Trojan Slaves (23 page)

She did not
have to wait long. She felt the cane again, this time short rapid
strikes, not hard, nor forceful. She edged forward a little more
and the cane was removed. Her nose and mouth were now pressed
between Eva's taut buttocks. She licked her lips and felt her
tongue touch the pliable lips of Eva's cunt. She breathed in deeply
and inhaled Eva's scent, the delectable fragrance of the moisture
that glistened on her flesh. Eva rose up, opening herself to
Sappho. She allowed her slit to open - revealing its inner
pinkness, its glossy wetness, its soft folds, its invitation to
enter. Sappho licked more and again tasted the sweetness of Eva's
dew. She lapped at it, sucking it onto her tongue. She held it
there, not swallowing, feeling the fullness of its taste at the
back of her tongue before, finally, she took it down. She breathed
deeply and raised her own buttocks in response to the heat she felt
growing within her.

The cane bit
sharply and Sappho gasped. She leant forward, pressing her mouth
harder against Eva's crack. The other cane struck, and again the
first, and then the other. She was unable to hold back against the
urgent and painful instruction from the angry canes. As she pushed
into Eva, so Eva moved forward. But not far; only enough to satisfy
the pressure from Sappho, only enough to respond to the need in
Sappho to move on the orders of the cruel canes. As they crawled
forward together Sappho's face stayed fully between Eva's buttocks,
her mouth closely against Eva's cunt.

They were both
herded forward with the canes; harsh blows raining down if the
soldiers thought Sappho should push harder behind Eva, slightly
lighter blows if she was being told to move only enough to keep
herself close. They crept along the ditch. The soldiers held the
canes above them all the time, ensuring they stayed together,
insisting they did not part. It was muddy and their legs were
covered in gluey soil and grime. Sappho felt the oozy slime
squelching between her fingers. She kept her mouth against Eva's
labia, only slacking back when she felt the need for the cane, the
pain it brought, and the encouragement it gave to her urgently
mounting excitement.

By the time
they were at the end of the ditch her buttocks were covered in a
crisscross of raised stripes. Her face was wet with Eva's moisture.
Her hands were deep in the mud, up to her wrists, and mud covered
her arms and thighs. Her own sex ached. She had held back
sometimes, raising her buttocks. She knew she would receive a hard
slice with a cane to make her draw up closer. She had exposed
herself to the beating, but that had not reduced her longing. It
had only increased it. Each time she felt the bite across the wet
lips of her sex she had not wanted to dip away but instead to rise
and open herself wider, to receive its anger more fully.

Eva bent her
elbows and dropped her face down to the muddy bottom of the ditch.
Sappho licked Eva's cunt more deeply. A soldier pressed his booted
foot into the black sludge. Eva was forced to lick it. Sappho was
aware only of Eva's cunt, licking deeper, pressing her lips around
the soft flesh, nibbling the nub of Eva's throbbing clitoris. She
lapped ravenously at the moist flesh, feeling her own heat
growing.

As Eva's
buttocks rose higher Sappho moved to her anus, licking the tiny
star too, tasting the tart bitterness, before poking inside and
lapping its smooth inner surface.

Suddenly she
felt herself being pulled away. She threw herself from one side to
the other, looking for Eva, needing her. But she was restrained.
She tried again, but again she was held back. Frustration gnawed
within her. They dragged Eva out of the ditch and flung her down
over its edge. They returned for Sappho, and she was pulled out and
dropped down beside Eva.

'Wash them
down!' shouted one of the soldiers. 'They are both filthy!'

The soldiers
threw a tent down into the ditch. They bucketed water into it and
formed a shallow, cold and dirty bath. Sappho and Eva were forced
to kneel in the middle of it. It was soggy beneath their knees and
it was difficult to keep their balance. They clung to each other,
bedraggled, soiled and pitiful. They shivered as water was thrown
over them. Sappho opened her mouth and drank some as it flowed over
her face. It tasted acrid, and she spit it out as she gagged and
heaved.

The soldiers
knocked them both over. Sappho fell on her back in the water,
choking and gasping for breath. More buckets of water were thrown
at them. It splashed between her legs, making her shudder. Two
soldiers stepped into the shallow pool. They held Sappho down, one
pinning her shoulders with his feet, the other holding her ankles
off the ground and spreading her legs. Others had more buckets and
hurled the cold contents over her. She shrieked and gasped as each
deluge hit her hard. She gasped with the shock of it. She squirmed
against the pressure of being pinned down and spread open.

When satisfied
the soldiers dragged the two bedraggled females out of the dirty
pool. They pulled them over to the spar that stood at an angle,
fixed to the mighty tripod of timber.

Sappho looked
up, her face dripping with water, her naked body soaked and
glistening in the red flickering light from flaming braziers. The
spar towered above her. She shivered, filled with dread, not
knowing her fate, only supposing the horror of it.

First Eva was
lifted up onto the spar. They dragged her almost to the top, where
it was tied into the tripod. They pulled her legs around, forcing
her to straddle it. They crossed her ankles and bound them together
with strips of wet leather. They pulled her arms around it and
bound her wrists in the same way. She gaped, staring up at the
tripod, gripping with her thighs in case she slid round and was
left hanging upside down from her wrists and ankles.

Sappho was
hauled up next. They placed her just below Eva and bound her in the
same way. The wet leather straps held her ankles and wrists
completely fast - she could not move them at all. She could not see
behind her as they fixed a spear with a leather cover over its
blunt end to the spar. It was inclined in such a way that it lay
just behind her buttocks, directed at her anus. She looked up at
Eva. If she could have reached up she could have touched her. Eva's
buttocks were widespread, her sex and anus fully exposed. Sappho
wished she could get closer; she wanted to feel Eva's heat, she
wanted to inhale her fragrance, to taste her moisture.

Several men
climbed the tripod and positioned themselves in its crook. Others
passed buckets of water up to them, some climbing halfway up,
forming a chain, so that they could pass more of the sloshing
containers when the need arose. Sappho looked back. Something had
startled her. Something was happening behind her. She felt
something touching her exposed anus, making her fully aware of her
precarious predicament, her degrading position. She felt a deep
aching in her tummy; an anxiety building then melting into
yearning. She wanted to push a hand down between her thighs.

She could not
properly see what was going on. She felt confused, giddy. She
started panting, not knowing what to do, not knowing if she could
do anything, feeling as if everything was spinning out of
control.

She did not
see the first bucket of water emptied from the top of the tripod.
The first she knew of it was the splash it made when it hit Eva.
Eva tightened against the spar, desperate not to swing upside down.
Sappho saw her buttocks clench, her anus contract, her sex lips
tighten. The water came again. This time it barely glanced Eva
before it hit Sappho. It was cold and hard. She closed her eyes and
tightened her body. She felt it washing around her and she felt her
grip on the spar weaken. She clenched her arms and legs to prevent
herself from slipping. Another slosh and another bucket was emptied
over them. Eva slid back, her exposed sex closer to Sappho's face.
Sappho choked as the water hit her, filling her eyes and nostrils,
running into her mouth, soaking her. She felt herself slipping back
and gripped harder. But she could not stop herself sliding. She
felt something against her anus. She pulled back but the spar was
too wet and her grip too weak. She could not move away from the
object that pressed against her - the blunt end of the spear.

More water
rained down. Eva slipped and so did Sappho. Sappho tried to hold
back, to stay in place. She wanted to feel Eva's flesh against her
lips again. She wanted to delve her tongue into her anus. But each
time more water cascaded down she slid back. Each time she slid
back the spear pressed harder against her anus. Then suddenly, with
only another slight movement towards it, her anus dilated and let
it in. Each time she slid down it entered a little further, a
little deeper. Her anus opened more to receive it; she could not
prevent it. And she opened herself to it as well; she could not
resist it. She was dizzy with confusion. She strained up towards
the delectable sight of Eva's cunt and anus. She dropped back,
sliding on the wet spar as her own anus was gradually filled by the
spear.

Though
exhausted she managed to tighten her thighs against the wet spar
and pull herself up slightly. The contraction of her muscles
tightened her anus around the spear. She strained to reach Eva's
beckoning anus. She squeezed her legs tighter, pressing her thighs
against the unforgiving timber. Another deluge of water soaked
them. Eva struggled to keep her balance. Sappho stayed as she was,
gripping the beam between her legs, her tongue licking out, her
objective clearly in her sight. Another heavy waterfall and this
time Eva slipped back. Sappho's tongue touched the object of its
desire - Eva's anus. She tasted its fragrance. She closed her eyes
in delight, letting the contact soak into her, mix with all her
senses, flow through her completely. More water poured down on
them. Eva slipped back further and Sappho's tongue pressed against
the tight circle of delight that promised so much.

Another smack
of water hit her face. She slid back more onto the insistent spear.
She gulped with the penetration. It could go no further - she was
full of it. It stuffed her rectum. It filled her completely. Still
she kept her tongue in place, just at the entrance of Eva's anus.
One more drenching knocked them both back, but Sappho could not
slip any further; she was impaled on the spear, and Eva slid back
onto her.

Sappho's face
squashed between Eva's open buttocks and her tongue drove into
Eva's anus. The pressure of Eva above her forced her onto the
spear. She sucked harder, lapped more frantically with her tongue,
and she was overcome by a surge of unstoppable joy. She overflowed
with pleasure. Her ecstasy spun out of control. She was completely
taken over by rapture.

Sappho and Eva
were cut down from the spar. The soldiers took turn with them, then
as the braziers burned down, one by one they left. Sappho and Eva
were left alone. The soldiers did not think them capable of escape.
But they did. Eva led Sappho by the hand, weaving between standing
piles of armour, spears set in the sand, sleeping soldiers and
ravaged women. Eventually they found themselves at the gates of
Troy.

They stood
hand in hand before the entrance to the city. High walls led off at
each side into the distance. The buildings within reached towards
the night sky. Sappho felt dizzy with a sight she thought she would
never see again. Eva fidgeted nervously. She had never seen
anything like it before.

'Do not be
afraid, Eva,' Sappho said, squeezing her hand. 'You will be safe
with me now. You will be rewarded as I promised. We will live
together like sisters. You will never have to suffer again. I give
you my pledge. You have suffered too much. Now, it is all
over.'

Sappho and Eva
wandered between the crowds of beggars, thieves and foreigners who
gathered around the gates hoping for entry to the city. They were
held back on two sides of the path reserved for those allowed to
enter, by thin copper wires strung in close pairs between spears
set in the ground. Several soldiers were posted in front of the
gates, occasionally granting access to those who had a right or, if
they had no right, to those who could satisfy their eager lust.

Slave traders
brought lines of girls to the gates. They were naked, chained into
rings attached to iron collars around their necks. Only the
Africans had their pubic hair, all the rest were shaved. They
waited with their heads hung as purchasers bargained and argued
over prices. The buyers checked the girls in turn. They opened
their mouths wide and looked closely at their teeth. They fondled
their breasts and forced their fingers into their vaginas. They
bent them over and pushed the stubby ends of their whips into the
frightened girls' anuses. When deals were struck the girls were
marched over to braziers into which were stuck the branding irons
of different owners. They were made to bend down and hold their
ankles as they were branded on their buttocks. If they jumped up in
pain they were forced down again and tied. After branding they were
dragged away, some screaming, some holding their heads in their
hands, some struggling to walk. As the lines of girls were led
along the passage between the copper wires and in through the gates
more appeared, brought by ever greedy traders to the gates of this,
the richest city in the world.

Sappho finally
plucked up enough courage to approach the gatekeepers. 'My name is
Sappho. I have escaped from the Greeks,' she said falteringly. 'I
was their slave. I am the friend of Chryseis, daughter of the high
priest Pelador himself. Please let me into Troy, my home.'

'And you do
not know the great Pelador is dead?' they jeered, kicking out at
her. She shrank back and clung to Eva. They huddled together, not
knowing what to do.