Trojan Slaves (6 page)

Calliope asked
the girls holding Sappho to raise her a little higher and to part
her legs. The girls raised her, opening her legs so that Calliope
could work now on the outer edges of Sappho's beautiful sex lips.
Calliope used the blade to cut Sappho's pubic hair away. Finally
she checked carefully and saw that she had not missed any.
Satisfied, she stood back and admired her handiwork. She nodded her
satisfaction and the girls holding Sappho plunged her deep into the
water to wash all the suds away. They lifted her out, her skin now
perfectly naked, and laid her on the side of the bath. Two other
girls massaged sweet-smelling oil into her skin. They rubbed
eagerly where the pubic hair had been, lubricating the freshly
shaved skin and Sappho's perfectly shaped and flawless sex.

Chryseis bent
down and looked at her enquiringly. Sappho's hair was now tangled
in long wet strands across her shoulders and the tops of her
breasts. Chryseis lifted some of the strands away and laid them
aside. She ran her hand down Sappho's stomach and across her hips.
She let her hands rise onto the taut skin that covered Sappho's
hipbones, before sliding them down between her slightly open
legs.

Chryseis drew
the palm of her hand squarely against Sappho's fleshy slit. Contact
with the perfect skin made Chryseis close her eyes for a moment in
a reverie of delight. She sighed and let out a slight moan. She
probed her finger first into the centre of Sappho's flesh and then
into the darkness that lay beyond the pink softness of the
exterior. Her finger slid in easily, the outer flesh moist and warm
from the bath and the inner flesh, the channel of delight that led
into the interior, was satiny with the natural moisture of
desire.

Chryseis'
little finger found a stray hair at the top of Sappho's thigh. It
was short, had been cut once but had not been completely separated.
Chryseis removed her fingers from Sappho's cunt. They glistened in
the light of the flickering oil lamps. She held them up, sniffed
them, then licked until Sappho's moisture had been removed. She
swallowed, inhaling the scent as it ran down her throat.

'Girl!' she
shouted to Calliope. 'Come here. At once!'

Calliope ran
over, expecting her mistress' congratulations. She dropped to her
knees, placed her flat palms on the tops of her thighs, opened her
eyes wide and nodded willingly.

'Mistress?'
she said. 'Have I done well?'

'Open your
legs!' ordered Chryseis. 'Stay on your knees beside me, but open
your legs wide.'

The girl did
as she was instructed, still expecting a favour from her
mistress.

Chryseis gave
her fingers one last lick then thrust her hand forward between
Calliope's legs. She grabbed the clitoral ring, twisted it and
pulled hard at the same time.

Calliope
gasped, tried to close her legs and bent forward in pain. Chryseis
stared hard at her, and Calliope, fearful and surprised, bit her
lip and held back a scream. Chryseis turned the ring further,
twisting it a complete semicircle. Calliope's clitoris throbbed
under the turn, but still she did not give way to her need to
scream.

'Your job was
not done properly,' said Chryseis, leaning forward and looking
deeply into Calliope's tear-filled eyes. 'I will allow you to
correct your mistake. But any further errors and...' she twisted
the ring even further and Calliope exhaled in a final bid to hold
back her agony, '...and this,' said Chryseis, pulling, 'will seem
like the softest kiss.'

Calliope took
up the blade again, and still with Chryseis holding the ring, bent
over Sappho and put it close to the single missed hair. Her hand
trembled and the blade would not stay still. Tears began rolling
down her cheeks and Chryseis, seeing her fear, twisted harder on
the ring. Calliope tried again to close her knees together, hoping
she could trap Chryseis' hand and stop it inflicting further pain,
but her action only increased Chryseis' anger. Chryseis called two
of the girls over. She made them sit on each side of Calliope and
hold her legs wide.

The girls did
as they were told, enthusiastic to carry out their mistress' orders
as well as to maintain the distraction the attention on Calliope
provided from their mistress' anger. Calliope struggled against
them, but Chryseis only tightened the twist on the ring further,
the pain so intense that Calliope submitted completely to the
girls.

She sat on the
upturned soles of her feet, her knees widespread, her sex exposed
and open. Chryseis' finger held tightly the fully turned clitoral
ring.

'Now get to
work, or my kindness will run out,' she exhorted.

Calliope tried
again. Her hand still quaked with fear, and she could not place the
blade smoothly on Sappho's skin, but she did not dare hold back.
The sharp edge came against the single hair. She drew it forward,
hardly knowing what would happen. The blade sliced the hair and
Calliope drooped her head in relief.

Chryseis
smirked. She drew her finger out of the ring, but still held it in
place, twisted as it was, with her other hand.

'And for doing
such a bad job to begin with...' she reinserted her finger into the
ring, tightening the bud of Calliope's clitoris by a full turn,
'...I will give you an extra reward.'

She held the
ring there for a moment, savouring what had not yet happened,
enjoying the fragrant moment of potential. Suddenly she lurched
forward and twisted the ring as far as the flexibility in her wrist
would allow.

Calliope threw
her head back and shrieked. Spit ran from her lips. She shrieked
again and Chryseis laughed. She squirmed down onto her shoulders,
lying between the tortured girl's legs as she attempted to twist
her body over so that she could apply even more rotation to the
ring.

Without
warning Sappho's eyes opened wide as she regained consciousness.
She did not know where she was; she could not imagine. As her head
filled with the cries of Calliope she drew her hands up over her
exposed breasts in an instinctive act of self-protection.

Chryseis,
distracted, let go her grip on her victim who fell back, choking on
her scream, clutching her hands between her legs.

'Take her
away,' she ordered. 'I will decide tomorrow if I still want her to
serve me.' Chryseis pulled herself close to the still confused
Sappho. 'You are truly so beautiful,' she said, as she began
playing with Sappho's wet hair. 'And hungry with desires, I
think.'

'I do not know
what you mean, mistress. You embarrass me,' said Sappho, slowly
coming to her senses.

'First, you do
not call me "mistress",' said Chryseis. 'I am your friend. You call
me "Chryseis". And your embarrassment is well placed for I know
what I say is true. I have seen it in you. I have watched your
pleasure.'

'Mis...
Chryseis,' Sappho said nervously. 'Chryseis. I am sure you are
mistaken. I have not been with a man. I am too chaste for
desires.'

'No woman is
ever too chaste for desire,' shrugged Chryseis. Sappho relaxed back
on the heavy satin throws, a little more at ease but still
confused. 'My dearest Sappho,' continued Chryseis, 'I watched as
you enjoyed the buk-ka-ke. I watched you revelling in the streaming
semen, bathing in it, washing yourself in it. And I saw your
pleasure when they urinated on you. I watched you drink your fill.
I know your desires. If you want more, I can arrange it any time
you wish. I can have more men brought, men specially selected by
Master Wang for their copious semen, and for how far and how hard
they can eject it. Would you like that Sappho? Would you like
that?'

'Yes...
well... yes...' said Sappho, embarrassed that Chryseis had seen her
and embarrassed that her joy had been so obvious. At the same time
she could not escape the knowledge that she had been excited by the
delights of being watched. 'Yes, I would,' she affirmed. 'Could you
truly arrange it?'

'Of course.
There is nothing I cannot do. My father is the priest of Apollo.
His worshippers cater to my every need. They are so afraid of
Pelador, and so afraid of Apollo, there is nothing they will not
do. If you want buk-ka-ke you can have it. If you want thrashing,
there are many experts here who will oblige. They can thrash you
for hours and only leave the faintest red marks on your buttocks,
your breasts or the soles of your feet. Or, if you prefer, they can
create ridged wheals wherever you want, angry and sore and
impossible to bathe because of the pain. Or whipping. In any way
you can imagine and in ways you could never imagine. I have had
girls whipped with flails and belts, with wooden paddles, and
tightly bound braids. I have had them whipped for hours or even
days and they have begged for more. So exquisite has been the pain,
my dear Sappho, they have begged for more. You can be suspended by
your wrists or ankles or both. You can be hung up as long as you
want, and perhaps take a thrashing or a whipping while you hang
there, incapable of protecting yourself, at the mercy of your
torturer. Just think of that, Sappho! Watching the flail cut into
your nipples or seeing its ragged talons biting the insides of your
legs and the soft outer edges of your cunt. Or perhaps you like
your mouth plugged? It can be filled with any sort of gag
imaginable; large balls, serrated devices made from precious
metals, iron bars, and of course, cocks! You can have as many cocks
as you wish. There are so many men available in this city. Master
Wang can arrange anything. He does things all the time for me. I
wanted to see a girl squeezed into a tiny iron cage and he brought
me one. I kept her there all day as she urinated and cried and
begged to be released. I had water thrown over her for an hour
afterwards. I like that in particular - drenching. Sometimes I have
it done to me. It is delectable, Sappho, especially if the water is
ice-cold. It is the most delightful pleasure imaginable. That is
something you must try.'

Sappho smiled
but she was mesmerized. She had not even thought of such things.
She did not know what to say.

'You look
mystified, my dear new friend Sappho. Perhaps you do not believe
me. Watch. I will show you.'

Chryseis
recalled the naked men and had them line up. 'As you seem so
uncertain, I think I will choose something for you. Something
simple but something that will encourage you. Yes, I have it!'

One of the
girls with rings in her nipples was told to bend down on all fours.
Chryseis helped position Sappho, first kneeling her behind the girl
then bending her forward over her back. Chryseis made Sappho wrap
her arms around the girl and push her fingers through the rings in
her nipples. The girl winced as the rings pulled and stretched her
flesh.

Sappho felt
nervous - excited and filled with anticipation. But she was afraid
of what might happen; worried in case she could not bear it.

The girls made
sure her buttocks were high, and squeezed open so that the swollen
shape of her delectable crack poked between them. Two of the girls
knelt beside Sappho's head and cradled her chin on their joined
hands. She felt the centre of attention, as though everything was
happening because of her. There was no sense of the excitement of
being discovered - she was fully exposed - but that exposure
thrilled her deeply. She gulped in expectation and swallowed hard
against the strain the girls' cradling hands caused on her extended
throat.

One of the
naked men was sent for a flat leather strap. He brought it and
stood behind Sappho's raised buttocks. He waited. Another man was
told to kneel in front of her face. She looked at his bulging cock
as he held it before her and she could not stop herself licking her
lips, which were dried by the tension of the building excitement
and the unreleased anticipation.

The first blow
across her buttocks surprised her and she gasped loudly in shock.
She waited for the second, and the third, and tightened herself in
ecstatic expectation. Each sting increased her pleasure. The first
few strokes only made contact with her buttocks but, as she
welcomed more, she opened them enough for her sex lips to receive
the same punishment. That was where she found the greatest
pleasure. The rhythmic strokes against her tender flesh caused her
to drool and roll her eyes. She was overtaken by it, enveloped by
it, and as the beating got harder, fiercer, she welcomed it more.
As the thrashing continued and her joy brimmed higher to the
surface she felt the throbbing glans of the cock in front of her
against her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and, as
she took it in and sucked hard and swallowed it as deep as she
could, she rose against the beating strap and collapsed forward in
a surge of uncontrollable joy. She sucked and gasped and gagged and
swallowed and burned all over and only wanted more.

When the cock
was finally drawn from her mouth there was no semen, she had
drained it completely.

Each man took
his turn to continue the thrashing, each one harder than the one
before. And each one took his turn to fill her mouth and drive his
cock deep into her throat as he finished copiously and she
drank.

Chryseis sat
on cushions watching. A girl masturbated her. She was distracted
only for a few moments when Master Wang appeared behind a curtain.
Chryseis pointed towards the girl who had the ring through her
clitoris, and nodded.

Master Wang,
the Chinaman who organised buk-ka-ke throughout the city, slipped
away from the temple of Apollo. He held a leather leash which was
firmly attached to a collar around the neck of Calliope. He crept
through a labyrinth of passageways and alleys, pulling the girl
behind him, until he arrived at a narrow iron grating door in a
thick bricked wall. He reached up and rang a bell on a heavy iron
chain.