by Syra Bond
Ajax laughed and waved to some men who were resting at the bow of a boat. They sprang up, eager to please their chieftain and to show Achilles their willingness.
'Unhitch our prizes!' Ajax commanded. 'Bring them down so we can show our general, the great Achilles, how we sport ourselves with them.'
Chapter 2
Eva's suffering
At Ajax's command the soldiers sprang into action. Two of them ran to the side of the boat. Others clambered up ladders onto the deck. Draping their legs on either side to keep their balance, the men on the deck scrambled out along the oars from which the women were suspended. The oars bent under their weight and the hanging women bobbed up and down. As the women reached the top of the bounce the strain was taken from their wrists and they felt the relaxation of the tension. Their elbows bent slightly and their breasts took up their normal rounded form. When they dropped again and bounced at the bottom their arms tightened and squeezed against the sides of their heads, and their breasts flattened against their strained ribs. Some gasped under the strain as their weight dropped on the ropes. Fearing they could stand no more others called out to their gods for mercy. Eva fixed her stare on the sand beneath, held her lips tightly together, clamped her jaw firmly, and remained silent.
Achilles looked up at her.
'Her name is Eva,' said Ajax with a wry smile. 'You have a special fancy for her, my lord?'
'She is becoming, yes. I fancy she could bring a man a good deal of pleasure. The right man, of course.'
'Then let us see if she is worthy of the greatest warrior in the land.' Ajax turned to his men and pointed up at Eva. 'This one. Rope her feet. I want her pulled taut. We will see how long she can remain so silent and tight-lipped.'
The men on the ground lashed rope around both of Eva's ankles, binding it many times before tying it off. They looked back at Ajax for further orders.
'Pull her down against the tension of the rope. Do not cut her free from the oar yet,' he shouted. 'Bring her feet to the ground. I want to see her body stretched. A beautiful way to behold a woman, do you not think, Achilles? Pulled tightly between opposing ropes. Stretched until the body will stand no more.'
The two men pulled, lying back on the sand and winding Eva down against the stiffness of the barely flexible oar that held her wrists. Slowly it bent, and gradually they brought her down until finally her feet touched the ground. They held her there as, with her mouth wide open, she gasped for breath.
'Keep her tight!' ordered Ajax. He removed an object from beneath his tunic and held it up before Achilles. 'Look, Achilles. I took this from Praxis, the Persian slave master, at the battle of Ixia. That was before I pierced his eyes with a dagger and threw him to the hounds of Troy! I can still see him now. Trying to staunch the blood. Swearing his revenge as they dragged him away. I hope he died miserably. He had a fine reputation though. He was the cruellest master ever, they say. He invented so many torture techniques that King Priam granted him his own palace. I have been told that no slave could disguise their shiver at the utterance of his name. Even at the thought of him! Let us see if our little maidens will learn to quake at the name of Ajax!'
'What is it?' asked Achilles. 'This prize.'
'A training device, my lord. Praxis called it the mouth-cock. I will show you how it works. I think we shall soon have this fiery-headed maiden begging for release. Though I do not see how she will tell us.' He laughed. 'See? It is a man's cock, fashioned perfectly and covered in fine leather. Any of our men would be proud to have such a thing of their own. But this has a thong driven through it, about halfway. This is what makes it so effective.'
Ajax stood in front of Eva. She gave an involuntary shiver, but her body was stretched so tightly between the rope around her arms and the ropes around her ankles, that it was not apparent. Her bright blue eyes flashed from side to side. Her mouth gaped.
Ajax held the mouth-cock in front of her. Eva gasped at its size, widening her eyes, quickening her breath and pulling back as far as she could against the straining ropes. 'Now open wide, my northern beauty,' he said. 'Let us see how you respond to Praxis' mouth-cock.'
She closed her mouth, breathing heavily through flared nostrils. Ajax pushed the end of the leather cock against her lips, but she kept them tight shut. He tried again, pressing hard, but still she resisted, twisting her head from side to side and fixing her jaw. He grabbed her cheeks between finger and thumb and squeezed. Her eyes bulged and slowly her full lips parted but, when he tried to insert the tip of the mouth-cock, it was still too big to enter.
Suddenly Eva spat out at him. He looked angrily at her as he wiped it from his face. She stared at him and spat again.
Achilles laughed.
'Ajax, I have seen you glorious in battle against the fiercest enemy. But now I think I see you brought down by a woman. Can this be true?'
Ajax stared hard at Eva.
'No, my lord, it is not true,' he said, seized with anger, and at the same time that he squeezed Eva's cheeks he gripped her bottom lip, pulled it down and forced her mouth open. He pushed the cock against her lips then drove it in. Her startled cough was immediately suppressed as he pushed it in as far as the thong would allow. He wound the thong around the back of her head, pulling her chin down towards her throat, before tying it tight and binding it in a knot.
'Now, my lord,' he shouted, 'you will see how Ajax controls any who oppose him.'
Achilles laughed loudly.
Ajax stood back and unbuckled his heavy leather belt. Its glistening surface shone in the sun, its large buckle reflected the light from the sea and its edges glinted as he wielded it behind him.
Eva gulped heavily. The bulbous end of the mouth-cock pushed against the back of her throat. She tried to widen her throat, so it would not touch, but when she tried it just allowed the mouth-cock to pull back tighter, and penetrate further. She gagged on it, then suddenly twisted sideways as a shock of pain cut deep into her buttocks.
Ajax brought the flat of the heavy belt down viciously. It smacked against her buttocks, causing an instant redness to appear where it made contact. She wanted to scream but she could not. Her mouth opened involuntarily and her head pulled back in shock, the mouth-cock pressing further. She gagged again, her throat tightened and she felt herself heaving. She heard Ajax laugh, and she heard the swing of the belt as he drew it back. She held herself tight, bracing herself for more, but when it came she could not hold back the shock and once more she opened her throat and raised her head. The thongs that secured the mouth-cock dug into the corners of her lips and spit bubbled from the indentations they caused.
The belt swept down again. She strained to react, to save herself, somehow pull away, but she was so tightly secured at the wrists and ankles that all she could do was move her head. The tautness of her body accentuated the pain and heightened her feeling of captivity. She felt completely under Ajax's control. She was his victim, and his to humiliate. She could only receive the pain he gave her.
Again the belt swept down. Again she gulped, again her head went back and again the mouth-cock was driven deeper. The bubbles of spit became a dribbling froth, running down her chin, onto her chest then down each breast until it dripped from her throbbing nipples.
Another blow bit. The loud smacking filled her ears, and the pain it inflicted filled her body. Then another blow, and another. She heard the laughter of the soldiers as they watched and she was consumed by humiliation. Another blow and she twisted slightly against her bonds. Her thighs squeezed together and the flesh of her cunt was tightened. She felt her flesh; its heat, its softness. Another blow. More laughter. More pain. More humiliation and she twisted again, but this time not because of the pain, but because she wanted to feel the tightness of her slit. She wanted to feel the hardness of her clitoris as her flesh pulled against it. She wanted to feel the moisture that ran from her swollen crack. With each blow, with each surge of pain, with each wave of humiliation, her pleasure built.
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ther blow and she felt the wetness from her cunt on the insides of her thighs. Another and another. Each stroke of the belt, each wave of pain was filling her with increasing joy. She bit down on the mouth-cock, sucking at it, drawing it in. She felt hungry for it. She wanted it in her throat. She wanted to swallow it, to consume it. Another blow and her excitement built even more. She was filled with pain and joy at the same time. She was consumed by her violation and yet lifted by the sensation of her degradation. She wanted another stroke, another lash, another burning surge of pain. She wanted to hear the smack. She wanted to feel the tension of her body. She wanted to be humiliated.
She bit down harder on the mouth-cock, and sucked at it as much as she could. Spit ran from her mouth, then as a rain of blows cut across her taut buttocks she tightened her legs together and let her pent-up ecstasy run through her. She shook and quivered and, as Ajax kept whipping her with the belt, she drew the mouth-cock in as far as she could and was overcome by a convulsion of breathless ecstasy.
Ajax tightened his belt back around his muscular waist.
'Surely you do not think she has had enough,' gibed Achilles.
'Of course not. Her pleasures have only just begun, my lord.' Ajax called up to the men straddling the oars. 'Cut them down!' he shouted. 'Now we shall have some real pleasure!'
Eva's legs were released and she bounced up quickly on the rope at her wrists. The man sheared the ropes that held the women to the oars and they all dropped to the ground with a jolt. Eva fell sideways, still biting the mouth-cock, still jerking with the convulsions of her orgasm.
Ajax grabbed her roughly and untied the mouth-cock. It burst from her lips, covered in spit. Eva let her legs fall wide apart and gasped for breath.
She was not given time to recover. She was grabbed and carried to a narrow wooden rail, supported by two posts about knee high. She and the other women were forced onto their hands and knees before it. She waited, still panting, not knowing what would happen, wondering if she could stand any more.
The men gathered behind the women, kicking at them, pushing them, smacking them. The women edged forward towards the rail.
'Tie up our ponies,' commanded Ajax.
One after another the women were taken to the rail. The first had her mouth put against it. She was ordered to open up. When she did she was made to grip the rail in her mouth. It pulled at its sides, stretching it wide. Thin ropes were used to fasten her against the bar. They were wound around her head until she was so tight she could not move. The next woman was tied in the same way, and finally Eva was made to grip the rail and was secured like the first two. They waited, motionless, their elbows slightly bent, their heads fixed to the rail, their buttocks raised.
Eva stared ahead, letting her spit dribble from the sides of her mouth. She raised her buttocks higher, exposing the shape of her cunt, its pink crack and swollen, fleshy lips. She relaxed and showed her anus, feeling the air against it, allowing it to open slightly. Still heated by her pleasure from the beating, she felt aroused, in need.
The first lash surprised her; a multi-tailed flail struck across the soles of her feet. The next stung deep and she bit harder onto the rail. The next made her tighten her body. The next made her part her legs. The other women groaned as each was whipped across the soles of their feet by a different man. Their moans only inflamed Eva more and, as the punishment continued, she felt again her cunt moistening with desire, its flesh swelling with the urgency of her growing pleasure.
When the flails were turned onto her buttocks she opened herself more. She allowed her anus to dilate and her cunt to spread. She took the tails of the flail against her anal ring and labia as much as she could. She was filled with excitement, the pain transformed into total pleasure. When finally the whipping stopped she writhed for more. She bit into the rail and moaned like an animal. Then, when she felt the heat of a throbbing cock entering her cunt, she forced herself back onto it. She squeezed it tightly, pressed herself down on it. When she brought out its splashing rush of semen she tightened her cunt onto it and consumed it thirstily. She took the next one in her anus, pushing back and drawing it deep into her rectum. She pulled its venous heat into her bowels, riding it then consuming its copious splatter of semen like a starved beast.
Each man took a turn, until all had experienced the pleasure of all the women's cunts and anuses. When they were exhausted, and when Ajax gave them permission, they cut the women free from the rail and threw them onto the ground. Eva fell back and her eyes filled with tears. She was overwhelmed with despair, and yet it was the very hopelessness and the mistreatment she had received which had stirred in her needs more than she could ever have dreamed. Her violation had inflamed her. Her punishment had drawn her into an ecstasy like no other she had known. Her body ached, and as she pulled her knees up to her chin and held her legs for comfort, she felt the wetness of semen dribbling and running between the smooth skin of her buttocks.
One of the soldiers, inflamed by the sight of her exposed flesh, pulled her legs wide and pushed his face between her thighs. Her eyes rolled as he licked her, poking his tongue around her sore clitoris and delving deep inside her semen-filled cunt. She felt her stomach tensing, and without warning she jerked, widening her legs then gripping them around the man's head as her orgasm burst like a breaking dam. As she convulsed she pulled his face onto her flesh. She tightened her legs around him, pulling his tongue in, sucking in his spit, mingling it with the semen that ran from her. She opened her buttocks and let the delectable fluids run onto her anus, and she tightened her grip, even more so that he would not leave her without delving his tongue deep in there as well. She rode on his face, panting and gasping, yelling and screaming. She would not let him go, gripping him and pulling his tongue in ever more deeply, wriggling on it, opening her anus to it, using it, fulfilling herself on it, being everything for it.
Another soldier dragged the man free and cast Eva down. She lay on her back, her hips still writhing, her cunt still glistening and open, her anus dribbling and her skin gleaming with sweat. She knew, even as she fought for breath, she'd not had enough. She could not imagine ever having enough.
In the end the women's wrists were unbound. They lay on the beach, pained and exhausted. Fine yellow sand stuck to the sweat on their skin, covering their breasts. Some of them groaned, some of them cried out, but Eva, who had suffered more than any and had reached greater heights of pleasure than any, remained silent.
Ajax instructed his men to drag the women to their feet and give them a final thrashing.
'And do not spare our wanton northern maiden,' he shouted back. 'I can still see defiance in her eyes.'
Eva took her place in the line, got down on her knees and waited her turn. Through tear-filled eyes she watched Achilles, with Ajax behind him, walking away. Beyond them, in the reddening sunset, lay the plain of Troy upon which so many battles had already been fought. Beyond that the great walls of the city, the defeat of which was the pledge of Agamemnon in his undertaking to rescue his brother's wayward and beautiful wife Helen from the arms of her magnificent lover, Paris, son of Priam, king of Troy.
Chapter 3
The pleasures of Troy
The great city of Troy sat behind its towering walls, impregnable, unviolated by the outside world, immersed in its own pleasures, degraded only by its own depravity. Its inhabitants made a study of gratification and pursued delights of the body and mind with insatiable eagerness.
The beautiful young Sappho ducked down behind the statue of Hera, the ox-eyed goddess. Pelador, the priest, wearing a ram's fleece on his back, his face covered by a mask, chanted rhythmically. He held a sharp, glinting knife to a ram's throat. The air was thick with incense and myrrh. White-robed acolytes, the palms of their hands pressed together at their chests, recited prayers and bowed low. Naked girls danced around them throwing flowers. When their baskets were empty they stooped down and filled them from the floor, tightening their buttocks and exposing between them the sh
ape of their naked cunts. Young men ogled them with eager eyes, occasionally grabbing one by the breasts or between the thighs, and fondling them harshly before releasing them to the sound of mutual laughter.
Sappho loved watching these ceremonies. They excited her so much. She squatted low behind the statue. She drew up her loose robe and gathered it between her knees. She felt the draught of cool air from the inner temple against her exposed buttocks. It made her shiver and she felt goose flesh on the silky softness of her labia. She ran her fingers between her legs. For a second she closed her eyes, imagining her sex, picturing the sweet pinkness, shaved and oiled. She pictured the glistening moisture at its centre - sparkling, sweet, available. She thought of her fingers, poking her flesh. She imagined them steadily working their way beneath her robe, across the front of her thigh then slowly, nervously, finding their way into the sweet valley that lay at the base of her stomach. She touched her slit and felt her clitoris hardening. She pressed slightly, and felt the petals of flesh that surrounded it opening, inviting, yearning. She licked her lips and opened her eyes, looking around quickly to see if anyone was watching. No, there was no one. She was safe.
Last week when she had been here, at the same place, doing the same thing, a young man saw her. He had crept up behind her and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. She'd fallen back on the cold stone floor, her hands outspread, her fingers still sparkling with her wetness. He glared at her, embarrassing her, humiliating her with his stare. He had threatened to tell Pelador, to expose her. She said she would do anything to stop him. She fell to her knees and begged him. She said she could not bear the idea of public humiliation. The young man had taken her into an alleyway behind the temple and thrashed her with a stick. He made her bend over and hold her ankles so that her buttocks were taut and her sex lips were exposed between them. It hurt so much. But even as he continued her punishment she did not pull away or beg for mercy. Even when the thin stick cut across the swollen flesh of her cunt, and the pain stung deeply inside her, she felt something within that drove her to submit to more. The fear of humiliation - of exposure - mingled with the pleasure of subordination to his control, with the joy of the punishment he was inflicting. As the beating went on she widened her legs a little and thrust her buttocks higher, exposing her fleshy slit to the cutting strokes, increasing the pain, heightening her humiliation and intensifying her pleasure. After he had finished with her she lay in the alleyway, her fingers pressed between her stinging flesh, gasping, panting, recovering from her overwhelming joy.
