by Syra Bond
A figure pushed beside him. 'Let me, my lord. I think the mighty Achilles will not be disappointed with me.' Praxis recognised Eva's silky voice. 'Perhaps if I please our lord Achilles I will also please my lord Praxis.'
He nodded. Eva smiled and walked to the centre of the tent. Weena was released from her bonds. She slumped to the floor, choking. Calliope scowled and kicked her viciously before spitting on her.
Achilles shook his head disapprovingly.
Eva stood with her back against the naked male slave. She opened her arms out wide and waited. She was quickly bound to the slave in the same way as Weena. When the slave bent forward she took a deep breath and allowed her body to be bent back until she was taut and her face was hanging upside down.
She waited, her red hair hanging down around her cheeks. Her throat was open and stretched. She felt the tension in her sex, pulling at her clitoris. The tightness accentuated its throbbing, allowing the imprisoned pleasure within to build again.
Achilles approached her, his erection in his hand. Eva opened her mouth. He fed the tip between her lips. She lapped her tongue against it, running the tip around the smooth glans. She felt its bulk filling her mouth as he pushed in further. She swallowed it, feeling it against the back of her throat. She swallowed again, this time encouraging it to enter, allowing it down.
She felt her clitoris pulsating. She tensed as her stored up passion began to flow. Achilles' cock slipped further. Eva could no longer swallow, she could only be filled. She felt the heat of his testicles. She felt his fleshy scrotum parting at her nose. She felt the weight of his balls against her face. She felt the naked slave tensing her more as he bent forward under the strain of her weight. She heard Achilles groan. She felt the surge of his cock. She felt the splatter of his semen deep inside her. She felt her own orgasm at the same time, saturating her, dousing her, drowning her with joy and ecstasy.
Calliope stamped across the tent looking for something upon which to vent her anger. She kicked at Weena. Weena did not care any longer. She simply lay on the floor, not even bothering to cover herself. Calliope kicked harder, but still there was no response. She ordered her thrown into the latrines with the others. She scowled as the girl was pulled past her, and kicked her again as she was hauled out of the tent.
'Your young slave seems to be ignoring you,' joked Achilles. 'Perhaps she has already forgotten the lesson you taught her. Perhaps too, she has forgotten that she is your slave.'
Calliope's face reddened. She looked at Eva. 'There is another who is difficult to control. My lord Praxis, let me discipline her and ensure she pleases her masters.'
Praxis held his arm out in front of Eva. 'No, she has pleased our lord Achilles. Eva will not be the subject of your vengeance. I think she will be better suited as a lady, not a slave. Do you not agree?'
Calliope tossed her head haughtily. 'Of course, my lord. You are right. Of course.' She smiled at Eva, who was not sure whether it was a smile of complicity, an acknowledgement of agreement, or a forced attempt to disguise her boiling hatred.
Chapter 7
Eva's bargain with Praxis
Eva and Praxis sat next to each other. Weena, held on a lead by her mistress Calliope, crouched on all fours. Her head was bent and her buttocks held high as she lapped milk from a bowl on the floor.
'Give me your hand, my lord,' said Calliope. 'You might like to stroke my little slave. You will then know how she has become tamed. How she has bent entirely to my will. You may feel her purring, or pushing her neck against you as she tries to curry your favour. You will think she is your faithful pet. But if I snatch her lead, if her collar tightens, she will quickly jump back to my side. Even though she has the chance to purr for her lord Praxis, and the opportunity to rub against his leg, she'll still respond to the will of her mistress when she feels the leather pulling at her neck.'
Praxis allowed Calliope to guide his hand to the back of Weena's shaved head. He smiled as he listened to the young girl lapping at the bowl of milk. He ran his hand around the side of her face, her skin perfectly smooth. He stretched his fingers out then let them curl back before opening them again. He ran his fingertips around the silky skin of her cheeks, dimpled as she drank the milk from the bowl. He felt the lapping motions of her tongue and the contractions in her delicate throat as she swallowed. He stretched one finger and stroked the edge of her protruding tongue.
'She is a pretty thing is she not, my lord?'
Praxis smiled and nodded.
'Watch, I will parade her for you. She will prance and sit and wait if I tell her. Watch my little beauty, my obedient little animal, perform for her mistress.'
Praxis sat back in his chair. Calliope tugged the lead. Weena's head pulled back. Milk ran from her lips and down her chin. She looked round nervously, as if she had been unaware of anything as she drank from the bowl.
Eva leant against Praxis. She ran a hand across his thigh and gripped his weighty cock.
'Mistress Calliope asks you to see her pet. But, my lord, she forgets your suffering. She forgets how you must endure blindness. She forgets how you must prevail in eternal darkness, cruelly injured by the vengeful Ajax.'
'But he too is blinded. By my own hand he now lives in the darkness like me.'
Calliope strutted around the tent with Weena on the lead. 'Look, see how she prances. Look how I have taught her to lift her paws. She is the most elegant little beast, do you not think? And see, the lead dangles only loosely at her neck. I have no need to remind her of the control her mistress has over her.'
'Again Mistress Calliope mocks you, my lord,' whispered Eva, as she tightened her grip on his stiffening cock. 'She asks you to see a world to which you are blind. She taunts you as Ajax does.'
'How do you know he still taunts me?'
'Can you not understand, my lord? He is taunting you through Mistress Calliope. She is teasing you. She is mocking you.'
Eva stroked his cock, feeling its stiffening shaft expanding in her massaging grip. He lifted his hips, pressing harder into her hand. She responded by slipping her palm along its length. She stretched the skin of his scrotum as she drew her hand towards its tip, then tightened the skin against the back of his glans as she drew it down again.
'Tell me,' he said.
'Look at her, my lord.' Eva kept drawing her hand up and down the shaft. 'See how she parades her prancing slave. But Calliope should be on that leash. I could make her prance better than the one she holds on the collar. Sire, if only I had the chance I could train her better than any beast. Calliope would purr at my feet. She would lap at her bowl in the evening. She would lie by the great fires on the beach until I tied her to a post for the night. Sire, if only I had the chance. The chance to please you.'
Eva let her head fall onto his shoulder. Her red hair curled down onto his chest. He inhaled its scent. She lifted her face to him. Her wet lips glistened in the torchlight.
'Sire, Ajax plots against you. Even now he hatches his plan to overthrow you. I can help you, master. I have his confidence. He confides in me. Sire, if only I had the one who prances before us. The one who leads another. If only I had Calliope on a leash. If only I had her to control, then my lord, I could help you vanquish once and for all the mighty Ajax. Even now his hatred for the one who tricked him, your prancing favourite Calliope, feeds his anger. It is not to your benefit to have her as an ally. Give her to me and I will make Ajax my pet as well. We will overthrow him together. At last you will be avenged, my lord.'
Calliope led Weena across to a young male slave. Weena waited silently on all fours. She looked down at the slave's feet and licked her lips.
'See,' said Calliope, seemingly ignorant of Eva's attention to Praxis, 'see how my little pet serves even slaves. Here, girl, lick his feet. I want to see your tongue between his filthy toes. I want to see his feet cleaned. I want to see them shining with your saliva. I want to see how my little animal is so humble a beast that she cleanses a slave's feet with her tongue.' Ca
lliope pushed her foot against the back of Weena's neck and forced her face against the slave's dusty foot. Weena licked.
Eva dropped her mouth to the tip of Praxis' cock. She encircled it with her full lips and flexed her tongue around its throbbing mass. She pulled away, her bright blue eyes turned up to him appealingly.
'There, my lord, see how your Eva needs your seed. But listen to your other servant. Hear how she taunts you, mocks your blindness. Master Praxis, let me draw out your semen. Let me suck it into my mouth and swallow it down. I need to feed on it. I need to mix it with my spit and drink it. It is my elixir. And let me attend to your needs of vengeance too. Let me help you vanquish your foe, Ajax. All I need is the one before you, the one who battles for control of her own pathetic slave. All I need is Calliope to be my own leashed pet. All I want is to take her on a lead. To train her properly. To make her obey. To train her to give you pleasure.'
She dropped her mouth back around his cock that throbbed stiffly in her hand. Again she enclosed its tip with her full wet lips. She took it in as deeply as she could. She did not pause, did not hesitate. She took it to the back of her throat and held it there, letting it swell. She gripped his shaft into her throat and held it in place, tight and fixed. She felt the stream of semen building at its base. She felt it flooding up the shaft. She swallowed again. Her throat tightened even more. Its narrowing constriction tightened around the end of his pulsating cock as it splattered her with searing fluid.
Calliope watched Eva as her body rose and fell. She watched her squirming, her face buried into Praxis' groin. She saw her thighs opening, revealing her glistening crack. She watched the breathless swelling of her breasts. She saw the strands of her fiery hair sticking sweatily to her drawn cheeks. She snatched viciously at the lead in her hand. It snapped against Weena's neck. Weena cried out weakly. She could do nothing to satisfy her mistress's command. She could not respond to her mistress's orders. She hung on the lead, transfixed, gripped with fear and inaction. She wanted to save herself from pain, but she did not know what to do to achieve her aim. She was frozen in the dizzying confusion of her hopelessness.
Eva drank Praxis' semen. She closed her eyes and let it flow into her. As his cock began to beat less strongly she pulled back a little, swallowed heavily and let him draw out. She took a long slow breath. She looked up at him, his empty eye sockets staring ahead into incessant darkness. 'That is all I need, sire. To serve you. To have Calliope to call my slave. To bring you vengeance against your enemy, Ajax.'
Again Calliope forced Weena's face down against the slave's dirty foot. Eva held the flaccid cock, massaging it, licking it. She watched Calliope calling for a cane and forcing Weena to bend over a bench. She licked it more as she watched Calliope bringing the cane down repeatedly on Weena's buttocks. She watched Weena flinching with shock, with pain, crying out with fear and suffering. Eva drew her tongue along the soft flesh as Weena was turned over on her back and caned across her small breasts. Eva watched the red lines appearing on the suffering girl's pale skin. She licked harder as Weena cried for mercy.
Calliope punished the helpless girl relentlessly. Eva felt her own cunt heating with excitement as she witnessed the torment before her. She had suffered so much herself. She knew what the pain of a beating felt like. She understood the empty feeling of humiliation at the hand of a dominant. She knew the confusion of inaction brought about by suffering too much to be able to please. That knowledge only increased her excitement. Each stroke of the cane inflamed her more than the one before. Each red line that appeared on the girl's skin hardened Eva's nipples, made them ache, made them throb, made them feel as though they too were being beaten by the cane. She cradled his heavy testicles in her hands, weighing them, squeezing them, toying with them.
Calliope had water fetched in buckets and thrown over Weena. It splashed against her, first between her legs, then her face and breasts. Weena had to be held down. She squirmed so much and she was so wet that once she escaped her captor's clutches. They caught her and tied her wrists together to prevent her fighting against them. But after her outburst her strength was exhausted and she was easily subdued. She was held by the shoulders and forced face down against the slave's feet again. Water ran across her back. It glistened on her shaved head and dripped down her cheeks and off her nose.
Praxis sat up but did not move Eva away. She again eased her mouth around his cock and felt it hardening against her eager tongue. She stared at the helpless Weena and pressed her hand down between her own legs. Her swollen sex opened at her touch. She ran her fingers along it, prising it apart, feeling its warmth, its heat, its need.
Calliope's anger increased. She grabbed Weena by the ears and dragged her to her feet. She spat on the girl's face and spread it over her cheeks and eyes with her hands. She screamed at her and again forced her to her knees and commanded her to clean the slave's feet with her tongue.
Weena fell to the side exhausted. Her small frame shivering, her breasts rising and falling with panting breaths. The young male slave shuffled his feet uncomfortably. He was unable to hold himself back any longer. He had seen Weena before, even exchanged glances with her. He had hoped they would be put to serve together, that someday he would be able to talk to her. He could not bear to see her suffering any more. He bent to help her up. He knew it was wrong, but he could not stop himself.
Calliope exploded. She screeched at the top of her voice. She pushed the young man back angrily. She kicked Weena. She took the cane again and thrashed at them both in a torrent of uncontrollable fury. The young man fell back whimpering, realising his mistake.
Praxis suddenly jumped to his feet. He knocked Eva aside, his temples throbbing with anger, his cock glistening with Eva's saliva.
'Calliope! You have let me down. Even a poor weak slave betters you. If you wish to stay in my service you will have to suffer some training yourself. From this moment you will be the slave of Eva.'
Eva grinned broadly. She could hardly believe what had happened. Calliope set her jaw. She dropped the cane and squeezed her eyes shut.
'And do not expect any special favours from me until you learn better,' he said. 'I will ask for daily reports on you. From now on your future relies on your new mistress.'
He turned towards the moaning youth who had tried to help Weena. 'And take this young slave I hear whining for mercy to the brazen bull. I shall listen out for its song. Yes, feed him to the brazen bull. I will soon hear if the beast is pleased with its feast.'
Eva stood up and walked to Calliope, who looked to Praxis. His face was fixed. There was no sign of mercy on it. She dropped to her knees and allowed the collar to be placed around her neck. She looked up as it was tightened, and her snarl turned to a grin as she responded to Eva's tug on the lead.
Eva sat on the chair next to Praxis. She held Calliope proudly on the lead. Calliope knelt by her side. Eva listened to the slave's pleas for mercy. She imagined him struggling against his captors. The picture she had in her mind of his straining muscles sent waves of excitement through her. She imagined how he had been overpowered, how he had not the strength to fight against his persecutors. She pictured his sweating face. She imagined the veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes wide with fear, his mouth agape. She heard his continuous, despairing screams. She cocked her head and listened as his voice became an echo - a hollow, ethereal cry of hopelessness, a distant counterpart of the man he had been.
She followed what was happening in her mind. She saw him being pushed, still fighting, inside the bronze beast. She heard his muffled cries being stifled. She heard the heavy thud as the door in the side was slammed shut. She listened to the bolt being closed as his begging was finally and completely shut in. Then she heard the crackling of the fire as it was lit beneath the statue. She cupped a hand behind an ear as she listened to the first gasps of anger as the brazen beast released its furious cry.
'Listen to the bull, master,' said Wang excitedly as he ran into the tent. 'It is truly in
furiated. It glows with heat and calls out to the gods to save it. Hear its cries. It is as though they come from hell itself.'
Praxis cocked his head to the side. The poor young slave's cries filled the tent. Praxis sniffed the air, smelling the heated bronze, the flames of the fire beneath the brazen bull, the aroma of the slave inside its inflamed carcass.
Eva felt the warmth of Calliope's body against her leg. She thrilled at the thought of her waiting at the end of the leash for instructions from her new mistress. But the excitement that filled her body was produced not by the captive Calliope, but by the suffering of the slave she could not even see. Her head was full of the roaring of the brazen bull. Her ears rang with it. Her head pounded. Her mind was a panic of thunder and lightning and images of hell from which the beast had been born. Her whole body quivered to its song. Its clamouring bellows overpowered her. She was a victim to its fury. Herself a slave of its savage power.
Eva tugged Calliope's lead. She pulled Calliope's head between her open thighs. Calliope smiled and opened her mouth. Eva pulled her closer. Calliope's tongue reached out from between wet lips. Eva drew her in until the tip touched her wet, waiting sex. Calliope licked. Eva opened to the warm contact. She pressed forward onto Calliope's tongue, allowing it to reach inside and lick the soft wet interior of her waiting, needy flesh.
Eva dropped her head back in ecstasy. Calliope pressed harder. Eva felt the tongue lapping inside her. She felt its tip searching out the deepest parts of her flesh. She felt her clitoris swelling against it, throbbing to the rhythm of Calliope's tongue as it moved to the tempo of her own desire.
Eva pulled harder on the leash, tightening the collar, bringing Calliope in closer. She felt Calliope's cheeks against the insides of her thighs, the heat of her face against her skin. She saw a slave standing with the cane Calliope had used to beat Weena. She motioned to him. He moved closer. Eva nodded. He lifted the cane behind his shoulder. He waited for her instruction, for her command. She held back for a moment, savouring the control she had over him, and the sway she had over Calliope's pain.
