her waist and thrust into her from
behind - sometimes into her cunt, sometimes into her anus. Even
when they left her she continued to whimper, growling and panting
rapidly.
When the sun
had set Sappho was untied from the post and flung back into the
dark stall. The door was slammed behind her. She had not seen
Chryseis since she'd been taken away. She felt around in the
darkness and realised she was not there. Her stomach filled with
fear. She felt desperately alone. She wondered what could have
happened. She feared she might never see her friend again, and that
she was doomed to a life of loneliness, captivity and
suffering.
She dropped
down in one corner and stared blankly into the darkness. The image
of Chryseis' beating flashed back into her mind, the sound of her
cries in her ears. Her heart raced. She thought of the girls in the
lion skins, and of the men chasing them as beasts. She saw their
tails rising in the hot sun, and she heard their cries of pain and
pleasure as the men-lions mounted their prey from behind. She
gasped for breath, and with her hands busy between her thighs, she
strained back in an unstoppable paroxysm of bliss.
Chapter 6
Calliope's humiliation - Eva's
redemption
Female slaves,
wearing only light pleated tunics, opened the entrance to the tent
as Praxis and Calliope arrived. Calliope looked haughtily at a
nervous Weena, who held one of the flaps. As Calliope came closer
Weena shrank back, aware of the temper her mistress had, and barely
recovered from her last punishment at her hands. Calliope hesitated
at the door, checking the anxious girl with her eyes, hoping to
find something wrong that could warrant punishment.
'Show me your
teeth,' she ordered. 'Quickly. Quickly!'
Weena dropped
the tent flap and stepped forward uneasily. She opened her mouth
and exposed her fine white teeth.
'Wider.'
Calliope peered into the girl's mouth. 'Push out your tongue. I
cannot see for it.'
Weena obeyed
and Calliope poked her fingers into her mouth. The girl gagged, but
Calliope just looked disapprovingly at her.
'Why are you
choking?' she demanded. 'Why do you gag? Can you not take a man in
here? Have you not been trained to swallow the shaft of a man?
Speak!'
Weena's face
reddened. 'Mistress, I...'
'My lord,
Praxis,' Calliope said disdainfully, 'this girl needs checking. I
fear she may be unable to carry out her duties. I think the
training Master Wang has given her has been inadequate. I shall
have to correct it.'
Praxis turned
to her. Wang tugged urgently at his arm. Calliope looked annoyed at
the man's intrusion.
'Lord,' said
Wang as he pulled more insistently. 'They have brought the "brazen
bull". It has been set up outside the main tent. None will dare
stand against you now, lord. All will fear the punishment of the
"brazen bull". All will fear the wrath of the great Praxis.'
Praxis held
out his arms. Both his large biceps were banded with tight leather
straps. He moved forward blindly. 'Take me to it. I need to feel
its power. I need to run my fingers over its muscular form.'
Wang took his
arm and led him towards the entrance of the tent.
Calliope
rushed forward, seething with jealousy. 'But the girl, my lord. Are
you not concerned about the girl? Her training?'
'Later,' said
Praxis dismissively. 'If you cannot deal with it. Master Wang will
do so later.'
Calliope
scowled angrily, but followed nevertheless. She was not going to
let Wang get the better of her. She grabbed hold of Weena. 'Be
quiet, girl. Follow me.'
Master Wang
led Praxis outside. He stood him in front of a huge statue of a
bull. Its prodigious shoulders and muscular hindquarters
beautifully cast from shining bronze, shimmered in the scorching
midday heat. Its curved horns dazzled in the sunlight. The effigy
had been fixed to the ground with iron nails. A fire had been set
beneath its belly. A door in its side, just big enough for a man to
be squeezed through, testified to its use as a torture
behind - sometimes into her cunt, sometimes into her anus. Even
when they left her she continued to whimper, growling and panting
rapidly.
When the sun
had set Sappho was untied from the post and flung back into the
dark stall. The door was slammed behind her. She had not seen
Chryseis since she'd been taken away. She felt around in the
darkness and realised she was not there. Her stomach filled with
fear. She felt desperately alone. She wondered what could have
happened. She feared she might never see her friend again, and that
she was doomed to a life of loneliness, captivity and
suffering.
She dropped
down in one corner and stared blankly into the darkness. The image
of Chryseis' beating flashed back into her mind, the sound of her
cries in her ears. Her heart raced. She thought of the girls in the
lion skins, and of the men chasing them as beasts. She saw their
tails rising in the hot sun, and she heard their cries of pain and
pleasure as the men-lions mounted their prey from behind. She
gasped for breath, and with her hands busy between her thighs, she
strained back in an unstoppable paroxysm of bliss.
Chapter 6
Calliope's humiliation - Eva's
redemption
Female slaves,
wearing only light pleated tunics, opened the entrance to the tent
as Praxis and Calliope arrived. Calliope looked haughtily at a
nervous Weena, who held one of the flaps. As Calliope came closer
Weena shrank back, aware of the temper her mistress had, and barely
recovered from her last punishment at her hands. Calliope hesitated
at the door, checking the anxious girl with her eyes, hoping to
find something wrong that could warrant punishment.
'Show me your
teeth,' she ordered. 'Quickly. Quickly!'
Weena dropped
the tent flap and stepped forward uneasily. She opened her mouth
and exposed her fine white teeth.
'Wider.'
Calliope peered into the girl's mouth. 'Push out your tongue. I
cannot see for it.'
Weena obeyed
and Calliope poked her fingers into her mouth. The girl gagged, but
Calliope just looked disapprovingly at her.
'Why are you
choking?' she demanded. 'Why do you gag? Can you not take a man in
here? Have you not been trained to swallow the shaft of a man?
Speak!'
Weena's face
reddened. 'Mistress, I...'
'My lord,
Praxis,' Calliope said disdainfully, 'this girl needs checking. I
fear she may be unable to carry out her duties. I think the
training Master Wang has given her has been inadequate. I shall
have to correct it.'
Praxis turned
to her. Wang tugged urgently at his arm. Calliope looked annoyed at
the man's intrusion.
'Lord,' said
Wang as he pulled more insistently. 'They have brought the "brazen
bull". It has been set up outside the main tent. None will dare
stand against you now, lord. All will fear the punishment of the
"brazen bull". All will fear the wrath of the great Praxis.'
Praxis held
out his arms. Both his large biceps were banded with tight leather
straps. He moved forward blindly. 'Take me to it. I need to feel
its power. I need to run my fingers over its muscular form.'
Wang took his
arm and led him towards the entrance of the tent.
Calliope
rushed forward, seething with jealousy. 'But the girl, my lord. Are
you not concerned about the girl? Her training?'
'Later,' said
Praxis dismissively. 'If you cannot deal with it. Master Wang will
do so later.'
Calliope
scowled angrily, but followed nevertheless. She was not going to
let Wang get the better of her. She grabbed hold of Weena. 'Be
quiet, girl. Follow me.'
Master Wang
led Praxis outside. He stood him in front of a huge statue of a
bull. Its prodigious shoulders and muscular hindquarters
beautifully cast from shining bronze, shimmered in the scorching
midday heat. Its curved horns dazzled in the sunlight. The effigy
had been fixed to the ground with iron nails. A fire had been set
beneath its belly. A door in its side, just big enough for a man to
be squeezed through, testified to its use as a torture
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