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.
'Who is it
that seeks entry?' a deep forbidding voice asked from within.
'Praxis. It is
me, Wang. I have a little something for you. A pretty little
something, I can assure you. She is from the best of places too.
From the temple of Apollo.'
A large bald
head appeared behind the grating. Two copper rings dangled loosely
from tattooed ears and another ring hung from a pulpy, reddened
nose. The head leant forward into the dim light in the alley and
revealed two roughly sewn sockets where eyes had once been.
'Bring her
in,' said Praxis gruffly, as slowly he opened the grating and let
the Chinaman in. 'I hope she is strong enough, Wang. I have found
many new ways of torturing the slaves who find their way into my
emporium. And some fail me before I am done with them.'
'If this one
does, Praxis, I know of another who certainly will not.'
Chapter 6
The raid on
Troy
As Achilles and
Ajax set out for a surprise raid on Troy, Eva was left to suffer.
After their humiliation on the beach, she and the other women had
been rounded up and driven into a compound made from animal hides
stretched on stakes. The compound was encircled by dogs, all
straining on taut leather leashes tied to iron rings driven on
spikes into the ground. The women were forced to kneel most of the
day, then at night they were made to crawl on all fours and do the
bidding of their masters, the cruel Greeks. Each night they were
beaten, sometimes with long canes, sometimes with whips or flails.
They all screamed as they were punished, but Eva less than the
rest. She felt it honourable to be strong in her suffering, to show
the others she was of royal heritage - brave and forbearing. But
her silent suffering brought its own perverse penalty. The more she
trapped it in - the longer she suppressed her screams and torment -
the more it inflamed her senses, her passion, her need. The longer
she trapped her passion, the wilder were her screeching
exclamations as ultimately they exploded in a turmoil of ecstasy,
pain and pent-up desire.
One night two
of the dogs were removed from their leashes and Eva and another
woman were collared and tied up in their place. By the morning the
other woman was howling like all the other dogs. She was crawling
around on her hands and knees, sniffing the others, drooling spit,
licking at them, growling. Eva, though, was still where she had
been
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.
'Who is it
that seeks entry?' a deep forbidding voice asked from within.
'Praxis. It is
me, Wang. I have a little something for you. A pretty little
something, I can assure you. She is from the best of places too.
From the temple of Apollo.'
A large bald
head appeared behind the grating. Two copper rings dangled loosely
from tattooed ears and another ring hung from a pulpy, reddened
nose. The head leant forward into the dim light in the alley and
revealed two roughly sewn sockets where eyes had once been.
'Bring her
in,' said Praxis gruffly, as slowly he opened the grating and let
the Chinaman in. 'I hope she is strong enough, Wang. I have found
many new ways of torturing the slaves who find their way into my
emporium. And some fail me before I am done with them.'
'If this one
does, Praxis, I know of another who certainly will not.'
Chapter 6
The raid on
Troy
As Achilles and
Ajax set out for a surprise raid on Troy, Eva was left to suffer.
After their humiliation on the beach, she and the other women had
been rounded up and driven into a compound made from animal hides
stretched on stakes. The compound was encircled by dogs, all
straining on taut leather leashes tied to iron rings driven on
spikes into the ground. The women were forced to kneel most of the
day, then at night they were made to crawl on all fours and do the
bidding of their masters, the cruel Greeks. Each night they were
beaten, sometimes with long canes, sometimes with whips or flails.
They all screamed as they were punished, but Eva less than the
rest. She felt it honourable to be strong in her suffering, to show
the others she was of royal heritage - brave and forbearing. But
her silent suffering brought its own perverse penalty. The more she
trapped it in - the longer she suppressed her screams and torment -
the more it inflamed her senses, her passion, her need. The longer
she trapped her passion, the wilder were her screeching
exclamations as ultimately they exploded in a turmoil of ecstasy,
pain and pent-up desire.
One night two
of the dogs were removed from their leashes and Eva and another
woman were collared and tied up in their place. By the morning the
other woman was howling like all the other dogs. She was crawling
around on her hands and knees, sniffing the others, drooling spit,
licking at them, growling. Eva, though, was still where she had
been
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