Free Trojan Whores by Syra Bond Page A

drink from the kitchen, my lord.'
    'Then bring a
bowl, and a whip,' ordered Achilles.
    The gag was
removed and the girl was forced onto all fours in front of the
bowl. Two slaves were made to urinate in it. They filled it to
overflowing. The girl's head was pushed down to the bowl. The slave
holding the leash placed his foot on the back of her neck to keep
her there. Achilles took the whip; a stout leather flail with six
tails.
    'Make her
drink,' he ordered.
    The slave
forced the girl's face into the bowl. She spluttered as she tried
to lap hopelessly at the urine.
    'Aha!' mocked
Achilles. 'Look, Praxis, one of your slaves is stealing drink. I
think she needs punishing.'
    'You are
right, my lord. And there is no better hand to take on the task
than my lord.'
    Achilles
brought the flail down sharply onto the girl's buttocks. She reared
back. Her face lifted from the bowl and she yelped with shock. The
slave pressed his foot harder against the back of her neck and
forced her face down again. She choked and coughed. Urine
overflowed from the bowl. Achilles whipped the leather flail down
again. It struck her buttocks and laced them with red stripes.
Again she pulled up and again she was forced back down.
    Eva watched
the punishment. She ran her fingers around her leather belt,
feeling its smoothness, its tightness against her skin. Every time
the flail slashed across the girl's buttocks Eva felt a shock of
excitement in her tummy. Every time Achilles lifted the flail she
held her breath as she anticipated the moment of contact - the slap
of leather against skin. Every time she saw the girl's face dipped
into the bowl she moved her fingers further down from her belt
towards her moistening sex.
    The girl
spluttered as the beating continued. Her face was red and, when she
lifted herself up urine and spit ran freely from her mouth. Her
buttocks were an angry smudge of red; the lines inflicted by the
flail melded into one. Eva closed her eyes and let the girl's sobs
fill her head, letting her fingers probe into her sex. It opened
easily and, within its moist folds, she found the tip of her
throbbing clitoris.
    But Achilles
was dissatisfied. Suddenly he ordered the girl thrown into the
latrines. 'She can feast there all she wishes,' he said as, tired
of the punishment, he tossed the flail to the floor. He threw
himself into a grand chair.
    Eva gasped,
massaging her clitoris, yearning for the sound of pain, her eyes
searching for the vision of servitude and punishment. She wanted to
rush forward and plead with Achilles to continue. She wanted to
throw herself at his feet, and beg him to take up the whip and
thrash her instead. Anything that would fill her with the torment
of punishment. Anything that would allow her own pleasure to
flow.
    Suddenly
Calliope strutted back into the tent. She held Weena by the ear and
pulled her along on her knees.
    'Praxis, what
is this?' asked Achilles, pleased with the diversion. 'Has your
beautiful assistant been planning something for us? And I thought
when she rushed out of the door with her little slave she was
hiding from me.'
    'My lord, she
has trouble with that slave.'
    'You surprise
me, Praxis. That a young slave like that should be trouble to your
beautiful assistant.'
    'Some of these
slaves are wilful, my lord, and difficult to control.'
    'Then, I
think, if the slave is stronger than the master, the master, or as
in this case, the mistress, should be the slave.'
    Calliope
scowled at Praxis. Achilles saw her anger and smiled.
    Master Wang
ran forward, preening at Calliope's discomfort.
    'There, sire,
you have it. A trial of strength. That's what it is. Perhaps
Calliope can show you how she has taught the girl the lesson she
accused her own master of not providing?'
    Calliope
scowled again. She dragged Weena forward, released her ear with a
final yank and kicked her down onto the floor. Weena shrank back,
nursing her ear, terrified.
    'She has been
no trouble to me, my lord Achilles,' Calliope