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said, barely able to
disguise her anger. 'I quickly cured her. She is a puny maiden,
easily subdued. I do not know why Master Wang had difficulty with
her. It was such a simple matter. Perhaps my lord would allow me to
demonstrate. I'm sure my training will not be found wanting.'
    'As you will.
Show your chieftain how you have subdued this terrible foe.'
    Achilles
laughed heartily as Calliope pursed her lips. 'Here, girl! On your
knees!'
    Weena scuttled
forward and knelt where Calliope indicated.
    'Ah, yes, you
have trained her to be a dog,' mocked Achilles. 'She kneels at your
command. I am impressed. But I have lots of dogs. And they are
cheaper to keep than slaves.'
    'Yes she
kneels, lord, but now I will show you what I have taught her. You
will soon see she is worth more than any dog. Look up, girl! Attend
to your mistress's orders.'
    'I hope your
promises can be fulfilled, my lady. I have no more patience for
disappointment.'
    'They can,
sire. They can.'
    A strongly
built male slave was brought in and stripped. He stood naked before
Calliope. She ordered him to stretch his arms out wide. Weena was
lifted up and placed with her back against the slave's. Her arms
were stretched wide and her wrists bound with leather straps to his
muscular forearms. Her ankles were tied to his calves with thin
thongs.
    She hung on
her bonds, panting with trepidation, glowing with the sweat of
fear. Her hard nipples gleamed.
    The male slave
was told to bend forward. As he did Weena was bent backwards
against him. Her body arched tautly against the naked man. Her
breasts flattened against her ribs. Her hips were forced out
prominently, her stomach flat and hollowed. Her delectable pink
slit, shaved and naked, was stretched and vulnerable. She lay
against the back of the athletic man, unable to move, stretched as
though on a crucifix.
    'She is ready
for you, sire. She will take everything you have. Yes, even the
mighty Achilles. I have ensured she will swallow it to the
hilt.'
    Achilles
smiled and walked close. Weena lay bent back over the slave's back,
her face upside down at the height of Achilles' groin. He opened
his tunic and lifted his meaty cock. It swung heavily against her
open mouth. Her eyes widened as she saw its size. She felt its
heat. Her smooth cheeks flushed.
    Achilles
pressed the tip against her lips. She opened them as much as
possible. It entered. Her cheeks filled as the globe ran across her
tongue. Her eyes widened more. The slave brought his arms forward
so she was stretched even tighter. She tried to express the pain of
the tension in her body with a scream, but her mouth was plugged
completely.
    Eva, her
fingers teasing the tip of her clitoris, stared at Weena. She
watched Achilles' cock thickening and filling her mouth. The veined
surface slid between her stretched lips. Weena's eyes widened as it
entered. Eva watched it going in further. She strummed her
clitoris, squeezing it, sending joy into her body. She rose up as
she felt the pent-up pressure beginning to release.
    Weena's body
tightened as the cock continued to slide into her mouth. Its tip
reached the back of her throat. Her face reddened more. Still it
continued to enter. Weena gagged and tightened against the shaft
but she did not stop it. She swallowed it down.
    Eva watched
Weena's throat thicken as the tip of the cock entered it. Weena
tightened more against the slave's back and pulled against the
bonds which held her wrists and ankles. Eva opened her legs then
tightened them again. Her head filled with the picture before her.
In her mind she could see nothing else.
    Weena strained
and squirmed. Her eyes bulged, her chest rose, and Achilles pulled
out. Eva gasped and bit her lip, seized with the unreleased tension
of her ecstasy. She shivered with frustration.
    Achilles stood
back and stared at Calliope. 'I think that you have lost control of
your little empire, my dear Praxis. Perhaps it is time to start
looking elsewhere for my entertainment.'
    Praxis