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  Praxis held the brass-tipped rod high. The man holding the end of the leather hose held it above the woman's head. Master Wang screeched an instruction to the man on the gantry. He bent down and turned a large wheel until a sudden flow of water poured from the end of the hose. It hit the woman full in the face, knocking her head back against the timber beam. She flared her nostrils and fought for breath. The man holding the hose brought it close to her face, directing its full force at her. She screwed up her eyes and shook her head from side to side. A spray of droplets surrounded her in a massive halo. The man kept the hose directed at her and it splashed heavily into her ears and up her nostrils. Her eyes were the only testament to her screams, silenced by the plug of the gag, the frantic array of rainbow-coloured rain around her head the only clue to her desperation. The bubbles foaming around her nostrils, the evidence of her grip on life so easily quenched and silenced by the sound of the fierce water.

  Sappho pushed her arms and feet further through the grill. She wanted someone to look up at her, to see her exposure, her pleasure. She wanted to scream out. She wanted to be caught, dragged down into the courtyard and treated like the woman. She stretched her arms further out. She wanted everything she could see.

  The man with the hose directed it on the woman's breasts. She threw her head back with the shock when it hit her. The fingers of her hands, spread wide against the bonds that held her wrists, tensed and released in quick succession. She bit the ball in her mouth as hard as she could. Her nipples rose hard and stiff against the cold flow of water. The paleness of her breasts flushed with the chill of the cold, and her stomach tensed as she tried somehow to hold in the pain.

  Sappho started moving on Chryseis' fingers, heralding the quickening speed she needed. Chryseis responded, pressing deeper into her sex then slipping back before thrusting in again. And she delved her fingers deeper into Sappho's anus, now dilated wide and throbbing with the excitement of the sensitising thrust.

  When the man with the hose directed it straight at the woman's exposed sex her eyes widened and she went stiff. The water ran into her vagina, filling it, bubbling between its soft folds, flowing inside, running out. Only her eyes told of the pain of the cold water, the violation of the flow and the degrading humiliation that accompanied it.

  Sappho was absorbed. She felt every harsh splash, every brutal smack of the water. She imagined it inside her, chilling her innards, shrinking her flesh, freezing her, stealing her warmth. In her mind she felt the cold water, hard and sharp against her skin. She sat back. Chryseis increased the speed of her fingers, thrusting them hard, poking them deep, eager to bring Sappho to the point of joy she wanted.

  Suddenly all eyes turned from the woman. From a side door in the wall by the cages a beautiful naked woman with a small ring glistening at her sex was marched into the centre of the courtyard. Calliope stood erect and stared around fearfully.

  Chapter 8

  Calliope's suffering

  They left the woman tied to the gantry. She hung there on her bonds, dissipated and used. Water poured back down her nostrils, running away across the ball in her mouth and off her chin.

  Praxis walked menacingly up to Calliope. She did not move. She was frozen with fear. He sniffed at her face. She held herself stiffly, not moving at all as he ran his hand across her breasts, her flat stomach and down between her legs. He curled his huge rough fingers into the entrance to her cunt and pulled sharply upwards. She rose onto her toes to try and reduce the pressure.

  'You have found a fine one indeed, Master Wang. Does she have any skills, or do we have to train her from the beginning?' he asked, still holding her up on her toes with his fingers.

  'She is a gift from the temple of Apollo, my lord. The girls from there always need complete training. They have desires but no skills. They spend too much time in worship. And not enough time on their knees!'

  'Then we shall begin straight away. Bind her to the cylinder. That is the best place to begin her course in obedience.' He pulled his fingers up hard and Calliope rose further, her muscles taut and defined, her teeth clenched in concentration and trepidation.

  Sappho stared down from behind the grill. Calliope's predicament made her ache with desire. She imagined Praxis' hand against her own cunt, pulling upwards, stretching her tender flesh, holding her, controlling her. She was consumed by what she saw. She felt herself taken over by Chryseis' probing fingers, filled by them, heated by them, drawn on by their quickening pace towards the reward of her ultimate pleasure. Her eyes were wet with tears of joy. They ran down her cheeks and mixed with the spit that trickled for her gaping mouth.

  She pushed back and then lifted away. Chryseis' fingers were tight in the encircling ring of her anus, treating it to the pleasure of pressure, forcing it open on entry, tightening it on withdrawal.

  'Faster,' Sappho whispered to Chryseis. 'Faster.'

  She clawed her hands through the bars of the grill, stretching her fingers towards Calliope, wanting to touch her, wanting to feel her fear. Calliope was truly beautiful. Her tall elegance, square shoulders and black cropped hair gave her a proud bearing befitting nobility more than slavery. Her breasts were firm, her nipples dark, hard and erect. The slit of her shaved sex puckered slightly where the shiny golden ring emerged from its resting place. She could not take her eyes off her. She filled her mind.

  'Strap her down tightly Master Wang!' ordered Praxis, finally removing his fingers from Calliope. She dropped back from her toes and stood squarely on her feet. Sappho could almost feel the release as Praxis' hand came away. She saw the relief on Calliope's face, and she saw the fear that came over it as she realised she was not being freed.

  Sappho watched closely as two men dragged Calliope to the wooden cylinder in the centre of the courtyard. Master Wang spun it on its axle to test how easily it rotated. He smiled and ordered the men to bend Calliope backwards over it. She struggled and another man came to help. Sappho saw the tension in Calliope's muscles as she fought against the men - the tightness of her thighs, the strain on sex lips. Sappho's eyes fixed on them most of all. Calliope's cunt was delectable. It was so fine, so precise, raised only slightly, its colour only slightly pinker than the surrounding skin. When she lifted a leg to get away from her captors the flesh that surrounded it was pulled sideways, the crack opened a little and the flesh on the one side pulled against the flesh on the other. The symmetry was broken and a delightful new shape was formed, in its pliability somehow more available, more tantalizing, more captivating. The golden ring raised and twisted and hinted at the pressure caused on the unseen, pierced clitoris. Calliope lifted her leg higher and the shape of her cunt changed again, this time exposing a glistening sliver of inner flesh and, for a moment, the place of entry of the golden ring. Sappho wondered when it had been pierced, how it had been done, who had done it. She squirmed back harder onto Chryseis' fingers. Chryseis pulled herself closer, breathing against Sappho's neck, increasing her heat, firing her passion, setting her ablaze.

  They pulled Calliope backwards against the massive wooden cylinder. Praxis came forward and prodded at her with his rod. The men held her legs apart and he pushed the brass end of the rod between them. He guided it to their tops and let its bulbous tip rest against Calliope's sex. It made contact with the golden ring and he probed at it inquisitively.

  'You have a ring, my beauty. Now, who gave you that I wonder?'

  He pressed a little harder, squeezing the fleshy lips aside, opening them a little, exposing the pinkness that lay within.

  'What does she look like, Wang?' asked Praxis, turning. 'Is she beautiful as you promised?'

  'Oh yes, my lord. No one could be more beautiful. Her skin has the satiny gloss of youth. She is like a ripe peach.'

  Praxis laughed. 'Then let us feed on her!'

  He pulled the rod away and Calliope slumped back into the men's arms. The brass end glistened with her moisture.

  Sappho pulled herself up and down Chryseis' fingers as they dr
agged Calliope to the wooden cylinder. They stood her against it and bent her over backwards. Her body curved across it, bending to its shape. She could barely stretch back enough to conform to its arc, but they forced her until she could. Her arms were pulled back, continuing the circular line of the cylinder, and her legs were stretched around it as well. She lay against it, pulled to the extreme, her breasts almost flattened by the strain, her hipbones prominent on either side of her flat stomach. Her smooth skin gleamed.

  The men wound leather straps through holes in the cylinder. They tied them around her wrists and ankles, binding them twelve times before securing them with firmly pulled knots. They left her head free and did not plug her mouth, but at the position the cylinder was at her head hung backwards towards the ground and she could not raise it. When one of the men tried to push a heavy ball into her mouth Master Wang knocked it away. She would, he said, need her mouth open for her training to take full effect.

  'Faster,' said Sappho, not thinking about anything else except what she was watching and what she was feeling. 'Faster. I need it as deep as you can. Can you get another finger in my anus? Three, I need three. I need the tightness. The tension. The pain. I need filling. And faster. Faster!'

  She dropped hard on Chryseis' fingers. Now she wanted more in her anus than her cunt. She flexed her feet, stretching her legs forward as far as she could through the grill. She bounced back on Chryseis' fingers. The unforgiving iron grating dug into the back of her ankles, but the penetrating pain only caused her to do it more. Chryseis responded, quickening the pace, driving her three fingers in and out of Sappho's pulsating anal ring.

  Master Wang pushed at the edge of the cylinder. It revolved easily and Calliope was spun around, turning upside down and returning twice to the place she started before Wang grabbed the cylinder and stopped it. Calliope looked terrified. Her eyes flitted from side to side, unsure where to look, not knowing from where the threat was coming, only apprehensive of its unknown form. She gasped, panting uncomfortably against the straining position she was in, desperate for breath.

  Master Wang pushed the cylinder slowly until Calliope's head hung back and her strained sex was uppermost. He stroked her nipples then ran his hand across her stomach. He inserted his finger into her vagina. She looked around frantically, not knowing who was violating her, not knowing what was going to happen next. He pulled his finger out slightly and took hold of the golden ring. He tugged and Calliope squealed. He tugged again and she yelped louder. He twisted it and she screeched. He twisted it more and she screamed.

  Her screams reverberated around the courtyard and Sappho drank them in. She gulped at the air and drew Calliope's suffering in, feeding on it, nourishing herself with it.

  Master Wang released the ring and Calliope's scream turned into a relieved bleat. He ordered one of the men to kneel in front of her face and insert his cock into her mouth. Sappho watched the erection go in, slowly at first, finding its way, pushing against Calliope's tongue, then more forcibly, and finally, when it was secure and Calliope could not hold it back, it sank in completely, right to the hilt. There was nothing to be seen of it. Calliope's lips were stretched firmly around the base. Sappho pictured its length inside Calliope, the bulbous end down her throat, the thick shaft impressed against its sides. She imagined the sensation of its throbbing bulk, its venous surface, squeezed in so tightly and she felt her own pleasure increasing and her own need demanding more. She did not know how to get it and so abandoned herself to movement - clawing, reaching, and imagining. She had lost control of herself.

  One after another the men thrust their cocks into Calliope's mouth. Each one went in completely, each one emerging covered in spit and oozing semen. It dripped into Calliope's nostrils and into her eyes, pulling down her eyelashes with heavy, sticky globs.

  When they had all ejaculated into her throat, and when her face was covered in their seed, they spun her on the cylinder, winding it around until she was too confused to sense the ground. Disorientated and giddy, her head reeled with the sickening dizziness of her confused senses. Sappho watched her eyes turning upwards, straining to tell up from down. She watched her mouth gaping, but she did not feel sorry for her; Calliope's pitiful state only drove Sappho's ecstasy higher.

  Master Wang ordered the hose brought, and when they released the full flow of water from the high tank it was directed squarely at Calliope. They kept her spinning giddily and the force of the water was aimed at her revolving body. First it smacked her face, filling her mouth and nostrils, washing the semen from her eyes, making her choke and cough. It found her breasts, hitting them harshly, causing her hard nipples to tighten even more. Then as she spun relentlessly the force of the water streamed between her legs, opening her sex, spraying harshly between the fleshy lips, squirting forcibly into her anus and running away between her taut buttocks. Then it was directed at the soles of her feet - a cold, brutal stream sloshing across their tender skin. The cylinder went full circle, and still gasping and choking from the first dousing she took it again in the face.

  'I can stand it no longer,' gasped Sappho. 'I cannot wait. Are you ready for me?'

  Chryseis held her fingers stiffly inside her, holding her back, keeping her on the brink for a few more seconds. She looked back at the thick handle of an old bullwhip cast aside and left in the cell. She licked her lips in fresh expectation.

  'Yes, I am ready, my dear Sappho.'

  Chryseis pulled her fingers out of Sappho's anus, grabbed the handle of the whip and thrust it in their place. Sappho screeched, gulping for breath, her eyes wide with shock. Her mind filled with new sensations: surprise, the coldness of the leather handle, the hardness of it, its length, its penetration. She felt the bulbous end deep in her rectum, forcing higher, reaching into her bowels. She was afraid. She held her breath, unsure what was going to happen, unsure if she could take it. Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, she found herself riding it, crouching back and riding it, drawing it higher, burying it inside her as deeply as she could. Now she only wanted it to penetrate her, only needed it high within her. She just wanted to feel stuffed with it, filled to the brim, impaled on it. She screamed out loud - a shrill spasm of a scream, high-pitched, endless - and her orgasm began to flow.

  Sappho watched Calliope spinning on the cylinder as the men brought out whips and flailed her breasts. The ragged-ended implements caught her nipples sharply and, as she revolved, bit into the tender flesh of her cunt. Sappho was overcome - filled with it all. Her rectum was full; she could feel the whip handle in her bowels. She was filled with what she saw, breathing in extra flashes of it sharply whenever she could gasp. The pains in her arms and legs where they poked through the grill only fed her joy. The biting sting of the metal edges had overcome her too. And she felt drowned in the speed of Chryseis' penetrating fingers in her sopping sex. She could no longer hold her ecstasy in. It was built up fully inside her, choking her, spewing out of her, making her head reel, turning her inside out. She coughed and choked then, unable to resist its pressure any more, she submitted and it was released. She screamed, long and shrill, spit frothing from her mouth and running down her chin. Her screaming would not stop, a sound that spoke only of her ecstatic submission to pleasure. Her privacy was in tatters. She was completely exposed. She had relinquished all control of herself and become her own vulnerability.

  Praxis swung around, not knowing what he was hearing, but somehow directed by everyone else's glare. Master Wang looked up and saw Sappho, her arms and legs forced through the grill, her face pressed against it. She saw his gaze and convulsed with a jerking orgasm that, once started, would not release her. She bucked and shook and, as she saw all eyes below turn up to her it began anew, taking on a different form, drawing on fresh sensations, fresh resources. Now her orgasm was coming from her exposure to the eyes that watched her, to the vulnerability of it, the embarrassment, the dread that came with their staring, intruding eyes. She shook faster. She gasped for breath then, her eyes bulging,
her face flushed, she started screaming again.

  Suddenly there was a loud crash at the huge wooden entrance doors to the courtyard. Praxis looked around blindly. He held up his brass-tipped rod with one hand and grasped desperately for Master Wang with the other. Another crash against the doors and they fell forward into the braziers in an explosion of fiery ashes, dust and smoke.

  Achilles and Ajax stood at the entrance, their legs wide, their shields up and their gleaming swords piercing the air.

  They spotted Chryseis and Sappho straight away. Now they were both pressed against the grill, their squirming legs wrapped around each other's heads as their tongues delved into each other's cunts. They had hardly heard the Greeks breaking down the doors. They were too absorbed in their own mutual pleasures. When they realised something was happening it was too late to hide themselves or escape.

  One of Achilles' men dragged them down into the courtyard. They were both flushed with shame and hung their heads as they were pulled before Achilles. Sappho still had her robe on but it was pulled up around her shoulders. The insides of her thighs glistened with Chryseis' saliva and her own silky moisture. Chryseis was naked, breathless and soaked with sweat.

  Achilles looked only at Sappho. She captivated him. He strode to her. Chryseis tried to stand in front of her - a faint act of protection - but Achilles brushed her aside. Chryseis tried again but this time he smacked her across the cheek and she fell silent to the floor.

  'You are truly beautiful,' he said to Sappho, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Are you a god or a mortal? What is your name?'

  'Sappho,' she replied nervously.

  'Sappho, you belong to me,' he said with assured certainty.

  Turning to his men he shouted, 'I claim her as my prize!' He turned and walked back to the broken doors.