Trojan Slaves by Syra Bond Page A

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me to reach her nipples with my mouth!'
    The two men
grabbed Chryseis under her arms and lifted her off her feet. The
tangled chains pulled tight and the leather collar squeezed around
her throat. Sappho bit her lip as she saw the look of fear on
Chryseis' face, and before she knew it the extra tension on the
chains fed through to her, the collar pulling around her throat as
well, and she rocked from side to side to try and ease it.
    The two men
held Chryseis. She squirmed but it was useless. Sappho watched as
the man in front of her leant forward. He stopped, his open mouth
in front of Chryseis' erect nipple. Mud was smeared across it and
he licked his tongue out and pressed it against the dirt. He licked
it away and swallowed heavily. The soldiers in the square cheered
loudly and the man bared his teeth and set them eagerly around the
stiff bud. Chryseis pulled back, trying to avoid his bite, but the
men holding her tightened their grip and kept her fast.
    Sappho bit
harder on her lip. She sagged against her collar, feeling the
tension around her neck, enjoying the feeling of captivity. She
watched the man's teeth tightening around Chryseis' nipple and
dropped back more heavily. The man breathed in deeply and bit,
slowly at first, increasing the pressure gradually, then bit
harder. Chryseis opened her mouth at first, wide, ready to scream.
Sappho felt a heat between her legs and squeezed her thighs
together. The heat increased, and as she tightened the insides of
her thighs again she felt the moisture of desire oozing across her
swelling labia. She could not believe her excitement. She lolled
back further as the man bit harder. Suddenly Chryseis screamed out
- loud, penetrating, shrill. Sappho felt the surge of heat in her
sex and squeezed her thighs even tighter. Chryseis screamed louder
as the man bit harder, and the louder she screamed the more Sappho
squeezed her legs.
    Chryseis
dropped her head forward when the man stopped. She gasped and
panted, trying to get her breath back, trying to recover. But the
men holding her did not let her down. They kept her off the ground,
the collar pulling, her other nipple exposed. The man took that one
quickly, biting it, not waiting, not restraining his hunger.
Chryseis screamed again as the man's teeth bit into her tender
flesh. She threw her head back, but it only served to tighten the
collar already straining her neck.
    Sappho
tightened the muscles in her stomach; it helped her bear down on
the tightness at the top of her legs. She felt a building sensation
welling up inside her. She listened to Chryseis' pain. She could
not stand it. She was bursting with frustration. She opened her
mouth wide and she too started screaming.
    Her scream
joined Chryseis', two voices in a harmony of agony; Chryseis' from
the pain or her suffering, Sappho's from the frustration born of
the absence of what Chryseis could not endure. More men ran
forward. Sappho felt hands beneath her armpits, lifting her up. She
felt the strain of her collar, pulling at her, holding her fast.
Then a man was in front of her and she looked down at her nipples.
They were so hard - stretched, throbbing, pulsating - she could
hardly stand it. Her breasts ached with the pain of the pounding in
her extended nipples. The man opened his mouth and bared his teeth
again. She watched him bring them close to her right nipple. She
felt herself stretching it out to him, not pulling away, not
shrinking back in fear, but pushing it towards his teeth, wanting
him to take it between them, wanting him to bite.
    The pain went
deep when he did. It shot through her breast and penetrated her
body. She shrieked out, abandoned to her agony, unable to stop it,
incapable of holding it back. The pain went into her stomach and
down into the hot, throbbing flesh of her cunt. She rocked against
the bite, pulling herself away when she knew his grip was tight,
extending her nipple against his locked teeth - pulling it,
extending it, torturing it.