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had
still not forgotten how she had been deceived by Sappho and
Chryseis - their tormenting jeers still rang in her ears. She did
not know what to do.
    'Mistress?'
she said, as if someone else was speaking for her.
    'Yes?' said
Calliope, helping Eva to her feet.
    'Is this true?
Can it possibly be true?'
    'Yes, my dear.
You have suffered enough. It is true. Come, we have things to
do.'
     
     

Chapter 3
The 'shrinking man'
     
    Eva was taken
to Calliope's tent, a high-roofed octagonal structure made from
heavy drapes of white and pink. Young girls attended her. Some had
been taken from the Temple of Apollo in raids on Troy, some had
been brought from Persia, some from Thebes in Egypt, and some from
further south in Africa. Some belonged to Praxis, some had come as
gifts, some had been left temporarily by guests, and some tended as
payment for debt. All had their heads shorn, their pubic hair
shaved, and all were forbidden to wear any clothing. Their bodies
were slim and oiled. They were trained in suppleness and athletics
each day. Some wore crowns of flowers, some garlands of leaves
around their necks. They fussed around Eva inquisitively. They
touched her tangled red hair, and ran their hands across her pale
northern skin.
    They led her
to a large bath, shaped from bronze and set in the centre of the
tent. Garlands of white flowers draped its sides, aromatic steam
rose from its surface. The giggling girls removed her dirty smock,
took her hands and encouraged her up small steps set at the side of
the bath. As she entered the warm mist her head was filled with the
delightful aroma of oils and fragrances; cedarwood, bergamot, tolu,
frankincense and nutmeg. She could hardly believe what was
happening.
    One of the
girls stood in the bath and took both of her hands.
    'I am Weena,
mistress,' she said. 'Come, I will bathe you.' She drew Eva into
the warm water. It rose over her body, soft and gentle, cleansing
and caressing. She sank into it.
    Weena entwined
her arms around Eva. She pressed her own slim body closely against
Eva's. She drew her legs up and moved her thighs against Eva's
hips.
    'I will
cleanse you with my body,' said Weena. 'I have been trained to
please.'
    Eva lay back
in the water. Weena rubbed her all over with her own body. She
coiled around her like a snake. She pressed her stomach against
Eva's. She urged her shoulders beneath Eva's armpits. She opened
her legs and massaged Eva's breasts with her delightful sex. She
raised her buttocks, drew Eva's face between them, and rubbed them
against Eva's cheeks. She opened her legs more, bringing Eva's lips
against her anus, allowing her to kiss it, lick it, insert her
tongue inside it.
    Eva could not
stop herself. She had been mistreated for so long. The relief from
torture and pain, the sensuality of the warm fragrant water, and
the attention of the delectable Weena were overpowering. She
wrapped her arms around Weena's hips and lifted her delightful
buttocks.
    Weena did not
hold back. She opened herself completely. She clung to the side of
the bronze bath and pushed herself back against Eva. Her slit, in a
soft wet oval of flesh, came against Eva's mouth. Her anus, tight,
dark and perfectly formed, pressed against Eva's flaring
nostrils.
    Eva inhaled
the scent of Weena's body. She pressed her nose against her anus.
She slipped the tip of her hungry tongue into Weena's vagina. Weena
gripped the edge of the bath tightly, tensing her body, pressing
back, wanting to be filled. The curve of her buttocks glistened
with the gloss of the sweetly scented water. Steam rose in a mist
around them both. Eva's red hair floated in the water. It clung to
Weena's thighs in drawn out scarlet tangles. It was as though the
water was on fire, as though their passion had set it alight.
    The other
girls leant against the bath sides. Some dangled their hands in the
water, some stroked Weena's buttocks or touched Eva's hair. One
held her fingers tightly in her vagina and sucked the erect