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nipple
of another. One licked between another's thighs. She lapped at it
eagerly, her face wet with moisture from the girl. Her cheeks
dripped with beads of sweat caused by the steamy heat that rose
from the fragrant bath.
    Weena
screeched. She thrashed in the water. She set the surface of the
bath into a foaming turmoil. Eva would not let her go. She strained
her tongue out as far as she could. She delved it into Weena's
juicy channel. She licked the soft inner surface, tasting the blend
of scented water and Weena's delicious fragrance. She gulped,
drinking it in. She lifted Weena higher, delighting in her anus,
claiming satisfaction for her appetite. Her inflamed passion was
hungry and she fed it eagerly.
    Weena
squealed. Bubbles mixed with her cries. Chokes blended with her
breathless gasps. She wriggled in Eva's grip, sometimes pulling
herself away from Eva's tongue and enjoying the exposure of loss.
Sometimes she pressed hard against it and sucked it in as deep as
it would go.
    Two of the
girls draped themselves over the edge of the bath, their hands
between each other's thighs, their fingers delving into each other.
One of the girls sucked the handle of a hairbrush. She dribbled her
spit across it in strands before opening her legs and pressing it
deep into her naked crack. Another stood above her and urinated on
her face. The girl opened her mouth and drank keenly.
    Suddenly the
flaps of the tent were flung open. Calliope marched in. As soon as
she saw what was happening her face filled with fury.
    She grabbed
Weena and pulled her out of the bath. The frightened girl fell to
the ground. Her body ran with steaming water as she writhed and
clawed for something to bear against. She twisted onto her back and
dropped her legs wide open. Her slit glistened with moisture, her
anus dilated.
    Calliope
angrily took hold of one of her ankles. She dragged her roughly
across the tent. Weena's head bounced in the sand, her flowered
crown already lost, her safety now in tatters.
    'You are here
to give pleasure, not to take it!' shrieked Calliope. 'I will teach
you your place. And you will never forget the lesson!'
    Still holding
her by the ankles she hauled Weena out of the tent.
    The other
girls quickly helped Eva out of the bath. They dabbed her with
towels and fussed anxiously with her hair. They were unhappy not to
be accompanying their mistress, fearful that inadvertently they
might be doing something to inflame her anger.
    'We must
follow our mistress,' said one nervously. 'We dare not anger the
Lady Calliope more.'
    Eva followed
Calliope as she dragged Weena along the covered walkways between
the tents. Weena writhed and sobbed but Calliope took no
notice.
    Small open
stalls lined the walkways. Here soldiers were entertained by slaves
in Praxis' thrall. Some of them looked up as Calliope went past
dragging Weena. Some could not disguise their surprise at seeing
Eva, free and attended by the fussing girls. Some did not notice
anything, too involved in the entertainments laid on by Praxis, the
blind provider of all perversions.
    One burly
soldier, his waist tightly strapped by a broad leather belt, caned
a naked woman tied over a saddle. Her buttocks were striped with
red lines. Tears poured from her eyes. The man looked around as Eva
passed, but turned back straight away to the vicious thrashing.
Another, wearing a leather hood with eyeholes, had a slave tied up
in a tangle of knotted ropes. She hung on her back, suspended on
the ropes, her mouth gagged with a ball, her vagina stuffed with an
ebony cudgel. The man held a tallow candle above her breasts. No
sound came from her, but her eyes conveyed her silent screams as he
dribbled the melting wax onto her nipples. Six soldiers stood
around a naked woman. She knelt before them, a bowl in her hand as
if begging. They filled it with their copious semen and, when full,
she drank it under threats of punishment if she did not.
    Calliope
pulled Weena into a circular tent. For a few