by Nora Weaving
Kalliope sighed. “It’s a bit of a long story. I worked in a brothel in the north and a soldier found me. I grew up in that brothel, but I had only worked as a prostitute for the past two years. The owner was good to me,” she explained. “The soldier brought me here two days ago. I’m still adjusting.”
Harmena grinned conspiratorially. “Stay away from Iole,” she whispered, pointing to a haughty woman at the far end of the table. “She’s a bitch. And watch out for Leda,” she continued, nodding her head at another woman. “She sleeps with the men, but she prefers the women. She’ll try to soap you up in the baths.” Harmena gave Kalliope a pointed look. Kalliope looked at Harmena in shock.
“You have a lot to learn,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Come on! Eat your breakfast, and I’ll show you around. I promise it will be better than Melina’s tour.”
“How do you know Melina gave me a tour?”
Harmena rolled her eyes again. “I make it my business to know everything here!”
Kalliope devoured her breakfast and then hurried after Harmena. “Shouldn’t we get dressed?” she asked.
“For what? We don’t have to work for hours!”
Kalliope realized Harmena was right, and she spent the next three hours learning all the ins and outs of Hera Selene. Kalliope had to admit that Harmena’s tour was a lot more informational, not to mention more practical, than Melina’s. Kalliope learned where to find extra food, who to avoid, quiet places for reading and meeting friends, and even where to find a stash of sexual props should she so desire.
“I’m hungry again,” Harmena admitted, after she had shown Kalliope her room. It was only one room, but it was large. Harmena was able to divide the room into a sitting area and bedroom.
“Come on. Let’s go see what we can scrounge up in the kitchen.”
Ten minutes later, Kalliope and Harmena were resting against a countertop, eating two halves of crusty bread.
“You must have been something special if Orestes brought you back here,” Harmena mused.
Kalliope only shrugged. “Honestly, I’m not sure why. All I did was follow his directions.”
“That’s a pretty big deal in and of itself. Most prostitutes like to be in control. At least that’s what I’ve been told.”
“I guess. It was easy enough...and it was exciting.”
“That’s the most important thing here. Learning the lifestyle. Knowing what each man likes. The men begin to pick favorites. Some of them only see one of us, while some visit a few of us. You will have your own clients soon enough.”
Kalliope hoped so. She felt like she was so far behind everyone else.
The women finally went their separate ways, and Kalliope went back to her room to rest before she had to start working again. Kalliope felt more confident tonight, she even placed the delicate broach clip in her hair.
She was overwhelmed when she stepped into the courtyard. Though she was prepared to sing and entertain the men, there were a few who were already waiting for her service. Kalliope saw Priska watching her from the corner of the room, and she gave Kalliope a curt nod when their eyes met.
Kalliope’s first client was rather dull, and Kalliope didn’t have to do much to please him. However, Kalliope’s second client was much more interesting. He was handsome in an intense way, with dark eyes that followed Kalliope’s every move. His hair was long and slick, and Kalliope could see that he was muscular. Just as Kalliope was moving towards him, Harmena came walking by.
“Be careful of Spyro. He’s a nasty thing,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Kalliope thought nothing of her words and moved toward the man. She had dealt with more than her fair share of unpleasant men at Gaia’s. She could certainly handle her own.
“I’m Kalliope,” she breathed to the man, reaching out for his hand.
“Spyro,” he said curtly, ignoring her hand and standing. Kalliope felt his eyes rake across her body and she felt slightly uneasy. She brushed the feeling off and led him to a room at the end of the hall.
Spyro looked around the room, his eyes dark and excited. “This is an excellent room. I like the privacy.”
Kalliope wasn’t sure what his words meant. She cast her eyes downwards. “Tell me what pleases you,” she said softly.
Spyro made a sound deep in his throat and he came behind Kalliope, his breath hot on the back of her neck.
“Sweet Kalliope,” he whispered, his hands on her shoulders and moving down her bare arms. “The men could not stop raving about you last night.” He paused, cupping her sex and squeezing. Kalliope gasped. “They say your pussy is as sweet as a juicy cherry.”
He rubbed her sex harder, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. Kalliope shifted on her feet, trying to find pleasure in his rough touch.
“How long since you lost your virginity?” he asked, his voice breathy with excitement.
“Two years.”
Spyro groaned with desire. “Ohh. I bet your pussy is still tight.” He slid his hand inside her dress and moved to her sex, parting her lips with his fingers, before strumming against her clit.
Kalliope moaned softly, her head rolling onto his shoulder. There was something dangerous about Spyro, but it was part of his appeal.
“That’s right,” he murmured as he rubbed Kalliope’s clit, “Feel how good I can be to you. Feel my fingers making you moan.”
Kalliope grinded against his hand, pushing her pussy towards him, desperate for more. Spyro responded, driving her crazy, until at the last minute, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and frustrated.
He laughed cruelly. “Oh, Kalliope, you have much to learn. I don’t let my girls come that easily. And certainly not before punishments.”
Kalliope shivered slightly. The word punishment set her on edge.
“But first, you’re going to suck my cock.”
Spyros pushed her roughly to the ground and Kalliope cried out as her kneecaps hit the hard floor. Spyro pushed his cloak to one side and took his thick erection into his hands.
Kalliope made a move towards Spyro’s cock, but he grabbed her hair roughly, causing her to cry out again. Steadying Kalliope’s head with his hands, Spyro slowly eased her mouth onto his cock.
Kalliope wrapped her lips around his girth, her tongue sliding out of her mouth as it glided over his rock hard mass. Spyro groaned softly, and he worked Kalliope’s head, controlling her depth and speed. Kalliope would have preferred some control, but she knew that she was to act submissive at Hera Selene.
She flicked her tongue against his swollen head, sucking early drops of cum from him before Spyro increased the speed. He pushed her head onto him until her lips were flush against his pubic bone, his cock deep into her throat. Spyro kept her there, stroking her hair and whispering dirty phrases to her.
He then began again, moving her along his length until he grew thicker and harder. Kalliope knew he was near orgasm and moments later he rammed her head onto his cock before exploding in her mouth.
“Swallow me!” he bellowed as he poured himself down her throat.
Kalliope coughed and gasped, but Spyro held her head firm and she choked down the drops of his warm fluid. When he finally released her head, Kalliope fell back, massaging her aching jaw and wishing she had a glass of water. She had barely been able to breathe.
“Not bad, Kalliope, but I expected better,” he said softly, shaking his head with disappointment. While Kalliope had been eager to please at the start of their session, she now was anxious to end her time with Spyro. He was rough and she didn’t like his demeanor.
“I’m afraid your punishment will be more than I had planned.”
“What punishment?”
“Speak only when spoken to!” he ordered, his hand flew up making stinging contact with her cheek.
Kalliope cried out in pain, cradling her sore cheek. She backed away from Spyro. She didn’t like his methods at all.
“Oh, I’m not finished with you,” he said ominously.
“No!” she shouted.
Spyro held his hand over her mouth and Kalliope tried to scream out again.
“Kalliope, you need to learn the ways of Hera Selene. Some of us like it more rough than others. You need to learn to please your clients.”
Kalliope stopped thrashing and hung limply in Spyro’s arms. He was right, of course. Kalliope was new to this brothel and she knew that all the men preferred to dominate.
“Better. You would be wise to obey me. It will only make your punishments that much worse if you are bad.”
Spyro let go of Kalliope, and shoved her onto the bed. He yanked the belt off her waist and quickly looped it around her wrists before connecting it to a metal hook that was buried in the stone wall. Kalliope twisted anxiously. This wasn’t the same as having her hands bound. She was essentially tied to the bed.
Spyro groaned, moving behind her on the bed, and pushing her ass up high in the air. With exaggerated slowness, he pushed her gown up over her backside to expose her ass. His hands moved to her ass, squeezing gently. Kalliope remembered how Orestes had spanked her, but she had a feeling that Spyro had more devious things in mind.
Spyro buried his face in her ass, his tongue gliding between her two cheeks and gently rimming her puckered opening.
Kalliope shivered.
“When my girls are naughty, they are spanked,” he whispered against her pale backside. “Let this be a lesson for how to behave in the future.”
Kalliope heard him fumble with clothing and her mind flew to the image of the thick belt he wore around his waist. She let out a cry of protest, but it was too late. She already heard the loud whooshing of the belt and then the resonating crack as it made contact with her skin.
“Argh!” she cried in pain, reeling from the hit. It was far from pleasurable. Her skin throbbed with pain and she felt her eyes fill with tears.
Spyro grunted and hit her again, his breath coming hard, excited.
Kalliope screamed again. “Stop! Please! It’s too hard.”
“Shh,” Spyro crooned, moving beside her as he pushed his hands into her pussy. To Kalliope’s horror, she was wet. Spyro's fingers were crooking and thrusting in a way that made her chest heave with desire.
“No,” she cried quietly as she felt the pleasure wash over her.
“Yes.”
Spyro removed his hand and then moments later whipped her again.
“Stop! Please!”
Spyro's fingers were back in her pussy, pleasing and tantalizing her with their luscious strokes. Kalliope rocked on her knees, her hands fighting against her restraints. Her body was spinning in a thousand directions and her mind couldn’t keep up with the whiplash of pleasure and pain. Confusion grew as Spyro beat her again, then rubbed her in such a way that she came hard, shaking and crying out, tears flowing down her face.
Spyro continued to rub her sex even after she came, murmuring words of how much she liked it and how she couldn’t resist his wicked ways. Kalliope’s body was spent, and she felt perspiration line her skin.
“Admit it. Admit you like it.”
“No!” she cried out in anger and bewilderment. “That’s enough! Untie me!”
“Oh, you wretched girl. I’m not finished yet!” This time his voice was cold and hard, and Kalliope felt fear as Spyro moved behind her. He reared up and spanked her again, and Kalliope screamed from the pain, all pleasure gone after her orgasm.
Spyro hit her again, and then once more.
“No! No! Stop!” she shrieked.
Suddenly she heard a shout and then a scuffle. Spyro was no longer behind her.
“Haven’t you done enough, you sick bastard?” yelled an angry male voice. She heard Spyro yell at the voice and she could tell that the men were fighting.
“Get out of here, scum! And you can be sure I’ll be telling Priska about this!”
“Fuck you, Damianos. I pay good money to fuck these whores, and if I want to have a little fun with a new slut, then I will.”
Kalliope lay tied to the bed, her backside exposed and raw, sobbing.
“Shh, please don’t cry,” the comforting voice said, whom Kalliope could only assume was Damianos. He reached up to untie her arms, and as soon as Kalliope was free, she scooted upright, wincing loudly when she pulled her peplos over her backside.
She looked up at the man who had rescued her, and her heart stopped. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. His skin was rich and warm. He had incredibly full lips, and he had long wavy dark hair that fell to his shoulders. But the most striking feature was his alarmingly blue eyes. His eyes were as bright and blue as the sky and Kalliope had never seen such a shade before.
“I’m Damianos,” he said in a low voice and Kalliope could only stare at him. “Are you OK?” he asked, and Kalliope snapped out of it. She nodded shakily, but her hand instinctively went to her bottom. “May I?” Damianos asked and Kalliope hesitated, but then nodded. She rolled gently onto her stomach and she felt Damianos lift her dress up.
“That bastard,” he spat. “He’s beaten you pretty badly. I think you’re going to need to see the healer here.”
Embarrassed, Kalliope pulled her dress down and quickly jumped off the bed. Her entire backside throbbed and she knew that Damianos was right. Spyro had done more than just spank her—he had beaten her.
“Please, what is your name?” Damianos asked. Kalliope found herself tongue-tied as she tried to speak and angrily though that Damianos must think her simple.
“I’m Kalliope,” she finally choked out.
“Kalliope,” he repeated. “That’s a lovely name.”
Kalliope tried to smile but winced instead.
“Come on. Let me help you,” Damianos said gently. He took her belt from the bed and he stepped close to her. He slid his hands behind her back and wrapped the belt around her waist. It was an innocent enough gesture, but it felt painfully intimate and strangely erotic. Damianos seemed to feel it too, and his eyes bore into her own eyes as he knotted the material. “Let’s get you to the healer.”
Kalliope leaned on Damianos, and he helped her down the hallway. The hall was vacant but they could hear the sounds of sex drifting down the corridor; female voices begging for more, and male voices grunting and groaning with pleasure.
They turned down the hall towards the healer’s room.
“You’re new here,” Damianos stated, “I’ve never seen you before.”
“Last night was my first night.”
“I see,” he paused, “Didn’t anyone warn you about Spyro?”
“Yes. Someone tried to as I was taking him back to the room, but I thought they were only half-serious.”
“This is rough even for Spyro’s standards. But he takes sick pleasure in making new girls bend to his will. There hasn’t been a new woman here in nearly a year. I’m sure the men are more than eager to train a new lover.”
“So it’s true?” she couldn’t help asking. “All the men here like to dominate their women?”
Damianos studied her carefully, and Kalliope had the strange feeling that he could see right through her. “That is what Hera Selene is all about. Beautiful, submissive lovers. They are here to serve in every way possible.”
Kalliope didn’t know how to respond, so she remained silent. For the first time, she looked at what Damianos was wearing. He was dressed in fine garments, with various decorative medals for his service at war. He was clearly a man of power, and Kalliope suddenly felt self-conscious and foolish.
“I think I can take over from here,” she said quickly, as she stumbled out of his grip, “Thank you for your service.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Damianos said in a husky voice, gently pulling her back to him. “I’m making it my personal responsibility to see that you are well cared for. I’m sure it’s frightening being new here, especially when a prick like Spyro takes full advantage of your new status and hi
s position of power.” He looked over at Kalliope and winked. “And people listen to what I say,” he added with a note of arrogance.
Normally Kalliope was put off by arrogant men, but something about Damianos’ confidence only made him more attractive. Instead of putting up a fight, she leaned in to him and let him guide her to the healer’s suite.
The healer rolled her eyes when she saw Kalliope, but then suddenly straightened when she saw Damianos.
“Damianos!” she exclaimed, “What do I owe the pleasure?”
“No pleasure at all,” he said gruffly, gently pushing Kalliope forward. “I’m afraid that piece of shit Spyro has taken advantage of our new woman here.”
The healer studied Kalliope for the first time. Kalliope had felt invisible moments before, but she now had the healer’s full attention.
“I’m Aella,” she said, “Come on over here, lamb.”
Kalliope scooted over and Damianos motioned to her backside. Aella lifted up Kalliope’s dress and then gasped. She was an older woman, possibly older than Priska, and she cursed Spyro as she tended to Kalliope’s wounds. She cleaned them, and rubbed creams and ointments on her welts. She finished off with a healing oil and instructed Kalliope to come back twice a day for the next few days.
“I’m not sure if you’ll be able to work the next few days,” she sighed.
Kalliope felt her spirits plummet. She had such a wonderful first night and she had been so confident in her abilities at her new home. Now, she wondered if she could ever survive at Hera Selene.
She hated Orestes for bringing her here.
“Chin up,” Damianos whispered, gently tilting her chin.
When his finger touched her skin, sparks ignited, and Kalliope’s eyes flew open wide from the sensation. Damianos looked rattled too, and Kalliope was certain he also felt the energy between them.
Damianos offered to help her back to her room. “I’m sure you are disappointed about losing a few days pay.”
“Honestly, it’s not about that,” Kalliope admitted. “I felt so hopeful after last night and I believed that I was off to a promising start.”
“It is wonderful to have a customer on your first night. Us men here are stuck in our ways and we like the women we are accustomed to bedding.”