May 1873
The sun moved across the sky, but the man kneeling among the rocks did not feel its heat. "It must be here somewhere!" he muttered under his breath.
The excavations continued at a slow pace, and the discoverer of the ruins of the legendary city was dissatisfied and helped dig through centuries-old deposits himself, aiming to uncover not only the city but also the legendary treasure of King Priam. Finally, he gave up and went to hide in the cool shade from the heat of the sun. Suddenly, however, the world spun around him, he gasped for breath, slid to the ground, and fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.
September 1250 BC
"What are you sitting here for, hurry to the walls!" a man in full armor ran past him. He was dressed as a Trojan warrior, holding a spear in his hand and a sword swinging at his waist.
The man stood up and couldn't believe his eyes! My God! Instead of ruins, solid walls towered around him, and a crowd of warriors rushed around him, shouting. He looked at himself in amazement. He was dressed in the same clothes and armor. Where on earth did he come from? "What's wrong with you, Achilles?" He felt a slap on his shoulder. He turned and saw a bearded warrior grinning at him. "Who are you?" he asked. "And how is it possible that I understand you?" "What have you been drinking, Achilles? Are you out of your mind?" the warrior wondered. "I am Heinrich Schliemann, an archaeologist, and this is some kind of bad dream or something!" the man waved his arms excitedly. "Brother, brother. That mead has gotten to you," the man said in response to his speech.
Heinrich resigned himself. He realized that he was in ancient Troy, hundreds of years before our era, and there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm fine now... phew... brother, well, you're..." he tried to prompt the man. "Hector, of course," the man smiled. "Come on, the Greeks have attacked the walls!" and urged him to run.
The entire Trojan army was already standing on the walls. On the plain below the walls, ranks of Greek warriors swarmed like ants, pulling behind them wooden towers, battering rams, and ladders to scale the walls. A cloud of arrows flew toward them, but it did not seem to stop them. Only in the evening, after a futile attempt to breach the walls, did the attackers retreat, leaving behind piles of corpses. The defenders also suffered losses, but they were negligible. Heinrich escaped unharmed and finally concluded that a mysterious shift in time had brought him to Troy and incarnated him into the character of Achilles, a real Trojan soldier.
In the evening, a war council was held. The Trojans discussed why the Greeks had attacked them. Achilles wanted to show off and used his knowledge of Homer's Iliad. "They are here for Helen, King Menelaus wants her back." "Has a cobra bitten you, that you talk such nonsense? Who cares about some slave girl?" King Priam, a stout, stern-looking man of about fifty, exclaimed heatedly. "We received her as a gift along with others for our goods. Rather, they want to humiliate us and expand their dominions. After all, the whole of Greece is here! Spartans, Athenians, Thebans!" Achilles backed down. He understood that the entire Iliad was just a collection of myths, albeit based on reality. The result of the meeting was that the army would make a sortie from the walls early in the morning and drive the Greeks into the sea. "So now let's go have some fun, what do you say?" Hector put his arm around Achilles' shoulders and led him away through the winding streets.
Achilles had no idea where they were going until they reached a magnificent house, where a young slave opened the door and led them into a hall where a relaxed party was already in full swing. Achilles would have had no objection to this if the guests had not been exclusively men. And they were not only eating and drinking, but also engaging in intimate activities. Very intimate activities! They were kissing, hugging, and some had already merged in the closest possible contact! Achilles felt faint.
Hector was enjoying himself without restraint. He had just released his penis in front of a slave, who immediately began to suck it obediently. "Come on, Achilles, give it to him! That's how we like it," Hector waved his hand toward the slave's backside. "I'd rather have a concubine," Achilles whispered, and Hector looked surprised. "You and a woman? That's a first. You're really strange today. Go on..." And he turned the slave's back to him and thrust his hard cock into his ass with a grunt.
Achilles went outside, but didn't know where to go. He would probably hide somewhere, fall asleep, and hope to wake up back in his own world. Then he noticed a man standing in the shadows. "Don't be afraid," the stranger said in a calm voice. "I want to talk to you." The man stepped into the light. He was one of the members of the military council. "I am Agnus. I heard you at the meeting today, talking about Helen, that King Menelaus wants her back. That's an interesting idea, where did you get it?" "I once read some poems that told of the beautiful Helen who was kidnapped... and her king wanted her back. I don't know how I came up with it, it was silly," Achilles grumbled reluctantly. "Poems, you say?" asked Agnus. "Wasn't it called the Iliad?" "How do you know?" Achilles blurted out in alarm. "Because I'm the author," the man growled. "And now I know who you are. You're not from this world. Just like me. I wrote that epic, I'm Homer, not Agnus. And you're not Achilles. So who are you?"
Achilles was surprised that he was not alone in his fate, but he was completely speechless after meeting Homer. "I... I... I am Heinrich Schliemann, a German archaeologist. I fell during the excavations of Troy and woke up here. I don't understand." "I don't understand your language very well, but never mind. You are a man from the future, like me. I will give you some advice. Don't you dare use the words of my poems again! I am glad that my works have survived to your time, but not everything is true. I did not experience this time myself, and now I see everything with my own eyes. When I return, I will write it differently." "How did you get here?" Achilles wondered. "With a time machine, how else?" Agnus grinned. "How did you get here? You set the time machine in motion, hidden somewhere or in the ruins, as you said, buried. Me too. I don't even know how, but suddenly I fell and found myself here. And the time machine is here somewhere. I've been looking for it for half a year since I've been here." "We don't have a time machine either," Achilles said in surprise, "where would it come from?" "From Atlantis," replied Agnus, "they have all sorts of things like that." "Atlantis? Where is that?"
"God! You people from the future are so stupid and ignorant. You don't know Atlantis? A great land to the west beyond the Pillars of Hercules, the mountain range so named. In my time, there was no trade with Atlantis, but here their barter trade is flourishing. They give them interesting things and take mainly female slaves. They claim they don't have enough women. Olive oil, weapons, they're not interested in much else. They say they have much better things. I haven't seen them myself, but King Priam often mentions them. But my tongue hurts from talking. I'll go introduce you to the real Helen, not the one from my work. Come on!"
Soon, the men found themselves in another palace. Here, men and women swarmed about, and unrestrained revelry took place en masse, in full view of everyone else. "Come on, this isn't for us," Agnus led Achilles into another room. There were women here too, but not whole women! Their bodies were inserted into holes in the wall, with only their legs and crotches on display. The rest of their bodies were hidden from view. Some women stood or knelt with their backs to the hall, others lay on their backs with their legs half spread. "What does this mean?" Achilles asked. "These are women who want to give pleasure but don't want to be recognized, you understand?" Agnus explained. "They are mostly married, and they are the wives of patricians and senators, who knows... If you have money, you can satisfy yourself here as you please." "I... I don't have any money," stammered Achilles, looking around for his body. Agnus just chuckled. "You don't have any because I just robbed you. You have to watch your purse, we keep it here," he showed him the right place.
Suddenly, the guard and caretaker of that mysterious room appeared from somewhere and silently held out his palm. When the men paid, the caretaker nodded and waved his hand toward the women. "They're yours," he grumbled and disappeared.
Both men walked around the women, assessing their exposed charms. Suddenly, Agnus stopped, loosened his tail, lifted the reclining woman's legs, and penetrated her hard. A muffled moan came from behind the wall, and then the couple began to sigh in rhythmic fucking. "Oh... oh... oh," moaned the unknown woman. "Ugh... you... bitch... uh... uh... yeah... you're... tight," Agnus panted, thrusting hard between her spread legs. Achilles also chose one, but he intended to taste her first. He knelt between her legs, spread them, and then ran his tongue over her hairy crotch. "Aaaah!" moaned the voice, and the body rippled. As the slit opened, the woman moaned more and released her juices. She threw her body from side to side, and when he caressed her clitoris, she cried out loudly. "Yes... yes... aaaah!"
Achilles waited no longer and thrust into her violently. He slid smoothly to the bottom amid her cries of pleasure and moans, and then rhythmically thrust into her, holding her legs up by her ankles. The woman screamed with pleasure and was clearly enjoying it very much. Meanwhile, Agnus finished fucking the first woman and now penetrated the kneeling body of another woman from behind, who accompanied it with pleasurable moans. Achilles thrust a few more times and felt his semen pumping into the woman. She accompanied this with hooting sounds and twitching her body in waves of pleasure and climax.
"So which one now?" asked a sweaty Agnus, still fucking the writhing body beneath him. "I'm tired," Achilles replied. "What about Helena, wouldn't you like her?" suggested Agnus. "How... how... do I find her?" stammered Achilles, whose cock began to rise again at the thought. "Go see the manager," Agnus advised him, and without finishing, he found another woman and thrust his still erect cock into her.
"Helena, you say?" croaked the caretaker. "Of course. She's alone right now. Go on in," and he pushed him through a door. Achilles went inside. The room was simply furnished. Basically, there was only a large bed and a small table by the wall, and on it sat a remarkably beautiful black-haired woman with delicate features and a petite, slender figure. When Achilles entered, she stood up, smiled, and her white teeth shone between her lips. "I'm Helena, and you?" she said in a pleasant voice. "Achilles," he croaked, enchanted, and the girl motioned him to the bed. "Come and don't waste time."
And she led by example, loosening the clasp on her light dress and standing naked before him. She had a beautiful, symmetrical body with small, firm breasts and a dark, hairy but well-groomed crotch. "Are you a concubine?" Achilles asked, somewhat pointlessly. "What do you think?" asked Helen with a smile, stepping closer to him and helping him undress. "You are beautiful... like a princess," Achilles breathed, feeling her hand on his cock. "Maybe I was somewhere once, but now I'm only yours," she said huskily, squatting down and starting to suck him off. She licked his swollen glans, ran the tip of her tongue to the root and back again, then sucked him into her mouth, clenched her lips, and began to take him as deep into her throat as she could. Achilles just panted intoxicatedly, and it was only because he had already cum once that he was able to endure the incredible massage. After a while, Helena stopped sucking him off and lay down on her back with her legs spread. "Come inside me," she breathed, but then she gasped in surprise when, instead of his cock, he buried his face between her legs and began to lick her. Almost no one had ever done this to her, and Helena experienced incredible pleasure. She began to moan and subconsciously spread her legs wider apart. Achilles greedily licked up the juices that were released, and as she opened up more and more, he penetrated her as deeply as possible with his tongue. Then he couldn't take it anymore and replaced his tongue with his rock-hard cock. Helena just exhaled and took him all the way in, even though he painfully hit her bottom at the end. "Yes... yes... I want you... all of you... oh God... ahh," she moaned and sighed at the force and depth of Achilles' thrusts, which were now at their maximum. He roughly ravaged the womb of a beautiful woman that few men had access to. Now she writhed beneath him, moaning, sighing, and shaking in waves of pleasure. They kissed passionately, then Achilles roughly caressed her nipples between his teeth and squeezed her delightful firm breasts until Helena suddenly arched her back and in an instant Achilles found himself on his back with the girl on top of him.
Now she had his cock buried deep inside her, but she immediately began to sit up and, as she approached climax, she dug her fingers into his chest and moved only her pelvis quickly. "Ooooh... ooooh," she moaned, and then strong contractions forced Achilles to empty his balls, and his semen flowed directly into her womb. Then she collapsed next to him, and they both breathed deeply.
Then Helena jumped up. "Whenever you want, I'll be here," she said and ran away naked. Achilles realized it was over and staggered back into the room, where Agnus was roughly ravaging the crotch of who knows how many women. "So, did you have a good time, bro?" he laughed when he noticed Achilles staggering. "I'm completely exhausted, she's a wild beast," he said heavily. "Of course. These married sluts are enough for me, right, baby?" He slapped the woman on the ass and went to stick his dick into another one. "How many do you make happy?" Achilles wondered. "Sometimes twenty. You can't cum too much. Just stretch them out and move on," Agnus explained, and after a few thrusts, he moved between the legs of a corpulent woman. He spread them wide and, amid loud moans from behind the wall, fucked her with rough thrusts until he came. "Ooooh... uuuh!" came the sound from inside as the woman came and Agnus pumped his load into her.
When they left, the room was filling up with more men, so the women present certainly got their money's worth. Agnus explained to Achilles that Helena was the most luxurious and therefore the most expensive concubine there. Today he had her for free because he was the first customer. "Achilles... the original one, that is, wasn't attracted to women at all. He was only into boys. The manager was surprised to see you there with me. Next time, you'd have to pay a hefty sum. Well, at least you're a real man," he said, patting him on the back in a friendly manner. "And what kind of Helen did you put in your Iliad?" Achilles asked. "This one. But I had different information. That she was the wife of King Menelaus and not a concubine, and that she fell in love with Paris, who is completely impotent and so on. The main thing is that it sells well and is read," concluded Agnus and led Achilles to the barracks, where they lay down for a restorative sleep.
