Chapter 7
An unusually large spread of food was laid out on the table that night. Roast suckling pig, candied yams; it looked so good that Claudie forgot all apprehensions concerning the evenings upcoming festivities and dug in with an appetite that surprised her. The two little boys who played the flutes made certain that all the girls had plenty of wine to drink.
"To our success," said Rhea, holding up her wine glass. And everyone there echoed the toast.
"Tonight we come dressed," said Randy. "That's something anyway."
A guard walked in and calling the girls over spoke.
"I'm now going to read to you the list of names of all those invited to the gathering tonight. When your name is called you will leave at once and go to the dressing room. Alexis, Karin, Dafna, Carmen," at the last name a cry rang out and a lovely redhead burst into tears. Without pausing for breath the guard continued, "Rhea, Sandra, and, oh yes, our new addition, Claudia. You'll be Claudia tonight, and don't forget it. This is Rome."
Claudie caught up to Randy and Rhea and they entered the dressing room together. Several female slaves were there prepared to help them make ready for the evening.
"What time will it be?" Claudie whispered in Rhea's ear.
"Ten thirty. That's when the girl who works in the kitchen will meet us. I don't think the fight will begin until about eleven."
One of the women looked over at them just then and Claudie thought it would be better if she moved away. It would be too bad to blow their plan so near to completion.
Claudie picked out a dark green dress from the vast selection in the closet. She slipped it on and felt the velvety material cling to the curves in her body. It tied under the bust and her breast jutted out like two rocks in the ocean. A serving woman came over and applied a musky perfume to her neck and throat, and then carefully made up her face. She was ready.
All the girls were -lined up and ushered out. Four guards escorted them down the narrow hall, and when they reached a door one of them knocked.
"Come in, come in. We've been expecting all of you." Sang out a sweet voice which Claudie recognized as belonging to Sofia.
The guard pushed the door open and the girls were led in. Then the guards took their posts against the wall.
Claudie looked around and realized with surprise that there were at least twenty people in the room. All of them naked.
Marcellus rose and approached them.
"Join us, my dears, won't you," he invited, holding up a glass of wine. "Sofia, pour some wine for these young ladies. We must help get them into the spirit of things."
"Sit down next to me," Sofia ordered, and all the girls stepped forward and sat down on cushions at her feet. They were each given wine, and then the end of a water pipe was pushed into Claudia's hands.
"Opium, children," Sofia explained. "Very potent and very good. It's not onion dip I'll grant you but it contributes just as much to the party."
With everyone watching her Claudie knew she couldn't disobey, and she drew in a tiny breath of the sweet smoke. Immediately a rush of warmth numbed her head, and strange tingling sensations prickled on her skin. She foggily looked around her and started giggling uncontrollably at the sight of all those adult human beings awkwardly sitting their bare bottoms down on cushions. One of the men was very fat and he sort of rolled around from side to side until he got comfortable. His sacs hung sloppily down and rested on a very hairy white thigh. Claudie giggled like a little girl. Her grandpa used to look a little like that. Once she saw him in the bath tub....
Claudie was feeling very young, and very giddy. She stood up and the carefulness of a drunken businessman she stumble over to the old fat man.
"Can I sit in your lap, old man?" Claudie was giggling and she had no idea what her mouth was going to say next. "Well I'm not responsible for it," she said to herself. "It can take care of itself."
"What a lovely child you are, my dear. Sofia, you're taste is exquisite. And look she's taken to me already." The fat man was very happy and clutched Claudie about the waist. With a little pressure from his ham like hands Claudie was seated on his lap.
"What's your name," he asked as he ran his hand up and down her long silky leg.
"It's Claudia for tonight. See, I remembered."
"Very good my dear," said Sofia, with a smile of approval. "Now give grandpa over there a kiss and show him how much you like him."
Claudie gave the old man a peck on his cheek. The man put his hands on the back of her head and drew her face into his. He pried her mouth open with his tongue and explored the soft bumps of her moist inner mouth. Claudie's head swam, and the man's pointed darting tongue made her dizzy. She leaned back a little and started to sway. His hands slid to the green velvet that covered her breasts. All inhibitions gone, Claudie arched her back in response to his squeezing fingers.
The room became alive with moving bodies. Claudie could see flashes of blinding color as people walked passed her. It was magnificent to watch, and absorbed in her hallucination she no longer paid any attention to what the old man was doing. He however was not to be distracted by anything so inconsequential. He moved his hands to the tie under her bust and with a tiny tweak it was undone. Then, one by one he opened the buttons that locked her body from his view.
People were coupling up all over the room. She could see Randy riding the prick of a handsome youth who was lying back down on the floor. Her ass and tits bobbed up and down as she rose to the tip of his flaming cock and then sunk herself all the way down and covered him to the hilt. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open. A trickle of saliva was on her chin, and Claudie wondered if perhaps she wasn't an epileptic. But no. That dazed look on Randy's face was not to be mistaken for anything but an oncoming orgasm. And when Randy threw back her head and started to moan like a wounded animal Claudie was sure of it. "She must feel the way I feel," Claudie thought. Her friend's orgasm had begun to make her horny. She began to pay attention to the ministrations of her "grandpa."
The man had slipped the top part of her dress back to her shoulders, and as no bras were worn in Rome, he had an unhampered view of Claudie's two white mountains of rising flesh. His lips came down over a rosy peak and his teeth nibbled gently at the hard little stone in his mouth. He rolled the nipple easily back and forth and sucking inward he pulled half of her breast into his eager mouth.
"Mmmmmm, nice," sighed Claudie. Her body had given itself up without a fight to the sensuous delights of fucking.
The man's teeth bit harder, and a low moan of pleasure-pain escaped Claudie's moist lips. "I'll show him what it feels like to have someone biting on your nipple," she thought. Her head darted forward, and hidden by, her long curling copper hair, she grabbed his own hard nipple in her mouth and bit down hard. The man screamed with pain and surprise, and a look of horror crossed his face when he saw a thin stream of blood inching it's way down his hairy chest.
Marcellus called out from across the room, "be nice to my guests Claudia." It was obvious that he had very little sympathy with a man who couldn't defend himself from a woman.
The fat man felt humiliated. He pushed her from his lap and had her kneel at his feet. Claudie was beginning to come to herself. The dizzy swirl was clearing from her head. She hoped that the effect of the opium was also leaving her friends.
"Suck me off," said the man and pushed Claudie's head down on his dormant prick. Her dress was hanging like an unclosed bathrobe and as Claudie bent to her task the man pushed it back over her shoulders and off. It fell in graceful green folds behind her. Sofia glanced over and noticed something missing between Claudie's legs, but she didn't say anything. She decided to bide her time.
"I'm waiting," the man said, and Claudie opened her mouth to accept his small, soft prick. At first she licked it slowly around the tip, as though afraid to get started, but when a few small shivers ran up and down his organ Claudie accepted the challenge and started to run her tongue over the throbbing skin. The man's hips started to thrust forward and back. Claudie allowed him to shove his shaft deep into her mouth. He groaned and his thrusts became harder. Teasing his balls with one hand, the other hand slid down to her own hard nipples and she squeezed and rubbed it until it swelled visibly into a hard red stone. Choked moans were escaping her lips, and the man thrust harder down her moist throat as his organ grew to three times it's sleeping size.
Marcellus had slipped up behind Claudie and had grabbed her slim waist between his hands. Slowly at first, then faster and faster he rotated her hips, till all she could think about was a big cock to fill her aching cunt hole. Marcellus moved his tongue down her spine making wet circles at the base of her back just above her jutting, rotating buttocks. He ran his finger down the cleft between her cheeks and then further down until he was teasing her cunt lips with his prodding. Claudie moaned softly and sucked harder on the fat man's cock. He was almost ready to come and his frantic thrusts were making her gag.
Suddenly the old man pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbing bright red prick in his own two hands he aimed it at Claudie's round white titties and spurted his come all over her chest. He looked like a fireman handling a heavy hose. Then he grabbed Claudie's white dripping breasts in each hand and pulled her forward so that her tits were lying on top of his wet hairy thighs. Marcellus slid his head under Claudie's kneeling legs and located her clit with his tongue. He bit it gently and drove his tongue in deep into her sopping womb.
Ooooh," she moaned, hardly able to believe the pleasurable sensations tingling through her body. "Eat me in and out," she pleaded. Marcellus obliged and soon her hips were thrashing desperately trying to suck Marcellus' entire head into her empty cunt. As her spasms began he shoved his index finger up her asshole and the beautiful pain brought her to a dripping, moaning orgasm.
"I love you," she said, to no one in particular.