Chapter 9

Theseus rose and helped the blond woman to her feet. He turned to Claudie and smiled.

"You're good. You're real good," he said, and he kissed Claudie gratefully on the cheek. The three of them joined hands and walked over to a couch. They sat down, called for some wine, and watched the interesting show going on around them.

Randy and Sofia were rolling on the floor, locked in a passionate embrace. The young flute player was holding a ceramic jar of oil over their writhing bodies and was slowly pouring the slippery ointment over them. It must have felt good, because Sofia began running her hands caressingly over Randy's body. Her fingers were sliding, they couldn't stay still. They circled her tits, ran lightly over her hard oiled nipples and seemed to trickle down over her belly and into the crack between the girl's thighs. Randy was licking Sofia's neck, letting the oil run over her tongue. Then the bystanders who had earlier been drumming out their dance rhythm, joined in and eight men were soon lying on the two girls, by their side, and completely surrounding them with their eight male bodies. The girls were entirely hidden from view, and it would have been impossible to know they were there if it hadn't been for the smothered moans that occasionally emerged from the greased human mountain.

Theseus was getting excited just watching the mass of moving bodies. He held his cock loosely in his right hand and slowly rubbed it into the beginning of an erection. He beckoned to Claudie and they both slid to the floor.

"Let's get a fast one in before the time's up," he suggested. Claudie nodded her consent. She lay on her side with her back to him and he snuggled his body up against hers. Teasing himself, he slid his growing prick up and down Claudie's cleft, running the throbbing tool between her still wet cunt lips.

"Now," she murmured breathlessly. "I can't wait any longer." Theseus moved his prick into position and gently placed it at the entrance to her womb. His long hard shaft rammed it's way easily past the wet walls, and he buried it's head deep in her steaming cavern. Claudia moaned softly and pushed her ass down against his penis. The man paced himself carefully. Slowly he thrust himself in and out, building the excitement to a boiling point, then he quickened his movements and his ass joggled with a frenzy of desire as it dipped it's way faster to an orgasm. Rotating her hips wildly, Claudie knew she couldn't hold the end off for long. Spasms of delight rippled through her rounded belly, and a strangled scream rose to her lips.

"Yes, yes yes yes yes," she gasped, and the pearly juices of her come trickles past his emerged prick and covered both of their legs.

Their timing was perfect. Just as the spasms were leaving Claudie's body the man shot his burning sperm up high into her cunt. Their juices ran together deep into Claudie's body.

"Time's up," said a voice that seemed to come from directly above them. Looking up, Claudie saw Sofia's face smiling patiently down at her.

"I hate to disturb you, my dear, but I'm sure you'll find the entertainment equally stimulating." Theseus withdrew his dripping cock from Claudie's insides and politely thanked his hostess for her use.

"It's a pleasure to attend your parties, Sofia," he said. "Your slaves are always so well mannered, and this one's unusually inventive and beautiful."

"I'm so glad you're well pleased, and your taste in women is excellent, as usual. You will see for yourself a little later just how accurate your judgment was."

"Please everyone, be seated," Marcellus said. Claudie and Theseus once again joined the blond woman on the couch. "The show is about to begin."

The door opened and a file of Negro girls danced gracefully in to the music of tambourines and flutes. There were twelve of them, and they were all dressed in a drape of white mesh. The material hung over the left shoulder and covered the left breast, leaving the right one exposed. It swirled around the hips and flowed gracefully to the floor. And it was so sheer that every line, every hair, could be clearly seen.

The girls had obviously been trained in belly dancing. They drew their stomachs in till their ribs stood out and their round bellies had become hollow with the tightened muscles. Then, like a balloon, they swelled themselves out, changing the hollow into a hard round rock. Tapping their feet on the floor their hips patterned out a huge circle, their shoulders pushed back and their hair flying.

The lead girl leaped into the middle of the room and bent backwards until her hands touched the floor. Her mall hard breasts pushed their way up high into air, and the brown-pink nipples stood up against the white netted material. Another girl came forward and danced around her leader, turning and twisting her body enticingly in rhythm to the music. In her right hand she held a knife. It's blade was thin and gleaming, and it was held by an ebony handle. Never stopping the tapping of her feet or twirling of her hips she approached the lead girl, and traced the knife in a thin line across her arched belly. A thin trickle of blood bubbled up to the dark surface of the skin, and began to roll in droplets down her body. When the blood reached her dark -haired pubic mound it broke into several paths and disappeared until it forced it's way through to the lips of her pussy. The dancing girl stood still, threw back her head, and started to chant inarticulately. Then she bent down and with the tip of her pointy tongue she searched her way into the crack and carefully licked away the bloody droplets. The other ten dancers took up the chant and circled the two quiet black forms. As the rhythm quickened the bleeding girl started to grind her hips. Then she rose from her back bend and the music and dancing instantly stopped.

With huge astonished eyes Claudie watched what followed. The lead girl spread her cunt lips wide apart with one hand and holding out her long middle finger directly below her she slowly squatted down on it until it was completely buried in her black-haired mound. Then the singing began again and she forced her way up on down on her finger until a thin white ooze trickled down her legs. She pulled her streaming finger out with a pop and in a split second had grabbed the fallen knife and shoved it under her left breast. With a sound between a sob and a scream she fell to floor and died.

The eleven remaining girls picked her limp body up on their shoulders and, moving their feet in a fast joyous rhythm, worked their way to the door. Before they left they turned once to the gathering and bowed their heads. Then the door opened and they filed out, much as they had come in.

Claudie was horrified. Whatever had made the girl kill herself? It was just too terrifying to be believed, and Claudie watched silently as a guard came out with a damp cloth and cleaned up the small pool of blood in the center of the room.

"It's time for the contest," said Marcellus, his faced flushed with excitement and wine, Congratulations on the first part of the performance poured in, and the happy host beamed thanks on his friends and admirers.

"Enough, my friends," Marcellus interrupted. "Choose your partner, the slave who you find most desirable, and bring her to the center of the room. Only men may enter this contest, I'm sorry to say. You ladies want to get your finger in every pie, but just this once you'll have to be the judges and not the participants."

A dozen hands reached out to grab Claudie, but Marcellus called out, "not her, she's being saved for later," and the disappointed men looked elsewhere for suitable material.

Unable to do anything about it, Claudie watched Rhea, Randy, and every other female slave picked out and pushed forward. None of them had their lovely dresses on any longer, and Claudie thought with amazement about the powers of opium.

The guards had been running back and forth, on each trip bringing large buckets and lining them up in a row against the wall. Then the two flute boys went around to each of the contestants and handed each man a small paint brush. There were eighteen couples all told, six from among Claudie's friends and twelve from another section of the household which she hadn't even known existed.

"The rules are simple," Marcellus explained. "In the buckets -lined against the wall you will find different colored glitter. Two of the buckets contain glue. The man who best decorates his chosen partner wins her. Does everyone understand. Oh, yes, there will be a twenty minute time limit."

The men smiled, and Marcellus began the countdown. "Ready, set, ... go."

It was fascinating to watch. Tiny specks of sparkle in brilliant reds, blues, greens and golds, were coming to life as they were molded to the pale motionless forms of eighteen standing women. Some of the men were really artistic.

Claudie's eyes looked first for her friends. Rhea was easy to find as the man who had chosen her had not yet begun to design her face. The man chose his colors carefully, picking those that looked best with her auburn hair. He was attempting to design a dragon across her tits and it looked like a shimmering tattoo. Red and blue fire leaped from it's green mouth and an evil red eye was fixed into a huge gold head that covered her entire left breast. Then a long gold snake-like body wormed it's way between her titties cleft and a slimshing tail in red and gold sparkles circled her right breast. Her once pink nipples were covered in a green-blue mixture that danced in the light. It was breathtakingly beautiful and Claudie thought the man had real talent and an appreciation of the female body.

Now he was working skillfully on her hard round belly. He made a trail, four wide, of black and white dots, and let them fade into the red-brown hair covering her swelling mound. Then he took his brush, covered it with the glue, and put a thin smear on both her cunt lips. It must have been uncomfortable because Rhea wriggled.

The man yelled at her and angrily told her to stand still, then he continued to work.

He used the red sparkles to cover her moist and sticky lips, and a turquoise blue coating was placed on the visible part of her hard, slightly protruding clit. It stung, and Rhea winced. The man pinched her hard on the inside of her thigh and told her that if she moved again she'd better pray that he didn't win the contest. Rhea stood still but her eyes glistened with held back tears.

He looked back and thoughtfully surveyed his work. It was a beautiful vision. Auburn hair streaming over white neck and shoulders and flowing down into a mass of glittering colors. It looked as though the dragon was breathing his brightly colored fire directly into Rhea's armpit. Her belly looked like an intricate snakeskin. What more could be added? Something had to be done to her long smooth legs, he decided. Something involving dull colors, so that the bright red of her glistening painted pussy lips and the thin blue line of her clit would be the most noticeable part of her body.

Like an artist mixing paints, he combined blue with gray. Taking the brush he traced a new pattern on her thighs. The sticky glue clung to her soft skin, and while it didn't sting as badly as it did on her open womb, it was extremely irritating. It was so hard to stand still.

Carefully he patted down the blue-gray color until the beginning shape of an octopus head covered her right thigh, then he stretched long lines on her lift thigh, creating the impression of tentacles reaching for her cunt. A black eye on the head, and the octopus was complete. It's unblinking eye stared straight at Rhea's blue clit.

"Take a break men," Claudie heard Sofia suggest. The models for this art session relaxed their numb limbs and were given wine to drink. Everyone had a chance to survey the other's work.

Only one other girl was decorated as well as Rhea. It was Randy. Both her breasts were covered with the whitest white that Claudie had ever seen. Her nipples stood out hard in shades of pink and blue. A chain of brightly colored flowers ran from under each tit and along her side until they joined each other at the base of her spine. Then Randy turned around and Claudie saw what had been done to her cheeks. Each buttock had been painted as half a mouth. Full sensual lips done in bright green. The man who had painted her asked her to spread her cheeks. He wanted everyone to have a good chance to survey his handiwork. Somehow or other he had made her pink brown little asshole into a flaming red tongue. It was amazingly lifelike. So real that Claudie wanted to kiss it.

"My God," Claudie murmured, and in the silence of the room it sounded like a scream.

"You like it, Claudia?" Sofia asked. "Tell me, my dear, which one do you think is the best."

Without thinking Claudie answered. "It's impossible to choose between Randy and Rhea. They both look so beautiful."

"Well my dear, you've solved our problem for us. They both win. After the night's over you may take your prizes home, gentlemen."

Claudie could have cried when she realized that it had been she who had sentenced her to friends to their fate. She had picked the winner!

"We've got to escape tonight. Now we've really got to. we may never see each other again," she thought.

"Well my friends, you've been very patient and helpful. You've showed us your talents and now I think it's only fitting that you see ours." Marcellus once again addressed the crowd.

"Sofia and I have been saving a special surprise for you. Claudia over there. She's partly ruined it by removing a little something our thoughtful doctor placed inside her, but it should only make it more fun if the fit is a little tight. What do you say, dear guests? Are you down for the challenge?"

"My turn has come," Claudie thought. "What is it that they've been saving for me."

Marcellus walked up to her and said, "are you ready, pretty girl, for the experience of your sweet sheltered life?"