Chapter 03
The sex party
Working hard all day had the advantage of distracting Melanie from what might happen to her this evening. With the two silent women, Sophia and Sapphire, a banquet was being prepared which meant visitors to the mansion were expected.
Who they were and what was expected of her was still a mystery for they were forbidden to talk and so was she. They both wore just a short see-through shift and she had become used to wearing the same, but to be on display to complete strangers was more than a little daunting.
Being drugged continued the confusion so she continued to believe Roberta had sent her there to play out a fantasy game. Melanie was determined to see it through. All she had been told was to obey and that she did easily as all they were doing was preparing diner for visitors. Was that when she would be expected to play some naughty game to earn her place here? It frightened her, yet excited too.
At last the buffet was set with an ornate display, enough to feed an army. A lobster with an array of seafood was laid out under magnificent candelabra as the centrepiece.
Exotic fruit carved into animal shapes, sliced meats, everything was there in plenty. The guests arrived without the expected change of clothing so she stood quietly trying to be unobtrusive, ready to serve from the buffet. The two women led men into the room, each one of them dressed in a Roman toga.
Melanie found the men's companions fascinating. The women were dressed in risqué Roman fantasy costumes. That wasn't all. They either stood beside their seated gentlemen or kneeled at their feet. A young woman on hands and knees seemed to be fitted with a tray on her back, for her to be a piece of furniture.
This was crazy, fascinating and exciting. This was one place a naked woman could avoid attention. Anyone could see her body clearly through the costume and so she had to remember not to get carried away in this intense atmosphere for they would be able to tell at a glance she was excited.
Melanie felt as though she were being ignored yet despite earlier misgivings wanted to be a part of this bizarre gathering. They must be regulars she thought, though they didn't look like husbands and wives or even regular couples.
"Let me show you off, Ruby," Bernard said, taking hold of her arm. With little choice she was marched across the room to a large rotund man hiding a chair under a fulsome toga. "This is my latest acquisition, he boasted. I've named her Ruby. She isn't trained, as you can see but has potential, I think."
"Very nice, I'm sure. You should teach her how to greet her betters at least." The fat man sneered. "You could give her to me for the evening, I'll teach her for you."
Bernard frowned and cut him short with a wave of his hand. Embarrassed at the way she had stared at the man, he led her out the room where he found Sophia. "Teach her to greet the guests properly then bring her back. She can join in the entertainment. Be quick."
Sophia didn't say a word. She stood with head bowed until Melanie took the hint. With a foot she separated Melanie's feet splaying them outward. Could she stand displaying herself like that in a room full of strangers? The room wasn't dimly lit; everything would be clearly on display through the filmy material.
Led back into the room she stood slightly behind Bernard head bowed, as he toured the room conversing with guests. When introduced she would open her legs and clumsily curtsy. This wasn't exciting at all, it was embarrassing and demeaning.
She felt like a little devil being naughty among her elders, showing off for attention. These strangers were examining her body comparing her breasts with those of a companion. The shape and colour of her shaved vagina was even commented upon, as though she were a mere possession, a mare purchased for breeding stock.
As much as the humiliation hurt there didn't seem a way out of this sordid game. She didn't know where she was and had no clothes or money to find a way home. 'If Roberta had been able to stand it then so can I,' she told herself.
As the evening wore on she calmed down enough to find it disturbingly attractive. At least no one had touched her although there had been someone she wouldn't have made a complaint against if he had.
What a strange way to meet someone. He was strong and handsome, a man with arms she could sink into and feel protected and loved. As though she were dressed in a ball gown or her little black dress sipping cocktails, she imagined them chatting together, getting to know each other.
Instead she was almost naked acting as his servant, helping him with a plate of food. Dutifully following him back to his seat, he indicated casually where she should place the dish.
She laid it carefully on the tray set into the outfit of a woman beside him, still patiently waiting on hands and knees. Forgetting herself she stood and stared in curiosity at this human piece of furniture.
"You will be in trouble Ruby if your master catches you. The big man is taking an interest in you and that means trouble. Sit down here by me until he finds something else to complain about. You don't want to be given to him for the night do you?" He chided her.
Melanie blushed that he had remembered her given name: no one here used a real name. It felt humiliating to be asked if she wanted to be given to some stranger. Eager to lose the fat man's attention she did as he told her.
Squatting before him she almost rested her chin on his knee. It seemed so easy to become close here, to become carried away with the sexual charge atmosphere. So much sexual tension was in the air, it crackled, standing the fine hairs of her arms on end.
She squatted at his feet gazing up at him, content to listen to his deep strong voice while he exchanged gossip with others. Inside she seemed to be reduced to a lovesick puppy wanting him to protect her. If he took a fancy to her could she complete her fantasy weekend with him? Her nipples were standing out proud and she dare not think about what was happening between her legs.
A man marched into the large ballroom wearing a full Roman centurion's uniform and the room took notice, it fell silent with expectation.
Twisting round to view the entertainment she leant against his knee. The six-foot tall athletic man made some announcement about returning from war with Caesar against the Gaul's; capturing slaves.
As he toured the banqueting hall recounting vulgar adventures with foreign slave women he elicited cheers and laughter. She watched the conquering hero lift his tunic to reveal a huge erect penis, which bobbed as he walked, accompanied by appreciative course comments and applause.
Closing in on the circle of chairs he stopped at each of the women offering his penis. 'He must be a porn star hired for the night's entertainment.' She thought. With everyone encouraging him with ribald remarks the male guests had little choice but order their women to pay homage.
Melanie watched mesmerised as each in turn kissed the tip of the glistening member. One poor woman, obviously enjoying the evening too much, sucked at it. Accompanied by raucous laughter the master pulled her away by the hair.
As the Centurion approached Melanie turned away wanting no part of this sordid game. She looked up at the man she was falling for knowing it was an infatuation, or a concentration of lust yet unable to prevent it.
Her senses had been assaulted by so much sexual play and powerful fantasy she was ready to fall for anyone. At that moment she needed someone to protect her. If she had to pay a price for this lavish game she would be pleased if this handsome man collected it.
The Centurion was close for she heard his sandals creaking. In the midst of rising off the floor she felt his large hands grasp her hips. As though once more gripped in bondage she was immobile bent forward. A sense of humiliation washed over on hearing the disgusting ribald remarks leaving her swooning.
She knew what was happening but time stood still freezing her reactions. The horrid shouts receded into the distance as though nothing existed except the lips of her pussy when she felt its touch.
"No!" She wanted to shout but the shock had constricted and silenced her throat. That monster cock was too big it belonged in a porn film not inside her. "Not here, not now, never!" She needed to shout but couldn't.
She felt it large and powerful as it pressed at her lips and with that same forward movement pierced her without a regard for what she wanted. There had been no resistance. In one thrust it buried itself deep filling her up, demanding room, reaching further than anything before it. Pushing at the entrance to her womb it seemed to be demanding everything she had. With an extra thrust it stretched her limits further, forcing her legs outward to make room for the monster.
Stretching her neck up gulping air she caught sight of the handsome stranger watching her. Her hands were on his knees with her open gasping mouth inches from his penis. For a moment a cloud of shame racked her mind.
She had wanted this man to take an interest in her. She had wanted to get to know him, perhaps even play a game with him. He was watching her having her brains fucked out by an uninvited stranger. The humiliation and all thought was as suddenly swept away by an orgasm.
He watched that too. As she came round the applause had died down and looking to her right she watched women, one after the other, cleaning the Centurions dripping cock with their tongues. How could she even look at her handsome stranger after this?
Walking away was no easy task with her weak legs splayed out; she would have to lean on him to straighten up. Somehow it didn't matter about the others in the banqueting hall; just this one man had made personal contact with her. She couldn't just shrug off the squalid act as though she had deserted her wonderful stranger on a dance floor, returning with some excuse about it being a cousin she had danced with.
Unable to stand she crawled round the edge of the room and out. In a rest room she washed and tended the slight make up she wore. It was too soon for tears but she was sure they would flood later.
