Polly and her friends, having gratified the cruel whims of their masters following an erotic dance by a naked couple, prepare to have a late feast before retiring to bed.
Chapter sixteen
Having rather tender behinds, it was suggested by Neleus that they removed their clothes to eat their meal. This was accepted, and the four couples sitting naked on the soft cushions round the low table to eat the from the many dishes. Discussion centred on the role of men and women in society, Polly insisting that men's main purpose was to fertilize the egg of the female.
'I think we may have a difference of opinion about the respective roles of the sexes,' Neleus confessed. 'But that need not spoil the enjoyment of our evening.'
'Surely not. For we women posses what you men most desire. The secret of life lies deep within us. It is the secret of existence itself. We are happy to allow those we trust and admire to penetrate that secret, to experience the delight of our private paradise. But it is a journey man must make through the devotion to female sexuality. Without it there is no joy!
'You men may shout and be aggressive, but the more subtle women know how to tease you. Think of Lysistrata! She brought an end to men's wars by persuading her women to deny their husbands their connubial beds. I admit it was as difficult for some of the more randy married women as for the men, but, there, it worked!'
'Nonsense! Pure theory! A dramatist's invention!'
'Male chauvinism!' They looked each other in the eye with a certain respect and amusement.
'We women can easily hold our own where wit and strategy is concerned. Men's only weapon is their strength. Beneath the lash of a whip in a woman's hand, they become powerless.'
'Nonsense!' cried Nestor. 'Look! I challenge you to a match! Six of your top troopers to six men of my choosing. Muscle power forbidden. Whips and armour allowed!'
'Done! The contest to be fought in the arena. The first combatant in each pair to touch the ground with any part of their arms is the loser. There must be no further combat. The winner will give the loser eight whacks before ravishing them publicly.'
'Agreed! In the event of a draw, you, Commander, will fight the final bout with my Chief.'
'But my argument is already won, for see! You gentlemen are already sporting stiff erections again. And so soon after the punishment.'
'Ah! But with such beauty to stimulate our fantasies, what man could fail but show his appreciation in the best possible manner.'
'Well, I am sure we ladies are more than willing to allow you to worship at the altar of Aphrodite once again. You must admit that the temptation is too strong to resist. You are all anxious to penetrate the secret of our womanhood once more. And your weapons are a good selection. Saturn, in particular sports a massive idol.'
'But first, the sweet course!' Nestor clapped his hands. The waitress had brought a selection of fruits and sweets, with cream.
The woman dancer re-appeared from the conservatory. moving to the rhythm of the band. Her thighs swayed provocatively as she stepped onto the now almost empty table. She held up before her a small bunch of grapes taken from the fruit dish. The music changed to a low roll of the side drum. Pulling one grape from the branch, she pushed it between her thighs, inserting it between her own grape-like vulva lips. This was followed by a second, then a third. The men watched in astonished amusement as the belly dancer inserted eight large black grapes into her vulva.
The women were equally engrossed by the act. The dancer stood up on the table, legs apart, beckoning to the first man - Menelaus - to bring his mouth to her open thighs. He did! A grape emerged from between her lips to drop into his mouth.
There was much laughter and applause at this. The dancer then invited Saturn to do the same. Sure enough another grape was deposited into his mouth. So with Nestor and, finally, Neleus. As everyone laughed with appreciation, the dancer expelled the remaining four grapes, one by one, onto the table to great applause and a crescendo from the drummer. The grapes were picked up by the men and eaten with relish!
The male dancer now came to join his partner. On the table was a plate of large eclairs. Taking one in his hand, he wrapped it around his shaft, and offered it to Polly for her to bite. With the encouragement of the others, she managed to open her mouth sufficiently far to take in the first two or three centimetres, biting off the eclair, whilst sucking the knob end it encased. She licked the chocolate from her lips with a smile as he moved to Lucy, sliding the eclair forward. She had difficulty in getting her lips over the end of it and, amidst laughter from the rest, resorted to nibbling round it.
This was repeated with Helen and Anne who finished off the rest of the eclair, leaving his shaft smeared with cream. As Anne took the last morsel, the band played a victorious chord as the couple bowed and went off.
Lucy stood in the centre of the table. 'Menelaus has decided to have strawberries and cream a la Lucy.' She lay on her back in the middle of the table, doubled her legs back so that her genitals were facing upwards, her glorious cheeks alluring. Taking a strawberry from the dish, she delicately popped it between the lips of her vulva, pushing it well inside the vagina.
'How many would you like, sir?' she asked, pushing more strawberries into the gash. 'Help yourself to cream.'