A sudden cheer from the assembled crowd of ladies shocked me. They had observed my member rise from its recumbent position. When I knew the cause of the cheer I was embarrassed and my member became flaccid again to the sound of a groan in unison.
Unfortunately for me, the redheaded dancer and her companions had noticed my particular attention on her activities. The troupe parted to allow her to approach me directly. She danced with passion in my full view. Two of her fellow dancers swung her in the air to reveal the full glory of her lower hair. She ended the dance by running up my face and straddling my nose with her skirt spread over my nostrils. I felt the skirt billow inwards as I breathed and her perfume filled my brain. It was a delicate scent mixed with her own bodily odours. It was intoxicating and she was delighted with the effect that she had induced in me.
Two of the other dancers climbed to my cheeks and displayed their nether regions directly in front of my eyes. While I am slightly short sighted even I could not focus on their attractions at that distance. I flinched as something touched my now erect member. The dancers held their skirts out so that I could not see past them. I groaned as skin was pressed against my erection. I seemed to be sheathed, not in a vagina, for such a vagina could not exist in Lilliput, but certainly in warm naked skin.
The dancers withdrew, with the redheaded one flicking her skirt up at the rear as if to remind me of the delights hitherto revealed, to permit me to observe what was being done to my erection.
I looked down. The structure around my erection had been completed. A dozen naked women standing on the two levels of platform surrounded my penis. They had linked arms and were pressing their bodies directly on me. They started a chant, very similar to the sea shanties used by sailors, to co-ordinate their movements. They bent their knees together dragging their bodies down my erection and pressing harder inwards; then they straightened their knees and relaxed their grip. As this motion was continued I knew that their efforts would achieve their object. Whoever had devised this acrobatic activity had done it well.
Will I, nil I, sooner or later the naked ladies' exercises would produce the desired result. I would reach a climax. I looked down at the attractive ladies exerting themselves. There was a change. Another lady had climbed to the top of the scaffolding and had placed herself about an inch above the engorged tip of my penis. She was wearing a transparent hooped skirt that surrounded my tip. Underneath the skirt she was wearing heavily padded knickers that were reminiscent of the puffed breeches worn by Elizabethan gentlemen.
Later I was told that the intention had been to see whether my emission would project the lady through the air. The netting surrounding the scaffolding had been placed to catch her at the end of her flight. She had been selected for her daring and she expected to the dominion's first semen propelled aerialist.
I tried very hard to resist the ministrations of the ladies working in unison to excite me but the image of the redheaded dancer kept obtruding into my thoughts. The dancer herself continued to display her skills on my chest with abandon.
I felt that the result of their efforts would be met with success in a few seconds and all my consciousness was on the massage that I was receiving. Just before the final moment and at a point at which my member was totally beyond my control the scaffolding around my penis partially collapsed. The structure tilted sideways throwing the prospective aerialist wide. She landed safely in the netting, as did the ladies on the lee side of the structure.
My penis had been deflected from its position just at the point when the climax occurred. My emission was sprayed to the side of my body in a large arc. Unfortunately for my future, the Empress and the noblest ladies of her realm occupied the end of the arc.
If you can imagine a large bucket full of warm, strong smelling, fish-glue suddenly dashed into your face then you have some idea of what I had inflicted on the Empress. The other members of her entourage were bespattered by spray from the impact on her highness. She had been knocked off her feet and her legs were waving in the air.
If that had been the only indignity she suffered that would have been offence enough for her to have an antipathy for me. However there were far worse assaults upon the Empress.
To normal eyes spermatozoa are invisible. To Lilliputian eyes my spermatozoa were visible much as large tadpoles would be to us. So to the image of a bucket of warm fish glue you must add a host of wriggling objects like an angler's maggots.
My spermatozoa compounded their assault on the Empress with further attacks. They followed their natural inclination to seek a warm wet place and many insinuated themselves between the clothing and skin of the Empress and her ladies. She screamed in a high-pitched voice and tore off her clothing. Around her the noble ladies were also screaming and stripping with alacrity.
This nakedness was far different from that of those women who had manipulated me. The manipulators were paid professional whores contracted to perform. I doubt whether anyone except the Empress's personal maid had ever seen her wholly naked. Now she was revealed to almost the whole female population of the capital of Lilliput. Such a display could foster republican sympathies because it became apparent that underneath her finery the Empress was a woman like any other and not as well formed as some. She was plain of body compared to the whores who had been selected for their attractiveness.
The Empress was writhing convulsively as she attempted to catch and divest herself of the wriggling sperm. One intrepid spermatozoon was only caught a Lilliputian hands-breadth from the Empress's lower lips. Had he, for a spermatozoon must be a he, succeeded in his object the consequences might have been dire since the Empress was still of childbearing age and had ovulated a couple of days before Ladies' Day.
The Empress and the ladies of the court withdrew, still naked because their clothing was infested with wriggling spermatozoa, vowing revenge on the inadvertent cause of their distress. Once they were out of earshot the crowd of assembled ladies of lesser status gave me three loud huzzahs.
I was apprehensive of the result of the Empress's ordeal as was later proven in her animosity recorded in my already published account. Perhaps this additional episode will show that her enmity toward me had a greater cause than the extinguishing of the conflagration at her apartments. I had used the tool that had been the instrument of her previous indignity and reminded many of that earlier occasion.
As an anticlimax the naked whores restored their scaffolding and after a period of some hours I launched the intrepid female aerialist. By the afternoon I had recovered sufficiently for a final feu de joie in an unfettered arc of semen. Both events were appreciated by the waiting assemblage but I feared, rightly, that the occurrences of Ladies' Day would not be forgotten and that the Empress would not forgive. She did not and her displeasure was the eventual cause of my quitting her realms for Blefuscu.
End of Chapter One and Only.
Brobdingnag
Chapter One
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As this is to be published as an addendum to the work "Gulliver's Travels" I assume that the reader is aware of the circumstances that led to me being abandoned on the coast of Brobdingnag, and how I came to court with my protector Glumdalclitch. In that work I briefly mention the froward behaviour of some of the Queen's Maids of Honour. This section of the work gave occasion to some heated discussion with the printer but eventually was retained in a slightly modified form. The passage relating my time with the Queen's favourite lady had to be omitted entirely together with the circumstances which led to my protector's absence.
