It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them.
Chapter Thirteen. Enid's Fantasy
Enid's morning story of the cousins deceiving their partners by swapping beds, had amused the guests, though Emma did say that it reminded her of the play by Vanbrugh, called 'The Relapse.'
'Ah, but in the play the men get their woman. In my story, the women get their man!'
'True,' Emma conceded. 'A great story, though, either way!'
The guests had been invited to dress for lunch in Eastern robes and turbans, as members of a Sultan's household. The ladies were to regard themselves as concubines in the Sultan's harem, the men as slaves or eunuchs. The dining room windows had been transformed with drapes of coloured silks festooned with heavy tassels, giving the appearance of a large tent.
The table had been removed, in its place a large board, set some eighteen inches from the floor, was covered with a golden damask cloth. Large coloured cushions were spread on the floor around the board. On it were large bowls of fruit of every kind, cold meats, salads of several descriptions spiced with herbs. Large metal finger bowls were set down the centre of the table, with silver goblets filled with wine, whilst large silver jugs full of various wines were on side tables. Places were set with plates, forks and large napkins.
Before the meal, the guests were offered glasses of a strong, sweet liqueur to freshen their appetites. It was received with smiles and appreciative murmurs. A deep reverberating gong sounded to summon the guests to take their places at the table. Julie announced that Bill was take the place of the Sultan, and sit at the head of the table.
Bill made a royal entrance followed by Emma as his Sultana, to sit on his right hand. They approached the head of the table to sit on the cushions. A signal for the guests to follow suit. Anne and Mary, dressed in long diaphanous dresses which did little to hide their heavy breasts, with belts round the waist, their hair hanging loose over their shoulders, took the parts of wine maidens, making sure that the goblets of each guest was never empty.
The wine maidens stood at wine tables set behind the Sultan, moving to the guests whose goblets required replenishing. As they leaned over to fill the goblets, their full, heavy breasts hung from their bodies, swaying tantalisingly beneath the almost transparent fabric. The rub of the silk against their nipples kept them aroused and stiff.
As the meal was coming to its end, strong Oriental coffee was handed out. Julie took Enid by the hand, helping her to her feet.
She turned to the Sultan. 'Today, O Great One, is a special surprise for your charming concubine, Enid. With your permission O Great One.' Julie bowed. 'Come with me, Enid, for you shall enjoy the excitement of your dreams.'
The giggling Enid was escorted into the lounge area where Julie had already arranged a selection of locks and chains.
'I'm to put you in chains, Enid, and return you to the Sultan as his slave. There you are to receive your reward.'
Enid's eyes lit up. 'How did you know about my fantasy, Julie?'
'Let's just say a little bird told me,' Julie replied as she fastened Enid's wrists behind her back. Leg irons were fastened round the ankles connected with a length of chain.
More chains were wound around her waist and, finally, a blindfold was placed over her face and a gag over her mouth. When the shackling was complete, Enid was escorted back into the dining room and left standing in a silence.
A voice suddenly boomed out. 'O evil one! Thou hast been discovered fornicating with the Sultan's stable-man whilst watching one of his highness' white stallions at stud. You were caught at the moment of your orgasm, even as the stable man ejaculated copiously into your willing vulva.'
There were gasps of mock despair from the guests as the charges were made. Enid recognised the voice of Jake.
'The stable man was publicly castrated this morning before being beheaded for his miserable misdeeds. It is now your turn to be punished. Your nipples will be sliced off with my scimitar and your clitoris gouged out with my dagger. Then they will be thrown to the dogs. Do you plead for mercy? Are you ready for your penance?'
Enid held her head high. 'I do! I am!' she called in a loud, clear voice. The blindfold was suddenly snatched away from her face. The room was now lit by carefully placed coloured flood-lights complemented by several s spot-lamps, two focussed on her, throwing grotesque shadows on the walls and silk drapes.
The table and the food had been removed, the Sultan reclining on a low ottoman with the Sultana at his side, her right hand delving into his silk pants, casually caressing his genitals. Squatting at his feet, legs tucked beneath them, were three maidens in silver masks, displaying naked breasts, each maiden holding a golden goblet.
At the Sultan's left shoulder stood Jake, tall and proud, naked from the waist up apart from a fancy neck-band and turban. He wore baggy silk pants fastened round the ankles with red bands, and at his waist, a thick sash from which hung a curved scimitar on his right and a fancy dagger inset with jewels on his left. His feet were bare and, in his hands he held a parchment scroll.
Glancing round, Enid saw four other warriors, similarly dressed but with open blouse-like tops tucked into the waistband. In place of scimitars they wore leather batons. On the head of each warrior was a turban and a plain white cloth mask covering the whole face with the exception of eye slits and a breathing hole. They held long whips.
