This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
Author's note: We are well on our way now in Part 2. I know some of you are eager to keep the story moving, and our publishing pace has been frantic - we've written the equivalent of two novels in the last two months. As we get closer to the holidays, the pace of publishing may slow down a bit, so please bear with us. I had considered breaking Chapter 7 up into two parts because it's the longest we've done, but I decided instead to leave it long and let you enjoy it the way I had envisioned it originally. Merry Christmas!
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I didn't think I'd ever get used to this. It was just surreal. Sex had become such a key part of my life, and I had seen and done so many kinky, outrageous, and completely mindbogglingly hot things in the last month. I didn't think I could find anything that would seem novel or new, but this?
This was nuts. It was sex and cosplay and movies, all rolled into one.
The orgy had been going on for half an hour. And when I say orgy, I mean, actual Roman orgy. Like what you expected in Caligula's day, if anybody knew what that actually looked like. Thank God there wasn't any furniture in the Watergate apartment yet other than the props the production team had assembled, because there wouldn't have been room for them. They had managed to create what looked like an authentic Roman villa's dining room out of our apartment. There were a number of green screens scattered about that I knew would have backgrounds added in post-production, but a lot of the set was actual props. It had taken the crew most of the day to put the set together.
When I saw the work the team was doing to prepare for this scene, I had gone to Nyla. I wanted in. She looked at me like I was nuts. I had just done a scene a few hours earlier with Misaki, and it hadn't been up to my standards or hers. Besides, the script was already written for this scene, and I wasn't included.
"Boy, you are a pain in my ass," she said. "But let me see what I can do." The rewrite had pushed our schedule out, and it would be very late by the time we got done, but I think the result would be worth it. I could tell, just from the work going into it, that this was going to be an epic scene. How could I not take part?
When the seven of us came into frame on the set, we were all dressed in period costumes. I was dressed as a Roman Consul from the Republican period, white toga with a deep red stripe that looked purple. Chance, Ben and Jason were my lictors, bodyguards dressed in white togas and each carrying fasces, a bundle of sticks surrounding an axe, the symbol of my Imperium. I knew from my Roman History class (I got a B+, much better than Ben who squeaked by with a C+) that I was supposed to have twelve, but this was a porno, not a documentary, and we didn't have THAT much room.
Originally, Jason was going to be some nameless Roman emperor -- probably Septimius Severus, who was from North Africa, I told her, since he'd likely be darker skinned with his Punic ancestry. She looked at me like I was insane, but I earned that B+ the hard way and I was going to use it. The scene was basically going to be just a big debauch, indicative of the start of the decline of the Empire, at least according to Gibbon. With my addition to the scene and some advice from Ben and me, we helped Ainsley and Nyla to rewrite it, changing the period, expanding the roles for Cassidy and Zoey, and I think making it even better than what she'd envisioned. Thank God the stack of costumes they'd had shipped from Hollywood -- leftovers from the last Gladiator title - included plenty of extra parts that we could piece together.
Lucy was dressed as my wife, resplendent in a stola and palla that covered her from head to toe, her red hair done in tasteful ringlets. She reminded me of Atia in that old Rome series on Netflix from when I was a kid. Chloe and Misaki were dressed as servant girls, tending to the table, which was piled high with grapes, nuts, fruit and other delicacies from the Republican period. I had to give Nyla credit -- her production assistants had scoured DC for props and had done a pretty good job. That, coupled with the green screens and all of the leftovers from Gladiator III, made for a convincing set. Two of the production assistants were costumers, who hadn't had much use so far, and they were excited to get to wrap us up and dress us after two days of bathrobes and booty shorts for costumes. The makeup and hair stylists were also happy to have something unique to do.
The premise of this scene we had rewritten was pretty simple. My wife Lucy and I were having a meal with my bodyguards in attendance. Suddenly, a flash of light -- the part Nyla liked most about the scene was getting to do special effects in post -- and there appeared Aphrodite and Aphroditus. Now, Ben and I knew there was NO way anybody watching this would understand who these two deities were, but they didn't have to. They could just enjoy the hot chicks appearing out of thin air. Cassidy was Aphrodite, completely naked, hair done in ringlets like Lucy, flowing around her like the Botticelli painting. She looked hot as hell, with all of her temporary tattoos removed. Beside her, playing Aphrodite's counterpart Aphroditus and the namesake of the Trans channel, was Zoey, dressed in female dress, which -- like the Greek statues Nyla had mentioned -- she could lift up to show her cock and balls, which she did, laughing.
The deities commanded us all to get to fucking, and that's what we did.
There were clothes piled on the floor, piled on sofas, thrown this way and that. The table had been cleared of plates and golden cups, thrown on the floor as we made room for the women. At one point all of the women except Zoey were all bent over the table, and the men were all fucking them from behind, while Zoey ordered us around.
I have to admit, it was one of the hottest things I'd done. It wasn't like the porn auditions back in the Elysium, or any of the stuff I'd done on the days leading up to Christmas in the women's and men's gyms. Those were more like a gangbang, while this was more than half a dozen bodies all touching, rubbing, sliding, sucking, licking and fucking. It was a literal feast for the eyes, and the room was filled with the sounds of fierce coupling.
