Soon after hubby and I moved to suburbia, Mary, one of our new neighbors asked me to act in a local production. I initially said no, but she said I did not actually have to speak and that it was for charity and lots of the other neighbors were getting involved and; that everyone was playing a part in the production! She guilt tripped me until I found myself reluctantly agreeing. I did not actually know what to expect exactly nor how my role was different from everyone else's until after I arrived at the theater, but I could not be the only person in the area not doing my bit for charity!
It seemed most of the neighbors including my husband were stage hands, lights, etc. Mary's eighteen year old son Mitch was sandwich boy. Her husband was acting, but as a Roman officer and so it went on. I was the only local who was in the non-speaking prisoner group, which at first I thought was a good thing and Mary told us all not to worry; all we had to do was follow the instructions the guards gave, though and then she laughed a little when she said it.
The first scene was just the guards talking and a general build up and, while watching, I turned to the guy on my right and asked if he actually knew what was expected of us prisoners or had he been roped in like me, he said, "I think they got most of us from the art group and naturist sun club out of town but we are supposed to be making a statement."
His answer left me more perplexed but not for long as seconds latter the large gates of the villa's courtyard swung open and Mary's husband, Mike (dressed as a Roman officer), started barking orders telling us to get into the court yard and line up. The set was pretty impressive and it did feel like I had stepped back in time. There were about fifteen prisoners which was all the stage could manage, about five guys and ten women randomly dispersed and of, various ages shapes and sizes. We had pretend lanterns above us and I was near one which would make me clearly visible to the audience that was not there... Yet.
"You lucky prisoners will not be dying today."
I nearly started to laugh at Mike the Roman but he gave me a stare that said I should take this seriously.
"We have work camps where you are needed, but first strip out of your clothes."
I thought I could not have heard right but the guards with swords nudged us and repeated.
"Strip"
"Everything"
And the other prisoners began to obediently do that! Now I realized why the sun club had been targeted! I looked around, but my husband just stared and nodded that I should join in. Mary's son was clearly loving watching the clothes piled up as more and more tits were put on display, while another of my neighbors was looking right at me. Then Ken, a neighbor/guard, pushed me, "Are you deaf? Strip bitch".
I started to say in a genuinely worried voice. "I don't think I'm supposed to be here."
But he laughed and the huge officer (Mike) marched towards me shouting in a fake accent, "You are on the program, your name is on my list," as he pointed at his pretend list of names. "Now strip!"
I looked around at the others and nervously began to follow the rest of the prisoners. It was like some weird out of body experience but I found myself subserviently accepting the fact I was expected to get naked and started unbuttoning my blouse as if I had no choice but to add my clothes to the pile else the snarling guards would take me out back and slaughter me. Besides, I did not want to be the only one making a fuss and to be honest even though I was shaking at removing my clothes so publicly; it was turning me on being the neighbors bitch! I could certainly feel my pussy moisten at being on public display. Once naked we all stood there below the lights with hands covering as much as possible but that was not happening.
"Put your hands down and at your sides," Mike commanded.
Again, we all complied, my big soft tits hanging on full view before my neighbors started to inspected us like cattle. They squeezed tits and made lewd comments about our cunts and they poked the guys dicks. Ken even told me to open my mouth and then shoved his finger in, finger fucking my mouth. Another pulled my nipples and Mike actually touched my clit as he walked past, lifting his fingers to his nose. I noticed a couple of the male prisoners getting aroused and wondered how an audience would react to this? Then I realized I'`d be on stage in full view and a shudder ran through me as we were told to stand with our feet apart and I felt the breeze hit my wet folds.
Roman guard Mike claimed we were, "Dirty lice ridden filth that needed washing".
We had to lift our arms as they used wet mops to wash us, tits and armpits first and then, with legs apart and hands on wall, we had to bend forward as they scrubbed between our thighs. Having your clothed neighbors looking right at your butt hole while you spread your cheeks is both humiliating and thrilling at the same time. When that mop rubbed between my legs I almost clenched my thighs to keep it there so I could ride it and I'm sure the guy wielding it knew that as he rubbed vigorously a couple of times to finish off!
Then someone shouted, "CUT!" and everyone stopped acting. Mary said, "That was great people but please don't get dressed yet as we want to do the scene again and push things a little further."
She smiled at me as she said this and I was thinking 'push things how exactly?' Mary's teenager appeared with a cup of tea and said, "Here you go, Mrs Smith."
It was another surreal moment and I noticed him looking straight at my pussy as I took the cup. For the next two minutes I stared at the naked people in the room as my various neighbors approached me and said things like, "Well done, so brave."
As I forced a smile saying, "Well, it is for charity."
Ken came over as well and said, "I hope I didn't go too far?"
"No, everything was fine," I replied though I don't know why!
He gave me a nice smile and said, "Talk about intro to the neighborhood."
Moments later there was more shouting and then we were back on stage, this time we cut straight to abuse, the prisoners were made to face the wall again and one guard (who lived five doors down) put his face next to my ear, shoved his hand between my legs and said, "You're so wet."
Another grabbed my tits from behind while thrusting his groin into my butt; and on one female they wrote "WHORE". I know I should have been outraged but to be honest I was getting more and more turned on as I realized I was not to blame for any of this. Whatever happened, it was not my fault, I was just following orders and the submissive in me was loving it!
That evening, me and hubby fucked like rabbits, with him admitting he had been shocked at first but the whole concept was turning him on so much that he had gone for a wank! As I described what he missed, he fucked me harder and when I said the guard, our neighbor five doors down, the one he plays golf with, had pushed his fingers into me, we both came hard.
The following week me and hubby turned up keen and ready to go - We had discussed and fucked over outrageous scenarios and the play was already acting as an unexpected aphrodisiac for our previously stale sex life; However the cast were down beat because five of the women and three of the men had not returned. We now had just seven prisoners and the guy who had started to get hard said he was worried about getting a full erection on stage and could he be a guard instead? Not wanting to lose anyone else, hubby reluctantly agreed to replace him as a prisoner to help 'save the show' in Mary's words. Either way, I was soon back facing a wall and totally naked on stage butt stuck out and with my freshly trimmed pussy dripping in anticipation. The new guard, John, wasted no time in abusing his position and, very quickly, we all realized that the Roman skirts the guys were now wearing did not hide hard cocks. Hubby was standing next to me and had a clear view of this mans hands squeezing his wife's tits. Hubbie's nakedness did nothing to hide the fact that it was turning him on! Meanwhile my guard's cock had slid straight between my legs and along my slit, not into me but he was sawing it back and forth and, if I tilted my hips, he would be up me. Just then a woman at the other end squealed...
"CUT CUT CUT!" It was Mary.
"We will have no actors left at his rate guys."
There was laughter, some of it nervous, as one of the women walked off.
Mary continued, "We need to find a solution.Yes, you are supposed to be mean guards but it's not a porn show!"
And so we all went home wondering where it would go from here? Later in the week we found out as Mike and Mary invited us over to theirs. When we arrived, some of the other neighbors joined us, all the guards, a lights guy and the script guy. We were given wine and then all sat round the kitchen table. The script guy said, "We need the male slaves to look like slaves, naked and vulnerable they wouldn't have hard cocks."
We all laughed, solution? Grinning he held up a leather chastity belt.
"This will keep wayward dicks in line, try it on for a screen test," and he passed it to my husband, who looked at the group then at the belt and then back at the group.