Chapter 7. Preparations for the party
"I can't wear this!"
"It's that or nothing at all Mary Jane," Prude countered, "We could bring you in
naked as a new slave with just the collar round you neck. We could stage a mass
rape scene. That would fit in with the Roman theme."
"But it shows all my ..... to everyone." The short cotton tunic did indeed leave
her breasts bare and most of her still colourful bum exposed.
"Bra's and knickers weren't invented then and as a Roman slave girl you have to
be ready to service the soldiers. I won't be wearing much more and Mike won't
have any underwear under his toga. All the other slave girls will be dressed
like you."
"Please, Prude, can't I just be left out of this. I could stay in a room out of
the way."
"No." Michael cut in firmly. "You will take part. It may be the only chance
you'll have in your life to find if you like this kind of thing. If afterwards
you really hated it, then I will never bring you to another, least not while you
are my housekeeper."
"Your love bloody slave!" Spat out Mary.
Exasperated Michael just replied, "Whatever, Mary Jane, whatever." Both he and
Prude started dressing in their costumes. As Prude had stated, their costumes,
although covering more than Mary's were still very revealing. Prude's thin top
covered her breasts but her dark nipples showed clearly through the material and
her short skirt hardly covered her pubic mound. Michael's toga was just long
enough to conceal his cock when soft but was split up the centre so it poked
through if he became the least bit hard as it did when Prude put her arms around
his neck and rubbed her body against him.
Around seven o'clock guests started to arrive and were greeted by Roderick,
formally dressed in his butler's uniform. All were properly dressed and each
carried a small overnight bag. Roderick led them through to the lounge where
Prude and Michael welcomed them and then asked Sarah to show them to the
cloakroom that also served as a changing room where Mary was stationed. It was
her job to assist the guests, male and female to change into costumes and to
place their dress attire in wardrobe bags and hang them on clothes racks. Prude
had told her. "You won't have to do anything except help them undress and put on
their tunics and stuff. They may want to try and cop a feel or kiss you and
that's allowed but none are to spank or go any further than feel and kiss. You
will see everyone naked but don't worry about it. Ignore any erections the men
get. Just treat it as an everyday happening, like a nurse in a hospital. All the
guests except one of the women have been to these parties before and know the
rules. When some of the other slave girls arrive they may be ordered by their
owners or volunteer to assist you."
The first to arrive were an elegant couple in their thirties. "This is Claudia
and I'm Nero," the man introduced them, "And you are?"
"Petronella Sir," Mary replied as she had been instructed. Petronella had been
chosen for her as she seemed petrified and that wasn't far off the truth.
However, the couple were pleasant enough and made small conversation while they
removed their outdoor coats and handed them to Mary for hanging in a numbered
plastic garments bag. Claudia had Mary unzip her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra
and neither of them had underwear. When both were completely undressed Mary hung
the clothes bag on a rail and wrote the numbers with a felt tip marker on the
man and woman's bum cheeks. Mary noticed Claudia's mound, like Prude's was
completely shaven. She found suitable sized costumes and helped them dress.
Nero's cock had the start of an erection but Mary tried not to notice when it
protruded through his toga. It worked until she had to kneel in front of him to
wind the leather laces of his sandals around his calves. It was then right in
her face.
"Kiss it Petronella." The order came out of the blue and she didn't respond
immediately. "Your new girl. We are allowed to fondle and kiss the slaves here.
There is no restriction as to where. And in return servants or slaves have to
kiss us. All guests expect that service and the kisses are always open mouthed."
"You mean I have to..."
"You have to open your mouth, take the end of his cock in and give it just a
little suck come kiss. No making a meal of it." Claudia explained. "You will
have to do the same to me and we will return the favour." Shyly Mary did as she
was ordered and had to bend over while the couple kissed her arse and cunt.
Another couple arrived and Claudia and Nero left but not before fondling and
squeezing Mary's tits.
"Not too much there yet," Nero remarked to the new couple, "Perhaps after
they've felt the lash they'll swell up a bit." Mary's heart sank. Michael had
promised she wouldn't be beaten but did that apply to her breasts? Tears sprang
from her eyes yet again.
"You're certainly acting the part of a slave well," commented the new man as he
handed her his coat.
"I just wish it was just acting," muttered Mary much to the astonishment of the
woman. She thought everyone at these parties was a willing participant.
"I'm Veronicus," she introduced herself and added, "I'm here as a slave too."
Like most of the guests she'd romanised her actual name. Mary looked at the
girl. She was much younger than her male partner, probably early twenties and a
little on the plump side. Whereas Claudia had a tunic like Prude, Veronicus had
her ample breasts on full display and like Mary, had a collar round her neck but
hers was red. When it came to the kiss of welcome she bent down from the waste
like Mary had to earlier and pulled her bum cheeks apart. Mary gasped when she
saw the faint remains of red strips across her buttocks. "This is the proper way
for a slave to make herself available for kissing and probably for fucking later
on," she explained. "Do you wish me to stay and help her Master?" she enquired
turning to her companion.
"Yes, you had better. She seems a little confused about it all. Remember
Veronica - Veronicus, although you are a red collar that doesn't mean you can
let anyone do more that feel and kiss till later." He left them alone together.
Veronicus gave Mary a hug. "I'm not going to ask how or why you are here but if
I can help you, just ask. Your arse shows you've been punished recently so you
must know how slaves are treated."
"I wasn't willing." Mary started sobbing again. "I just want to get away." They
were alone for a few minutes.
"Sorry Petronella, I can't help you with that but I will do what I can to see
you don't have any further punishment. One thing to remember is to go with the
flow. If you are told to do something, even if you find it abhorrent, do it
otherwise you will be punished and made to do it anyway."
"Why do you come to these orgies?" Mary asked.
Mainly because I like being fucked by a variety of men and a certain amount of
pain is a great stimulus for me. It turns me on. Jeffricus, is my boss and we
often make out at work. We have a sort of master and slave relationship there,
rather than boss and secretary, and I get punished for mistakes and also I have
to entertain important clients. Again that gives variety to my sex life."
Three men entered together although they seemed to have arrived separately. Two
sported full erections when they were undressed and Mary wondered if it was her
or more probably Veronicus who had stimulated them. She was more than a little
reluctant to do the kissing routine in case they spurted their seed on her.
Veronicus had no such qualms and seemed eager to have a quick suck. Knowing she
had no real choice, Mary did the same but her kiss was brief. At a suggestion of
Peterious the men had both girls bend down side by side for their kiss. It
wasn't a problem until the last man whose name Mary forgot, put his finger up
her cunt. She jumped up as though bitten much to the laughter of the three men.
"I was only feeling," the man said, "And by God you did feel tight! I'll look
forward to opening you later." Mary started shaking and didn't calm down until
Veronicus had given her a gentle hug.
In the space of the next quarter of an hour, several more couples and single men
came in together and the two slaves were fully occupied with undressing them,
filing away their clothes and finding costumes and sandals to have much time for
conversations. After the rush in came an elderly couple who seemed to be
constantly bickering. "I hope you enjoy this John," the woman spoke testily, "I
still think it would have been better to have gone to my parents for Christmas
and not to this orgy of Prude's. And that bitch Bella better be in a good mood
or your arse will be mincemeat when we get home." Mary was dressing the woman,
Melious, and noticed her red collar had painted white in the centre, rather like
a priest's. On enquiring why the white Melious, grimaced, "It was that bastard's
idea. When I wanted to go away home for the Christmas and he refused because he
wanted to get his cock into some young cunts, I kicked him in the balls so he
changed it so Bella would be allowed to have her way with me. I got my own back
though and had him made a red collar slave which means his cock and balls are
bound with brass rings and he gets to be whipped too." Mary saw that this was
true. His scrotum above his testicles were pinched with brass bands and his
penis encased with five brass rings linked with narrow straps. Even half hard,
as he was now, the rings cut into the flesh. "Probably get his arse fucked as
well. That will be nice for you John, won't it?" Melious went on.
Last to arrive was Bella and her slave. It seemed the dislike between her and
Mary was instant. Bella had her eyebrows and nose pierced and her short bleached
hair gave her the appearance of a pugilist. Taking the slave girl's long fur
coat, which was her only piece of clothing, Mary went to hung it in a bag as she
had everyone else's and went to write the number. "She doesn't get a number! She
has no clothes of her own. It's my coat. It goes in my bag. Snotface is mine.
She does nothing unless I say so. Isn't that so Snotface?" The slave just
lowered her eyes and murmured "Yes, Mistress."
"I hope I don't get as cowed as that," thought Mary but then she noticed the
faint welts that seemed to cover the girl's body back and front. Most looked old
but six fresh stripes stood out across her backside. "Oh you poor thing," Mary
involuntarily burst out.
"She's not a poor thing, you stupid cunt." Bella exploded, "She's only a slave.
She should have done as she was told. I just hope I get a chance to warm that
skinny body of yours a little before the night's out. Gold collar or no gold
collar." With that Bella hooked a multi-stranded whip into her belt and walked
out followed a pace behind by her slave.
Sarah popped in to say everyone was here and they should take their places in
the dining room. The long table was set but there seemed no special places
except that Prude and Michael were at the head as Centurion and Wife and
alongside them Claudia and her partner, who wasn't the man she'd come with,
acted the part of a high ranking Roman officer. Mary knew there were twenty-four
guests because she had numbered their bums plus her and Michael and Prude. Two
'soldiers' one of whom she recognised as Jeffricus, picked Mary up, carried her
to the table and sat either side of her. Other female slaves were being likewise
taken which still left a number of the men without women and these seemed to
congregate at the far end of the table. Among these she noticed John, the male
slave looking most unhappy.
"I can't remember your name," the soldier on her left started the conversation,
"I'm Nigelum."
"Petronella."
"Greeting Petronella. It's nice to see a pair of nice young firm tits for a
change. Too often the ones on show are beginning to sag." Blushing furiously,
Mary tried to move away but just in time she remembered Claudia's advice and
stared unseeingly ahead.
"Yes, they are nice," Jeffricus agreed as he hefted her right breast and gently
squeezed the underside. Nigelum followed suit with the other.
"Please don't," Mary pleaded quietly, "It's so embarrassing in front of all
these people." It was then that she noticed most of the other ladies had their
tits moving by unseen hands from under their bodices. There seemed to be a rule
that everything was okay provided it didn't happen in the open above the table.
Mary's embarrassment was further compounded when two different hands prised her
thighs apart and began fingering her cunt, fingers that knew what they were
doing and were quickly arousing her. It was nearly too much for Mary. Tears came
to her eyes and she started shaking again. She looked around to see if there was
anyway to escape but there was none. Her eyes caught Michael's and his stare was
enough to keep her looking almost straight ahead, heedless of what was going on
around her.
All this ceased when the food was brought in. Sarah had managed to get two local
girls to help and they were dressed in proper maid's uniforms, albeit rather
shorter than was normal. Both girls had been briefed as to what to expect but
even so their eyes boggled at the sight of people around the table. A sharp word
from Sarah and they got on with the serving, trying to pretend nothing was
abnormal. Both managed to endure the obligatory touching and bum pinching with
good humour. All through the meal, Mary tried to think of ways to escape. She
didn't want to be beaten. She didn't want to be raped. "All this because of my
bloody mother and sodding Michael," she muttered to herself. A half formed plan
entered her head.
At the end of the meal, after the brandy had been served, Prude stood and
greeted all her guests and explained the few ground rules for the play time. She
went on, "When we adjourn to the main hall where the equipment for the evening
is set out, we shall go back in time some two thousand years. The illustrious
centurion Michaelvellius has returned to his wife after a successful campaign
and has invited some of his soldiers to sample the slaves they have captured.
The soldiers are free to sample any and all of the slaves, if they have enough
stamina." There was some laughter at this statement. "None of the slaves are
allowed to refuse. Any lack of cooperation or insubordination will be punished
by hand spanking, the strap or the cane. Any soldier may do this to any slave
with a red collar. In addition we have Bella here who has a perchance to inflict
more severe punishments. She is here in the capacity of disciplinary officer but
unless requested by the slave's owner, must not discipline any slave other than
her own or Melious whose owner has already given that consent. One other
exception is Petronella, who is the centurion's personal slave, may only be
punished by himself. However she is available for sampling by all the soldiers.
It is wise for all the slaves to remember that refusal to perform any duty
requested will result in as much punishment as is necessary until they perform
it."
