Miriam broke first, catching her breath as Anole’s fingers invaded her and found that ridged hard place just inside her, hooking into the pad and bringing her to the point of soaking the pallet and Anole’s fingers in a rush of orgasm. Settling her breathing a raging pulse, she kissed Anole’s throat and worked over her breasts, taking first one, then the other nipple into her mouth and manipulating each with her tongue and teeth. She travelled on, nipping skin lightly in a teasing pattern that worked towards her prize.
Anole spread her legs and lifted her hips in an upward thrust in a desperate attempt to get Miriam’s mouth to her moistened and needy sex. Miriam supported her, slipping her free hand under the girls arse and flicked her tongue tip over her engorged clit. It brought a gasp from her partner and an impossible pelvic thrust. She clamped her mouth over the girls soaking cut and sucked her clit into her mouth and drove her over the edge and an immediate orgasm that ripped through her and resulted in a gush of girl cream. Miriam licked and drank from her young partner and continued to massage the girl’s clit with her tongue while fucking her with two fingers. Anole couldn’t hold on, her second and most powerful orgasm announced its self with a gush on cum and a pelvic thrust against Miriam’s fingers. Then, little rushes, diminishing as Anole’s body and nerves settled down again.
Anole, once she had calmed, began with Miriam’s breasts, a particularly sensitive area. Sucked and kneading her flesh, teasing her nipples and tweaking them to a raging hardness. Miriam wanted her orgasm quickly though, already on a high from her success of bringing anole off. Anole went straight to sucking her clit and biting the little nub of nerve endings while finger fucking her cunt and anus simultaneously. It always brought Miriam to a shattering climax, tonight was no exception. Her breath became ragged as two fore fingers manipulated her ‘G’ spot and while a third finger entered her anus and wriggled against her tailbone. In a very short time, Miriam had to stuff her hand into her mouth to stop from screaming. She came in a golden gush that hit Anole’s hand and splashed back over her mons and stomach.
Stated, they slept in each other’s arms until the next mornings cockcrow. Life settled down and Miriam became part of the team and kept her nighttime lover. Her place kept her in the kitchens mostly, but every so often, she would have to attend the house. Inevitably, she came into contact with Antonius and inevitably; he took advantage of her and every time, they were observed by the silent witness.
A year slipped by. The kitchens had been taken over by a team of caterers. Janus was hosting a party and planned for it to be the biggest of the season. Caligula was invited and word had it that the ‘Little General’ intended to appear. It would be a great honour to Antonius, but more, Janus would step up the social ladder and had a better chance of grasping a spot in the elite ranks. If she could ensconce her self in those vaulted climes, her marriage to Antonius would be less of a need. It wouldn’t matter if he suddenly died. It was quite fashionable to eliminate ones husband in those circles and install a team of lovers.
The slaves had a hot bath. Under the watchful eye of Ptolemy, they visited the public aquadome and bathed in the luxuriously heated water. Janus had instructed that they were to serve the food clothed only in a small piece of leather that just covered their genitals, all held together with a bead of cowrie shells on string. They were to be bathed and oiled with scented essences from India. She wanted the party to be just right and had planned for weeks. It wouldn’t hurt if a show of wealth was put on and having oiled, semi-naked slaves was just one of the details.
The walled garden was set out with cushions and low tables arranged in a circle. Everyone was to be able to see each other and watch the various entertainments. An awning was erected to shade the guests from the sun. It gave an amber hue to the revellers and successfully muted the harsh light.
The food was extravagant. Fruit sat in flat trays and was eaten between courses. Platter after platter was brought in by the salves, each more exuberant than the last. Swan stuffed with goose, duck and quail especially imported from Gaul was the penultimate dish brought before Caligula who was the honoured guest, but the triumph was a whole water buffalo, cooked in its skin and stuffed with wild boar from the Germanics.
The guests applauded and heaped praise on Antonius. Everyone knew who organised the event, but he had provided the money. The entertainment during the feast had been provided by a group of musicians partially hidden to one side. It had been set as background accompaniment to allow the guests to talk and not have to shout, but a shrill note brought chatter to a sudden stop and announced the entertainment.
A troupe of Jugglers entered into the centre of the ring followed by exotic dancers from the Orient. Flame swallowers and dwarves cavorted and performed their feats. The audience dutifully clapped and rewarded the performers with small coins.
A tall African woman entered into the melee of performers and stood rigid and still while they danced and sang their way out of the ring. The music stopped and she stood, alone and naked in the middle. Silence and intrigue eventually ensued. She had stood without moving, without any sign of recognition to the crowd. Then, two black men brought in a huge python, laid it on the ground at her feet and retreated to the side.
A sound, just above hearing began. A humming without break for breath, gradually increased in volume and pitch. A single note that became imperceptively louder until it seemed that it came from the heart of each observer. The timbre and vibration felt like it came from the chest of each person, such was the resonance of the note coming from the African woman who still had yet to move from her statuesque pose.
Having captured her audience’s attention, she began to sway. It began with a slow hip sway that hypnotically drew the watchers eye to her hairless mound. Only her lower body moved as if she were disjointed from the belly up and knees down. Gradually, the tempo increased and her humming became higher in pitch. Somehow, she was breathing in while still making the constant hum.
The movement also captured the python’s attention. Its snout with its heat sensory pits, quested for the disturbance and source of interest. Its head rose from the coiled body and began to sway in time with her belly. To the audience, it looked as if they were dancing in a synchronised pattern. Eventually, the reptile’s snout was at waist height and swaying with the woman. It had closed the gap between them and now was flat on her skin. They danced like this for a while until, with an ear splitting scream, the woman back flipped away and the snake collapsed into a boneless heap to be carried off by the two that had brought it in.
For a few moments, the silence of the audience was complete, as if they had also been mesmerised by the woman’s dance and humming. Then they clapped as one, the spell broken. Conversations started up again. The semi-naked slaves, also spellbound by the performance, galvanised into action and replenished goblets and carried fruit to the partygoers.
Something subtle had changed though, a new sexual tension wafted on the Italian breeze. Conversations turned to more personal advertisements of willingness to mate. Caligula was famous for his carnal pursuits and deviances. It was a feature of Roman Senate life, that a party without Caligula was no party. He was the honoured guest and could, and did, fuck anyone. It seemed her cared not a whit what sex his partner was. Any, and all ages were victims of his voracious appetite.
His favourite pleasure though, was to watch others at his direction. Mother and Son, Father and Daughter or same sex incest were his favourites. Most of the Senate and Nobility had become wise to his predilections and managed to ship their children to someplace else just in case.
Janus knew how these things went and had prepared for it. Her next entertainers were heralded as exotic dancers, a thinly disguised misnomer for group sex. The dancers entered into the ring, naked except for some diaphanous material that only served to heighten interest in their lithe and supply bodies. The music started slowly, producing handclaps in time, but gradually increased in tempo until the eight bodies writhed in a frenzy of oiled and naked sex. Two women of the troupe each had a partner, while the other four men joined in a line, connected to one an other by their cocks in each others arses, forming a human chain.
Caligula loved the spectacle and clapped his appreciation of Janus’s efforts. The dancers either feigned or achieved orgasm and filled out of the ring, their ears ringing with the clapping and shouts of appreciation. A woman came on with a panther on a leash. Her performance was mildly sexual and served to cool the tension of the audience. Janus had thought that the partygoers needed to be cooled before leaving for their homes. She had anticipated that they would be more than ready at this point, but she miscalculated the excesses these Romans could go to. “Antonius. What else have you to tempt us with my friend?” Caligula’s voice cut through the chilled night air like a knife through his heart. “Well Caesar, the entertainments have all been the design of Janus. I had no part in the planning so I am just as eager as you to see what is next.
Janus stared at Antonius, a look of pure hate and then malice. How could he have dropped her into the public gaze of Caligula? Did he want to humiliate her so badly in front of Caesar and the collective nobility? But, then, an idea hit her with such clarity, that she wondered how she hadn’t thought of it before.
“My Caesar.” She began while performing her act of submission with her hand over her heart and a bow from the waist. My Noble Husband seems to have an insatiable lust for sexual entertainments, indeed, when he is not in my bed, he often takes pleasure in our slaves. His likes seem to run to a certain Jewish girl we have. Think not though, that it is from any lack of willingness on my part, Oh no, just that he likes, shall we say, a more demure figure.” Her eyes shone in triumph. At last she could get her own back for all the times she had silently witnessed Antonius fuck the little slaves mouth. “I am sure he would be honoured to perform his techniques for your pleasure.” Her revenge complete, she backed away from the light and left the prospect on the cooling air for consideration. “So Antonius.” Caligula turned to his host. “Where is this little Jewish treasure eh?” Antonius was mortified. He didn’t know Janus knew of his infrequent explorations of Miriam’s mouth with his prick. But, more than that, performing anything in the exalted company he was in now was far from a comfortable idea. “Ah, Caesar, she is nothing really, just a slave of no import. I can’t even remember the last time we dallied, it is a rare thing.” “Capital! Then you will enjoy the experience as we shall enjoy the show.” Caligula’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. Coldly, they sized Antonius up and found him wanting, as most of the Senate did. Too many old men, too many plots and intrigues weaved patterns in their viperous midst. He distrusted them and an opportunity like this was a rare thing indeed. Antonius was trapped and panic set in. His tremulous voice instructed someone to fetch the girl. He had no way out, but silently vowed to have Janus meet an accident.
Miriam was marched into the ring; her loincloth was pulled from her oiled and sweat covered body. Naked, she stood, head bowed in deference to her piers. She was not conscious of her nakedness. It mattered little to her, her body belonged to her and Anole, nobody and nothing could violate that secret place they shared. “Well Antonius, here is your prize, let us see ho well you perform with the Jew.” He couldn’t help the sneer in his voice. Antonius approached and instructed her to kneel. He pulled his crimson toga to one side and waited for her to begin sucking him as they normally did, but Caligula had other ideas.
“Take your clothes off Senator.” Antonius complied and shucked off his toga. The reaction was not what he had expected. Suddenly, the whole group of colleagues and friends began to laugh, pointing at his puny dick and laughing the harder as he tried to cover his embarrassment with podgy hands. Caligula eventually got his fit of giggles under control and through tears of mirth, ordered Antonius to fuck the girl. His efforts brought more hilarity and after a few attempts to raise a hard on, he fled from the courtyard, his face the same crimson as his toga.
