Once everyone was close to being done eating their Iphegnia appetiser, members of Melanie’s team went around with rubbish bags to collect the used plates. Agamemnon knelt with his head bowed on one side of the altar while the priest stood looking upwards, his arms raised to the heavens, on the other and the two handmaidens knelt at either end, their heads bowed in supplication like their master. The whole scene and all the performers who had been part of it sank down into the floor which closed over them, leaving an open and empty arena once more. Nep was about to ask what was going to happen next but then a deep and resonant voice began to boom through the speakers around the theatre.

“And so, his sacrifice being pleasing to Hera and to her husband and their court, Agamemnon and his fleet did set sail for Troy.” The voice was familiar, like it was somebody he knew from TV, and Nep wondered whether it was a pre-recorded track or there was someone down below reading out the narration in real time. Either was, he wondered also whether it really was a performance by someone famous that Melanie’s company had been able to arrange or whether it was just a man with a similar voice imitating the better-known actor. “The journey was long and arduous,” the voice continued in a sonorous rumble, “but in time they reached their destination and did lay siege to the city. But,” the narration continued, “the walls of Troy were impregnable, its soldiers who defended them mighty, and although they could not be defeated, Agamemnon’s army could gain no advantage over them either. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years,” the unseen narrator reported gravely as the whole audience, Nep included, listened in enraptured silence, “and the goddesses who watched over the Greeks and over the people of Troy wept at the loss of life and resolved to beseech Zeus to bring about a speedy conclusion. Yet each wished for their chosen people to prevail.”

Two smaller circular trap-doors opened in the floor and a cloud of smoke, illuminated very brightly from below, erupted from each of them. The light made them almost too bright to look at, which was the idea, and as the light disappeared and the smoke began to dissipate, two figures were revealed. Two girls, both around fifteen or sixteen years old, now stood before the throne. Both incredibly beautiful, one on the left from Nep’s perspective was black with her hair in micro-braids but tied up elegantly under a golden tiara. He sheer toga was a rich purple and she wore gold jewellery like Rowan’s. The other girl had golden-blonde hair which was partially tied back and partially allowed to hang in ringlets either side of her face and onto her shoulders, and a honey tone to her skin hinting at perhaps some mixed heritage in her ancestry. Her toga was green to match her eyes. Like Rowan, both girls had one breast exposed. In the case of the girl in purple it was her right and for the girl in green her left.

“Why have you come before us?” Rowan, in her role as Hera, asked imperiously.

“I, Artemis, have come to petition the Mighty Zeus on behalf of the people of Troy!” the black girl declared.

“And I, Athena, seek your favour, oh Mighty Zeus, for the Greeks.”

“And what will you offer me in return for my favour?” Nep asked, taking in the sight of the scantily-clad teens and trying not to think too much about what he knew must be to come later, wanting to savour the whole experience and enjoy every moment building up to the inevitable climax.

“I present to you the Three Graces.” Athena declared, gesturing with her hand to the middle of the performance area where, with an explosion of smoke and sparks like those from fireworks, three girls of thirteen or fourteen had appeared, each dressed in simple togas the same colour as Athena’s own but without the golden embellishments. The girls, who posed together in a classical formation, all wore their hair up in the style common in statues from the time and were clearly very athletic although of different body types, one tall and willowy, the shortest on the plump side and one in between. The two goddesses stepped aside and stood either side of the steps up to the throne to watch with the audience as music began to play through the speakers and the girls broke formation and began to dance.

From the beginning the dance was sensuous, but a little more than half a minute in, they all took hold of each other’s togas, which were effectively long scarves like Rowan’s, and spun away from each other, unwrapping their otherwise naked bodies in the process. Now things were very interesting and Nep leant forward to watch, laying one arm across his lap to dry to disguise the tent beneath his toga and wondering why it has seemed to important to the catering team that he not wear underwear beneath. All the audience, boys, girls, parents and teachers alike were also leaning forward to watch the dance, whether admiring the artistry as the girls incorporated the scarves into their dance to beautiful effect, their lovely naked bodies or a mixture of both. Eventually the music ended and the girls gave low curtseys towards the couple of their thrones then surrounded their mistress like a bodyguard as she stepped forward to address Nep.

“Did their dance please you, oh Mighty Zeus?” she asked.

“Most definitely!” Nep declared, in character and liking the way the microphones picked up, deepened and amplified his voice as it echoed around the theatre in a most god-like way. “I shall look with favour upon the Greeks!”

“But, oh Mighty Zeus,” Artemis stepped forward, “allow me first to offer my tribute!” As Athena and her three naked dancers stepped back respectfully, there was another bright flash, this time accompanied by purple smoke, and two girls, completely nude aside from their golden jewellery including thin, decorative chains around their waists which only served to emphasise their nakedness, appeared at the foot of the steps where Agamemnon had knelt to make the offering of his daughter’s blood. Now Nep’s eyes really did threaten to pop out of his head!

Seeing Rowan in her state of semi-undress, followed by Iphegnia then the Three Graces entirely nude, had been an exciting enough experience but he did not know those girls any other way. Looking at them was effectively like seeing nudity in a movie, beautiful and arousing but without any feeling of particular intimacy or personal investment. The two naked girls grinning up at him from the foot of the steps, however, were girls he knew very well.

At first he was surprised that he had not noticed their absence from among the rest of the class but he had been too caught up in the excitement of the day to pay close attention to the classmates who made up his court. Stood side by side and giggling as they looked up to his throne were Suzi, a red-head who, as one of the oldest in his class, was also quietly famous for having the biggest tits although such things were, of course, relative and at twelve years old, they were the approximate size and shape of a big lemon cut in half. Her wavy hair was tied back in a loose ponytail with a golden serpent wrapped around it. Beside her stood Gemma, an eleven year old brunette with a mostly flat chest but a rump that more than made up for it and a toned, sporty figure. Both girls were in great shape but meaty in all the right places and Nep was sure that he was not the only one who had imagined them naked in the past. Now, there they were, their lovely young bodies completely exposed, oiled up so that they glistened in the sunlight, offered to him as an incentive from a goddess!

When they heard about the event, Suzi and Gemma had contacted Melanie asking to be a part of the show, and to be on the menu of course. As such, they were the only two cast members not to be recruited from Rowan’s club. When asked what part they wanted to play in the performance, they had admitted that they were not great dancers but both were confident that they had other skills which would not leave the guest of honour disappointed. It had been hard work keeping the plan secret from even their closest friends in the class and, to avoid tipping off the teachers, they had both been signed up for the visit but had their parents call them in sick that morning and drop them at the theatre before slipping in among the rest of the adult audience where nobody questioned their presence.

Holding hands, they carefully climbed the steps and knelt down in front of Nep then, grinning and giggling, began to caress his mostly-bare legs, reaching slowly up under his toga and helping him realise why it had seemed to important to the team that he not wear underwear! Given their high location and the steep angle they watched from, the other classmates down below and the parents, teachers and others who accompanied them could not see anything that might make Nep embarrassed to look them in the eye on Monday but instead watched the writhing, glistening bodies of his two eager young class-mates as they lifted the bottom of his toga and folded it back, revealing his throbbing erection and pulled-tight ball sack beneath. After a little more teasing with their hands and gently licking and kissing his inner thighs, they both began to lick the rock-hard shaft then Suzie focussed her attention on the head while Gemma caressed his balls before swapping.

Unable to quite believe what was happening to him, Nep gripped the arms of his throne and closed his eyes, leaning his head back, while the young caterer playing his wife watched indulgently. Nobody other than himself had touched his willy at all since he was a baby, now two of the most beautiful girls in his class were kneeling naked in front of him, licking and sucking on it. Gemma had her lips around the head now while Suzi licked hungrily at the shaft. Unable to contain himself any longer, Nep felt his hot, sticky load shoot out, half into Gemma’s mouth and half splashing onto her cheek. Wasting no time, Suzi licked the thick, white goo from the other girl’s face before they shared a deep kiss then worked together to lick Nep clean. When they were done, they decorously pulled his toga back down over his wilting boyhood, stood and curtseyed to him then held hands once more as they made their way back down the steps.

“Did they please you, oh Mighty Zeus?” Artemis stepped forward and asked.

“Oh yes, greatly so!” Nep nodded solemnly, stroking his beard, finding himself oddly at home in the role of Chief of the gods and arbiter of the fate of civilisations. “I shall allow Troy to repel the latest attack by the Greeks!” The two naked girls stood either side of their goddess mistress and slipped their arms through hers, leaning their heads against their arms and grinning in a satisfied way, feeling justly proud of a job well done.

“Your decisions are most wise and righteous, Mighty Zeus,” Athena approached the steps once more, giving a humble curtsey, “but I beseech you that the Greeks may yet ultimately prevail! As Agamemnon offered the flesh of his daughter, I offer to you the flesh of my handmaidens in return for your favour upon his army.”

There was a low rumbling sound and, not in the middle of the stage as might have been expected, but to one side the floor opened up and a white, marble-effect drum-shaped object, decorated with carved or moulded scenes of the Greeks besieging Troy, began to rise up, not surrounded by smoke this time but with dry ice creeping ominously around its edges, spreading out across the stage, concealing the feet and ankles of the performers at ground level until the object finished its journey and the supply was cut, allowing thick mist to dissipate. Nep quickly realised that what he had first assumed to be some kind of plinth was actually a pot, filled two thirds of the way up with water. Two tall, strong-looking caterers in their simple uniform togas took up position beside the pot, from the bottom of which an orange glow emitted, suggesting some kind of electric heating element incorporated into its design.

Once again, rhythmic music began to play and the Three Graces, still completely naked from their previous performance, began to dance sensuously around the performance area before one at a time approaching the pot and allowing themselves to be gracefully lifted in, with a form that could only be described as balletic, by one of the two men. Once all three were in, they continued to dance in a circle until the music came to an end and they relaxed, settling themselves down in the gently steaming water to cook. Caterers of both sexes then approached with platters of chopped vegetables, bowls of herbs and large, ornamental jugs of wine and stock which they added to the pot.

“A wonderful gift indeed!” Nep nodded, knowing that it would still be some time before the girls were ready to eat.

“Perhaps, my husband,” Rowan turned to him, stroking his cheek with one hand while continuing to affectionately pet her slave-girl with the other, “we can plant an idea in the mind of Agamemnon’s greatest general, Odysseus, which will allow them a decisive victory against the Trojans?”

“Ah yes!” Nep agreed. “Let them make it seem as if, tired of the long stalemate, he and his fleet have left to return home, leaving behind a gift of peace, a giant effigy of a horse in tribute to Artemis. Yet let a small cohort of men be concealed within it so that when the Trojans bring it inside the city, they may emerge under cover of night and open the city gates, allowing the rest of the army to enter!”

“Zeus was true to his word!” the booming narrator voice resonated around the theatre. “Guided by the inspiration planted within him, Odysseus did have his men dismantle three of their ships and build from the wood a horse of enormous proportions within which he and forty of his finest men could be concealed. When darkness fell, the fleet sailed out of sight and Odysseus and his men did enter the horse. When the sun rose, the Trojans awoke to find the besieging forces gone and, in their place, a spectacular wooden horse left close to the city gate. Some wanted nothing to do with it and called for it to be burned where it stood but others declared that to reject a gift offered in good faith would be the provoke the displeasure of the gods against them. And so, were the gates of Troy opened and the horse wheeled inside, displayed before the Temple or Artemis as a trophy of their victory over Agamemnon’s Greek forces. When night fell,” the voice continued in an ominous tone, “while the people of Troy slept, Odysseus and his men did emerge from the horse, slaughtered the unsuspecting guards and opened the gates allowing Agamemnon’s forces, who had returned under cover of darkness, to enter and lay waist to the city.”

“Mighty Zeus,” Artemis stepped forward once more with Nep’s two naked, giggling class-mates still hanging on her arms, “it is right that you rewarded my sister’s gift with a victory for her people over mine, but I ask now that you accept my gift and allow my people to push back against the invaders.” Nep leant forward, intrigued to see what was going to happen next. The prospect of having the two girls from his class cooked for him was probably the most exciting thing to have happened during the afternoon so far and he was very intrigued to see what method would be used. He tried to imagine but it was fair to say he was not expecting the answer!

The high platform on which he, Rowan and the red-haired slave sat, he and his beautiful goddess wife enthroned and the slave girl at her feet, began to vibrate then the steps cracked open in the middle. Nep gripped the arms of the throne tightly and Rowan put a comforting hand on his as the two side of the steps opened up like barn doors and another cloud of brightly back-lit smoke billowed forth. Nep, along with the rest of the audience and everyone else who was not part of the production team looked in wonder as a wooden-looking statue of a rearing horse, nearly three times the size of a real one, was pushed out by a team of costumed caterers and turned sideways, presented in profile before the throne, before the steps closed behind it and the vibration ceased.

“Permit me, if you will, oh Mighty Zeus, to make the agent of their destruction also responsible for their redemption!” Artemis had her handmaidens stand either side of the horse, so that at least one of them could be seen by the whole audience, and members of the catering team came forward to divest them of their jewellery, leaving them completely and utterly naked. Other members of the team then brought scissors with which they cut off the girls’ pretty hair, as close to the scalp as possible. Nep was rock-hard once more as he watched the preparations, two of the most popular girls in his class submitting themselves willingly, eagerly even, to this humiliation to please and provide a tasty meal for him. He knew that it would not be gesture he would ever forget, even if he lived to be two hundred years old! Once their hair was cropped, bowls of hot water were brought out and smaller bowls of soap lather which was smeared over the scalps of the giggling girls before they were shaved smooth with gold-bladed razors and a layer of oil was smeared over them to match the rest of their delicious young bodies. Artemis then had the two walk in opposite directions around the horse twice to show themselves off to those who would be sharing in the feast of their meat then meet together in front of the steps. Encouraged by her mistress, the young teen slave girl now put her head under Nep’s toga and began to pleasure him with her tongue as the scene continued to unfold before them.

A large panel on the side of the horse, from its flank to its shoulder, lifted up with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a chamber inside equipped with a variety of tight-looking shackles. One of the male caterers wheeled out a platform with steps to allow access to the higher part then lifted Suzi over his shoulder, just as Agamemnon had done earlier with Iphegnia’s carcass. The difference being that Suzi was, for the moment at least, very much still alive! Once atop the platform, the caterer swung her down to hold her in her arms while she lay limp and compliant. He then carefully placed her on her back in the upper part of the horse so that her back arched backwards, pushing her sweet little tits that were the envy of many of the girls in her class, and the fantasy of many of the boys, upwards. For the moment, her feet were resting on a small platform to enable her to stay in place. Having been adjusted before the show with the girls’ full cooperation, the shackles were of already in the right place and the caterer locked the first around Suzi’s neck then, as she stretched her arms up into the horse’s neck, the second one around her wrists. Finally he locked a third around her ankles and, now that she shackles would hold her firmly in position, pulled the wood-patterned metal platform which had previously supported her weight out from its pegs.

The second part of the horse, where Gemma would cook, was at a more accessible height but the caterer still picked her up, this time laying her on the platform where, with careful guidance and her full cooperation, her bend her legs up behind her head so that her rump and plump pre-teen fillet were presented facing upwards then secured her ankles behind her shaved head with a metallic golden rope. With her so bound, he then lifted her and sat her in the bowl-shaped lower section of the horse, as if cradled in its pelvis. He then lifted her arms and locked them in place with the single shackle that served that area and she rested in place with the soles of Suzi’s feet centimetres from resting on her buttocks.

The caterers and Artemis then stood back and held out their arms towards the bound girls as if presenting them to Zeus for approval. Nep gave as deep nod and a team of six men, four pulling ropes from the front and two pushing from behind, took the horse on a circuit of the arena so that the whole audience could have the opportunity to admire the girls inside then it was brought to a stop to the left of the thrones, roughly parallel to the pot in which the Three Graces were still very much alive, relaxing with blissful expressions on their faces as if enjoying a hot-tub, their teen breasts lightly cresting the surface, while the stew in which they were the main ingredients slowly heated up around them. A lever was pulled and the raised side of the horse slowly hissed closed, the magnetic seal engaging and triggering the internal heating elements which would now begin to roast the shackled girls inside.

“A worthy tribute indeed!” Nep nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully again and finding that it was a mannerism he really enjoyed, resolving to start growing a real one of his own as soon as he was physically capable. “Yet so far your offerings have remained equal. How are we to determine who is worthy of the ultimate victory?”

“Well, my husband,” Rowan turned to him, stroking his thigh with one hand and his cheek with the other while her slave still happily put her very skilled tongue to good use, “I think there can be only one way to determine such an outcome!” She kissed him rather passionately on the lips then stood to address the other goddesses. “My daughters. My sisters. My fellow goddesses. It is required now that you offer yourselves that we may feast upon you! Who so ever we deem the most delicious is the one to whom we shall grant the victory!”

“If that is your wish.” Artemis nodded.

“Is this what you desire also, Mighty Zeus?” Athena asked.

“It is!” Nep confirmed. “Whichever of you has the taste which pleases me most, that is the one to whom I shall grant my ultimate favour!” The slave girl had finished her work now and reclined in front of both of them, Nep following Rowan’s lead and petting her pretty hair absent-mindedly as he looked down at the two teen goddesses.

“Very well, my Lord.” Athena answered and both girls bowed low then approached each other, sharing a deep and passionate kiss before slowly beginning to remove the golden jewellery from each other’s bodies. A pair of young women from the catering team stepped forward with trays to collect the discarded pieces before the goddesses unclasped each others togas and pirouetted away from each other holding onto the ends as the Three Graces had done during their dance, leaving them both completely naked. They they walked back towards each other, folding the long strips of sheer fabric as they went before handing the bundles to the caterers and embracing once more then sharing a final kiss, suggesting that in real life they might have been more than simply fellow members of the same theatre group, then stepping back and submitting themselves, now completely bare apart from the ornamentation that remained in their hair, to the team of caterers who quickly surrounded them.


To be continued...