Copyright (c) 2017,   madvlad.  ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, April 03, 2017

This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and 
may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites.  Mr Double 
may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.


A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: deadlyga.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com

story_codes: MMM+/ggb(7-10), oral, anal, first, rape, cons

story_intro: At the height of glory of ancient Rome can the height of violence and debauchery as entertainment. This included the young street urchins who sold their bodies in the dark recesses of the entertainment venues.


story_language: English




Deadly Games

Written by madvlad

	It was a mark whose origin its owner, Turia, could not explain. For the majority of her seven years, Turia had always had it - a small, scimitar-shaped scar that curled around the outside of her right eye, almost perfectly tracing the orbital socket until it simply stopped a few millimeters underneath.

	All that Turia's mother had ever said about it was that the girl was lucky to have her eye.  What Turia would learn was that this one little blemish would indeed coincide with fickle fortunes over which she, like any mortal, had no control.

	Turia's mother worked hard, doing things that the girl didn't understand when she saw them. Often, her mother was gone all night, staggering back in the morning sore and often drunk. Turia knew how to be quiet and stay out of the way and became masterful at doing so while her mother slept off the previous night's exertions.

	Sometimes, her mother brought a man into the one-room hovel in the tenement where they lived. Again, Turia knew how to remain unseen and unheard as she watched the business carried out. These were strange things and with so much variation. The most puzzling thing was when the man's thing was hard and he pushed it between her mother's legs. Examining the modest slit that she possessed, Turia could not imagine how such a thing got in there. And then where would it go?

	One morning, Turia's mother did not return. While uncommon, it wasn't the first time. It meant that Turia would be hungry today since her mother wouldn't give old Helvia downstairs a few coppers to fetch some bread and perhaps a scrap or two of other food.

	On the second day, the landlord showed up instead, telling Turia to get out.

	"Your whoring mother spread herself for the wrong man," he said, scratching himself idly. "Was found with her belly slit from cunt to throat like a gutted fish. In fact, it was out into the Tiber for her after they found her. So you go on, now. There's others who will pay for the room. And I'm keeping anything up there that's worth keeping as I'm owed for back rent."

	"Hey, the girl's mother was paid up in full to the end of the week," Helvia protested. "And anything up there belongs to the kid."

	The landlord turned on the old crone, wincing but not lashing out at her for reasons known only to him and her.

	"I'm owed what's left for, er, the trouble," he said and then whirled back on Turia. "Go on, now. Get!"

	Helvia called out something to Turia but the girl ran off sobbing. Her mother, dead? Where was she to go? And who would look after her? If her mother was sometimes gruff or short-tempered, she was still her mother and everything that home was to her.

	Turia staggered in a daze, the familiar streets and residents of the Aventine now all completely alien to her.

	"Watch it, you!"

	Turia stopped before she nearly ran into the older girl. The girl was wearing a belted tunic that clung to her hips and showed two small bumps that marked the beginnings of her maturity. Sneering, the girl walked off in a huff, clutching a fresh apple.

	Turia stood dumbly as she watched the girl and the fruit. Her hunger, borne of a day and a half without eating, at focused her to the here-and-now for the first time since the landlords' news in the morning. Now the shadows were long in the afternoon - longer still with autumn approaching.

	Taking stock of her surroundings, Turia found herself standing next to a large theater where violent spectacles and less violent entertainment were held. The crowds were leaving and several other children were loitering after stepping out of the nearby gate.

	"Never mind Prisca," another girl, perhaps a year younger than the first, said to Turia. "She thinks her cunny is the star of the show even if dozens of gladiators get killed. Are you looking for work here?"

	"Huh?"

	The girl jerked her thumb back to the massive structure.

	"You know, providing the side entertainment? The games are the best because that's when the crowd gets worked up the most. They come out to the alcoves for a woman or man, girl or boy, to get their heat out."

	Turia slowly nodded, still not sure but remembering her mother talking to others about working the games. More violence meant more business, or so her mother explained.

	"Well, the emperor is doing it again tomorrow, so be here in the morning. I can help you get in since you must be new."

	Turia nodded again. The girl cocked her head, looking quizzically at her.

	"Are you ill?"

	"My mother's dead," Turia said tearfully. "And I don't know what to do now."

	The cluster of children looked at one another. None of them had parents so they saw nothing unusual about this newcomer's circumstance. Still, she needed a little help and they had all learned out to watch out for each other.

	"Here," a dark-haired boy about the friendly girl's age said as he tore off a chunk of the coarse bread he was holding.

	"And this is for all of us," the girl said as she held up a small wine skin in one hand and patted her crotch with the other. "I just got this from Josephus the vendor in the usual trade. Nicon just doesn't have what it takes."

	The others laughed and the dark-haired boy simply shrugged before taking a sip of wine. The girl patted Turia on the shoulder.

	"I'm Verina. You can stay with me tonight."

	"Thank you. Where do you live?"

	"In only the finest part of the Palatine, of course," she said in a mock accent of the upper class that lived in luxury atop the central of Rome's seven hills. "But in this season, I prefer the leisure of the net warehouses gracing the perfumed shores of the Tiber."

	"Oh yes," said another girl, sniffing with refinement

	"Of course," agreed Nicon with an elaborate gesture

	Those and other like comments were echoed by the other kids who usually found shelter in doorways or by sneaking into places with loose planks in the walls. With nowhere else to go, Turia allowed herself to be led to her new home for the night.

	"Good news," Nicon said to Verina the following morning as the child prostitutes gathered at the theater. "Severus is working the north gate."

	"Severus is alright," Verina explained to Turia as the urchins moved toward that end of the theater. "He used to be a soldier before he got hurt somewhere in Gaul."

	"Transalpine Gaul," Nicon corrected.

	"Whatever," Verina muttered with a roll of her eyes.

	Nicon grinned when he caught her reaction and she responded with a poke in his ribs. The other kids laughed and nearby merchants kept closer eyes on their wares as the horde of pint-sized rabble passed by.

	"Anyway," Verina continued. "He lets us in with no problems - sometimes wants to get off in one of us but he's quick about it and doesn't get rough."

	"Well, well," said the burly man at the gate as he eyed the children. "We must have midget gladiators on the bill for today's games."

	Severus was rewarded with a chorus of groans from the oft-repeated joke - one of his favorites. Taking no offense, he put his hands on his hips and looked over the small mob awaiting entrance. Turia noticed that his right hand was not quite right - part of it was missing along with one, no, two fingers - the ring and pinky -  on the outside.

	"I need to bust a nut," he said casually as he quickly scanned them before his eyes quickly settled on Turia. "I see we have a newcomer. Don't worry - I'll go easy on you since you're small enough to be a tight fit."

	"Tight fit?" Turia asked Verina.

	The older girl gave her a curious look.

	"You know, in here."

	When Turia saw Verina tap her crotch, she paled immediately. The man wanted to put his big thing in her little place!

	"What's the matter?" Verina asked. "Severus is average-sized. You can take him with a bit of care."

	When Turia didn't reply except to turn even paler, Verina cocked her head.

	"You have done it before, haven't you?"

	Turia shook her head, afraid she was about to lose her new friends.

	"Can you at least suck a dick?"

	Turia had seen her mother doing that. It didn't seem too difficult so she nodded. Turning to Severus, Verina spoke aloud.

	"She's quite good at sucking but not experienced, um, down there, yet."

	Turia's white complexion turned to red when the other kids tittered. But Severus nodded understandingly, giving Turia an easy grin.

	"Fair enough," he replied.

	"Can you stay with me? Turia asked, grasping Verina by the arm as the children streamed through the gate."

	"Do you mind an audience?" Verina saucily asked Severus. "I hope you won't have problems getting it up that way."

	The ex-legionary laughed at the preteen hooker's cheekiness.

	"Watch closely, Verina. "Maybe she'll teach you a few things."

	When the man's erection was exposed in front of her, Turia tilted her head back as she took in the thing with huge eyes. Remembering how her mother had done such things, she grasped the base with both hands, opened her mouth, and slid it over the helmet-shaped head. She relaxed a little, finding the strange flesh warm and clean in her mouth. No, it wasn't scary at all.

	Quickly, she pushed her mouth onto Severus' member. Unable to gauge how much to take, she started to gag in her hasty movement. When she pulled her mouth off to cough, Severus laughed instead of being angry.

	"You're a hungry little one!" he chuckled. "Didn't Verina steal any breakfast for you this morning?"

	"I'm sorry," Turia replied in a small voice.

	"That's alright. Just take what you can and try not to swallow it all in one gulp."

	Carefully, Turia took his glans into her mouth this time. Clamping her lips around his shaft, she moved forward slowly. Letting him fill her small oral cavity, she learned just how much she could safely fit. She also noticed how Severus murmured when her tongue made contact with his penis.

	The little girl developed a careful rhythm, moving her mouth back and forth on the man's cock while swabbing it with her tiny tongue. Severus put one hand on her head, caressing her soft brown hair but letting her control her pace as she sucked him off. When her first customer ejaculated in her mouth, though, Turia froze as the hot, salty liquid spurted.

	Panicked, she looked at the man before sweeping her eyes toward Verina. The older girl made an exaggerated swallowing motion and Turia understood. In two gulps, she had Severus' sperm warming her belly.

	Content, Severus looked down at the wide-eyed child who still had nearly half of his dick anchored in her mouth.

	"That was fun," he said mildly. "But you can let go now."

	Turia opened her mouth and released him while Severus and Verina shared a look.

	"Tell me, girl," Severus asked softly. "Was this the first time you've pleasured a man?"

	"Yes," Turia admitted, ashamed of her novice state.

	"Well, you're off to a good start," he replied. "In fact, you're first time should get you something even if I was charging admission."

	He dug into the small pouch on his belt and handed the freshly minted oral prostitute a small copper coin. Turia accepted it, gaping at her new treasure while Severus winked at Verina before hurrying back to his post. The two girls walked together down the corridor, eventually finding an alcove under some stairs where Verina said they could ply their trade.

	At the first break in the theater's entertainment, Turia's professional education begun. Verina made it clear to customers that her younger partner was only available in her mouth. All the same, Turia remained busy there and more than one man was pleased to see such a little one swallowing his issue after sucking and licking so well.

	Verina offered herself in two ways, lifting her dress to show her smooth crotch when passersby looked in her direction. Some men pressed the ten year-old's back against the wall, hunching upward into her tight orifice before spewing hotly inside of her. Others took her from behind, having the girl lean forward against the wall while they pumped their wads into her immature pussy.

	In the moments she was free to watch, Turia was amazed at how Verina's hairless lips expanded to allow a hard prick into the place where only her modest cleft had been a moment before. When they were inside of her, the men's cocks became shiny and wet and Turia wondered how that could happen inside that mysterious hole.

	As the week passed, she learned other things. Blasius was a man to avoid. He was responsible for managing the games and he was known to freely help himself to the young girls who worked in the dim recesses of the theater halls. And he was none to gentle about it, either.

	"No such thing as raping a whore, is there?" he sneered one afternoon while ramming his prick into the straining, bald twat of a red-faced nine year-old girl as Turia shivered in horror.

	One day, Turia found herself near Nicon and learned that boys were also skilled with their mouths. Other times, Nicon would lift his tunic to show his hairless cock to customers. A few men and even a woman slurped hungrily at the ten year-old's little prick while they masturbated themselves to climax.

	Turia was puzzled when Nicon leaned against the wall, presenting his small rear end to one man. He didn't have the right equipment between his legs for that. But then she saw where the man went and stood in shock as the entire length of the hard-on sank between the soft pillows of the boy's ass.

	It was near the end of the day when another man took him that way. But this man was more heavily hung and even the experienced boy whore was pleading for his customer to go easy as he was buggered. The man was having none of it, slamming his member into the child, making Nicon grimace and sweat as his fingers dug into the stone of the wall.

	With a loud grunt, the man came, injecting his semen into the boy's aching rectum. Nicon collapsed to the floor as the white slime escaped his wounded bottom. Tossing a couple of pieces of copper near Nicon, the man walked away without a word.

	Turia knelt next to Nicon, collecting his pay and handing the coins to him. After sitting up, he winced.

	"I'm done for the day," he croaked. "That bastard nearly tore me in two."

	Turia went to a vendor and purchased some bread and fruit with her earnings before returning to Nicon. Wordlessly, she handed him one of the apples and tore the small loaf in two to share. When Verina arrived, she was proud to see her little apprentice was fitting in so well.

	The following day, Turia found herself alone with an older man wearing a richly embroidered toga who wanted to lift her dress. She shook her head, insisting on only using her mouth. Hearing the shakiness in her voice, the man squatted in front of her with some difficulty and gently stroked her cheek.

	"I have too many years to manage the stiffness to get in you there," he explained. "I'm not even sure if I can rise to take advantage of that sweet young mouth of yours. But I would dearly love to simply touch you there."

	Feeling reassured by the man's kind manner, Turia raised the hem of her dress to reveal her hairless cunny to him. The man breathed slowly as he extended a hand to gently grasp the tiny, sculpted mound between the child's legs.

	"I've wondered what my granddaughters are like here," he muttered as he manipulated the seven year-old's immature genitals.

	Turia liked how the man was exploring her with loving caresses. Relaxing, she watched him spread her bald lips, stroking a finger between them in a way that made her want to wriggle. He found the miniature nubbin of her clit and worked it between his forefinger and thumb to coax it to erection. The little whore murmured as her inexperienced sex responded, secreting the liquid that signaled her first arousal.

	"Oh my," the man said as he felt the little girl's dew reach his fingertips. "I think I can use your mouth."

	He stood and pulled at the folds of his toga. Seeing the state of his arousal, Turia stepped forward and opened wide.

	After the games, Turia breathlessly explained what had happened between her legs, receiving smiles and knowing nods from several of the other girls. Prisca simply snorted and rolled her eyes. That night as she snuggled next to Verina amid some musty fishing nets in a shack, the little girl brought her hand up under her dress, squeezing herself as she replayed the man's touches in her mind.

	Fucking gladiators and fucking virgins!

	Blasius fumed at both as he hurried down the corridor. After some wrangling, he had paid twelve denarii (far too much, in his opinion) for the services of an innkeeper's eleven year-old daughter. The girl was a virgin - which was the whole point. Of course Blasius himself had no intention of dipping his wick into the youngster's cunt as the little membrane inside - and the aftermath of its destruction - was to be part of today's entertainment.

	The show was a variation on the invasion of Athens by Sparta some centuries before. Historical accuracy was not an important detail but the sexual carnage committed upon Athenian females was paramount. The emperor himself was to be in attendance. While some of the more seasoned female participants would be getting it three ways at once, another highlight was to be the violation of a very young virgin; hence the innkeeper's daughter.

	But some dolt had put the girl with some of the gladiators - seasoned performers who would play the role of the Spartans against the poorly trained fighters portraying the Athenian army. After the slaughter, which promised to be a gore fest, the pillaging of Athenian twats and any other holes would commence. Deciding to get some "practice" in, the Spartans quickly had the unfortunate girl stripped and gangbanged

	There might be ways to fake it, but the emperor wanted to see a genuine defloration of a very young girl and the barely budding preteen had been an excellent candidate. Blasius didn't want to risk any forgery in his virgin but was thinking of a way to pass it off when he received word that the emperor wanted to inspect the girl himself. Now.

	Failure to deliver the goods would not only be bad for Blasius' reputation, but also for his life. And being well aware of the proclivities of the emperor, Blasius damn well knew the manner of his demise would likely be long and spectacularly excruciating.

	So now he was trying to find anyone nearby the theater that he could get and take before the emperor. When he passed a cluster of the child whores, he didn't break pace as there would be no qualified candidates among them.

	Then he stopped. No, they might be whores, but they also knew the area.

	Taking a single denarius from his purse, he held it up to let the lantern light make the silver twinkle before all of those greedy young eyes.

	"I need a virgin now for the show," he announced. "A girl virgin, that is. This coin is for the one who can bring me one. You know the rabble outside."

	One of the older girls - a real beauty who would do well in the brothels in a couple of years if she wanted - stepped forward and boldly looked Blasius in the eye.

	"I can give you one right here," she said smugly.

	"Not from this lot," he spat.

	The girl whirled and grabbed the smallest of the group and yanked her forward.

	"Prisca!" another girl warned.

	Ignoring that, Prisca turned back to Blasius.

	"Turia, here, only uses her mouth. She's saving her virtue below for her future Patrician husband."

	Prisca sniggered at her joke whole the other children looked ashen or angry. Blasius had seen this Turia recently - a new girl. If she was pure, that would be most convenient - and life-saving. But he had to be sure. Putting on a friendly face, he bent close to the child and spoke in a syrupy voice.

	"Now Turia, I'm sure you've had a cock or two between your legs like a good whore, haven't you?"

	Turia turned red, with tears welling in her eyes as she shook her head.

	"I'm sorry I haven't been a good whore," she said in a weak voice. "I'm scared to do that."

	Blasius brightened. She was afraid to admit she was a virgin - perfect! He tossed the denarius to Prisca and took Turia by the hand, practically dragging her with him in his haste.

	Admiring the silver in her fingers, Prisca turned to the others.

	"Not a bad start - and the gates haven't even opened. I'll hardly have to work at all today."

	With a shout, Nicon hurled himself at Prisca with flailing fists. The older girl had longer arms and was able to ward off his first blows although his furious attack was making her step backwards. Verina grabbed Prisca's hair from behind and pulled, sending the girl tumbling to the floor. Nicon and the others went after her with hands and feet. By the time they were run off by one of the theater guards, Prisca was left in a state where she would not be presentable for work for weeks.

	"Say nothing unless you're asked a question," Blasius hissed as he led Turia to the emperor's box. "And do not struggle or resist in anything the emperor wished to do."

	Turia managed a grunt of assent before she found herself in a room with several people dressed in finery. German guards with bristling moustaches and huge axes manned the doorway and looked at her with no expression. The guests mostly regarded her with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

	One man was quite peculiar. His expression was one of sorrow as he gazed at her between persistent shakes of his head. One arm also trembled, the tics not always in sync with the man's head. Turia had seen such people before. They were often feeble-minded as well and were reduced to begging or being paraded about as poor street entertainment. This one seemed well-fed, though, and his toga was fine although it held a few stains from wine that splashed from the cup in his quivering hand.

	Then her attention was drawn to a younger man who stepped forward. His fair hair was carefully arranged in a not-quite-successful attempt to mask its thinning state. But it was the savage gleam in his eyes that seemed to impale the girl.

	Blasius bowed low to him.

	"This is the young virgin for today's spectacle, most gracious Caesar."

	"Really?" the man replied with a menacing hint of disappointment in his tone. "I was suspecting one a bit older, growing a little bit of tit there."

	Blasius tried to make a reply but the emperor's attention was still on Turia. With one finger, he idly traced the crescent scar beside her eye. Although she wanted to flinch, Turia remained still.

	"Who gave you this mark?" he asked.

	"I don't know, mister, um, Caesar," she replied.

	The emperor laughed at the child's lack of decorum.

	"What a pretty voice," he said. "The mighty Caesar - no, Mister Caesar..." The guests chuckled. "...is most pleased. It's so innocent and will be delightful to hear from out there on the sands. But are you innocent where it counts?"

	Pulling a knife from a guilt sheath on his belt, the emperor deftly slashed Turia's dress open before tearing the remainder from her. Reaching down, he pushed a finger into her tiny slit, eliciting a whimper and then a yip from the girl as he pressed inward. 

	"Not to worry," he said as he withdrew his finger and held it aloft. "I left her intact. After all, Caesar did promise the defilement of a virgin in his games, did he not?"

	The other guests readily agreed, showering him with effusive praise. The lone exception was the twitchy man who watched with horror. The emperor turned Turia around and roughly grabbed her rump, making her squeak as he sampled her round little buttocks.

	"Now this is the ass of a perfect boy," he noted. "One to rival Ganymede, no doubt. I should know, of course, being a direct descendant of Jupiter as well as Venus."

	Turia's eyebrows rose. A descendant of a god and goddess? The emperor saw her reaction and gave her a smile that matched the feral caste of his eyes.

	"You didn't know of my lineage?" he asked, getting a shake of a head in response. "This is quite terrible! What are children being taught these days? Make a note - the Senate shall pass a law requiring all parents to teach their children about my divinity."

	A scribe hurriedly scratched this on a wax tablet while the emperor leered at Turia.

	"Being charitable and concerned for the welfare of my subjects," he continued. "I shall teach this one myself."

	He lifted Turia and placed her stomach down on the marble wall at the front of the luxury box. Turia watched as workmen were setting props in place on the arena sand where the entertainment would be conducted. She jerked, startled as olive oil was poured from a pitcher onto her ass cheeks. Still confused by her presence here and what the emperor was talking about, she gained insight as the man's fingers smeared the stuff into the crevice between her plump little cheeks.
She whimpered as he pried her buttocks apart and felt something cramming against the miniature orifice back there.

	"In the name of Jupiter," the emperor called out as he gripped the girl's small hips. "I consecrate this ass to....me!"

	With a mighty heave, his prick lanced through the little puckered hole. The size of the tiny anus resisted for a moment before it was forced to enlarge. The ring of muscle could not respond quickly enough and partially tore as the hard meat was crammed through it. Turia's screams were loud and shrill enough for Verina and the others to hear elsewhere in the depths of the theater.

	Beads of sweat formed on the emperor's brow as he continued to force his cock into the bowels of the little girl. She was excruciatingly tight around his member but her wails of sheer ecstasy (how else would a mortal react when being taken by a god?) urged him to continue. He could only go so deep but was sure he had rammed the full measure of what the child could take before he started fucking her in long, brutal strokes.

	Her clasping anal cavity was warm and slick as his cock plunged in and out of her. Turia's cries had devolved into agonized, animal-like grunts as she was sodomized. As her anal rape progressed, the little girl feebly kicked her legs and clawed at the wall, nearly stupefied by the white hot pain that kept stabbing her so deeply back there.

	The man's fingers bruised her delicate skin where they dug into him. He was grunting too, exerting himself as he wrenched his prick inside the child's injured rectum. But that tiny ass grabbed at him, milking his member and he gave in as his balls convulsed.

	"Mwwwuuuhh?" Turia moaned as jets of imperial semen sank into her guts.

	"Ahh!" the emperor sighed, arching his back as he continued to pound the  seven year-old's violated innards with his seed. With some effort, he pulled his dick free, observing as a thick, warm mix of red and white fluids seeped from the little girl's expanded orifice. He giggled at the sight of her blood.

	"Look, she was a virgin back there, too."

	The other guests laughed save for the twitching man who looked like he was on the verge of becoming sick.

	"This was a very difficult lesson to teach," he went on. "Even for a god. Or even for a goddess." He leaned close to Turia and confided to his dazed victim. "Sometimes I'm also a goddess. Either way, you are so lucky to have been buggered by a deity."

	The smile of contentment abruptly left the emperor's face as he withdrew his dagger once again. Taking Turia's hair, he pulled her head back to expose her throat and set his blade to it.

	"I see no reason why this body, having been filled my holy seed, should be dirtied by the lesser stuff from a mere mortal's prick. I will not have it after I've worked so hard on this little one. They shall have to find another virgin."

	"N-n-n-no!" cried the jerking man.

	Other guests gasped and moved away from him, not wishing to be associated if the emperor's unpredictable wrath emerged.

	"H-h-holy C-C-C-Caesar. Surely the ra-ra-radiance of your s-s-s-seed, a g-gift of M-M-M-Mah-Mah-"

	The emperor tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with impatience.

	"M-Mount Olympus," the other man continued. "All of R-Rome should bask in the g-g-g-glow of that girl w-w-which clearly sh-shines now that sh-sh-she is an-n-n-nointed w-w-ith your -s-s-seed."

	The emperor pondered this for a moment and put his knife away. Turia's head dropped limply. Pointing to the man, he angrily addressed the others.

	"Why is it that only this doddering dimwit is the only one who never fails to recognize my godhood? He is right of course, even for a fool."

	His eyes fell on Blasius and he looked startled as if he had forgotten that the games master was still present.

	"Well?" he said to Blasius impatiently. "What are you waiting for? Get her ready to entertain us. I left that hole alone."

	Grimacing at the goo getting on one hand, Blasius picked Turia up and scuttled out of the emperor's box. Despite the throbbing pain still resonating in her bottom, Turia looked to the man who had saved her and tried to croak out a thank you. But the man was crying as he looked at the child whose trials were not yet over.

	Turia couldn't stand, but it made little difference as she was dressed in a simple shift of cheap white cloth - a kind that would tear easily - and placed in what appeared to be a portable closet. The thing was carried out onto the field with the girl huddled inside.

	Turia heard the voice of the man who had injured her making some sort of speech. The crowd roared in response and then roared again. As the ground rumbled with feet. She could not see out, but she could hear the shouts and the clang of metal as the "Spartans" and "Athenians" did battle with the latter being vanquished with has much blood as possible.

	The prostitutes portraying the women of Athens cried out dramatically as they were "discovered" among the ruins of the sacked city and taken by two and three men at a time. Some of the yelling became more genuine as they were treated far more roughly than they anticipated. Only now did they understand that Blasius wanted the rapes to be quite real.

	After ten minutes, a soldier pulled open the door of the small structure in which Turia had been placed. The wave of heated excitement rolled through the crowd as the man lifted a small figure in white from the enclosure.

	There was a wide table made up as a sacred alter that Turia was thrown upon. Her white dress was ripped from her body and two other men pulled on her ankles to open her legs, putting her delicate little pussy at the mercy of the marauders. More cheers rose as the Spartan produced his raging hard-on. Hawking a gob of spit into his hand, he rubbed it on the child's soft mound. She remembered the man who had touched her there, leaving her with a happy memory she clung to now. But by the look in his eye, there was to be no pleasure for her in this.

	"Please," Turia begged. "A man hurt my bottom and I don't-"

	The rest was cut off by a hard slap to the side of her head that left her ears ringing. The gladiator wedged his prick between the bald little lips of the girl's defenseless quim, pausing as the insistent growl of the audience grew stronger. Numbed by the blow to her head, Turia's senses regained their clarity in the horrific instant the man ripped into her.

	The child's maidenhead was destroyed by the hard meat that opened her abruptly. The blood from her defloration turned against her, lubricating her innocent passage for further invasion. More of the stuff gurgled out of her hairless hole with every thrust the man made. As the sordid deed continued, the crowd's thunder nearly drowned out the little girl's screams.

	Turia's mind scrambled as she tried to cope with the driving cock that seemed to be bent on utterly impaling her. Unable to do anything else, the seven year-old's virgin pussy stretched around the turgid member as it became fully penetrated. Only the girl's cervix stopped him although he made a few attempts to hammer through it before he simply fucked in strokes that filled the modest volume of her immature sex

	The exertion of forcing is prick in and out of the clamping little tunnel only served to excite the gladiator further. His movements picked up steam, ending only with the hot slime that pounded its way into her undeveloped organs.

	His withdrawal was sudden, shocking her as the air of the arena touched her raw cunny in the split second before it closed again. Holding her by the chest, the man lifted her high, turning as he displayed her naked, ravished form to the enthralled onlookers. The crimson spattering on her crotch and the running streaks down her legs told the tale of her stolen virginity.

	Most of the crowd was a hazy mess to her but Turia's vision momentarily cleared as she faced the emperor's box. Caesar and his minions were cheering and laughing except for the odd man who had his face buried in his hands, unable to view her defilement. He had saved her life, but for this?

	It was over and Turia just wanted to find her way back to Verina and the others, to be comforted and told it would be alright. Then she was slammed back onto the altar, the back of her head thumping against the wood to further deaden her thoughts.

	But she could feel. And she felt another man entering her, trying to tear her open as he sank into her wounded snatch. The movements began again, pulling and pushing on her straining tissues with another savage copulation. Another gush violated her and then someone else was pushing between her widely spread thighs.

	Every man playing a Spartan had her. The seven year-old's gang-raped cunt remained tight but grew quite slippery with the jism repeatedly injected inside her.

	"Again," a man said.

	Had he already taken her once? She couldn't see clearly to tell. They all felt the same as they pushed into her, hurt her, and tried to fertilize her with their ejaculations.

	Another man was on her. And in her. His sweat was sour as it dripped on her face, adding to the miasma of blood and voided bodies from the even less fortunate participants of the production. Desiring more violence than the little girl's ravaged vagina could provide, he brought his battle-calloused hands to her slender neck as he continued to pound her.

	Turia's sight darkened on the edges, closing inward until she could see nothing at all. She involuntarily jerked with the first spurt of semen the man shot inside her, and then felt nothing more.

	Lacitus trotted back out onto the sands as he and other slaves carried away the debris of the performance while the audience sated themselves with food and drink and other amusements in the alcoves of the theater before the next act. In one hand he carried a bloody meat hook as the dead would be used to feed the wild jungle cats. Often, the victims were too bloody and mangled to get a proper grip so the hooks made the work quicker.

	Finding another body, he was about to slam the iron tip of the hook into it when he paused. It had been a little girl but now she was a mess of mottled bruises and scratches from her face to her torso and limbs. The oozing, sticky mess between her wide-flung legs was all Lacitus needed to see to know she had been used just like the grown women had.

	She couldn't weigh much and Lacitus decided to pick her up to carry instead of hooking her. Sparing her body that further desecration would be at least one piece of mercy for her this day even if her spirit was not around to know.

	"If you're taking her, you can take two," barked one of the overseers to Lacitus.

	Sighing, Lacitus put the girl's body down before pounding his hook with a heavy thunk into the shoulder of a slave who had the misfortune of portraying an Athenian soldier. Dragging the young man's body with the hook, he took the girl by one ankle and pulled her along in the sand as well, giving her an inglorious exit.

	Although there was money to be made by the fevered crowds in the alcoves, Verina had stolen away to the stands only to get a final glimpse as Turia's lifeless figure was dragged away.

	"Come on, girlie," a drunken spectator said as he grabbed her arm.

	Numb, Verina let herself be dragged to the alcove, barely registering the act as she was used for a bit of coin.

	"Severus, please," Verina begged an hour later as Nicon and some others gathered around the guard. "We have money. If you can find her, we can pay a priest to say prayers over her to help her get to the Elysian Fields."

	If there was any justice among the gods, the little girl would get into the paradise, drinking water from the River Lethe so she could forget her mortal torment. Severus had seen plenty of people of all ages and walks of life die hard when he was in the legion. It had served him well that he hadn't known any of them they met there end. But Turia, well that was different and he damned well knew that justice was in short supply among those who dwelt in this mortal realm.

	He knew the dead would be tossed to the lions but did not say as such to the children. Making quick time through the warren of passageways, he found his way to a room that looked and smelled like an abattoir. A quick search found Turia's pitiful remains and he scooped her up, her head limply rolling against his chest as he balanced her.

	"Hey!" shouted an overseer. "That's meant for the li..."

	Catching the murderous glint in the ex-soldier's eye, the other man swallowed his words.

	Severus carried the small body out, stopping to find some dirty, used sackcloth with which he wrapped the girl, swaddling her injured form so that only her head showed. She had some scrapes and bruises there, but none has bad as she had elsewhere.

	Severus cleaned her face as best as he could. At least she looked at peace. Then he brought her back to the empty store room where he carefully laid the little bundle on the floor while Verina sobbed. Several of the others looked teary-eyed and Severus let them be, his own thoughts preoccupied on revenge.

	But against whom? Blasius? He was no loss but he was one of many. The emperor? Yes, already Severus had heard what he had done to the girl. But what could he do against the man's pet German bodyguards as well as the Praetorians?

	"Oh," Verina sniffled as a thread of bright red blood trickled from Turia's nose. "Don't worry. I'll clean it for you."

	Severus glanced as the young prostitute tenderly dabbed at the face of her dead friend. Then his eyes narrowed.

	"Hello, there," he said softly as he knelt next to Turia's body.

	Another drop formed outside of Turia's left nostril. Bright red from oxygen.

	"I think Charon will have one less passenger today," he said as he placed two fingers against Turia's neck.

	"What?" Verina gasped. "But she's dead. See how..."

	"A pulse," Severus announced before turning to Verina.

	"She needs attention, but not from a priest. Someone needs to fetch a physician. No, wait. Do you know where the Incendia is?"

	Verina shook her head but Nicon replied.

	"It's that brothel next to the weird temple they just built, right?"

	"That's the one," Severus agreed. "Go quickly and tell them we need help for a girl. They'll understand. "I doubt old Junilla will bother coming but there's a woman there named Ursula. She's sort of the assistant and knows a thing or two about healing. When you get there, the guard will probably be either Stribio or Raffo. I knew Stribio when we were in the legion. Tell him I sent you. Or tell Raffo to pass the word to him."

	In less than half an hour, a young woman appeared with a household slave. Clucking her tongue, she unwrapped the cloth from Turia and tended to the girl's injuries, never flinching when she addressed the wounded orifices.

	"She'll need sleep and rest for days," the woman announced. When she comes to, only broth and water for a week. I'll be by to check on her. The poor child - who did this to her?"

	"Who didn't?" Severus answered. "She was fodder for some performance."

	Ursula sighed, shaking her head sadly before her expression grew more businesslike.

	"Undoubtedly, that means we'll have some fired up customers tonight. I'll warn Raffo and Stribio. Oh, that reminds me. Stribio listed a variety of animals in your lineage, Severus. Does that mean you served together in the legion?"

	Severus chuckled - he dearly needed some humor after today

	Turia was bedbound for nine days before she felt strong enough to walk about the storeroom where Severus had also moved his own few belongings and set up camp. When he presented her with a red dress he had sent Verina purchase for him, she brightened up for the first time and rewarded him with a hug.

	When she finally ventured out from the room, Verina and the others - minus Prisca who kept well away from her former group - made such a fuss over her. It was made clear from Severus that Turia would no longer be a working girl and he resigned himself to becoming a parent of sorts to his young charge.

	Turia's innate curiosity helped fuel her recovery and soon the girl was discovering the labyrinth of tunnels and chambers that made all of the mechanisms both organic and otherwise work the theater. Learning that one of the theater guards had taken up residence - and with a little whore, no less - Blasius threatened to make trouble. Before Severus could confront him, however, Stribio had met up with the games master in the street one evening and merrily described in excruciatingly vivid detail what would happen to Blasius if he so much as drew a breath near Severus, his old legion buddy. And it would be even more severe if anything happened to the girl.

	From then on, Blasius tried to avoid Severus, keeping his distance and avoiding eye contact whenever they passed each other. When Blasius saw Turia one time, Severus thought the games master would die of fright on the spot.

	In their room, both Severus and Turia had their own mats on which to sleep. Severus never made any attempt to draw the girl to his mat but was amused when Turia, seeing how he only slept in a loin cloth, removed her dress and - being without a loin cloth - slept in the nude.

	"Why do you take off your clothes when you go to sleep?" she asked one evening.

	"That's how we did it in the legion," he answered. "After marching and working in a tunic and armor all day, it was the best way to sleep. Of course, we kept the loin cloths on in case we got attacked at night so we wouldn't be fighting with our willies swaying in the breeze."

	Turia giggled - something she had been doing more of lately.

	"I don't have a willy so when I'm in the legion, I can sleep like this," she stated as she doffed her dress.

	"I don't think little girls can join the legion."

	Turia planted her hands on her hips as she gave him a determined look.

	"I will because I will ask very nicely. And at night I will have a tent and be naked when I sleep," she told him with the surety of the very young.

	A naked girl would not have to worry about being alone in her tent in camp, Severus thought. Even one as young as her. There were still bruises on her, but they were fading and the child's smooth body looked enticing in the lamplight. Severus felt the reaction in his loincloth.

	"Why did you get your fingers cut off?" she asked, curious about legion life.

	Severus regarded his mangled hand, pausing before he answered.

	"An unlucky blow from a Gaul's axe," he said, still feeling the throbbing in the digits that had departed years ago. "One finger, I could lose but with two gone there was no way I could properly hold a gladius. I had planned to take my departure pension when I retired and move to one of the fishing villages south of here and buy a boat. I wanted to earn my living from the ocean. I can even swim, you know. Which is more than most fishermen can do.

	But what I got after being discharged wasn't enough for that and the only decent paying work I was going to find was here in this stinking city. So here I am in this stinking city. End of story."

	Having lived in the city her entire life, Turia didn't understand his reference to the odor. Certainly where were various smells, some more pleasant than others. But it surely was like that everywhere.

	Turia was also a little fearful of the bitterness and anger in Severus' voice. But when he stopped and seemed to calm down, she crawled over to him, pushing aside the cloth at his crotch where she had noticed him growing before. He was limp now but she grasped his penis and sucked the head into her mouth.

	"Oh, you don't have to do that," Severus protested.

	Turia pulled more of him into her mouth, his member hardening as it passed between her squeezing lips and under the wet caresses of her tongue.

	"But feel free if you want to," he groaned as he lay back.

	Turia was on her hands and knees, sucking him carefully. Intrigued by her naked profile, Severus put his injured hand on her back, marveling at the warmth and softness of her skin as he stroked her. Reaching the curve of her little rump, he cupped a tiny buttock and squeezed. Turia wriggled her bottom in response, enjoying his touch.

	Severus' caresses continued and by nature, progressed with his fingers sliding down and under to find the plump, hairless bulge of the child's mons. Turia flinched at first, but remembering the kind older man from before who had touched her nicely there, rolled her hips to encourage him.

	Severus fondled the child's sex, lightly pinching the puffy labia and tracing the slit between them. In short time, he felt a hard little bump at the top as her clit grew erect. His rubbing increased and when he felt her wetness, he eased a fingertip into her cleft only to stop at the entrance to her hole.

	"If it hurts, I'll take it out," he whispered.

	"Mmm mm," Turia replied in agreement, her mouth quite full.

	Slowly, he worked one finger inside, feeling the hot oven of her cunny wrapping closely around it. By the time he had worked his digit in to the last knuckle, she was gobbling his prick in lustful desperation. He fucked her like that, hearing keening noises from her as she tried to pull his cock out by the roots with her mouth. She was frantic with arousal, murmuring loudly until he exploded in her mouth.

	Severus kept diddling her. When Turia pulled her mouth free of his dick, her lips remained open to let the panting breaths escape their prison. She swiveled her hips, her eyes wide and bright with a pearly drop of semen she hadn't swallowed threatening to escape from the corner of her mouth.

	"Oh...oh!" she chanted again and again in anxiousness and surprise.

	The ache inside her little cunny was needing something. She pushed down, crushing her pubic bone against the man's thrusting finger until it set off an explosion that made her mind blink and her body shudder.

	"Are you a sorcerer?" she asked in wonder when her orgasm subsided.

	"No, I just know how to make women feel just right."

	"Mm hm," she drowsily agreed as she snuggled next to him.

	Taking his hand with no fear of the scars, she placed it between her legs and closed her eyes, going to sleep with his touch where she wanted it.

	It became their nightly ritual, with the girl taking him in his mouth while his finger took her, twisting and thrusting inside her as her nectar drooled over his maimed hand. What started delicately became lost in the urgent riding the little girl did on her lover's digit. She always took longer to cum, leaving her mouth unencumbered by his spent penis to voice her final pleasures until her climax struck. In the aftermath, his hand would be nestled against her childish mound as she wordlessly insisted, the contact in some way lessening the injuries they had each had done to them by others.

	Today, a troupe of male actors was performing some plays and dramatic readings, so it wasn't the stuff that had customers racing to the alcoves. With a thinner crowd and her friends selling their young bodies elsewhere, Turia roamed about the theater and investigated some new back passages. Emerging from one into a larger corridor, she heard a series of footsteps and stopped.

	"What is this?" a familiar voice called.

	Turia spun and froze, her feet feeling like stones as her legs trembled. There stood the emperor and some of his entourage - those who had cheered her earlier defilement at the hands of the emperor and later in the arena. A malevolent grin spread across the emperor's face as he tapped a finger just outside one of his eyes, indicating the scar that Turia had.

	"I know you!" he said. "How fortunate you have arrived just in time. No doubt the work of my brothers and sisters atop Mt. Olympus. Today's performance was somewhat lacking but you shall come back to the palace with me. I shall have you like you're Ganymede once more. Then perhaps I shall take you like I would my sister Venus in the front."

	Just as Turia found the strength to bolt, the man grabbed her by the arm in a grip she could not escape. The others tittered at her struggles as she was forced to trot alongside the most powerful man in Rome. As they turned into a short passageway, two Praetorian Guards stepped in and blocked the exit. One of their officers joined them.

	"Halt!" the officer barked. "What is the password?"

	"Is it 'buggery' or 'fellatio'?" the emperor whispered to his followers.

	They laughed and Turia looked wildly for any help from the guards. But they would follow Caesar's commands so they would not assist her. More guards appeared in the arch way the emperor's group had just entered, sealing off the hall.

	Turia gulped. Would the emperor have all of these men rape her as she had been in the arena?

	"The password is Dildo Majoris," the emperor announced officiously.

	"So be it," the guard captain growled, pulling his sword from his sheath and plunging it into the emperor's gut.

	For a moment there was deathly silence. The hand on Turia's arm did not weaken at all. Rather than collapsing, the emperor looked dumbly at the bloody wound before looking his assailant in the eye.

	"You fool!" he spat. "You cannot kill a god!"

	The captain took a step back in stupefied horror that his intended victim was still standing - and merely annoyed. Then one of his men found his courage and hacked his gladius into the emperor's side. Caesar screamed and the spell was broken.

	Turia pulled free as the emperor's hand opened. His courtiers yelled and more Praetorian's flooded the passageway, their swords aimed at their emperor. Some blades found the emperor's sycophants but most were directed at the great man himself. No one seemed interested in the frightened little girl who pressed herself against the wall and slid out of the blood-strewn passageway.

	"I live!" screamed the gory figure of the emperor, blood spraying from his mouth as he shouted his defiance while the carnage continued.

	Savage bellowing made Turia turn her head. The emperor's German guards came rushing by, their weapons raised. Praetorians and survivors of the imperial retinue alike fell before the barbarian blades but then the Germans started to fall as well as the guards counterattacked.

	Turia sped away, stopping only when she reached a nearly empty room she recognized well - the emperor's box. The only other person in the room was the gray-haired man who had earlier kept the emperor from opening Turia's throat. Seeing the blood spattered child, he wailed.

	"Oh s-s-spare me, wr-r-etched shade! I did not m-mean for you to suffer and to be b-befouled."

	When Turia tugged at his hand, the man stopped, looking in amazement at the "ghost's" hand which was evidently made of living flesh.

	"You're not dead," he said quietly, as if confiding a secret.

	"No. But they're killing everyone!" Turia told him, pointing toward the hallway.

	"W-who?" he asked. "Who is k-k-killing who?"

	Turia flailed her arms helplessly, unable to make sense of what she had seen.

	"Everyone," was all she could say.

	The man looked confused and then simply slumped in his chair. He didn't seem like a bad sort and had, after all, saved her life. Why he was with such a group she couldn't understand. But she didn't want to see him dead but if he remained here he would be butchered.

	"Follow me," she said, leaving through a smaller door.

	"Th-that's for s-s-servants," he protested weakly but he followed, limping as he went.

	Although she could hear no sounds of the melee, Turia was desperate to get away as quickly as possible. At last, she led the man to a doorway that opened onto a street. Outside, people walked about on errands while merchants hawked their wares; all of them oblivious to the activities inside that would forever change Rome. Turia knew places to hide inside the theater but hoped the man had somewhere else to go. He was too big to fit in some of the places she could travel.

	"I'm going to find Severus," she told him although he plainly didn't know who that was. "Do you have someplace safe you can go?"

	"The p-p-p-palace!" he announced. "C-come with me, child."

	"No, I have lots of places to hide here."

	The man clumsily bowed to her and left in a lurching shamble as he hurried away. Turia turned and went back inside, taking care to stay in places where grown men couldn't reach her.

	"Severus, there you are."

	Severus turned, tensing as he saw the armor of a Praetorian. Everyone had been on nerves since the events of three days earlier. Poor Turia had witnessed much of it but he had been relieved to find no wounds under the spatters of blood all over her.

	"Lucanus?" he said, recognized his old legion comrade as the man stepped closer and into the lantern light.

	"That's right. How have you been, old friend?"

	"Away from the madness," Severus replied. "I see you've managed as well."

	"Oh, not quite all of it," Lucanus said evenly. "In fact I'm here on some business relating to it. I hear you've been keeping company with a little girl, one with a scar near one eye."

	"She's an orphan and was brutalized," Severus explained in a tight voice. "What of it?"

	"Easy, old friend," Lucanus said slowly. "I've been sent for her, that's all."

	"Why?"

	"She saw much of it and she's wanted at the palace. It's all I can tell you and it's all I know."

	"She's just a little girl."

	"And we saw littler ones in some villages we overran back in the day, didn't we? Their size didn't matter then, did it? Look, I'm not saying what will happen to her but we will find her so let's get this over with - make it easier for her and for you."

	"For me?" Severus snorted.

	"Yes, easier for you if you stay out of the way."

	"No, I'll go with her."

	Lucanus stared at the man he had fought alongside with, wondering what civilian life had done to his head. But then he shrugged and agreed.

	Turia clung to Severus' hand as they walked down the marble hall inside the palace, accompanied by six Praetorian guards, including the man who had come for her. Taken to room, Turia gazed about, her curiosity getting the better of her as she took in the frescos and sculptures. It wasn't until she saw the figure seated in an ornate chair that she gasped. It was the man she had helped from the theater.

	"So there you are," the man said. "I'd s-say we are almost even. I saved your life only for you to be cruelly violated and you saved mine only to have me condemned to become emperor."

	Reading the surprise in Turia's face, the man nodded and smiled faintly.

	"Yes. The guards were ransacking the palace, looking for treasure. Instead, they found me hiding behind a c-curtain. So they decided to make me replace my unlamented nephew."

	While the man's story sank in, it occurred to Turia that, while he still stuttered, it was nearly as pronounced. Nor were the slight quivers of his head anything like the more grotesque tics she had seen before.

	"So," the man continued. "What do you think of me as emperor?"

	At a loss, Turia could only answer with one word.

	"Good?"

	Now the man chuckled.

	"See how she answers with a questioning n-note? She's not sure. Now that's an honest answer. All too rare in R-Rome these days."

	Turia looked about the room, seeing officials and guards observing her with idle curiosity. Nervously, she pressed against Severus' side.

	"And who is this man with her?" the emperor asked.

	Lucanus stepped forward.

	"His name is Severus, Your Highness," he said properly. "I served with him in the legion. A loyal man. We were lessened after he was discharged because of his wounds."

	"So how did an honorable soldier find himself in Rome of all places?" the emperor asked.

	Severus briefly explained his story and the emperor stroked his chin. Beckoning to well-dressed man holding scrolls, he whispered instructions to him. When the other man quietly protested, the emperor impatiently shushed him and sent him on his way. Chastened, the man hurried and returned with a cloth bag.

	Turning to Severus, the emperor spoke again.

	"I've never p-purchased a boat before," he said. "For fishing or otherwise. But I should think this money here should suffice. But I give it to you on one condition."

	"Yes, sir," Severus answered, drawing himself to attention out of habit. "Er, I mean Your Highness."

	"You must take this girl with you from Rome and make sure she stays there, wherever that place is."

	Severus readily agreed and by the next morning, he and Turia were walking out of one of the gates of the city.

	FOUR MONTHS LATER

	The sun-warmed waters of the Mediterranean swirled over Turia's nude body as she swam underwater. She had taken to swimming quite easily when Severus taught her. She liked swimming under the surface the best, shooting her upper body into the air like a porpoise when she rose.

	But this time, a net entangled her and she shouted and sputtered as she was unceremoniously lifted from the water and plunked into the small boat.

	"I caught a fine one," Severus laughed and Turia joined him.

	"But you've caught no other fish," she teased, sweeping her hand around the empty boat.

	"I'll leave quantity for the others," Severus answered with a shrug. "I prefer quality."

	With the money given to him by the emperor, Severus had more than enough money to buy his own little  boat for himself along with four larger boats that he had crewed by men to hauled in the profitable catches. It wasn't going to make him fabulously wealthy but it did leave him more comfortable than he could have imagined before, even if his legion career had finished after a full length of time.

	Severus stretched out and relaxed in the sun, only to have Turia slither on top of him, pressing her wet, sleek little body against him. Humming contently, she loosened Severus' loin cloth, finding him already erect. With slow, careful licks, she moistened his skin before getting to her knees on top of him.

	Severus put one hand on her waist while the other reached between her legs. Sliding a finger over the cleft in the smooth vulva, he found dampness there that had nothing to do with the sea. Turia looked him in the eye and without a word, he guided her onto his waiting member.

	A sharp exhalation escaped her slightly parted lips as her hairless folds opened for him. She had first done this two months ago, battling her fears as he patiently helped her along until they were joined. Now, there was no trepidation as her young tunnel expanded around his member as she slowly sank onto him.

	Severus couldn't contain the groan as the little girl's pussy sheath compressed to his cock like a taut, oiled layer of skin. He closed his eyes, feeling her slide onto him, taking his manful penetration in her tiny sex. Buried as far as she could allow, his member stewed in liquid much hotter than the ocean his lover had just been snared from.

	As water slapped against the wooden hull of the moat, thick nectar gurgled and sucked from Tura's cuntlet as she rode her man. Her slender body undulated, making him press harder in certain parts of her tight snatch that produced little fires that made her shiver. Both of his hands held her sides, making Turia feel safe and protected as the hardness stroked inside her tender twat. 

	The child's pussy was tight and gooey, like a series of little mouths pressing and caressing him at once. Severus came heavily, relishing each convulsion in his scrotum and the resulting surge through his penis and into his little lover. Turia's flat chest puffed out with pride when she felt his seed enter her. The pumping continued until the man ended with a sigh, having saturated the seven year-old's womb.

	But he kept moving her on him, aiding her legs as she worked her compact body on his still turgid meat. She was getting nearer as her gulps of breath indicated. The first convulsion of her cunny around his prick signaled the start of her orgasm. And it ended with Turia falling forward to rest on his chest while they remained interlocked.

	After some lazy minutes, he finally began to soften and Turia extracted herself from him. Sliding down, she stopped when her face was above his crotch. She always did this now, licking him clean as she tasted both of them at once as their fluids were captured by her little tongue.

	Usually, this sated both of them until they were in bed. But today, Severus responded quite definitively under her oral ministrations.

	"Are you a sorceress?" he teased, turning the question she had used after he had induced her first ever climax.

	Turia only laughed, her voice like ethereal little bells on the ocean breeze. She inhaled the fresh air, so clean after a young lifetime in the city. Then she positioned herself again, letting him help her as they renewed the magic once again.



madvlad@mrdouble.com
http://www.mrdouble.bz/htm/authors/madvlad.htm





















This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


--

Double for Nothing!!  Tricks for Free!!!

http://www.mrdouble.bz

Be There.....
