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story_codes: M/g, anal, molest, nc, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: In the early days of the Roman Empire, six year-old Lydia is sold into slavery after her village stirs the ire of the imperial governor. During her voyage to the Roman port of Ostia, she is brutalized by a sailor but then finds comfort and discovers something most unexpected within the depths of the slave hold. 

story_language: English




In the Clutches of Rome, part 1

Written by madvlad


	"Soldiers approaching!"

	The village was in chaos. Believing the governor's taxes had become too burdensome, many of the men had gone to the provincial capital to protest. Rumors had come back of a violent confrontation and the remaining villagers had been living in fear of possible reprisals. Now it was coming to pass. Although they were citizens of Rome, the people had no illusions of how a perceived uprising would leave them - in chains or worse.

	People were running in panic; some trying to hide their few valuables - as if they would ever have the opportunity to retrieve them again. Others were more practical in their preparations.

	"Jupiter be damned if I'm going to let those soldiers defile my daughter. Better to die than become their whore," said one of Aelia's neighbors. The woman held a knife and called to her eleven year-old daughter. 

	"Mama, why is everyone frightened?" asked Lydia as Aelia returned to her house. 

	Aelia looked at her little girl who had turned six in the fall. Lydia was a slim child with long chestnut hair and wide brown eyes framed by long dark lashes. Her lips were plump and red, offering a tempting prize for some young man to kiss as she grew older. Aelia struggled to hold back her tears. She had so wanted to see her daughter grow into a beautiful young woman. But the gods were indifferent to her wishes.

	"Everything is about to change," Aelia replied, mustering the strength to keep her voice calm. "Now I'm about to do something that might seem strange, but it's for your own good. Come here, my darling."

	Lydia approached her mother without hesitation as Aelia took the knife from behind her back.

	Galenus looked around the remains of the village, pursing his mouth in disgust. The optio had taken half of his century here while the centurion had taken the rest of the men to another village. Some of the idiots here had actually tried to resist but were short work for the veteran legionaries who ended the fight with the business ends of their gladii, the short swords of the Roman army.

	Many other villagers took their own lives rather than submit to slavery - the penalty for their insurrection. And more than a few took their children with them, Galenus noted as he stared down at the body of a young girl of ten or eleven, her throat slit by the woman lying dead next to her; presumably her mother.

	He could hear the cries of the surviving women as his soldiers had their way with them. Nearby, another young girl, perhaps a year older than the unfortunate creature at his feet, was on her hands and knees, forcibly serving two soldiers at either end. The man on the back end finished with a satisfied groan, wiping his bloodied prick with the tattered remains of the girl's dress which had been lying on the ground. The soldier then got up as another took his place. 

	Galenus sighed as he took one last look at the dead girl. It was understandable why some mothers chose death for their daughters.  Between that and the suicides, there would be a lot fewer slaves to fill Governor Apicus' coffers. The governor would not be happy about that, but Galenus knew they all lived by the whim of the gods and that was that.

	The optio walked to the next shack and looked inside. There was another dead woman on the floor, her throat badly cut with more sloppy wounds on her wrists. She had obviously not known how to make the proper cuts and had undoubtedly died badly. But she had died, which was her goal to begin with. 

	A slight movement caught the officer's eye and he turned to see a wide-eyed little boy sitting on the bed. He was clad in nothing more than a loincloth and had messy hair that looked a little too long to be proper for a lad. He needed a haircut, but that was not Galenus' concern. Let whoever bought the boy worry about that.

	"Come here, boy," the optio said, extending his hand. "There's nothing here for you now."

	The boat was laden with cargo and captured villagers, the latter bound for the slave markets of Rome. The slaves were kept in a hold below decks with their chains removed. Manacles always cut and chaffed and the slavers wanted their wares to be in decent-looking condition went they went to market. The group was a beaten lot and anyone who wanted to be troublesome could simply be tossed overboard and left to Neptune's mercy.

	Lydia was lost alone in the group. Since their capture, most of the people were withdrawn inside themselves, contemplating their fate. No one paid attention to a solitary child. 

	She still thought about that strange day when her mama cut off some of Lydia's hair and took her dress off. Then mama had hurt herself with a knife and went to sleep before the big soldier took Lydia away. 

	Since children of both sexes wore the same basic loincloth, the soldiers thought she was a boy. Lydia thought it was kind of funny. She missed her long hair, which Mama used to comb every night, but it was still longer than that of any other boy she had known. 

	Twice a day, bread and water would be shoved in through an open grated door while sailors stood ready with swords in case anyone should try to escape. One man had tried on the second day and his wounded body was last seen in the blue waters of the Aegean Sea as dark fins sliced through the surface nearby. There had been no attempts since. 

	Lydia liked to sit near the grate at the door at night because it offered some fresh air. Every so often at night, some sailors would enter the hold and sweep past the child, ignoring her while they found some unlucky woman or girl and dragged her outside. Lydia didn't know what was happening, but could hear them screaming while the sailors were laughing. Some time later, the slaves would be returned to the hold, weeping as they clutched themselves between their legs.

	One night, after two girls in their teens had been taken away, the door opened again and a small, wiry man came in and quickly looked about. The other slaves had retreated to the darkness in the back of the hold and although the man was armed with a dagger, he knew better to approach the unseen numbers in the dark. Then he looked down at the ragged little boy sitting by himself by the door. 

	"You'll do," he said quickly and yanked Lydia up by her wrist and pulled her outside. The door was closed and locked and no one in the hold made a sound.

	The deck was open with no privacy to speak of, but the men who weren't on watch were busy with the entertainment near the bow. Taking Lydia to an unmanned area on the starboard side, the man bent the child over the rail and fondled her smooth, firm buttocks. 

	"Very nice set you have there, lad," he said. "I'd prefer a girl's pussy, but you'll have to do. Dachus prefers some solitude when he's fucking."

	Dachus tugged Lydia's loincloth to the side. In his lust, he only concentrated on the small pucker between the child's ass cheeks. Spitting on his hands, he lubed his thin dick and brought it to bear against Lydia's defenseless asshole. Dachus wrapped one hand around Lydia's mouth while the other gripped one hip. 

	He lurched forward with all of his might, forcing Lydia's anus open and plunging his prick into the little girl's virgin ass. Lydia screamed into his hand as she felt something hot and hard tearing into her body. Dachus was sweating and cursing as he worked more of his length into the wriggling child. 

	Lydia was horrified and in agony. She didn't know what the man was putting in her bottom, but it felt like it was trying to break everything inside her. In desperation, she kicked wildly with her legs. 

	Dachus tightened his grip on her jaw and leaned over so he could whisper into her ear. His weight was crushing her hips against the railing, making Lydia hurt in yet another place. 

	"Don't you fight me, boy, or I'll tip you overboard when I'm done with you. Them sharks there will make a quick meal out of you - or maybe eat you real slow because they're mean sons of bitches. Got it?"

	Lydia nodded in his hand and Dachus resumed his rutting. The small ass clutched his prick as he buggered the little child, making it hard work to take his pleasure. But Dachus had to admit that this kid's ass was better than any pussy he had ever had. He had rubbed spit on his cock a few more times to make it easier and it felt like the kid was bleeding some. Whatever worked to his benefit was just fine with Dachus.

	Lydia groaned into his hand as her savage buggery continued, making her rapist smile.

	"You like that, don't you boy? Maybe if you're lucky, some fat old senator will buy you so he can suck your sweet little cock all day and bum-fuck you all night."

	Lydia answered with another articulate groan. Dachus' thrusts had wedged part of the cloth in the front of her loincloth into the slit of her pussy. For reasons she didn't understand, the cloth and the way her pussy kept rubbing the rail with every thrust from Dachus made her feel itchy between her legs. But it was a good kind of itchy. It wasn't enough to override on pain in her plundered ass, but at least it was something.

	Dachus fucked her harder and harder, slamming his hips against the six year-old's rump with sadistic glee. Her warm, clingy rectum had become slick, enhancing the man's pleasure until he ejaculated inside the sobbing child. Lydia's body went limp as she felt something wet and scalding hot soiling her innocent bowels. 

	The sailors were still enjoying their girls, whose screaming had died down to muted weeping while Dachus silently carried Lydia's nearly unconscious form back to the hold. He dumped her inside, quickly closing the door behind him.

	Lost in their own despair, no one came forward to comfort the crying child at first. Finally, someone came forward and picked Lydia up and carried her to some dark recess in the hold. 

	"There, there, little one," came a man's voice. "It's over now. My name is Lucullus and I'll keep you safe for the rest of the voyage."

	"Are you from Ambracia?" Lydia asked though her tears. His name was familiar and she was desperate to have a friend now.

	"Why yes, that is - was - my village. Do I know you?"

	"No," answered Lydia. She remembered the name. Lucullus was an old man whom her mama had told her to avoid because he liked little boys and little girls a little too much. Lydia didn't know how someone could like boys and girls too much.

	"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, despite the circumstances," the old man continued as he slipped his hand under Lydia's backside, feeling the wetness there. "I'd say you had a hard buggering there."

	"It still hurts," Lydia sniffled.

	"You just rest now," Lucullus said in a comforting voice as he fondled the child's buttocks. 

	Lucullus didn't know what the gods had planned for him after the boat reached the port of Ostia, but they were smiling on him now, presenting him with this delightful little boy whose nearly naked body he had been ogling since they were taken from the village. He loved children of both sexes and at this young age, they were virtually the same with their soft little asses and flat chests and bellies. 

	With his free hand, Lucullus ran his hand all over Lydia's front, marveling at the warmth and smoothness of the child's skin. He felt the tot relax on his lap, calmed by the soothing touches from the old man's crafty hands. 

	"That's it, just relax," he whispered. "Nice and easy now."

	He slipped his hand under the front of the child's tiny loincloth, his fingers prepared to capture a little cock. To his surprise, what met him was a smooth young mound with a small cleft in the middle.

	"Oho," he chuckled. "Someone wanted you to look like a boy."

	"My mama did that before she went to sleep," Lydia explained, nonplussed by the man's probing fingers creeping around between her legs. He made her feel nice there. 

	"That was smart," Lucullus replied. "Had they known you were a girl, you might have been dragged out there and fucked you to bloody ribbons before they tossed you to the fish."

	He felt the little girl tense under his hands.

	"It's all right, little girl," he whispered. "Your secret is safe with me."

	"Thank you," she whispered back.

	"Now, what's your name?"

	"Lydia."

	"Alright, Lydia. If I'm going to protect you, I need to make sure your girl parts are not hurt."

	"My girl parts?"

	"Yes. These right here," he replied, tapping her pudgy cuntlet.

	"Oh, they don't hurt. It's just my bottom."

	"But I need to check them very carefully. Now lie down on the deck and be as quiet as a mouse."

	Lydia stretched out on the hard wooden planks as Lucullus removed her loincloth. Naked and vulnerable in the dark, the child lay still as her legs were spread. She was shocked to feel something warm and wet on her sex and realized the nice man was licking where she peed. This was very strange, but an old man like that was surely very wise and knew all about these things.

	Lucullus slathered his spit all over the little girl's cunny, reveling in the warmth and baldness of the treasure placed between her legs. His tongue probed the child's hole, teasing the fat outer labia apart before burrowing deeper to where her opening became tighter. Getting past her inner gates, he was delighted to feel the taut barrier of a perfectly intact hymen. Such a tasty little virgin - and she was all his for the voyage!

	Withdrawing his tongue slightly so as not to damage the portal of her innocence, Lucullus licked and nibbled everywhere else he could reach on and inside Lydia's precious honey pot. Despite her efforts, Lydia moaned just as Lucullus tasted the first of her cuntlet's virgin nectar. He reached up and placed a firm but gentle hand over the little girl's mouth. Then he reconsidered and inserted part of his middle finger in her mouth, giving the child something to instinctively suck on as she was pleasured.

	If anyone else heard anything suspicious in the dark, they didn't bother to interfere. Lydia loved what was happening to her and raised her legs to wrap them around Lucullus' head. Lucullus knew the child was completely his as he felt her smooth thighs against the sides of his face and her heels at the beck of his head. He doubled his efforts and brought Lydia to a climax, blocking out the burning pain in her damaged ass.

	And so it was that a tiny six year-old, orphaned and homeless, freshly sodomized, lying on the rough wooden deck in the darkened slave hold of a boat, had her first orgasm. Lost in the incredible sensations she knew nothing about, Lydia mumbled a childish prayer around Lucullus' finger, thanking Jupiter, Juno, Minerva, and Venus for their gift that thundered through her immature sex as she had been taught to do for any blessings she received. The prayer sent in innocence at the height of her first climax reached heavenly ears and, though no one knew it then, marked the child for divine protection.

	Lucullus pulled his hand from Lydia's mouth, wondering what it was she had said while his finger was between her lips. He sucked the rest of her cum from her tight little twat and sat up, pulling her onto his lap. His cock was screaming for release as he pulled the little girl tightly against him, wedging the length of his penis between her buttocks. Lydia whimpered as she felt his hardness there, afraid of him repeating what Dachus had done to her.

	"Don't worry my little Venus," Lucullus assured her. "I am only going to rub on the outside to make me feel good."

	Lydia relaxed as Lucullus cupped a hand over her tiny mons, manipulating her pussy once more with his aged fingers while his weathered old cock slid between the silky globes of her ass. 

	"How many years have you?" he asked.

	"Six, near harvest time last year."

	"I have over sixty."

	Lydia couldn't comprehend that number. Perhaps Lucullus was as old as the rocks and trees themselves. She remembered hearing stories of the gods told by the grown-ups when she was supposed to be asleep. The men's favorites seemed to be about Jupiter disguising himself to walk the earth and ravish beautiful young maidens. The little girl didn't know what ravishing meant, but she thought it might be something fun because of how her father had laughed at the stories. She could even pretend that Lucullus was Zeus. Maybe he would even ravish her if she asked politely enough.

	Lucullus smiled to himself as he lifted Lydia up and down on his cock. She was very quiet and he wondered what the little girl was thinking as she was being molested in both front and back. Judging by the new moisture he was feeling on her baby quim, they must have been happy thoughts. At his age, he was still pleased to get an erection, but his staying power was mostly gone. He felt the tingling and sighed in Lydia's small, sculpted ear as he came on her buttocks.

	Lydia jerked in surprise as she felt the old man's hot seed spilling out over ass. She suspected that was the same stuff the bad man had put inside her bum, which still throbbed from her recent abuse. But Lucullus hadn't hurt her and even made her girl parts feel happy again, although not quite like before. 

	For the rest of the voyage, Lydia largely remained in Lucullus' lap. Several times a day, he would rock the little girl on his cock, while his fingers crept under the front of her loin cloth to explore and fondle the hairless morsel hidden there. More often than not, he would bring the little girl to climax while he rubbed his prick against her petite rump, wetting her skin with his jism. More than once, Dachus returned to the hold to look for the little boy whose ass he craved, but the man would not venture too deeply into the shadows where Lydia was safely hidden.

	One day, as Lucullus added more sperm to Lydia's butt cheeks, everyone in the hold heard and felt something scraping the hull. A few minutes later, a sailor shouted through the grating that they had arrived at Ostia, the port city of Rome. Then some slavers came into the hold, some with spears at the ready while others clamped chains on their captives. 

	Lydia was jerked to her feet by an unseen hand and was placed in cuffs. She tried to find Lucullus, who had still been sitting, but she was pulled from the hold with the others. Due to her size, she was not chained to the others as the slavers didn't see a small boy being much of a flight risk. One of the slavers hung the end of the chain from her cuffs to a hook on a post while the rest were herded from the boat. 

	"Well, well, my little fuck meat has finally come out of his hole."

	Lydia jerked her head around to see Dachus leering at her. No one else was looking their way and the man knew about it. 

	"Your little ass was so delicious, but I couldn't find you for a second helping. But now here we are. I'll make sure your asshole is good and bleeding so that every one at the slave market will know what you're good for."

	With a loud crack, one of the boat's secondary mooring lines suddenly broke and came hissing through the air until it struck Dachus in the chest. The man shrieked and spun, falling off the dock and into the water. Like most sailors, he could not swim and thrashed about in the sewage and filth-infested waters of the harbor. 

	The garbage in the water always attracted plenty of sharks. Now they responded to the panicked flailing of some fresh meat and began to dine. From where she was chained, Lydia could not see what was happening and could only hear Dachus' screams. Others also heard and ran to the dock's edge where there was nothing they could do but watch Dachus' demise. 

	"He must have offended Neptune to go like that," said one sailor, who made a sign with his hand to ward off evil. 

	Others murmured in agreement.

	"That line was slack - there's no way it should have snapped," observed another sailor.

	"And I've never seen sharks go after a man like that," chimed in a third. "Usually they just got for as much meat as they can tear loose, but it seemed like they were taking their time with him like they wanted him to suffer."

	A slaver came and took Lydia's chain. 

	"Come on, you," the man said. "It's off to the market in Rome for you."

	He led Lydia to a cart where others were already loaded and secured her aboard it. The cart driver flicked the reigns and the slaves began their twenty mile ride to the capitol of the empire.

	"He must have died sometime in the night," said the slaver who dragged Lucullus' body from the hold. "Not a mark on him, so it must have been natural causes. He's certainly old enough."

	"Right," said the foreman. "With his age, he wouldn't have fetched much anyway. Probably a mercy this way since he likely would have been sent to the mines."

	The foreman squinted at Lucullus' face and chuckled.

	"I hope I go like him, though," he remarked.

	"What do you mean?"

	"Look at him. I've never seen a man die with a smile on his face before."



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