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story_codes: MMM+/g, oral, cons

story_intro: Lydia is purchased at a slave auction by the owner of a brothel who thinks she is purchasing a little boy to use as a house slave. When Lydia's sex is revealed, the brothel madame decides on a new career path for the child. Her first customers are some Greeks looking ofr some oral relief - and Lydia is not all she appears to be with them.

story_language: English





In the Clutches of Rome, part 2

Written by madvlad


Historical Note: Temple prostitution did actually exist in some ancient religions, although the extent of it is debated today. Many religions were openly practiced in ancient Rome beyond the state one devoted to the Roman pantheon. However, the Temple of Eastern Ancients is strictly a work of fiction on the author's part to avoid offending Jupiter and having him jam a lightning bolt up my ass.

	Penelope was a pretty girl of six, going on seven in the fall. Her thick black hair hung long on her back in many curls. Her dark eyes nearly matched the color of her hair while her skin was quite pale. The slave master had inspected her and was looking forward to a very nice profit from her sale.

	Penelope was standing in a holding pen near the raised platform where other slaves were being auctioned off when she noticed a small boy close to her age standing alone. Eager for some companionship, Penelope went over to him and introduced herself.

	"Hello. My name is Penelope. What's yours?"

	The boy turned to her and smiled.

	"Lydia."

	"But that sounds like a girl's name."

	"I am a girl."

	Penelope stared at the child. She was clad in only a very dirty loincloth and her dirty brown hair had been cut off just below the nape of her neck.

	"Oh. Your hair is so short, but it's also kind of long for a boy."

	"My mother did this so people would think I was a boy and not hurt my girl parts," Lydia explained.

	Penelope nodded sagely.

	"The slave master looked at my girl parts and was happy because I'm a virgin."

	"What's a virgin?"

	"I don't know, but he said he could get more money for me."

	The little girls chattered with each other before the gate opened and a slaver took the pair of them up to the platform. Lydia was held to the side while the slave master took Penelope to the front. 

	"Here's a girl of six years," he announced. "Good skin, good health, and for those of you looking for a pretty concubine for the future, she's also a virgin."

	"Prove it!" someone in the crowd cried.

	"Look for yourself," the slave master said as he pulled Penelope's dress up.

	The girl was not wearing a loin cloth, so her hairless sex was exposed for all to see. She squirmed in embarrassment as several men crowded to the platform to look at her while the slave master spread her plump labia apart. The men below murmured and nodded. 

	The bidding was quite spirited. When it had neared its apex, a new bidder suddenly joined the fray. He was a tall man with bronze skin and a large, hooked nose. His head was shaved and his arms were adorned with colorful, strange tattoos. People near him muttered and made signs with their hands to invoke the gods' protection from him. 

	Any further bids were quickly and calmly raised by the bald man. The bidding ended and the slave master was quite pleased with his earnings from Penelope - he didn't care who had the child once the gold was in his hand.

	The bald man was grinning as he scooped Penelope in his arms and carried her to where two women in hooded white cloaks stood next to a large covered litter. The women stroked Penelope's hair and arms before the man picked her up and placed her in the litter. 

	Lydia watched as Penelope said something to the man and pointed in Lydia's direction. Lydia's heart leapt at the chance to join her new friend, but the man shook his head and patted Penelope's curly head. When the women joined their new prize in the litter, the curtains were drawn and the litter was carried off by slaves.

	Lydia's disappointment was interrupted when she was pulled to the front of the stage. The auctioneer looked at her and his notes.

	"Here's a boy of six years. Good skin, good health. A fine acquisition for someone who wants a slave brought up in a household for proper work in the future as a scribe or manservant. Who will start the bidding at 50 denarii, then?"

	Junilla clucked her tongue in irritation. She had been hoping to add a new girl or two to her brothel at the slave market, but the pickings were slim today. There were a few prospects she would have bid on, but she saw several men bidding in the audience whom she knew to be agents of Gnaeus, the slave master.

	Unwilling to pay artificially raised prices, Junilla grumbled over her wasted time. In her early forties, she ran one of the better brothels in Rome, not far removed from the Forum. She was unusual among the madams in the city in that she encouraged her girls to work for their freedom, priced at 6,000 denarii. She allotted a small portion of payments she received for each girl's services in an account for each one. The girls could also add any portion of their tips and trusted Junilla to keep an honest tally, which she scrupulously did.

	Junilla's reasoning was practical. If the girls were treated well and had something to work toward, they would work better and harder. And unlike other madams who made vague promises of manumission, Junilla had quite a few freed prostitutes. Some stayed on and worked under a different business arrangement while others went elsewhere in the city to marry or set up some other business. Junilla kept in touch with most of these and had come to develop a network of information that rivaled that of any of the schemers in the Senate or in Emperor Claudius' palace on the Palatine Hill.

	Junilla watched with mild interest as the little curly-haired girl who had just been sold was loaded into the litter nearby. Her new owners were priests and priestesses of the Temple of Eastern Ancients, one of the newer, extravagant cults that had risen in Rome over the last few decades. It was based on the worship of a conglomeration of old gods and goddesses worshipped in Phrygia, India, Egypt, and so on. 

	Junilla knew little of what went on during the temple rites beyond salacious rumor. As it happened, the main temple was just next to her brothel. But the members didn't cause any disturbances and Junilla had a nodding acquaintance with some of the priests and priestesses. In a way, their temple was good for her business as curious men who would come to gawk at the temple would occasionally reward themselves with a visit to her place. 

	Junilla had a good guess as to their purpose in acquiring the little girl. Certainly, the child was beautiful and the Eastern Ancients wouldn't be the first to have sacred prostitutes who were used to raise money for the temple or as part of their ceremonies. While child prostitution was common enough in the city, it wasn't openly advertised on the pretext of public virtue.

	Junilla had considered procuring a young one like the dark-haired beauty who had just been carried off, but the going price at auction for these girls was more than Junilla was willing to pay on the gamble that the child would be suited for a career in giving pleasure to clients. Many a man was willing to pay extra for deflowering a virgin, but the youngest that Junilla ever had to offer was fourteen.

	She was about to leave with her retinue when a little boy was brought up for auction. Clad in only a grubby loincloth, he had longish hair just below his neck. She judged him to be of Roman stock, likely the offspring of some settlers in a colony who had come across some misfortune. 

	She had been considering the possibility of obtaining another household slave. Boy slaves were far cheaper than girls and by growing up within the brothel; he might well be trained in managing household and business affairs. It seemed a wise investment to her. The bidding was up to sixty-five denarii when she nodded to Raffo, a former legionary who now worked for her as a guard, to raise his hand to bid seventy. 

	A counter bid of seventy-five was quickly barked out by someone she recognized as a purveyor of little boy prostitutes in a seamy neighborhood on the Aventine Hill. She looked a little more closely at the boy. With his full mouth and long eyelashes, he was a pretty thing beneath those layers of grime, so she understood the pimp's interest. She was about to drop out of the auction when something in her mind told her to keep bidding. She flashed ten fingers to Raffo, who promptly shouted a bid of eighty-five. 

	The pimp looked sourly in her direction. If she was going to trump his bids by a full ten denarii each time, he would be in over his head. He looked back to Gnaeus on the platform and shook his head. Junilla's bid was the last and, taking a break, Gnaeus led the boy directly to Junilla while he took a swig of wine from a skin one of his men provided. 

	"Going into the catamite business, eh, Junilla?" he said with a crafty grin.

	"Remember yourself, Gnaeus," she replied frostily. "Your slave auctions have not been as desirable of late and there are other markets in the city. If the boy is as intelligent as he looks, he may become a scribe or an account manager for me. Otherwise, I'll have another guard or cook."

	She paid the man and turned to Raffo.

	"The boy will not be able to keep up with my litter and I certainly won't have him ride with me. Please get him back to the Incendia," she said, referring to the brothel by name. "Have Ursula take him."

	"Yes ma'am."

	He turned to look down at the small boy in his charge. The lad was staring back at him with huge brown eyes. 

	"First day in Rome?" Raffo asked.

	The boy nodded.

	"You come here off a boat?" 

	Another nod.

	"Not much on conversation, are you?"

	The boy shook his head and Raffo laughed. His graying hair was cut short and he had several old scars on his arms from his time in the legion. His manner quickly told people he was a seasoned veteran of many a battle. The dagger in his belt and the thick wooden staff he handled with well-practiced hands further warned any troublemakers that he was not one to be trifled with. 

	After retiring from the army, he had worked several jobs as a guard, but found Junilla's employ to be the best by far. She paid well, treated her workers - citizens and slaves alike - well, and having to keep some boisterous brothel patrons in check was easy enough work. Despite his appearance, he was friendly to those he knew. 

	"The best way to see the city is from a good height," he told the boy. "So up you go."

	Lydia squeaked in alarm as Raffo swiftly picked her up and set her on his shoulders. He set of for the Incendia with the child's legs on either side of his neck, holding on to the ankles while Lydia held tightly to his head.

	The girl remained speechless as she took in the grandeur and seediness of Rome. Grand, walled villas sat next to insulae, the tenements that housed many of the cities residents and were often stacked as high as five stories. In many places there were market places with stalls crammed side by side, the merchants hawking everything from live chickens to jewelry to medicine. Moneychangers and soothsayers offered their services while temples and shrines packed the thoroughfares. In certain alleyways and open taverns, women in revealing clothes waited for their customers - and they rarely waited long.

	Having lived in a farming village, the sight of so many people doing so many things nearly made Lydia's head spin. Adding to the whirl of activity was a myriad of odors, many of which made her nose wrinkle. But passing one stall, the smell of roasting sausages made her stomach rumble.

	"I heard that," Raffo laughed as he stopped to take two small coins from a pouch. The seller handed him two steaming links and he passed one up to the child on his shoulders.

	"I imagine they didn't feed you well on the voyage over here," he said.

	"Mm hm," Lydia mumbled in agreement as she contentedly chewed her meal as the juices ran to her chin.

	Raffo took a few detours, pointing out various temples and other landmarks to the youngster before finally arriving at the Incendia. He knocked at the gate and was let in by a guard who manned the portal. 

	"This is Stribio," Raffo said, pointing the guard who had served in the same legion as him. "He helps keep the riff raff out." 

	"Except you," Stribio retorted.

	"Pay him no mind," Raffo said. "He's just jealous because he wasn't in the First Cohort like me."

	Stribio responded to Raffo's taunt about their military units with an obscene gesture. Raffo laughed and took Lydia down from his shoulders. He showed her around the villa, taking her through the gardens and the kitchens.

	"You'll have a room to yourself somewhere down there," he said, pointing to a hallway. "The rooms where the girls work is the other way, closer to the front. They work in different room from where they sleep, you see. Junilla prefers it that way - it helps keep everything cleaner. It's very important not to disturb them when they are with customers.

	Now, the bath is over there - great place for a good hot soak. We can use the place in the late mornings after the girls are done or in the afternoon. At night, it's for the customers."

	And attractive young woman in her mid-twenties glided into the room. Ursula had begun working at the Incendia at the age of fifteen and quickly acquired several wealthy patrons. Within a remarkable ten years, she had bought her freedom, but chose to remain with Junilla to help run the place and still occasionally entertain a client of her choosing. She greeted Raffo and the grimy child warmly.

	"We'll need to get you cleaned up, little one," Ursula said as Raffo took his leave. "And I think you're a bit dirty for the bath. I've got some buckets of warm water and rags just outside the kitchen. We'll get you washed and then to a barber."

	Lydia silently followed Ursula to the kitchen and out the door. When she reached for the waistband of Lydia's loincloth, the child clutched it with her hands. Ursula smiled at the response.

	"Don't be bashful. There's nothing there I haven't seen many times before."

	With brisk efficiency, she slid the loincloth down the small legs and was about to apply the first wet cloth when she stopped.

	"Oh, Jupiter and Juno," she muttered.

	"Mistress?" Ursula called into the room where Junilla sat perusing a ledger scroll.

	"Yes?"

	"It's about the slave you just bought."

	"Don't tell me the boy tried to run off," Junilla said crossly.

	"No. And he's not a boy."

	"So, what's your name, child?" Junilla asked when Ursula brought the girl to her with a blanket wrapped around her.

	"Lydia."

	"I see. Let's have a look at you, then."

	Ursula removed the blanket from the girl, having taken the time to wash her completely before bringing her to Junilla. Junilla eyed Lydia's small body, flawless except for some scrapes and bruises from her recent travels. When she reached for the puffy mound between the girl, Lydia trembled but did not step back. Junilla noted this with satisfaction. 

	"And she's a virgin," the madam said when she completed her inspection. "It looks like Gnaeus' sloppiness had cost him a lot of denarii today. It couldn't happen to a more deserving bastard. So tell me, Lydia. How did you come to Rome?"

	The little girl spilled her story of woe out the to two women, starting with her village's destruction, how her mother cut her hair before cutting herself with the knife, the soldiers taking her away, and the voyage in the galley to Ostia. The girl became tearful at times, but Junilla thought she was remarkably composed for one so young who had been exposed to so much. She accurately guessed that Lydia's late mother had cut her daughter's hair and removed her dress to pass the girl off as a boy. Even girls this young fell prey to the vices of hardened men.

	"So no one hurt you or touched you in places beneath your loincloth?" Junilla asked.

	Reluctantly, Lydia described in childish terms how a member of the crew named Dachus had anally raped her one night while thinking she was a boy. It was clear that the girl didn't quite understand what had happened to her, but she vividly recalled the fear and pain and how she had bled back there. 

	Then the little girl brightened slightly when she described Lucullus, the kindly old man who would rub himself against her buttocks until he did something to make them wet while he manipulated her girl parts. 

	"And one time, he put his mouth between my legs. That was the first time I felt lightning inside of me," she said, describing what had undoubtedly been her first orgasm. "And I made sure to thank Jupiter, Juno, Minerva, and Venus like Mama taught me to do when nice things happened."

	Junilla sipped some wine cut with water as she contemplated the girl before her. She remembered the little tickling in her head that told her to bid higher for this one. Maybe Lydia was being watched by the gods. 

	"Well," she said at last. "I was going to use you as a house slave, but I think we need to change your vocation. With your hair as it is, you could pass for a long-haired boy from the provinces. I'd say in a few months time, your hair will have grown long enough to look like a full-fledged girl again - men like the longer hair, you know. We'll use that time to instruct you in the arts of your new profession. And I'll have Lucides, my scribe, begin to teach you about letters as he did with Ursula. Ursula? Would you be willing to take Lydia under your wing to teach her the trade?

	"Yes, Mistress."

	"Excellent - I'll make it worth your while. I suggest starting with using her hands and her mouth. With her size, there are few tricks she'll be able to do with her other muscles as she'll be so tight anyway."

	"Do you have someone in mind when it comes time to take her virginity?" Ursula asked. 

	"A few," said Junilla thoughtfully. "I want the gentle ones - and rich enough to afford such a young maidenhead. We'll have time to choose."

	"Come, Lydia," Ursula said, wrapping the blanket around the girl. "It's time to learn about our sisterhood."

	The next few months went by quickly. Lucides, Junilla's Greek scribe and book-keeper, was pleased with how the little girl took to learning how to make letters and how they formed words. Math was a little harder, but she was beginning to grasp the basics as well. 

	Raffo had roared with laughter when he learned that the boy he had carried on his shoulders through Rome was actually girl. 

	"Had I known I had such a pretty girl on my shoulders," he teased. "I would have run off with you."

	The working girls were pleased with their young companion. At first they treated her like a beloved little sister. But it didn't take long for them to notice how the Incendia, which was already successful, had begun to thrive even more since the girl's arrival. Customers were even more plentiful, prompting Junilla to acquire two more girls, and they were reasonably well behaved and had never tipped the girls better. The prostitutes to a girl all traced their improved fortunes to little Lydia. 

	Late one afternoon, the girls had gathered to watch Ursula give Lydia her first lesson in cock sucking using a polished plaster phallus. They were amused at her attempts to try to take the whole thing at once until Ursula had her slow down and showed her how to use her lips and tongue on the head. More than one girl was turned on by how small Lydia's fingers looked while handling the life-sized cock model. 

	They showed her how to use different oils to make it easier to get in and how to get it past her tonsils without choking. In the correct position, Lydia was able to get the six inch long shaft well into her throat. From then on, it was more lessons in refining the use of her mouth and hands. Junilla would occasionally watch from a doorway and nodded with approval at how well Lydia took her training to be a whore. 

	One day, she took Ursula and Lydia aside. A group of six wealthy Greek merchants were visiting Rome while their storm-battered galleys were undergoing repairs in Ostia. Through her contacts, Junilla had met one of them, a man named Memnus. When she told him about her girls, he begged off.

	"Forgive me," he pleaded. "But with our children grown and our wives disinterested, we have devoted ourselves to indulging in our desires for pederasty with the very young. The trouble with Rome is that the places with the prettiest boys are in some dangerous parts - some places visitors from afar who don't know the city should not venture."

	"Would six years old be young enough?"

	"Gods yes! You know of one?"

	"I have a very pretty boy in my house who is not yet seven whom I've had trained in the arts of oral pleasure. I warn you, though - anything below his neck is strictly off-limits. No funny ideas about that."

	Memnus fluttered his hands in agitation. 

	"Yes, of course. I'm sure you're saving those parts of him for someone special. But to have a darling young mouth taking each of...Oh!"

	And so Junilla explained to Lydia that her first customer would actually be six men.

	"For this, you'll be called Lydus, so they think you a boy. Now you don't need to be frightened. If any of them get out of hand, just call out and Raffo will be in immediately."

	Lydia was dressed in a boy's tunic that barely covered her gorgeous little ass. Her hair was parted in the middle and brushed back, noticeably longer than it was when she had arrived earlier in the year. Some of the other girls gave her some last minute tips before she walked with Raffo to the sitting room where the men were waiting. The ex-soldier gave her a wink and she stepped inside.

	The merchants were reclining on couches, sipping wine and nibbling on fruits, cheeses, and sweetmeats. When they saw the tiny figure enter the room, their eyes quickly regarded her as the sweetest meat of all. With his long hair and lush eyelashes, Lydus was a very effeminate looking boy.

	"Welcome, young Lydus," said Memnus. "We're looking forward to the entertainment you will be providing."

	"Where should I start?" Lydia asked. 

	"I think with Memnus, there, since he arranged this pleasant diversion," another man said. 

	Lydia fetched a bowl of water and a rag as Memnus arranged his clothing to give her access. Slowly, the little girl took his flaccid member in her hands and softly rubbed it down with the wet cloth to make it cleaner. Although the other girls had described penises in great detail to her, she still could not equate this limp thing with the hard phalluses she had used for practice.

	As she finished cleaning it, she thought it was a little heavier in her hand. Looking up at Memnus with her wide, innocent eyes, she gave the head two tentative licks with her tongue. Despite his years of debauchery, the old reprobate gasped at the light, moist touch of the child's tongue. Emboldened, Lydia dropped her eyes to the stiffening prick and made several, long sweeping strokes across the head. Now the thing hardened completely before her.

	Holding the shaft carefully, Lydia lifted it and leaned in to re-wash the man's balls with her tongue. The scented water she had used tasted sweet on her tongue as she bathed the wrinkled scrotum with her young mouth. 

	Then she started at the base of Memnus' dick, which she thought was much more interesting in the way it had stiffened and stretched. The taut skin felt better on her tongue, too as she pressed her warm mouth along his shaft and moved it up, tickling Memnus with her tongue while her lips kept full contact with the cock. She repeated this very slowly and very carefully, moving up and down one portion of the penis before shifting and doing it again in another spot. 

	By the time she was done, the Greek's rigid member was shining with her spit and he was aching with need.

	"Tell me, Lydus," croaked Memnus. "How many cocks have you had?"

	"This is my first real one," Lydia replied.

	Several of the men groaned in lust at this revelation. 

	Memnus was breathing opened mouth as he watched the child lean forward and take the purple head of his cock into that small, virgin mouth. The soft, wet interior was nirvana to his senses. When Lydia shifted to take him into her throat, Memnus sensed what was about to happen and stopped her. 

	"Just suck the head, my darling boy, and use your hands for the rest. I want to see your face when you do this."

	Lydia fastened her lips just under the large cock head and slathered her tongue all over the spongy meat inside her mouth. She lifted her hands to the sides of his prick and slowly stroked them up and down. Remembering what Ursula said, she would alter her grip and change the direction of her tongue to entice the man further to a climax. She now understood what had happened when Lucullus had cum all over her ass during the voyage and wondered how she'd take it in her mouth,

	Memnus was still slack-jawed as his prick was caressed by those soft little hands. The end had disappeared into the tight seal of those wonderfully, plump red lips now stretched to accommodate him. The child's cheeks bulged and hollowed as her tongue moved and her suction varied. Even the cute little nose looked so sexy perched above his cock. 

	The other men watched in rapt attention as the tot they thought was a boy sucked her first real penis. The hem of the short tunic had ridden up to expose the smooth young thighs. From the rear, the men could see the lower half of the child's tempting little buttocks exposed with the thin linen strip of a loincloth covering the cleft between them. In a way, the partial nudity looked even more sensual, like a half-opened present. 

	More than one man was tempted to throw caution to the wind and tear away the clothing, thrusting their engorged member between the little ass cheeks and breaching the tiny depths of the youngster. But none of them had survived and thrived this long without learning a great deal of self-restraint, so they contented themselves with their fantasies with that tight little body firmly etched in their memories.

	Memnus was at the end of his run and rewarded the gorgeous sucking youngster with an eruption of sperm. She had practiced gulping a huge load of warm broth quickly, but it could not completely prepare her for the huge spurts of jism that flooded her mouth. She gamely swallowed what she could, letting the rest dribble out. When Menus was done, she started to wipe her face when he stopped her again. 

	"Leave it like that," he said as his chest was still heaving. "It looks good on you."

	Lydia turned to the rest of the group, swallowing what was left in her mouth while her pretty little face was stained with semen. 

	"Who is next?" she asked in a clear, high voice.

	They each took a turn with her, three more preferring to watch her face while she suckled at their manhood and swallowed their offerings. Two chose the deep-throat route, which she handled well-enough if not perfectly. Any lapses in that regard were overridden by the ball-boiling knowledge that they were introducing the child's tight throat to its first man meat.
Incredibly well-sated, they left, showering praise for Lydus to Junilla. After they were gone, Lydia came bounding up to the madam, excited. 

	"Look!" she cried. "They gave me shiny coins!"

	Junilla's eyes widened at the small amount of gold and silver coins in the little girl's hands. The child had indeed done well and she sent a silent prayer to Venus in thanks.

	"Would you like to keep any of these or shall I put them all in your account?" Junilla asked. 

	"Can I watch them go in my account?"

	Lydia watched with great interest as Lucides carefully recorded the small percentage of the house fee Junilla had charged the men onto a new scroll with Lydia's name at the top. Then he carefully counted the coins, explaining the value of each one to the little girl, and scratched their numbers onto the scroll as well. Lydia didn't completely understand the value of coinage, but the process intrigued her. 

	"Well done," Ursula said as she hugged the girl. 

	Junilla was also becoming quite fond of Lydia - at least as much as she would allow fondness for anyone - but was much more restrained in her displays.

	"Ursula, our regular customers will be arriving soon. Why don't you take Lydia to the kitchen and have the cooks make her something special?"

	Ursula took Lydia by the hand, listening as the excited little girl told her all about her first adventures in oral sex.

	
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