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story_codes: F/g, oral, interracial, cons

story_intro: As Lydia becomes the favorite pet of the working girls at the brothel, one in particular takes an interest in the little slave. Irgala, from Africa, teaches Lydia about what females can do with each other, even when was is only a six year-old virgin.

story_language: English




In the Clutches of Rome, part 3

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Reading Parts 1 and 2 will provide more plot and character background.

	"It won't be long now before your hair is long enough to do something more elaborate with it," Julia told the little girl as she pinned it up in an adult style.

	Julia was one of the prostitutes in the Incendia, the brothel where Lydia had come to live after being sold at a slave auction.

	"Mama cut my hair to make me look a boy so bad men wouldn't hurt my girl parts," Lydia explained.

	Julia nodded, having been raped several times before being sold into prostitution two years ago at the age of fourteen. And little Lydia was only six. Her disguise as a boy had been used once by Junilla, the brothel's owner, to trick six wealthy Greek merchants into believing they were being sucked off by a little boy. It had been a harmless ruse since the men had left quite satisfied.

	The other girls had taken to Lydia quite readily, fawning over her and letting her try make-up and different hair styles. It was also a common belief that the arrival of the little girl to the Incendia had coincided with a noticeable increase in business and tips for the working girls.

	Junilla knew that there men willing to pay a small fortune to have sex with such a young girl as Lydia, but she had kept quiet about the child with her clients so far. The first to have her cunny would pay even more dearly as he would be taking her virginity as well. 
On the ocean voyage to Rome following her village's destruction, Lydia had been forcefully taken in the ass in the dark of night by a man who had mistaken her for a boy. Another man, a fellow captive, had been gentler, licking and fondling her to repeated orgasms for the rest of the trip while he rubbed himself to ejaculation between her small buttocks.

	"Well, I think you look like a young lady," Julia announced when she was done.

	There was a polished bronze mirror in the room where the prostitutes could check themselves before going to meet customers and Lydia was clearly happy with the results she saw. She threw herself into Julia's arms, hugging her and giving her a peck on the cheek.

	"It's so beautiful!" she cried and scampered off to explore more of the brothel grounds.

	Julia smiled as she left, giving the hairdo maybe a half hour before it came undone during the child's romping about. Lydia's first stop was at the guard portal at the gate of the walled compound, where Junilla always had a retired legionary posted. Raffo was on watch and he was Lydia's favorite. She loved to run around his legs, darting away from his reach until he finally caught her.

	"Now I've got you," he growled as he scooped up the happily screeching child. "And I'm going to roast you and have you for supper."

	"Nooo!" Lydia laughed, squirming in his arms.

	Raffo set her down and gave her a playful swat on her rump.

	"Off with you, then," he said good-naturedly. "We've got customers coming soon and I've got to make sure they behave."

	Lydia ran off through the gardens. This was the time she liked best, when she could play as she liked as the day was starting to cool. Junilla always had her come inside just before the brothel opened for business as she didn't want customers to know about Lydia yet. She had no concerns about the girl wandering the grounds as the luxurious brothel and its gardens were protected by a high wall as were many estates and temples in Rome.

	Lydia crept along the wall lined with thick, flowering shrubs that separated the Incendia from a place next door called the Temple of the Eastern Ancients. She didn't know what went on there, but she had heard the working girls in the brothel talking about strange ceremonies that went on there. There were many religions and cults that were practiced openly in Rome, but Lydia had always prayed to Jupiter and his pantheon as her parents had taught her.

	On some previous evenings, she had heard some strange singing from the temple that had intrigued her. Now, she was walking along when she noticed a space near the ground where she could crawl between the shrubs. She immediately went to her hands, undoing most of Julia's work by the time she had worked her way through. Lydia stood up and surveyed the area.

	There were perhaps two feet of space between the shrubs and the actual wall - plenty for the little girl to comfortably walk along. Slowly, she explored this hidden place until she came across an old, rusty iron gate in the wall. It would not open, but Lydia could peer through it. The wall on the other side was covered in flowering vines and there were a few spaces where Lydia could spy through to see the temple.

	It had been a large villa until its previous owner had accumulated debts and sold it to temple members. The architecture was quite Roman, but strange symbols had been painted in various places on the outside.

	Lydia saw a tall man walk out from the front, looking to the sky has he muttered some incantations. He was tall with a shaved head and a hooked nose. His bronze skin was covered with tattoos and Lydia thought he looked familiar.

	Finally, she remembered him as the man who had bought Penelope, another little girl her age, at the slave auction where Lydia had been purchased by Junilla. Lydia's heart leapt. If he was here, then maybe Penelope was, too.

	She watched for friend whom she had only known for a few minutes, but no one else was outside the villa. When she heard Ursula, the freed slave who had chosen to remain with Junilla, calling for her, the girl reluctantly left her secret place.

	"It's time to come inside," Ursula said as she brushed some leaves from Lydia's hair. "It looks like you were having fun."

	"Uh huh."

	Lydia wanted to tell Ursula about what she had found. The woman had willingly taken responsibility for Lydia's training and they shared a special bond. Lydia had told her about Penelope before, but she wanted to wait and see if she could find her friend before revealing everything to Ursula.

	For the next three days, Lydia returned to the gate, hoping for a glimpse of Penelope. On the fourth day, she finally saw a small figure with long dark, curly hair running and chasing a butterfly.

	"Penelope!" she called.

	Penelope thought she heard her name being called, but saw no one about. She was about to resume her pursuit of the butterfly when she heard her name again. It was coming from the vines on the wall, but vines didn't talk. Even little girls knew that.

	Intrigued, she cautiously approached the wall, wondering if one of the gods or goddesses the grown-ups here spoke about was calling to her.

	"Penelope, I'm behind the vines."

	Penelope wriggled into the vines so that she was hidden by them. She was looking at the stone face of a wall when she noticed the rusty gate to her right. She went to the gate and gasped in surprise.

	"Lydia! You look more like a girl now."

	The excited children chattered about what had happened in the months since they had been sold. Although they had each been treated very well, there were no other children where they lived and they were quite happy to have found each other again.

	"Oh, I see that big man," Lydia said, spying some movement through the vines over Penelope's shoulder. "Is he scary?"

	Penelope turned to look.

	"No, that's Mahmat. He's the high priest and he's always nice to me. When the fall solstice comes and I turn seven, he's going to consecrate me."

	"I'll be seven in the fall, too," Lydia said, delighted to have another thing in common with Penelope. "But what does con...consuh..."

	"Consecrate," Penelope said. "I had trouble learning that too because it's a big, funny word."

	"What does it mean?"

	"I don't know," Penelope admitted before she leaned closer to Lydia and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "But I've watched Mahmat and the others when they think I'm asleep. I think it means that he's going to put his big man thing in my girl parts."

	"Oh!" Lydia cried. "When I was on the boat, a bad man put his thing in my bottom and it really hurt a lot."

	"I don't think it hurts when the men do it to the women here. The women yell a lot but they don't get mad."

	"That's good," Lydia said, relieved. It didn't hurt when a bunch of men put their things in my mouth."

	"Your mouth?" Penelope said, wrinkling her nose.

	"Yeah, it wasn't bad. I'd suck on them until they made a funny-tasting cream for me to drink."

	"Grown-ups sure do some funny things."

	Ursula called for Lydia, but before she left, she and Penelope promised to meet here every day.

	Of all the prostitutes who worked in the brothel, the one who captivated Lydia's imagination the most was Irgala, a tall, quiet Nubian. At first, the woman had frightened the child with the way her white teeth flashed in contrast with her obsidian skin. Lydia had never seen someone from Africa before and was sure that Irgala was going to eat her if she wasn't careful.

	Irgala was clearly amused by Lydia's action and would sometimes snap her jaws at the girl and laugh when she ran away. Gradually, Lydia came to realize that Irgala was just playing with her and lost her fear that she would end up in the exotic woman's supper pot.

	As she learned at Irgala, like her, had been brought by boat to the slave markets of Rome, she felt some kinship with her. She constantly peppered the woman with questions about her home, slowly learning just how large the world was, as Rome knew it.

	In her native land, Irgala had developed an affinity for prepubescent girl while she was in her teens. It was a dalliance with a girl of nine that got her in trouble with the girl's father, a powerful chieftain who had Irgala taken in the night and sold to slave traders.

	Lydia was the first little white girl what Irgala had met and the Nubian was anxious to have the child alone some time. She had seen Lydia naked in the brothel's large hot bath numerous times and often laid awake in her cot with her hand was busy at her crotch, replaying the images of Lydia's wet, smooth body.

	Tonight, one of Irgala's regulars had reserved her for later in the night. The man, a well-to-do nobleman, did not like to have Irgala after someone else had cum in her that night and so he always paid Junilla extra to keep Irgala fresh until he arrived. Spying Lydia in the hall where the private quarters were, she invited her to her room.

	The Nubian's room smelled of exotic incense. Lydia spotted a small shrine in the corner with miniature wooden deities and a cup.

	"Are those your gods?" the girl asked.

	"Yes," Irgala replied, naming each one for her.

	"Can they hear you from so far away?"

	"They can when I offer them something very special. Would you like to help me?"

	"Sure!"

	Irgala lifted Lydia's simple shift up and off of her body, noting with pleasure that the girl was not wearing a loincloth. Lydia was calm as she had been naked with women plenty of times before. Irgala then removed her own clothing, letting her large breasts with their long, pointy nipples stand free on her chest.

	"Do you now what these are for?" Irgala asked Lydia as she held her breasts for the girl to see.

	"Uh huh. I saw women in my village feed their babies with them."

	"Yes, but they are also used for pleasure. Have you not played with yours?"

	Lydia looked down at her completely flat, childish chest and shook her head.

	"I don't have anything there."

	"You have enough," Irgala purred as she knelt in front of the girl.

	She leaned forward and placed her mouth on the six year-old's smooth chest. She licked all over, giving the area a shine before she took one tiny nipple in her mouth and sucked. The woman's hands found Lydia's ass, kneading the round little globes there while she mauled the immature nipples with her tongue and teeth. Lydia was panting heavily, but did not struggle as Irgala taught her new pleasures.

	This went on for over fifteen minutes with the Nubian intimately getting to know Lydia's upper body. She would occasionally leave the nipples to explore the hollows at the base of the girl's neck or to lick and suck on her cute little ears. When she was done with each ear, Irgala would thrust her tongue inside, making it as wet as possible, before blowing a long breath of air into it and making Lydia shiver.

	When she was done with this foreplay, Lydia's baby nipples were stiff little points on her spit-soaked chest. Irgala was reluctant to let go of Lydia's buttocks, but she released on and slid her hand around to the hairless cuntlet between Lydia's sturdy young legs. Irgala felt a frisson in her loins as she saw how different her black fingers looked as they explored the pale, fragile beauty of the little girl's innocent sex. She pulled the plump outer labia apart just enough to see droplets of dew glistening there.

	"You want this, too," the woman murmured.

	Lydia stood still as Irgala continued her loving molestation. Irgala fingered the six year-old's pussy, delighting in how soft and slippery it felt. She was careful not to damage the hymen as she stirred one finger over the delicately formed inner labia. Removing her finger, she held it in front of Lydia's eyes so the girl could see the wetness there. Then Irgala languidly pulled the finger back and sucked it clean of Lydia's juices.

	Irgala chuckled as Lydia's eyes grew wide at the sight. Pulling her finger from her mouth with a wet pop, she asked, "Have you never tasted yourself?"

	When Lydia shook her head, Irgala once again dipped her finger into the child's honey pot, this time bringing her wet finger to Lydia's lips. The little girl opened her mouth and Irgala accepted the invitation, slowly pushing her finger inside and watching as Lydia tasted a pussy for the first time. And what a better one to taste but her own hairless wonder. Having been taught to suck cock, Lydia pulled on Irgala's dark finger with her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it in constantly moving spirals.

	The burning need between Irgala's legs became urgent. Standing up, she pressed Lydia's face into her crotch.

	"Do that again with your mouth," she begged. But put your tongue out. Further, more...ah. There!"

	Irgala's girl parts tasted different - much stronger than her own, Lydia discovered. Following Irgala's prompts, she licked, sucked, and even chewed some portions of this mysterious place between the Nubian's strong thighs. She remembered the old man. Lucullus, doing the same thing to her in the slave hold in the galley that night months ago.

	Remembering the prayer she had said then, she silently offered it up again to Jupiter, Juno, Minerva, and Venus while her mouth worked on Irgala's pussy.

	The Nubian woman felt as if she had been struck in her lower belly by a thunderbolt. She had never had an orgasm even close to this intense. Her throat muscles locked and prevented her from screaming as she came furiously on Lydia's face. She didn't know how long it had lasted, but she nearly blacked out before she could begin to recover.

	Slumping on the bed, Irgala panted hard until she felt her strength return. Lydia stood by the bed, watching her with big brown eyes.

	"Did I do that right?" the little girl asked.

	Irgala moaned and grabbed Lydia by the buttocks and pulling her onto the bed. The Nubian's heat was up as she placed the girl on her back and spread her legs. Licking her lips as she stared at Lydia's bald little pussy, she growled, "I must have you now."

	She thrust her mouth against the six year-old's groin, sealing her thick, black lips against the creamy little mound and devoured Lydia's juice treat.

	"Ungh, uh...ah...ohhh," was all Lydia could manage to say as her immature pussy was pummeled and sucked by the woman's ravenous mouth. When Irgala felt the first spasm of the pretty pink interior around her quim-probing tongue, she placed a hand over Lydia's mouth, muffling the child's orgasmic scream just in time. Irgala's pussy lurched with a small orgasm as she tasted the burst of juices from Lydia's cuntlet. Not every girl could produce like this and Irgala knew what she needed to do next.

	Lydia was drained, but Irgala was not yet finished. She retrieved the cup from the shrine and sat back down on the bed. Then she pulled Lydia's limp body onto her lap, coaxing the girl into a sitting position. Placing one of her big black tits against the little girl's mouth, she soon had Lydia suckling on her with all of the skills of an experienced cocksucker.

	Pulling the girl's legs apart again, she diddled the hairless mound. Lydia's clit stiffened and she moaned against the woman's breast as her pussy grew hotter once more. Irgala needed her other hand free so she released Lydia's head and shifted the girl in her lap to make her sit upright. Lydia looked down as the ebony fingers squeezed and stroked her pale little quim which was now a wet mess. Threads of bubbly pussy juice coated every surface, black and white anywhere near her tiny slit.

	With her free hand, Irgala slid the cup under Lydia's crotch, catching all that dribbled from the bald mound. The tightness was there again between Lydia's trembling thighs; the pulsing and the heat that signaled the onset of another one of those magical events. The gurgling sounds of Irgala's fingers in her quim enhanced her arousal and Lydia came again, sending a modest stream of girl cum pattering into the cup.

	Irgala laid Lydia on her side, letting her watch from the bed as the Nubian presented the cup containing the little girl's nectar to her gods. The prayers were sent, aided by the gift of the child's sweet essence.




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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.


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