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story_codes: M/g, oral, first, anal, cons

story_intro: The night comes at last where Lydia loses her virginity. An older man has paid well for her innocence and receives more than his money's worth. He takes her in every way, inducing her to climax, and by night's end, both the man and the child have cum repeatedly.

story_language: English





In the Clutches of Rome, part 4

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Reading Parts 1-3 will provide more plot and character background. Part 4 begins a few months after Part 3.

	"Tonight, I'm getting consecrated, because I'll be seven," Penelope told Lydia.

	"And I'll be seven too. A man is going to pay Mistress Junilla to let him put his man thing in my girl parts."

	The two little girls stood on either side of a rusted gate in the wall that separated the places where they lived. Penelope's side was hidden by thick vines while Lydia's was veiled by shrubs. Both girls had met in the spring when they were sold at a slave auction. By fortunate chance or by godly intervention, they discovered that they were neighbors over the summer when Lydia first found the gate.

	Penelope had been bought by a cult that worshipped ancient gods from the east with the intent of using the child in its temple rites and, once her virginity had been taken (during her "consecration"), as a reward for faithful members. She had thick, black, curly hair that contrasted starkly with her pale complexion.

	Lydia's brown hair had grown longer since her mother cut it short to help disguise her daughter as a boy. Even then, she was a pretty thing with soft brown eyes framed by long lashes. Junilla, the owner of the brothel named Incendia, had purchased Lydia thinking she was getting a boy to be raised as a house servant. Upon discovering otherwise, she had made plans for putting the girl up for service. 

	There was many a wealthy man who would pay dearly to fuck such a young one. And Junilla was charging even more for the privilege of getting the Lydia's maidenhead. Already, the girl had orally serviced a group of Greek merchants who had thought she was a boy and the take from that had pleased Lydia's mistress very much.

	Both girls had been very well-treated in their homes. The priests and priestesses had patiently explained some of the rites to Penelope and had always made sure the child was well-fed and slept in luxurious sheets of silk.

	While Lydia's bed was not nearly as refined, she had a cozy room to herself and was perfectly safe. She had quickly become the darling of the brothel to the prostitutes, watchmen and other servants. Everyone noticed how everything seemed to have gotten better there in terms of customers and simple good luck since the little girl had arrived. Even Junilla had a soft spot (relatively speaking) for Lydia, although she was careful about when she showed it.

	Neither girl knew exactly when their birthday was - only sometime during the fall. So the adults in both homes had chosen to use the autumn solstice to mark their birthdays.
Penelope and Lydia each heard their names being called. They quickly held hands through the bars of the gates and wished each other well.

	"But what if it hurts too much?" Lydia asked Ursula for the umpteenth time. 

	"It will pass soon enough," the woman replied patiently as she arranged the flowers in Lydia's hair. "You might feel a little stretched - or even more than a little, but remember to do what we taught you and you'll be fine."

	Ursula was in her mid-twenties, a former slave who chose to remain with Junilla after she had saved enough and bought her freedom from the madam. She had a keen sense of business and had taken to performing some of Junilla's tasks in running the brothel. She had also been the one who was primarily responsible for looking after Lydia.

	After several discreet inquiries into some of her better customer's predilections, Junilla had settled on Drusus, a wine importer in his mid-fifties, as Lydia's first customer. There were others who were very interested and would get access to the youngster later, but Junilla thought that Drusus was best choice to break in the child. 

	He was lean in build, which meant he wouldn't squash the poor girl when he was on top of her. And, according to various accounts from her girls, his dick was lean as well and wouldn't overstretch Lydia's pussy to the point of causing harm. And lastly, he wasn't into to any rough sex, which meant he could show some restraint with one so small.

	"But what if Drusus is like, um, Something Maximus?" an increasingly nervous Lydia asked. 

	Ursula unsuccessfully stifled a laugh.

	"Do you mean Cleophus?"

	"Uh huh."

	"No, Lydia. Drusus is a fine man, but he's no Cleophus. Here, drink some wine for your nerves."

	Cleophus was a retired centurion with a coarse sense of good humor that was nearly matched by the Jupiter-like size of his cock. The girls at the Incendia had nicknamed him, behind his back, 'Cleophallus Maximus' in honor of his member. When he had eventually discovered the moniker, he roared with laughter and bought around of wine for everyone in the brothel - working girls and customers alike - to toast his prick.

	"And Cleophus likes some big tits to hold onto while he's rutting, so I think you'll be safe from his attentions."

	Lydia pulled the top of her low-cut cotton dress away from her body and peered at her perfectly flat chest. 

	"Nope, I have nothing to grab," she confirmed.

	Lydia was standing in the room next to a large bed - much larger than the one in her small room. The "working rooms" had larger beds to accommodate two - sometimes three - people and were nicely appointed with frescoes and ornate lamps unlike the simpler adornments in the living quarters.

	The door opened and a lean man with thinning gray hair stepped in, closing the door behind him. His eyes lit up as they found the small child dressed in white with white flowers in her hair. Her plump red mouth looked like a gift from Venus herself.

	"So," he croaked before clearing his throat. "So, you are young Lydia?"

	"Yes sir," she replied in a clear, high voice. "It's so nice to meet you, Drusus. May I offer you some wine?"

	"Certainly, child," he said, sitting on the bed while he watched the little waif carefully fill a goblet. She gave it to him and he quickly downed the contents and handed her the cup. As she refilled it again, he noticed a slight tremor in her movements. Good, he thought, she is as nervous as I am.

	Although he had occasionally found an undeveloped eleven or twelve year-old with little or no cunt hair to bed in some of the city's seedier sections, Lydia was the youngest by far. And he could have his way with her without having to worry about someone lifting his coin bag or putting a blade between his ribs. That she was a virgin was a plus, but he would have readily paid whatever Junilla was asking to spend a night with her.

	He drank his second cup more slowly and gave the rest for her to drink. She lifted the goblet to her mouth awkwardly with her small hands and drank that small remainder, staining her lips a little darker, just Drusus had hoped. 

	"You may set the cup down," he said and she set it on the small table next to the pitcher and a bowl of fruit. Some bread and olive oil had also been laid there for his refreshment. "Now come here so I can have another taste."

	Confused, she stepped toward Drusus, who pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her mouth. He pulled her lower lips into his mouth, cleaning the wine from it with his tongue before doing the same to her upper lips. The soft flesh was heavenly in his mouth, a tantalizing taste of what was to come. 

	Lydia was breathing heavily when he released her. Motioning to his tunic, he had the child help him get undressed. Just the sight of her small hands working themselves against his clothing was erotic to him and his cock was completely erect by the time she removed his loincloth. Her brown eyes were wide as they regarded what was going to be inside her very soon.

	Drusus patiently waited as Lydia gazed at his manhood, but finally tapped her on her shoulder.

	"It will be much easier if you're undressed as well."

	"Oh," she said blushing.

	Her fingers fumbled at the knot in the white cord that held her dress in place. Becoming more nervous as her attempts failed, she looked up at Drusus with pleading eyes.

	"Would you please help me get undressed?" she asked.

	Having such a little girl make an intimate request made his prick literally jump in his lap.
Leaning forward, he quickly untied the knot (although he would have bitten his way through it if that's what it took) and let the cord fall to the floor. Grasping the hem that hung just below Lydia's knees, he raised it up and pulled it over her head and upraised arms. 

	He didn't even feel the dress as it fell from his hand. Lydia was everything he dreamed she would be. Her white skin was smooth and unblemished all over the gentle planes of her body. He put one hand on her chest, feeling her tiny heart beating rapidly, before he slid it to one pink nipple. Carefully, he pulled on the bit of flesh, feeling it stiffen between his thumb and forefinger. He noted with delight at how the little girl shivered as he touched her there.

	Letting his hand drift lazily down her body, he lowered it to her one thigh and gently squeezed it and finding the perfect combination of tender, childish flesh with the underlying firmness of well-formed muscle. Sliding his hand upward, he found the outward curve of one small buttock and curled his hand around the precious orb, fondling the delectable ass flesh as he shifted his gaze to the tiny prize between the child's legs.

	The little bald mound was rounded and pleasingly plump between Lydia's smooth limbs. The lips were demurely closed together although Drusus could see a slight sheen in the crevice. While he thought the tot was becoming aroused, in truth, Ursula had applied some oil there to aid in Lydia's first penetration. At the top of the delightful little slit was a slight dimple which hid the seven year-old's clitoris. 

	Drusus had hoped to spend more time exploring this delectable and highly forbidden little creature, but his balls were demanding something much more right now. Pulling the little girl onto the bed, he placed her on her back and lifted her legs open and against her body, exposing the hairless cuntlet to his lust.

	"I must have you now, girlie," he hissed between clenched teeth.

	Lydia swallowed hard as he wedged his prick head against the tight confines of her virgin mound. Her eyes grew wet as she felt her delicate inner lips expanding around the man's prick head. Then he stopped, held in check by another part of her inside that was also straining. She didn't understand this.

	Drusus grinned as he felt the resistance of the child's tiny maidenhead. He stayed like this, feeling it try to hold back his prick for a few precious moments while Lydia stared in confusion and discomfort. He didn't want to cause the poor girl any more pain than was necessary and he had his own needs to fill. So he eased his pressure briefly, and then lurched forward, snapping the hymen. 

	Lydia let out a strangled cry as she felt herself break apart deep inside. The man's presence was huge and warm inside her virgin pussy and something else that was hot and wet burst inside as he plundered her untouched sex. 

	Drusus paused as Lydia was crying. After the initial tearing, the sharp pain and shock subsided. Leaving the little girl with a huge, throbbing invader in a place she knew little about. He patted one cheek, brushing aside a tear.

	"The worst part is over, child," he soothed. "Now I can finish making you a woman."

	He pulled out slightly and pushed himself into her deflowered pussy. He had taken a couple of virgins in his time and knew this little one was bleeding quite a bit from her tearing. But perhaps it was as it should be since this tight little quim needed all the lubrication it could get to properly accommodate a man's prick. 

	He quickly got himself up to a proper rhythm, marveling how such a tiny body could take so much meat. Lydia was no longer crying, only breathing hard as she received her first man between her legs. What she felt know was the huge, relentless hardness spreading her apart as it moved inside of her.

	Holding himself up by his hands, Drusus looked down to see the hairless rolls of her dainty pussy now stretched obscenely around his moving cock, the red stains on the smooth skin testifying to the loss of her innocence. Looking slightly higher, he could see her lower belly flexing with every thrust and got an idea.

	"Lydia, put your hands down there, just above your pussy. There. That's it. Now press down"

	The little girl put her hands just above her mons as he instructed and pressed. Her wide eyes got even wider as she felt her flesh push against her. 

	"I can feel you moving with my hands!" she exclaimed. "Just like I can feel you in my girl parts. Now I feel you two times."

	Drusus kept pumping away, delighted to be pleasuring the child. Lydia focused on her burning crotch, pressing with her hands until she felt something twitch inside her sex. Despite past molestation, she didn't understand what a g-spot was or really what her clit could do. But pressing her pussy down against this thing moving inside her make her feel like she was melting. More little twitches turned into fiery jolts, increasing in size and duration.

	"Mmph! Mmmm," the little girl hummed as the man pounded away inside her tight, slippery hole. 

	Lydia's fingers suddenly straightened and she made some wordless noises. Drusus also felt the reaction of her cunny trying to constrict around him and knew the child was cumming helplessly. He lasted perhaps a minute longer before he pressed the head of his cock against her cervix and sighed hoarsely as his balls went into spasms. Lydia panted as he filled her seven year-old virgin womb with his seed.

	He stayed there, wanting to feel the wet grasp of her little pussy on his cock for as long as possible before his arms could take no more. He rolled beside her and lay there, stretching luxuriously after such an incredible fuck. 

	Remembering Ursula's instructions, Lydia sat up in bed and winces as her abused cuntlet protested the movement. She felt the wetness squishing around inside her and looked down at the bloody mess of her crotch where Drusus' semen mixed with the rivulets oozing out from her. It was as Ursula had told her it would be, but it was still disconcerting. Gingerly, she got up and poured Drusus more wine, handing it to him as he sat up on one shoulder.

	"Nicely done, Lydia," he said between swallows. "You're now a proper whore."

	Charming to the last, Lydia blushed as she thanked him. Noticing her blood on his cock, her face lost all of her blush and grew slightly paler than normal. Composing herself, she took a rag and soaked in a bowl of water.

	"Please, sir. I'll wash your man thing," she said, climbing back into bed.

	"Oh, please do clean my 'man thing'," he grinned.

	Ursula had instructed Lydia to keep using her childish terms for body parts, knowing it would emphasize the little girl's youth and inexperience. Lydia carefully washed the flaccid member with the cloth, ensuring she got every part perfectly clean. Then, setting aside the cloth, she repeated her cleaning with her tongue. 

	"Oh, that's just..." Drusus started as he felt watched the delicate wet sweeps of the seven year-old's tongue on his prick. As words failed him, he rested his head on the pillow and his manhood stirred under her gentle swabbing. When she had cleaned him twice more, he had taken all he could.

	"Now you've raised it, finish it off," he growled hungrily. "Use your whole mouth."

	Kneeling over him, Lydia crammed as much of her mouth over his prick as she could comfortably fit. Grabbing the base of his cock with her hands, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard while she kept swirling her tongue over his turgid flesh. Drusus placed a hand on the back of the child's head, guiding her movements at an ever-increasing pace.

	Lydia's face was an intoxicating mix of the innocent and the sluttish. Her wide, expressive eyes remained full of childish wonder while those perfect plump lips were stretched tightly around his shaft as he face-fucked her. Spittle flew from around her young mouth as she fought to maintain a grip on him. Her efforts were rewarded in a salty surge that splattered her tonsils. Fighting her choking, she swallowed as much as she could while he came, releasing him and kneeling upright when he was done. 

	One gobbet of man slime dribbled from the corner of her mouth and she reached to wipe it away. But before she could, Drusus stopped her.

	"Leave it there, just like that," he murmured. "I like to see it on you. Now come lie with me."

	Lydia snuggled next to Drusus and they both dozed.

	Sometime later, Lydia woke to the lazy strokes of Drusus' hand on her body. Tentatively, she reached over and found his prick in a half-erect state. Rolling sideways over him, she licked and sucked him to rigidity. Then Drusus put his hand under her chin.

	"Climb on to it," he ordered. "You're going to learn how to ride."

	As the seven year-old straddled his cock, Drusus admired his earlier handiwork. The line of cum had dried on her face where it had dripped from her mouth, but it was her lower half that was the real masterpiece. Her hairless vulva and satiny thighs were lewdly stained with his jism and her virginal blood - the sign of a good, hard deflowering. He twisted a finger inside of her, pleased that the fluids there remained moist and warm. And by Jupiter, she was still as tight as she was the first time!

	Holding her by her waist, he guided her to his head and they both exhaled loudly as he steadily impaled the seven year-old's pussy onto his cock. He used his hands to move her and soon had her assisting with her sturdy young legs, allowing him to savagely fuck her tiny cuntlet.

	"Come on, now!" he barked. "Shake you titties for me."

	Lydia placed her hands over her undeveloped nipples and gave him an odd look. Drusus winked at her and the little girl giggled as she rode his cock. Grinning mischievously, she slid her hands down over her smooth pubis, pressing inward as she had done before to give her those juicy sensations again. Lydia came on his cock again, but this time Drusus had already been sated twice and could last much longer. Her buttery cunt was still almost painfully tight, but was now so wet he could thrust even harder than before. He moved his hands around to clutch the tender globes of her ass and held her like that as he plunged into her tiny sex tube again and again. Lydia's arms hung by her sides and her head rolled loosely as he made her bounce on his cock until he sent another wave of semen into her body to once more claim what was his.

	It was nearly sunrise, when Drusus awoke with Lydia asleep on top of him. His deflated cock had slipped out of her pussy some time after they had fallen asleep, still conjoined at the time. The feel of her warm little body against his filled him with desire again, his cock responding as he kneaded her little buttocks. Lydia raised her head, blinking in the lamplight as she felt her ass being fondled. 

	"Are you ready again, little one?" Drusus asked as he propped the girl upright.

	His hand slid under her quim, but she flinched as his finger wormed its way into her slit. 

	"Are you hurting there?" he asked softly.

	"Yes," she sniffled. "I'm sorry, I'll..."

	"Shhh. That's all right. Our last go-around was quite rowdy."

	Drusus lay there, contemplating whether he wanted a blow job or a hand job from the girl when another idea supplanted the first two options. 

	"There's another way to take a girl that I've never done before," he announced as he pulled Lydia off of him and set her on the mattress. 

	Going to the table, he took some olive oil and slathered it on his prick. Lydia giggled as she watched him. He was trying to make himself into a tasty meal! 

	But when Drusus returned to bed, he moved a pillow to the middle and rolled Lydia onto it; face down with her ass raised. At first, Lydia didn't understand his intentions, but whined in her throat when she felt him pulling her buttocks apart. Memories of the bad man who had put himself inside her back there on the boat that brought her to Rome arose. It had been a hurtful and frightening experience. 

	"Don't worry, Lydia," Drusus consoled her. "A friend with experience in these things once told me how the girl could make it easier for both of them."

	Lydia did as he asked, pushing with her bowels as he pressed against her. She was surprised when his lubricated prick pushed through her dilating anus. It was like she was pooping backward. She forgot herself and her asshole clamped down in him again, but by now he had a couple of inches inside of her and there was no backing out. Drusus eased test of his cock inside the seven year-old's wonderful backside, feeling her body heat as her guts churned against his manhood. Drusus pumped heartily into the child's well-oiled ass, spreading her rectum and spearing the tip of his cock into her colon. Lydia lay motionlessly with her legs spread as the man had his way inside her clinging anal tunnel. His pubic hairs crinkled against the smooth, taut flesh of her rump as he hammered her abused pussy into the pillow

	Lydia thought about working her hands to her crotch again, but was too weary to do so. Her bottom felt uncomfortably stretched, but there was no repeat of the agony and menace from the ocean voyage. Her mind drifted back to her small village in Eastern Greece; the village now gone along with her mother and father just earlier this year. Now a man she hardly knew (although he had treated her very kindly) was pumping his man thing into her body again. It was such a strange experience for a little girl who had known nothing about the world outside of her comfortable home some six months before.

	The hot surge of semen in her bowels snapped Lydia from her reverie. Unknown to her, millions of tiny sperm were swimming inside her little ass in futility. Her cunny was twitching slightly in response to the buggering she was taking, but now Drusus was done. The well-fucked child was fast asleep by the time he had withdrawn his cock.

	"I take it that Lydia was worth the price," Junilla asked as Drusus walked slowly into the front room. His tunic was slightly skewed and he moved a little unsteadily. One of his slaves who had been waiting the night went to assist his master.

	"I have arrived at an age where one climax a night is all I can manage," he said to Junilla by way of reply. "But with that girl, it was thrice and then another!"

	Junilla nodded gravely, while inwardly she rejoiced at the fortune Lydia would bring her.
Drusus paused and fumbled at his coin bag.

	"I understand that you are scrupulously honest when saving money for your girls to buy their freedom," he said.

	Junilla nodded - this was indeed true.

	"It is a good business practice to make my girls work hard and well for something," she confirmed.

	"Then place this in her account," he mumbled, depositing a gold quinarius and another ten denarii in her hand before lurching out, leaning on his manservant.

	Junilla's eyebrows rose at the amount in her hand, and then called to Lucides, her scribe and bookkeeper, so that he would add these to Lydia's account. Junilla chuckled to herself when no one would see. At the rate she was going, young Lydia would be free before her breasts would sprout.

	An hour later, Ursula went into the room where Lydia lay face down with her ass still propped up by the pillow beneath her. She opened the curtains, letting the sun illuminate the remains of the girl's labors. Ursula noticed the crusty stain at the corner of Lydia's mouth, and then stepped to examine the rest of her body. Ursula spied more cum stains on the girl's soft little buttocks and the blood-stained sheets told the rest of the story. By the gods, little Lydia had been one busy girl!

	Ursula gently shook Lydia awake. 

	"How do you feel, Lydia?"

	The girl blinked in the sunlight before replying.

	"My girl parts are sore. And I think my bum is still leaking. Drusus made wet stuff all over inside of me."

	Ursula picked up the naked girl and hugged her close, carrying her to the bath room where the large heated pool already contained most of the other girls who were relaxing their bodies after a hard night's work.

	"Say hello to our new little woman," Ursula called, shifting Lydia around so the others could see the dried fluids on her little body.

	The other girls answered with "Oh's" and "Aw's" and took Lydia from Ursula as the woman climbed into the steaming bath. Lydia smiled wearily as the other women passed her around in the soothing water, stroking her and welcoming the newest addition to their guild. 



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