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story_codes: M/g, first, cons

story_intro: As Lydia is getting her cherry popped, it is also time for seven year-old Penelope to loose her virginity. For Penelope, this will take place during sacred temple rites and before a large audience.

story_language: English



In the Clutches of Rome, part 5

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Reading Parts 1-4 will provide more plot and character background. Part 5 takes place on the same night as Part 4.

	Penelope walked into the private chambers in the Temple of the Eastern Ancients after both she and Lydia had been called away from the gate in the wall where the seven year-olds would meet. Lydia, purchased as a slave and living in a brothel, would have her first customer between her legs tonight. Penelope, purchased by the temple at the same auction, lived at the temple where she was being prepared to be a temple prostitute, participating in certain ceremonies and serving as a reward for the temple faithful.

	Tonight, in a ceremony to honor the autumn equinox, she would be "consecrated" by Mahmat, the temple high priest. Penelope had an inkling that this would entail him putting his huge member into the tiny slit between her legs. She had seen him doing that with other women and everyone appeared to enjoy it. Still, the idea of him putting something so big into her was daunting.

	The high priest had always treated her well and would sometimes carry her on his shoulders as he told her stories of the old gods from faraway places that they worshipped. Mahmat was a very tall man with a shaved head and dark eyes. His arms were covered with strange tattoos and he had explained a few of them to the little girl during their walks.

	Two sisters, Niri and Sena, serviced as the high priestesses. They could have passed as relatives of Penelope's with their dark hair and eyes, although their hair was straight and the skin was a deep shade of olive.

	Where Mahmat and the other priests and priestesses had not done anything sexually with Penelope yet, Niri and Sena would often take Penelope with them into a private chamber or the bath where they taught her what it felt like to be kissed all over. The women would also use their skilled fingers in certain places on the child's body that produced little shivers of delight in Penelope. When she became consecrated, they told her, she would discover how large and powerful those little shivers could become.

	Penelope had watched from a second floor window as temple members arrived for the ceremonies. Many were well-to-do Roman citizens, including senators and other nobles. The little girl didn't know there names and it wouldn't have mattered if she did, but other "proper" people in the Empire would have been scandalized to learn who followed the outlandish cult. Some of the wealthiest men and women were there along with close confidants of Emperor Claudius.

	"It's time for you to get ready," Niri said as she placed her hands on Penelope's shoulders.

	"What do I do?"

	"Drink this," Sena told her, offering a cup filled with a golden-orange liquid.

	Penelope took a careful sip. The drink tasted of a mix of pleasant if unidentifiable exotic spices. It would have been bitter had it not been generously laced with honey to make it more appealing to the child.

	"I like it," Penelope announced and drank the rest of it.

	Sena refilled the cup and waited patiently as Penelope finished it as well.

	"How do you feel?" she asked the girl.

	"Fine."

	"Are you calm?"

	"Yes."

	"No longer nervous?"

	"Uh huh."

	Sena looked to Niri, who quietly pulled the little girl's dress off. Sena removed Penelope's sandals. As she was undressed, Penelope watched calmly soothed by the draught she had been given but very aware of what was happening. She would remember everything from this night.

	The main ceremonial chamber in the temple was a large room with benches that were mounted on graduated tiers along two sides of the polished stone altar in the middle. Members had sat, listening and watching with keen attention as the lesser priests and priestesses conducted the early portions of the rituals, many of which included carnal acts that some fortunate members had been called upon to participate in.

	Then Mahmat entered, wearing a simple blood-red robe. Men and women watched in reverence as two acolytes removed his robe, revealing his lean but well-muscled body with its fantastic array of tattoos that seemed to move of their own volition as his muscles flexed. He chanted a prayer of "calling out", after which Niri and Sena appeared from behind a curtain. Niri was carrying a bundle wrapped in white linen while Sena carried four long, red silk scarves.

	With elaborate flourishes, Sena tied each scarf to a bronze ring anchored at different points along the edge of the round altar. Then Niri set her bundle down and carefully unwrapped it, revealing the nude, unblemished form of little Penelope.

	Two acolytes handed a jar of oil to each of the high priestesses who turned their attention to Penelope as the girl's eyes fluttered open. She smiled at the two women, who smiled back as they began to rub her with the oil. As the women rubbed Penelope down, the audience leaned forward almost as one, their eyes glittering as they watched the priestesses hands roam over the seven year-old's flawless body, transforming it into a glimmering, golden-hued offering for the gods.

	Once Penelope was completely rubbed in oil, Niri and Sena tied her wrists and ankles with the scarves. The purpose was more ritualistic than captive, showing that the offering now belonged to the gods. There was still plenty of slack in the scarves for her to move and be comfortable. Penelope turned her head to see everyone in the chamber with perfect acceptance.

	Sena took a small vial of liquid and leaned over Penelope's crotch. She spread the child's hairless pussy lips, exposing the pink inner flesh and emptied the vial into it, watching as some of it dripped through the small opening in Penelope's hymen.

	The priestesses stepped back, standing at the head of the altar while Mahmat stood at the foot. Acolytes removed a piece of the alter between Penelope's spread legs, allowing Mahmat to step quite close the apex between the seven year-old's open thighs. He began chanting, his penis growing erect as he called the gods' attention to the naked child on the altar. At one point, he placed a hand on Penelope's soft belly. The little girl smiled widely at the high priest and he returned the grin before resuming his chanting.

	As Mahmat continued, Penelope became aware of an itching between her legs. Her sensitive flesh was slightly irritated by the liquid Sena had poured in. It also made her clitoris grow stiff and she began to feel a growing need to be touched deep inside, to stop the itching and to feel...complete.

	But Mahmat kept chanting and Penelope was soon wriggling in her bonds, whining wordlessly as the heat and irritation in her immature sex increased, demanding a soothing presence inside of her. Now the child was arching her hips upward. Many hands in the audience reached beneath the folds of clothing as the watched the little girl wantonly pushing her virgin mound in the air, begging for it to be taken.

	Niri and Sena watched Penelope's frenzied writhing with excitement. They had never used their potions on one so young and she was reacting beautifully. The draught that she would drink would act in concert with the ointment that Sena had poured into Penelope's pussy, allowing the tight channel of the little girl's sex to expand and elongate more than usual.

	Suddenly, Mahmat swung his raised hands downward; clamping them against Penelope's churning hips. Her little body was slippery with oil, but he held fast as he brought his cock to bear against the tight, innocent slit in Penelope's bald mound.

	In a deep, resonating voice, Mahmat called the first god's name and bucked his hips, forcing his prick head through the child's inner pussy lips and against her hymen. The membrane stretched, but did not break. Penelope screamed as she felt the sudden expansion of her inner portal and the force against her maidenhead. There was a sharp, yet delicious pain accompanied by a deep spasm in her body that marked her first complete orgasm.

	Mahmat pulled his prick away and the audience repeated the god's name as cunny juice dribbled heavily from Penelope's childish pussy and spattered onto the altar as Mahmat held her hips up. Mahmat called the second god's name and hunched against Penelope, inducing a little more sweet pain and a lot more climax. He repeated this until all six gods of the equinox had been called. The altar below Penelope was awash in her cuntal juices.

	Penelope's eyelids grew heavy as recited another prayer, still holding her in his grasp. She was panting from her brief but fierce little cums but still felt unfulfilled. Then Mahmat's voice rose and he wedged the tip of his member inside her once more. The sex-charged seven year-old churned her little pussy against him, wanting more.

	With an exultant shout, Mahmat pulled on Penelope's hips as he heaved himself against her. The high priest's massive cock tore into the little girl with a vengeance, shredding her cherry in a burst of virginal blood as he sank into the purified depths of her immature pussy.

	Penelope wailed as she was finally penetrated, cumming immediately as she felt Mahmat's prick push against every inner surface of her baby cuntlet. Nearly each new thrust brought another climax and soon the oily little girl was shaking constantly in Mahmat's grip.

	The crowd groaned in wanting and cheered as they saw the thick cylinder of flesh disappearing into the smooth, bulging flesh of the little girl's sex, only to reappear with a new coat of red froth from the sacrificed virginity. Aside from the unlamented hymen, Penelope's pussy remained intact as she impossibly took nearly all of the high priest's impressive length.

	The copulation continued, with temple members feverishly pleasuring themselves as they saw their high priest bull his way into the screaming child as one orgasm after another was wrenched from her small, twisting body. Mahmat was in ecstasy as his cock was bathed in the wet, pulsing grasp of Penelope's very young pussy. The potions and invocations allowed him to pummel into her so deeply without causing her harm, but there was still one more step before he could release himself.

	He hammered at one last barrier, feeling her cervix soften until it relented and parted for him. Penelope, lost in another orgasm, shrieked as she felt another barrier inside of her breached, driving her orgasm to an even higher peak. The clenching aperture of Penelope's cervix added another pressure point to Mahmat's penis as he ferociously drove himself in and out of her overheated, slippery cunny. The little girl's belly rose upward with the presence of his cock so deep inside of her tight body as he fucked her womb for the pleasure of the gods.

	After over an hour, Penelope was still writhing and cumming before another priest sounded the gong that marked midnight. With a primal roar, Mahmat let himself go, immediately filling the seven year-old offering's tiny womb with his sacred seed. He came for a full minute, making Penelope's draught-affected uterus stretch and swell so that the little girl looked like she was pregnant. Her bulging little belly captivated the crowd, which became hushed with a fevered murmuring of prayers to their gods. Penelope's screams had stopped as the flood of sperm sent her to one more mind-blasting climax that mercifully made her faint.

	Mahmat remained inside of her, plugging the baby snatch while he counted her heartbeats which he could feel through his cock. After forty-nine, he abruptly pulled out, letting an enormous load of bloodied sperm fall to the altar. That was the signal for the assembled members to shed their last vestiges of restraint.

	Expensive clothes were shredded and carelessly tossed aside as the members turned to one another in a lustful orgy. Niri and Sena untied Penelope and carried her unconscious body from the chamber as the first members tumbled onto the drenched altar.

	Penelope woke late in the morning, a little stiff but otherwise feeling well-rested. The silk sheets of her bed caressed her smooth body wonderfully. Then the images from the previous night came back to her in startling detail. Cautiously, she saw up and investigated the small bulge of femaleness between her legs. Outside, it was as unmarked and dainty as before. Inside, her cervix was closed and her womb tight.

	"No, it wasn't a dream," said Sena from a chair by the doorway.

	"Did you see Mahmat put it...?" Penelope tried to ask.

	"Yes, he went all the way in and planted his seed in your womb."

	"What's a womb?"

	"It's a place n a woman's body where a baby grows," Sena gently explained.

	"I'm going to have a baby?" the little girl asked, wide-eyed.

	"Not for many years, yet," Sena chuckled as she patted Penelope's leg. "But when the time is right, Mahmat will plant his seed and the gods will make it take hold."

	Penelope held her hand to her tummy in awe. She wondered if perhaps one day Mahmat would give her friend Lydia a baby, too.

	

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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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