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story_codes: MM/g, cons

story_intro: Seven year-old Penelope is the center of attention as another temple rite is performed. As the assembled faithful watch intently, the little girl finds herself skewered on two cocks at once.

story_language: English




In the Clutches of Rome, part 8

Written by madvlad


Note: This can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story. Reading Parts 1-7 will provide more plot and character background. Part 7 takes place the same night as Part 8.

	The main ceremonial chamber was packed in the Temple of the Eastern Ancients for the winter solstice. Mahmat the high priest and Helos, his second, were chanting back and forth, acting as the moon and sun battling for supremacy at this time when the nights were longest. Then Niri and Sena, the two high priestesses arrived, with Sena carrying a small body wrapped in linen.

	Nearly as one, the audience leaned forward as the linen was unwrapped to reveal the nude form of seven year-old Penelope. Audience members murmured in longing, their hands finding their own body parts to rub while the two priestesses lovingly oiled the little girl all over. Sharp eyes noticed how the women's fingers would occasionally slide between the hairless folds of the child's sex, oiling an area that was already flowing with nectar wrought by arousal.

	Penelope had been given the usual two cups of potion to allow her body to stretch and to help her remain calm. By now, though, the little girl knew she would be on the receiving end of sex, and although the potions had previously allowed Mahmat to sink his huge member all the way inside of her, entering her womb, she had nothing to fear. Aside from some discomfort as her tiny tube was expanded, the only thing she had ever felt was intense, orgasmic pleasure. By the following morning, her body would be back to normal with no pain. It had been the same when she had been taken by various members of the temple as a reward for the devotion, although none could go as deeply into her as the high priest had.

	Penelope's usually pale body gleamed like gold from the oil as Helos picker her up from under her arms and raised her aloft. He was shouting his next verses and those closest to the dais could see the flow of wetness from her bald cuntlet dribbling down her inner thighs. As Helos continued, Penelope rubbed her thighs together, trying to slake the itchy desire consuming her little girl sex. She had thought that it would be Mahmat penetrating her at such an important ceremony, but it looked like it was Helos' turn. All eyes focused on the priest's large prick as the little girl was pulled closer to it.

	"I take this child of the earth as the reigning moon," Helos called.

	Pulling Penelope onto him, he skewered the little girl's defenseless quim with his rod. The tiny, hairless rolls of flesh parted and Penelope groaned aloud as her pussy made way for the hardness. It took three tugs for the child's cunt to yield to this intrusion and Helos grinned through gritted teeth as he rammed his way through the taut, oily sex until his head mashed against Penelope's cervix. This would be as far as he would go, as the little girl's womb was only allowed for the high priest. 

	"I challenge your reign as the rising son," Mahmat replied once he saw Penelope wriggling like a gaffed fish on the other priest's manhood.

	Mahmat grasped the slippery little globes of Penelope's ass and jerked them apart, drawing an "umph!" from the girl. He brought his throbbing prick to bear against the dainty, puckered orifice there and heaved himself into the child's virgin ass.

	Lydia had told Penelope about anal sex and Penelope had wondered why Mahmat had never done it before. Now she got her first dose of cock back there as it bulled through her well-oiled anus. Penelope warbled wordlessly as her rump was invaded, her anal tissues succumbing to the second cock to infiltrate her body tonight. Mahmat churned his hips to work his cock against the seven year-old's tight rectum, relentlessly driving up into her colon.

	The audience shouted praises to the gods as they saw the slim, gleaming body of the little girl pinned between the muscular forms of the two priests. Penelope's smooth limbs struggled weakly as she tried to reconcile the massive penetrations she had just received. There was no pain and no tearing, but the presence of the two cocks inside of her tight little holes had brought her to the point of fainting as she felt rearranged inside.  

	Now the two priests began their "battle" as the moon and the sun. Helos pulled back and thrust once into Penelope's slick, babyish hole, making the nerves in her pussy shoot off in a climax. Mahmat felt the child's rectum wriggling and constricting around his member as she came. Once her orgasm had passed, Mahmat did the same as Helos, pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself in the child's ass in a single thrust. The force of this against her cock-filled pussy set off another orgasm, although to Penelope, it felt a little different as it seemed like the climax had begun in her rectum.

	But the little girl could not dwell on this for very long as the two priests continued their battle, exchanging thrusts in their little sacrificial sex meat, bringing her to climax with nearly every thrust. As raw and carnal as it was, the ceremony stayed true to form, with Helos, as the moon, laid his final claim, pouring his semen into the undeveloped womb of the child. 

	Signifying that the sun's days would now begin to last longer, Mahmat repeatedly pumped his prick into Penelope's conquered bottom while her sperm-soaked pussy remained filled with Helos' unmoving but still erect cock. Despite the heavy thrusts, Penelope's eyelids were fluttering as she was worn out by an hour's worth of heavy fucking. But they flew open as Mahmat finally came in her ass, giving Penelope her first feel of thick jism in another part of her body. 

	Having deeply and heavily inseminated the seven year-old, the two men lifted her from their cocks. Her body pulled free with a long sucking sound and her lower body was soon dripping with priestly semen. Worn out by her frenzied climaxes, Penelope smiled wearily to the adoring crowd as they gazed lustfully at her reddened, gaping orifices. 

	As the white linen was once again wrapped around her, she tried to say something, but no words would come as the pale fabric was draped over her face. She could see the flickering yellow of the torches, then nothing at all as she passed out.

	"And how is our Penelope today?" Mahmat asked the next morning as the little girl stuffed another slice of bread dipped in honey into her mouth.

	"Hungry," she replied through mouthfuls. "How come I'm always hungry after someone puts their thing in me the night before?"

	"It takes a lot of energy for a young one such as yourself to take a man inside of her," the priest said. "And you did very well last night. Our faithful were quite pleased."

	"And did they do that orby stuff after I went to bed?" she asked.

	"Orb-? Ah, you mean an orgy? Yes, they did, inspired by you."

	"I like making people happy," Penelope said as she chewed thoughtfully on another slice of bread. "So does Lydia. I like those games we play when I can rub against her while you put your thing in my girl parts and in her bottom. But why don't you put it in her girl parts?"

	"All in good time, Penelope. Would you like to see that?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Then we shall do it soon."

	

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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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