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Filename: lifeboat.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/gg (11,8) Men/young girls, rape; Tentacles/gggg (5-11), semi-cons, cons, preg

story_intro: In an ancient Roman city, a preteen prostitute and two younger, innocent girls are caught between a calamity of Nature and the predator attentions of a band of ruthless men. But it is only the beginning as they manage to cheat death but find themselves in a situation that defies belief.


story_language: English



Lifeboat

Written by madvlad


	The tremors earlier in the year should have been warning enough, Glaucia thought. Although most repairs had been made, many of the buildings in Pompeii still bore the marks of when the earth shifted and made cracks in the walls and expensive frescos.

	The latter made Glaucia laugh at the memory of a wealthy merchant who was literally in tears; wailing in the street about his crumbling painting. The girl had no sympathy for rich folk who spent money on things they lost. When men spent money on her, they got good use of her mouth or cunt - Glaucia made sure of that and had the repeat customers to prove it. 

	Unfortunately, many of Glaucia's preferred alcoves and uninhabited shelters had been lost in the earlier quakes. She had been on her own since she was eight years old and had made a living in the three years since selling the one commodity she always had available. Still, rent was not cheap and landlords were not very open to renting to underage whores. This was not from a sense of morality - now that was a rare commodity here - but from assurance that the renter would be able to pay. 

	In the past week, the shaking had begun again - nothing severe but enough to tell people that all was not well. Still, many of them carried on as usual. Yesterday, a drover had told her about the flocks of sheep grazing on the higher fields of Mount Vesuvius that had dropped dead for no apparent reason. 

	"Perhaps the gods are taking their own sacrifices," he had opined.

	Glaucia offered no theory of her own as she was busy sucking him off at the time. Still, her ears were at the ready and she listened for anything she could about the uneasy mountain.

	Spying a small figure with bright red hair, Glaucia grinned. There weren't many people in these parts with that kind of coloring. Calling to her, Glaucia trotted over when the other girl and her even shorter companion stopped and turned.

	Blandina's mother had been a Celt who had been brought to Rome in chains as the spoils of war. Where the woman was now, no one knew. A year earlier, Blandina had been sold at auction when she turned seven; the age that many slave children were considered useful for work. Blandina's master, a senator named Publius Silva, had her sent to his summer villa here in Pompeii as a cleaning girl, although Glaucia had her suspicions as to why the senator really wanted such an exotic-looking young girl. 

	Silva was currently not in residence as matters concerning the new Emperor, Titus, needed his attention in Rome. But the household chores still needed to be done and Blandina explained that she was being sent to order a wine delivery for the senator's return in a week.

	"It must be an important order since you brought a helper," Glaucia joked. "Or are you keeping watch over this red-haired barbarian, Tullia?"

	Blandina's "escort" turned and grinned at Glaucia, making her curly brown hair bounce with the action. It was a shade or two darker than Glaucia's tresses. About the time that Blandina arrived, Tullia's mother, another household slave, had died. The two orphaned girls had quickly bonded so Glaucia was not surprised to see them together. 

	"I'll walk with you," Glaucia said to the pair. "Maybe I'll find better luck in customers in the marketplace."

	Glaucia ended her sentence making a sign in the air with her fingers - not just for luck in her business but to help put the unsteady earth at ease. 

	"Glaucia," Blandina said after they had walked in silence for a few minutes. "What's it like when a man puts his...when he's inside of you? You know, between your legs."

	"Are you trying to get into the trade?" Glaucia asked as the corners of her mouth quirked upward.

	Flustered, Blandina shook her head, making the sunlight throw copper sparks in her silky locks. 

	"I...I think Master Publius means to do this to me," she replied. "He told me I would attend to his bed when he returns."

	Glaucia stopped to gather her thoughts. Clearly, Silva could do whatever he wished to his little slave. Perhaps Tullia would be called to "attend" to her master's bed as well. She wouldn't lie to Blandina but didn't want to frighten her, either. 

	"The first time you -"

	It was the sound that drove Glaucia to her knees, leaving her sentence forever unfinished. Everything was a blur - both in sight and in sound. It might have been a wind, something hot and furious that roared forth from Pluto's realm and into this living world. 

	Blinking, Glaucia stared at Vesuvius. Where there was once a mountain peak there now was a roiling dark column reaching for the heavens. It formed its own clouds, rolling outward ominously like the waves of a furious ocean. 

	Through the roar she heard voices. They were screaming and people were running. 

	Water. People had spoken of escaping by sea if the earthquakes returned in earnest. 

	Tugging on Blandina's arm, Glaucia shouted to her that they must go to the docks. She wasn't sure if the other girl heard her - she wasn't even sure if she could hear her own voice. But Blandina seemed to understand and they staggered to their feet. Blandina took Tullia's hand and the three of them joined the throngs heading toward the waterfront.

	Maybe the noise of the eruption was fading or perhaps their ears were adapting to it, but they could hear something else ahead - something terrible. A tenement building, already weakened by the quakes from months ago, tumbled into the streets, burying people in its rubble and closing this access to the boats. 

	As the mob turned around, the girls pressed themselves to a wall surrounding a villa to avoid being trampled. Glaucia could definitely hear better now although the airborne rumbling of the eruption was still present. A check of the mountain confirmed that it was still sending its innards to the sky to feed its growing storm. She took a step toward the fleeing masses when a man called out.

	"I know that one. Her body is for sale."

	Glaucia turned to find a group of men approaching. Normally, she was willing to conduct business anywhere and at any time, but this moment was far from normal. She tried to wave them off, but they were having none of her protests.

	"We're done for," one of them said as he pointed to the self-destructing mountain. "If we're going to die, I'd like to have some cunt before I meet Charon."

	Glaucia wanted to bolt but saw that two other men were in the street to block her way.

	"Looks like there's more than one cunt for us," another man remarked, making Blandina's normally fair complexion turn ashen.

	"They're not whores," Glaucia stated flatly. "But I'll take you all."

	She turned to the villa wall and leaned against it with one hand while she pulled the hem of her dress up with the other. Hearing a man behind her spit, she didn't even flinch when she felt his soaked fingers roughly smearing the stuff into her smooth slit.

	"You fucked hundreds of men before you've even had your first hair down here," the man sneered.

	"Thousands," Glaucia haughtily replied, her attitude masking her trepidation. 

	With his adrenaline up from the natural disaster, the man entered her from behind none to gently. Glaucia could not prevent her yelp as he filled her. His thrusts were too much and she had to drop her hem so she could support herself with both hands.

	"That's not right," he complained. "I want to see your little snatch taking me."

	Pausing, he drew his knife from his belt and grabbed the back of Glaucia's threadbare dress. She wanted to wrench herself free but she could feel the kiss of the knife's metal tip as the man sawed her dress down the back. Once he gone all the way down, he ripped the blade across the shoulders so that the garment fell uselessly to the stones in the street.

	In recent months, Glaucia's breasts had begun to slowly sprout. The tiny mounds were tender her exploratory touches and under the man's hard grip, they were a source of sheer torment. Twisting and pinching the girl's young titties, he resumed fucking her until he dumped his semen inside of her. Another man had her, enjoying the novelty of the prepubescent whore's modest chest development while rutting inside her taut cunny until he came.

	The third man wiped his hand over Glaucia's dripping vulva before smearing the goo between her buttocks. When she looked behind her, she saw the massive size of his tool and flinched. But when he started to poke it between her high and tight buttocks, she quailed.

	"Not there! I'm not a boy!"

	The man smacked her hard in the head, making it hit against the wall. Seeing dark motes and white flashes dancing in her vision, she heard him speaking as if from miles away.

	"You'll be whatever I want you to be, my little boy-bitch."

	He hammered into the slender young girl, bringing her abruptly out of the wooziness his blow to her head had caused. Screaming as the truncheon of hard meat steadily punched through her asshole, Glaucia bloodied her fingertips as she scratched at the wall. Her anus was torn and she retched out the dregs of the pilfered bread that had been breakfast while he bludgeoned her innards. It was if he was pulling everything loose inside of her as he heaved his cock in and out of the oily grasp of the youngster's wounded rectum. 

	"I'm not waiting," another man said as he threw Blandina down. 

	Stunned, the girl wept and tried to block him as he tore her dress open. Pausing for a moment, he feasted on the little girl's nakedness - the perfect flatness of her chest and belly and the hairless perfection of the diminutive slit set in her fleshy mons. 

	Settling on top of her, he lodged his prick in her cleft, making her labia bulge obscenely before he found the small opening he sought. Heaving, he shredded the eight year-old's hymen and kept pushing until her cervix stubbornly halted him. With her blood lubricating him inside the tightness of her heated passage, he fucked with abandon, sluicing his cock in and out of the deflowered child's tiny pussy. 

	Hearing Blandina's shrieks, Glaucia tried to look but was pressed close to the wall while her man was buggering her thobbing rectal sheath. When his cum shot into her, soiling her petite rear on the inside with his slime, he pulled away right after. Glaucia felt the hot flow escaping her gaping sphincter. She couldn't help but to look down and saw the familiar whiteness of a man's ejaculation running down her legs. But it was also mixed with crimson from her anal rape. 

	Then her eyes found another man's bare ass bouncing as he was lying down in the street. No, not directly on the street. On either side of his waist, he could see the Blandina's small white feet kicking weakly as the sobbing girl was enduring her first copulation. Glaucia remembered the little girl's shy question about sex and now it was answered with a man's prick as it pounded her bruised and straining twatlet. 

	A rush of hot fluid slammed into her and Blandina wondered what had happened inside her body. As he rose to his knees, her rapist laughed as he pointed to the stains on her smooth and formerly pure white, defiled cunny. 

	"She really is a natural redhead," he shouted. "She's the same down below."

	One of his friends thought it was funny as well and quickly took his place. Blandina could only cry as her second rape began.

	Tullia was squirming helplessly as she was pinned to the wall. Her tattered dress was cut away and a man poked at the bald, pudgy mound between her legs.  

	"You'll be a tight one," he said as he lowered her to his dick. 

	Having seen both older girls bleeding, she wriggled desperately as the man tried to find the right angle with which to break her open. Just as one of Tullia's little feet grazed his ribs, the man howled and dropped her.

	He was clutching the side of his face where something had just struck him. Another small bit of flaming pumice from the Vesuvius cloud landed in his hair and quickly burned through his scalp. 

	The man on top of Blandina inadvertently shielded her from four stones that slammed into his back and he rolled away screaming. Several other men yelled as more glowing pumice fell on them. A nearby awning from a street vendor, crushed to the street from the earlier stampede, was struck and began to burn. 

	The man fucking Glaucia promptly wilted inside of her and opted for finding cover instead of abusing her rape-sodden little snatch. Although the small shower of rock stopped, the ominous sky above promised more in short order. The girls could hear the patter of more damning rain nearby.

	"Someone is in the funny place," Tullia remarked as she pointed a tiny finger through the normally locked gate where they had stopped.

	Glaucia and Blandina turned to peer at the remarkably peculiar building set back away the gate. It was low - just one story and rather lumpy as it sprawled out over a large portion of the grounds. The gardens were lush but obviously not well-tended as they seemed as haphazard as the structure. It was called Villa de Stellis, but that was as much as anyone knew about it or its never-seen inhabitants. 

	Except now the gate was hanging loose, its hinges damaged by the ground quakes. And in an arched opening of the building, a cloaked and hooded figure beckoned to them.

	Glaucia was naked and bleeding but didn't care. There was offer of shelter although in the back of her mind she wondered how long that odd place could provide safety for them. Nonetheless, she took the hands of Blandina and Tullia and began to race toward the figure.

	The rain of stone returned. One struck Glaucia's shoulder and she screamed while she smelled the smoke of her own charred skin. Feeling Tullia stumble as she cried out with a blow from above, Glaucia dragged the girl for a few steps before Tullia's little legs frantically pumped again to keep pace. 

	The figure stepped aside to let them through just as a huge torrent of pumice thundered onto the ground. A door was closed and the outer sounds were muffled. A faint greenish light illuminated a hallway but Glaucia couldn't determine the source as they were ushered inside. She heard sliding sounds behind her as other doors mysteriously closed and she was surprised to find herself walking on some kind of metal. 

	The floor ended at a pool of some sort of golden, oily fluid. When the figure gestured to the girls to go into it, Glaucia could see the bone-white hand had extraordinarily long fingers that had extra joints. 

	Something in her head compelled her to step into the pool with Blandina and Tullia. The fluid was somehow slippery - more than water could be. Warm and soothing and smelling of some exotic spice, it made Glaucia relax. As her eyes fluttered closed, she was suddenly sucked downward and everything went away. 

	As her senses returned, she was tumbling in liquid and propelled by the current. Disoriented, she could tell which way was up until she was pushed to the surface. The air against her face was a shock and she suddenly needed to breathe. Blandina and Tullia surfaced as well, looking just as confused as Glaucia felt. 

	"There are steps you can use to get out."

	The fluid had pushed them to the edge of the pool and the girls quickly found their footing. Glaucia winced in anticipation of the pain in her groin and rear but found there was none. Checking her shoulder, she found no evidence of the burn the volcanic rock had caused. She saw Blandina was moving easily despite her rape and wondered if this strange liquid had healed them.

	As they climbed from the pool, Glaucia saw that they were in some kind of room where gentle light seemed to emanate from the ceiling and walls. There were at least a dozen other girls, all nude like them, lounging on couches or eating. 

	Waiting at the top of the pool steps was a blonde girl perhaps slightly older than Glaucia. At least she was slightly more developed with her breasts a little fuller and the beginnings of maturity in the curves of her hips although her vulva was still completely bare.

	"Hail, Caesar," the girl said with a hint of bemusement. "And who claims the title today?"

	"Titus does, of course," Glaucia answered. "He has for a couple of months since his father, Vespasian died. Where have you been?"

	"In here," the girl laughed. "Where time has no meaning. I arrived during the third consulship of Gaius Marius."

	Glaucia shrugged.

	"Who's he?"

	"A great man, so they said. He was also uncle to Julius Caesar."

	Glaucia wasn't sure how long ago the great Julius Caesar had lived but she knew his assassination had been more than a hundred years ago.  

	The other girl couldn't read minds but she understood Glaucia's confusion and smiled.

	"In here, we don't age. I had eleven summers when I arrived and I still feel that way. My name is Drusa, by the way. That is Calla - she was the last to come here before you three. It was when a man named Otho had just named himself imperator."

	A lean girl, Calla, walked sultrily toward them, looking like a wild cat stalking its prey although she had an impish grin. Her skin was black enough to have an almost bluish sheen and Glaucia figured her to be a Nubian. She nodded to Glaucia and then eyed Tullia and Blandina hungrily. Kneeling in front of Tullia, she kissed the little girl on the lips before pushing her tongue into her mouth.

	Unsure of what to do during this strange act, Tullia stood still as one of Calla's hands caressed her little buttocks. The other hand explored the five year-old's pussy with one black finger sliding into the tot's bald slit. Calla broke the kiss and stood up.

	"A virgin," she said in a musical tone. "I will wait for you, little one. What about you? Are you still untouched?"

	She had directed her last question to Blandina who sputtered and shook her head. Calla looked to be Blandina's age.

	"Good," Calla said. "We will have much pleasure. But I am hungry for other things first."

	Calla led Blandina and Tullia to the where the other girls were. The dark girl's buttocks were generous on her slim figure and shifted seductively as she walked. Joining Drusa as they went that way as well, Glaucia noticed two more of the mysterious hooded figures.

	"Who are they?" she asked.

	"We call them housekeepers," Drusa replied. "They provide food and take care of other things. They never talk about they know whatever we need."

	"What is this place?" 

	"I don't know, really," Drusa said as she took a bite of some food on a platter.

	Glaucia couldn't tell what it was but everything smelled delicious. She joined Drusa for a meal while the other girl explained as much as she could.

	"We don't really know how time passes. There's no day or night here."

	Glaucia nodded, thinking back to Calla's arrival. Otho had been one of three men she had heard about - Galba and someone else - who took power and were dead within months of their ascensions. This was after the suicide of Nero and before Vespasian came and set things right. 

	"So what's the catch?" Glaucia asked as she looked about this paradise with the jaundiced eye of a street girl. "Nothing is ever free."

	"There are the Masters," Drusa laughed. "They use us for their needs but you will find it is a pleasure like none other."

	Glaucia knew how to make sounds so that her customers thought they were skillful and she had even felt flashes of something good now and then, but the idea that copulating was so wonderful - at least for a girl - was an alien one.

	"Come," Drusa said as she got up. "We'll go to the Masters' chamber. They are nothing like you've ever seen and there are different kinds. But they are all incredible."

	The chamber was huge and Glaucia felt the warmth and humidity immediately. As she looked about, it was the eyes that caught her - huge and slitted, set in large, oddly shaped heads. Everywhere she looked, they seemed to be boring into her. Panic began to rise in her throat before whispery thoughts floated through her mind, calming her and inducing her to walk forward. She did so and stared at a dark red and black organic-looking bulb that was taller than she was. 

	The floor was sunken and Glaucia had the sensation of stepping on living flesh. The floor seemed to move beneath her and it was only them that she saw the snake-like limbs curling and shifting. A purple one rose in front of her, pointing its end toward her. The tip opened like an iris and Glaucia yelped as it squirted something oily onto her chest. A second shot landed on her crotch.

	Suddenly, she felt tight in those areas. Clawing at her painfully erect nipples, she felt her cunny convulsing and fell to her knees. A thick green tendril rose and pressed its end against her bald slit before sliding in. Glaucia wanted to stop it but more of its brethren coiled around her limbs, spreading them and lifting her from her knees. 

	"Ah...Ahhh!" she gasped as the thing fully entered her sex. 

	It thickened once inside, pressing against the tautness of her straining pussy tubing. She felt so incredibly full - not painful at all - and thought there was no way it would move inside her like that. But it did. Glaucia loudly groaned at the intimate massage as it flexed and stroked inside her suddenly gushing young twat.

	A pair of purple tentacles similar to the one with the oily stuff fastened themselves to the girl's blossoming chest and each one sucked an entire little breast into it. Each tender young mound was engulfed in a fleshy suction and Glaucia didn't think she could handle any more pleasure. 

	But a dark, knobby-surfaced member poked between her springy ass cheeks. 

	"No," Glaucia protested. "I don't like it th....aaauuuughh!"

	The girl's asshole rippled as the uneven surface of the new appendage lanced through it. Stretched incredibly, her orifice was manipulated into adjusting to the tentacle's changing shape. The nerve clusters in the girl's sphincter jangled, making her jerk as her arousal grew. As her recently abused rectum was plumbed, she found herself wishing it would go deeper.

	With an abrupt thrust, her wish was granted. The slender pre-teen's tummy bulged as the appendage flexed and worked its way through her bowels until it was fucking well into her colon. The oil that had been sprayed onto her quim earlier had been carried inside by the other tentacle and made her cervix dilate. With her uterus now open, the eleven year-old was deeply penetrated by two tentacles at one that made her tight passages enlarge.

	Every time the appendage in Glaucia's twat withdrew, a copious flow of juices came with it. More squirted out when the thing slammed back into the young girl. 

	With her arching body held aloft while her ass and pussy were gloriously ravaged and her budding titlets completely enveloped and sucked, Glaucia was in nearly mindless ecstasy. Her only thought was to completely offer herself. Gone was the calculating little prostitute who had to bargain in order to survive on the streets.

	Take me...take all of me...I am yours to have...

	And the Masters did.

	When another thick tentacle entered her gaping mouth and filled her throat, Glaucia nearly wept for joy. Her body was carnally abused in all three orifices, ratcheting up the series of climaxes that showed the girl that the females of her race could indeed experience sexual bliss. As her last orgasm crested, she felt the things inside her pulsing and the n experienced the steaming rush of the creature's ejaculation coating her innards.

	The girl was carefully lowered to the floor, whimpering as the tentacles eased from her body. Staying on her hands and knees, Glaucia felt how full her belly was while warm rivers of cum flowed down her legs from her other two places. 

	Other girls entered the room with Blandina, Calla, and Tullia among them. The new girls were probed by tendrils that lightly swept over their bodies. A wide, flat leaf-like appendage with quivering polyps on the surface wrapped around Tullia, enveloping the tot from her neck to her knees. Tullia wriggled and murmured softly as her tiny form was investigated.

	Taking Blandina's hand, Calla led her into the main area where the bulbous thing that had earlier caught Glaucia's attention opened like a flower. Long, stamen-like things waved in the air as the girls walked onto the flower. Calla stopped and faced Blandina, grinning triumphantly as one of the stamens slid its thick anther, the end containing pollen, up one muscular little leg and pressed it against her bald cunt. 

	"It's called a Hygryll," Drusa explained to Glaucia as she pointed to the giant flower. "It connects to anyone on it so they can feel what it does - and feel what anyone else connected to it feels. Calla is very much in tune with it."

	The round pollen nodules on the end of another stamen rubbed at Blandina's cleft, making her breath heavily as she was molested. She was getting wet inside where the man had violated her. But this was her own wetness and she needed more. As she watched Calla, the stamen working in her groin slipped between her cunny lips. The black girl shuddered with pleasure as more of the stamen squeezed into her sex.

	Rather than being frightened so soon after her rape, Blandina wanted to be touched the way that Calla was. Then a shove against her crotch made her hairless opening expand and the girl had the stamen entering her. The nodules were rough against her as the stamen filled her tender little pussy, agitating and arousing her to where she fell backward against the flower's plush interior.

	There were too many things at once. Blandina felt her cunny being fucked while also feeling the hot, wet clasping of her narrow channel against the stamen - both sides of the carnal joining. And then she knew what Calla's snatch felt like against the other stamen and was hit by Calla's carnal bliss as she was taken. 

	Inhaling deeply, Calla savored the four-way lust that was inundating her. She knew that the red-haired girl was hopelessly overwhelmed by the same experience - many girls were. But Calla had mastered her control, rejoicing in the experience while lowering herself on top of Blandina's prone form.

	She positioned herself between Blandina's spread legs and kissed her deeply like she had done with that other cute new arrival. Then she began to hump against her new lover, pressing her ebony torso against Blandina's milk-white flesh. The friction and pressure that each girl felt from the cunt-rubbing made Blandina moan and Calla growl. 

	Glaucia and Drusa watched as the black girl's lean body flexed as she hunched between the smooth, fair-skinned legs of her supine mate. The lesbian version of copulation between the two eight year-olds intensified as Blandina helplessly squirmed under the onslaught. Glaucia leaned to get a view of the two hairless pussies squished together as the dark one ground against the white one. At the same time, a stamen was pumping between the bulging twat lips of each little girl that oozed their lusty secretions.

	Calla found the right place and shifted her chest to make her rubbery, dark chocolate nipples flick and agitate her sex mate's light pink ones. Whining in the dominant girl's mouth, Blandina jerked her hips upward in reaction to the orgasm that viciously uncoiled in her loins. Calla slammed her gushing twat against her helpless lover's in response and relished the prolonged cum they shared.

	It wasn't until the pair went still that Glaucia realized she had ben fingering herself. Sensing her lust, several tentacles had loosely slid over her and she knew she would be taken again soon.

	"I never get tired of watching Calla have sex with another girl and the Hygryll," Drusa whispered as a purple tendril closed its mouth around one of her plump little breasts. "Calla is always controlling things there and she practically rapes me when I'm there. I love the little bitch."

	Glaucia wanted to reply but couldn't find words as a thread-like appendage slid under her clitoral hood. Then she saw Tullia's little body gleaming with some sort of gel as the leaf that had held her opened again.

	"Oh, she's been chosen," Drusa gasped. "And she's so little. Not many of us are what the Masters need for this."

	"What?" Glaucia croaked as the tendril wrapped itself around her clit and squeezed.

	"Watch."
	
	Drowsy from the warmth of the leaf that had compressed against her while the polyps ground against her skin, Tullia did not resist as tendrils grasped her legs and opened them widely. A dark blue tentacle approached her and dug into the slit of the child's bald cunt. The plump labia opened and the tentacle thrust into the girl. As her maidenhead tore, Tullia managed a weak bark of complaint before it warbled off into a moan of arousal. Stroking inside the heated interior of the child's tiny cuntlet, the tentacle slid along a film of girl juices that oozed from everywhere. 

	The leaf that had held her at altered Tullia in ways to allow her new purpose. She felt a new pressure deeper inside before her softened cervix opened to allow her womb to be penetrated. This allowed for longer thrusts inside the tot's tight honeypot and produced the first of many long orgasms. The tentacle pounded the immature sex of the child until it inflated her with its seed.

	Glaucia could see the smaller girl's tummy jutting out as it was filled before it deflated as the tentacle pulled out of the hairless slit. A heavy flow of semen followed before another blue appendage, this one lighter in color, stabbed into the little girl's gooey snatch. Tullia groaned at the new invasion, her eyes closing with newfound rapture.

	Once inside, this tentacle didn't move. Glaucia saw sphere-shaped bulges moving along the long, light blue tube toward the place where the end was lodged inside the chubby little cunt.

	"Eggs," Drusa informed her. 

	The first sphere entered the girl, making her squeal as her cunny was suddenly and briefly enlarged before the egg was implanted into her womb. Five more eggs were injected into the girl this way before the light blue appendage withdrew to allow another dark blue mate to enter and copulate with the child. 

	Tullia's tummy was already lumpy from the outside with the eggs there and after she was inseminated with another wave of potent tentacle sperm, it was round with ripe new pregnancy. In a period of less than an hour, the five year-old had been fully initiated from being a deflowered virgin to impending motherhood. 

	The hormonal changes were quick and Glaucia saw the area around Tullia's barely visible nipples starting to puff up. A bead of milk appeared on one of the little girl's freshly forming breasts before both new mounds were covered by the thirsty ends of purple tentacles.

	"Their milk is delicious and so sweet," Drusa told Glaucia as Tullia was gently lifted and placed in one area with some other young girls. "The Masters like to drink it but we can suck from them whenever we want. I know Calla will want your friend but she'll go on for hours with the red-haired girl first.

	Glaucia looked over to the Hygryll to see that Calla was once again hunching her crotch against Blandina's.

	"What happens to the babies?" she asked Drusa.

	"They're kept in a sleep called stasis. There must be thousands of them now.  They'll be taken out once the Masters return to the stars. They explained how they will get there but I can't really understand it. But they did say that this time would finally happen soon. Even then, we'll stay with the Masters wherever we go."

	The time. Glaucia gasped as she remembered the fiery mountain outside. Did the Masters know about that? She wanted to ask, but something pressing into her oozing twat while another was probing between her buttocks took all other focus away. 

	Tullia was by far the smallest but all of them had bulging bellies with purple tentacles latched to their tiny titties to milk them continuously. Like the other little mothers-to-be, Tullia's legs were spread so she could be tenderly diddled by a snake-like tendril that worked her shiny, hairless twat to perfection. Five girlish voices sighed contentedly from the constant attention while the offspring grew inside them.

	The eruption of long dormant earth was heard by no one left on land as only unhearing bodies lay asphyxiated or buried anywhere close to the strange villa. Witnesses in Misenum, located on a small peninsula at the far west end of the Gulf of Naples, reported another show of light that night, strangely silver against the constant fire of red, gold, and orange that would consume Pompeii,  Herculaneum, Oplontis, and Stabiae on the eastern shores.

	Some attributed it to the gods and others shrugged at just one more mystery among the catastrophe. Pliny, later known to posterity as Pliny the Elder, saw the definitive outlines of a magnificent airborne vessel as it flew upward. In command of the Roman galleys, he was sending them across the bay to render assistance and made careful mental observations that he intended to record once any necessary rescues were complete. 

	But he would be felled within the day, not by the effects of the eruption but by his own ailing heart. No others left here would provide any record of the ship as it departed with its precious young cargo.


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