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Filename: sabina.txt
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story_codes: MMFFF/g(6), non-cons, semi-cons

story_intro: When Sabina travels with her parents from Rome to Egypt, she attracts the attention of a cult who prize her fair skin and golden hair. Willing to risk the wrath of the Empire, the cultists abduct her and prepare the little girl as a sacrifice to their gods. 




story_language: English



Sabina

Written by madvlad


	Being only six years old, Sabina often thought the ways of grown-ups were terribly confusing. Like the time her mother and father went to see a very important man named Augustus Caesar back when they were still in Rome. Her parents had been quite nervous because Augustus was a great man - something called an imperator. His palace was certainly very nice.

	And Sabina found him to be just as nice as his palace. Although Sabina had been told to remain perfectly quiet, she was a very curious child and couldn't help poking about to better see all of the fine things that were about. Augustus had taken notice of her and made it a point to speak to her. 

	"Are you excited about going to Egypt?" he asked her.

	"I guess," she said uncertainly.

	"But it's very important to have men like your father there to expand trade within the empire."

	Sabina just stared at him, not understanding what was so important about that. Seeing that his remark had sailed over the head of the child, August let out a hearty laugh. 

	"Well let me tell you something about Egypt that should make you excited," he said. "It's a place full of wonders and with all kinds of treasure. What would you like the most? Gold? Fine cloth? Precious stones?"

	"A little sister to play with," she answered matter-of-factly. "I've told Mother and Father this but they won't get me one."

	Sabina's parents were turning red but relaxed when Augustus guffawed.

	"But what about a brother - would that do?" he asked, still wheezing from his previous reaction.

	Sabina's brown eyes squinted as she gave him a skeptical look.

	"I don't think so. I know two boys where we live. Their names are Marcus and Titus. They always like to climb trees but I don't."

	"Ah," Augustus acknowledged, tapping his chin with a forefinger. "That does present a problem. But I do encourage solid Romans like your parents to have bountiful families so perhaps if you're a good girl, you just may get that little sister of yours."

	Sabina certainly did her best to be a good girl. But in the three months since she met Augustus, her parents still hadn't gotten her a little sister. 

	She also found Egypt to be quite confusing. People there spoke a different language which made no sense to the girl. But they seemed to be friendly enough. More than one man had approached her in the market places, promising something wonderful if she could just walk a little way into an alley or some other dark place. But the servant who was with her always whisked her away. Sabina was curious about what the men had for her, but doubted they had a little sister for her.

	She didn't understand how exotic she looked with her fair skin and flaxen hair and what desires she kindled. Of course, there were other Romans here, but mostly soldiers and merchants. A child such as Sabina was a rarity in a place where many people coveted such things.

	Tonight, the confusing world had become a little scarier. Sabina had heard the adults in her villa talking of some kind of rebellious cult here in Alexandria when they thought she couldn't hear. Among the rumors had been something called a virgin sacrifice. Sabina didn't know what virgin meant or what a sacrifice was (nor a cult, rebellious or otherwise), but it certainly bothered the grown-ups.

	Sometime in the night, the bad people from the cult had broken through the gate and were in the villa. Sabina awoke to the sounds of angry voices the orange glow of torches gliding in the darkness. A servant came for her and Sabina's mother told her to stay with the woman. 

	Sabina worriedly clung to the servant's hand as they avoided some cultists before they managed to slip from the villa's grounds. They were a few blocks away when some shadowy figures appeared. Sabina caught a flash of a knife and heard the servant cry out. Before she could ask what was wrong, a hand slapped over her mouth. She was bundled into a sack and started to cry as she bounced on someone's back. 

	When she was removed from her sack, she was in another building. She was taken to a room and remained there for the rest of the night and the following day. Then they came for her.

	They were two women, priestesses of the god, Harkemset, and they were fluent in Latin. Sabina knew about Jupiter and Vesta and several others, but had never heard of that one. The women explained that Harkemset was a new ascendant god, greater that Osiris and the rest of the Egyptian pantheon. It made little sense to Sabina, who decided all of these gods must be grown-ups to be this confusing. 

	After Sabina's sandals and dress were removed, the women made quite a fuss over the little girl, caressing her smooth white figure and golden hair. One of them put her finger into the tiny slit between Sabina's legs, finding something there that stopped it from going further and evidently that satisfied the woman.

	Sabina was lifted by one woman and held against a decorated pillar while the other one clamped manacles on her wrists. The chains were secured to the pillar and Sabina dangled for a short while before her middle was tied to the pillar with strips of cloth that wound all the way around the stone. That took the strain from her shoulders, which was a great relief. Last came the shackles on her ankles that were drawn tight until her legs were well spread. 

	Sabina's hairless cunny was partly open from the angle of her legs, showing a little pinkness inside that the women liked to touch. In fact, they liked to touch her all over her bald, tiny mound, stroking the silken skin and fondling the miniscule button of flesh at the top of her slit. It made Sabina warm and itchy inside her pussy and the women chuckled knowingly when she remarked on this mystery.

	As the priestesses took turns fondling the child's twat, they applied oils over her body. One of them sucked on Sabina's nipples, making the center of the tiny pink dots stiffen. Then the woman painted them dark brown. More color was applied to Sabina's face, darkening her lips and eyelids while adding more lines around her eyes.

	The other woman went to her knees before the chained little girl. Leaning forward, she grasped the child's quim in her mouth, sucking the hairless flesh and flicking her tongue inside the slit. Sabina felt warmer and itchier and hoped the woman would keep doing that but she stopped. Now Sabina's mons was wet with spit on the outside. And for some reason, the girl felt wet on the inside, too - deeper than where the woman's tongue had gone.

	The two priestesses chanted a prayer before placing an ornate golden bowl on the ground beneath Sabina's open legs. As they finished, a man entered. He was naked, sporting an erection that the priestesses caressed as they applied oils to it.

	Sabina stared at the stiff member. Just months before, she and Marcus and Titus, the two little boys who had lived nearby back in Rome, had investigated each other's bodies. Their innocent explorations had shown them the differences between boys and girls. Sabina had remembered the feel of the boys' small, soft penises in her hands but they were nothing like the thing the priest was sporting.

	When the women were done with him, the priest approached the chained little girl, smiling as he wedged the tip of his prick between Sabina's bald, dainty labia. The child swallowed hard as she felt her entrance inside begin to expand. Watching what the priest was doing, she wondered how something so big could fit inside her tiny cleft. But the stretching continued and she felt something else inside her tugging as it tried to keep the man from entering her.

	The priest lunged into the girl, shredding her hymen and digging into the small confines of her unready cuntlet. Sabina's piercing screams echoed off the stone walls, but did nothing to deter the man as he completely opened her virgin passage. 

	With deliberate strokes, the priest fucked the child as she squirmed in her bonds. The six year-old's oozing pussy squeezed the hard prick that was violating her, squelching out hymenal blood with every stroke. Some of it trailed onto her thighs but most of it dripped into the bowl on the floor. The priest lowered his eyes to watch where he was joined with the struggling tot. His dark brown cock was streaked with red as it raped away at the tiny, hairless opening of the little white girl.

	He took his time, keeping control so that the girl would know again and again the feel of a man's cock moving savagely inside her grossly stretched little cunt. When he finally came, his semen filled Sabina's womb and was quickly forced out of her snatch through the snug seal between her sheath and the priest's cock. Satisfied that he had made the six year-old a woman in the name of his god, he jerked his prick out, letting the swirl of blood and sperm flow out from between Sabina's stretched legs and into the offering bowl. 

	Sabina looked down and saw the gory stream from her ravaged twat and promptly fainted.

	She awoke in another room, lying on a stone table as other priests were busy readying potions, linen wrappings, and an array of implements. She brought one hand to her aching crotch and rubbed it to ease the pain. Someone had cleaned her there. 

	On a nearby table, she saw four alabaster jars with the lids shaped like different heads - a man, a bird, some kind of dog, and something else she didn't recognize. She was thirsty and asked if she could get a drink of water from one of them. 

	One of the priests shook his head and told her she would not need to worry about thirst much longer. Delighted to have such a lovely little subject to perform his crafts upon, he went on in further detail.

	"You have been honored to serve Harkemset as his concubine in the afterlife. And he in turn will share you with his faithful subjects when we cross over."

	Grateful she wasn't being hurt anymore, Sabina's natural curiosity took over.

	"What's in the birdy jar?" she asked, pointing the falcon-headed container.

	"These are the Canopic jars that will protect your viscera in the afterlife after we remove them from your body," the man explained. 

	"What's a vis...um...viscera?"

	"Your lungs, liver, intestines, and stomach."

	Sabina became scared again and put a protective hand over her pale belly.

	"Don't take my tummy out," she protested. "That will hurt."

	The priest put a hand on the girl's chest, gently stroking with one finger against the soft skin of her throat that would soon feel his knife.

	"You will soon feel no pain, little concubine," he assured her.

	Sabina, however, was not assured. But before she could say anything, a crashing noise sounded from one of the darkened halls. Someone else yelled and the priests began to scatter. The one who had spoken with Sabina draped her over his shoulder and ran down one of the halls. 

	Thoroughly frightened, Sabina began kicking and yelling. The man became distracted by her struggles and cursed as he realized he had taken a wrong turn. He turned and doubled back, failing to see the approaching figure in the dimness until a spear slammed into his middle. The hands holding the spear twisted it cruelly, shredding the man's innards until he sank to his knees with an agonized groan. Sabina tumbled from his shoulder and the priest's last dying thought was that he hoped one of his colleagues would prepare the girl so he could pleasure himself with her in the presence of his god.

	Sabina looked up in terror as the shadowy figure took her by the hand and pulled her along until they reached a room with several other men holding torches. It was then she recognized her rescuer as a Roman legionary, as were the others.

	"What have you got there, Gaius?" asked one of the other men.

	"A child one of the priests had. Poor little bastard was likely about to be cut up and mummified like these shits have done to others."

	The other soldier peered at Sabina, who was still naked.

	"That's no little bastard," he chuckled.

	"Eh?" grunted Gaius as he turned to look at something Sabina's nakedness revealed.

	"Ah so you're a girl. And not a local one by the looks of her."

	"Can I go home?" Sabina asked.

	Another man took note of her Latin words and approached. He wore a helmet with a crest on top that arced from side to side, marking him as a centurion.

	"She must be the one that went missing when the cultists attacked the trade legation," he remarked. "At least I can tell Prefect Turranius there was one survivor."

	"I like your pretty hat," Sabina said to the man, wondering why the other soldiers were suddenly turning red and covering their mouths. 

	It was a week later and Sabina was in a hallway at the prefect's villa, listening as prominent Romans in Alexandria discussed her.

	"There's no other family and her father's money was ransacked by the cultists," one man said. "So she has no dowry for the future."

	"And no one back in Rome to send her back to," another weighed in.

	"And who would take her now that she had been debauched by these filthy barbarians?" another sniffed haughtily.

	"She's a daughter of Rome!" thundered a new voice. "And I will not see her kicked to the streets of Alexandria."

	"Quintus, no one was saying that," the first man began.

	"Not yet," Quintus replied hotly. "But you were making excuses to do just that. No matter, I shall take her back to Rome with me and she shall live under my roof. And I'm sure Lucilla will dote on the child."

	It was not long after that Sabina met Quintus, a tall, distinguished-looking man. He gently explained to her that her parents were now gone but that she would find a good home in his house. He and his wife, Lucilla, had never been able to have children and were looking forward to having her with them.

	As he had other business to complete in Alexandria, he sent a messenger to his wife on an earlier departing ship before he and Sabina sailed three days later. They docked in Ostia and then went on to Rome where Quintus took her to a very large and fine-looking house. A woman in her late thirties greeted Sabina warmly, gathering the child in her arms. Lucilla was reluctant to let the child go for several more minutes until she called out a name. A young, dark-haired girl immediately responded. 

	"Livia, bathe our little Sabina and then bring her to the garden."

	"Yes, mistress," Livia answered with a bow and took Sabina by the hand.

	Sabina regarded her closely, confused by Livia's age.

	"Are you a girl or are you a grown-up?" she asked.

	"Still a girl, I guess," Livia answered with a smile. "I'm just thirteen years old."

	"I'm six," Sabina replied. "Can we be sisters?"

	"Oh no," Livia laughed. "I'm a slave. We can't be sisters. But we can be friends if you want."

	"Yes!"

	Livia washed the girl and carefully arranged her hair. Then she put one of the many dresses Lucilla had excitedly purchased in the last couple of days on Sabina but left her feet bare. Sabina didn't mind at all since she preferred bare feet over sandals.

	When they arrived in the garden, Quintus and Lucilla were reclining on couches in an area secluded by lush greenery. Lucilla nodded in approval at Sabina's appearance.

	"You have done well, Livia. You may stay and enjoy Sabina's story."

	"Thank you, mistress," Livia replied with a bow and an eager look.

	"Now, my dear little one," Lucilla continued, addressing Sabina. "You must tell us about your grand adventure among those naughty Egyptians when they took you to their temple."

	Sabina was reluctant to do so as she didn't understand why they had done what they did to her, but knew she didn't like how they had hurt her. But Lucilla gently persuaded her, assuring she had nothing to fear. Sabina described as best as she could how she had fled from the villa and eventually wound up in the temple.

	"Some ladies took my clothes off and made me naked," she said.

	"Livia?" Lucilla interrupted with a gesture.

	Livia approached Sabina and removed the girl's dress. 

	"Like that?" Lucilla prompted.

	Looking down at her bare figure, Sabina nodded. Both Quintus and Lucilla seemed to like looking at her this way, so she felt encouraged to go on.

	"Then they put chains on me and touched me here," Sabina said, pointing to her hairless mons. 

	"Come closer," Lucilla said, gesturing to Sabina until the girl was standing next to her couch. "They touched you like this?"

	The woman enveloped Sabina's bald cunny with her fingertips and began to caress her. She was skilled, gently exploring the cleft and manipulating Sabina's clitoris until the child began to wriggle. Lucilla continued until she felt the baby twat dampen. 

	"Did they make you feel like that?" the woman asked.

	Sabina nodded.

	"And then they, um, they put their mouths..." Sabina trailed off, her face turning pink.

	"Like this?" Lucilla purred.

	The woman clutched Sabina's soft, pliant rump with her manicured hands while she pressed her face to the child's smooth crotch. Her lips nibbled at the tender mound of little girlishness while her tongue slithered inside Sabina's cleft to taste the tenderness there. When Sabina's clit stiffened, Lucilla teased the sensitive thing with her tongue, adding Sabina's sultry reaction. 

	The girl was unknowingly moving to the loving she was receiving. She thrust her tiny pelvis, grinding her puffy twat against the ravenously working mouth that sucked and bit and nibbled at her. Then Lucilla's tongue plunged far into her snatch, making the child buck frantically, moaning until something released in her loins.

	With a protracted groan, she started to slump with only Lucilla's hands and mouth on her body holding her upright. Quintus watched the shocked, shuddering little girl as the orgasm coursed through her luscious young body. Leave it to Lucilla to make that cute, hairless honey pot explode and leak in her mouth in short order.

	When Sabina had recovered, Lucilla released her, licking her lips to make sure she got every drop of girl juice. 

	"Like that?" she asked Sabina.

	"Oh, you were better," the girl said with the honesty of her young age. "But I forgot, they had me all tied up when they did it."

	"Oh, we'll have to remember that the next time we have you tell your story," Lucilla noted. "It will make it even better. "I just love tying Livia up and she enjoys it too, don't you, Livia."

	Livia had her tunic hiked up and had busy frigging her lightly-haired mound as she watched Sabina being eaten. She nodded vigorously, her eyes imploring for more as she wanted to cum watching Sabina in action.

	"Please continue, child," Lucilla commanded.

	"Then a man came in and he put his big stick in me," Sabina said with a shiver.

	Quintus' hand closed on Sabina's waist and he drew her to him on the couch. The girl noticed his now exposed penis as it stood at attention. When Quintus lifted her over it, she began to whimper.

	"Don't be afraid," he said as he lowered the girl onto him.

	Sabina shut her eyes, anticipating the tearing entry she remembered. But nothing tore and Quintus took his time, slowly squeezing into her cunny as it adapted and enlarged around his cock. The six year-old's snatch was gooey and supple from her recent climax and it tightly caressed his meat as he penetrated her until he found her cervix. 

	Quintus moved Sabina up and down, the child mewling as the man's prick stroked inside her tiny pussy in a way that made that heat return. He shifted her around, even rotating her slightly to enhance the moving contact between their interlocked flesh until Sabina came again. The little girl's twatlet wetly crushed him as it convulsed, milking his cock until he unloaded, saturating her tiny organs in a very grown-up way.

	A groan from nearby signaled Livia's orgasm as well. Pleased, Lucilla beckoned the girl over, taking one of her hands and licking the thirteen year-old's fingers clean of the lubrication from her cunt. When Quintus pulled Sabina from his member, Livia turned and knelt by the couch, greedily sucking on the six year-old's cream filled cunt before licking her perfectly clean.

	Then the slave lifted Sabina and set her in Lucilla's cradling arms.

	"That was wonderful," Lucilla cooed to the dazed child. "I think my husband should register a statement declaring that we have adopted you. Once you're our daughter, our little games will be even tastier with a dash of incest added."

	Sabina lay drowsily in the woman's arms. She didn't understand everything Lucilla had just said except for the part about them becoming her parents. She guessed that the rest meant something yummy like honeyed cakes and other desserts and she didn't think she'd mind that at all.



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