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story_codes: MMM+/fffggg+, g/g, rape, cons

story_intro: On the verge of his retirement, a Roman centurion participates in one final battle against a minor, rebellious king and seeks some treasure to plunder in the aftermath. While he is looking for money, he sees his men plundering the young girls that used to belong to the defeated king and he is content not to participate. But somehow he winds up owning a pair of little girls with some rather desirable skills. 


story_language: English





The Centurion's Prize

Written by madvlad


	"So this Kirot, is he a king or a prince?" asked one of the centurions gathered around the fire.

	"He's a dog, now, Publius," Decimus replied to his colleague. "So says the Horse Master and that's all I need to know. And we'll hunt him down as such."

	"We'll break camp at sunrise, then - first and sixth centuries?' Publius asked, getting an affirmative grunt from Decimus. "Then I'd better make sure my own dogs are getting some sleep like good little puppies."

	"How long do you think it will take?" asked another centurion. "I don't like having the first cohort at less than full strength with those fucking Parthians doing Mars knows what."

	"Three days, maybe four," Decimus estimated before pausing to swig from a passed wineskin. "Kirot's got himself loaded down with his baubles and slaves and shit. He won't outrun us. If he tries to unload to go faster, he'll leave an easy trail to follow."

	"So that woman that came to see the general - she had good information and just gave it up like that?" another man wondered. "I imagine he paid her well for Kirot's whereabouts."

	"Or he horse-fucked the information from her," Decimus said, drawing some ribald laughter for that.

	After several years, Mark Antony was at last on the move against the Parthians who had already invaded Syria and were threatening Egypt and other eastern portions of the Roman Empire. With an uneasy peace more or less restored yet again with Octavian in Rome, Antony felt free to finally return his attention to war.

	Despite being married to Octavian's sister - a union that had thus far produced two daughters - Antony's carnal interests (dalliances aside) had laid primarily with the Egyptian Queen, Cleopatra. Cleopatra had already borne Antony twins and was rumored to be pregnant again before she left Antioch to return to her own country. Now focused solely on Rome's enemies, Antony had his legions on the march.

	Between her wealth and her status as Antony's lover, Cleopatra had done well; gaining some of her own empire's lost territories as Antony stripped minor monarchs of their power and lands and lifted other, more loyal ones to positions of authority. One of the deposed was a man named Kirot who was threatening trouble. While his forces were hardly great in number, if they truly existed at all, he reportedly had a troop of highly skilled assassins in his employ. This was enough for Antony to have him hunted down.

	In the morning, the two centuries or eighty men each formed up and marched off. As the senior of the legion's centurions, Decimus commanded the first century of the first cohort and held the title of Primus Pilus, or First Spear. It also meant that his men, a very seasoned lot, felt entitled to sing some rather bawdy marching songs about the centurion's legendary "spear" that conquered whorehouses from Gaul to Egypt and Asia Minor.

	Decimus didn't mind it as he had served with most of these men for twenty years. Looking back, he could hardly reconcile himself as the young soldier who felt ready to piss himself as he faced his first combat in Iberia.

	For much of his time, he had marched and fought under Gaius Julius Caesar, himself. When Caesar became dictator, he appointed Mark Antony as Master of the Horse, his second in command. Although Antony's title soon went away after Caesar's assassination, many of the old-timers in the legions still referred to him by that title - often in reference to his sexual stamina. So in any event, Decimus never minded that songs directed at himself since he had sung quite a few filthy ones while marching with Caesar (even during his triumphal parade through the streets of Rome) and Antony while the great men laughed.

	But now Caesar was deified ashes. His nephew and adopted son, the whelp Octavian, settled in Rome, and Antony had the legions in the East doing what they were meant to do. As the feet of the eighty men in his century clomped in perfect synchrony against the dusty road, Decimus kept pace, letting no wince betray the pain of the old wound in his leg.

	He had received the injury during the riots in Alexandria when Caesar was holed up with Cleopatra during the civil war between the queen and her brother/husband/co-ruler. As years went by, it bothered Decimus more and he finally gave notice that was retiring. Any other century could have been sent out on this small expedition, but Decimus wanted this one last fight before returning to the Italian peninsula. 

	An older brother of his, a former centurion but never primus pilus, had taken up their father's trade of blacksmithing in retirement. In particular, he made weapons as he had plenty of expertise in how they should be made. Although he had been promised a plot of land from Caesar, Decimus had no interest in farming and was going to join his brother at the forge in Brundisium. It was also conveniently located next to a ludus, a training center for gladiators. 

	As it happened, Kirot was even worse at being a fugitive than he was as a monarch. They found his poorly guarded camp on the second day and the ensuing fight was more massacre than combat. It was certainly no Battle of Alesia, in which Decimus had earned his rank of centurion, but having Kirot's open-mouthed head mounted on a spear made a satisfying trophy to bring back to the legion. 

	The dead ex-king's treasures quickly became loot. Much of that would change hands in gambling games in camp before ultimately being traded for women and wine. But today, there was plenty of wine (although Decimus kept his men from imbibing too much) and females from Kirot's retinue.

	Of the latter, Decimus let his men have their fill. Whether they had been concubines or slaves, the women and girls became the same in their new status as they were thrown to the ground and raped by the soldiers. Usually, Decimus would have joined in but he was feeling somewhat melancholy on completing his final battle and simply walked about and watched the familiar action. As usual, his men were creative in their lust. 

	A plump, now-naked girl in her mid-teens, who Decimus recognized as one of Kirot's younger half-sisters, was not enjoying her new role at all. She was howling as she waddled, doubled over, in a futile attempt to escape the rather large cock of Decimus' optio, Gnaeus, which was presently buried between her doughy buttocks. Chuckling, Decimus watched his second in command as he tugged at the makeshift reigns he had tied around the former princess's head, making as if he was taming her. 

	The teen's breasts wobbled as she staggered in her panic. Perhaps they cushioned her fall when she fell forward. Ever resolute, Gnaeus followed her, keeping their bodies joined until she landed on her knees and face. Now that she was trapped, Gnaeus buggered her in earnest. His blast of semen was the first that the fifteen year-old ever received in her body but it would hardly be the last. By day's end, Gnaeus' "horse" would be broken in both spirit and her ass.

	Decimus stepped around a fourteen year-old whose anal virtue remained intact for the moment. But it was of little comfort to her as she lay in the dirt with the third legionary of the day humping between her spread legs. After the man came, he got up and Decimus could see the girl's meager cluster of pubic hair was fouled with blood and semen.

	"Care for a go, sir?" the soldier asked.

	"Yeah, give her The Spear," another one shouted as his comrades laughed.

	"Carry on," Decimus said with a wave of his hand toward the girl's most recent rapist. "I don't fancy marching behind Quintillus, here, in any cave."

	The men guffawed some more before another soldier took Quintillus' place atop the girl.

	Another girl about the same age as the one Decimus had just passed on was tied to a thick tree limb by her wrists. Like the other one, she had obviously been recently deflowered. Her small, firm breasts were already bruised from callused fingers and strong teeth. Now, she experienced a new torment as a soldier held her from behind and tore his way through her anus. 

	"No mercy for this one," Publius, the other centurion said to Decimus. "The little bitch sliced one of my men with a dagger - damned near got the eye.

	Decimus noted the broken fingers on the girl's right hand just as a second solder got in front of her. Although the man blocked his view, Decimus knew what he was doing by his body posture and sudden jerk. The girl screamed a new as another prick slammed into her cunt, horrifically straining her overtaxed sex tubing. With the force of two soldier's cocks reaming her below the waist, her cries soon became watery groans as her strength quickly failed. Paying no heed, the men continued to pleasure themselves in her bleeding holes.

	As he made his way back to the remains of the royal tent, Decimus observed two of his soldiers with one of their massive, rectangular shields laid across two casks. On top of the shield was a young girl of about eleven or so, judging by the diminutive mounds that were barely sprouting on her chest. She must have been a slave although it was hard to tell since few female captives (and some of the more comely, younger male ones) had any clothing left on them.

	But the girl was certainly young. Her vulva was completely smooth and her labia parted as her legs were forced widely apart. She was on her back and lifted her head to plead for the man not to do what he was about to. The soldier's partner held the girl down quite easily with his large hands pressing against her thin shoulders. 

	When the soldier between her legs heaved himself into her, the girl shrieked. Laughing the man pulled his member out, displaying marks of the girl's stolen virginity. Then he plugged himself into the childish hole again. Shortly thereafter, the girl's wails were muted when the other soldier pulled her head back until it she was facing him upside down. His thick meat slid into her mouth and he did his best to get into her throat. From the way her straining neck suddenly bulged, Decimus could tell the man was succeeding while his friend noisily rutted inside the preteen's despoiled snatch.

	"Sir? Please save us."

	Decimus stopped and looked at the speaker. She was rather small - perhaps too small to get the attention of the other soldiers since there were so many other choices about. But if the pickings had been a bit leaner, she would have been used. Next to her was another girl, much smaller. 
Both children were very grimy and the best that Decimus could tell was that the older one had darker hair beneath the dirt than the younger one with the heavily dusted and matted curls.

	Eyeing the grubby pair, Decimus guessed that they had been slaves. Well, at least they wouldn't fall lower in station. In earlier years, Decimus would have kicked them aside but in these last days of his service, he was not as ruthless as he might have been. 

	Reaching into his pouch, he pulled a bunch of leather cords from it. Taking two, he put the rest back. On each strip of leather hung a small bronze medallion with the symbol of the primus pilum. Whatever or whoever had these tied to them marked them as property of Decimus. It was a privilege of rank that he had and would now protect the girls. No soldier, no matter how drunk or with his blood up, would dare cross that line. 

	Pointing the girls toward a distant tree where some wounded were being attended to, Decimus told them to go there. Kirot's personal scribe had been taken captive and was being guarded there as well as he would likely have information on and remaining followers and riches of the unlamented, fallen king. 

	As they left, Decimus considered using his medallions to secure some useful items and a bit of gold. Returning to the ruins of the camp and the raw carnality taking place in full force, he forgot the two little slaves as he searched for some personal spoils.

	Upon the centuries' return, they were cheered by the rest of the legion and then from other units as well. To one side there was some commotion and Decimus recognized the curly-haired, bull-necked man approaching whose florid face said that he had already begun to celebrate. Mark Antony himself was congratulating him and Decimus had to fight to keep from grinning like a fawning idiot.

	Nevertheless, there was much drinking and retelling of the stories (with twice as many enemies dead and at least three times as many conquered cunts as the original mission had encountered). In one of his more lucid moments, Decimus reflected that the celebration far exceeded the cause as the hunting of Kirot was little more than a skirmish with better-than-usual booty. But Antony loved a good party, especially with his soldiers. Even his enemies could not deny that Caesar's onetime favorite loved to fight hard and celebrate harder.

	It was well after dark when Decimus staggered back to his quarters - a small apartment he had managed to requisition. Although not much to speak of, it was roomier than the tent that was his home while on the march. There would be no more marching for him and these modest rooms would be his home until he sailed for Brundisium on the boot heel of the Italian peninsula. 

	Decimus noted with satisfaction that his earlier tagged items from Kirot's camp were here. There was always the risk of it being purloined although it was risky to steal from a centurion. There was a set of silver drinking goblets and a small lacquered wood box filled with semi-precious stones. Lifting a finely-tooled leather pouch he had marked as his, Decimus was pretty certain that it weighed a little less than it had originally. But there were still plenty of coins inside and Decimus had assumed that there would be an unofficial shipping and handling fee enacted by the men who transported these items.

	Decimus belched as he replayed that last thought. Shipping and handling fee - now there was something that could be used in business if he could only figure out how.

	Blinking, he turned to his bed and froze. In his startled moment, his head cleared a little from its lovely wine fugue. Sitting on the bed were two little girls he did not recognize. As they each wore a small medallion identifying them as property, he recalled the two filthy urchins from Kirot's camp.

	They certainly looked different now in their much cleaner appearance. The older one had long, lustrous dark hair hanging straight down her back that matched her eyes. Her face, arms, lower legs, and sandaled feet were the color of light honey. Seated next to her was a much fairer skinned girl with golden white curly locks and eyes of light, crystalline green. Both were exotic in their own right but Decimus was at a loss for words. He had put his medallions on them, yes, but he had no desire to own them. In his life, he had no use for slaves and these two children would be more of a burden than an asset. 

	Perhaps they were here to thank him for saving them and would be on their way. Yes, he mused in his slight stupor. That would be quick and it would all be over with. 

	"Greetings, Master," the older one said solemnly.

	Shit.

	"I am Hani," the darker girl continued. "I was a body servant of His Majesty, King Kirot."

	"He's not a king anymore," Decimus retorted. "Most of him was left as dinner for wild dogs. Except for his head. Now that is an ornament for the Horse Fucker Antony Ma...Ma...uh, Mark Antony. You said body servant. What does that mean - did he fuck you?"

	"Yes, Master."

	Decimus squinted at the girl.

	"Really? How old are you?"

	"I am nine years old and have been His Ma...Kirot's body servant since I was five. Lyra is five years old."

	"Yeah, did he fuck her too?"

	Neither girl seemed flustered by his language. Lyra stared at him curiously while Hani calmly spoke.

	"Not yet. She was traded for to be his concubine. Part of my duties was to prepare her for him but now you are our master."

	"Yeah, well..." Decimus said as he sat heavily on the bed. The girls scooted out of his way. Studying them for a moment, he belched and waved a hand in what he thought might be a royal gesture. "Give me a blowjob," he commanded and then fell back on the bed.

	Taking Lyra by the hand, Hani climbed onto the bed. She lifted Decimus' tunic and delicately unfastened his loin cloth. Lifting his head, Decimus watched in amazement as the child lowered her head and sucked on his glans. Her lips were strong, sealing just below the head while her tongue slithered around his bulbous flesh. Lyra lay on top of his thigh and lapped at the remaining exposed length of his member like a kitten.

	Speechless, the centurion stared as the two little girls gave him the most luxurious oral sex he had ever had (and he had a long resume in that regard). As they progressed, Hani shifted until she was more upright and then lowered her mouth further onto Decimus' erection. Her lips seemed to nibble at him as they slid down. 

	Moving out of the way, Lyra laid her head on Decimus' hip and watched Hani's lewd action with an angelic expression while she stroked the man's scrotum with one soft little hand. Decimus remembered the young girl in Kirot's camp - the one being raped while draped over a shield. She had been in much distress as a soldier's penis had entered her throat. But now this smaller girl was taking him in - he could feel her gullet as it squeezed him while her lips and tongue continued their indescribable wet dance near the base of his prick.

	Now Hani moved her head slowly up and down, her mouth and throat massaging the man's cock as she expertly deep-throated him while making it look easy. Decimus could only gape as she orally pleasured him. Beneath Lyra's caressing hand, his semen built up. He thought Hani would get a bellyful of his ejaculation but the girl sensed his climax and withdrew until just his head was in her mouth as he erupted inside her.

	She didn't swallow, only allowing him to fill her mouth. When she pulled off, she sucked the glans hard with her lips to keep his jism from leaking. Then she pulled Lyra upright and kissed her fully on the mouth. In plain view of Decimus, the girls opened their mouths with their lips remaining in contact with each other. Hani pushed much of Decimus' load into the tot's mouth, feeding the five year-old with fresh sperm. 

	It was evident that Hani was both servant and teacher to the younger girl. Obediently, perhaps thankfully, Lyra swallowed what he was given and then Hani did the same with whatever she had left. Then they turned to face their master.

	Decimus tried to think of something witty to say. Perhaps something would come to him if he just rested his head for a moment. Yes, just for a moment and then...he was snoring.

	The headache was nothing new when Decimus awoke in the morning. He would carry out his increasingly limited duties and if his condition made him a little surly, that was in standing with his rank. 

	The two girls...a dream. Whatever had possessed him to come up with such imagery? Dionysus and Venus must have been playing a practical joke on him.

	Except now he became aware of the light weight of two small bodies pressed against him in their own peaceful slumber. Peering at their faces, they looked so innocent with no hint of each having a man's ejaculate secured in her tummy. Whispering a curse, he managed to slip out of bed without disturbing them.

	That had been one hell of a blowjob last night but what was he supposed to do with them now?

	It had been a long day, especially after the night before and Decimus was grateful for his weariness when he returned to find pair waiting for him. It was unlikely that he would be capable of an erection this evening and they would learn that they couldn't manipulate him like that. 

	On the table was a jug of wine, some fruit and a loaf of bread. How had they managed that? Then remembering Hani's mouth, Decimus was surprised she hadn't also gotten him a whole roasted boar.

	"Nothing tonight, girls," Decimus declared as he got into bed. "And you will sleep on the floor. Let's be clear about this - I will sell you off before I leave for Brundisium."

	Hani whispered something to Lyra and then both girls removed their dresses. Decimus eyed the naked pair, ready to boot their bare little bottoms out of his bed if they tried to repeat the previous night's efforts in an effort to change his mind.

	Instead, Lyra lay on the floor and allowed Hani to get on top of her. They shared an open-mouthed kiss with Hani licking aggressively inside the pliant, younger child. Decimus felt himself harden beneath his loin cloth but could not stop watching the prepubescent lesbian sex show on his floor.

	After Hani broke their oral content, she slowly slid down Lyra's body, tasting her way along her five year-old lover's skin. Lyra's small white hands slid into Hani's silky dark hair and she hummed lightly as the older girl nibbled at her pink nipples until they were stiff. Planting wet kisses along Lyra's belly, Hani moved to the inevitable destination. 

	Then she paused, raising her head to lick her lips. Both she and Decimus regarded the tiny, bald pussy of the five year-old that rested demurely between the open thighs and waited to be taken. When Hani lowered her head, Decimus remembered those same lips that had been around his cock as they captured Lyra's plump prize.

	As Hani sucked on the tot's cunny mound, Lyra languidly moaned. The blonde ringlets on the little girl's head shifted as she tilted her head back with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open in Sapphic ecstasy. She jerked and mewled loudly when Hani's mouth flexed. Decimus could tell that the older girl was now using her tongue to dig between the soft labia of Lyra's twatlet to taste the child's sex. 

	With noises that would have been rude at a proper dinner table, Hani slurped loudly as her own lust and oral actions intensified. Lyra was whining as her baby pussy was mined for its nectar, holding Hani's head and squirming. With a series of short, breathy gasps, the little girl came, squirting into the other girl's mouth as Hani devoured her.

	But Hani was not yet sated. She slid forward again until she was pressing herself between Lyra's spread legs. The nine year-old's sleek figure undulated as she humped the smaller child, her dark gold skin meshing against the soft, milky flesh beneath it.. In the lamplight of the room, the girls' bodies gleamed smoothly with their perspiration but their hairless cunnies were obviously much wetter from the sluicing noises that emerged from the friction.

	It was obvious that they had done this before as Hani carefully observed Lyra's reactions as both of they had their excitement mount. As Lyra's arousal began to peak into orgasm, Hani joined her. Together, the nine year-old and five year-old shuddered as they came.

	After a moment of rest, Hani got to her feet, her well-toned young body moving like that of a small jungle cat. Then she pulled Lyra to her feet and the pair of them regarded the man on the bed.

	Decimus made no move to hide the bulge in his loincloth as he faced their stares. Hani's gaze was smoky with anticipation while Lyra's peridot eyes were wide and guileless despite the lewd circumstances. 

	Why a seasoned soldier could not take charge was beyond Decimus' reasoning. Hani had Lyra crawl onto the bed next to Decimus before she got into his lap. Pulling the loincloth aside, Hani raised herself in preparation for mounting her master. Dumb with lust, Decimus wondered how the childish slit could take his member.

	When Hani lowered herself onto him, her smooth labia opened and puffed outward as his head went inside. Decimus could feel the smallness of her entrance yet it expanded around him as the child rotated her hips slowly and skillfully to take her adult lover's cock into her preteen cunt. As the man's thick meat disappeared into the slender girl's bald mound, Lyra moaned in wonder. Decimus understood her reaction as Hani took more of him. His penetration of the girl felt lie a warm, deep kiss all around his cock until he had taken her full measure with most of his length buried inside.

	Taking one of Decimus' hands, Hani placed it between Lyra's legs. Decimus instinctively squeezed, feeling the smooth, chubby quim of the five year-old. Lyra murmured and some of her love fluids leaked onto the man's fingers. Then she snuggled against the soldier and was content to have her tiny genitals fondled while he copulated with the other child.

	Hani's tongue licked at her lips while she rode the centurion's prick. The engorged thing made her cunny ripple on the inside as it mashed and slid in her heated passage. The nine year-old washed the cock inside of her with her intimate juices and squeezed her already tight snatch against the hardness impaling it. While Hani shifted her hips and torso in rhythm with her vertical movements, the soldier noted that her lean, flat chest was as provocative as that of a firm-titted woman's - even more so as every wet thrust continued. 

	Although he would have preferred this to last longer, Decimus was not afraid to surrender, washing the preteen's organs with hot bursts of his semen. His orgasm made him squeeze Lyra's puffy twatlet harder and the already aroused tot soaked his fingers with her own small climactic burst.

	Hani dismounted and took Lyra's arm to lift her to a sitting position. Placing a hand on the younger girl's head, she pulled her closer. Understanding, Lyra bent over and proceeded to press her sweet little mouth against Hani's oozing snatch. As the five year-old sucked and licked the sex fluids from the older girl's bald cunny, Hani twisted her torso to put her mouth on Decimus' wilting penis so she could taste the same concoction on a different piece of flesh - one that quickly hardened between her lips. 

	When Decimus ejaculated into the little girl's willing mouth, she swallowed it all this time. Still, she had some residue to share as she coaxed Lyra's head from between her legs. The girls shared another tongue kiss before Hani licked the sticky goo of her own twat from Lyra's cheeks and lips. 

	Satisfied, the two girls snuggled against their master, the floor either forgotten or willfully ignored. Having spent much of her life in a royal court with all of its intrigues, Hani was going to wait until she mildly broached the subject of staying with Decimus. Lyra, however, lacked any tact and spoke her thoughts clearly.

	"Is Brundisium a nice place?" she asked sleepily with her head pressed against Decimus' scarred and muscled arm.

	Decimus only sighed before the untended lamp guttered out. 

	When Decimus returned the following evening, he found Lyra out cold, nestled in a blanket on the floor, and Hani waiting for him. She was nude and glowing from the oil she had rubbed everywhere on herself. 

	"I gave her a draught," she explained. "She's still a little scared at the sight of a man putting his penis in a girl. She saw it several times since she arrived at the palace and it was often rough. Kirot liked his entertainment that way. But it helped when you touched her while you were going in me."

	"And you? Decimus asked thickly as he noticed how well the nine year-old had oiled her small vulva.

	Hani lowered her head for a moment.

	"I am used to it. But I like a man in me best when we both have pleasure. Some of the men Kirot gave me to for a night's use were like that."

	Hani turned and walked to the bed, hearing the rustle of Decimus' clothing as it fell to the floor. Her intent was to crawl into the bed and lay down but Decimus caught her as she was bent forward with her hands on the bed. He lifted her by the hips, pushing her forward and placing her knees on the edge of the bed.

	Hani understood how he meant to take her. It was bestial in this position but she could not deny her excitement at this, especially when she felt his hard tool sliding between her smooth thighs toward the hairless swell of her twitching cunny. When he pushed hard into her, she gasped, unable to move with his strong hands around her waist.

	With his prick engulfed in Hani's sopping prepubescent twat, Decimus fucked her hard and gauged how much she could take without hurting. The little girl's trembling moans were not from pain as her snug pussy was reamed in strong thrusts. 

	She had prepared herself as the Orientals had taught her years ago in a room at Kirot's palace. Learning about nerve clusters and pressure pints in the body, she gained the skill to make her childish orifices expand to widen and lengthen and please any man who had her. Tonight, she did not begrudge this one, her new master, as he was able to plant most of his member inside her little body.

	Decimus was vaguely aware that she had nearly all of his length inside her cunt. It was amazing but he was mostly focused on the soupy little channel grasping him as he continued to use her like an alley whore. She was panting heavily and when he instinctively reached forward with one hand to grasp her tit, he only felt the flat pane of her undeveloped chest with only a tiny, hardened nipple there as her lungs heaved to give her air. The reminder of her age gave him a jolt in his heat and he responded with blasts of semen that flooded her unripe uterus. 

	They remained like statues, interlocked until he softened and slid out of her. Hani reached for a small clay jar and dipped her fingers in an ointment there. Then she smeared her digits on his penis, amazing the man as he stiffened quickly. 

	"I have learned much," she explained. "And I have other ways to pleasure you. Please let me use them."

	Decimus said nothing as Hani returned to the bed in her previous position. Rolling her hips, she displayed the shiny little globes of her light brown rump. Reading her intent, he stepped up to her and slipped his reinvigorated erection between her warm buttocks. She may have been experienced, but her anus was still excruciatingly tight as she pushed and worked it open. 

	Driving his cock through the preteen's pulsing asshole, the seasoned warrior grunted at the pressure exerted by the little ring and the lush, oily interior of her rectum. Hani's fleshy furnace enveloped him and once again the man found himself able to penetrate her with nearly everything he had. 

	Following thrusts made her guts alter to his tool and within a few minutes, every forward push ended with his pubic hair brushing against her silky-skinned ass. Hani shook with her climax as the man's cock plowed her anal chute and streams of her own lust escaped her freshly fucked cunny slit and painted her thighs. 

	Decimus lasted longer this time, drilling the little girl's snug bottom as she yipped and even growled like small wild animal. He rewarded her with more surging semen that flooded her bowels. Whining with unrestrained, lustful appreciation, she wanted more. After another application of her ointment, she received what she wanted and by the time they both fell onto the bed, spent, Decimus was pleasantly stunned at the number of times he had been able to go.

	"Did I please you?" she asked.

	Decimus snorted.

	"Did I give you any reason to think I didn't?"

	Hani felt the man's semen getting sticky in two places and did not have to answer. Instead, she turned to the real question.

	"If I can please you like this, would you keep Lyra and I? She can learn, too."

	Decimus mentally cursed. He had been giving more thought to keeping the pair.

	"Why are you so intent on staying with me?" he asked. "You can please another owner as well as me."

	Hani stared at him, her dark eyes deep pools of a haunted past.

	"Because Lyra is so beautiful and someone else may use her like Kirot was going to and..."

	Decimus stared at the girl as she started to cry. He had no experience with children and wasn't sure what to do. But Hani regained her composure enough and began to tell her story.

	"I was sold to Kirot when I was five. Me and my twin sister. We looked exactly alike but Halia was the one who really shined. She was bubbly and fun while I was more quiet. And she loved flowers and often wore them in her hair. Kirot determined that only one of us could be his concubine and chose Halia.

	At a banquet with some of his men, he declared that I was just a whore slave. The Orientals prepared me, pressing on certain places that would make me stretch more. Then he raped me in all of my places while the men cheered. And then he let them have me, too. 

	I thought Halia was the lucky one because I could hardly move for a week. A girl named Nydia was also a whore slave and she was put in charge of Halia. Nydia was ten years older than us and taught her pleasures. Then the night came for Halia to become Kirot's concubine. Halia did the massages to her that the Orientals taught her. 

	I was in the room with Nydia when Kirot took Halia's flower. She screamed and she bled and he went in her very deeply. And when he was finishing inside her, her put his hands on her throat and...when he was done, she was dead. He killed my sister. I was crying and so was Nydia but she took Halia's body and washed it and we buried her in a garden so she could be near flowers. 

	That's what he did to concubines. They must be very little and very beautiful. He says they can only be used once and then he kills them so that no one else will ever share his treasure. 

	When he bought Lyra, I had to be her caretaker and teach her everything. I already knew the secret massages - I had to do them to myself when he wanted me or gave me to a guest to use. His whore slaves were famous for taking men in our little places.

	I knew he would kill Lyra and when we had to leave the palace when you Romans came, he made sure that she was coming along. One night, Nydia left. She told me if she could find the Romans and tell them where we were, they might attack and Lyra would be saved. Then you came."

	Decimus remembered the young woman who was taken to Antony. According to Hani, she would be about nineteen now, which seemed right. He had been suspicious of all of the details the woman provided but in the end they had proved to be very accurate. 

	"Where is Nydia now?" he asked, recalling that Antony promised to free her if her information was good. "Have you seen her since we came back?"

	"Yes. She washed us, put new clothes on us and gave me the ointments and other things to use. She said we would be safe if our new master would take us back with him. Then she left. Kirot still has people loyal to him here and they might kill her if they knew what she did."

	Decimus said nothing, his mind whirling with everything. Hani slid her torso onto his chest so she could look him in the eye.

	"Lyra is still a virgin. Please take her and make her your concubine."

	Decimus remained quiet and Hani spoke no more. Each one lay alone with their thoughts in the darkness. 

	It was a thing Decimus had before a battle - a pause, a moment of mental blankness as everything but the basics of what was to be done was purged. It allowed extreme focus and was something he had done by instinct since he was a green soldier of seventeen. 

	He was doing it now as he stood before the door of his apartment. The blankness vanished and he pushed the door in, facing not a screaming line of barbarians but two little girls naked in his bed.

	Lyra lay with her head in Hani's lap while the older girl was rubbing her lower abdomen. Hani's fingers were splayed in seemed to dig into certain points, presumably to relax the area around Lyra's vaginal canal. Murmuring softly, Lyra shifted her legs and allowed Decimus to see the moistness along her smooth cleft. When Hani removed her hands, both girls looked up at him.

	"She's ready," Hani whispered.

	As Decimus knelt on the bed and pulled the little girl's legs open, Lyra stared at him widely. Her lower lip tucked inward and her teeth clamped on it as the man's erection drew close to her dainty mound.

	The hairless petals of Lyra's vulva opened for him and caressed him with her dew as they bulged around his head. Whimpering as her inner lips widened, Lyra inhaled deeply. Decimus could feel the child's maidenhead blocking him and knew no delicate way to get past it. With a jerk of his hips, he pushed through the membrane, deflowering the five year-old. He heard Lyra's surprised grunt as she was opened and then felt the softness of her virgin tunnel clasping him wetly.

	Pressing inward through the tiny sex, the man made the little girl squirm as she gained a woman's experience in her intimate place. Hani's work had done both Decimus and Lyra well as the younger girl took most of the hard member in her trembling body before Decimus reached her cervix.

	Carefully, he withdrew until only his glans was in before moving forward again. She was still incredibly tight but took him without complaint as some of her fluids oozed from the seal where they were joined and made her bald labia glisten even more. On the second push inward, Hani slid one hand onto Lyra's lower belly and sighed happily. When Decimus pulled back again, Hani took one of his hands and placed it where hers had been. 

	"Again," she said.

	When Decimus plowed into Lyra's cunny, he could feel the pressure against his hand as her interior pushed outward from the presence of his cock. Then he took Lyra's tiny hand and held it there under his as she felt the movement inside of her in a second way.

	Now his motions gradually increased in speed, thrusting with a steady rhythm while Lyra's high-pitched gasps and moans sang the song of her carnal initiation. Her soupy, fleshy oven tried to crush him as he stroked inside and he only wanted more. Using force that he would use with a woman, he knew only a needful lust as he pleasured himself in the slick, satiny clutch of the five year-old's pussy. 

	Lyra kicked her widespread legs feebly, her little feet brushing the man's sides as she dealt with the rising tide of an impending climax. Hani's massage had done more than simply allow her to stretch, it made her more sensitive to the lewd chaos the man's thick prick created inside her straining cuntlet. 

	A warbling, keening noise escaped her throat as she came. With her snug cunny convulsing around the man's sliding cock, she forced him to join her. Like bolts of roiling lightning, Decimus' response surged through his prick, filling Lyra's tiny womb with this wads of his seed. 
Now Lyra clutched her belly with both hands, feeling the final act of this consummation that Hani said would change their lives. 

	Watching the Roman solider with her open gaze, she wondered now what their future would be.

	Cornelia watched the children trouping about in their latest playtime fantasy and smiled. The sights and sounds of them were incongruous with the shouts and clashes of the nearby ludus but the young ones never seemed to notice.

	It had been a month since her husband's brother, Decimus, arrived following his discharge from the legion. What had been a surprise was to find that her brother-in-law had for some reason adopted a pair of little girls. The former centurion acted gruffly enough but Cornelia and her husband had an idea that the two children had him wrapped around their little fingers. 

	But in the forge, Decimus was all business. Like his brother, he knew how weapons should perform and made them well. A second welcome surprise had been Decimus' business acumen. Already, he made arrangements to deliver orders if the customers wished, adding for this convenience something called "shipping and handling charges" which meant more coins for both brothers. 

	A shout brought Cornelia out of her reverie as the children marched by. Hani was a wonderful girl but Lyra, with her exquisite eyes and her lush mane of golden curls, was often the favorite during the children's games. None of it ever went to the little girl's head as she behaved sweetly to everyone and was as devoted to Hani as the other was to her.

	Now, two of the older boys were carrying Lyra on their shoulders and the child's giggles cut through the bellicose shouts of a training master from inside the ludus. Cornelia waved and then bowed to the "royal entourage", drawing more peals of laughter from the parade participants.

	Lyra waved back at the nice lady, her aunt, when the woman completed her bow. Although her ride on the shoulders of the two older boys was a little uncomfortable, she didn't mind. In their games during the day, she loved being the princess or the queen in whatever situation was imagined. But her favorite role was at night when she got to be the concubine for her sister and papa.



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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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