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   Story_intro: An erotic story of intrigue set in Ancient Rome.  Private
Investigator Phallus Majorus (Story: "Caligula's Errand") is hired by a
cruel patrician lady to escort a child "virgin princess" from Pompeii to
Rome.  She is to be a gift for the pleasure of the new Emperor Claudius. 
Or is she?  Leaving his comfortable household where young slave girls serve
his every pleasure, Phallus must complete the dangerous journey, return to
Rome safely with the "princess", and deal with another pre-teenaged
fair-skinned slave girl whom he rescues on the journey.

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What I know? It is known, that his stories could be found in the Internet
five years ago, but then they unexpectedly were gone.  Very similar on a
situation with author Red Rose. Imaginations Tiberius even more refined,
than at Red Rose.  His stories to name difficult even the erotic.  There
absolutely there is no love and humanity, but there is a demonic cult of
violence.  And the depravity of characters of his stories even cannot be
compared with Red Rose.  More similar on stories de Sad where characters
take pleasure in murder, rapes, humiliations, crying of a victim etc.
Similar, that the writer created the imaginations or under narcotic
intoxication, or as Karen Fletcher, heavy mental illness.  These suspicions
are caused by the text in which he writes about himself. "....Perhaps I
should start off by explaining why my pen name is Tiberius.  I am the
reincarnated spirit of the Roman Emperor Tiberius, as pictured here.  I was
a strong but dour Emperor and I happened to reign at the time of Jesus
Christ's crucifixion, not that I was personally involved in any of that you
understand.  As I got older, I found being Emperor a bit of a burden
really, so I established myself on the island of Capri and I pretty much
ran the Empire from there.  Best of all, I amused myself on the Island by
engaging in all sorts of licentious and prurient activities, indeed just
about anything my carnal-minded, lascivious, and libidinous mind could
conjure up, was brought, dragged or presented to me, and if it was possible
to copulate, cohabitate or inseminate it, I pretty much did.  Pity you
weren't all around then.  It was a blast ! Down through the ages it seems
my name has been reviled just because of my little bit of fun on Capri.  I
really don't know why.  I was simply enjoying myself!  Anyway, my spirit
has returned, and now I'm turning my attention to writing stories to
arouse, entertain, titillate or revolt you, depending on your taste. There
are some things you ought to know about me:- Firstly, I am, by and large, a
sensualist and an existentialist, believing that one must choose one's own
way in life without the aid of universal, objective standards or `truths'.
Human beings can never hope to understand why they are here; instead, each
individual must choose a goal, or moral and ethical framework, and follow
it with passionate conviction, aware of the certainty of death and the
ultimate meaninglessness of one's life.  Other people's `truths',
`certainties' and moral rights and wrongs are, as existentialist author
Albert Camus' character Meursault (`The Outsider', 1942) observed, not
worth "one hair of a woman's head." And since sensual pleasures are the
only damn thing that ever seem real, or at least worthwhile to me, that has
always been my goal and I follow it with passionate conviction.  You will
find this philosophical viewpoint underpins much of my writing, so I
thought I'd just spell it out for you. Secondly, just as I had to haul my
butt to Capri in order to really let my hair down, I am interested in the
lifestyles and experiences of people who go to live in foreign or exotic
places and make whoopie, as it were.  You will find some of my stories are
drawn from this theme.  Oh, and by the way, some writers choose to write
stories based on their own experience, while others prefer to allow their
imaginations to run wild in writing about characters events and situations.
My stories encompass both: personal first hand knowledge and experience,
and those of others known personally, as well as pure fiction derived from
my feverish imagination.  I suspect, in some cases, you would be surprised
if you knew the fact from the fiction. Finally, in line with my point of
view, I write primarily to please and entertain myself.  Of course, if you
should happen to `connect' with where I am coming from, so to speak, and
enjoy my stories as well, then I am delighted, and would love to hear from
you.  If you don't like them, you can tell me that also, although I may
just crucify you!  (Small Emperor's joke there).

   Yours without guilt or reservation.

   Tiberius"......
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   Virgin Princess

   Written by Tiberius





   Introduction

   An erotic story of intrigue set in Ancient Rome.  Private Investigator
Phallus Majorus (Story: "Caligula's Errand") is hired by a cruel patrician
lady to escort a child "virgin princess" from Pompeii to Rome.  She is to
be a gift for the pleasure of the new Emperor Claudius.  Or is she? 
Leaving his comfortable household where young slave girls serve his every
pleasure, Phallus must complete the dangerous journey, return to Rome
safely with the "princess", and deal with another pre-teenaged fair-skinned
slave girl whom he rescues on the journey.



   Rome 42 AD



   I ....



   I AWOKE DURING THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, my manhood fully rigid and
throbbing, as well as feeling an acute desire to urinate.  This is not a
pleasant sensation for a man; for in order to do something about the
former, it is necessary first to attend to the latter.  However, in order
to make the latter possible, it is first necessary to find a way to make
one's manhood stand down, at least temporarily.  And, as I was fully and
steadfastly erect, I had trouble doing this.



   Still half asleep, I stumbled from my bed, my organ sticking out fully
as I did so, as if it were leading the way to the nearest moist receptive
female groin, into which it might squirt my freshest accumulation of loin
fluid.  Instead, after reaching the waste bowl, and with some
concentration, my erection had subsided enough to allow me the pleasure of
urination.  With relief, I fell back into my bed, intent on returning to
sleep.  Alas, my flaccidity did not last long, and, again with a throbbing
aching yearning organ, I gave in to the inevitable and gave thought to
gaining relief.



   A man's seed should always be spent within or deposited on a female (or
other according to one's preference) and never expended wastefully alone. I
have always thought it an affront to the Gods and their gift of ecstacy to
do so.  Fortunately, the nearest moist receptive female slit for pleasure
was not far away.  Vulvia, my slave girl, now just under eleven years, was
in the next room.  Often I allowed her to sleep with me, and, after taking
pleasure with her young, thin, dark, sensuous, obliging and skillful body,
permitted her to nestle up next to next me, sometimes drifting off to sleep
while she sucked sweetly on my male nipples.  But this night I had chosen
to sleep alone.



   Relief was therefore just a room away.  I found Vulvia asleep, nesting
into the nurturing breasts of Labia, my head slave girl of the household,
now sixteen and beautifully swollen in pregnancy, only two months short of
producing my progeny.  (At which time I fully intended to make Labia a
freedwoman, and our child a citizen of Rome).  They looked so delightful
together, both naked, Vulvia's thin elegant body pressed lightly against
her Mistress's curved stomach, her mouth just near Labia's nipple.  No
doubt she had been sucking Labia's breast just prior to falling asleep. 
And Labia's fingers were resting across the slit of the younger slave
girl's exquisite sex.  Likely they had been engaged in lovemaking before
falling asleep.  The two were very close, even though Labia had seniority
and ran my house.  Even more so since the sad loss of my third slave girl,
Hymenia, some months ago due to fever.  Now, with her Mistress's belly big
with my baby, Vulvia was more attentive to her than ever, ever ready to
give her pleasure by whatever means, and attend her as dutifully as she did
me.



   Groggy and stumbling, I approached them clumsily.  As a result, they
awoke with a start.



   "Master!?" Labia mumbled with alarm.  "Are you in pain my Master?"
Vulvia just looked up without speaking, concern in her eyes.



   I pointed my fully engorged organ at them.  It was all I needed to do.
Vulvia's dainty little hands reached up to gently take hold of my manhood,
taking my shaft with one hand, cupping my testicles with the other.  Labia
moved awkwardly, resting her belly.  I raised my hand in a gentle gesture.
Normally, to slip into the warm sex or tight gripping back passage of my
head house slave would be pleasure enough; indeed I had continued to enjoy
her, often with Vulvia there as well, during her swelling.  Since Labia's
preferred pleasure is a hard hot erection lodged deeply up her anal
passage, pregnancy had not limited her service to me in that regard. 
Indeed, if anything, her own desires had increased, especially her love of
the taste of my loin fluid, and the sensation of my hot seed lodged
powerfully where her waste plopped daily.  But now her girth meant that I
demanded little of her, and, increasingly, Vulvia alone attended to my
arousal and relief.



   She was more than happy to do so.  I gestured to Labia to rest, and
headed back to my bed.  Vulvia followed dutifully.  Soon in bed, I
stretched back while young Vulvia gently and lovingly attended to my organ
and testicles, licking me all over, down to the opening of my anus and back
again, before parting her sweet lips to take me fully into her willing,
warm, moist mouth.



   Exquisite sucking!  A woman's mouth at fellatio could never compare in
softness, moistness, or sensitivity to that of a willing and attentive
child's, I have found.  In the middle of the night, and all quiet, my ears
filled with the delicious slurps and slops of a beautiful swarthy child not
yet a dozen years in age, and my mind winced from the enjoyment of pure
pleasure.



   For some minutes I did nothing but lie back and succumb to the waves of
joy which flowed through my body.  Several times, sweet Vulvia brought me
close to relief, then, her skilled fingers brought amelioration in order to
postpone the pleasure from the Gods.  Finally, I could take her exquisite
teasing no longer, and I placed her on her back, parted her thin
dark-skinned thighs, sought the moist tightness of the slit of her young
sex with the knob of my aching erection, and then slowly filled her.



   Vulvia held me tightly, as usual, as I achieved full and deep coitus
with her.  Her beautiful long dark shiny hair, smelling of henna and other
fragrances, fell behind the pillow toward the floor below.  As I gently
moved within her, she dug her nails slightly into my back to show the
strain and pleasure of our coupling, and, even more delightfully for me,
began to mumble and moan, in a little girl's voice, into my ear: "Oh
Master....oh my Master...  I can feel you in my belly....oh Master!...so
big...  oh, so hard...  Oh, oh, I can feel so...  stretched...oh
Master...ohhhh...."



   As I thrust, I'm hearing these faint moaning words, in a childish voice
I swear she keeps only for such intimacy, together with short, rapid,
panting breaths which punctuate her sensual, erotic moans.  I felt my body
tighten and stiffen, and I know I can hold back for little longer.  What
began as a quick resort to pleasure and relief, has again become a moment
of perfect intimacy with my young slave child.  I feel for the tight ring
of the entrance of her anus with my finger, causing her to buck from the
sensation.  Another time, I might have sought penetration of her there; but
this time I am just happy to unleash my loins within her young sex.  When
she moans sweetly in my ear in THAT voice, "I am your baby slave, Master,
your own loving baby, Master, empty inside me Master..." I can hold back no
longer, and do exactly that.  I spurt within her more times than I might
remember, each one a wave of pure ecstacy.  As is her way, Vulvia places
her small pretty hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of my explosion
and joy.  As always, it makes the ecstacy even more exhilarating.



   I am thirty-two years old, and master of my house, though a fair one,
with a girl of teen-age, and a girl-child, as my slaves to attend to my
every need and desire, and count myself rare to be a satisfied citizen of
Rome, craving nothing.



   II ....



   NOTHING THAT IS APART FROM A CURRENT SHORTAGE of clients and appropriate
income.  As an investigator for hire by patrician clients and the plebeian
wealthy, I maintain my comfortable, if modest, and pleasurable existence by
solving their mysteries and attending to their enquiries.  I am known for
my integrity and honesty in representing my wealthy and powerful clients,
and can be called upon when tact and discretion are required.



   Unfortunately, of late, business has been slow to say the least.  (The
new Emperor, Claudius, has not yet returned Rome's affairs to the sound
footing of the days of Tiberius, after Caligula's subsequent short reign of
lunacy which I new all too well).  [Story "Caligula's Errand"]



   So, it was of this I was thinking, as I sat in my study that following
morning, when my house guard and bodyguard slave, Erectus -- whose enormous
frame and strength are matched equally by a simple heart and loyal
disposition -- approached and addressed me with some urgency.



   "Master, a visitor would speak with you -- a slave from a noble family,
he has said."



   I nodded and Erectus hurried off.  Moments later, a tall handsome slave
in his twenties came through, bowed, and then said, "Phallus Majorus, I am
Scrotus, house slave to the noble Lady Areola, delivering a document on her
behalf."



   I read the parchment.  I was requested to attend the Areola's villa
later that day to discuss a "business matter." I told Scrotus that I would
attend, and he left without further reply.



   ***



   Several hours later I visited Lady Areola's impressive palatial home on
the Palatine.  This rich patrician's reputation was the talk of all Rome.
Her husband, the senator Seminus, had died recently under suspicious
circumstances.  It was said she had had him murdered, having no further use
for him now that she was in favor with the new Emperor for whom she was
rumored to part her legs regularly.  But worse, Areola was known for her
preference for extreme gratification, particularly of the sexual kind; it
was said no vice was beyond her, with either sex and any age, and that she
preferred gratification through torture.  It was said her slaves lived in
constant terror of her carnal ways.  Even other patricians disapproved of
her lascivious ways.



   Scrotus opened the door and led me to his mistress.  As we approached, I
heard the sounds of wailing and crying.  I found Areola -- whose great
beauty, I found, had not been exaggerated -- beating a lovely young female
slave.  The hapless girl, no more than fifteen, was naked and had been tied
by the hands to a beam overheat.  Areola stood next to her, a short bamboo
cane in her hand.  As I walked in, the patrician hit her slave with a short
measured strike to the belly.  There were several welts across the lovely
teenaged girl's abdomen, and her bleeding nipples revealed that she had
been struck there repeatedly as well.



   "Well, are you going to tell me now?" Areola said, her voice cold,
suggesting no anger in her voice, but the measured tone of a woman who
enjoys cruelty just for the pleasure of it.



   "Mistress...  I cannot....please....arh!!" the terrified girl began,
before another measured strike to her belly caused her to cry out.



   "Mistress, I do not believe Ovarine will reveal her lover.  Probably a
slave from another house..."



   "Silence Scrotus or I'll deal with you too!" Areola said curtly to her
head house slave.



   Several more times the slave girl Ovarine received strikes to her middle
with the bamboo cane.  Then another, aimed just near the girl's kleitoris
-- an agonizing blow which made her cry out even more sharply than before.
She was such a beautiful slave; I could think of better things to do with
her than beat her belly and whip the sensitive bud, the small mound of her
sex.  Young girls are sent by the Gods for our quintessential pleasure --
their aroma, the firmness of their curves, the softness of their fresh
young skin, the delicacy of their openings, and the delicious secretions
they exude when aroused.  I disapproved of Areola's actions greatly, but
could say nothing.



   It was just then I saw a slight bulge to the girl's belly: she was
pregnant, probably two or three months.  I'd seen enough of military
conquest to know what Areola was doing.  It was a common practice of Roman
soldiers after taking a recalcitrant town or city: line up the pregnant
women while their men watched, repeatedly strike their stomachs with a
light cane until the contents of their wombs were emptied to the ground
below.  Sometimes it happened quickly; sometimes it took hours before that
happened; sometimes the women survived, often they did not.  A Roman
soldier once told me, proudly, that it was not the force alone of the
strike that mattered, but the flick of the light cane and the shock it
exerted on a belly which achieved the desired outcome.



   It took two more strikes before Areola finally turned to address me:
"Phallus Majorus, we have business.  We can speak over here while my head
slave continues."



   She handed the cane to Scrotus who took it with great reluctance. 
"Well!?" she barked at him.  After a pause, the handsome slave metered out
a strike to the slave girl's belly.  The girl was now begging for mercy. 
"We will continue until you tell me the name of the slave who has
impregnated you," Areola said, adding, "or until....." Areola didn't
continue.  She didn't have to.



   Areola escorted me to the corner of the room.  Suddenly, she was all
business.  Though the sight and sound of a pregnant girl being beaten about
the belly, breasts and groin was distasteful to me, Areola was indifferent
to her agonies, though not to the efforts of the slave Scrotus.  She kept a
watchful eye on him, to see that the caning continued.  He looked pained
himself with each strike to the girl's belly.  I wondered if the cruel
Areola could see what was very obvious to me about Scrotus?  From her
manner, there was no way to tell.



   "Plebeian Investigator Phallus," Areola began, her tone all
condescension, "I wish to engage you to escort a girl from Pompeii to my
villa here in Rome.  For this you will be well paid...."



   I looked into her cold eyes, pursed my lips, and listened.  That I
should be so short of clients and income that I had to work for a woman
such as this!  This I kept thinking.



   ***



   By the time I left the villa of the Lady Areola a short time later --
not a second more of her 'precious' time than she thought necessary -- I
understood exactly what was required of me.  She gave me two purses with
coins: a larger one was to acquire the girl in Pompeii; the smaller one
covered my fee and expenses.  Had my business been better, I might have
declined the work; I rate myself higher than as a nursemaid for a young
girl.  But, business was not good, the fee paid was more than generous, and
my investigator's instinct told me there was more going on than Areola was
prepared to explain.  As is my way, I had to know what it was.



   Also before I left the villa, the slave girl fell unconscious from the
caning to her belly, a bloody lump flowing unpleasantly from her groin,
blood running down her legs to make a pool on the floor below.  Areola had
her dragged away just as I was leaving.



   III ....



   I LEFT FOR POMPEII THE NEXT MORNING.  Erectus was with me.  I asked him
to bring the biggest and most dangerous swords I possessed.  My guess was
we'd need them.



   But the night before, with my slave girls, it was all explanations....



   "Why must YOU go, my Master?" Labia asked several times.  Vulvia had an
almost sulking look on her face.  They always hated me leaving them; and
now Labia was weeks away from birth, they were even more unhappy than
usual.



   But, I was not in the mood for lengthy explanations.



   "Have I not explained?!" I finally said with annoyance.  "Lady Areola
has paid me to travel to Pompeii in order to escort a young girl back to
Rome.  She is a twelve-year-old virgin, it is said from a royal family in
one of Rome's occupied regions -- an offering from the family for the
pleasure of our Emperor Claudius, and a personal gift from the Lady Areola
to him."



   "And why is she in Pompeii?" Vulvia asked, parting her thighs to expose
her sweet smooth pleasure slit to me.  I would have to fill her that night.
I felt an urgent swelling of my loin fluid building; it would be left deep
inside her small, fine-featured dark-skinned, sweet body before I left.



   "She is being kept at a...  love house in Pompeii," I replied.  "I will
locate her there, pay the owner, and then return to Rome with her."



   It sounded very easy.  But why a virgin princess from a Roman dominated
region would be housed at one of Pompeii's numerous brothels made no sense
to me; and Areola's explanation had been vague.



   "But Master..." Labia began.



   "Enough!" I exclaimed, rising from dinner.  "You are my household and I
must meet our expenses!" I told them coldly.  They looked own chastened as
I headed for my bedroom.



   I was preparing for sleep when Labia and Vulvia entered my room
together, naked, and cringing with deference and respect.  As soon as I saw
them, my anger evaporated.  How could I maintain my ire?  There they were,
Labia, beautiful in pregnancy, her sixteen-year old body sensuously curved
in the belly, her small lovely breasts only slightly swollen in lactation,
her nipples erect and begging to be sucked on; and Vulvia, her sweet, thin,
dark-featured body a paradise of pleasure for a man, her fine girl slit
still fine and smooth, her little pouting dark nipples hard and perfectly
adorned on her flat undeveloped chest.



   "Master, Master...  forgive us, forgive us..." they both said, clutching
at my legs, begging for my approval.  I laughed.  I raised Labia to her
feet, telling her to take care given her condition.  Resting on the couch,
she rested her belly to one side and exposed her pretty anal opening to me.
"Take your pleasure, Master, please," she begged.  Vulvia was also pressing
her body against me, seeking to take pleasure with me as well.  I felt her
sex slit and folds against my leg.



   It would be pleasure involving both girls.  "First, I need to relax my
stomach," I told them.  They understood.  Labia allowed Vulvia to attend to
me.  I rested on all fours in the bathing area while my young slave girl
gently relaxed the muscles of my anus with her small, skillful fingers,
before administering a purging solution into my rectum.  As Vulvia worked,
Labia sat in front of me, and I was able to enjoy her delicious pregnant
sexual flavors, as well as suck at her nipples for the milk they gave. 
Even though she bit her pretty lips a little while I sucked at her -- she
admitted her nipples were sore and sensitive -- she was never happier than
when she shared her nursing fluids with her master.  And she held my face
firmly to her pretty breasts when Vulvia's solution unleashed a flood of
waste from my anus, whispering softly to me, "Relax, my Master, and empty
yourself...  Yes, that's good, my Master, release the bad from your body."
At the most powerful moment of my evacuation, I sucked hard on her nipple,
the flavor of the milk which entered my mouth neither sweet nor salty, but
exquisite and unique.



   After I finished my powerful release, sweet Vulvia attended me as
always, washing and scenting me as required, her gentle fingers softly at
work.



   Now fully relaxed, I needed my gratification before much needed sleep.
Labia again splayed the cheeks of her buttocks to me, exposing her pink,
pretty anal opening.  She would not be denied, despite her condition, and I
quickly penetrated the tight, smooth, gripping canal of her rear opening.
While I took my pleasure, Vulvia was next to us, gently caressing Labia's
belly and lightly caressing the folds and bud of her sex.  Labia's climax
came quickly, and she was happy to allow me then to fill Vulvia and take my
own release inside the youthful opening of my slave child's pretty legs.



   After many minutes of perfect coitus with my eleven-year-old love slave,
I could hold back no longer, especially when Vulvia whispered to me
lovingly in that little girl voice she can make.  But just as I was ready
to unleash my fluid, they both begged me to spill my seed over Vulvia's
flat, dark, sensuous abdomen.  Just in time I withdrew from Vulvia's tight,
perfectly lubricating sex.  Vulvia's small elegant hand did the rest, her
rapid but skillful motions around the tip of my shaft pushing me to
ecstacy, causing me to cry out in relief and pleasure as globs and spurts
landed in long warm streaks along the child's flat dark belly and across
her nipples.



   I sat back to catch my breath, and, as expected, Vulvia hugged Labia
firmly, pressing her middle stained with my fluid into Labia's bulging
belly.  Pressing against each other in a gentle manner, the girls hugged
and kissed until both were smeared both breast and belly with the sticky
yield from my pleasure.  Having done so, they displayed themselves to me,
legs apart, both their lovely sexual delights exposed to me.  While rubbing
their sticky smeared bodies with my hands, I finished off my pleasure by
imbibing the juices of their lovely loins -- Labia's uniquely fertile in
taste from her condition, Vulvia's perfectly fresh from a sex not yet
transformed by puberty.



   They slept with me that night, naked, stained by the dry fluid of my
testes, smelling, not surprising but appealingly of it, and both pressing
into me as they did so.  Vulvia parted her legs when I reached for her
slit, and I fell asleep with two fingers lodged partly in her small moist
slit, my thumb playing with her folds and small sensitive kleitoris.



   They were both apprehensive when I departed the following morning; but
neither questioned or challenged me further.  I am, and remain, master in
my modest home, like a good Roman, and my slave girls, while sometimes
testing my patience, understand this.



   IV....



   AREOLA HAD NOT SPECIFIED WHEN SHE EXPECTED ME to deliver this virgin
princess to her villa in Rome, and I did not specify a return day.  I
simply said I would be back "within a few days".  As Erectus and I set out
for Pompeii I planned to take several days, and there was a reason for
this: I wanted to do some checking first.



   We arrived at my friend Prostatus Semenatus' farm later that day. 
Prostatus is not only trustworthy, but he is also extremely well informed
about matters political.  He greeted me warmly and was happy to have us as
guests for the night.  We bathed and then dined, attended by his retinue of
pretty young slaves -- boys and girls.  During dinner we talked and watched
while some of his young slaves performing at sex play for our benefit. 
Prostatus himself is a lover of the boy child, but, in my honor, arranged
for a boy and girl to copulate before us.  The pair -- a boy in his
early-teens with an impressively large manhood which appeared permanently
hard and ready for penetration, and the girl, a little younger with long
shiny dark hair, slight, just swelling breasts and no hair around her pubic
area -- began their coitus seemingly without any concern for our presence.



   "I must say, I don't like the business you are on," Prostatus whispered
as the boy and girl began intimate licking and sucking of each other's
genitals and anal openings.  "Areola is a dangerous and ambitious
patrician. No doubt she has a wider agenda in mind."



   I nodded, keeping my eye on the girl who was performing elegant fellatio
on the slave boy.  No doubt to please Prostatus, the girl frequently ran
the flat of her tongue down the boy's testicles, until reaching the gaping
hole of his anus.  She would lick and suck at his opening fully, and was
not abashed at inserting her pretty pink tongue as deep as she could into
his rear orifice.  I found the sight arousing, as a growing bulge in my
groin revealed.  Back home, sweet Vulvia needed little encouragement to
pleasure me in such the same manner; I could almost feel the exquisite
sensation of her delicate tongue around my anal hole, and I wished she was
there to pleasure me that way tonight.



   "I shall return this virgin princess to Rome in my own time, and in my
own way," I replied to my host, "keeping a watchful eye at all times."



   Prostatus also knew some other things about the Lady Areola, all of them
disturbing.  But most disturbing of all was his belief that this cruel
patrician female may not be in the Emperor's favor after all, she having
offended him following the death of her husband.  Claudius, like everyone,
believed she was involved in his untimely demise.  If this was so, her
excuse that the virgin princess I was escorting was for the Emperor's
pleasure seemed unlikely -- unless she hoped her 'gift' of the virgin girl
might restore her in his eyes.



   The boy, having performed orally on the girl as fully as possible,
prepared to fill the lovely child's small sex crevice.  "Ah, I love to
watch young bodies at their coitus while dining," Prostatus said.  "Hard
throbbing male mass stretching open tight young girls; pink folds rubbing
and pulled back to accommodate joining with a boy groin to groin; the sound
of young loins locked together, filling and being filled; the sight of a
girl's lubricant from the friction; the smell of lust and arousal during
the procreative act..."



   "And the power and wonder of his urgent spurts, however and wherever he
chooses to unleash them at the peak of his ecstacy and pleasure," I said
cutting in, knowing how much Prostatus enjoyed watching his boy slaves
explode in ejaculation at the end.  A smile came to his mouth, his way of
taking my good natured quip.



   At that point, a pretty young slave girl, about nine-years-old, with
brown hair and lovely dark eyes, brought me more wine.  Like all of
Prostatus' slaves, whether boy or girl, she was scantily dressed; what
little fabric there was barely concealed her sweet young sex.  I looked at
her lovely small mouth, and lightly caressed her small dark nipples which
were hard from exposure to the cool night air, as she stood next me pouring
wine.  Prostatus noticed my enjoyment of her.  "Take her tonight, Phallus,
as a bed warmer," he said with a hand-gesture.  "She's fully trained and
will attend you as you wish." I told him I needed a good night's sleep, but
that I appreciated his kind offer.  She was very sweet looking, and much to
my taste, but what I had said about needing sleep was the truth. 
Nevertheless, she hovered around, and I kept my eye on her.  Her belly was
so flat and firm, a sight to arouse any man; and I could only imagine the
beauty of the slit, folds and pleasure mound below, just barely concealed
under her loin cloth.



   The pair on show were now grinding groin to groin, deeply and fully,
close to consummation and release.  The pretty young girl let out a cry of
pleasure, whether genuine or for Prostatus' benefit I do not know, but I
suspect it was real, judging from the wetness between her legs.  The boy
slave was thrusting urgently now, eager for his own release.  However, a
short clap from Prostatus conveyed to the boy that his master desired
something other to be performed before us.  Immediately, the girl went on
hands and knees, exposed her petite buttocks to the boy, and waited to be
penetrated by him.  He wasted no time, forcing his wet-looking aroused boy
sex into the opening of her rectum, and filling her deeply with a sustained
lunge.  Urgently did the boy perform sodomy on the young girl, the winces
on her face showing the strain she was feeling deep up her most private and
tender of orifices.



   The look on Prostatus' face revealed that this was his favorite pleasure
when watching youthful slaves at copulation, although normally (without my
presence) it would be boy mounting boy before him.  Finally, after some
considerable grunting, the boy achieved his ejaculation, his many powerful
gushes of testes fluid flowing around the inflamed-looking hole of the
girl's anus, a smear of blood evident, a result, no doubt, from the
friction from their sodomy.  Then they rested on the floor, panting their
exertions, gazing up at Prostatus, looking for his approval.  His nod
provided it.



   ***



   The evening was nearing an end, when my bodyguard slave, Erectus, made a
grovelling approach.  "My Master," he began nervously, "may I spend tonight
with a slave woman I knew here from before."



   I thought back.  Last time we stayed, Erectus was allowed to take his
pleasure with one of Prostatus' slave women.  He found she was happy to
allow him his preferred pleasure -- unleashing his fluid up her rectum.  I
replied that if Prostatus agreed, he could.  My host nodded.



   The look of gratitude on my big slave's face was obvious.  But then
Prostatus said, "First, slave, show me your manhood." Shyly, Erectus raised
his cloth to display his large organ, already half-firm from the thought of
anal coitus that night.  "Impressive!" Prostatus said, adding: "First,
copulate with that child over there -- in front of us -- expelling your
juices within her snug little sex, then you may mount your chosen woman all
night long if you wish."



   Prostatus had pointed to the girl I had politely declined earlier.  "You
don't mind, you do, Phallus?  You said you didn't want her?" he said me
mischievously.  My friend was enjoying his small joke: I either had to
claim the child for my gratification that night (and lose some face in the
process), or watch as Erectus filled her fresh sweet young body with the
full force of his groin shaft.  A stoical Roman to the last, I replied that
I was happy to allow my slave to expel himself inside her.  Prostatus
grinned, very pleased with himself for his guile.



   Accepting his fate, Erectus self-consciously took the girl and rested
her on her back, parting her legs to expose the fine smoothness of her sex
fissure.  He was so large, in every way, and she so small, the union of
their groins would not be easy, especially for her.  I have seen young
girls enough on military campaigns, their genitals ruptured and ruined from
violent rape by burley soldiers.  I did not hope to see this sweet little
girl so violated and ruined for all future pleasure.  Then Prostatus called
out, his latin crude, for a slave's ear, "Play with her little tight cunt,
slave.  Get her wet and weeping for your penetration of her.  It is but a
cunt nine years out of her mother's belly -- too young to secrete babies
but ready enough to draw out a man's seed."



   Self-consciously, Erectus began to play with the child's delicate
vagina, pulling back the fine inner and outer folds to expose the small
opening within.  I watched as he stroked and pinched her small lump, her
little kleitoris, intent as he was on making her young undeveloped sex
lubricate for his entry.  Guiding her small hands to his now fully engorged
and darkened manhood, the little girl played and stroked with it, both
fascinated by it and fearful of it, as her sweet young face revealed.  As
she did so, Erectus took her small pleasure bud between his lips and sucked
on it, causing the child to tighten and gasp from the stimulation to her
most delicate of pleasure places.



   Erectus knew he could not put off the deed much longer.  Parting her
thin legs, he brought his engorged muscle to the fine slit of her groin. 
For a moment, his penetration seemed imminent.  The sight of such a large
man pressing down on such a small little girl seemed impossible; surely he
would crush her under his weight, while the girth of his manhood rammed
open her young body?  Then, perhaps knowing this, as the gentle giant I
know my slave and bodyguard to be, Erectus went on to his back and lifted
the child above him, positioning the entrance of her vagina above his
erection.



   We all watched as Erectus' lowered her opening down upon his girth, her
outer labial lips stretching around its tip to accommodate him.  The child
was shuddering in fear and apprehension, looking down at the mighty swollen
thing on to which she was about to be impaled in the groin.  It seemed
unlikely to me that she was used to such penetration, and I suspected my
old friend was having a further joke on me still.  Perhaps it was his way
of repaying me for the trouble the slave child Clitoria -- whom I gave him
some months earlier -- subsequently caused.  [See Story, "Caligula's
Errand"]



   In any case, the sweet child winced and grimaced as more of Erectus
filled her tight young sex.  With his huge hands, the big slave held her
firmly while he forced her down on him.  Meeting some resistance, Erectus
had no choice other than to force down further until, with a sharp cry of
pain and fine tears running down the girl's pretty face, a good measure of
Erectus' manhood filled her small cavity.  Having done so, he raised the
child up and down, making friction and stimulation to achieve consummation
with her.  I was not surprised to see a flow of blood run down the shaft of
my big slave's shaft.  There was a lot of blood -- virgin's blood -- from
her perforated little vagina.



   "Don't stop, big slave, until you have emptied your fluids into her
ravaged cunt," Prostatus called out somewhat coldly.  He was perhaps hoping
for a more gruelling defloration, a crying girl, and even more blood from
her torn groin.



   Erectus did not stop, despite the bloody mess than formed at the
conjunction of his manly groin with that of the young child's.  Her face
was a picture of quivering suffering, her mournful little sobs the only
sound in the quiet room, apart from Erectus' grunts.  I was surprised but
pleased that Prostatus did not rebuke her for her cries.  The look on his
face suggested he was enjoying observing her violation at the hands of my
loyal burly slave more than I realized.



   Finally, Erectus sucked in air, stiffened his back, and growled like a
beast as he climaxed up the torn fissure of the young girl's groin into
which he was thrusting.  Still holding her, his eyes closed, he moaned
"Ah..Ah...Ah..." several times from the pleasure and the release,
indifferent to the flow of blood mixed with his semen which flowed back
from her opening, down his bloody shaft, and on to his flopping, swinging
testicles.



   Having finished, Erectus looked too ashamed even to look at the child
he'd been forced to violate.  He gently lifted her from his body, and
placed her on the floor.  Immediately she curled up, clutching her bloody,
excruciating genitals.



   "May I go now, Master?" Erectus asked me, a drop of the girl's virgin
blood falling from the tip of his penis as he stood up.



   I nodded.  "We leave at sunrise," I told him.  "Have everything
prepared." He bowed respectfully and departed.



   About an hour later, I was in my room, preparing to retire.  To my
surprise, the nine-year-old or so appeared carrying towels.  "For you,
sir," she said, her eyes looking down.  She had washed all blood from her
defloration, and seemed without emotion on her face.  I'm always amazed at
the resilience of slaves -- even children; they seem capable of
withstanding all hardships.



   "Can I do anything else for you?" she mumbled.



   I looked at her.  I had no intention of following my slave's sex into
the ravaged groin of this violated slave child.  But the sweetness and
sensuality of her small pink lips took my attention.  Having watched so
much carnality that evening, was it so surprising that I should require
relief myself now?  I decided to avail myself of her soft, tender, moist
little mouth, which, I decided, was still virgin even if her vagina had now
been deflowered.



   I lay her on the bed, and, while I gently pinched her small dark hard
little nipples, pressed my urgent erection between her lips, using the
stimulation of her pretty tongue for my pleasure.  After a while, she
acquired the skill of sucking on my swollen erection, especially around the
tip, and I had no trouble spewing the contents of my testes -- powerful and
intense spurts such as they were -- into her mouth.  Without my demanding,
and with no objections, she allowed my warm sticky deposit to slip
elegantly down her sweet throat; from the look on her face, I think she
found the taste strange and exciting.  Her induction to adult pleasure
might have been painful, but I rather suspected she'd quickly find her
place in my friend's retinue of hedonist slaves.



   I gave her a coin on the promise that she would not reveal to her master
that I had taken pleasure from her young mouth.  She was happy to comply. I
had no intention of allowing my old friend victory from the knowledge that
I had, after all, weakened in the end and given in to the youthful charms
and beauty of his pretty slave child.



   Strange are the ways of rivalrous men!



   V....



   THE JOURNEY NEXT DAY TO POMPEII WAS, I am happy to relate, uneventful.
Always keeping a watchful eye, and our swords at the ready -- for roads
these days are dangerous with all manner of evil doers lurking to attack
unwary travellers -- we arrived at our destination in the late afternoon.



   Was there ever a place best suited for all types of carnality,
gratification, pleasure for hire, and wanton indulgence, than the city
Pompeii?  Not one to deny all the pleasures of the flesh myself, I bulk
however at the public displays of rape, torture, and bestial violation of
men, women, and children -- particularly aberrant slaves and criminals --
in which our citizens of Pompeii seemingly revel.  I am told a current
popular public punishment is taking the young daughters of those condemned
and impaling them on the erect phallus of a horse, first through the groin
and then in their rear opening.  Wagers are made, apparently, on whether
the horse explodes its prodigious load of semen inside the hapless girl
before she expires.  (Meeting out similar punishment to pregnant women is
also popular, I am told.  Wagers are made on whether or not the baby is
expelled, and, if so, its sex.) A favorite of the soldiers, as well as the
crowd, I am told, is performing sodomy rape on a young girl after a small
hideous biting thing has been forced into her sex opening.  As she screams
and thrashes about, they violate her one after another until she expires.
As we passed an amphitheater, I am relieved that, this time at least, I
cannot hear the cries of young girls and boys being violated most horribly
by all manner and means to the cheering of the crowd.



   I carry Areola's purse of coins, and a sealed scroll containing her
instructions regarding the virgin princess I am to escort to Rome.  Erectus
and I arrive at our place of destination, the largest 'pleasure house' in
Pompeii: the Venus House, a large, ornate building which has a front design
of curved marble which resembles (intentionally) the appearance of large
exposed labial folds of the female sex.  Even the entrance way makes a man
feel like he is walking into a gaping groin of woman.  Once inside, there
are paintings and murals everywhere depicting people at coitus; all manner
of preferences seem represented, including men exploding in ecstacy within
the smooth-featured groins and rear orifices of very youthful looking
females.  I take a special look at these as I proceed.



   Upon entry, I am approached by an obsequiously polite attendant who
doubtless wishes to direct me to the house 'wares'.  Immediately I state I
have business with the owner, a man called Scumus, and I display the
scroll. The wary menial takes the scroll and leaves without word.  Shortly
a portly, shrewd, courteous but disingenuous man arrives and addresses me.
He is now carrying the scroll.



   "Greetings citizen!  So you are from the Lady Areola," he says taking me
to one side, returning the scroll to me as he speaks.



   "I am here to collect..."



   "The item, yes," he says interrupting me.  I realize that more
discretion is required of me.  I merely nod and hand over the purse I have
been given for him.  He counts it carefully.  "Her Ladyship is most
generous," he says with a smile.  Then, all serious, he adds, "The...  item
will be ready for collection in the morning.  In the meantime, you shall
have a room here -- one of our best -- and, you have a slave?  -- he will
be housed in the back stables."



   "I prefer to keep my guard slave near me."



   He raises a hand.  "You are quite safe here, citizen." I had noticed
house guards at the front and others carefully placed inside, no doubt to
ensure the safety of those there to enjoy the services Scumus provided. 
Therefore, I do not object to his offer.  But he is not finished:



   "Lady Areola is so generous, I am pleased to offer you one of our
goddesses of pleasure."



   I am taken to a large room nearby.  There recline a number of beautiful
young women, all varying sizes, colorings and appearances.  They are all
lovely, and, seeing me with the owner, immediately look suggestively in my
direction.  "May I recommend THAT one," he says pointing.  "A dark-skinned
beauty from Alexandria, expert in all the ways of pleasure, willing to
...take you in all your manliness, in any way you might desire." She is
beautiful; she reminds me of my own eleven-year-old Alexandrian 'love
goddess' Vulvia back home, whose sweet young body and exquisite entrances
would pleasure me more than all the lovely females in this room combined.



   "Is she not like a ripe, juicy peach, citizen?" he whispers.  "Can you
think of a finer beauty to relax you after your journey, and expel all your
manly fluids in waves of ecstacy within the soft, moist, openings of her
fine young body?"



   I decide to be tactful.  "Indeed, sir," I say.  "But, my taste in
females is rather like my taste in fruit -- slightly green, firm, not quite
ripe, with juices that need to be drawn out, but are none-the-less fresh
and sweet for the effort."



   The cunning whore-peddler takes me in.  "Ah," he says.  "A lover of
youth -- a man after my own heart.  Follow me, citizen."



   He takes me to an area below.  After closing several doors behind us, we
are where he wishes to go: a room containing seven young girls and six
boys. They range from pre-teenage to mid-teenage.  One pretty little girl
looks no older than seven; a boy even younger.  They jump up when we enter,
and look apprehensively in our direction.



   "Our little pleasure deities," he says.  "What shall it be?  -- A young
Venus?  A young Zeus?  Perhaps one of each?  Why not enjoy their treasures,
then, while you rest, have them join in coital union for your edification?"



   Several of the young girls were very appealing; they were all scantily
dressed, and it was easy to view little pouting nipples, and the contour of
their young groin slits.  One or two covered their exposed privities with
their hands, out of modesty.  I find a girl-child doing this instantly
arousing.  But my eyes went instantly to a young girl cringing in the
corner.  She was perhaps eleven, with very fair features, golden hair, skin
pale -- no doubt from a far away area of the Empire -- and blue eyes.  She
dared not even look at me.  She looked scared, and beautiful, and
vulnerable; and, despite my earlier resolve to be ever vigilant and resist
temptation on this journey, I was overcome with desire for her.



   "SHE ...  will warm my bed very well," I said pointing her out.



   Scumus did not look pleased.  "Actually, citizen, I was keeping her
for...well, that is..." He hesitated.  "Ah, well, the Lady Areola WAS very
generous, so, you may have her citizen.  She will be brought to you
shortly." Then he added, "She is quite a prize citizen!  Not yet ruptured
between the legs; the honor will be yours.  I trust she bleeds well when
she succumbs to your thrusts and receives your deposit." I nodded in a way
to show gratitude.



   He led me after that to my room which was, as he promised, luxurious. 
As a courier for Areola, I was being treated well.  But I have learnt from
experience in my profession that appearances can be deceptive.  So I
renewed my resolve to remain on my guard.



   The fair-featured child-girl was delivered to my room by Scumus himself
a short time later.  After he left, she stood motionless, looking always
down.  I could smell the fear in her.  Fear and ...  something else.  I
felt sure I knew what that was.  I was about to commence my bath.  With a
firm but low voice I beckoned her over to me.  I began to undress her --
the thin clothing she was wearing took little effort.  Soon, she stood
before me, in all her youthful, emerging, pre-teenage beauty.



   She eventually told me her name was Nipplia, a child of Gaul, and closer
to twelve than eleven years.



   VI ....



   I WAS, BY NOW, COMPLETELY AROUSED FOR YOUNG FLESH, but I proceeded
carefully.  What I was doing showed little judgement.  I should have used
her for my pleasure, expelled my fluids within her, and given her little
other attention.  A child in a Pompeii brothel is in no way a rare thing;
such delights are available all over the city -- for a price.  Admittedly,
a virgin -- especially a fair-skinned one -- is less easy to come by.



   But such a young beauty!  What soft, delicate pale skin Nipplia
possessed.  In the bath I washed her thoroughly, exploring the pink
perfection of her beginning breasts, and sex and anal area.  At first she
was rigid and fearful, but later, after she realized I intended to be
gentle with her, she allowed me all exploration of her beautiful young
body. After my manhood rose to full erection, she found the sight of it
appealing.  The sensation of her small fair soft delicate fingers around my
organ and testicles induced an aching desire to fill her tight openings and
deposit myself deeply within her.  But I was measured in taking my
pleasure.



   After toweling dry, I parted her thighs and inspected closely the
opening of her sweet sex.  As I expected, and Scumus had boasted, her
virgin covering had not been ruptured.  I was right: It was the fragrant
aroma of her virginity I had breathed in when she arrived.



   Resting her on the bed, I kissed Nipplia's flat, taut belly, gradually
kissing and licking my way up until I reached her small, hard, faintly pink
nipples.  As I sucked on such sweet delights, I spoke to her in a calming
voice: "Sweet young girl.  Do you know that young girls like you are sent
by the Gods to please and serve men on this earth?  To give pleasure, and
receive the fluids of men whose passions you arouse with your soft, fresh
young body -- that is the exquisite gift you bring, Nipplia."



   Though her Latin was patchy, Nipplia seemed to understand my intent. 
When I finished sucking firmly and with great satisfaction on her
undeveloped nursing teats, my mouth and tongue found the opening of her
sex. Hungrily I devoured the taste and aroma of her fine, thin, delicate
pink folds, and the firm bud of her kleitoris.  There was no struggle in
her.  The sensations strong in her, she stretched back, her body a little
tense, her face full of apprehension, and allowed all my exploration of her
youth, beauty and charms.  When I gently pushed back her thighs to expose
the pink entrance of her anal opening, she moaned like a babe as my tongue
explored around and then inside the smooth walls within.



   Finally, with my erection throbbing for relief, and her sex sufficiently
moist from her fresh warm lubricant for my entry, I prepared to rupture
that which could never be repaired, and fill a crevice within her body
which, once filled, would mark the end of he childhood and the beginning of
her days of adult pleasure.



   As I felt the tight walls of her sex grip the shaft of my manhood,
Nipplia cried out softly and then threw her thin arms around my back.  She
was wailing softly, in words which I believe said, "I want to be your
little girl, Master....  give you all your pleasure...my Lord...  my
Master....I give myself to you." Such words could only have the effect of
adding to my lust, my desire for relief.  But I felt she had been
instructed to speak like this, possibly by Scumus in the hope of impressing
me.  I sensed I was not seeing her true sensual self.



   I pressed into her, and felt her body tear within.  Now, as I rocked in
and out of her, there was blood, and wetness, and a sense of pure
gratification.  I saw her wince in pain, but though my copulation with her
was measured and steady, my mind was utterly absorbed in the sensation and
pleasure of filling and inseminating her.  I felt her small fingers dig
into my back as I increased my thrusts to achieved climax.  For a moment
she shuddered -- whether in pain or from pleasure I could not be sure --
and then my body felt the inevitability of ejaculation, ecstacy and relief.
I can only vaguely recall how many powerful spurts of my semen erupted from
my loins.  There were many, and each one came with an intense wave of
gratification.  It was like the tight grip of her first-time opened passage
for pleasure and birth was drawing the seed of my manhood to absorb it deep
within her youthful sensuous body.



   After my spurts and grimaces of pleasure subsided, I remained inside her
perforated sex.  Neither the stickiness of our combined fluids, nor the
matter of her drying virgin blood prevented me from achieving a full
erection again while still inside her.  Such was the perfection of the
pleasure in coitus with this beautiful young girl, that I achieved climax
and ejaculation again a short time later; and this time, being not long
after the first, the grinding of our union was even more rigorous, and the
sensations were even more acute than the first.  Afterwards, like a little
girl, but without complaint, she moaned sweetly as I held on to her; and we
fell asleep, blood, semen, sweat, together with fluids from her sex,
staining both our groins.



   VII ....



   "YOU WANT TO TAKE HER!?" Scumus said incredulously.



   It was the following morning, and I was waiting for the princess virgin
to be brought to me for the journey to Rome.  But it wasn't the princess to
which Scumus was referring: it was to Nipplia, his outburst following my
request that I be allowed to buy her as my slave.



   At first I thought he would never agree, and that I would have to leave
this sweet gift from the Gods to a fate of sexual service every day at the
hands of brutes and bullies at the brothel.  But, surprisingly, after a few
minutes, probably because I was in the employ of Areola, he agreed to my
modest offer.  A large part of my fee from Areola was therefore expended in
buying a new slave child.  The folly of this did not escape me; I
desperately needed the money for existing household expenses; and neither
Labia nor Vulvia back in Rome would be happy with a new slave child to
compete for my attentions and further add to my expenditures.



   But, the trade was done, and the girl was mine.  And, despite logic, I
had no regrets -- just as I felt when I first saw Vulvia at that slave
market in Rome when she was nine-years-old, standing there, on display, her
lovely virgin sex exposed for the male bidders to see, a sensuous child of
perfection whose fate would have been daily violation and defilement had I
not bought her.



   Erectus was waiting for me at the back of the brothel.  Moments later,
Nipplia appeared.  The look on her face was one of joy, for she knew I had
acquired her.  (When I left her in the room earlier she begged me to take
her.  In case my bid to buy her failed I said nothing to her, so she was
naturally joyous to see me, now her new master.)



   "My Master," she said softly bowing.  "I will serve you always."



   How pretty she looked in the morning sun; her golden hair flowing in the
breeze, her beautiful little nipples hard and obvious under the thin dress
she had on.  I felt sure she would complement my household well; I knew
Labia would induct her well as to my needs; and already I was imagining
Nipplia with Vulvia, naked together, enjoying play with their lovely young
bodies, and giving me delicious intimate pleasure.  Three slave girls in my
house was my preference; Hymenia was sadly missed, but the beautiful fair
Nipplia would bring a fresh new dimension to my homely life of pleasure.



   "Master?" Erectus said, deducing that Nipplia was not the "princess" but
a new slave girl of mine.  I did not reply.  Explanations could wait. 
Then, Scumus appeared with a young girl.



   The twelve-year-old walked with an elegance and grace that seem to befit
a princess.  Unlike Nipplia, this girl was expensively dressed, and the
fabric did justice to her beautiful young body.  Her long hair was a dark
brown, pleated at the back in a way which must have taken some slave some
time.  With large brown eyes, and skin pale and flawless, she was as
attractive a girl for her age that I had ever seen.  I could make out small
developing breasts, and immediately imagined the pleasure of sucking on her
sweet young nipples.  Was she still a virgin?  A parting of her legs and an
inspection of the perfection that lay at the conjunction of her legs and
waist would be both enjoyable and instructive.  But, since I knew this was
a girl I'd never take my pleasure with, I put all such thoughts from my
mind.



   "I am Virgia," she said softly as she approached.



   "I am Phallus," I replied.  "My guard slave and I will escort you to
Rome."



   The young beauty smiled enigmatically.  Though she spoke Latin, it was
accented; she was from some far away land, though, which one was not
obvious to me.  I would make no enquiries; I would do my job and not press
further.  There was danger about this girl, I sensed; all my concentration
was needed for the journey.



   ***



   We left for Rome.  Nipplia sat behind me on my horse; Virgia would ride
with Erectus.  He was instructed to guard her with his life, and I expected
no less.



   The first part of the journey was uneventful.  We made for a tavern
about half-way the distance to Rome.  I had stayed there before and
experienced no difficulties.  Arriving in the afternoon, the tavern keeper
was amused at my request for a large room in which we would all sleep. 
Sharing accommodation with one's slaves is not usual.  I suspect he thought
we had a night of carnality with the girls in mind.  I did not explain, but
I was intent on staying together to guard the princess.



   We settled in, Nipplia always staying close to me, nervous and tense. 
The princess Virgia remained very quiet, and sat by herself in one corner.
She hardly addressed Nipplia at all, as if the girl was too lowly to
acknowledge.  I sent Erectus to bring food from the tavern.  The meal of
bread, cheese and olives arrived, and we ate in somber quiet.



   Then it was time for sleep.  Erectus and I took turns keeping watch
throughout the night while the girls slept.  Nipplia cuddled up close to me
in the bed while I held her.  Under the blanket I gently caressed her
lovely nipples until they firmed between my fingers, and ran my finger
along the slit of her sex until I felt the sensation of her lubricant
oozing from her delicate genital folds.  Feeling for my hardened erection,
she carefully took hold of it with her small soft hand.  Had we been alone
she would have gladly given me pleasure; but, I was content to have her
hold my manhood with her fingers.  From the previous night -- or more
accurately in the morning -- she had learned how much a man enjoys a girl
to stimulate his organ with her mouth.  Under the blanket, for just a few
short but delightful minutes before I drifted off to an unsettled sleep,
she lightly kissed and then sucked on my hardened erection.  I'd have
happily spurted in her pretty mouth, but thought it unwise given the
nearness of my guard slave and the virgin princess.



   In the quiet of night, my mind became reflective.  Perhaps it was
because of the tavern where we were; perhaps because Nipplia was returning
with me to Rome that made me think of Hymenia and the way I came by her...



   It was in a tavern like this one where I found Hymenia.  I was staying
just the night in a town a day's ride from the city.  The owner, a coarse
old woman and her equally boorish son, were attending me well enough. 
While eating a mundane meal in their tavern I first saw Hymenia, then
nearly ten-years-old, dirty, dressed in rags, her hair unkempt.  The old
woman was barking at their slave girl: "Hymenia, see the citizen's cup is
full! ...  Hymenia, you useless harlot's offspring, collect the empty
bowls!" Poor Hymenia was doing her best, but nothing pleased the old shrew.
It was when the girl approached that I saw how pretty she was -- thin but
lovely of limb, big dark round eyes, and sweet of soul.  Our eyes met,
held, and I swear a surge of arousal went through me despite her dirty
ragged appearance.



   Later that night, being hot, and unable to sleep, I walked around
outside.  In the darkness I saw a faint light in the stables at the back of
the tavern.  Investigating carefully, I remained out of sight but could see
what was going on: the owner's son was on his knees, vigorously stroking
his engorged erection while grunting and growling at Hymenia.  The
ten-year-old was naked and crouching under a horse, her hands around its
swollen protruding penis.  "Good, you little cunt slave, play with the
beast's stinking cock....  Rub it against your little tits....  Yes, yes,
enclose it between your filthy legs, you slave slut child....  Press the
slit between your legs against the vile pink thing of the stinking
animal....More....  More....  Open your legs so I can see it rub against
your crack, you worthless girl of the belly of a slave slut....!" He did
not let up his instructions to the girl, all the while jerking his manhood
feverishly in order to pleasure himself.



   Hymenia did all that she was asked to do; more than once the beast, its
organ fully aroused, spewed spurts of its hot runny semen over her body. 
Hymenia kept stimulating the animal while its rancid vile discharge
dribbled down her chest and belly and thighs; her young smooth groin was
stained with it; I could see the slit of her lovely sex dripping of it.



   "More!...More!" the man barked.  "Kiss its filthy pole, you little
whore...kiss it!" he barked.  Again Hymenia obeyed, and while she held and
kissed the protruding animal organ more spurts of its seed splashed on to
her poor hard little nipples.



   Finally, he was close to his own release.  "Come here," he barked at
her, urgency in his voice.  She approached, coated with horse ejaculate,
reeking of it, dripping with it.  He made her sprawl out on the ground,
then stood over her, all the time jerking madly at his erection. 
"Cunt....Cunt...  You're a child....cunt....  Ahhhhhh.......Ohhhh..." I saw
him grunt and groan as he unleashed his own urgent spurts on to Hymenia,
adding his own disgusting discharge to that of the horse's, especially
dropping globs on her face and meagre dark nipples.



   At that point I left quietly.  I felt sure he had not known I was there.
By next morning my mind was resolved.  Seeing the man by himself in the
tavern, I approached and said, "Here are a few coins, citizen, in exchange
for the child servant Hymenia."



   "She is not for sale citizen!" he snapped back.



   "I believe she is," I replied, "or else we can take up the matter with
your Mother -- especially your intimate pleasures in the stable at night
with the child attending you."



   The oaf went bright red and looked enraged at the same time.  For a
moment I thought an altercation might ensue, but, perhaps knowing the
trouble I could cause him, he snatched the coins, spitting at me, "Take her
citizen -- my Mother never liked her anyway -- but never come back here."



   I never did.



   Delighted, Hymenia returned home with me to Rome, Labia taking her under
her wing and showing her all the ways of pleasure that suit me.  She never
knew that I saw her at forced bestial intimacy with the horse.  Once
cleaned and groomed her beautiful young child's body provided me with much
pleasure; her tendency to openly display her charms by parting her legs and
pulling at her fine freshy folds always aroused me greatly.  And, much to
my surprise, I discovered on our first time of union that her barrier
between the legs was unbroken -- the oaf had not had coitus with her.  It
gave me much pleasure to rupture her; she gave in completely.



   This night, reflecting on that event several years ago, I could still
remember the warmth of her virgin blood growing sticky between our groins
as I filled her opening gently but fully, and expended my fluids deep
within her sweet young body....







   VIII ....



   NOT LONG AFTER DEPARTING THE TAVERN THE NEXT MORNING, we were met on the
road by a slave boy of my friend Prostatus Semenatus -- the same handsome
slave who'd performed coitus with a young girl for us while we dined on our
stop over journey.  He and another slave had been sent by their master to
watch for us, he told me.



   "My Master has important news," he said, "and requests most urgently
that you visit before your return to Rome."



   It had not been my intention to stop at Prostatus' farm on the return
journey, but since he'd gone to the trouble of reaching me, I could not
decline his request.



   We were at Prostatus' property a short time later.  He looked over my
new slave-child acquisition with interest and approval, and the virgin
princess as well, arranged for them to be cared for and groomed by his head
household slave girl -- I asked that Nipplia be returned to me after
grooming to attend to my personal needs -- then took me aside to talk in
private.



   "You must consider the information I have to tell you," Prostatus said
gravely, "since it relates to your journey."



   "How so?"



   "I believe the child you are escorting is not a gift for the Emperor's
pleasure, but is to be used for some sacrificial purpose of the Lady
Areola," Prostatus said.  He explained that while he believed the girl was
of royal family from some kingdom annexed by Rome, she was to be killed
most horribly by Areola who was a member of a secret religious sect which
glorifies virgin sacrifice and would see the return of kingship to Rome.



   "Does the virgin know this?" I asked.



   "She knows she is to die, but not so horribly.  Her family -- who
believe in human sacrifice -- believe they have given her as an offering to
secure political favors from the Emperor, but in truth she is merely to be
sacrificed for Areola's purpose."



   "How will they kill her?" I asked.



   Prostatus looked sternly at me.  "She will be raped by men, many and
brutally.  Then whipped, and her private areas seared by hot irons. 
Violation by animals will follow, until she is torn open at the orifices.
It lasts until she is barely alive, still being violated while her entrails
are exposed."



   "I thought virgin sacrifice meant killing a virgin AS a virgin -- isn't
that the whole point?" I asked.



   Prostatus shook his head.  "Areola's cult believe that defiling a royal
virgin will appease the Gods.  The more she suffers, the more the Gods are
pleased."



   I disapproved of this greatly.  Young girls are gifts from the Gods --
to be enjoyed, nurtured, educated for pleasure and satisfaction.  It
offended my Roman republican ideals for virgins -- royal or otherwise -- to
be horribly violated for some religious purpose.  But Prostatus had even
more worrying news:



   "Phallus, I believe you are in great danger.  My information is that you
are not to reach Rome alive.  The virgin princess is to be abducted for the
sacrifice, and you blamed for her disappearance when the 'gift' to the
Emperor does not reach Rome.  Of course..."



   "I will disappear too -- permanently -- and her family told it was my
treachery to blame for her disappearance," I said.



   My friend nodded.  "Yes, I believe that is Areola's plan." I asked him
how he knew all this.  He merely replied that he had sources from Areola's
household.  Now that was interesting, but I did not press him.



   "Does Claudius know anything of this?" I asked Prostatus.



   "I doubt it.  This subterfuge is all the work of Areola acting on his
behalf, but without his knowledge.  And, anyway, the Emperor prefers bossy
young women with big breasts who fuss over him like a mother.  He has no
taste for young girls or their delights."



   Prostatus and I discussed the matter at length.  It was a serious
situation, and, as things stood, I would likely befall a calamitous fate
the next day on the road to Rome.  But nor could I just return the virgin
to Pompeii.  A plan to secure her safety, as well as my own, had to be
found.  We kept talking...



   ***



   Nipplia was waiting for me when I returned to my room some hours later.
She'd been bathed and groomed, and looked and smelled delightful.  I had no
desire for coitus, given the bad news of the evening.  But once I rested on
my bed, the sweet fair-skinned creature's attention aroused me perfectly.
Naked, her pink nipples hard and flushed from grooming, Nipplia kissed me
affectionately on the mouth, before allowing her own lovely mouth and
tongue to attend my body.  I had saved her from a terrible fate at the
Venus House; it was natural that she wished to please in any way she could.



   Her body smelling so fresh and clean and sweet, and her lovely fair hair
falling over me, I felt the exquisite sensation of her mouth as she sucked
on my nipples.  This is a pleasure I very much enjoy.  She moaned faintly
and often as she sucked on me, like an infant taking its sustenance --
sounds which could only arouse me to desire and to a full erection.



   I felt her mouth make its way down, until, taking hold of the girth of
my throbbing organ, she slipped her lips over it.  For one so young and
inexperienced, she had a natural way with fellatio -- as some young girls
do -- and though I could have mounted her fresh, firm, young body in any
and all of her openings as I might wish, I was happy to rest back and allow
her exquisitely soft, moist, delicate tongue lap around and across the
contour of my glans, enjoying her sensuous and attentive sucking, both up
and down the length of my aching shaft, and around the tip, until the
pleasure and power of the sensations her warm, wet mouth induced in me were
so great I merely had to arch back and tighten my buttocks to allow my body
to erupt in climax, as successive spurts of my semen -- accompanied by
waves of pure and intense pleasure -- flooded into her open willing mouth.



   I fell asleep with her nestling next to me -- naked, beautiful, caring
and attentive.  I stroked the contour of her lovely sex, lightly pulling on
her delicate folds as I did so, while I drifted off.  I felt a fresh
coating of her lubricant on my fingers as I did so.  Had I been less tired,
I would gladly have drank the delicious nectar of her young fresh sex,
believing, as do many lovers of young girls in Rome, that such fresh
secretions are efficacious to the health.  But this night, sleep took me
quickly.



   IX ....



   I woke early the next morning.  Nipplia was nestled next to me.  How
lovely her young pale skin looked in the morning; how sweet her little pink
nipples were as I took them into my mouth to wake her.  She stirred and
pressed into me.  Half-asleep, I decided to wake her fully as a man should
a young girl: with a hard hot phallus slipped slowly but firmly into the
slit between her legs.  She was only partially moist, but there was enough
of her juice to allow me to begin my entry.  How tight her love opening
was; I could feel the slippery canal within her give way to my hardness.  I
heard her moan; it was neither a groan of pain, nor a sound of pleasure,
but the whimper of a sweet child feeling the power and substance of a man's
sex filling her between the legs first thing in the morning.



   I filled her until it was impossible for her youthful sheath to
accommodate any more of my erection.  As I rocked in and out of her, she
first parted her fair legs as far apart as possible to facilitate me; then
she wrapped her legs around me, tightening them as the sensations from our
joined loins became intense for her.  It was restful, rhythmic copulation,
a smooth coupling of man and child together in the act of pleasure.  As my
thrusting became more rapid, I felt a growing wetness between us; the
lovely young slave was weeping lubricant in abundance, making our
intercourse even easier for her and more soggily enjoyable for me.



   I pressed down with each thrust, hoping to stimulate the bud of her sex.
She was new to pleasure with a man; the more pleasurable she found it, the
more accommodating she was likely to be in the future.  Or so I have found
with my other young slave girls.  It seemed to work, for Nipplia began to
moan sweetly and groan faintly, until I felt a shudder from her body
beneath me.  She opened her mouth, winced, then half-cried out a suppressed
cry.  It was a lovely young girl's climax she had enjoyed.  I felt her
relax; then I hurried my own thrusts into her sweet body, until my own mind
clouded over in climax, and I emptied numerous spurts of the juices of my
manhood deep into the crevice of her groin.



   ***



   It was very early, and I had every expectation that I might remain in
bed for a while with Nipplia.  She was still wrapped around me following
our intimate union.



   But it was not to be.



   "Phallus!" I heard a voice call out.  It was Prostatus.  He burst into
my room, my slave Erectus behind him, a sword in his hand.



   "She's gone!" Prostatus exclaimed.



   "Who?"



   "Your virgin princess -- taken in the night, probably abducted, I don't
know," my friend and host explained.  He looked truly worried.



   "Erectus!  -- it was YOUR job to protect her!" I bellowed.  My slave
cringed and begged for my forgiveness.  "What were you doing?  -- fucking
that slave woman up her anus, I imagine!?" I rarely display such anger
towards my slaves, and Erectus was truly mortified at what had happened,
and at my wrath.



   "I blame myself," Prostatus said.  "I told your big slave that she was
safe in the room I gave her.  If anything it is MY slaves who will be
punished..."



   The discussion seemed pointless.  "We must leave," I snapped.  "There is
no time to lose."



   ***



   Prostatus tried his best to dissuade me from my course of action: The
road would be dangerous; they might be waiting for me, ready to kill me as
I approached Rome; wait until he had time to gather a retinue of guard
slaves to travel with me, he said.  He was right, of course.  But I knew
waiting would be more dangerous -- for Virgia.  I knew who had taken her
and why; but where remained another matter.  And, why hadn't they
dispatched me at Prostatus' villa?  "Too dangerous," he suggested. 
"Snatching her in the middle of the night was one thing.  Murdering you,
quite another."



   Whatever the reason for my continued life, I would do what I must to
avenge Virgia's abduction.  We set out at maximum speed for Rome -- Nipplia
riding with Erectus, with my order to deliver her safely to my home in Rome
while I went off in search of the virgin princess.  Erectus objected to the
plan, but had no choice.  I told him I did not blame him for the girl's
abduction, and sent him off with my new child slave.  As I set off, my
anger at having been used like a fool by a depraved patrician murderess for
her archaic rituals of human sacrifice only became greater.  If I was too
late to save the virgin from torture, defilement and death, I would have my
revenge on Areola, or die in the attempt.

   Despite my constant vigilance, and break-neck speed, I encountered no
danger on my ride back to the city.  Once there, I headed for Areola's
villa on the Palatine.  After arriving, and expecting the worst, I ventured
inside, sword in hand.  I was startled when her head slave boy, Scrotus,
appeared before me.



   "Where is your Mistress!?" I demanded.



   "Engaged in the torture and killing of two young virgins," he said
passively.  "One of them is the princess you located in Pompeii."



   "You will tell me where, or I will kill you where you stand!" The slave
was not only alone but also unarmed.  But my threat perturbed him little.



   "Certainly, Phallus Majorus," he said with a cheerless smile.  "There is
a large room built below this villa, accessible from only one hidden door.
I will show you the way.  You will know when you are close: you will hear
the screams of young virgins being raped, burnt about their nipples and sex
and rear passages with red hot irons, then impaled on the huge swollen
organs of beasts." After a pause he added, "The Lady Areola is there,
naked, along with several other high-class friends, engaged in torture,
pleasure and virgin sacrifice."



   I was suspicious, sensing a trap.  Scrotus read my thoughts.  "Of
course, I was instructed, should you arrive here, to direct you to a ruined
villa out from Rome where, I was to say, the girl had been taken.  In fact
several brutes in the service of Areola are there waiting to kill you upon
your arrival."



   I suspect I looked as confused as I felt.  "You...  are helping me?" I
asked.



   "Yes, Phallus Majorus -- against the orders of my Mistress, for which,
no doubt, I will be tortured and executed." Then he added, "I'm pleased
that my message about Areola's intentions sent to your friend at his farm
arrived in time.  I was not, however, able to prevent the child's
abduction."



   "It was you.......?"



   He didn't give me time to ask the question.  "You recall the young slave
girl, Ovarine, whom I was forced to beat about the belly until she ruptured
and expelled the child within her on the floor?"



   I nodded.  "Yes, your lover, was she not?"I said.



   Scrotus flinched.  "How did you...  know that?" he asked in amazement.
"We told no one."



   "It was obvious -- at least to me," I told him.  "The look on your face
as the cane you were forced to use struck her stomach.  Beat her pregnant
belly, or confess and both die -- a terrible decision to have to make."



   "Ah, the investigator's instinct," he said, his face full of sadness. 
"Well, she bled until she died," he continued.  "Can you believe that
Areola performed violations on her, after you left, until Ovarine died? 
She forced wooden phalluses up her back orifice and stood naked over my
beloved, urinating over her while Ovarine bled copiously down the thighs."



   "You could do nothing," I said seeing his pain.



   "No, but I can now " he said.  I followed him to the next room.  Lifting
a concealed opening in the floor he told me to follow the steps which led
down.  "Go quietly, it is quite deep below.  But there is only one slave
guard.  Despatch him and you should be able to kill most of the others, if
you are skillful." He looked at me intently.  "Promise you will kill Areola
if you can."



   I nodded.  "Assist me ...  take a sword...  take your revenge!"



   He hesitated, then picked up a blade nearby and said, "I am no warrior,
but I will do what I can, Phallus Majorus."



   X ....



   THE SLAVE AND I CREPT SLOWLY DOWN THE DARKLY-LIT STAIRS until we reached
another small door.  I opened it carefully.  The sounds of a young girl's
agony filled the air.  Ahead stood a guard.  His back was before us, but he
was holding something, or rather someone, who was struggling under his
arms. At the same time he was looking down into a lower area where
something was going on.



   I stretched my neck and could just see a young girl being suspended in
the air, her hands tied to a wooden beam above.  She was kicking and
screaming; blood stained her groin, and streamed down her thighs.  Her
nipples looked burnt and blistered.  There was a woman near her, naked, and
she was pressing irons from a fire into the slit of her sex and up her anal
area.  I recognized Areola as the woman.  I did not recognize any of the
five men who were standing around watching, irons in their hands, waiting
their turn to burn the delicate flesh of the intimate areas of the young
girl's body.



   The girl screamed as Areola forced the tip of the searing iron against
the bud of her sex.  "Oh Gods of our Kings from the past," Areola said to
the heavens.  "Those we unwisely banished for the sake of our foolish
Republic -- hear the cries of this girl, a virgin just ravished for your
honor, and accept her torment for your pleasure as we defile her youth,
beauty and the essence of her fertility.  Enjoy her misery as we honor you,
our Gods!"



   To punctuate her offering, Areola forced the hot iron deeply up the
girl's vagina, producing a cry so loud from the girl she almost drowned out
Areola's words.  I also couldn't help but notice, given her nakedness, a
slight curvature to Areola's belly.  I guessed she was several months
pregnant.



   Inflamed by what I saw, I was comforted by one fact: the young girl
being tortured was not Virgia, but another not known to me, a girl no older
than twelve years, a beauty with long black hair.  Another virgin princess?
-- I thought that unlikely.  Probably just some poor wretched girl chosen
by Areola to suffer first, just for their pleasure in the guise of honoring
the Gods.



   Contemplating our action, crouching out of view, Scrotus pointed to the
guard.  It was apparent that he was holding Virgia.  She was struggling
against him, forced to watch the girl's violation and death, knowing that
she was next to suffer the fate of rape, torture by hot irons, then death
while copulating with beasts.



   I gestured to Scrotus that we might be able to kill the guard and snatch
the girl before the others below could see.  But he anticipated my plan and
lurched toward the burly guard, approached from behind, and then throttled
him around the neck.  But it would take two of us to deal with him.  I
drove my blade into the man's chest, then reached forward and took hold of
Virgia before she screamed in fear.  Recognizing me, she hugged me, the
relief at seeing me palpable.



   "Scrotus, you must take the girl to my household.  You will both be safe
there.  I will proceed here alone."



   "No, Phallus Majorus," he replied shaking his head.  "It is YOU who must
return with the virgin.  I will kill as many here as I can....  Go!"



   It was clear his mind was set.  As I hurried away with the virgin
princess, my last sight of the slave Scrotus saw him leaping down to the
pit below, his sword swinging wildly.  I heard screams.  In my mind I
prayed the Gods would grant him the good fortune to kill all of them,
especially his evil mistress.



   ***



   I realized while returning to my home through the hectic streets of Rome
that this would serve little purpose.  Agents of Areola would come, even if
Scrotus succeeded in killing her.  None of us would be safe unless I could
find a way of expunging this scourge from Rome.  This was certainly beyond
my means.  There was only one man who had that power: the Emperor.



   I approached the guards at the perimeter of the Emperor's palace.  It
seemed a hopeless goal, but I had to attempt it.  I remembered I still had
the scroll Areola had given me for Pompeii, and I had brought it with me. I
showed it to the head of the Praetorian Guard, stating boldly that I
brought a princess offering from one of Rome's dominions, but, more
importantly that there was treason against the Emperor involved and I
needed to inform him immediately.



   This was risky strategy.  I could easily have been dragged away and
tortured for such an outburst.  For a moment I thought my fate was sealed,
such was the look on the Praetorian's grim face.  Then a desperate thought:
"Take this matter to the scribe Glanus, who serves our Emperor," I
instructed in a measured voice.  "He will confirm that I am a true citizen
of Rome and loyal to our Emperor."



   The soldier gave me the benefit of the doubt.  Shortly the virgin and I
were taken to a large room in the palace.  Glanus, with whom I had had
previous dealings, appeared.  I suddenly remembered that he was no longer a
slave scribe, but a freedman, and an important advisor to Claudius.



   "Phallus Majorus, plebeian investigator, I see we meet again.  And such
a sweet creature with you too.  You are lucky not to be in chains in our
dungeon." As he spoke, he read my scroll which the Praetorian had given
him. "Explain this!" he said glaring at me.



   I started to explain the whole sorry saga.  But after a minute he
stopped me, and gestured for us to follow him.  He led us into an ornate
opulent room.  I recognized the Emperor at once, pouring over scrolls and
parchments.



   I bowed to Claudius.  "Caesar," I said respectfully.ÊHe turned and
glared at me.  "Whhhy are you here again, Phhhallus Majorus?" he said in
faltering speech.  I was gratified that he remembered me over the matter of
the errand I did for his murdered nephew, the Caesar Caligula, the previous
year.



   Mustering my courage, I relayed all I knew about the work of the Lady
Areola, her deception, her use of his name to secure a virgin princess for
rape and sacrifice, her religious cult dedicated to the return of Kingship
to Rome.  As I spoke, Claudius read the scroll I had given to Glanus.



   After I finished he looked up at me.  His face showed little expression,
but I saw anger in his eyes.  "The Lady Areola goes too far!" he said. 
There was no stuttering now; his voice was low and deliberate.  He called
his scribe and advisor Glanus over.  "Send some soldiers over to her
villa," he said.  Then he whispered something else.  I could not hear, but
I suspected it would not bode well for Areola.



   "And this virgin..." Claudius said, looking at Virgia.  "What need have
I for a virgin child girl?"



   He looked at me.  "What is the use of a flat-chested girl -- virgin or
otherwise -- with no breasts to fondle, no crotch hair to caress and make
wet from her lubricant?  Can you understand the attraction of a child,
Phallus Majorus?  Give me a rounded woman with curved hips, heavy breasts
which swing when played with, nipples which a man can lick and suck on for
pleasure, a woman's loins into which a man can thrust himself into ecstacy
and fill her belly with his life!  What possible joy can there be in a
thin, undeveloped girl whose sex is so tight and dry it chafes a man's
shaft upon penetration, whose belly is not yet fertile and ready for his
seed?"



   The lame but wily old Emperor looked at me.  "Phallus Majorus?"



   I could hardly contradict Caesar, even if all the things he discounted
about the beauty of young girls were the very things which drove my
passions.  How could I say that the only pleasure I felt when erupting in
ecstacy was within the tight snug entrance of a child's delicate sheath and
her other openings?  How could I explain that the firm, fresh,
un-developed, emerging beauty of girl youth -- that which the Emperor
dismissed so easily -- was, for me, the purest form of erotic pleasure?;
and that girls were like transient gifts from the Gods, to be taken,
enjoyed, loved, and taught in all ways of pleasure before their time of
fertility arrived?



   Glanus saved me.  "I believe, Caesar, that our investigator IS a lover
of youth; a connoisseur, in fact, of fresh girlhood and all their charms.
He has several slave girls in his household, I believe."



   After a moment the Emperor laughed.  "I see.  Well, do we Romans not
show tolerance in all things?  Pray to your Gods as you please, but obey
the Emperor!; take pleasure where you find it, but pay your taxes and honor
our noble Republic!"



   I might have said that since the time of Augustus there was little of
the Republic left to honor.  But now was the time for discretion and a
little servitude.  "Caesar is wise as always.  No Roman is more loyal than
me," I said with deference.



   My obsequiousness hardly fooled the lame but cunning Claudius.  "Just as
long as you can fuck young girls, eh, Phallus Majorus?" he replied with a
chuckle.  Claudius' crudity and levity surprised me, but at least I knew I
was safe.



   He returned to seriousness quickly.  "I have no need of this girl.  I
shall have her returned to her family with my thanks and so on..."



   Virgia, who had remained quiet by my side the whole time, now whispered
in my ear.  Claudius was not pleased at this insult.  "What is she saying?"
he barked.



   I cleared my throat.  "The child has said that if she returns to her
family a virgin it will be a dishonor and she will be killed."



   The Emperor pulled a face.  "Very well, she must be deflowered before
she leaves.  I give that...burdensome chore to you, Phallus Majorus." His
tone was full of sarcasm.  "Take her," he said gesturing.  "Perforate her
at your leisure until tomorrow; spill your seed in to her as yet infertile
belly as you please.  My guards will come for her then, after you have
finished with her, and she will be returned to her home."



   But again Virgia spoke in my ear.  Impatient, Claudius said, "What now?"



   "Caesar, the child tells me if she returns home she will still die as it
will be interpreted by her family that you have spurned her.  She asks if
she might be allowed to stay in Rome as my...  house girl." Even as I heard
my own words I couldn't believe them.  A princess in MY house!?



   Claudius sighed in irritation.  "You wish this, child?" he asked Virgia.
"You will serve him and pleasure him as you would me?"



   "Yes Caesar," she whispered, in awe at being in the Emperor's presence.



   "Very well, take her," he said clearly growing tired of the matter. 
Then, much to my delight, he added, "And Glanus will provide you with a
purse in recognition of your loyalty, the danger you have encountered, and
in compensation for the burden you have accepted in keeping this child."
Then he again looked at Virgia intently up and down.  "Lovely face, perfect
skin," he said, "but no tits, none.  And hardly any on the way.  I must
have tits to suck!  What would I bury my face into?  What would I suck at
night?  A child in MY bed with no heaving bosom and big nipples to soothe
me?  -- preposterous!"



   With that he turned back to his scrolls and suddenly it was as if we
were not there at all.



   Virgia looked noticeably happy at this news, surprising since it seemed
a lowly fate for one of high birth.  I left the Emperor's palace, purse in
one hand, the other guiding the girl, as we entered the manic streets of
the city.  I was relieved at being safe, but my mind was swimming at what
had happened.



   As we walked, I heard Virgia say, "I shall serve and pleasure you with
all my heart, Master."



   I winced.  "I am but a plebeian who has made some success of my life. 
How can I have a princess in my house call me 'master'?" I said to her.



   Virgia stopped walking, and so I stopped too.  "Master," she said.  "I
am not a real princess, but a slave girl from the Court.  My King said your
Emperor didn't deserve a real princess because he was such a fool.  I was
instructed on how to present myself as a noble girl, and sent here."



   Virgia paused.  Having confessed, she awaited my reaction.  Her hands
were trembling.



   "You are NOT a princess?" I asked, my tone just a little cold.  She
responded with a slight shaking of her head; then she looked down
diffidently.  I took a long hard look at her: lovely long brown pleated
hair; big dark sensitive eyes, a beautiful body just beginning to curve
with the onset of pubescence; and the merest swelling of her breasts.  (Had
Claudius' eyes been better he would have seen -- there is nothing sweeter
or more pleasurable for a man to take between his lips!)



   I smiled at Virgia reassuringly.  "Then you shall be MY princess," I
told her, "and the pleasure you shall give will be mine."



   Virgia's beautiful young face now radiated happiness.  As we continued
walking I pondered that if she was not a princess, perhaps she was not a
virgin either?



   "Are you....?" I began, with this question in mind.  She looked at me
sweetly.  But I did not ask her.  I would find out soon enough, the next
day, if all was well.  It was quite a while since we had enjoyed a
defloration ritual in my household -- not since Vulvia's.  I would make
Virgia's entry to the sexual world of pleasure a very special ceremony.







   XI ....



   I WAS MUCH RELIEVED TO FIND THAT ALL WAS WELL IN MY HOUSEHOLD.  Erectus
was standing guard outside, ready for any danger.  Fortunately, there had
been none.  Labia and Vulvia were beyond joy and relief to see me.  Before
Vulvia embraced me, I noticed that pretty Nipplia had been sitting on the
floor next to her.  I hoped that it was a sign that they would become
close, just as Vulvia and my departed Hymenia had once been.



   "Another girl, Master?" Labia asked, pointing to Nipplia.  She did not
look pleased.



   "Two girls," I said, presenting Virgia to them.  Labia looked at me
sternly now.  She was, after all, responsible for managing the household on
my modest means.  But when I displayed the full purse the Emperor had given
me, she was all smiles.  Then she embraced me.  I felt the bulge of her
full pregnant belly, and the unique arousing aroma of her body which her
present state had induced.  It was good to be home.



   ***



   First came the time for full explanations.  Any concern that the new
additions to my household retinue would cause difficulties passed quickly.
Vulvia and Nipplia seemed to bond almost immediately.  I was looking
forward to enjoying them both together in my bed.  And Labia took charge of
both girls, laying down the rules of my household, establishing her
authority, and instructing them as to my needs.  It was important for Labia
to create harmony amongst my household of slave girls, and she did this
immediately.  Even sweet Vulvia -- whom I might have expected to resent the
addition of two more young girls to compete for my pleasure needs -- was
accepting of my enlarged household.  The Gods had taken lovely Hymenia from
us, I told them, but had sent us Virgia and Nipplia in return.  Thus
balance had been restored, and indeed even tipped somewhat in our favor. 
We should be grateful.  This explanation seemed to impress them.



   I announced that Virgia's initiation to pleasures of the body would
happen the next day.  I told her to rest until then.  She was clearly
exhausted by recent events.  I would not even gaze at her nakedness -- as
much as I longed to explore and take pleasure from her beautiful young body
and find out the truth or otherwise of her virginity.  It would not be
necessary to inspect her sex, like a slave bought in the common market. 
The scent of her young opening and folds would tell me just before I
devoured her flavors and aromas.  But I would wait until the next day for
that.  Tonight she would sleep.  Her last night as a virgin?  Well, I hoped
so, but either way it wouldn't matter.



   But I was sorely in need of relaxation and pleasure.  While Virgia
rested, I bathed with Nipplia and Vulvia.  They were naked with me in my
bathing room.  I relaxed while their small gentle hands washed me all over,
Vulvia showing the new girl how I liked to be caressed and cleaned.  How
lovely they looked, together, wet, coated with cleaning oils, their little
nipples hard and protruding, Vulvia's dark beauty contrasting so pleasingly
with Nipplia's fair skin and pink tonings.  I closed my eyes while they
pressed their sweet young bodies against mine; how arousing the sensation
was of their hardened nipples against my skin; and the silky feeling of
their groin slits rubbed against my body.



   Lazily, relaxing, while they cleaned me, I caressed and fondled their
nipples, sexual folds and anuses, all the time building to a full and
aching erection that only intimacy with such young beauty can induce.  And
in front, Labia, resting on her side, watching us, directing the girls
quietly, her lovely belly bulging, her lactating breasts drooping slightly.
After the dangers of the past week, it was pleasing setting.



   Then I felt the familiar sensation of Vulvia's fingers in the water
massaging the tight muscles of my anus.



   "Can we purge you, Master?" I heard her sweet voice ask.



   I was about to say yes, when I lightly caressed Nipplia's fair young
abdomen and felt a slight bulge.  I looked at Labia: "Our new girl needs
purging first." My head slave girl saw it immediately and nodded.



   "You must always be clean in the bowels for our Master's pleasure,"
Labia told the young girl.



   Nipplia gave in and allowed Vulvia and Labia to attend to her.  Nervous
and on all fours, she moaned adorably while Vulvia inserted the purging
agent up her rear passage.  "You must relax and allow the bad waste to be
expelled from your body," Labia told her.  I allowed my fingers to gently
caress the young girl's nipples and vagina, occasionally patting her pretty
fair face, while the build up in her bowels became stronger.



   I do so much enjoy fondling a child girl at her toilet; the little moans
and whimpers and grimaces she makes while being purged of the bad waste
that comes from poor food and living pleases me greatly.  It didn't take
long.  She soon erupted from the anus in atorrent of dark purge, spewed
powerfully into a large bowl which Vulvia held behind her.  The sounds of
her relief -- those delightful "Oohs" and "Arhs" -- were most pleasing. 
She defecated until just dark water was the only thing left up her young
healthy bowels.  When at last she was done, she went limp and fell into my
arms panting.  While Vulvia cleaned her rectum with water and brushes and
oils, I gently stroked her face.  "Now you are completely clean," I said
softly.  Then I patted her firm young belly -- perfectly flat now after her
purging.  "You see?" I said to her.



   "Shall we purge you now Master?" I heard Vulvia ask again.



   "No," I said softly.  "Attend to my pleasure instead."



   I sprawled out on my back and gestured to Nipplia and Vulvia to serve me
in every intimate way...



   ***



   Vulvia showed the new girl the way.  During the recent journey, I had
enjoyed pleasurable coitus with Nipplia -- her sweet pink nipples, a slit
at her groin as pink in its folds and inner walls as her budding breasts,
as well as tight as it gripped my throbbing erection; and an anal opening
every bit as fair and pink and fragrant as the rest of her intimate areas.
I had inseminated her young body with great gratification.  But Vulvia
would instruct her in all the ways I liked to take my pleasure with a young
slave girl.



   "Our Master is wet from his bathing," Vulvia said.  "We must dry him."



   I relaxed back, and stretched.  Vulvia started with my inner thighs,
licking, drinking the moisture from my body.  Nipplia saw at once and
joined her.  Now there were two young girls, licking me with the flat areas
of their tongues, one running her soft delicate tongue along my legs until
she reached the firm area of my abdomen; the other pushing her tongue into
the areas of my groin, licking away the wetness from my manhood, from
around my testicles and then underneath until I felt the exquisite
sensation of a child's tongue-tip lapping at the sensitive skin around my
rear opening.  "Ah!!!!!!!!!...."



   I rotated my body to allow both girls to lick me all over.  Soon,
Nipplia was licking my upper torso, even sucking on my nipples, until she
had removed all moisture from my stomach, chest and throat.  With great
delicacy, she licked my face dry -- the sensation of her tongue too
delicious for words.  At the same time Vulvia kept her attentions to my
groin and anal areas, first licking me dry, then probing me with her soft
little tongue, until I felt her lapping at the muscular ring within my rear
passage.



   "Yes, yes, pleasure our Master..." I heard Labia say.  My eyes closed,
and groaning from such stimulation, I was conscious only of the acute
sensations of pleasure, and the now aching, throbbing erection between my
legs.  How I was longing now for a girl's warm moist mouth to caress it!



   Vulvia was the first the take me into her mouth in full.  I felt the
warm, wet, delicate softness of her mouth, then ripples of pleasure from
her skillful sucking.  Then suddenly there were two mouths at work --
Nipplia was licking at my balls, taking them into her mouth so gently, and
doing so with even more skill than Vulvia had shown in the past.  It was
almost unbearably gratifying.  I began to feel for their bodies while they
fellated me; pinching at their nipples, caressing the moist silky folds of
their smooth groins, pressing for the tight openings at the rear -- all of
which added to the enjoyment of the intimacy with the girls.



   I felt myself nearly climax and explode with my fluids.  But I was
determined to extend this pure ecstacy, my first act of coitus with Nipplia
and Vulvia together.



   Now I gestured to the girls to lay before me, legs apart, their
exquisite charms gaping open for my satisfaction.  The need for relief was
getting stronger and stronger; but the desire to taste and compare their
intimate juices drove me on.  Also, I had not forgotten Labia who was
watching intently.



   I started with Vulvia's nectar: licking the length of her dark, silky,
aromatic slit and folds until I felt a surge of her warm lubricant against
my mouth and lips.  I licked her, drank her and sucked on her with great
intensity, taking the swollen hardened nub of her young sex between my lips
and acting forcefully on it.



   "Oh...Master...Master..." she moaned so delightfully childishly, as was
her way during intimate pleasure.  And she wriggled and squirmed, the
sensations of arousal hard for her young body and mind to take.  Ah, but
Claudius was wrong, I thought: It is the very under-development of a young
girl, and the intensity of the pleasure she feels that makes her better
suited for pleasing with a man.  I gravitated to her little hard dark
nipples, sucking them firmly as usual.  Finally, I kissed her -- the flavor
and scent of her own sex on my mouth and lips making it even more
enjoyable. How soft and aromatic was her sweet small mouth.



   I kept one hand on Vulvia, gently caressing her intimately, while
shifting my attention to lovely fair Nipplia.  Now it was Nipplia's pink
pretty slit and folds I licked and sucked and probed deeply with my tongue.
How juicy was her delicious young sex; her delicate, fair opening oozing
flavors and fluids for pleasure.  I lifted her thin legs above my shoulders
and dived into the wetness of her groin and the flaming pink opening of her
rear opening.  I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulders, such was the
intensity of her feelings.



   Every young girl has her feature during coitus -- a character or manner.
Vulvia whimpers like a baby, much pleasing me.  Labia always grunts like a
little animal, begging, pleading for power and penetration, especially up
the rectum where she adored feeling my hot fluids.  Hymenia, my late and
much missed slave child, enjoying being the "whore-child" -- spreading her
charms for me, pulling at her folds to expose her love entrance, parting
her buttocks to entice me with the pinky perfection of her rear opening. 
Copulating with Nipplia this time, forcing my erection deep into her most
sensitive entrance, I discovered her character: the grimaces and mournful
expressions on her face, as if being taken by force, while passively
yielding to the onslaught of hot male organ within her soft tender body,
revealed that she would be my "rape" child -- each time of intimacy, every
time I spilled my seed into her firm young body feeling like a violation, a
desecration, a defilement of her innocence.  What a perfect addition to my
household of pleasures!



   I slipped from Nipplia's rear opening to the one nature had given her
for impregnation.  The look of pained pleasure on her face, together with
the tight, smooth, wetness of her sheath, brought me close to climax.  I
might easily have erupted in fluids within her.  Next to us, watching me
thrust urgently, was Vulvia, parting her legs to show me her exposed sex,
lips engorged and sightly gaping from stimulation, visibly moist from her
lubricant.  "Fill me again, Master," she whispered like a little girl. 
"Make me sticky and wet inside." Hearing her, Nipplia, her sweet face
contorted from the gruelling exertion of our copulation, whimpered through
her "agonies" -- "Please my new Master....  Inside ME!...  Oh it hurts...
Hurt me Master...  deep, Master..."



   As my thighs slapped against Nipplia's small buttocks, with both young
girls pleading for the juices of my loins, and the need for relief becoming
more urgent, I took decisive action -- as any proper master in his house
should with attentive but competing slave girls.  With haste, I withdrew
from Nipplia and forced both she and Vulvia together on hands and knees. 
They were facing Labia now who, while resting on her side, holding her
belly, was watching us, making sure the girls were pleasing me well.  Very
gently she was caressing the bud of her lovely young sex; I could see her
juices on her fingertips.  Because of her condition, she had been deprived
of pleasure of late.  Tonight she would not be left out.



   First I told Vulvia and Nipplia to lick at the engorged fleshy folds of
Labia's sex.  "Lick your Mistress's birth opening...  Take in her flavors
and aromas," I said.  Without hesitation their small sensuous tongues were
lapping at Labia's groin, Nipplia running hers along fleshy creases while
Vulvia darted hers at Labia's hardened bud.  As they did so, I penetrated
and thrust first in one girl, then, after a time, in the other, taking
their lovely entrances in turn while Labia writhed in ecstacy at this
unexpected enjoyment and attention.



   With both girls' tongues at her, Labia climaxed quickly and powerfully,
her juices coating both girls' mouths.  Now close myself, I made both girls
suck on Labia's nipples and drink her milk.  While they sucked and drank,
each on an engorged lactating nipple, I thrust hard and fast -- Nipplia's
tight rectum being the final orifice for penetration -- until I erupted in
climax and spewed forth my hot urgent spurts.  But it was not up Nipplia's
rear cavity where I deposited my considerable accumulation of creamy,
sticky fluid.  With just enough time I brought Labia's face close to my
erupting organ.  My gratification was so intense I lost the ability to
control the direction of my gushing loin juice; but Labia, adoring my
fluids as she does, held and stroked my manhood, ensuring that she took in
each spurt into her open eager mouth.  By the time I finished, and with
much relief, I looked down to see her swallowing the semen, taking care,
with her fingers, to scoop up any residue from her face and imbibing it.



   "Oh.....thank you Master....thank you..." she said over and over.  "The
best nourishment for our baby -- your essence".  The two girls looked up at
me, perhaps with some disappointment that I had not inseminated either of
their beautiful young bodies on this occasion.  But they could see they had
pleased me nonetheless.



   "Can we purge you NOW Master?" Vulvia asked yet again.



   I nodded and led the way to the bathing area.  I relaxed while both
their small gentle fingers first massaged the tight muscles of my rectum,
then induced a long and efficacious purge from my bowels.  Vulvia's gentle
cleaning of my anal area afterwards with warm water and soft brushes being
a perfect conclusion to the evening's pleasure and recreation.



   I spent the rest of the night pressed at both sides in my bed by the
soft, slender, beautiful bodies of the two girls, their delightful youthful
aromas more than enough to induce me to sleep.  Labia was happy enough to
leave me to their charms as they nestled against me, while she returned her
heavy belly to her own bed.



   XII ....



   THE NEXT DAY WAS FOR RESTING, CONTEMPLATION, and of course, for the
defloration of my young "princess" Virgia.  It would be in the early
evening -- my preferred time for taking a young virgin child -- when the
light is low, the streets outside are quiet, and the room lit dimly and
perfectly for my household to join with me in this important act of pain
and pleasure and awakening.



   But first there is the matter to relay of the fate of Scrotus, and the
Lady Areola and her cohort of sacrificers....



   Erectus came back that day from the streets with all the news.  It is
truly said that if one wishes to know what is happening in Rome, the slaves
of Rome will know.  As on this occasion when Erectus described how the
soldiers, sent my Glanus on Claudius' command, stormed Areola's villa to
find her.  Scrotus was dead -- he had slain three of the celebrants at the
sacrifice before he himself was slain.  Though a slave, he had died, in my
view, a noble Roman.  Those remaining had then fled, fearing correctly that
trouble was on the way.  They didn't get far, and their bodies were seen
soon after floating down the Tiber.



   As for Areola, she tried to greet the soldiers calmly, hoping to deceive
them, and through them the Emperor.  It didn't work.  According to Erectus,
she was stripped and violated in all her orifices by the Praetorians. 
After this, she was strung up by the hands, her feet barely touching the
floor.  The head guard, seeing her slight bulge in the belly, metered out a
cane whipping.  Every thirty seconds a measured strike of the cane to her
stomach, breasts and groin.  By the time drops of blood fell from her sex,
she was screaming out the names of all the conspirators in her sacrificers
for the Gods-of-the-Kings fraternity.  By the time a stream of blood and
baby fluids ran down her thighs there was little more of her treasonous
story to tell.  And by the time the remaining contents of her womb gushed
hideously from her groin to the floor below she was hardly alive enough to
know it.



   The "official" story going around Rome -- mainly for the benefit of the
patricians who needed to be pacified when one of their own was slain by the
Emperor -- was that the Lady Areola had displeased the Emperor and, while
being questioned, suffered a miscarriage and died.  Few, if any, believed
it.  Even fewer cared if it was true or not.  I only cared that she would
never again torture and kill any more beautiful young girls for her foolish
religion.



   ***



   By early evening, I had put all thoughts about the evil Lady Areola out
of my mind.  A delicious dinner had been prepared, but it would wait until
after the evening's ceremony.



   Labia, with Vulvia and Nipplia attending, had spent the afternoon
grooming and preparing beautiful Virgia for her defloration with her Master
that evening.  I had kept a low profile in my study, but I had taken the
liberty to spy on them briefly while they were bathing the virgin --
courtesy of a secret opening to the bathing room known only to me.  My
timing was opportune; I could see Virgia, from behind, being purged.  She
was squatting, a charming dribble from her back passage, the end of what
had been a complete cleansing of her young bowels.  Vulvia was parting
Virgia's buttocks with her hands as the virgin's waste streamed out, and
Nipplia was helping her.  I could see the sweet young girl's anal opening,
the inner delicate walls exposed.  I could make out the perfection of her
sex, smooth and fresh, save for what looked like a few small hairs around
her sensitive bud.  A most pleasing sight.



   While Virgia remained squatting and plopping from the bowels, Labia was
addressing her, giving her an education along the lines of, "the Master
likes this..." and "the Master likes that... ." I watched until my organ
throbbed.  I was so looking forward to deflowering my new slave girl,
filling her, opening her fresh cavities, claiming her with my fluids.  The
sight of the virgin "princess" at her toilet only served to arouse me
further.



   By early evening, the time for the ceremony had arrived.  Earlier,
Vulvia had washed and prepared me, using her naked body against mine to
clean and stimulate me.  Perhaps most pleasant of all was the sensation of
her hard little nipples rubbing the lotions and oils against my skin.  The
desire to thrust my surging organ into the openings of her sweet body and
unleash my fluids was strong, but of course I had to keep myself for
Virgia's deflowering.



   Finally, wearing only a white loin cloth, I sat waiting in my bedroom.
Labia entered first, naked, perfectly groomed, and looking beautifully
swollen with baby.  Behind her was Virgia, a thin white cloth only wrapped
sensuously around her young naked body.  A ring of flowers had been placed
around her fine elegant neck, and she kept her eyes respectfully low as she
approached.  She had been washed and groomed to perfection, Labia's
application of make-up expertly applied -- light red coloring to her small
lovely mouth a joy to behold, as well, I expected, to other intimate areas
of her virgin body.  She was flanked at both sides by Nipplia and Vulvia,
naked and also groomed to show off their exquisite young and developing
bodies.



   "Master," Labia said as they stood before me.  "We present your new
virgin for your pleasure and initiation."



   As she stood before me I began by running my hand underneath her white
robe, feeling the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs, until my fingers
reached the contour of her slit and folds of her beautiful sex.  I could
not see but I was content to feel the fine slippery folds and bud of her
virgin sex until I felt the sensation of fine warm lubricant on my fingers.



   "Speak to our Master," Labia told Virgia softly while I fondled at
Virgia's pristine slit.



   "Master...I give myself to you....all of my body for your pleasure... 
And I promise to serve you always as your grateful slave," she said
nervously.



   I allowed my fingers to insert just a short way into her sex while she
spoke.  A firmness, a barrier, prevented deeper entry.  Now I knew for
certain -- not that I was surprised -- that no man had ever penetrated the
beautiful girl's fresh young body; and that it would be my manhood which
would tear her obstruction away for adult pleasure.



   ***



   "Make your worship," bulging Labia instructed my virgin princess. 
Virgia knew what to do.  I removed my loin cloth and sat on a soft sofa,
parting my thighs to expose myself to her.  The virgin took hold gently of
my half flaccid organ and brought her mouth to it.  She began to kiss it
saying, "I shall worship you, my Master, take you in all the ways my body
can stand, absorb your gifts of loin seed, and do all possible to gratify
you."



   With Virgia's soft small hands and the lightness of her lips against my
shaft and testes, I surged quickly to full erection.  I took her face with
my hands and guided her mouth to the tip of my erection.  She opened her
lips and received me willingly.  How moist and soft was her virgin mouth;
how arousing was the feeling of her tongue against my throbbing organ; and
how wonderful was her sucking!  For one new to fellatio, she performed it
so well; Labia must have instructed her well, at least on the theory.  I
felt her mouth take me as much as possible; her lips reached the base of my
manhood, touching my aroused tingling testicles.  I had not felt much
pleasurable sucking since Hymenia died -- it was her favorite way to please
me.



   I relished this pleasure until I felt strong urges to climax and expel
my fluids.  So, allowing my organ to slip from her wet attentive mouth, I
told her that her "worship" was accepted.



   Standing up, it was time to disrobe her.  It fell to the floor, and now
at last I could feast on her small budding breasts, faint-brown nipples,
the perfect emerging curves of her waist, and the slit of heaven between
her legs, adorned only by the finest little hairs at her bud.  I gently
rested her to the floor below, and commenced my ravishing of her.  I
started with those exquisite little nipples, sucking them in turn, taking
in that unique virgin freshness and taste, until each hardened to the full.
Then I kissed and licked down to her perfection, marvelling at that
wonderful firm belly, pinching her erect nipples now with my fingers as I
did so.



   I reached the small hardened protrusion of her bud and took it into my
mouth.  I sucked eagerly, emersed in her virgin flavors and juices, lapping
at her fine fresh folds, pressing my tongue into the crevasse of her groin
until I felt the tip of my tongue caress the barrier of her girlhood.  I
poked and prodded it with my tongue, becoming lost in my own arousal, until
I allowed my tongue to continue its journey down, down, completing my
exploration of her charms when I lapped at the slightly darkened outer skin
of her anal opening.  Forcing my tongue into the rimmed barrier of her rear
opening, I breathed in the aroma, that quintessence of a child, which seeps
through her most private of orifices.



   At first, with these intimate intrusions, Virgia softly and adorably
whimpered from the sensations.  But when my tongued probed at her anus, it
was like the real sensuality of the girl was unleashed.  Suddenly she
parted her legs as wide as possible.  "Yes, my Master, look at my hole here
Master...  and here where I drop daily....oh Master....  I want to show you
my holes..." She was like a new girl; gone was the shy, respectful,
deferential princess, and here was a new one -- a shameless trollop who
just wanted to expose herself to me, in gaping vulgar detail, begging me to
fill her, ram my organ into her, spurt my fluids into the recesses of her
firm young body.



   Now she was exposing her sex to me as openly as possible.  "Fill me
Master," she cried.  "Make me bleed...  I want to feel the pain of you
tearing me....the warmth of your waters within me..." As she spoke, she was
caressing the hardened bud of her kleitoris.  She was lost in her own
arousal -- and fear, perhaps of defloration -- and my mind raced as I
witnessed her transition from virgin princess to sensual harlot.



   Labia and the other two girls watched, as surprised as I was at this
transformation, but remained respectfully quiet.  A new virgin was for me
to take as I wished -- this they knew well.  I lunged between Virgia's
legs, readying myself to impale her groin, to claim the prize of her
childhood.  She instantly wrapped her thin legs around my waist and braced
herself.  She was breathing rapidly, muttering, moaning, begging, pleading;
I could even see fine tears in her eyes -- tears of fear, pain, and of
pleasure.



   As I brought the tip of my surging erection to the fine outer lips of
her virgin sex, I looked into her eyes.  It was then I realized how
beneficent the Gods can be; for as I held the virgin twelve-year-old
closely and prepared to join her at the groin, to fill her with my muscle,
expend my loin fluids within her, I saw in Virgia the shade and spirit of
my much-missed Hymenia.  Hymenia -- who had been my perfect slave girl
"whore-child", ever ready to expose herself to me, and beg me to soil and
stain her body both all over and within her openings -- had returned, or so
it seemed, and taken the form of Virgia.



   I lunged into Virgia's slit -- just the way I used to with Hymenia.  She
kicked and screamed -- just like Hymenia used to -- then held on to me
tightly while I gorged her sex with my own.  We copulated roughly, groin
grounding into groin, oblivious to the blood smearing both of us --
Virgia's virginity ravished at last -- but I swear, with thanks to the
Gods, that it felt just like Hymenia's tight smooth canal for carnal
pleasures that I had known so well.  I was thrusting hard, intent of my
relief.  Virgia-Hymenia's face soon was a picture of pain and suffering,
from the tearing, the chafing of blood combined with her genital weep, and
from the power and urgency of my rutting.  It was just the way Hymenia
always looked when we locked and grunted during our regular coitus -- the
whore-child in her having teased and begged for violation, now showing me
her "agony" for my even greater gratification.



   When it came, it felt like an explosion, an eruption of my essence deep
inside her sheath for pleasure.  For a few seconds, there was no one in the
room, it seemed, but the girl and me, our bodies joined grunting and
grinding, our fluids mingling, my ownership of her, her giving herself to
me utterly, my essence from the depth of my testes propelled into her sweet
young body, spurt after spurt...



   As is the custom, having deflowered a new virgin in the household, after
a meal, the other girls left us for the night, smeared in our stains of
coitus.  There would not be cleansing of our bodies until morning.  Virgia
nestled next to me, pressing her thighs together, not just because of
soreness from her first copulation, but also as a gesture to convey
acceptance and protection of the seed I had deposited inside her.



   As I fell asleep, I felt for the first time in many months that my
household was again complete.  My contentedness was qualified only by a
realization that, with such a retinue of beautiful young girls to serve and
pleasure me, I would need to find more clients and purses of coins
therefrom to enable me to maintain my household of pleasure.  With the
continuing benevolence of the Gods, somehow I would find a way.







   THE END Copyright (c) 2003, Tiberius.  ALL Rights Reserved
================================= This story is a work of fiction.  Names,
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imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or
locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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