“The Retcon”
by New Before Old
4 — Boudica (Ancient Britain, 61 A.D.) — Part Two
Dr. Tempus watched Boudica’s two daughters sparring with wooden swords on the outskirts of the Iceni settlement. They were very, very impressive, both in of their technique and in other ways. The two girls moved fluidly, their cloaks and braided hair flowing behind them, their swords moving at a blur as each parried every thrust of the other. In a way, it was kind of a shame, he thought, that they had each spent a great deal of time getting good at this. After all, their destiny was not to be warriors, but something very different.
Epona, who Boudica had told him was the elder by about a year at nineteen, had bright red hair and chiseled features, the spitting image of her mother. She was a few inches taller than her sister, Bonvica, who had turned eighteen only a few months before. The latter had raven hair and was a little rounder in what the doctor considered the right places. Each wore what he supposed would be considered light armor, their bodices of leather and gilt metals only emphasizing their assets. Both displayed the same patterned tattoos on their arms and other visible skin that their mother had, though in the girls’ cases the tattoos didn’t reach onto their faces.
Dr. Tempus watched them for a few minutes, then walked toward them. “Princesses!” he called.
The bout stopped, and Epona glared at him at fiercely. “We are Queens now, and will be addressed as such,” she snapped.
He bowed his head deferentially. “Of course. I trust your Mother told you I would be speaking with you.”
“I believe our mother has taken leave of her senses,” Bonvica said, as she put down her wooden sparring sword. “I do not know if it’s something that you have done to her, or if she is simply mad with grief from our father’s death, but she is not in her right mind.” She clasped her arms around her sister and said, “It is fortunate that our people have us to guide them.”
“You do not believe that I speak for the Master?” he asked.
Epona shook her head. “We cannot trust in gods. If what you told my mother is true, our only path is to trust in the iron of our swords.”
They were each going to be as difficult as their mother had been, he could see. This might call for a more direct approach.
“Still, your mother asked me to speak with you,” he said. “Would you go against her wishes?”
The two sisters looked at each other for a moment, then Epona sighed and turned to back to him. “We will go with you, but if you have done something to our mother, I will slit your throat myself.” The feral grin she gave him then both made his blood run both cold and straight to his dick. He had to have her.
They followed him back to the tent they shared, where they sat next to each other on the edge of one of the beds, furry animal skins subbing in for sheets. A fire blazed nearby against the chill. He pulled up a small carved stool across from them and sat down.
“Did your mother tell you about the vision she received from the Master?” he asked them.
“She told us it filled her with the greatest pleasure she had ever known,” Bonvica said. A blush came into her pale cheeks.
“And more importantly, that the Master had showed her the way to keep the Iceni safe from the Romans,” Epona added.
“Yes,” Bonica said quickly. “More importantly.”
“Well, I can’t say for certain,” the doctor told them, “but it may be that the Master will gift you each your own visions. You are also Queens, after all.”
“What…” Bonvica squirmed a little. “What do we need to do?” The Professor wondered what exactly her mother had told her about what she had seen. The girl was clearly horny as hell at the thought of it and had no idea what to do with it. Well, he could fix that.
“I find it helps to focus your mind,” he told them. “I will hold up my hand, and I want you to focus all your attention on it.”
He held up his portable visual recalibrator, and both sisters stared at it as requested. He flashed the light into their eyes, and the girls immediately slumped against each other on the bed, Bonvica’s head resting against the pale, tattooed skin of Epona’s shoulder. Their eyes were still open, but nobody was home.
Dr. Tempus loved this part, though not as much, he supposed, as what came after. This time, though, he had something slightly more elaborate in mind in of instructions.
“Epona and Bonvica, you now believe me wholeheartedly when I say that I speak for a god called the Master. He has chosen the two of you, along with your mother, to lead the Iceni toward the true path. The true path is that of total submission of women toward men, especially sexually. You believe that following the path of the Master is the only way to lead the Iceni to their salvation. Because of this, you both believe it to be very important to learn all of the Master’s tenets as perfectly as possible, as the fate of your tribe is in the balance.”
Bonvica’s tongue lolled out of her mouth and onto her sister’s shoulder.
“You each find me extremely attractive, but more importantly, you both believe me to speak for the Master, so you will each be eager to follow my instructions exactly from now on. You both believe it is crucial that both of you become experts in the teachings of the Master. When you awake, you will both believe that these truths came to you in a vision, a vision in which you also saw yourselves servicing cocks in every way imaginable, with every hole, and you loved it.”
As that seemed to be about it, he shined the visual recalibrator into their eyes again and the girls snapped back to consciousness. Bonvica lifted her head from her sister’s shoulder, while Epona absent-mindedly wiped at the sudden wet spot on her collarbone. Each of them found themselves breathing hard. The Professor saw Bonvica’s cheeks flush a deep crimson.
“Our…our mother was right,” Epona said. “I didn’t believe it, but…” She turned toward him. “You must teach us. Both of us. We need to know everything before the Romans arrive.”
“I will try,” he said seriously. “First, you must know that the Master holds that, unless absolutely necessary to protect against the elements, women must not wear clothes.”
Epona was already taking off her belt, but Bonvica asked, “Like the Roman women?”
Dr. Tempus had almost forgotten that he had already made it the fashion for women to go naked in the “civilized world.” He loved time travel.
“Yes,” he said, “but unlike you, the Roman women do not know why they go without clothes. The Master teaches that clothes are for men, because they are above women. Also, it is important that women show off their bodies at all times, and that they be ready to fuck at a moment’s notice, whenever a man may desire it.”
Bonvica hurriedly nodded and got to her feet next to her sister. The two of them began undressing matter of factly, unbuckling and unlacing silently, each gradually exposing creamy, tattooed skin. The Professor cleared his throat, and they both stopped and looked at him.
“You seem to forget, I’m a man. Which means, you need to be thinking of my needs at all times.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Epona said, casting her eyes down. She cut her eyes to her sister. “How may we serve you?”
“You should call me Master, as all men represent the Master on Earth. When you serve a man, you are serving the Master,” he told her. “Anyway, isn’t it obvious? You are two hot, young sisters. The two of you together would get any man hard as a rock.”
Epona and Bonvica’s eyes met. The redhead Epona gave her sister a warm smile.
“Do you that night, on Midsummer’s Eve?” she asked softly. “The mead had flowed too freely.”
“I confess, I think of it often,” Bonvica breathed as she stepped toward her sister. Then the two of them kissed, at first softly, then more ionately, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. After a moment, they stopped, and Epona turned to look at him, the light of the fire dancing in her eyes.
“Does this please you?” she asked huskily.
“Yes,” he said. Both the show and the thought that these two had actually hooked up before were very much working for him, actually. He supposed there wasn’t a lot to do out here.
Epona removed a clasp from her hair, letting her bright red locks drape over her shoulders. Bonvica did the same, her dark hair falling most of the way down her back to her ass.
Then Bonvica stepped forward, reached around Epona’s back, and undid the final clasp on her breastplate. She lifted it away, freeing her sister’s pale breasts. She cupped one in one hand and squeezed, lust in her eyes. Then she lowered her head and flicked the tip of her tongue over one of Epona’s pink nipples. The redhead gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation.
Slowly, the two of them continued undressing each other, running lips and tongues over each other’s curves, until they each stood naked before him. They kissed one more time, then turned back to face him.
“How else may we serve the Master?” Bodvica asked, her voice hazy with need. The doctor could see their pussy lips glistening in the firelight, wet with desire. They both had full bushes, red and black. He had realized in his research that women shaving their public hair in this world had still not caught on until relatively modern times. And, while to each their own, he figured, why not do something about that, too?
“I see that you both have hair on your bodies,” he told them. “You will remove this and keep it shaved daily. When you are not serving men directly, it is important that you do everything you can to prepare your bodies for men.” There. Maybe that would help with exercise keeping women in shape, too, he hoped. And maybe bathing?
“Yes, Master,” they both said quickly. They both put their arms behind their backs, hoping to give him a better view of their young, athletic, tattooed forms. They succeeded.
“You must become experts in all ways of pleasing a man, but more than that, you must submit to men completely,” he said. “Kneel, cunts.”
Hurriedly, they both knelt in front of him on the dirt floor, looking up at him attentively.
“If a man chooses to abuse you, to slap you, to call you every foul name, it is a sign he desires you,” he told them. “He is doing so in service of the Master. By dominating you, he is helping you follow the true path.”
The doctor slapped Epona hard across the cheek. “Thank you, Master,” she said.
He reached out and pinched one of Bonvica’s rock-hard nipples. She gasped. “Thank you, Master,” she repeated after her sister. They caught on quick.
“Good cunts,” he said. He surveyed their naked bodies a moment longer, then said, “OK, bitches, get on the bed and get ready for me.”
The sisters both immediately hurried over to the bed and jumped on. He started undoing his belt and taking off his pants, which were already straining under the his anticipation of taking both girls for his own. He could already tell they would be great additions to the new world he was trying to build.
And that was before he looked up and saw that what was happening on the bed. Bonvica was sitting on Epona’s lap, her legs wrapped around her sister’s waist as the two of them continued to make out lovingly. He watched the two of them together for a long moment, their perky, natural breasts pressing against one another as their tongues slowly massaged each other. Then they noticed that he was watching them and looked over at him with their best “come fuck me” expressions.
“Is this...OK, Master?” Bonvica asked, her voice low and sultry.
Dr. Tempus nodded slowly, then shook his head. He was the boss here, and they needed to know it. The fate of humanity depended on it! He strode forward, grabbed each girl by the hair, and pulled them apart. They each squealed with delight.
“Present yourselves,” he ordered them.
They each hesitated for a split second before figuring out what he meant, then scrambled into position. They each leaned forward over the side of the bed, their pert little butts up in the air.
The doctor ran his hand over all four of their beautiful ass cheeks, savoring the feeling. Then he pulled his hand back and smacked Epona’s ass as hard as he could, leaving a distinct red hand-print on her ginger skin.
“Thank you, Master,” she cried out, with genuine gratitude in her voice. He kept spanking her, and every time he did, she repeated herself, louder each time. He then moved over to Bonvica and spanked her several times, as well. Her thanks were not as loud, but were instead almost groans of pleasure. He reached down and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips. She was sopping wet.
Dr. Tempus pulled his hand away and idly held it in front of Epona’s mouth. She immediately closed her lips around his fingers to suck off her sister’s juices. The two girls complemented each other perfectly, he realized. Epona was something of a prototype of the fiery redhead, it was true, but when she turned that inner flame toward submitting to a man, she brought a focus and enthusiasm to that activity that was insanely hot. She had a drive to succeed, a drive that he could turn to his own purposes. Bonvica, on the other hand, seemed to be a natural sub. Being dominated was genuinely hot for her. She understood, on a deep level, the pleasure of submission, and had understood it even before he found her. This gave him some ideas.
“Epona, lay back on the bed,” he said. “Bonvica, you’re going to lick your sister’s clit, but to keep your ass in the air.”
“Yes, Master,” they both said eagerly, as they got into position. As they did so, he quickly removed his own clothes, then got up on the bed behind Bonvica. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Bonvica’s slit and slipped it in. She gasped against Epona’s cunt.
The doctor fucked the dark-haired girl hard, while she did her best at the task he had assigned her. Epona leaned back against the furs on the bed, ecstasy on her face.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled. She ran an arm over her face, ginger locks falling haphazardly over her eyes. “I forgot how good you are at this. Fuck, Bon…”
He slapped against Bonvica’s ass cheeks as he pistoned in and out her pussy. She lifted her head and yelled. “Shit! Thank you, Master!”
“Get back to work, bitch,” he said, and she immediately complied, furiously flicking her tongue over her sister’s clit. Her ministrations, combined with the vibrations traveling through her from his thrusts, were driving Epona wild.
The redhead screamed out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m coming!” She grabbed a handful of furs in each hand and squeezed. “Fuuuuck!”
He could feel Bonvica ramping up as well, her tight, young pussy squeezing his dick. Making up his mind, he pulled out of her, ceasing his thrusts.
She immediately whipped her head around toward him, her dark hair flying around her face. “Please, Master,” she begged. “I’m so close.”
“This is your next lesson,” he said. “The Master tells us that a man’s pleasure comes first. A woman must do whatever will please a man, even if it means denying herself. In fact, for a woman to bring herself to the edge of orgasm and then deny herself is a service to the Master, because it keeps her horny for the next man. Women should never come without a man’s permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” both women said breathlessly.
“I’m sorry for coming without permission, Master,” Epona added.
“It’s OK,” he said. “You didn’t know. And the sight of a beautiful woman coming is also greatly pleasing to the Master.”
“The Master is generous,” Epona said.
“The Master shows us the true path,” Bonvica agreed, still breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on her pale breasts. The doctor, however, could see one of her hands begin to snake down toward her needy cunt.
The Professor grabbed her wrist roughly, then spit in her face.
Bonvica made no move to wipe off her cheek. Instead, she said, “I’m sorry, Master. I’m so sorry, I need to come so badly.”
“If you are a very good cunt,” he said, “maybe I will give you permission.” He positioned his erection once again, this time just at the entrance to her asshole.
Bonvica’s eyes went wide and she said. “Sir, I must tell you, I…I have not had a man in my ass before.”
“Really, Bon, never?” Epona asked, moving forward on the bed with curiosity. “Not even with Brennus, the blacksmith’s son?”
Bonvica shook her head. “He never asked. The men of this tribe could never work up the courage to truly please me. Perhaps… perhaps now I can help them do so, with the Master’s help.”
“Oh, it’s feels wonderful, once you’re used to it,” Epona told her. “Here, let me help, sister.”
The Professor watched her pale, naked body move closer, next to him on the bed. Then Epona hocked up her own spit, right down on her sister’s asshole, just below the ends of her raven tresses. She then reached down and spread her saliva around Bonvica’s rim.
Then he moved into Bonvica’s ass, slowly at first, then more of his length. She groaned loudly. Then, she softly breathed, “Oh fuck,” as he began to fuck her ass.
As he did, Epona took his head in her hands and kissed him. Not a loving kiss, but a slutty one. Her tongue moved into his mouth aggressively, swapping spit with him.
She pulled back and laughed, then looked down at her sister. “Fuck, you look hot with a cock up your ass, Bon.”
Her sister groaned again, without words, lost in the pleasure she was experiencing.
“Get down on the floor, bitch,” he told Epona harshly, “and get yourself off while you watch me plow your sister up the ass.”
Epona eagerly complied, kneeling on the floor and beginning to frantically rub her own wet cunt. The Professor picked up his pace, and Bonvica yelped.
“Now listen, cunts,” he growled. “The Master has shown me that the two of you, Epona and Bonvica, Daughters of Boudica, are not destined to just be Queens, but the Master’s prophets here on Earth.”
“Oh fuck, thank you Master,” groaned Epona, still masturbating as hard as she could.
“Shut up, Bitch, and listen,” he said. Dr. Tempus knew that what he said now would be seared into their brains by the way the chemicals released by sex interacted with those released by his devices. “You two must first help your mother show the tribe how to follow the true path of the Master before the Romans arrive, or all will be lost. Then you must spread the word of the Master to all that you can.” Fuck, he thought, this girl’s virgin ass was so tight. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“You see now,” he continued, “that the Master’s way is not just the natural order, but the only way for a woman to really be free.” Epona bit her lip as she continued to flick her clit and watch her sister get her ass fucked. Her body was covered in sweat, her cheeks and breasts flushed red. “Your destiny, together, is to help as many women as possible experience the joy of service to the Master.”
“Oh Master,” Bonvica barely managed, her black hair fallen over her face. “I’ve never felt…Please, Master, may I come?”
“Not now, Cunt,” he said. He pulled out of her and quickly grabbed at her long hair. He pulled her roughly onto the floor, next to her sister. “Now, both of you masturbate while you finish me off, but , you do not have permission to come.”
While Bonvica ed her older sister in desperately jilling off, Epona leaned forward and took the doctor’s cock, direct from her sister’s asshole, in her mouth. She moaned as she edged herself, making her lips hum on him. This sent him over the edge immediately and he came in her mouth, shooting into her over and over. He kept her lips closed over his cock as he did so, dutifully taking every drop.
She had been trained since birth to apply herself, he realized, to think on her feet, to anticipate an opponent’s every move. Now she was applying all those skills to being the best submissive slut she could be. All her instincts were perfect. It was breathtaking.
Epona opened her mouth to show him how full of cum it was, and smiled a bit crazily as she continued to edge. Then she leaned over to her sister and gave her a very sloppy kiss. She twirled her tongue around Bonvica’s, making sure they were both covered in his cum. When the two pulled apart, thin white streaks stretched between the lips for a moment before falling down over their chins.
“Now,” Dr. Tempus said, “the Master tells us that girls who truly follow his path always swallow.”
They both did, while still continuing to hold themselves right on the edge. Then they each opened their mouths so he could see.
“You may both come,” he said.
Both sisters screamed as they came hard. Bonvica curled into a ball, shaking as she rode her orgasm. Epona screamed out every Old Celtic swear word, along with some his nanites couldn’t quite translate. Then they both collapsed to the dirt, caked in sweat, spit, and cum.
A few moments later, Epona shakily sat up and then managed to stand. She then reached a hand down for her spent sister. Bonvica panted a few times more, then reached out and grabbed her sister’s hand. Epona pulled Bonvica to her feet.
“No time to rest, sister,” Epona said, still breathing hard. “We have much work to do before the Romans arrive.”