Boudica's Daughters

The Professor watched Boudica’s two daughters sparring with wooden swords on the outskirts of the Iceni settlement. They were very, very impressive, both in terms of their technique and 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 18 only a few months before. The latter had raven hair and was a little rounder in what The Professor 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 girl’s case the tattoos didn’t reach onto their faces.

The Professor 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 ****, 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 you 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 Professor 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, Bodvica’s head resting against the pale, tattooed skin of Epona’s shoulder. Their eyes were still open, but nobody was home.

The Professor 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 terms 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.”

Bodvica’s tongue lolled out of her mouth and onto her sister’s shoulder.

“You each find me extremely attractive, but more important, 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. Bodvica 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 Bodvica asked, “Like the Roman women?”

The Professor 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.”

Bodvica 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 Bodvica’s eyes met. The redhead Epona gave her sister a warm smile.

“Do you remember that night, on Midsummer’s Eve?” she asked softly. “The mead had flowed too freely.”

“I confess, I think of it often,” Bodvica breathed as she stepped toward her sister. Then the two of them kissed, at first softly, then more passionately, 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. Bodvica did the same, her dark hair falling most of the way down her back to her ass.

Then Bodvica 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 Professor 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.”

Author's Note: I have broken up what I had originally intended as one chapter into two because of how long it ended up being, so don't worry, there's more to come!