The Master Keeps His Promise

Three days later, the naked Epona and Bonvica dragged an Iceni warrior woman into the Queen’s tent. Her name was Muirenn. She was naked, too, her wiry, well-muscled body on full display. Her hands and feet were bound and her mouth gagged with a scrap of cloth. Her elaborate ceremonial tattoos, showing her accomplishments as a fighter, were her only remaking ornament.

The sight that greeted Muirenn as she entered the tent was The Professor, sitting on the Queen’s throne. Boudica knelt in front of him, her lips lovingly wrapped around his cock. She was going slow, aiming more a low, ambient pleasure than a quick facial.

The sisters threw the warrior at the foot of the throne. Epona said, “This is the last, Master. Once you’ve shown her the light, all of the Iceni will be with us.”

The Professor found himself honestly surprised at how smoothly the process had gone. Very few of the tribe had to be forcibly converted, so to speak. After all, Boudica ruled by example. Just as, in feudalistic societies, the religion of the local Duke or Viscount had a tendency to quickly become everyone else’s religion, it was hard for an Iceni baker’s wife to still stand and wear clothes when Queen Boudica was naked and on her knees. But there were a few members of the warrior class who needed a little… extra persuasion.

Epona held onto Muirenn’s bindings while Bonvica removed the woman’s gag. “You’ll need your mouth soon,” she said.

“Please, my Queens,” Muirenn said quickly, “I don’t know what this stranger has done to you, but–AAH!” Epona had pinched her left nipple, hard, a wicked smile on her lips.

Bonvica went to her knees next to her mother and said, “Please, Master, show her the light of the true path.” Boudica wordlessly moved over slightly, without missing a beat in her ministrations to The Professor’s cock, to allow Bonvica access to his balls. The girl quickly took one into her mouth.

“Now, Boudica,” he asked. “Are you ready for the last of your tribe to be shown the wisdom of the Master’s ways?”

The Queen pulled her mouth off of his dick with a pop. It was wet with her saliva. She looked up at him with a grin.

“Of course, Master. I only hope that one day the entire world will know the happiness of following the true path.”

“We can only pray,” he agreed, as the Queen put her lips back around his cock and began teasing the very tip with her tongue.

He looked back up to see that Epona had put her hand to Muirenn’s crotch and was busily flicking the warrior’s clit. The helpless woman could barely speak, but she gasped out, “Please…my Queen…how can you…”

The Professor flicked on his portable visual recalibrator, shining its penlight into Muirenn’s eyes. She immediately trailed off and her body went limp, but Epona held her upright while continuing to finger her snatch. Epona did not know that what she was doing would cause the changes made while Muirenn was under to reverberate in her brain forever. She just thought that fingering this girl as she went under was hot as fuck, and therefore served the Master.

Seeing this, and greatly enjoying what Boudica and Bonvica were doing to his cock and balls, The Professor nodded to Epona and said, “Go ahead, bitch.”

Her eyes lighting up like it she’d just gotten a great birthday present, Epona immediately leaned in to whisper in Muirenn’s ear, still keeping her fingers moving on the woman’s clit. She imparted the secrets of the Master, rewriting Muirenn’s brain pathways permanently.

Then, louder, she said, “It is finished, Master,” and he flashed the recalibrator in Muirenn’s unfocused eyes again.

A moment later, just as she returned to consciousness with an adjusted worldview, Muirenn came hard on Epona’s hand, and as she did so, she squirted on the floor the Queen’s tent. Completely blindsided by an orgasm apparently out of nowhere, Muirenn’s knees buckled, and Epona let her fall to her knees in a puddle of her own girlcum. Then she looked up at her Queen sucking The Professor’s cock, while her Queen’s daughter licked his balls, and a wide smile came to her face. And thus the last of the Iceni converted to the way of the Master, and just in time, too.

******

That evening, word arrived that a full Centuria of Roman legionnaires was on its way from Camulodunum and would arrive in the morning. At sunset, a huge bonfire was held in the center of the camp, in which all of the women’s clothes, with the exception of their winter furs, were thrown onto the flames and burned. Boudica threw all her clothes onto the fire last, then, the fire lighting a view of her two full breasts, rallied her people with a speech that The Professor made sure was written down.

“The Romans believe us to be weak. They come to us believing they can take everything from us. But they cannot. They cannot because it is impossible to take what is freely given. If we resist they plan to despoil and **** our sisters and daughters. But it is impossible to **** a woman who consents enthusiastically…to everything. The Romans believe that they must kill us because they do not understand the true strength of the Iceni. They believe that if they take our lives, they can take our freedom. But they do not know the freedom that comes in submission!”

Maybe The Professor had helped a little with the wording. He thought watching a naked MILF deliver inspirational speeches was way less annoying than when anti-semitic dudes in kilts did it.

******

When Prefect Suetonius ordered Centurion Servius Sulpicius Galba to take his troops to meet the Queen of the Iceni and inform her that her late husband’s will was invalid under Roman law and all of her people’s lands and possessions were forfeit to the Emperor, he knew what to expect. He had spent the past decade on the edge of the empire, dealing with these barbarians. They were quick to anger, and only had one way of resolving conflicts: bloodshed. This was going to end badly.

The Centurion and his officers rode on horseback, while his men marched. But by the time he and his men reached the Iceni camp, they were all cold and tired. Centurion Galba ordered them to stay on alert, as he would not be surprised if Iceni warriors were lying in wait. However, things remained quiet as they rode up to the gates of the camp.

As the men approached, they could see a single figure kneeling at the entrance. When they got closer, they could see that it was a beautiful naked girl with dark hair and a heavily tattooed body waiting for them. She did not look up as they approached, keeping her eyes down. This surprised the Centurion. He was used to female nudity, his own wife went naked everywhere, but he had not seen it during his previous visits to the Iceni. Their women wore clothes, like savages. But perhaps the practice had spread to the tribe in his absence.

“Masters,” the girl said, keeping her eyes downcast, in careful but serviceable Latin. “I am Bonvica, daughter of Boudica. I have been sent to greet you and bring you my mother, as I have been taught some of your tongue.”

“Very well,” Galba said gruffly. “We shall follow. But know that any **** against the soldiers of the Empire shall be avenged sevenfold.

“You shall find no **** here, Master,” the girl said quietly.

Then she rose to lead them into the camp. When she did, he could see that she had shaved her pubic hair, displaying her bald snatch to the world. Had this always been Iceni practice, he wondered? He had lain with many women while out in the field, away from the watchful eyes of his wife, but he had never been brave enough to take an Iceni to bed.

The activity of the camp stopped as the cohort marched in. The men of the camp watched the newcomers warily, but were not waiting in ambush. The women, all naked and shaved like Bonvica, all immediately kneeled at the site of the Romans.

“It would seem the Iceni manners have improved,” one of his officers said.

As the procession neared the remains of a large bonfire piled with what appeared to be burnt cloth, Bonvica stopped and turned to the Centurion.

“Master, your men may remain here, if they wish,” Bonvica said then. “We apologize, there is not enough room in my mother’s tent for you all. But I assure you, we will do our best to make them very comfortable.”

As the girl said this last, she grinned in a way that Galba found confusing. He nodded to his five other officers and they dismounted. He would never understand barbarians, he decided.

Once his feet were on the ground, he noticed Bonvica running a hand over her left breast, drawing his eyes. Her tits were certainly…pleasant. She traced the nipple slowly with a finger.

“Master,” she purred. “Would you like to see my mother now, or would you perhaps wish to fuck me first?”

Centurion Galba blinked. What was going on here? He shook his head. Surely something had been lost in translation. The girl’s Latin was imperfect, after all.

“Lead on, girl,” he said.

He could have sworn he saw her pout in disappointment.

*******

When the Romans reached the Queen’s tent, they found Boudica lounging on her throne, also completely nude but for her crown. Her legs were spread wide, affording them all a clear view of naked, glistening cunt. Centurion Galba had suspected a trap, but the only other man in the room stood near the Queen, and he was surprisingly skinny and wore clothes unlike any Galba had seen before. On the other side of the Queen knelt a girl with the same bright red hair.

Boudica spoke in her barbarian language, and Bonvica dutifully translated. “The Queen says that she welcomes you as honored guests, on behalf of the Iceni and the Master.”

The Centurion blinked. “We were told that your King died without a male heir. Who is the Master?”

As the Queen responded, to the Romans’ shock, she put a hand to her snatch and slowly rubbed her own clit, squirming at the sensation.

“The Master shows us the true path,” Bonvica translated. “He dominates us in all things.”

Perhaps she meant, “guides us,” but Galba got the gist. The Master was another barbarian god. He could never keep track.

Galba strode forward, toward the throne. “Queen Boudica, the Divine Ruler of the Empire, Nero, bids me to…” He trailed off, temporarily distracted by the way the redheaded girl on the floor was staring at him, slowly licking her lips as she trailed a finger through her own ample cleavage. “Nero bids me to tell you that the will of your late King is not in keeping with Roman law.”

The Queen responded, not with shouting as he had expected, but in a low, sultry voice that seemed to the Centurion to border on a moan, slowly rubbing her own pussy all the while.

Then Bonvica was closer to Galba than he would have dared dream. Her soft tits pressed against him, her hand ran slowly over his breastplate, and her warm breath played on his ear as she translated her mother’s words. “The Queen says that she knows why you have come,” she said softly. “You believe we should serve you.”

“I would not…characterize it…”

Galba stopped when the girl abruptly dropped to her knees and began to run her hand under the protective leather straps he wore on his belt, tugging at the lip of his trousers. He wondered why his second-in-command had not put a stop to this, then looked over and saw that the young redhead was already on her knees in front of the officer and was pulling out his cock.

Before Galba could register alarm at this, Boudica spoke again, now breathing hard as she continued to masturbate, her voice rising in pitch.

“And so we shall serve you,” purred Bondica. “And then perhaps we may discuss the terms of that service.”

The black-haired girl then tugged down the Centurion’s trousers, releasing his rock hard cock into the thick air of the tent. She seemed to almost drool at the site of it. Galba found himself quite speechless.

Then, just as her breathing quickened still further, Queen Boudica pulled her hand away from her sopping cunt, stepped down from her throne and strode toward him, leaving a large wet patch on the throne’s cushions. Bonvica moved to the side, a hand still on Galba’s dick, to make room for her mother.

Queen Boudica kneeled before the Roman Centurion and let her daughter guide his cock into her mouth.

******

Perhaps an hour later, The Professor heard Queen Boudica scream in ecstasy yet again, closely followed by one of the officer’s cocks plopping out of her asshole. A puddle of white cum trailed out of the Queen’s ass as she fell to the floor of her tent. Her face and tits were already caked in several men’s worth of dried white cum. He looked over to see Epona getting her pussy pounded by another of the officers while she sucked the cock of another. Bonvica, meanwhile, sat with her mouth open and tongue out, just as he had taught her, as three Roman officers jerked their cocks around her. A moment later, the first trail of spunk sprayed across her face.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, though her voice was hoarse from orgasmic screaming.

The Professor decided that the royal family seemed to have the situation well in hand, and walked out of the tent to check on how the rest of the legionnaires were getting on. He heard the moans and the slapping of flesh before he came into view.

What he saw was the rest of the Roman centuria, nearly a hundred men, and the rest of Iceni all engaged in the single biggest orgy The Professor had ever seen. And for him, that was saying something. Everywhere he looked, he saw the cocks of roman soldiers buried in the mouths, pussies and asses of enthusiastic Iceni women. The whole camp smelled like female arousal.

Thus, the Master kept his promise, and the Iceni tribe was saved from destruction.

The Professor thought this had all gone about as well as he could have hoped, but it was only the first step in his new plan to make world history a utopia of willing, naked women. He was tempted to stay and fuck Epona, especially, several more times, but he had to admit he had work to do. He wondered if he should travel back to the present day now, to check his progress? Or perhaps he should travel on to another place and time, where he could twist history to his own liking.