The Prophet Sisters

The Professor looked down at Boudica's two daughters, the flame-haired older sister Epona, and the black-haired younger sister Bonvica. They knelt in front of him on the dirt floor, looking up at him attentively.

“If a man chooses to **** 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 Professor slapped Epona hard across the cheek. “Thank you, Master,” she said.

He reached out and pinched one of Bodvica’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. Richard 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.

The Professor 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 Professor 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.

The Professor 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 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 remember 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 Professor 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 Professor, 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. The Professor 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 remember, you do not have permission to come.”

While Bonvica joined her older sister in desperately jilling off, Epona leaned forward and took The Professor’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,” The Professor 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.”