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The Time Riders: Part 7

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The Time Riders: Part 7
Becoming A Slave Owner.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.



Cast of Characters:

Mark

Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new life.
Uses various aliases in traveling.

Rebecca

'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.

Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.

Chester

Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
in 17th Century French village.

Cardinal

Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.

Alexandra

D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.

Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled

brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.

Dhallyla: Mark's mother.

Roxy: Mark's sister.

Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by

Becky, dark complexion.

Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother

of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.

Flavius:

Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
protective father of Dometia,

Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A

pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
by Roman court.

Pompeneia looked at Nanu and spoke to her somewhat tersely.

"You are now owned by the Lady Aurora Horatia, who has purchased you at
a fair price from me. Such belongings as you might have, girl, will be leaving
with you when the Lady departs. Understood?"

Nanu's eyes widened and she felt her heart suddenly pounding

in her chest in shock and delight. Unable to contain her smile, she nodded
eagerly.

Pompeneia looked back at her guest and smiled. "She

is all yours, my lady."

Becky looked at Nanu and smirked, making a shooing motion

with her hand. "Well, what are you waiting for, girl? Go find that
lazybones Bonosus and tell him."

Nanu was gone in a flash. Becky turned to look at Pompeneia

and smiled wickedly as she leaned her back down on the couch and wiggled her
way between Pompeneia’s hips, so that her mouth was at her hostess' cunt.

"Now, how about I find another way to thank you for

your generosity?" she purred as she began sliding her tongue along
those sticky lips;

Mark was wandering through the darkened rooms of the parts

of the house not currently being used by the orgy, still looking for a damn
lavatory. Why the Hell did the Romans have such fucked-up house layouts? He'd
passed about ten servants' bedrooms already; was he just supposed to piss on
one of them?

He paused as he heard a quiet noise, one he recognized

quickly as sighing. It had been coming from a room nearby, and it was
definitely a girl's sigh.

Or a really femmy boy slave. You couldn't guess in ancient

Rome. Either way, he decided to investigate. He tiptoed forward, looking into
various dark rooms he'd passed. He heard another sigh, and then something more
akin to a moan. He smiled slyly, identifying the room it had finally come from.
He crept up and peered around the open wooden doors to look inside;

She had her back to him, but inside the dark chamber, which

was obviously a bedroom, was a young woman, with her face seemingly pressed to
the far wall, and squirming her hips beneath her expensive clothing and
beginning to pant. She had voluminous brown hair worn up on her head, exposing
a shapely neck, and her stola dress had ridden up high enough to expose
her lush ass cheeks, which were quivering and squeezing while she fingered
herself.

Grinning, Mark leaned against the door frame and just

watched quietly. He wasn't beyond a good show.

A tiny point of light near her head finally showed Mark what

she was doing; there was a small hole in the wall, big enough for her to see
through, and she was clearly watching the orgy happening on the other side. She
was also clearly having a great time getting off to it.

He liked the sight of her, at least, what he could readily

see; she had a great ass, a slender back and shapely legs. Her dark brown hair,
worn in several braids, was just begging to be pulled on. He couldn't see her
cunt from here, but he could definitely hear how wet she was.

He quietly entered the room and glided up behind her. She

smelled of iris and roses, a perfume he found thrilling, especially here in
this dark room, both of them unseen by the scores of others in the villa. His
cock, still hard and throbbing, couldn't wait to be buried deep inside her.

He moved in close and pressed up against her, his rigid

shaft sliding between her legs. She shuddered in shock and drew in a breath, as
if she was about to scream; but he quickly and gently clamped his hand over her
mouth and wrapped his other hand around her waist. Her moved his head next to
her ear.

"You don't need to scream or be frightened,"

he whispered, feeling her still shaking. "I am the Lady Aurora's
servant Bonosus, and I just want to be with you this day;”

She turned her head, her eyes wide, as she tried to see him,

his hand still loosely over her mouth. Her body was still stiff in possible
panic, but she hadn't cried out yet. He smiled at her, trying to assure her he
meant no harm.

"If I let go of your mouth, will you scream?"

he asked. The girl shook her head. For whatever reason, Mark believed her, and
removed his hand from her mouth, and his arm from around her waist. She didn't
run, but she threw herself against the wall she was standing next to, almost
clutching at it as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were still wide, and
he could see she was breathing heavily.

"See? I'm not gonna hurt you," Mark said,

smiling cheerfully.

Staying pressed against the wall for safety, she looked him

up and down slowly, noticing now that he was quite naked. Her eyes lingered on
his erect cock for several seconds, as if captivated by it. He could now see
her from the front, and what he was looking at pleased him; she had a pretty
face, certainly. Not exotic, like Nanu, nor was she as striking and just plain
gorgeous as Becky, but it was a pretty face nonetheless. Her eyes were brown,
her cheekbones high, and her mouth sensual and full.

The face; he knew it.

Lady Pompeneia and Master Flavius! This must be their

daughter.

He continued looking at her body, noting now that her entire

outfit was askew; not only had her dress been pushed up around her hips in
front, to allow her to finger herself, but the top of her dress was pulled
down, no doubt so that she could play with her pert tits. They were not large,
but looked perfectly full on her slender frame, capped with brown aureoles and
nipples, which were still hard. She had a tiny waist and womanly hips.

He was going to enjoy fucking her.

"My name is Bonosus, like I said," he

repeated, moving in a tiny bit closer to her. She didn't try to escape, but
perhaps flattened herself a little more against the wall. He tried not to seem so
forceful. And odd thing, since he was at an orgy, and was already used to just
fucking whomever he liked. "Would you tell me your name?"

She finally spoke, her voice low and quiet. "My name

is Domitia. I am the daughter of your hosts, the Master and Mistress Flavius."

"I am very happy to meet you, Domitia," he

said, smiling and nodding. In his ear, he could hear the implant translate her
name as 'she who is tamed'. He suddenly had a very good feeling about this
encounter. "In the name of my mistress' goddess, Feronia, I would ask
you to join me in making love."

"You; you are kind, Bonosus," she

stammered, her face pale, but a flush in her cheeks. Her eyes were no longer
wide, but turning glassy. "But I must; I shouldn't;”

"I thought today was a day where all people cast

aside their inhibitions, and did exactly as they pleased," he
reasoned, stepping a little closer, noticing that she did not attempt to move
away from him. "I already saw you looking through that hole there;”

Now Domitia blushed furiously, turning her head to look at

the ground. "I am ashamed; I should not; I shouldn't have been;”

"What were you looking at, anyway?" he

queried, pressing himself against her, his cock now flat against her belly,
separated from her skin only by the fine material of her stola. She
shivered as she felt his cock press to her, and her hands reached up and
flexed, without touching him. Leaning over her shoulder, her wondrous scent in
his nostrils, he closed one eye and peered through the tiny hole in the ochre-painted
wall.

He smiled slyly as he could see that the hole looked out on

the palaestra, the courtyard in which he and Becky (and several others)
had been fucking earlier. Even now, he could see a man bending a slave girl
over in the shallow pool and fucking her from behind, while two women beyond
the pool were lying opposite each other, legs scissored and slithering their
pussies together. One of them was sucking on the cock of a slave who leaned
over her, moaning and fondling her tits.

"Well, you were enjoying yourself, clearly,"

Mark mused, turning and smirking at her. She looked at him, trying to smile
back, but then just blushing and looking at the ground again. At least she
wasn't trying to leave anymore. "Would you like to watch through the
hole again while I fuck you from behind?"

Something in his suggestion made her tense very suddenly,

and she looked at him again, her eyes now wide. "I; shouldn't; no, my
parents must not know I'm here, they; I should return to my domicile."

"Are you married?" he asked, thinking that

even if she was, she had showed up at her parents' orgy and was making herself
cum, even if she'd been hiding. Marriage didn't seem to be a barrier during an
orgy, near as he could tell. By his count, he'd already fucked at least four married
patrician women and three plebeian women today.

"Yes! No! I;” she stammered, blushing again and

closing her eyes. Against her will, she inhaled deeply, taking in his raw,
animal scent. Gods, he smelled divinely of sexuality, of carnality, of; heated
fucking. It made her instantly wet, and her body trembled in need. "I
cannot;”

He smiled slyly and could tell that she wanted to stay. Even

though she was protesting, he could already feel her hips pressing forward,
squirming against him, desperate to finish what she was started when she was
alone. She wanted to cum with him.

"Then don't say anything," he whispered to

her, his hands on her hips now. She shuddered again, her eyes wide and glassy
as she gazed up at him. "Let me take care of this for you, Domitia;”

He couldn't be sure, but the thought she nodded almost

imperceptibly. Her felt her tits press forward against him.

Her name means 'She who is tamed';

He took both her wrists in one hand and lifted them, pinning

them against the wall over her head. She gasped and shivered, seemingly cowed
by his superior strength. Her hips squirmed against him again, her tits heaving
as she almost began to pant. Her eyes were flashing now, and he could see lust
in them, almost as if it was forbidden and impure. He would give her what she
wanted, that was certain.

Domitia sucked in her breath as he put his free hand on her

tit and fondled her, the soft skin yielding before his touch, his palm brushing
over the hard nipple. Domitia bit her lip as she tried to remain quiet, her
whole body trembling with a need for release.

Mark caressed her other tit as well, pinching the nipple and

pulling on it gently, making the brown-haired girl whimper and squeeze her eyes
shut.

"No; uh;” she gasped.

His hand now found her waist and undid the cotton strip that

belted the stola, letting it fall away. Domitia was breathing heavily
now, especially when he began to pull her dress down, revealing more and more
of her body. She gasped loudly as she felt his hard cock pressed against her
belly now. She pushed her tits against his chest, squirming with urgency. Her
protests made less and less sense by the moment, although he surmised it was
just for show. Girls did that sometimes. At least, that's what Becky and other
girls he'd fucked had told him. Domitia seemed to be no exception.

Her stola now pooled around her ankles, revealing her

body. The one flickering brazier in the corner of the room revealed that he had
seen correctly; she had a lovely body. Not an erotic fantasy like Becky's,
which was the product of the modern era of vitamins, yogurt, quinoa, hemp seeds
and CrossFit, but still lush and attractive, and currently given to a
deep-seated lust he wanted to fulfill.

Her eyes were flashing as they stared up into his, her tits

heaving. She bared her teeth as he reached down and cupped her cunt, which was
now dripping wet. His finger slid up and down her length, finding her clit and
eliciting a gasp. Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed compulsively.
She was breathing heavily now.

"Keep your arms above your head,"

Mark said firmly as he released them and brought his hand down, both of them
reaching behind her and taking hold of her ass cheeks. Domitia almost hissed as
he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She had
readily obeyed, and kept her arms over her head, as if they were still pinned
there. Her submission to him seemed very real and complete.

Looking into her eyes, he held her steady, leaning her back

against the wall while one of his hands guided his cock to her wet entrance.
One he felt the engorged tip nestle against her lips, he placed his hand back
on her ass cheek and began to push;

Domitia breathed deeply as he penetrated, but then shook and

whimpered as he encountered a barrier. Mark paused, but then felt her push her
hips against him, and proceeded to lean forward against the wall. She shook and
cried out, and Mark suddenly slipped deep inside her warmth easily.

Holy shit, she'd been a virgin; awesome!

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her

face against his neck, trembling almost uncontrollably. Seconds later, she
lifted her face and look up at him, her eyes glassy. Whatever pain she'd been
feeling was clearly gone, now. He could, on the other hand, feel a single, warm
trickle of a fluid down the underside of his cock, and the air smelled slightly
of pennies now.

"You have made me a woman," she murmured,

still staring at him. "Let us finish this wondrous coupling now. Fuck
me, Bonosus, servant of Lady Horatia;”

She put her arms back above her head again, her wrists

crossed, as a sign of his power over her. Mark nodded and began pumping slowly,
sliding his cock in and out of her. Domitia trembled again, at the feel of him inside
her, hard and throbbing, her cunt squeezing around him. She sighed loudly, eyes
still locked with his.

"A girl could die this way, and happily;” she

breathed, squirming her tits against his chest. It was a bit of a strange thing
to say, he thought, maybe a little morbid, but teen girls were like that
sometimes, with the weird, poetic drama. He'd fucked a goth chick once, and she
was;

Domitia grunted and began pumping back against him lustily,

all her fears of their fucking obviously gone. She was hissing through her
teeth, grinding her hips against him as he made a sawing motion with his,
pushing deep inside her wanton cunt. He could feel her cunt tightening around
him as she found their rhythm, slippery and getting wetter by the moment.

She jammed her lips against his and kissed him feverishly,

their tongues wrestling between their mouths. He held her tighter, thumping her
against the wall each time he thrust his cock deep inside her. She moaned into
his mouth, and her warm skin was getting damp with sweat as he took her. She
might have been a virgin mere moments ago, but her carnal desires would not be
denied anymore. Domitia pushed back for all she was worth, her arms finally
coming down and gripping his back.

They were still kissing in a frenzy, and Mark was breathing

through his nose, his hips smacking against hers. Domitia panted and moaned
into his mouth with each thrust, her fingernails raking his back as she fought
to get him ever deeper inside her. Her need almost baffled him, because he could
feel the head of his cock battering her cervix each time he drove home.
The wet sucking sounds her cunt made filled the room, even over the sounds of
their groans.

Mark was growing warm now, and he could feel that the sex

tabs he'd used had already replenished his cum, deep inside his balls. When he
did bust, this girl's first experience would see her overflowing with cum, his
cum, and it would be glorious. He wanted to bring her out of hiding and over to
the orgy. He wanted to fuck her at the same time as he fucked Becky and Nanu.

Domitia seized up suddenly, shaking around him and screaming

into his mouth while her cunt clenched him ferociously. He kissed her hard,
making sure she didn't alert the whole house, and fucked her harder than ever,
making her wail into his mouth again. He could feel his own body heating up
rapidly, the distinct, tingling boiling in his balls letting him now that
orgasm was now unstoppable.

Mark pulled her hard against him, pressing into her as far

as he could, straining and arching his back.

The floodgates burst and he began filling Domitia with his

pearly cum, and she panted and almost growled at the release. She churned and
writhed on his cock, her frothy essence smearing his entire groin. He felt the
peristaltic motions of his inner muscles, spurting his cum up his cock and deep
inside his lover, a glorious, blessed release.

Best. Orgy. Ever.

He sagged against her, breathing heavily, while Domitia went

limp in his grip, sighing in deep pleasure. She was no longer raking her
fingernails over his back but caressing it gently, almost reverently. It was
kind of backwards, since he was supposedly a slave and she was a patrician's
daughter, but what the hey, she was a total subbie, right?

She purred as she kissed his damp skin, still undulating her

hips against him and squeezing his cock gently with her gooey cunt. He held her
close, his forehead against her neck while he tried to regain his breath. This
orgy was barely half over. There was so much to;

The screech from behind them froze his blood instantly. He

went rigid for several moments, before his head snapped around and he looked to
see who was in the doorway.

Gazing at the entwined pair in astonishment, bordering on

horror, was Nanu. Still quite naked, her face was frozen in shock, her mouth
working soundlessly. Confusion engulfed hi

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