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.

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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 17^th 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 su