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 Billy in Time 41 B.C.  by Joe

   The second in the series.  See Billy in time 42 B.C.  for the
introduction.

   Two weeks after I got back from the remarkable exploits I had back in
the Roman era, the Prof called me up again and asked if I was prepared to
undertake another experiment with his equipment to see if we could forward
any substantial object from a past age.  Once again I was sure that he had
flipped his lid, since we had already discussed the chances of taking
anything through time and decided that the basic laws of science ruled it
out.  We ourselves only transferred a pattern of brain waves, not a
physical entity, and could only make it work by imprinting onto an existing
brain.  Still, he had been right last time and I thought it worth listening
to, and if I wound up have as much fun fucking my brains out as I did last
time it was worth the risk.  As it turned out his ideas made sense, I
didn't actually have to carry anything with me, just locate anything in the
past that I thought worth the effort, seal it up securely, and bury it
where we could find it later.  We then got around to considering where and
when to make the next expedition.  I was all for the same set-up but Prof
felt that some variety might be better.  Actually what he said was, "You
have turned out to be such a randy sod that I suspect you're just chasing
women, as long as you don't let you're balls get in the way of proper
investigation I suppose I'll have to go along with it." So in the end we
compromised and settled for the same character (mainly because we had his
data already programmed into the computer), but to choose a time scale six
months later.  I also convinced him to extend my occupation to two days
this time so that I could ostensibly collect better specimens for the time
vault that he wanted.  The procedure of being set up for the equipment
seemed quicker and was less of a nerve-wracking experience this time,
almost old hat, but the shock on awaking was just as bad.  This time I
found myself on a padded paliass with a blanket over me, just as naked and
with a couple of scars across my chest.  A brief check confirmed that I was
still equipped with a magnificent piece of manhood, and a rundown of the
memory that I inherited from my Roman host convinced me that my previous
occupation had only benefited him career wise.  I at least had a better
bed. I wandered outside and put my head in a trough of water to wake up
properly, and then noticed that I had a room overlooking the training
arena, and there were already several gladiators out practicing.  The games
manager come out of his chamber and called me over.  "Right, you're on the
spot tomorrow Willus.  Make a good job of this show and you'll go far. 
There's even talk that the chief is looking for someone to arrange the
entertainment next week for a big feast day, so up and att'em?  Right."
"Great sire, I'll give it my best effort.  Do you have any ideas on what
might be popular at present?" "Not really," he scratched his head, "Just
use you imagination like you did at the Emperors last session, they all
loved your shag efforts in the middle of the arena.  Come up with something
original.  Lots of blood and sex is what they want.  There are several
prisoners up for execution, men and women, so let yourself go.  The only
thing to watch out for is the animals.  We're getting a bit short of the
large ones so don't waste them." I wandered down to the pens and looked
over my squad.  A pretty apathetic lot, no fight in most of them, so it was
up to me.  I got a team of working slaves together and we worked all night
to have things ready for the morrow.  A great day dawned and I sniffed the
air to taste blood and genital juices flowing.  I had all day so I put the
animal show on first, just to get the mob into a hard mood for the
slaughter session.  Several timber frames and posts were put up around the
arena as the crowd filled the stands, then a procession of four young women
were paraded around dressed in white gowns in the Greek pattern.  They had
no idea what was in store for them, so they offered no resistance even when
they were led to the restraining frames.  I had eight slaves to follow
orders so I only had to give instructions.  All the victims were strapped
into their various poses, and of course by this time they had realised what
was about to happen to them and had started screaming and struggling with
their captors.  Most of them were fairly young, not much more than girls
really so my crew had no problems setting them up.  I decided that I would
handle the action myself and also only have one girl at a time being worked
on in the arena to be sure nobody missed out.  I approached the first
victim who was strapped on her back on a low horizontal post, and
enthusiastically ripped off her fragile garment leaving her totally naked.
Her arms and legs had been secured to the base of the frame to ensure that
she couldn't interfere with anything being done to her.  I had already
prepared several cloths by smearing them with the appropriate juices from
various animals, so selecting one I rubbed it all over the girls body.  On
came the first beast, in this case a large wolf.  I scarcely had a chance
to get out of the way, let alone introduce them, the huge animal bounded
over to it's victim and had a brief snuffle around, pausing only to lick
rapidly at her wide spread pussy, then lunging over her he made an attempt
to mount her.  It took a gentle push from my fingers firstly to press back
the hairy sheath covering the massive iron hard member, then to guide the
monstrous tool into the right place in front of her cunt.  Then there was
no hesitation as it thrust to its full depth into the offered opening.  The
girl shrieked in anguish as her delicate vulva was forced open to accept
this violent rape, then as the beast made deep and rapid strokes into the
depths of her belly, she struggled to get out of the way.  All to no avail
of course.  After several minutes I called for the second animal and had a
smaller dog brought in.  It raised a few laughs from the crowd when they
saw it beside the first one, but this one had a totally different mission.
The wolf snarled viciously at first so I held the second one back until I
could see the first one was ready to come.  It plunged to full depth and
held it for a time, then making several frantic jerks, he succeeded in
making a tie, that is he forced the huge bulbous balls at the base of his
prick right into the girls torn vagina.  He then completed the act by
swinging one leg over to face the other way.  I knew it would take quite a
time before he finished pumping sperm into the unwilling receptacle and
then shrank enough to make a withdrawal.  I took the second dog to her face
and hissed to her, "You have a choice now, do you want me to wait until
this beast is finished and then let him use your mouth, or would you rather
co-operate and give the little puppy here a deep suck off." She was rolling
her head almost delirious with pain, then muttered softly, "Alright, I'll
do it.  Just make it quick and let me off here.  I can't stand this pain.
You're tearing me apart." The action and smells of the rutting had excited
the smaller dog to a frantic erection, so it only needed a slight wanking
action onto its eager cock to have it exposed and throbbing for a service.
I steered it into position and the girl reluctantly opened her mouth for
it. It twitched forward and buried its cock into the orifice in a violent
act that was faster than the eye could see.  Luckily for the recipient it
pulled back immediately for a second jerk and she managed to close her
mouth enough to stop it penetrating right down her throat.  There was no
way that she could make the animal pull right out though, and had to
tolerate the double ravishment of herself from both ends while the cheering
mob were thoroughly enjoying every moment of her suffering.  It went on for
so long that I left the action to be supervised by my crew and went on to
the next action scene.  Just before I started I glanced over my shoulder
and saw that the smaller hound had finally climaxed and filled the waiting
mouth with dollops of hot slimy dog spunk, and the wolf was still twitching
frantically in an effort to complete it's own copulation.  My next victim
was waiting strung up from a high beam, at least eight feet above the arena
floor.  She was suspended from her wrists with her feet held off the sand
and she had her ankles tied to each end of a wooden four foot long staff. I
had my slave bring on a box containing her pet rapist and set it down
before her.  I slid my sword up under her gown until it came out by her
neck, then ripped it outwards to tear the clothing from her.  Her dark
brown body was streaming in sweat, mostly from fear, and a constant babble
of some foreign pleas were bubbling from her mouth.  It would have made no
difference if I knew what she was saying since I had my job to do and she
was just going to have to suffer it.  Obviously somebody had used her
before, since her black curly pubic hair had at some stage been removed and
was only just starting to grow back.  I made a mental note of this since it
seemed strangely erotic to have a nearly bald pussy to work on.  I opened
the box and removed the snake that was curled up in the bottom.  I was an
old hand with reptiles and knew this specimen well.  We have several types
around here, a crusher, a poisonous one, and a small harmless one.  This
was the first type, and relatively harmless, but it was such a monster that
most people were terrified on it.  I held it up to her face and she seemed
hypnotised by it before I started.  The first move was to let the creature
feel its way around sliding up her legs and around her waist.  I didn't
want it to grip her yet so I took it behind its head and touched the
flickering tongue against the tip of her prominent clit, allowing it to
titillate her with a rapid licking action.  She didn't seem too keen to
feel this action, but I persisted because I was getting a ferocious roar
from the crowd at her reaction.  The snake was at least eight feet long so
I had no problem hooking the middle over her shoulder and moving the head
to nuzzle up against one of her tits.  It obligingly opened its mouth wide
and took her nipple and a sizeable chunk of the soft meat around it into
its gaping jaws.  As it sank its fangs into her boob she gave a small
shriek and passed out.  This was not planned for so I had a bucket of water
thrown over her to bring her back into action, then taking a firmer grasp
of the beast behind its head, I slowly pressed it against the lips of her
cunt.  It took considerable effort to push it into her tight vaginal
opening as it had a body thicker than my wrist and was twisting and
writhing trying to escape.  Eventually I had nearly a foot of it rammed up
her and she passed out again, so I gave up, looped a coil of the body
around her throat and moved on to the next scenario.  This woman had been
tied onto a beam similar to the first one but this time she was on her
belly with her ass thrust up into the air and her thighs spread wide apart.
Her tormentor was led in on a halter and she screamed in anguish when she
saw the high spirited young pony that pranced around with a two foot long
prick hanging under its belly already twitching and throbbing in
anticipation.  It snuffled all over her before mouthing her tits and pussy
where the rag had left its smell of mare on her body.  Then it was lifted
over her back and it's massive black organ pushed against her reluctant
cunt while the weight of its chest dropped onto her shoulders, knocking the
wind out of her.  By the time that she had managed to get her breath back
the eager beast was fucking her furiously, forcing ten or twelve inches of
prick into her every stroke.  I knew that they could keep it up for a
surprisingly long time, so I didn't interrupt until I heard the mob getting
restless, then I forced the pony to back up for a moment while I realigned
the rapacious tool to line it up with the puckered little hole of her anus.
There was a hesitation for a moment as the tightness of this new opening
held back the rigid horse cock, but within a few seconds a mighty heave
overpowered the sphincter and allowed the throbbing member to plunge into
the deepest recesses of her bowels.  Her screams and howls re-echoed across
the stands as blood oozed from her body cavities torn open by the terrible
combination of rape and sodomising.  The crowd was up on their feet and
cheering again to witness this brutalising scene of savagery, so I stood
back and let the beast do his worse.  By the time that the penetration had
reached its full depth, the girl had passed out and the mob cried out for
the animal to finish her off.  Quite ridiculous of course, but they were
beyond any sense or reason by now.  It finally whinnied a bellow of success
as it ejaculated great gobs of slimy spunk that squirted out of her ravaged
bumhole and trickled down her thighs in stinking rivulets.  Leaving the
crew to tidy things up, I moved onto the last victim, the one that I had
most doubts about since I had no experience with the great apes before, and
this case was an experiment.  The woman had been tied to a large wooden
square frame in such a way that her wrists and ankles were stretched to
each corner.  Willus had only a vague notion of this animal but I
immediately recognised it as an Orang-Utang, and a huge old male one too.
It was led to the helpless victim and allowed to do as it liked, which
wasn't very much at first, then after a little coaxing it prodded her
exposed cunt, sniffed at her, then sat back on it's haunches and started
masturbating.  It's six inch cock was almost buried in the thick hair at
it's groin and was no spectacle for the crowd who started jeering in
disgust, then just as I was about to give up the beast reached under the
woman and forcefully rammed one finger right up her tight little rectum. 
She screeched out loud in shock at this unexpected development and the
animal leapt backward in terror and raced out through the exit doors.  The
mob was rolling around in laughter at these antics and it was the getout
that I needed to call off this part of the exhibition.  I left the crew to
clear up while I left for a break and to organise the afternoon executions.
The stage that I had arranged for the execution was an original contraption
that fascinated the mob while we were erecting it.  I had a hollowed out
tree trunk set into the floor of the arena and a large post dropped into
the socket.  Two heavy beams were lashed across the top so that if viewed
from above it would look like a four-spoked wheel.  I had an announcer tell
the crowd that the criminals had murdered an entire Roman family when they
raided their country villa - just to ensure maximum support for the
barbarous execution and that their punishment would be particularly harsh
to deter any others.  All quite true, merely omitting the fact that they
had been nearly starving beforehand.  The four convicts, two male and two
female, were brought in with their hands tied behind their backs and placed
around the horizontal wheel, each one between a pair of spokes.  They were
silent and totally bemused by the strange piece of equipment.  I allocated
three of my assistants to each victim and told them to do exactly what I
did.  After stripping their prison tunics from them I took a single long
rope, put the centre against the prisoners' spine, tucked the ends under
each arm, then round in front and between their knees.  It was then pulled
under the thighs and stretch out to the spoke ends of my contraption.  With
a person on both ends of the rope it was stretched rigid pulling the
hapless convict up to standing height but with their knees dragged out
beside the shoulders and their sexual organs displayed for all to see.  At
this stage they began begging and pleading for mercy, or in the case of the
woman I was dealing with, cries of anguish as I started probing her tight
little cunt.  I immediately called out to my assistants, "Come on you dozy
lot of peasants, it's fucky - fucky time.  Let's see if any of you has a
cock worth using." Then, remembering that there were two girls among them,
I added, "You can use your fingers and mouths too you know, anything to
keep the mob happy." That was all that was needed, all hell broke loose as
clothing was stripped off and a mass orgy of rape ensued.  My first session
was a straight fuck into the young woman I had helped to tie.  It started
me off well since she was so tight in her pussy that I had to force my
ponderous member into her belly with great effort.  Her screams and groans
as I tore into her stiffened me further, ready for my next foray.  Ripping
myself free, I moved round to the next position on the wheel of torture to
where a man hung.  He was making even more noise than the previous woman
and I soon saw why.  The slave working on him had a firm grasp on his balls
and was twisting them round and back as far as he could.  I watched for a
moment then pushed in and said, "Let me have a go, I have an idea he has
never tried sodomy.  It might be interesting." Without waiting for any
reaction I wet my middle finger and slowly pushed it into the victim's
tight puckered bumhole.  His initial shrieks were soon amplified when I
shoved a second, and then a third finger up his butt.  A few swift jabs
then I pulled out and replaced my digits with the swollen head of my
straining, rigid prick.  He writhed and heaved in his attempts to escape,
but of course, I had worked out any possible leverages and he was quite
helpless as I proceeded to fuck his pulsating ass-hole with every muscle I
possessed.  I was soon coated with a noxious helping of red and brown gunk
from his pounded guts, but it was not sufficient to slow me until I felt a
surge of power that heralded a massive explosion of cum, so I yanked free
and just managed to hold myself in check.  As I started moving round to the
next in line I saw that one of my girls had strapped on a viscous looking
dildo on a harness and was preparing to follow in my footsteps.  It made me
glad that it wasn't me up there when I saw her equipment.  It was a carved
wooden phallus even bigger than mine, but with a selection of sharpened
iron nails sticking out all over it.  It would rip his guts wide open if
and when she ever managed to ram it up him.  My next customer was a girl
who had already had at least three rapacious blokes work her over and she
was dribbling blood from her stretched pussy lips.  It looked as if she had
only been prodded in her butt with the odd finger, so she straight away
felt my cock probing between her gorgeous rounded ass cheeks.  She only
managed one long drawn out shriek as the twitching head of my member
pierced her anus, then she passed out and I soon tired of fucking an
unresponsive body, however well shaped it was.  By now we had been working
on this group for approaching an hour, so I thought it was time for the
next scenario.  I handed out long leather whips to four of the strongest of
my men, then had a rope wound around the upright post of my wheel of
torture.  All the remaining members of my crew were hitched to the other
end of the rope and told to start heaving.  I gave one of the spokes a push
to get it started, then let the axle spin faster as the muscle power pulled
it round.  The various bodies of the victims were twisted outwards by
centrifugal force and as maximum speed was reached I signaled to the
whipping crew, who sent the vicious lashes cracking out into the
defenseless squirming mass of flesh.  Initially the aim was rather poor
because the wheel was spinning so fast that even the most skilled of my
crew frequently missed, but as it slowed after a few minutes the agonising
tips of the whips found their marks on the exposed flesh and sexual organs
they were aimed at more frequently.  The screams of pain brought the crowd
to their feet and set them up for the finale.  As the wheel continued to
turn after the end was reached it proceeded to rewind itself in the other
direction, and didn't actually stop until it was fully set up.  I stopped
the men swinging the whips and replaced them with a crack team of archers
that I had previously selected.  They all knew the points score I had set
for them, to be paid as a bonus in denarii, one for a body hit, two for a
boob, three for a sex shot and four for a shaft up one of the anal openings
on display.  I didn't allow them to start until the wheel was up to speed
again, so of course the first few shots from the overkeen starters missed,
but with a plentiful supply of arrows, the criminals were soon bristling
with darts and bleeding copiously.  The bloodthirsty mob loved it and
yelled for more arrows to be used.  By the time that the wheel had slowed
to a standstill, three of the victims were not moving, and presumed already
dead, and the fourth one, the dark hair woman was just writhing in agony.
With shafts in both breasts both thighs, and one in her soft rounded belly,
she wouldn't live much longer so I decided to round it off and called my
slave assistants out of the area.  I then turned the big cats loose and
watched in fascination as the four lions and five tigers tore the criminals
down from the wheel of torture and fought over the bloodied remains.  At
least we wouldn't have to feed them today.  The mob in the stands were
yelling and screaming with delight, and I never could understand whether
they didn't know that the victims were dead or whether they just didn't
care in the frenzy of bloodletting.  I retired to my quarters, well
satisfied with the show we had put on apart from the fiasco with that
accursed monkey, but I'm sure that this would soon be forgotten. 
Unfortunately I could not relax yet, I still had this problem of selecting
some trinkets to stash for the future and I didn't expect it to be easy.  I
took an earthenware wine flask from the store room, a handful of wax and a
shovel, then headed north from the city to an area where the wealthy Romans
had their summer villas.  By morning I was sitting under a tree watching
one of these mansions as the servants started work and the patricians
awoke. Several chariots left and I assumed that the only Roman inhabitants
would now be the women so I sauntered up to the main door and insisted on
speaking with the lady of the house.  I held a short discussion with the
elderly matriarch about the frivolity of the games of today, then took my
leave - ostensibly that is, in actuality I slipped round to the back door
and entered the kitchen area.  I encountered a cook as I rounded the atrium
and begged for some water that was readily presented.  It took merely a
brief squeeze of her generous buttocks and a promise of transports to a
heavenly paradise to have her show us to a private little pantry area where
we would be undisturbed.  I will readily admit that she was not my idea of
an ideal partner, but with my ulterior motives I was prepared to make the
sacrifice.  We had an extended embrace, which led to me requesting a jug of
wine and asking her what she wanted in exchange for the rather unusual
bracelet she was wearing.  She made an out of character girlish giggle and
suggested that if I could spare her an hour of my undivided attention she
would be well satisfied.  She rapidly slid out of her shapeless smock and
revealed a quite attractive body, pendulous dark tipped breasts, and smooth
dimpled belly highlighted by a thick crop of curly pubic hair half masking
her swollen vaginal lips.  "I desperately need a man's mouth to put out my
fires." She whispered, "Do you think you could do that for me?  I'll do the
same for you of course." "I think a little wine would ease the path, what
do you say?" "Yes of course, I might join you.  This is an excellent
flagon." I had a small jug and she proceeded to finish the goatskin flask
in several heavy gulps.  This showed me the way to success.  I let her push
me onto my back, and with no hesitation she knelt with her knees each side
of me head and proceeded to lower her well moistened pussy over my mouth.
To help me find my way through the thick hair on her snatch she prized her
vaginal lips wide and pressed down hard.  I obligingly slid my tongue deep
into cunt and licked frantically while she shuddered and twitched in
ecstasy.  Pulling back my kilt she grasped my now rising cock and gave me
an enthusiastic hand job, all the time muttering something about, "What a
monster, I've never had one like this before, I can't wait to get this up
my belly until I can feel it in my throat." Luckily I had been flooded with
sexual sensations recently, so had no difficulty holding an erection, but
she was doing her utmost to bring me off with her fingers.  I moved the tip
of my tongue up to the top of her gaping slit and lashed out at her eager
little clit, now protruding out from under it's tight sheath.  She exploded
into paroxysms of delight and heaved herself off my face, then before
returning to the action she brought a fresh goatskin of that fine wine and
set to work on both the drinking and the fucking simultaneously.  I hadn't
moved from my position flat on my back so she mounted my hips and impaled
herself onto my rigid prick in a single mighty thrust.  I couldn't last
long in this position, and within a dozen strokes of her voluptuous body I
felt myself surging to a violent climax.  The vigorous spasms as my sperm
spent itself into the depths of her cervix caused her to achieve a near
simultaneous achievement.  That was where it became unpleasant, she climbed
off my still prone body, slid around to my head and claimed, "I've always
wanted to do this to a real man, and if you want to get away with this,
you'll have to go along with it.  Start sucking you bastard, or I'll yell
for the guards." She was quite pissed enough to do it too so I opened my
reluctant mouth and let her push her slobbery great cunt over my lips, then
watched in horror as she squeezed her cunt muscles together and deposited
gobs of my own sperm into my waiting mouth "Drink deep you, I'm sure you
deserve it." and with this ribald comment she dropped forward and passed
out on my chest in a drunken stupor.  Seizing my opportunity, I rolled her
over onto the bench, took my prize from her wrist, then crept into the next
room, which was the master's private accommodation.  It was the work of a
moment to pick up several handfuls of coins, jewelry, several coils of
documents, and a few trinkets, tuck them into my bag, and make my escape
through the back door through which I had entered.  My tasks were nearly
over.  A half days march North brought me to a quiet valley with a small
stream trickling through the middle.  It looked a good spot to secrete my
haul, with no chance of future development building it out with the steep
slopes and rocky strata, and it was tailor made for easy identification. 
After cramming all the items into the earthenware flask, I warmed the whole
unit gently to create a vacuum within, pushed in the stopper with a coating
of candle wax and tied it up securely.  It was then buried three feet deep
fourteen paces East of a very prominent rock formation that would never be
mistaken, or for that matter even disturbed.  The only remotely possible
contingency that could arise would be if my host remembered enough of the
exploits to return and dig up the proceeds.  I didn't think enough memory
of my activities would remain but to be on the safe side I took a most
circuitous route back to the barracks, and got myself (him) thoroughly
drunk before passing out on my own bunk.  Prof woke me at the crack of dawn
almost bouncing with concern and suppressed excitement.  "How did it go? 
My God, you look sated beyond belief.  One of these days you'll wind up
with a nasty dose of the clap you know.  Did you collect anything
worthwhile?" and so on until I staggered out of bed, had a glass of water
and told him to get us a couple of air tickets to Rome.  On the flight out
the next day I didn't even have the energy to make a pass at the Hostie, I
must be slipping, but at soon as we landed we took a taxi up to where I
remembered burying the goodies just the day before yesterday.  The scenery
was totally different of course, but not too badly changed that it
prevented me from locating my spoils.  A mere ten minutes with a spade and
I presented the earthenware jug with a flourish to an astounded sponsor. 
"Shall I smash it open for you," I asked, "or would you prefer to prise the
lid off back at the lab?" "That jar alone would pay your income for a year
if it turned out to be empty.  It's immaculate, not a scratch on it." he
said.  I gave it a gentle shake.  "No, it hasn't been touched.  I bet this
little lot will curl your bank balance." It did naturally, and I was happy
to take the minor share since I had all the entertainment and had no claims
over the intensive design work that had gone into preparing the whole
project.  I did make him promise to give me a call if any more action came
up, and for the present I agreed to settle for a meager eight hundred and
ninety six thousand pounds sterling for my efforts.

   To Be Continued

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