                                       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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