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The Time Riders: Part 11

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The Time Riders: Part 11
Attack of the Velociraptor.

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



Another basement, seconds later.

The quiet darkness was suddenly disrupted by a strange glow,

and a hum, along with blinking neon lights that seemed to spin around a
perimeter. The Holmes Field Device appeared, and Mark sighed heavily as he shut
it off. He slumped down onto a small stool in a nearby corner, thankful his
parents and his sister pretty much never came down here. Mom didn't like the
clutter, Roxy was afraid of the spiders, and his dad never wanted to be seen
leaving the basement in case his mom decided she needed something dug out. Out
of sight, out of mind.

He looked at the little multicolored weed pipe he was

holding in his hand, still contained in a small baggie. It didn't matter that
his fingerprints were on it, since he'd shown it to Roxy. Not like she was
gonna tell their parents, right?

But still, this was getting complicated. His initial trip

over to Danni's house had apparently not been as smooth as hoped, and he just
found out now. And now he had to jump back in time to hide the pipe
under his chair in order to show to Roxy, and then get it back into
Danni's room unnoticed.

Right?

Becky had been correct, these twists were getting harder and

harder to manage. He'd very nearly been caught at Danni's, and it was only dumb
luck that saved him. But he couldn't rely on that now. He shook his head and
took a deep breath, preparing to jump back to before the confrontation with
Roxy, before he'd gone into his room.

Maybe during dinner? What time had dinner been? Thank God

his parents and Roxy were out right now. How many more times did he have to try
to correct this little gaffe? And how?

He got up wearily and assumed his place atop the platform of

the Holmes Field Device. He fired it up and in a drone of noise and particle
states he could never understand, he faded from view.

Seconds later, he showed up again, hurrying off the platform

and placing several small Renaissance plaster gargoyles onto the floor away
from the device. He then activated it and faded out again.

Mere moments had passed before he reappeared, sweating as he

held a load of brightly colored Tang Dynasty women's clothing, tossing it
aside. He looked really frazzled as he punched in more coordinates and blinked
out of the basement.

When he appeared again, he was sputtering and cursing as he

pulled on a tough leather leash, trying to coax a llama off the platform. The
creature grunted and spit in his face. Mark swore at it but then scrambled back
on the platform and winked out of view.

The Holmes Field Device glowed into existence and mariachi

music blared through the basement. Several men in sequined black outfits were
playing El Jarabe Tapatío and calling out joyously as Mark, who was
wearing a ridiculously large sombrero, shoved them all off the platform,
practically in tears from the stress he was under. He stood still and gazed in
bewilderment at the Mexicans crammed into his basement, playing as if nothing
had happened, while the stupid llama bobbed its head back and forth, enjoying
the music. Unable to deal with this, Mark staggered onto the platform and faded
out again.

"Run!" he shouted in terror as he blinked back

into the present, bolting off the Holmes Field Device and climbing up onto a
tall, rickety shelf while an enraged velociraptor screeched hatefully and
leaped at him, trying to tear his innards out with its fiendish claws. The
Mariachi band's playing was replaced with cries of panic, everyone trying to
escape the demon predator.

"Aye, Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi!" shrieked one man as he ran

about aimlessly, as if only suddenly aware of the basement he was trapped
within. Instruments and sombreros were flying about in the darkness, along with
growls, hisses, and the sound of fabric tearing.

The llama just spat contemptuously at everyone within range.

And Mark swore that very night that he'd never cause another

time twist ever again. Ever.

All the best with that promise, Mark. You're going to

need it.

Becky starts teaching Nanu about the modern world. Not easy.
The Education of Nanu Begins.

Becky stirred and hummed, feeling the morning light caress

her face. As she arched her body, she pressed against something soft, and
remembered she had a guest in her bed. Her eyes opened and she smiled warmly at
the sight of Nanu, who was curled into her, quite naked, and sleeping soundly.

She was indeed a lovely girl, with long, dark hair so black

that it almost shone blue, and creamy, tan skin. She had a pretty face, and a
petite frame, with a dancer's build. Her legs looked long, her behind was taut,
and her tits looked large on her because she was rather tiny. She was definitely
under five feet tall.

Back her own time, she might have been slightly shorter than

average for the women of Roman Egypt, but in this day and age, she was
downright puny. Becky was almost a head taller than her, and Mark had been a
good head and neck taller. Thankfully, Nanu was not intimidated by their
disparity in height, which would have made things awkward.

And Becky was pretty sure that Nanu had absolutely no idea

what sort of changes and adjustments awaited her in the twenty-first century.

The Egyptian girl made a noise as she began to slowly wake

up. She rubbed at her eyes and began to stretch as she lay on her side. She
arched her back and her tits met Becky's, their nipples kissing gently. Nanu
paused and opened her eyes, blinking as everything came into focus.

She saw her beautiful Mistress smiling at her, the woman of

the Tomorrow Stars named Rebe-kah, her golden hair curling around her face, and
her exotic blue eyes soft with affection. Nanu felt now that she was lying on
something very soft, and there was a thin but warm blanket over her. It felt
nice against her, very sensual.

"Good morning, beautiful," Becky said in

Latin, the language they shared, since Nanu had no concept of English, and
Becky didn't speak whatever dialect of ancient Egyptian Nanu's people used.
"Did you sleep well?"

Nanu smiled back, still looking sleepy. "Yes,

Mistress, thank you. I don't think I've ever slept that well before. Your
lectulo, it is so soft and comfortable."

"I'm glad you think so, since you'll be sleeping in

it from now on," the blonde woman purred reaching out with her arm and
gathering the former slave-girl into her embrace. They hugged close and pressed
their lips together, kissing deeply and sensually. Their tongues found one
another and tangled while hands caressed and wandered over now-familiar forms.
Becky's large tits squashed into Nanu's and they both shivered at the delicious
sensation of their nipples poking together.

But Becky also noticed a tension in Nanu's body, a shifting

stiffness that she seemed to be trying to endure. Becky giggled and ended the
kiss, pressing her forehead to Nanu's and smirking.

"Nanu," she whispered gently, her hand

wandering down to cup one of the girl's pert ass cheeks. "Do you need
to relieve yourself?"

The girl bit her lip but nodded. "Yes, Mistress, I'm

sorry. I didn't want to say anything because we were’

"I understand, Nanu, but we can't have you peeing

the bed now, can we?" Becky said sweetly, caressing her lover's cheek.
"Come, I guess it's time to show you how to use a modern toilet."

She pushed herself up to a kneeling position on the bed and

Nanu did the same, rubbing her eyes and stretching. She really was beautiful,
so recently coming into womanhood. Nanu looked around, seeing the room she was
in now for the first time, since when they'd arrived it had been night and
Becky had purposefully kept the lights off in order to get the former
slave-girl to sleep.

"This is your bedchamber, Mistress?" Nanu

asked in wonder, noticing several things now. "Are you sure you're not
a queen?"

Becky giggled. "Only in my own mind, Nanu. I am just

a teacher of young minds here in my world. I promise I'll show you everything.
Let's go;”

She took Nanu by the hand and pulled her off the bed,

leading her out of the room. Nanu seemed intent on touching just about
everything they passed by, including the door frame.

"It is wood?" she asked, pressing her

finger against it and tapping curiously.

"The entire frame of my house is, along with other

materials I haven't figured out how to explain yet, but I promise, I will."

She led Nanu down the short hallway to the bathroom and

flipped on the light. The Egyptian girl's eyes widened in amazement.

"How did you do that?" she asked in shock.

"Oh, right," Becky mused. "Forgot

about that part. Watch;”

Becky showed her the tiny switch on the wall and flipped it

down to turn the light off. Nanu gasped. She then turned it back on. Nanu's
eyes were still wide. Becky pointed at the space over the mirror, where she had
a small row of vanity lights. She flicked them off and on again.

"You control those tiny suns from this thing on the

wall?" Nanu asked, still in disbelief.

"They aren't suns, Nanu, they're just lights,

they're like my time's answer to torches or braziers," Becky explained
patiently. When she and Mark had decided to see if they could bring Nanu
forward in time with them, she'd realized that she would spend a great deal of
time explaining just about everything in Nanu's new world to her. Electricity,
modern plumbing, cars, the scale of things, the internet.

More than that, she still had a job to do, teaching

students five days a week. She couldn't exactly bring Nanu with her, could she?
Mark was there, and not the Mark that Nanu knew. This Mark was three months
younger, and hadn't time-travelled yet. He wouldn't know Nanu at all, or Becky
in the capacity she knew him in, that being his future self, and her lover.

The Mark that Becky taught wasn't even quite eighteen yet.

Becky found this maddening, since the urge to sext the little twerp during
class was quite strong. How on earth would she keep Nanu from jumping Mark if
Nanu saw him?

While she couldn't keep Nanu prisoner in her house, she also

understood the need to regulate her exposure to this world so as to not
overwhelm her. She'd brought Nanu forward in order to give her a new life,
after all. But if Nanu didn't even speak English, this would take a long time.
It was worth it, though, and Becky would be patient. The time stream had let
them bring her forward, indicating it was meant to happen, according to
Mark's logic. If time let him do something, clearly it wasn't a foul.

That boy.

"Go ahead, try them," Becky suggested to

her new companion, gesturing to the switch. "Just don't flip it on and
off too quickly or you'll break them, and they won't work anymore."

Nanu tentatively reached for the switch and flipped it down,

turning off the lights. Becky heard her gasp. She turned them on again and
giggled, looking at Becky in delight.

"I control the suns!" she said, flipping

the lights on and off slowly. "I am like a god!"

"Be that as it may, o goddess, we have other things

to do still," Becky pointed out. "I brought you in here to
pee, not spike my power bill. Moving along;”

Becky led her over to the toilet and lifted the lid. "You

just sit down there and do what you need to do. Then you take some of that
rolled-up tissue there, not too much of it, and you clean yourself down below.
Then we'll move on to next steps."

Nanu pursed her lips but nodded and sat down on the seat,

shivering slightly at its cool touch on her ass. "It is not stone?"

Becky should her head. "It is called 'plastic',

and it is very common in my time, but I don't think it existed in yours. I will
show you soon."

Nanu nodded and then made a face before relieving herself,

still looking around the room. She pointed at Becky's glass-walled shower.
"What is that?"

"Well, this;” Becky explained, tapping the large

pane that faced them. "; is glass. I know you have it in your time, but
it is very common in mine. And behind this glass;”

Becky slid open the glass door and gestured to the space

within. "This is where I cleanse myself. It is an imbrem. In my
language, it is called a 'shower'."

"Show-er;” Nanu said, drawing the word out.

"Very good, Nanu!" Becky said in delight,

clapping and then kneeling down in front of her charge and kissing her cheeks
affectionately. Nanu blushed, but kept peeing. Becky remembered that Nanu had
either an incredibly large bladder for her tiny size, or two hollow legs.
"You said your first word in my language, English."

"En-gush," Nanu repeated. "But I am sorry,

Mistress, that was not my first word in your En-gush."

"Oh?" Becky queried, looking intrigued.

"What was your first word in my language?"

Nanu blushed and looked at her lap. "Phuck."

"Of course it was!" Becky laughed, hugging Nanu

and then kissing her lovingly. Nanu finally finished peeing and Becky showed
her how to use the funny little rolled-up tissue to clean herself. She then
stood the dark-haired girl up. Nanu looked at the bowl and made a wry face.

"Now it just sits there?" she asked,

clearly not as impressed as she'd expected to be.

Becky pointed to the chrome handle. "Push down on

that, Nanu."

Nanu stepped forward and did as instructed, causing the

toilet to flush. The Egyptian girl squeaked in fright and jumped behind Becky
for protection, making the tall blonde giggle. Several seconds had passed
before she looked back out at the toilet. That was, quite simply, the loudest
artificial sound she'd ever heard before in such a small space.

"The waste water is taken away in pipes and replaced

with clean water," Becky explained, pointing at the porcelain
contraption and then seemingly beneath it. "Whenever you need to
relieve yourself, you can use this toilet, or the one in the basement, if
that's closer."

She brought Nanu over to the sink and the mirror, standing

behind her. Nanu saw the two of them in the mirror and gazed in fascination.

"I have never seen such a clear speculum before,

Mistress," she breathed, reaching out at touching the surface. "Is
that really us?"

"Yes, you really are that beautiful, Nanu,"

Becky said gently, putting her arms around her companion. "This is us."

"We need to watch ourselves in this mirror while we

fuck," Nanu murmured.

"Oh, I have bigger mirrors than this, my love, and

they'll be fun for fucking," Becky purred, leaning down and kissing
Nanu's neck while cupping her tits. Nanu sighed and closed her eyes, squirming her
ass back against Becky's hips. Their lips met and they kissed deeply, with Nanu
turning around to face her Mistress, leaning back against the sink. They made
out for some time before Becky finally ended the kiss, knowing they had to keep
moving. There would be time for fucking later. Thank God she'd picked a weekend
to bring Nanu back on!

"Let me show you how to wash your hands,"

she said, turning Nanu around again. She explained the faucets, which one
provided hot or cold water, and then how to use soap to lather and wash,
followed by rinsing and drying with towels. "Maybe we should eat now,
yes?"

Nanu smiled dreamily. "Yes, Mistress. I am rather

hungry."

"Let's go and have some breakfast, then,"

Becky said, nodding. It wasn't even quite eight o'clock yet. "After
that, we'll use my shower and have some fun, okay?"

She took Nanu's hand and led her downstairs, turning on the

hall lights this time so that Nanu could see Becky's house. They'd come up from
the basement the night before and gone straight to bed, so Nanu had not seen
anything just yet. She led her into the living room, and the girl's eyes
widened at everything she saw.

"Mistress, you live like an empress," Nanu

said breathlessly, trying to take in everything at once. "Does everyone
of this time live like you?"

"No, Nanu, I live perhaps slightly better than

average, but I am not wealthy," Becky replied, stopping to let her
charge look around. "I bought this house with money I inherited from my
parents, and I have a job that pays me and covers my living expenses. But I am
not rich. Your family is now much, much richer than I am."

Nanu thought about that for a moment and then turned and

hugged Becky tight, squeezing into her and burying her face in her shoulder.

"Thank you, Mistress," she murmured, trying

to not tear up. "What you did for my family, I can never thank you
enough."

"Maybe, but I feel like you intend to keep squirming

your boobs against me to try," Becky mentioned, making the smaller
girl giggle. Nanu looked up at her, smiling adoringly and kissed her. She then
looked over at the big, shiny black rectangle sitting on a glass table. "What's
that?"

Becky smiled. "Nanu, you are going to be asking that

question a lot for months now, maybe years, I don't know. And I will answer
your questions, I promise. But you also need to learn to speak English, and we
will start slowly. From now on, when you want to know what something is, I want
you to ask in my language. Repeat after me; 'What is that'?"

Nanu closed her eyes. "What is at?"

"Good start, my love," Becky said

encouragingly. "The thing you are pointing at is called a television.
It; displays pictures. I'll show you how it works later, because explaining
without showing you won't be possible. Let's go;”

She led Nanu through the dining room, and then to the

kitchen, explaining that this was where she made her food. Nanu was stunned by
just about everything.

"So; you open the cold box, and it gives you

whatever food you desire?" the Egyptian girl asked.

"No," Becky giggled. "I go out and

buy whatever food I want, I store it in here to keep it from going bad. Meats
and vegetables, or cheese and the like."

She then showed Nanu the stove. "And this is what I

use to heat up my food, like cooking it over a fire, or in a pot. But Nanu, it can
be dangerous, and you must promise me that you will not try to use it until I
have taught you, okay?"

"I promise, Mistress," Nanu said solemnly.

She'd been thinking about this too, in fact, and even though she had no idea
what awaited her, she knew to be cautious so that she didn't get hurt. "So
I must eat cold food before I am good with the heat maker?"

"I have another device over here, it is smaller and

easier to operate," Becky answered, bringing Nanu over to the
microwave. "I will show you how to use this so that you can warm up
food, okay? But for now, I will make it for us. Do you want to sit at the table
and wait, or do you want to watch?"

"I will watch, Mistress. I can always sit another

time."

Becky nodded and began preparing a meal for them, grabbing

bacon and eggs out of the fridge. She also made prepared to make coffee, and
gathered some potatoes. Nanu watched everything in fascination, pointing at the
strips of curious smelling meat. "What is at?"

"Bacon," Becky answered, using the English word,

since she didn't readily know the Latin one. She knew the Romans had eaten
pork, but she doubted that bacon as she understood it was available in Nanu's
time. "It is made from pigs."

"I love eating pig," Nanu said, licking her

lips and almost drooling as the bacon began to fry, releasing its heavenly
aroma. "Sometimes, in a good mood, Master Flavius would let us have
some that his family did not eat. I once got into a terrible fight with another
slave girl over a scrap of pig we both wanted."

"Oh?" Becky said, keeping Nanu talking so

that she had less to explain while she was making food. "Did you win?"

"Of course," Nanu said proudly, or as proud

as a tiny naked girl could be while standing in a kitchen and waiting to be
fed. "We punched, we kicked, we pulled hair, we bit; she finally
surrendered when I bit her cunt so hard that it almost’

"I get the picture, Xena!" Becky laughed as

she messed with the potatoes, adding some salt and garlic. "You kicked
her ass and got the victory spoils."

"Oh, I did better than that," Nanu said,

folding her arms and looking haughty. "She had to service me for days
afterward, to make sure I didn't teach her another lesson. Marilla licked me to
sleep for over a week."

"Most impressive," Becky said cheerfully,

thinking of Nanu and another slave rolling around and biting each other on the
crotch in a fight over half-gnawed pork. Different times, but she'd seen teen
girls at the school fighting over boys who were worth less. "How the
legions of Rome ever stood against you is beyond me, my dear."

Nanu giggled and watched as Becky sliced the potatoes

thinly. "What is at?"

"Potatoes," Becky replied, now seasoning them with

a pinch of salt and the minced garlic.

"Wat issat?"

"Tomatoes, I slice them and we can eat them beside

our bacon and eggs and potatoes."

"Wassat?"

"Coffee, it is a beverage you drink hot. It helps

keep you awake and invigorates you."

"So we can fuck more?"

"That too," Becky laughed, pleased that the

world changing around Nanu had done nothing to affect her libido. She still had
her priorities. She wafted the scent of the breakfast at Nanu's nose. "How
does it smell?"

"I have never smelled anything so wonderful in my

life," Nanu replied.

"Just wait 'til you taste it," the blonde

said as she began cracking the eggs into a bowl and then whisking them. She
added some soda water and then put it into her skillet. "I'll start
showing you how to make simple things. Eggs are easy."

"The slaves almost never got eggs, and when we did,

we'd just drink them as fast as possible," Nanu said, watching in
fascination as Becky scrambled the eggs. She couldn't believe how good
everything smelled. "Another girl and I fought over an egg once."

"Did you kick her ass too?" Becky asked.

"Well, no," Nanu admitted. "We

broke the egg while we were fighting and had to settle for licking it off one
another."

"Did you ever wear clothes?" asked Becky in

amusement.

"We were allowed to wear clothes while we were

working," Nanu mentioned, looking rather distant as she answered.
"Other than that, we were kept naked so that we wouldn't leave the
slaves' quarters. If we did, we were beaten, so it was a real big risk."

"Here I am finding out more about your world, when

you should be learning about mine," Becky laughed as she retrieved
more items from the fridge. "I promise you, Nanu, you will never have
to go hungry as long as you're with me."

"Wassa?" Nanu asked, pointing to the strange

container holding a transparent sack with white liquid in it.

"That's milk," Becky replied, somewhat

confused. "You know, milk, from a cow. You had milk in your time, I
know you did."

Nanu made a wry face. "Milk from a cow? Cow's milk

is for peasants, Mistress."

"But I saw cows at the Flavius villa when Mark and I

came to Rome," Becky said.

Nanu giggled. "Mistress is silly. We had cows

for ploughing the fields, because my Master made his money with certain types
of wine and oils. They weren't used for milk or eating, that's gross!"

"Well, cows are not often used for that sort of work

anymore, they're bred for meat and milk now, because they can feed many people,"
Becky pointed out. "To be honest, the milk is very good for you, it
gives you strong bones and teeth. Promise me you will at least try it, if not
right now, then soon."

The Egyptian girl looked skeptical, but then nodded. "I

trust you, Mistress. You didn't drag me here to play a trick on me about
drinking cow's milk."

She then smiled slyly, coming closer to Becky and leaning

in. "But if I must drink milk, Mistress, I would rather it be yours;”

"Stop that, you little tart," Becky giggled

as Nanu leaned in and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking on it
gently. "I don't want the bacon to burn;”

Nanu had slid a hand down between Becky's legs and begun

stroking a finger deftly along the silken folds of her cunt, teasing her clit.
Becky shivered as her lover molested her, but steeled herself and took Nanu by
the shoulders, pushing her away.

"That'll be enough of that, until I'm done cooking,"

she said firmly, while Nanu gave her a bratty smile. She knew she was being
naughty, but also knew Becky loved it, as long as they were careful. Nanu
watched patiently while Becky finished making breakfast. She watched in
fascination as Becky made coffee in her Keurig machine, the aroma of the
beverage like nothing she'd ever known.

Becky put everything on plates and then led Nanu out to the

dining room, indicating where she should sit. Becky's table could be expanded
to fit as many as eight chairs but was currently arranged in a square for a
paltry four, since she rarely entertained, except for Mark. And now Nanu. She
made Nanu sit in a cushioned chair, and then went back to get the last of the
breakfast accoutrements, including silverware.

"Is silver so common in your world that even people

who are not rich can use it?" asked the former slave-girl, examining
her glinting utensils.

Becky shook her head. "They are just made to look

silver, darling. It turns out real silver might be poisonous if ingested. This
just makes it look pretty, and easy to clean. Now watch me;”

Becky then used her fork on the eggs and the potatoes,

putting small bites in her mouth. She'd cooked the bacon crisp enough that it could
be eaten with her fingers. Nanu, sitting kitty-corner from Becky at the table,
watched how she held the fork, and then imitated. It was clumsy at first, but
then she got the hang of it quickly. She made several quizzical faces as she
started with the potatoes, sliced thin and fried, along with onions and garlic.
Predictably, being Nanu, she ate them all.

She moved on to the eggs, and these also disappeared

rapidly, as did the tomatoes. Given what she'd seen Nanu put in her mouth in
times past, Becky wasn't at all surprised that Nanu didn't have texture issues
with food.

Then she tried the bacon.

She bit off a small piece daintily, masticating on it for

only a moment before shoving the rest of the strip in her mouth and chewing
like it was the last thing she'd ever eat. Becky had to try very hard not to
laugh as she watched Nanu wolf down her remaining pieces. When she was done,
the young woman looked at her.

"Mistress;” she said softly. "I; I know

I say that I love you more than anything, but; you may be replaced in my heart
by this; bay-kon;”

"Everyone loves it, Nanu, it's fine," said

the blonde easily. "Make sure you drink, though, there are several
things to choose from."

Nanu glanced at the various cups and containers holding

fluids and began pointing. "Wassa?"

"The juice of an orange, it is very sweet. It is

somewhat like a lemon, but much sweeter."

"Wassa?"

"That is just water, with a little lemon juice in

it." Becky said.

"Wassa?"

"That's the coffee. You usually drink it hot."

Nanu took hold of the mug with two hands and tentatively

sniffed the contents. Her faced wrinkled. "It smells burnt now."

"Let me see if I can make it taste better for you,"

Becky suggested, patting the table. Nanu put down the mug and then Becky
dribbled in some creamer from a small cup and then spooned in some sugar. Nanu
watched curiously as her Mistress stirred the concoction and then gestured to
it. "Go ahead and try it;”

Nanu picked up the cup again, sniffing it and noticing that

it smell considerably less bitter or burnt this time around. It was still very
warm, but she took a sip. Her eyes darted back and forth across the table as
she considered, then took another.

She looked up at Becky. "It; is nice. Sweet. It

makes me think of you."

"Oh, well now," Becky said, blushing and

smiling. "There's a lot of food you haven't tried yet, so don't
pigeonhole me too quickly;”

They sat and finished their food, along with drinking the

various beverages. Nanu enjoyed the orange juice, and was pleasantly surprised
by the milk. "And you said it is good for my teeth and my bones?"

Becky nodded.

"Then I'll keep drinking it," Nanu

declared. "Do you have anything that is good for my cunt?"

"Nothing you can eat or drink, except maybe

pineapples," purred the blonde, giving her lover a sultry look and
putting her hand on top of Nanu's. "But I am sure I can keep it
well-exercised;”

"Then I guess it is time for us to go and try your

show-er, Mistress," Nanu replied, leaning in and pressing her lips to
Becky's. They shared an open-mouthed kiss for several seconds, tongues tangling
wetly, a sound they both shivered in delight to. Becky stood and gently pulled
Nanu to her feet.

"Normally, I clean up immediately after I eat, but

in this case, I think it can wait," Becky said, leading her back
through the living room and upstairs. "Time to burn off all that food
we ate."

"I love you, Mistress," Nanu sighed.

"I love you too, Nanu. Now let me show you;”

Becky's bathroom, fifteen minutes later.

The two girls were lying on their sides, facing into one

another, their legs parted as they lapped hungrily at each other's pussies.
Becky buried her tongue deep inside Nanu, making the Egyptian girl squirm and
moan loudly, her thighs pressing in on Becky's head. She felt Nanu attack her
cunt again with a will, determined to make her Mistress cum hard. And Becky had
every faith that Nanu would.

The warm water inundated them, and Nanu reveled in it. She'd

never experienced anything remotely like this 'shower' before, and it felt
heavenly. Re-be-kah had covered her body in a pearly, slippery substance and
then they'd slithered their bodies together, turning Nanu on in a way she'd
never experienced. She'd almost attacked her Mistress, hungry for her cunt.

Becky groaned loudly as Nanu's finger wiggled inside her ass

while her wicked tongue flicked over her clit before sliding back into her
throbbing snatch. She sucked Nanu's little nub into her mouth, making the
Egyptian girl shiver and squeal, writhing and pushing against her face. Her
thumbs pulled Nanu's nether lips wide, the delicious sting of the stretch
making Nanu even wetter.

They licked and fingered one another relentlessly until they

both shuddered, shrieking into each other's cunt as they came, hard. They'd barely
finished their mutual orgasm before Nanu scrambled around and kissed Becky
fiercely, crushing her body into her Mistress'. Becky grappled onto her as she
kissed her back greedily, tongues plunging as hips thrust. Nanu squirmed as she
kissed her mistress with an almost desperate affection, an emotion she couldn't
seem to express enough.

Becky rolled onto her side and then knelt up, causing Nanu

to do the same. They were both breathing heavily, with Nanu wondering what her
Mistress had in mind next. They were kneeling close and staring into one
another's eyes hungrily, knowing they were nowhere near done yet.

Becky took Nanu and settled her against the wall, sitting up

with her legs spread. She then stood and pulled her detachable shower head out
of its mount and brought it down, kneeling beside her lover. Nanu watched as
Becky twisted a setting on the head and changed the stream and pressure of the
water coming out of the head. She smiled evilly at the Egyptian girl.

Nanu shuddered and sucked in her breath as Becky pounded one

of her nipples with the water jet, her eyes going wide. It felt like countless
tiny slivers of heated pleasure against her sensitive nub. Becky then changed
to the other nipple and Nanu moaned loudly. She continued moaning as Becky
kissed her, but then her eyes snapped open and her body went rigid as the jets
of water suddenly battered her cunt.

Becky kissed her harder as Nanu shrieked into her mouth,

cumming almost instantly. Nanu almost thrashed, her body seeming beyond her
control. She screamed again as a second instant orgasm tore through her, her
fingernails digging into Becky's flesh.

Nanu pulled back from the kiss, her eyes wide and almost

bleary from tears, her chest heaving. Without pausing, she reached down and
used her fingers to pull her cuntlips apart, exposing her inner pink and her
clit. Becky obliged and squared the showerhead right in front of Nanu's
throbbing cunt, battering it again with the relentless jets of water. Nanu
screeched, arching her back and gritting her teeth, her head thrashing back and
forth as a third orgasm almost knocked her soul right out of her body.

Becky pulled the showerhead away as Nanu slumped, seeming to

black out. Her eyes were closed as she slid down the wall slowly. Becky put a
hand on her cheek, and then two fingers on her neck.

Well, she's breathing and has a pulse, so I didn't kill

her; Becky mused, relieved that she didn't have the body of an
unidentifiable girl in her house. Chances were even Nanu's dental patterns
would throw them for a loop. The only time anyone would have seen teeth like
Nanu's was in archaeological digs.

Oh, sweetie, I don't blame you, the teacher thought

as she watched Nanu pee herself, even while unconscious. I would've too
after those orgasms.

She adjusted the showerhead to a gentler spray than the jets

that had knocked her lover out, and cooled the water down as well, lightly
raining it down on Nanu to hopefully revive her. Nearly a minute passed before
the girl stirred and moaned quietly. Becky smiled as Nanu opened her eyes.

"Mistress;” she murmured, looking up at Becky.

"We can do that again, right?"

The blonde smiled. "Not right now, but yes, we can

do that many more times. I thought you might like it, you little perv, you."

Nanu smiled back, allowing her Mistress to run the

warm-but-cooler water over her body. She felt like she had no bones, and every
nerve in her body was connected to her cunt. She might never walk again, she
feared. But what a way to die.

Eventually, Becky rubbed more slippery soap all over Nanu's

body and then rinsed it off. Lastly, she trickled a scented shampoo into her
lover's hair and massaged it into her scalp. Nanu moaned in ecstasy at the
pampering, and then Becky washed the cleanser out. While Nanu watched, she
washed herself and then turned off the water. Carefully, she pulled Nanu to her
feet, making sure her legs were steady.

Outside the shower, Becky wrapped a plush towel around Nanu

and her hair, and then around herself. She led Nanu back to the bedroom by the
hand and finished gently drying her, keeping the towel on her head for now.

"I cannot wait to show you my world, Nanu, but for

now, we should lie down and dry off."

Nanu nodded. "Yes, Mistress. I am rather tired after

all that eating and fucking."

"Would you like to look out my back window first?"

Becky offered. "There's not much to see, just the backyard of my
property, but it's daylight, so you can see something."

The Egyptian girl nodded again and Becky walked up to the

window and pulled open her lavender curtains, letting the sunlight spill in.
She then opened the window and gestured for Nanu to come forward and look. It
was a pleasant April morning, and the sun was shining down already on her
backyard and her gardens.

Nanu gazed out and drew in a breath. It was so very green.

It was green around the Flavian villa near Rome, of course, but she could see
trees here and types of flowers she'd never known before. She could also see a
corner of an odd-looking building on the far side of the sward of grass that
apparently belonged to her Mistress, but trees interfered with her view. More
unreal houses of not-wealthy people?

"It is beautiful, Mistress," she sighed.

"Do I really live here with you now?"

"Unless you decide otherwise one day, Nanu, yes,"

Becky said gently, smiling and snuggling into her from behind, her hands
clasping on her lover's stomach. "Until then, this is where you live."

"I cannot imagine anywhere else I would rather be,

Mistress;” Nanu said dreamily.

Two hours later.

Becky's eyes opened when she heard a rumbling, gurgling

sound. She was lying on her side in her bed, holding Nanu, whose eyes also
flicked open at the sound. A look passed between them for some moments as the
sound growled around the room.

"Nanu, are you hungry again?" Becky asked.

Nanu shook her head slowly, but then her stomach gurgled

more loudly than ever, and her eyes widened almost in panic. Becky put her hand
down gently on Nanu's stomach, feeling what was happening. Nanu almost had her
legs clenched up in a knot.

Oh, damn.

Becky got up quickly and scooped a frightened Nanu into her

arms. She waddled across the room and through the door, turning sideways so
that she didn't brain the smaller girl on the frame. She hurried to the
bathroom and plunked the naked Nanu down on the seat. Nanu was looking up at
her in a panic, but Becky was already hurrying out the door flipping on the
exhaust fan and shutting the door.

"I'm right here, Nanu!" she called back

into the bathroom as she slumped down against the wall. "Don't panic, and
please, press that handle a lot!"

"Mistress!" Nanu wailed as the inevitable

occurred, followed by horrific and disgusting sounds blasting through the shut
door. "Mistress!"

"You'll be fine, Nanu!" Becky replied,

hopefully consolingly. "Just; I don't know, hold on and we'll fix you
after."

Nanu let out a series of wails as the sounds got worse and

worse. Becky just sat against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chin and a
haunted look in her eyes.

Rebecca Nightingale Fischer, you damned fool! she

thought to herself as the gastrointestinal holocaust continued inside the
bathroom. You pumped her full of nitrates and preservatives, something her
system has never dealt with before! Of course she's turning herself inside out!
You were so eager to show off that you completely overlooked the fact that
chemicals in our food can almost kill her!

"Mistress!" Nanu wailed miserably, pressing

the toilet handle regularly. "It hurts!"

"I'm sorry, baby!" Becky called back

desperately, almost weeping herself. "Mistress promises, you'll be
fine! I promise! Hang tight!"

Literally, please.

Nearly an hour of horror passed before Nanu seemed to stop

talking and was strangely silent. Thankfully, the toilet seemed to have flushed
once again not long before. Becky waited a little longer, just in case.

What do I tell her? That I forgot what that our food has

ingredients that simply didn't exist in her time? That this is likely to happen
again, even if we're careful? What do I tell that poor girl?

Becky pressed a hand over her eyes, trying to steel herself

for what must come next. God, she hoped her bathroom fan was functioning
correctly.

She was not normally a praying woman, but she looked up at

the ceiling in her hall and crossed herself (just in case the Catholics were
right) and stood up. She put her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath.

"Nanu," she called gently. "I'm

coming in;”

Becky opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing

she noticed was that the room was surprisingly chilly. Also, there was barely
any smell. Nanu, still sitting where Becky had put her, looked up at her with
blurry eyes, but she was almost shivering.

"Oh, you poor dear," the blonde murmured,

kneeling in front of her and putting her hands on Nanu's arms, massaging
gently. Her skin was cold. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm cold and I'm burning all at once, Mistress;”

Nanu whimpered miserably.

Becky hugged Nanu to her while keeping her sitting. It

irritated Becky that her nipples chose then to get hard while pressed against
Nanu's cold skin. "I'm so sorry;”

She took Nanu by the cheeks and kissed her gently and

repeatedly, trying to distract her from her discomfort. Despite her suffering,
Nanu kissed her back, hoping for any solace she could get. What a horrible
experience for her. Nanu may have gotten food poisoning before, based on
ancient, shoddy methods of food preservation, but this was something totally
different, and couldn't be avoided.

"Let me clean you, my love," Becky said

through the kisses she was putting all over Nanu's face and her chattering
lips. "Then Mistress will take you in the shower again and warm you up,
okay?"

Nanu sniffled and nodded, trusting that Rebe-kah had her

best interests in mind. This experience had most definitely not been
what she expected from the days of tomorrow. Becky helped Nanu stand, very
gingerly, and did what needed to be done. She then opened the shower and got
the water up to the temperature Nanu had told her earlier she preferred. She
stepped aside and Nanu tiptoed in, wincing the whole way.

The two women stood quietly under the warm deluge, just

holding one another close and saying nothing. Nanu snuggled herself between
Becky's opulent tits, taking comfort in the softness and trying to forget the
burning pain in her sphincter. She hoped and prayed to any god that would
listen that she never had to go through anything like that ever again.

When she was finally warm, Nanu looked up at Becky, a hint

of a smile on her face, despite her discomfort down below. Becky smiled and
kissed Nanu, gently and lovingly. They held the kiss for some time before Nanu
asked a question. "Mistress; what happened?"

Becky sighed and considered what to say next. Nanu was being

remarkably calm, given what she'd gone through. Becky brought her down so that
they were kneeling in the water. Nanu, predictably, was sitting with her knees
and thighs splayed, which opened her ass cheeks and was undoubtedly a relief
for her. They knelt close, their knees between each other's legs. Becky put a
hand on Nanu's cheek.

"It was my fault, Nanu, although I didn't mean for

it to happen. I am sorry."

"I know you wouldn't hurt me, Mistress. What did you

accidentally do?"

"In my time, darling, we keep food from spoiling by

adding things to it, things you are not familiar with. You preserve things in
your old life by salting them or smoking them, right?"

Nanu nodded.

"Well we have other things we can add to our foods

and make them last a long time," Becky continued. "They're
things your body would not be used to because they didn't even really exist in
your era. Was there ever a new food you tried before and your body reacted
angrily like that?"

The Egyptian girl thought for some time. She'd been a slave

in Rome for quite a few years, after all, and was very young when she'd been
sold. "Oysters," she answered finally. "I'd never had
them before coming to the Flavians, we didn't have them at home in Kemet. I
liked them, but I shit myself that night and for days before I realized what
had caused it."

Becky nodded. "That is what these things we call 'preservatives'

did to you, my love. You body did not know what to do and, well; rebelled."

"But Mistress, how will I eat?" Nanu asked,

plainly worried. "I love eating, it allows me to live. I can't keep
doing this."

"You won't, Nanu, I promise," Becky assured

her. "I'll be checking the ingredients of food before I give them to
you, and then in small amounts until your body adjusts, like it did with the
oysters."

Nanu looked at her dreamily. "You always take such

good care of me, Mistress. I love you so much;”

Nanu moved in and they kissed again, wrapping their arms

around one another. Becky giggled as she felt Nanu nestle in close enough that
their pussies were pressed together. The girl was insatiable.

"How can you be ready to fuck again?" she

giggled. "You just had your ass destroyed."

Becky wasn't used to talking in these rather vulgar terms,

not often, but with Nanu it seemed like it might be necessary quite often. And
it was happening in Latin, so far fewer people would know what they were being
crass in any event.

"Umm, Mistress makes it all better by loving me and

fucking me," the Egyptian girl purred through their kiss. "If
she could, I'd let Mistress fuck me, cum in me, and bear her child. I love you
that much, Mistress."

Becky shivered, turned on by Nanu's honesty. She began

squirming her cunt against Nanu's, looking forward to cumming with her in the
shower.

"I love you too, Nanu;” she whispered back,

meaning it.

Nanu recovered quickly, walking around without showing much

trace of discomfort. Becky pointed this out and Nanu blushed when she mentioned
that while experience had been somewhat traumatic, it wasn't the worst thing to
ever happen to her.

"I am a slave, Mistress," she said as she

sat on the chesterfield, facing Becky. "My master, Flavius, sometimes
when he was angry with me, I could be beaten with reeds, but other times he'd
also fuck me in my ass, without using any substance to make it easier. He'd
just push inside of me and fuck me hard until he wasn't angry. And if I bled,
it didn't matter, I am just a slave."

Becky bit her lip and blinked away tears before hugging Nanu

close. "I am so sorry, Nanu. I didn't see that happening. I thought he
treated you well. To think I accepted his hospitality, just so I could go and
fuck like a slut."

"Mistress, no," Nanu insisted, looking at

Becky, her expression earnest. "If you hadn't come to fuck, you
wouldn't have bought me, and I would still be there. And maybe it is upsetting
to hear what he did to me, but he was far worse to other slaves than he was to
me. I was one of the best treated."

"Maybe, but you are not a slave anymore, Nanu,"

Becky said firmly, holding Nanu by the arms and looking into her lovely hazel
eyes. "You are not a slave. You are a free woman now. You can call me
Mistress if it pleases you, but nobody owns you."

Nanu smiled somewhat ruefully. "That may be,

Mistress, but; I am here now, and I know absolutely nothing. Children will know
more than me. I am completely at your mercy from now on."

Becky nodded. "And I will teach you, Nanu, how to

get along in this world. I promise you."

The raven-haired girl smiled. "I believe you,

Mistress. But I haven't even seen this world, aside from that grass behind your
mansion. Will you show me some of it today?"

"I think we can arrange that," Becky mused,

smiling. "But we'll need to find you something to wear. We can't have
you wandering around the streets naked."

Nanu made a face. "I thought you said that your era

was more liberated than my own, yet I must still wear clothes?"

"C'mon, Carol Doda, let's go see if I have anything

that'll fit you;” Becky sighed as she pulled Nanu off the chesterfield and
walked her back upstairs.

A few minutes later.

Nanu was standing naked in the bedroom and trying not to

giggle as Becky rummaged through a dresser, desperately trying to find something
that would fit her new houseguest.

"Dammit dammit dammit;” the blonde muttered, kneeling

in front of a drawer and tossing clothes over her shoulder. "Uh; try these
panties;”

She turned around and handed Nanu a set of thong panties.

Nanu looked at them curiously, but had no particular idea of how to put them
on. She tried slipping both legs through one hole on a hunch, but got them got
at her knees, staggered and fell over with a squeal, landing on her side.

"Well, so much for that pair," Becky

sighed, disentangling Nanu from the mess she'd created and looking despairingly
at the now stretched garment. She tossed them in a small wastebasket and turned
back to the dresser while Nanu knelt and watched curiously.

Becky kept digging and muttering to herself, and Nanu

eventually grew bored. She looked around the room and finally noticed the
large, body-length mirror that her Mistress had been mentioning earlier. She
stood up and walked over to it, looking at herself in the shiny surface. She
turned around, displaying her pert ass, looking over her shoulder at it. She'd
never seen her own ass before, at least not this easily. She smirked and used
her hands to spread her cheeks, pleased to see that her little knot was not
nearly as red and swollen as it had been earlier.

She then turned and knelt in front of the mirror, getting

close. She knelt wide, exposing her hairless cunt, and caressed her tits. She'd
only ever really seen flashes of herself in the Flavians' one mirror before, or
perhaps in vary calm, clear water on rare occasions. She held her face with her
hands, turning it left and right as she examined her features. Was that how she
looked? Was that really her face?

No wonder Rebe-kah and M-ark loved her and wanted to fuck

her! She was gorgeous!

"Mistress, what are these called in your En-gush?"

she queried, now sitting on her behind and spreading her legs so she could look
at her cunt closely. She pulled the lips apart so she could see inside herself.

Becky glanced over her shoulder to see what Nanu was up to

and stifled a sigh. Why wasn't she surprised? "Mirror."

"Mirro," Nanu repeated. En-gush had so many

strange words for things! "I have never seen myself like this before.
Is this really me?"

Becky smiled. It occurred to her than it was very likely

Nanu had never seen a truly clear image of herself before, and certainly not
this close. Mirrors in the ancient world were rare, and often distorted, even
the best ones. Becky saw her own reflection countless times a day, and just
took it for granted. She tried to think about life without mirrors and
reflective surfaces. "Yes, that is really how we all see you, Nanu. You
are beautiful."

"I really am," Nanu agreed, toying with her

clit while stirring a finger inside her cunt.

Becky broke down giggling. "And so very modest, too."

Nanu sniffed and ignored the tease, going back to looking at

herself. She got on her hands and knees and moved in as close as she could.
Examining herself, she watched how her lovely tits, large on her tiny frame,
hung down pleasingly beneath her, swaying hypnotically. She loved how her
blue-black hair caught sunlight through the window. Her hazel eyes had a
sensual shine to them, and her lips were made to be kissed, or to suck cunt and
cock.

Nanu leaned in and closed her eyes, pressing her lips

against her reflection, kissing herself. The flat surface was cool, but she
sighed, knowing that her reflection was enjoying it too.

"A few moments of your time, Narcissus?"

Becky asked, smirking as she noticed what Nanu was doing. She was already
reaching under herself and stroking her cuntlips as she kissed her reflection
in the mirror. Nanu sighed at the unwelcome interruption for the unwelcome
clothes, and reluctantly knelt up, looking at herself one last time before
returning to Becky at the boring dresser.

"Here's what we're doing," Becky announced,

holding up some long garment that looked like a flimsy tunic of white material,
although it had no tie around its middle. "Hold up your arms."

Nanu put her arms over her head and allowed Becky to slip

the garment over her head, putting her arms through the short sleeves. It was
long enough that it fell almost to Nanu's knees, and had some strange design on
the front that confused Nanu greatly.

"It belonged to an ex-boyfriend of mine, I would

sleep in it sometimes," Becky said, tugging on her hem to straighten
it out. "Take a look in the mirror, what do you think?"

Nanu turned and walked toward the mirror, with Becky

following. The Egyptian girl made a wry face as she examined herself, turning
left and right.

"It's terrible," she said, obviously

displeased with how it concealed her figure. "You can't see my tits or
my ass, it's like a sack for vegetables. Nobody would fuck me in this."

"Hey, I got fucked while wearing it plenty of times,

thank you," Becky pointed out.

"Yes, but you're taller than me, I'll bet people can

see your cunt if you wear it," Nanu countered. "And what is
this; thing; on the chest? Is that a cock that is catching fire?"

Becky broke down giggling again. "No, darling, it's;

oh, how to explain this; it is the symbol for a musical group."

Nanu frowned. "A musical group?"

"A group of entertainers who travel around and

perform together, playing instruments and singing," Becky said. "Don't
you have groups like that, travelling musical groups that call themselves by a
certain name?"

The Egyptian girl thought for several moments, her hands

kneading the material of the shirt she was wearing. "Yes. There was
once a troupe of travelling Britons who passed through the area and stayed with
us at the Flavian villa. They called themselves the Rolling Menhirs."

Becky giggled. "Well, this is a musical group from

my time, and that thing that looks like a burning cock is one of their symbols."

"Burning cocks is a stupid symbol," Nanu

stated, plainly not impressed.

"Be that as it may," Becky sighed, turning

Nanu to face her and assessing her work. "I suppose this will do for
the moment, answering the door and the like. Or if we have visitors."

Nanu's eyes lit up. "M-ark?"

Becky shook her head. "We cannot see Mark for the

next three months, darling. But when we do, I promise, we will absolutely rape
him."

"Good, I love raping Mark," Nanu said

giddily, hugging her Mistress again. "But are these to be my only
clothes?"

"No, hold still now;” Becky said, turning and

getting something out of a side table drawer. She unrolled a long, thin yellow
strip with curious markings on it. "Okay, lose the clothes."

Nanu happily complied. She watched as Becky began putting

the flexible strip around various parts of her body, like her hips, her waist,
and her chest. Nanu remembered being measured when they were in Rome, when
Becky had bought her clothes to look like a patrician.

"Okay, Hollister it is," Becky said,

rolling up the tape measure again. "And probably Abercrombie And Fitch.
You've got the body of a thirteen year-old ballet dancer, and the tits of a
girl in her twenties. Did all the other slave girls hate you, Nanu?"

"Sometimes," Nanu giggled. "But I'd

let them suck on my tits and they'd forget. I got into a fight with Vespina
once, and we kept punching and trying to rip one another's tits off before I
bi’

"I can guess, Nanu," Becky sighed, trying

to curb Nanu's bloodlust. Heaven help the first person who ever talked shit to
her. "So this is what you need to wear for now, until I get out and buy
some more clothes for you, now that I have your measurements."

Nanu pouted. "Can't I come with you? These are my

clothes for now, you said."

Becky smiled. "Would you go outside wearing only a

subligaculum?"

"Well, no," Nanu answered, shaking her

head. "But that's because my master would beat me for embarrassing him.
Here, I have no master to beat me."

"Agreed, but we have decency laws here, Nanu, and it

is not a good idea to go outside in a state of undress, even like that,"
Becky pointed out. "I don't want you to get arrested for indecency."

Not that Nanu would ever get arrested for anything else; she

thought but didn't say.

Nanu frowned. "This free society of yours doesn't

sound very free to me, Mistress. Other people can decide what I can and cannot
wear?"

Becky had no idea how to answer that question.

Nanu quickly forgot her discontent about clothing strictures

when Becky suggested they put the mirror in her bedroom to good use. So now
Nanu was moaning in pleasure as she worked herself up and down while straddling
Becky's face, looking at herself in the mirror. She was fascinated to see the
sweat shining on her creamy, tan skin, how the tips of her long, raven hair
clung wetly to her, and how her tits looked so enticing as she fondled them.

Down beneath her, she could see her Mistress' tongue

flickering against her clit before pushing deep inside her wanton cunt, which
glistened with her arousal. Becky promised to make her cum this way before they
moved on to some other position. And Nanu was well on her way there, panting as
the exquisite heat began blooming in her core, snaking out like tendrils of
tingling pleasure through her whole body. She moved up and down heatedly on
Becky's wicked tongue, moaning with abandon.

The Egyptian girl keened, rocking back and forth, her

fingers reaching down and tangling in Becky's blonde hair, almost pulling her
face against Nanu's cunt. Becky lashed her tongue harder inside her lover,
making her writhe and grind desperately. Nanu forced herself to keep her eyes
open, looking at herself in the mirror. She's never seen herself cum before,
and wanted to know.

Her pants became yelps and she bucked her hips on Becky's

face, leaning backward as she pressed down and supporting herself on one hand
on Becky's hip. Her free hand kept groping and massaging her tits, slippery
with her sweat now. She wanted to see herself cum!

Becky used her hands to pull down on Nanu's thighs, pinning

her against Becky's relentless mouth. She could feel Nanu's cunt starting to
contract around her tongue, her face getting wetter by the moment. Nanu
squirmed and writhed, her body on fire. Without warning, her hand reached back
and clamped down on Becky's cunt, fingers spearing through the lips and inside
her.

The sudden shriek from Becky sent off Nanu, who cried out

loudly, almost convulsing as the orgasm crashed over her. She bathed Becky's
face in cum, wailing in ecstasy, thighs clamping on the sides of her Mistress'
head. Everything tingled, from the tips of her fingers and toes, to the top of
her head.

Nanu kept her eyes trained on herself, leaning up and

forward now, her hands on the floor as she looked in the mirror. Her glazed
eyes gazed back at her, her mouth hanging open as she breathed heavily. Below
her, Becky was purring and lapping slowly and gently at all the cum Nanu had
given her. Nanu wanted to fuck in front of a mirror forever.

"Mistress," she managed to say. "Please

come up and let me kiss and lick my cum off your face;”

Nanu unmounted Becky's head and waited while the blonde sat

up, sighing happily and smiling at her. Becky turned and helped maneuver Nanu
into position so that they were sitting with their legs around one another's
behinds, sticky pussies kissing. If Nanu looked to her side, she could see them
both in the mirror. She felt a tingling thrill at the sight of their bodies
pressed together, her tits squashed into Becky's even larger ones.

Nanu started kissing and licking Becky's shining face,

cleaning her cum from it. She began kissing Becky as well, sliding her tongue
into her Mistress' mouth so that they could share the taste of her. Neither of
them knew how long they'd been sitting like that and making out, nor did they
care. When they finally finished, they both leaned back on their hands, smiling
at one another and keeping their pussies pressed together.

"Well, that was fun, except for that bathroom break,"

Becky sighed, catching her breath. "It's been a busy morning for us."

"Yes, Mistress, and I love it," Nanu

replied, nodding. "I just want to fuck, and fuck, and fuck."

"That sounds delightful, but even I have a job to

do, so that we keep eating and having a place to live," Becky pointed
out, smiling and wiggling her hips slightly. "Not to mention I still
need to teach you how to live in your new world, darling, and I can't do that
if my mouth is attached to your body constantly."

"I know, Mistress," Nanu agreed rather

dolefully, looking at the two of them in the mirror again. "But when
will it be safe for me to eat again, and when can I go outside and see my new
world?"

Becky considered. "Well, it's Sunday and I don't

work, so I guess I could take you outside, just to look around, even if we
don't go anywhere. And I have fresh fruits and vegetables that don't have
preservatives in them, so you'll be able to eat those just fine."

"So I must put on the white burning cock sack again

and then we can go look outside?"

Becky nodded.

Nanu sighed and got up, heading over to gather up the white

burning cock sack and trying to put it on. After some difficulties, she managed
to get her head through the right hole, and her arms through their designated
apertures. She looked at Becky and held out her arms, indicating she was ready.

"Oh, wait," Becky said in English as something

occurred to her. "Socks, and slippers!"

She got up and headed back to her dresser, rummaging in the

top drawer for something. Seconds later, she held up a pair of cute little
ankle socklets with stripes in a rainbow of colors. She indicated to Nanu that
she should sit on the edge of the bed, and the Egyptian girl complied. She
watched curiously as Becky slipped them on her feet and she giggled because the
fuzzy material tickled.

"Now watch this;” Becky said, slipping fuzzy

socks on her own feet before taking Nanu to the bedroom door. She winked at
Nanu and then dashed into the hallway, skidding along the polished wooden
floor, laughing. She reached the end of the hall and turned to face Nanu, clearly
expecting her to do the same.

Without any hesitation, Nanu began running and then tried to

skid, but had too much momentum, skidding along with her eyes wide before
crashing into Becky. The blonde was ready though, and caught her in a hug
before they tumbled into the other bedroom, laughing gaily.

"I'll get better at that, I promise," Nanu

said eagerly, looking down at Becky before glancing around the room. "You
have another sleeping chamber."

Becky nodded. "This is the room that belongs to you."

Nanu blinked as she looked down at her Mistress again.

"I thought you said I can sleep with you."

"Absolutely, but it might be necessary for us to

pretend once in a while that you are simply a guest staying with me in my
house, and for that, you need a room we refer to as yours," Becky
explained. "This will be your private space where you can keep anything
you own, Nanu. It's your room. You share my bed, but this room is yours."

Nanu considered. "So; you need my permission to come

in and have to stay out if I say so?"

"Now you're making me suspicious," Becky

laughed. "This is my house, and I need to be able to get in everywhere,
my love, but I promise to do my best to give you your own space and privacy if
you want it. You just need to not do things that will get me in trouble."

"I don't know what those are yet, but I'm sure I'll

find out," Nanu sighed, shrugging. "Why must I wear clothes,
when you can go out naked?"

"Oh, I just haven't put mine on yet. C'mon, I'll

show them to you."

Nanu followed Becky back to her bedroom and watched as her

Mistress slipped on some satin pajamas, lavender in color. The Egyptian girl
was fascinated.

"Is this how people in your time dress?"

she asked in wonder, feeling the fabric between two fingers.

"Only if your name's Hugh Hefner," Becky

quipped, giggling. "These are clothes we wear to bed, or around our own
homes, darling. Since we're just going out the front door to look, I didn't
feel the need to get dressed just yet. I'll do that when I go to get clothes
for you and more food later."

She led Nanu downstairs again, and to the front door. She

put her hand on the doorknob, looked at Nanu, and smiled. "Ready?"

Nanu took a deep breath and nodded. As long as she was with

her Mistress, everything would be okay.

Becky opened the door and walked out onto her porch,

followed by Nanu. It was just past noon, and the mid-April day was pleasant.
Not very warm, but not cool, either. She hoped Nanu was used to this sort of
weather.

Nanu let out a little shiver. "It was warmer back

home."

Becky nodded. "When we met you in your time, Nanu,

it was summer. But when I brought you here to my time, it was only just the
middle of spring."

"Couldn't you have come back to summer?"

Nanu asked, trying not to be contrary. She was a tiny girl, she didn't get on
well with cold usually.

"Then I would've missed three months of teaching and

everyone would think I was missing, including Mark."

"But M-ark was with you, why would he think you were

missing?" Nanu reasoned. "Boys are stupid."

"You'll get no argument from me, Nanu,"

Becky agreed, giggling. "But trust me, I had to come back to now. Let
me show you the street."

She led Nanu down the steps and her little walkway. They

reached the street and Nanu gazed around on wonder as Becky gestured left and
right. The long avenue was lined with trees on both sides that were becoming
green again. There was a strange, wide black strip of what looked like smooth
stone that separated one side of the street from the other, with curious large
sculptures on wheels lining its edges. She turned to look back at Becky's
house, and then at all the other ones on the street. They were all roughly the
same size, but no two looked alike.

Nanu gaped as a man in tight clothes that fit to his body

very closely jogged by. He smiled brightly and waved at them. Becky waved back,
and so did Nanu. She looked back at her Mistress. "Do the people of
your time dress like that when they are outside? How is that any different that
being nude? I could see the shape of his cock in those tight braccas."

"People often dress like that when they exercise,

Nanu," Becky explained. "There are many, many ways to dress in
my time, it will take some getting used to. Oh, hey, my first crocus!"

Becky was distracted by a plant pushing up through her

flower bed, kneeling down to look at it. Nanu looked around curiously, since
everything she saw was new to her. She walked out onto the strange black
partition, marveling at how hard it felt-

There was a terrifying, loud bellowing noise.

"NANU!" she heard Becky scream.

Nanu had barely turned to gape at the source of the noise

was she felt herself get tackled, everything tumbling around her. She crashed
into something soft and there was a terrible roaring din unlike anything she'd
ever heard. She rolled onto her side, wheezing as the breath was almost knocked
out of her.

She was staring in shock as one of the wheeled metal

sculptures, a fast one, went speeding down the black partition, still
roaring, like an enraged bull, only louder. It reminded her of the war horns of
the Romans, but angrier somehow. She heard Becky gasping for breath next to her
and turned to look; her Mistress was also lying there, her eyes wide with
terror. She gaped at Nanu for a split second before scrambling to her knees and
checking the younger girl frantically for signs of injury.

"Nanu, baby," she gasped in a desperate

voice. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have looked away!"

Nanu hardly knew what to say, but she thought she should, so

she just let things pour out. "Mistress, I; the sculpture, it came to
life! It tried to kill me! It; it wasn't a sculpture, was it? They aren't
sculptures, they are monsters!"

Becky choked back tears of relief and anxiety as she

continued checking Nanu, seeing only minor bruises and scratches. How did she
explain? "They're; they're like chariots, Nanu, we use them to travel
around in. But that asshole had no business going that fast on this street. He
could have killed you."

Nanu threw herself against Becky in a hug, now finally

realizing how close she'd come to being killed, because she began exploring
without stopping and thinking. This world was very dangerous for her, if
she wasn't careful.

The two women knelt in the grass, holding each other and

crying, recovering from their frightening experience. A woman hurried up,
sounding concerned.

"Rebecca!" she said breathlessly. "I saw what

happened! Are you all right?"

Becky looked up at her and nodded. "Yes, thank you,

Mrs. Hill. It was a close call, but nothing bad happened. We're both just
shocked."

"I saw your friend wander out into the road," the

woman added. "Why did she do that?"

Becky choked back more tears as she replied. "She's a

student from another country and she's staying with me, Mrs. Hill. She's not
used to things like cars, and she got away from me before I was ready. Don't
worry, I'll make sure she knows."

The elder woman considered and then nodded and wandered off,

leaving the two girls crying and holding each other.

To be continued in part 12. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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