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The Time Riders: Part 12

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The Time Riders: Part 12
Teaching Nanu about the modern world.

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



Some minutes passed before Becky pressed her forehead to

Nanu's, holding her by the cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Nanu; I thought I'd
lost you. I'm sorry; I'll teach you how to be careful. I promise."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't mean to be

thoughtless and frighten you," Nanu sniffled, her eyes bleary. As much
as the fright by the wheeled monster, she was disconcerted by how upset her
Mistress was. Rebe-kah was genuinely terrified that she'd nearly lost Nanu.

It made her love her Mistress even more.

"Let's go back inside," Becky suggested,

pulling Nanu to her feet. "I promise, we'll try again later."

She looked both ways before taking them across the road,

holding Nanu close, even possessively. Becky was taking no chances.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, my love?"

As they reached the curb back in front of Becky's house,

Nanu held up the hem of her long shirt, heedless of the fact that she was
flashing her cunt to a random woman walking by as she showed Becky something.

"I'm sorry, the monster, it frightened me. I; I

pissed myself and ruined the sack."

Becky's response was somewhere between a laugh, a choke, and

a sob and she caressed Nanu's shoulder as they continued walking. "Don't
worry, I'll find you another."

"Can it have a flaming cock on it again?"

Nanu asked. "I think I rather like that."

Becky smiled. "I'll buy you some more flaming cock

shirts, my love. I promise."

The door shut behind them, and it was time to relax. It had

been quite the eventful day and it was barely noon.

After a nap.

"Do you have friends, Mistress?" Nanu asked

as she lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at Becky. She ground and pumped
her hips, slithering her cunt against her lover's, while Becky looked down at
her, churning and undulating. Becky was fondling one of her ample tits, while
the other was caressing one of Nanu's. In turn, Nanu was groping Becky, while
her free hand had reached down and was holding her nether lips wide, exposing
her throbbing clit to be brushed by Becky's. They'd already cum a few times,
but were simply enjoying the sensations now.

"Of course, silly," Becky giggled, loving

how wet and sticky their pussies felt together. "You just haven't met
any of them yet. The only person you know aside from me is Mark."

"If we meet your friends, what will you tell them

about me?"

One of the things that Becky appreciated about Nanu was that

she could fuck and still hold a conversation if she felt the need. Business
didn't interfere with pleasure. "I admit, I haven't given it too much
thought yet, but I would probably tell them that you're a student from another
country who I have staying with me, and you don't speak English."

Nanu arched her hips and side, pressing hard against Becky's

cunt. "Mistress, what; what is the name of the place we are in? Where
in the empire of the Romans is it?"

Becky had to stop fucking because she broke down laughing.

She leaned down and pressed her body to Nanu's hugging her tight while she
jiggled uncontrollably. Nanu held her Mistress, but she was frowning, wondering
what was so funny. She stopped frowning when Becky kissed her lovingly.

"Oh, Nanu," the blonde woman said, smiling

into her companion's eyes. "I have so much to explain to you still;”

She sat up and then pulled Nanu into her lap. Nanu's legs

wrapped around her Mistress' waist and she just looked contentedly into Becky's
blue eyes. She knew she was in for an explanation she wouldn't completely
understand, but as long as she was naked like this with Becky, she didn't mind,
either. There wasn't much Nanu couldn't endure, as long as she kept getting
fucked on a regular basis. And Becky seemed to like fucking as much as she did.
It was a wonderful match, as far as Nanu was concerned.

"Baby," Becky cooed, pushing a stray damp

hair away from Nanu's lovely face. "Where we are now, we are very, very
far from the boundaries of the Roman Empire. The place I live, it is a nation
called 'Canada'."

"Kaaa-na-daaa;” she said quietly. She liked the

sound of it. "Is Kaaa-na-daaa a large place?"

Becky tried to remember her ancient history, not to mention

what she knew about her own geography. "Well," she said
finally, having figured it out. "Canada is larger than the entire Roman
empire at its height. Canada is the second largest nation in the world."

Nanu's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Impossible!"

she almost hissed in disbelief. "How have you fought off the Roman
devils? Is Kaaa-na-daaa mighty?"

Becky drew in a breath. This is where it got difficult.

"Nanu, I know you can read, and you can count, but; do big numbers mean
anything to you?"

Nanu shrugged. "I could count higher than any of the

other slaves in the Flavian household, and even a few of my masters and
mistresses. Sometimes I was too smart and they beat me for it. I think I count
well."

"I'm asking because;” Becky continued, seeming

hesitant. "The Roman Empire, it fell around one-thousand five-hundred
years ago."

Nanu said nothing, trying to understand what she had just

been told. The Empire, gone? Life without Rome?

Becky blushed. "It; and the time you were from,

Nanu, that was just under three hundred years before Rome fell. My time, where
we live now, is about eighteen-hundred years after your own."

A long silence followed. Nanu shook her head. When she

looked at Becky, her hazel eyes were full of worry. "Mistress, are; are
you lying to me?"

Becky shook her head slowly. "No, Nanu. I promised

you I wouldn't lie to you."

"But I don't understand what you mean," the

Egyptian girl almost pleaded. "These numbers you are saying, they; I
don't understand them!"

She took Becky's hands in hers, her expression somewhere

between afraid and desperate. "Please help me understand, Mistress.."

Becky thought about what she could possibly do to help her

beloved Nanu understand. She considered, her eyes closed for some seconds. When
she opened them, she nodded.

"Come downstairs with me and I will try,"

she said. Nanu clambered out of her lap and the two girls rose. Taking Nanu's
hand, Becky led her downstairs to the living room. She made Nanu sit on the
floor while she walked over to a corner. In said corner, behind a decorative
screen, she kept a large, bluish water container, like one would find supplying
the water cooler in an office. With a grunt, she began rolling it out from its
storage space and toward Nanu. The former slave-girl watched curiously while Becky
now turned it over with some effort, spilling out what looked to Nanu like tiny
brown coins. Endless numbers of them, chinking and tinkling into a pile on the
rug.

"There," Becky breathed, wiping her brow.

She'd already been sweaty from sex with Nanu, and the effort of rolling and
tipping her change barrel had her feeling warm. She now lay down on her stomach
on the carpet opposite Nanu, with the piles of tiny brown coins between them.
"Nanu, these are called 'pennies', and they are a type of coin we use in
my time. They are made of aeramen (copper), like some coins you know."

Nanu nodded slowly.

Becky held up a penny. "We're going to pretend each

of these is a year. We're going to count them. And when we get to a certain
point, that is how long ago the Roman Empire fell. But think of them as years,
Nanu."

Nanu drew a deep breath, sat with her legs crossed, and

began counting, picking up the pennies and placing them into a new pile she
started. "One; two; three;”

Fifteen minutes later.

Nanu had stopped pushing the pennies, but was still counting

aloud while Becky moved the coins. "Six hundred fifty-one; six hundred
fifty-two;”

Becky could tell her beloved friend was getting very upset, but

she kept going, because she needed Nanu to understand. The minutes dragged by,
but Nanu kept counting.

"Nine hundred eighty-five;” she said in a

quavering voice. "Nine hundred eighty-six; nine hundred; No!"

Nanu shoved the ever-growing pile of pennies away,

scattering the coins, and Becky reared back in surprise. The Egyptian girl was
scrambling backward on her ass, her eyes wide in fear and disbelief. She bumped
into the couch before she yelped and leapt to her feet, dashing out of the
room. "You're Lying!"

"Nanu!" Becky called, getting hastily to

her feet as the smaller girl opened the front door and burst onto the street.
She was still naked, and Becky could hear her sobbing.

"Shit shit shit shit;” Becky said under her breath as

she pulled a long jacket out of the closet and then dashed out the door,
looking around.

"Nanu?" she called frantically. "Nanu!"

But the girl was nowhere in sight. She looked up and down

the street, seeing no bewildered pedestrians. Thank God it was Sunday, but how
long could it possibly be before a tiny naked woman was noticed running around
the neighborhood sobbing to herself and unable to speak English? She'd be
picked up by the police, be terrified, and they would have absolutely no
way of identifying her. Heaven only knows what would happen then. Poor Nanu!

Becky took a chance and began heading in the direction she

heard a dog barking from. She kept calling Nanu's name, having no clue where
she could have gone. How on earth had no one seen her yet?

Becky cursed herself. There were so many things she hadn't

anticipated. How could she? She and Mark had brought Nanu forward in time to
make her life better, to free her from the chains of slavery. It seemed like
such a good thing to do. It had to be. After all, hadn't time let them
do it?

She wasn't even exactly certain what had set Nanu off, but

she had an inkling. Yet another thing Becky hadn't known she needed to think
through. Why would she know that? She'd never brought anyone forward in time
before. How many people had? One ten millionth of this time's people? Maybe?
She didn't know! This was almost as new to her as it was to Nanu. But Becky was
making her own choices and knew she didn't need to be afraid. Nanu was
completely surrounded by a universe she knew nothing about. Even the air had to
smell completely different to her!

She stopped just outside of a parkette and looked around.

"Nanu!" she called loudly.

She heard a gasp and then muffled sobbing, along with the

rustling of foliage. She turned and saw the shrubs that marked the boundaries
of the parkette moving awkwardly. She moved toward the disturbance, hoping her
search was over. She stopped in front of the shrubs and spoke gently.
"Nanu?"

"En!" the girl hissed in panic. "Annoi!"

Becky had no idea what Nanu had just said, since it wasn't

Latin, but she could guess. She stopped coming forward and simply knelt down in
the cold grass, determined to give Nanu the time she needed. She could see the
girl now, stuffed bodily into the thicket, her hazel eyes brittle with fright.
Poor Nanu had to be in agony, wedged in with all those branches and sticks
poking and scratching her. How had she done it to begin with?

"I'm here, Nanu," she said softly, letting

Nanu see her smile, but she stayed still. "I'm sorry you got
frightened. Will you please tell me what happened? I am trying so hard to
understand, but I am not perfect at this, as you can see."

Nanu was sobbing quietly, trying to not be heard. But after

some moments, she seemed to be trying to rein in her crying so that she could
speak. It took some time, words only coming out as choked gasps. Becky stayed
still. She would wait however long was necessary. For Nanu, no length of time
was too much. She owed it to the lovely, frightened young woman.

And Nanu finally spoke.

"They're gone, Mistress," she said in

little more than a whisper. "They're all gone."

Becky thought about what Nanu was saying and it sent a chill

through her. "Nanu, do you mean your family?"

"They're dead," she managed to say in a

rasping whimper. "They're all dead; my mother, my father; my brothers
and sisters; my Ki; her little baby daughter, Nanu; they are dust; dust;”

Becky couldn't help it, she began crying too. She bent her

head and her chest shuddered as she tried not to vocalize, and tears streamed
down her face. This was a horrifying thought when she examined it from Nanu's
point of view. Everything Nanu knew to be real was gone. And not even recently.
The pennies had forced Nanu to see things in a way she was never meant to. Her
family, they weren't newly dead, remembered by anyone. They weren't even
decaying in graves. They were dust, nothing more than the endless sands of the
land Nanu had grown up in. They'd become a sort of nothingness.

"Nanu," Becky whispered, tears stinging her

eyes and cold on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I; wish I knew what to say."

"What can you say?" the girl murmured.

"You are not a god, you cannot bring them to life for me. All I can
ever do is go and see them, as they once were, alive and remembering me. But I
will always be thinking that I live many ages of the moon after they are
nothingness. I will never be rid of that realization, Mistress."

"You're right, of course," Becky admitted,

nodding. "It's different for you. Lots of my family members are dead,
but I never met them, I never knew them. You lived with them all."

"Please be honest with me, Mistress," Nanu

said quietly. "How much more counting was there to do? How much bigger
was the pile of coins going to get?"

Becky blushed, feeling stupid for thinking it had been a

good idea. The road to Hell was paved with good intentions. "It was
going to be twice that size, Nanu. We; we got halfway through the counting."

She closed her eyes while Nanu wept quietly again. Someone

walked by, staring at her in confusion as she knelt in front of the shrubs in a
long jacket, but just kept walking. Maybe it was a weird meditation thing. Nanu
finally stopped crying but went silent. Becky did the only thing she could, and
remained silent, waiting to see what happened next. Some minutes passed before
Nanu finally spoke.

"There are twigs and leaves stuck in my cunt."

Despite herself, Becky began to snicker, squeezing her knees

as she tried to stop.

"Mistress," Nanu protested, but she was

also trying to keep from giggling. "It's not funny, it hurts. Why did
you let me do this?"

"I'm sorry, baby," the blonde woman said

finally, wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. "I'll try harder to
keep you from doing crazy things. I promise."

"I am naked, Mistress," Nanu pointed out.

"Did you bring me something to wear?"

"No, honey, I forgot, because I was so worried about

you," admitted Becky. "Why are you stuffed into a shrub,
anyway?"

There was a pause before Nanu answered. "The dog

scared me when it barked at me. Dogs scare me. The Romans use dogs for guards
and for war. Why does Ka-na-da have war dogs?"

"They aren't war dogs, my love," Becky

said, wondering what to do next. "People keep dogs as pets. I used to
have a dog when I was a little girl. I miss him very much."

Nanu considered. "What was his name?"

Becky was almost reluctant to say, since it now sounded

silly. "His name was Frankincense. I; I just called him Frank for
short."

There was another pause. "What does that name even

mean?"

Becky shrugged. "He's named after a substance I

think the Romans called olibanum."

"You named your dog after that shit my Flavian

masters kept burning in their rooms?" Nanu queried, clearly not
impressed.

"Hey, I like that smell, thank you," Becky

replied. "And you be nice about my little Frankie, or you can keep the
leaves and twigs in your cunt, young lady."

"Sorry," Nanu snickered. "I'm sure

your dog with the stupid name was very nice, Mistress."

"Okay, are you ready to come home now?"

asked the blonde, pondering their situation. "I can't leave you here
like this, so; I guess I'll just hide you inside my coat and hope for the best.
I mean, it's only seven blocks back to the house."

There was a pause for some moment before Nanu answered.

"Okay. I'm; I'm sorry, Mistress. I; I got scared."

"I don't blame you, my love," Becky said

gently. "Nobody can understand what you're feeling. Nobody, anywhere,
can understand. Even Mark and I can't truly."

She leaned forward and spoke quietly. "But I promise

you, Nanu. We love you. And we want you to be happy. We wanted to free you from
slavery and show you the wonders that Mark and I experience. But; we are not
very good at planning, because even we don't know what to expect. But please
believe me when I say that we want your happiness."

"I know, Mistress. And I am sorry I said you were

lying and ran away. I just felt terrified. Nothing made sense. It; still
doesn't. All I can do is place my faith in you now."

Becky nodded solemnly. Nanu was right. Becky couldn't even

take her home, because Mark was the one with the time machine, and they
wouldn't see him for the next three months. All this trauma had happened on Day
One. Not a smooth start. She sighed. Maybe the chroniques dealer she'd found
hidden away downtown could find someone to take Nanu back to her own time if
she really wanted to return? She'd talk with Nanu about it in due course. She
owed Nanu an out if she wanted one.

"Okay," she said finally. "I'm

going to move to the bush and open my coat, Nanu. Then you; uh; you get inside,
I guess, and hug me with your arms and legs. Then I'll try to close my coat and
get us home, okay?"

The bush rustled as Nanu nodded, and then she moved forward,

grunting and swearing as she unstuck herself from her deciduous prison. She
almost tumbled into Becky, who was also nude underneath the long garment. She
prayed that it would somehow fit around them both. As Nanu snuggled into her,
Becky knelt up straight, presenting her waist. She fought to keep herself
balanced as Nanu wrapped her arms and legs around her torso, her face squashed
between Becky's ample tits.

Great; Becky thought as she pushed to her feet and

began struggling to close the coat around herself and the Nanu-shaped bundle
now hanging onto her. She wheezed almost comically. If I manage to close the
damn coat, I'm gonna smother Nanu between my tits. She'll suffocate before I
get her the seven blocks home. How on earth did she get this far to begin with?
Naked?

Becky turned slowly and began to waddle out of the parkette.

She pivoted ponderously onto the street and began the slow, awkward trek home.
She could hear Nanu snuffling and trying to breathe inside the stretch-tight
coat. As she waddled, Becky pulled the top of the coat open slightly, hoping to
give Nanu some air. She looked down, seeing Nanu looking back up at her out of
the darkness.

"Thank you, Mistress;” the girl whispered.

Becky could begin to imagine how she looked at the moment;

she probably looked like she was trying to give birth to a horse. Or was
smuggling a primate beneath her coat. Close enough, really. The occasional
person walked by, giving her a curious glance, but then continuing on. This
neighborhood wasn't known for being terribly nosy, as long as you weren't too
dark of skin. Becky hadn't quite figured out how to solve that problem yet.

"Eep! Nanu!" she hissed, shivering as Nanu's mouth

found one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She heard Nanu hum
contentedly, clearly willing to occupy herself this way while Becky got them
home. "What're you doing, you brat?"

Nanu ignored her, and Becky realized she'd been speaking

English, so Nanu was free to not notice anything she said and had a perfectly
viable excuse for doing so. Becky bit her lip as Nanu's wicked tongue swirled
around her nipple before she began sucking again. Worse, one of the little
brat's hands found her cunt and began stoking it. Whether she wanted to or not,
Becky started getting wet and she tried waddling faster.

Becky was going to kill Nanu when they got home. She

was going to fuck her to death!

Another block down.

Becky could feel her face was flushed, and she was sweating

now, and not only from the effort of carrying Nanu around her middle beneath
the damned coat. She bit her lip and groaned as her eyes almost rolled up into her
head. Dammit, one of Nanu's fingers found her way inside Becky's cunt! She
tried closing her legs as she walked, to force the little tramp's finger out,
but she quickly realized she would lose her balance and fall over if she kept
this up. Sighing in frustration, she kept her legs open while she walked, doing
her best to walk faster.

"What're you smuggling under your coat, Fischer?"

guffawed a neighbor as he walked by. "An orangutan?"

"Uh; just groceries I have to protect!" Becky

replied hastily, wrapping her arms under Nanu's ass as if holding the
aforementioned imaginary groceries. She heard Nanu sigh and wiggle her cheeks
on the hands. She kept sucking on Becky's tits and fingering her cunt. Becky's
knees were trembling, and she was fairly certain she was dripping, leaving a
path of sticky droplets on the sidewalk her behind her. Her whole body was
tingling, even as she struggled to walk.

"Uh!" Becky gasped loudly as Nanu bit and tugged

on the nipple, the delicious sting lancing along the blonde's nervous system.
"You little brat," she hissed, pulling the top of the coat
open and scowling down into it. "When we get home, I am spanking your
ass right off, young lady!"

"If you make it that far, Mistress," Nanu

replied, smirking up at her evilly. "If you make it home before you
cum, I will eat a whole package of that bay-kon as punishment."

Becky waddled faster, panting now as she fought for control.

Nanu had two fingers in her now, making scooping motions along her upper wall.
"Uh, that's cheating, you little slut!"

"It is taking us so long to get home, Mistress,"

Nanu teased, slithering her tongue around a nipple. "How far are we
walking? The length of your Ka-na-da?"

Staggering quickly, almost wheezing like she was about to

give birth, Becky moved on relentlessly. She almost couldn't see anything as
pleasure kept flooding through her, promising orgasm was just around the
corner. But Becky knew she didn't have strength to climax and keep moving. If
she came, she would be collapsing to her knees and cumming on the sidewalk. If
she was lucky, she'd remain kneeling. Sweat was streaming from her body. She
was amazed Nanu was still able to hold on at all.

C'mon; c'mon.

She moaned as Nanu got a third slender finger inside her

Mistress, and some woman chose that exact moment to go jogging by, giving Becky
a confused look. Becky ignored her and just soldiered on as best she could. She
could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs. How ridiculous must she
have looked, barefoot, waddling around in a long jacket, smuggling an octopus
while grunting and moaning like she was in a porn movie?

She had barely turned up onto the little walkway leading up

to her house before she tore the coat open and burst into a run, stampeding up
the stairs while Nanu squeaked in alarm. She flung the door open and staggered
inside, panting like she'd just run a marathon and sweating like she'd been
fucked by twenty men in a row.

Nanu was goggling up at her Mistress in shock (and maybe a

little panic). Becky's blue eyes flashed and she grabbed the slave-girl and
shoved her down her sweat-slicked body. Nanu's knees hit the wooden floor and
she barely had time to register what had happened before Becky grabbed her head
and jammed it against her steaming cunt.

Nanu grunted and almost choked as Becky ground her hips with

a dreadful eagerness, desperate to cum. Nanu slid her tongue inside and lashed
her Mistress' cunt frantically. One of Becky's hands scrabbled for and finally
grabbed onto the front door, managing to swing it closed so that they couldn't
be seen from outside anymore. Leaning back against the wall, she bucked her
hips furiously against Nanu's face, both her hands now gripping the Egyptian
girl's black hair. She hissed and panted, her entire body shaking.

Becky clamped her hands over her mouth and shrieked,

juddering as the orgasm rocked her. She was barely cognizant of Nanu below her,
trying not to drown as Becky's cunt flooded over. Becky pumped and ground
greedily, reality spinning around her. She felt herself slumping down the wall
to the floor, her hand on the back of Nanu's head, making sure the girl didn't
try to escape. Becky felt like her eyes had switched sockets. Thank God this
hadn't happened on the street or she would have been arrested, no question.

At last, she opened her eyes and Nanu was kneeling in front

of her, waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. Her face and much of her
upper chest were glistening with Becky's cum. Not surprisingly, she didn't seem
to mind. She stayed quiet until Becky seemed more focused before she finally
spoke.

"I guess I'm going to have the shits for a few days

after the bay-kon, aren't I, Mistress? I lost the wager."

Becky wearily reached up and caressed her beloved Nanu's

hair. "I'm not letting you eat all my bacon, you silly slut. I love
bacon. I'll figure some other way to punish you for losing the wager, like
tonguing my ass or something."

Nanu nodded. "I think I will enjoy losing wagers to

you, Mistress."

Becky laughed tiredly. They weren't even through their first

day yet and she was exhausted. How many millions more things did she have to
teach Nanu before this would was safe for her? And she only had three months to
do it!

Who would've thought that introducing someone to the future

would prove so troublesome?

"So you do want to see how the television works?"

Becky asked, holding up the remote. Nanu looked at her curiously. They were
both naked again, and in all likelihood intended to stay that way, unless they
had to leave the house. Becky imagined that Nanu's ass probably still hurt
somewhat, and anything she could do to relieve the discomfort was likely in
order. Not wearing clothes seemed like a good start.

"Mistress, I don't even know what it does, never

mind how it works," the Egyptian girl pointed out, sitting on the floor,
cross-legged. She gestured at the small black device her mistress held.
"Wassa?"

"This controls the television for me,"

Becky said, sitting down next to her charge and showing Nanu all the tiny
buttons on the device. Granted, Nanu didn't know what buttons were, so she
merely frowned at the remote in mild confusion. "I use it to watch
things on the television. It allows me to select what I watch."

She pointed the remote at the television and pushed the

Power button. The High Definition unit, which was actually longer than Nanu was
tall, winked on, and noise blared from it as images came on the screen.

Nanu squealed at the sound and scrambled behind Becky,

hiding and clutching her mistress' flanks. Becky giggled and lowered the
volume.

"You can come out now, hero," Becky said,

smirking. "I lowered the volume."

Nanu peeked out from behind her mistress, looking at the

screen warily. She stared for some seconds, unable to understand what she was
seeing. Some yellow-haired woman, ridiculously overclothed, was looking at Nanu
and babbling in what she could only assume was En-gush. She had a serious look
on her face as she spoke into what looked like a black cock. It was windy,
apparently, because her hair was blowing around.

Nanu slowly crawled toward the TV, her eyes narrowing. Becky

watched in amusement, still sitting some distance away. Nanu had a great ass,
and she could stare at it endlessly. The younger woman moved close to the
screen, staring in bewilderment. Becky had lowered the volume sufficiently so
that the news reporter wasn't yelling in Nanu's face. Nanu stared, then moved
to the side of the television, looking around and behind it, sitting on its
smoked glass countertop. She crawled around to the other side and looked behind
again. Finally, she turned and looked at Becky in confusion.

"Mistress?" she asked uncertainly. "Why

do you keep the woman in the tiny box? How?"

Becky had half-expected the question, of course, but it was

still funny to hear. Once she was done snickering (Nanu waited patiently, looking
only slightly annoyed), Becky replied. "She is not trapped inside the
television, darling. It is a device that can show me other people. You have
paintings in Rome and back in Egypt, right?"

Nanu nodded.

"And of course, a painting is just an illustration

of someone," Becky explained. She'd had a little bit of time to put
thought into this. "They're not actually in the painting, trapped."

"So;” Nanu ventured, thinking about it. "The

woman inside the box is a painting? Why can it move and talk to me?"

"It's not a painting, it's a representation of her,"

Becky replied, knowing this would get awkward. "A television allows me
to see things that are happening elsewhere."

Nanu's eyes widened in shock.

"The woman you see on the television is here in the

city somewhere. I can see other people as well;”

She changed the channel, and the television now displayed a

Tom and Jerry cartoon. Unfortunately, a split second after the cartoon came up,
Tom screamed loudly, having stabbed himself in the ass with a needle on the end
of a pool cue. Nanu yelped in fright and threw herself into Becky's arms,
shaking. Becky wheezed as she tumbled onto her back, holding onto her young
ward. Nanu was trembling, her face stuffed between Becky's boobs.

"Mistress, the box frightens me," the girl

whispered. "It is too loud."

"We can change how loud it is, Nanu," Becky

said gently, pushing herself up into a sitting position and hugging Nanu, who
was still wrapped around her, refusing to let go. "My world is probably
rather loud compared to the one you know, my love. And the noises will be
things you're not used to. But I promise you that you will adapt. Just like you
did to life in Rome, and just like you will to bacon."

Nanu nodded and then turned her head to look back at the TV.

"Is; is that supposed to be a mouse and a cat?"

Becky nodded. "Someone drew them to look comical and

make people laugh."

"The mouse is trying to kill the cat," Nanu

pointed out. "He struck the cat on the head with the stick so that the cat
screamed and swallowed that rolling ball. The mouse is evil. Are cats not
sacred in your time, Mistress?"

"Cats think they are, but many people just keep them

as pets," Becky laughed. "Turn around and let me show you
more. And I promise you, Nanu, nobody is caught inside the box. I don't quite
know how to explain yet, but I will when I can. The television is meant to
entertain."

She changed the channel again and Nanu watched intently as

Rocky Balboa and Ivan Drago slugging it out on the screen.

"You have gladiators in your society, Mistress?"

she breathed, watching the bulging muscles flex as the two men pummeled one
another.

"We pay some athletes to fight, but we do not have

death sports, like you remember," Becky replied, shrugging as she
hugged Nanu, who was still sitting in her lap. "I mean, maybe some
countries like the Veniti (Russians) do, but they're rather barbaric. We
have Olympics, like you remember, just a lot more events. But this is just a
story being told, this isn't real."

"It looks very real," Nanu said, still

glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other."

"Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?"

Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well,
just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one
another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real."

"How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?"

Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was
getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up.

"Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky

replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that
actually happened, or whether it is a drama."

Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?"

Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel.

Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as
she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another.

"Oh, Nunes! She Just Hurt Cyborg!" crowed

the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying.

"And; they never use weapons?" Nanu asked

in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice.

"No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky

giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If
you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real."

"These women are not very attractive, and punching

each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I
would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?"

Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was

married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue
to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere.

"What else, does the magic box show us?"

Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu

might have been familiar with. "Do you; remember how announcements were
placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?"

Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about

things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read
them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things
from hearsay, people telling other people things."

"Well, there are people who are paid to report

nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know
what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world."

Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What

IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?"

"Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from

Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm.
"To-ron-to."

Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against

my lips, Mistress."

Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut;”

She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Tor-ron-to."

Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could

say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one
way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it
was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet,
darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you
spell your name?"

"Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some,

Mistress, but; I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name."

"Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her

lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the
kitchen;”

She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in

front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some colored
markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large
dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the
marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the
tip.

"Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently

but firmly.

Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth,

sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white color she'd
almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and
pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not
press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface.

NANV

"Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped

her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English;”

NANU

Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost

exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?"

Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things

from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well."

She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu,

followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT.

Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I; I know my

family is gone now but; what does my home look like?"

"Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu

nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but
there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital
of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world."

Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous

and mighty?"

Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's

expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth."

Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand

while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain,
Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but; I don't think the people
there are Egyptians the way you understand them."

Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?"

"No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to

explain. "But; for centuries after your time, there were waves of
people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?"

Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the

great desert, aren't they?"

Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next

great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern
scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of
northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those
children in time, and soon; your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not
as you would think of it."

The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at

nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu.

"My people are gone;” she murmured, looking at

the floor. "We are no more;”

Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in

the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one
of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in
my world of your bloodline, your people."

Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I

must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise
again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme."

Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for

long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat,
shall we?"

This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly

relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic
products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would
not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her
mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and
smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to
retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table
and sat Nanu down before sitting herself.

"Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions,

cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter,"
Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it."

Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter.

"What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like."

Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn

idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You
have eaten almonds?"

The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop

suspiciously.

"This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and

made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon."

Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the

goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively.
She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and
forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a
huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly.

"Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky

laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on
some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you."

She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of

bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter
quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods
on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter
on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested.

"Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you;”

the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a
cunt."

"All in due course, my dear," Becky assured

her. "For now, just eat."

"How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as

she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that
you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed
myself if I cannot work the food makers?"

"I will start teaching you," the blonde

said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it
in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food,
but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some
things that don't require the heat makers."

"I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu

said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want
to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You
said you teach young minds?"

Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of

thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences."

"Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu

asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have
children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?"

Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu,

education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it
turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's
why I'm a teacher, after all."

"I just thought you were smarter than everyone else

and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You
are certainly smarter than M-ark."

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

giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing
my science class."

"Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In

my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they
are failing in their studies."

"No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that

sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet
another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five
days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between
eight and nine hours."

"That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress,

but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do
things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about
your world."

"I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are

a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You
may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be
anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard."

Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a

mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard,
Mistress!"

"Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV

remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table,
leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd
had it licked off her tits or her cunt, after all.

They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub,

where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she
luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath,
making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a
vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class.

"Hmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the

Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even
warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his."

"I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping

up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's tits and down her torso.
She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd
fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had
indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's cunt, and out of it. The brat in her
came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde
could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A
terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and
this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day.

"And you can't take me with you to your work?"

Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's tits.

"It's not a good idea right now, my love,"

the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but
Mark is there, and he can't see you right now."

"I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three

whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him
at your school every day?"

Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand

that Mark and I travel through time, right?"

Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do

it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes."

"Well; imagine if I took you to see your family, but

before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they
haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea
who you were, because you weren't born yet."

Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was

a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress."

"The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know

about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three
months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us,
darling. So; you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad
idea."

Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting

this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I
must just take your word for it; again."

"Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky

giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either."

"Three months without cock, Mistress," the

younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?"

"Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean

we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't
own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can."

"Just not your students," Nanu grunted.

"Who else is there?"

Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but

that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers."

"There must be lots of people in this world to fuck,

Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt,
but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I
wanted when I was a slave."

Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time

travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it
came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and
that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons.
She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger
than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After
all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the time
stream, had she?

In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the innkeeper’s two

daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at
university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men
and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all.

What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own

time?

"Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we

meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know
who yet, but I'll make it happen."

Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub

getting to her. "Hmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock
in my cunt."

"So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding

her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft
body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even
after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for
getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work
and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do.
We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow."

"Where can we get some cock, Mistress?"

Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her.

The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few

moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big
risk?

Of course! Talk about surefire!

She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close.

"Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you.
All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with
me first, okay? I have to teach you some things."

Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes,

Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!"

I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or

sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely
be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before
then."

Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone,

which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface,
which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's
confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was.
Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button?

She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button,

allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shush gesture with
her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and
watched intently.

Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was

uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical,
wondrous voice.

"Hello?"

"Heya, Lady Prof," Becky said cheerfully.

"It's Becky."

What sounded like a gasp of delight emanated from the little

box Becky held, and then the wonderful voice again. "Rebecca
Nightingale Fischer! How are you, my dearest and most talented student?"

"I'm good, thanks," Becky replied, feeling a

delicious tingle at the sound of that voice. "If you and Lord High
Everything were free, I was hoping we might catch up."

"Knowing you, young lady, we might spend some time

'catching up', but that will hardly be the only thing that happens when we meet
you. Blackwell Manor is my official residence now, why don't you drop by?"

Nanu listened in fascination. Her Mistress seemed to be

speaking to a real person, but through the little box she was holding.
Nanu had no idea how it worked, but she hoped Re-be-kah would tell her. She
wanted a magic box of her own now, so she could talk to people.

If she knew any people.

"You finally moved out of Kleinburg and over to the

Bridle Path where you belong, hmm?" Becky mused, smiling and settling back
into the tub for the conversation, looking at the ceiling while she talked.
"I think I've only been over there once, so it'll be great to see it
again. How does Friday sound?"

There was a pause from the other voice. "That sounds

splendid; Michael and I both have the day off, so feel free to arrive as early
as you like. Does that sound acceptable, darling?"

"Love it!" Becky gushed, smiling brightly. "I

was hoping you'd both be available. Is it okay with you if I bring a girl I'm
hosting from overseas? I promised her a good time, and immediately thought of
you."

Nanu listened to the other voice, rapt. Even though they

were obviously speaking Re-be-kah's awful En-gush language, the woman speaking
sounded like a goddess. Nanu could've listened to her all day.

"A wonderful idea, my dear. I will tell Michael I

arranged a play date with you, he will no doubt be as ready as my own self. We
will see you and your friend on Friday morning at your convenience. Do you need
my chauffeuse Glenda to come and pick you up?"

"Oh my goodness, that sounds tempting, but I've still

got my beater car, I'll just drive up in it if you don't mind it profaning your
driveway."

"As I have said to others in the past, worse cars

than yours have profaned that driveway," the voice of a goddess
laughed, even if Nanu had no clue what the voice was saying.

"I can't wait. See you then, prof," Becky said.

"Ta!"

And then the voice was gone. Nanu was strangely

disappointed. Becky looked at her and grinned happily. "Okay, my love,
I have arranged the best time for us, some days for now. It will be worth the
wait, I promise."

"Who was that, Mistress?" Nanu asked.

"And how did you talk to her from that little box?"

"That, Nanu, was one of two teachers who changed my

life," Becky sighed, recalling her university days and how wonderful
they were. "The voice you heard, that woman and her husband, they were
my mentors, they're the ones who convinced me to follow my passion in the
sciences, which is what I teach today. And I promise, you will love them."

Nanu made a wry face. "You want us to fuck teachers?

Teachers are boring, Mistress, and severe."

"These ones aren't, I guarantee," Becky

assured her. "You're going to love fucking them, Nanu. But first;”

Becky made Nanu move and then stood up out of the bath.

"We have things to do tomorrow. We'll need to get you some real
clothes, and we need to get you proper identification."

They would start getting Nanu's life in order soon enough.

Becky's bedroom, not long after the bath.

Nanu trusted Re-be-kah when she said she wouldn't be gone

long, she's only be going to a shop at the corner. She asked Nanu to stay put
in the bedroom, which the Egyptian girl, for the most part, did.

Okay, she might have skidded down the hallway in the

foot covers called 'socks', and she might have tried turning the tiny suns in
the bathroom on and off again a few times, bit mostly, she just looked at her
truly magnificent body in the large mirror Mistress had in her room.

When Becky came upstairs, Nanu was lying on her side,

propped up on one elbow, looking at herself in the mirror and masturbating
eagerly. Her eyes were locked on her reflection, her lithe legs spread wide and
her fingers churning in her wet, squelching cunt. Becky smiled and shook her
head, simply waiting and watching at the door while her house guest got her
rocks off.

Nanu finally pitched down onto her back, shaking and

groaning, arching her hips off the floor while she pushed her little fingers as
deep inside herself as she could. Her teeth clenched before she squealed
wantonly and then flopped on the carpet, breathing heavily and seemingly
boneless. Her deeply tan skin was glistening with perspiration.

Nanu turned her head slowly, looking over at the door

through glazed eyes. She smiled tiredly when she saw her Mistress and nodded.
"I behaved while you were gone."

"Well, if defiling yourself keeps you from

misbehaving, then I'll call that a win," Becky said casually as she
strolled into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding some small
bags made of a substance Nanu did not recognize. "I got you some
clothes at the corner store, I think they'll work for the moment."

Weary as she was from her orgasm, Nanu still managed to

clamber to her feet and walk over to stand in front of Becky, eyeing the bag
curiously, and Becky noticed.

"You're wondering what this is?" she asked,

holding up the shiny grey bag. "It's the plastic again, we use for just
about; well, everything, I guess."

She took the contents of the bag out and handed it to Nanu,

who examined it curiously, crinkling it in her hands and even stretching it.

Then she put a bit of it in her mouth, as if tasting it.

"I know it's different, honey, but don't eat

plastic, it'll kill you," Becky said gently, taking the bag from Nanu
finally. "I'll teach you more about plastic later. Look here;”

She had indeed found some clothing in Nanu's size (she

hoped), and she now displayed them for the Egyptian girl. Since it was still
early Spring out, and mostly cool, she went with clothes that covered rather
more than Nanu would have liked, but it would beat listening to the girl
complain about being cold.

"So I got you some sweats and some underwear, along

with socks, shoes, and some tee shirts," Becky began, holding the
clothes up for inspection. "I know they're a little drab, but they're
just for wearing outside until we get you some new clothes. It's not like you
have to wear them around here."

Nanu made a wry face. Most of the clothing, the so-called

'sweats', were drab grey and decidedly unattractive. "It's ugly. Can't
I just wear the burning cock shirt outside?"

Becky snickered. "Not by itself, no, darling. You'll

get too cold. It's only early Spring here in Toronto. I just need you to wear
this crap to stay warm while I take you downtown to get you clothes you'll
like."

If it weren't for her tits and her ass, I could shop for

her at fucking Baby Gap; Becky thought to herself. "I've also
called the school I work at to tell them I won't be in tomorrow, something came
up. Another teacher will substitute for me."

"It is nice of the other teacher to do that for you,

Mistress," Nanu said, looking at the panties Becky had brought home.
Underthings in her own time were rather sad affairs made of linen and not at
all attractive, they were mostly just meant to keep a man's cock in place or
deal with the smell of a woman who didn't know how to clean herself. These
underthings Re-be-kah had brought back were bright colors and made of a
stretchy material. They were also small, which pleased Nanu.

"People could almost see my cunt if I wore these,

Mistress," she remarked, holding one up to the sunlight coming in
through the window. "I like them."

Becky giggled. "Trust me, I have much smaller pairs

of panties than that, Nanu. Let me show you;”

She stood and put her thumbs into the edges of her black

yoga pants, pulling and shimmying them down. Nanu's eyes widened as her
Mistress stood up again, revealing what she'd been wearing beneath the yoga
pants; the black thong was tiny and lacy, barely covering her cunt. Becky
turned around slowly, letting Nanu see the thin string that composed the behind
and disappeared between her lovely ass cheeks.

"These are the kind of panties that sexy girls wear

in my time, Nanu," Becky said, looking over her shoulder and winking
as she wiggled her ass at the Egyptian girl. Nanu reached out, almost in a
trance, her tiny hand caressing the smooth cheek and also feeling the fabric.

"So why did you get me the ugly big ones, Mistress?"

she asked, her voice almost a whine. "Boys could really see my cunt if
I wore this type of thing."

Becky giggled as she turned around, letting Nanu see the

front again, little more than a lacy black triangle that hid her goodies, and
only barely. "The store I got your clothes at doesn't carry underwear
like this, baby, but I'll take you to a store that does, I promise."

"Good," Nanu said, nodding. "I want

to impress the boys when I show them my underwear."

Becky couldn't help but picture Nanu hanging upside down

from a jungle gym in a playground, her skirt flopping and showing off her thong
to absolutely everyone in the vicinity. Not a single head would remain
unturned, that was certain. At least until the police were called. "Let
me show you some of the other styles of panties I have, and you can decide what
you like;”

Becky wiggled over to the dresser in the corner of her

bedroom, still wearing only her panties and her tight tee shirt. She gazed at
the dresser, thinking of the first time Mark had snuck into her house and
fucked her in here. It seemed so long ago somehow, even though it had
technically only been a few weeks at best. Time travel made calendars; hazy.
Becky was already several weeks older than she should been, technically. Her
birthday was no longer accurate. It was weird.

Pushing these thoughts aside, she rummaged around in a

drawer and then nodded when she found what she was looking for. She had dozens
of pairs of panties (it might have been a small fetish), but she also
had a fairly good idea what Nanu would approve of; the skimpier, the better.

To be continued in part 13. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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