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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
neighborhoo

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