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The Time Riders: Part 13

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The Time Riders: Part 13
Ancient Roman Appreciation For Led Zeppelin.

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Becky brought several pairs back to the bed and laid them

out for Nanu to look at. "This is just a small sample of my collection,
but you'll get the idea and what's available."

Nanu peered at them before looking up at Becky. "Your

collection? Do you take them from other girls after you beat them up? Like a
prize or a trophy?"

Becky paused but then snickered. Count on Nanu to think in

terms of panties as gory battle trophies. "No, sweetie, I just meant
that I like panties and buying them in different styles and colors. That way,
when I fuck a boy, I know exactly what to wear for him to arouse him."

"Ah, I see," Nanu said, instantly understanding

now. She picked up the various types, examining them. There were French cuts,
boy cuts, hipster, tanga, bikini, g-string; not surprisingly, it was the last
type that held her attention the longest. "Are these panties always
necessary, Mistress? Can't a girl just walk around without them?"

"You could," Becky allowed, nodding. "Usually

when I am wearing a skirt, but there's lots of times I don't wear panties."

"Do you wear them when you are teaching?"

Nanu asked, looking at her mistress.

"I; usually, yes," Becky replied, blushing.

"It's a good idea to wear them when you're working."

"Because students could look up your skirt and see

your cunt and then they wouldn't be paying attention to what you were trying to
teach them, yes?" Nanu concluded.

"That's one way of thinking about it,"

Becky sighed. The girl wasn't wrong, but Becky didn't want to give her a civics
lesson right now either. "Here's a good rule, my love; wear underwear
when you're doing something important that has nothing to do with sex, okay?"

Nanu frowned. "What could be more important than

fucking?"

Becky just sighed and stripped off her tee and her panties,

now as naked as her charge. She sat down on the bed and pulled Nanu into her
lap. Nanu readily straddled Becky, their tits squashed together and her hands
around her mistress' shoulders. Becky smiled, her hands resting on Nanu's hips.

"Tonight, we'll eat and have all sorts of fun, and

I'll show you how some things work," Becky said. "Tomorrow, we
go shopping for clothes and some other things."

Nanu nodded, her hazel eyes shining brightly. She was

looking forward to learning everything.

Dinnertime.

Becky came up the stairs, peering into her bedroom and

noticing that Nanu wasn't there. She looked in the bathroom, thinking the little
scamp might be fucking around with the lights again, but she wasn't there,
either. She then noticed that the door to the spare room was open.

She went inside and found Nanu kneeling at the window, her

chin resting on her hands as she gazed outside, watching the street. She seemed
fascinated, and the more Becky thought about it, the more she realized this
made complete sense. Of course, Nanu could actually see all that much, because
of the trees that lined the street, but what was happening just below had her
rapt attention.

"Like what you see?" she asked, coming up

behind Nanu and stroking her fingers through the girl's long black hair.

"I don't have the words, mistress," Nanu

sighed, still watching. "Everyone is so tall. And the metal monsters
are everywhere, but they stay on the black road."

Becky giggled. "They are driven by people, Nanu,

just like chariots were in your day. The people are inside them, that's all.
And yes, they can be dangerous if the people driving them are not careful, or
if people on foot walk in front of them;”

Nanu blushed slightly at that.

"But don't worry, I'll teach you how to be safe,"

Becky promised. "I have one of those metal things myself, you know."

Nanu turned and looked at her with wide eyes. "You

own a monster?"

Becky smirked. "Yes, most adults do, darling. They

are not monsters, they are just machines. They get us from one place to another."

Nanu seemed hesitant. "What; what are the machines

called in your En-gush?"

Becky smiled. "Well, we commonly call them 'cars', but

the actual word is 'automobile', I believe."

"It would scare me to be in one," the

smaller girl said. "You're sure it will not eat me?"

Becky laughed. "I've been driving my monster for

almost ten years now, darling, and it hasn't eaten me. I promise, we'll take it
slow. However, I came up to tell you that it's time to make dinner, and I
wanted to know if you'd care to watch."

Nanu nodded and let Becky take her by the hand and lead her

back downstairs. "I was thinking I would let you decide what we eat, darling.
I'll put out some things, and you can choose a couple that I'll make a meal
from."

Nanu nodded and Becky put an apron on over her nude body,

just in case she ended up cooking more bacon. The smaller girl watched as she pulled
various things out of the fridge, some of which were obviously fruits and
vegetables, others being meats in various forms.

"Wassa?" she asked, pointing at something that

looked like thin, round slices of a vaguely pinkish-brown color.

"What, that?" Becky said somewhat distractedly,

looking at what Nanu was pointing to for a quick second before returning her
attention to the fridge. She remembered to revert to Latin. "That's
just bologna, it's nothing to worry about."

"Ba-lo;” Nanu repeated, picking up some slices and

popping them in her mouth when Becky wasn't looking.

"Let's see here," Becky mumbled, bent over and

inside the fridge, which was very nice, but way too big for her personal needs.
"I've clearly gotta go shopping soon. Here's some salad mix, and then we
have some’

"Umm!"

The unexpected (and rather disconcerting) sound compelled

Becky to rear back out of the fridge and whirl around, wondering what wild
animal had somehow made its way into her home. She paused when she saw Nanu
standing there, her eyes wide in shock and her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's
while she tried to masticate on all the bologna she had stuffed in her mouth.

Her lips couldn't even quite shut.

"Nanu," Becky said in quiet disbelief, blinking

and shaking her head for a moment, and forgetting to speak in Latin. "Did
you just snarf all my bologna?"

"Ba; lo;” Nanu mumbled, trying to force it down her

gullet. She looked like an ostrich trying to swallow a doorknob.

Becky just watched as Nanu performed some peristaltic

wizardry with her throat until, against all odds, the bologna was gone from her
mouth. The Egyptian girl was touching her lips with her fingers and then
looking at her fingers in wonder. She even licked them at one point before
looking up at Becky, her eyes flooded with wonder.

"Mistress," she said quietly. "I

want more ba-lo."

"Wait, what?" Becky blurted, shaking her

head again, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Did you
just say you want more bologna?"

"Yes," Nanu replied earnestly, nodding.

"It is the best thing I have ever eaten. I never want to eat anything
else ever again."

"Nanu, you can't just eat bologna for the rest of

your life," Becky pointed out.

"But, mistress, I will die if I don't have more!"

Nanu whined rather dramatically. "I don't want to die!"

"Dying is exactly what you'll do if you try to eat

nothing but ba-lo," Becky pressed, failing to notice she was now using
Nanu's word for the damnable stuff. "It's full of nitrates and all
those things that gave you the raging shits this morning. Remember that?"

"But it's the best thing I've ever eaten, mistress,"

Nanu continued to whine. "People who don't love ba-lo are stupid!"

"Nanu, it's full of those nitrates and

preservatives, crazy amounts of the stuff," Becky iterated firmly.
"You'll shit yourself to death, woman."

The Egyptian girl looked positively heartbroken.

"I'm not saying you can never have ba-lo, all I'm

saying is that you can't eat just ba-lo or you will die on my toilet, and I am
not explaining that to the vigiles."

Nanu sighed loudly and looked put out. "Fine."

"As your body adapts, you'll be able to eat more and

more things," the blonde woman assured her. "But it will take
time, and you will never be able to survive on ba-lo alone. It's not very good
for you, even if it tastes good."

"Then why does your society have it at all?"

Nanu asked, frowning.

"We like things that are bad for us too, sometimes,"

Becky said, feeling the need to defend her era from this sort of punitive
accusation. Frankly, she'd never seen herself having to answer for her world to
people from bygone ages who were observing how they did things in modern times.
"Indulgences, I guess."

"Will we be eating anything nearly as good as ba-lo

for dinner?" Nanu asked, looking to change the subject now that she
had been thwarted from true happiness.

"Just you watch," Becky said, accepting the

challenge.

To Nanu's surprise, they ended up eating vegetables and

cooked fish, things she was familiar with, and they tasted good. To her
delight, she was even allowed to have dessert, a bowl of something her mistress
called 'ice cream'. It was cold, sweet, and delicious. It was three
different colors, and they all tasted great. She was positively giddy by the
time she'd finished her bowl. Becky suspected that Nanu was also on an
incredible sugar high.

"So what do you want to do before bed, my love?"

Becky asked as she did the dishes. "I know it's been a long day."

Nanu thought about that. "Well, we need to bathe again,

and to fuck, but before then, Mistress, can you show me more of your world
using the magic boxes?"

"Of course we can," Becky said cheerfully.

"And it's not only my world anymore, Nanu, it's your world too now.
It's our world."

Nanu thought about that for some time and then nodded.

"Please show me my new world, Mistress. There must be so much to see."

Some minutes later, they were in Becky's little office,

surrounded by her file cabinets and sitting at her desk where she kept her
computer. Nanu watched in fascination as Re-be-kah used a small device in her
hand to control the glowing black box sitting on the short table.

"Would you like to see Egypt, sweetheart?"

Becky asked.

Nanu nodded eagerly. Even if her land had been taken over by

the sandy-assed Arab nomads, she still wanted to see her homeland.

Becky called up some pictures that she thought Nanu might

recognize. She Googled pictures of the Sphynx, the pyramids of Giza, the Nile
river.

"What are all the endless ugly buildings, Mistress?"

Nanu asked, frowning.

"Those are homes, mostly," Becky said,

realizing she might have opened a can of worms. "Egypt is a very
populous country these days."

"Is it mighty?" the younger girl

predictably asked.

"Well; no," Becky admitted. "At

least, not compared to the great countries of the world."

"Stupid Arabs," Nanu muttered, folding her

arms and scowling. "At least they didn't fuck up the great monuments of
our gods and kings. What about you, Mistress? What of your ancestors?"

Becky considered. "My ancestors are from Britain,

mostly. Do you remember who the Britons were? We talked about them earlier, the
musicians."

Nanu nodded. "Savages. Their stinky warriors were

captured in war by the Romans and paraded through the streets of Rome. They
were tall, wild-eyed, and they stank. They painted themselves blue. You don't
win wars by painting yourself blue. Your ancestors were stupid, Mistress."

Becky started calling up pictures of England, intent on

showing Nanu the beautiful countryside. She excitedly clicked on a picture of
Stonehenge.

"This is a religious site my ancestors erected,"

she explained, making sure the picture filled the frame of the screen. "It
was made about the same time as your Sphynx and your pyramids, around
four-thousand and five-hundred years ago."

Nanu looked at the stone monument and frowned. "That's

it? My ancestors gifted the Horemakhet and the meri to the world and your
ancestors stacked rocks in a circle? No wonder the Romans conquered them,
Mistress. Your ancestors were small and weak!"

"They're very big rocks," Becky mumbled,

blushing and feeling silly now that Nanu had given her some perspective. Nanu's
people were the rulers of a great and sophisticated empire at the same time
that Becky's were smearing themselves with woad and probably stuffing berries
up their noses. "More like giant slabs, really. What else do you want
to see?"

Nanu thought about it. "Can the magic box show us

people fucking?"

Becky should have seen that coming. "I; yes, it

could, but I try to not use my computer for that," she lied. She'd
recently come to enjoy watching student and teacher-themed porn, after all.
"I try to use it for my schooling and for research."

"Why would you use it for boring stuff like that

when you could use it to watch people fuck?" Nanu asked, confused.
Sometimes her Mistress didn't make sense.

"I know," Becky said, brightening up. "You

like to dance, right? Why don't I play music for you and we can dance to it?
You can hear music from this time now."

Nanu nodded eagerly again. Becky thought about what to play,

trying to make an emotional connection with Nanu.

Well, she says she likes the flaming cock-sack shirt.

Seconds later, YouTube was open and an electric guitar began

playing. The drums and the bass thumping in made Nanu jump for a second, but then
she began listening. Becky was nodding her head and beginning to dance, which
Nanu began to do as well, imitating her Mistress. Soon enough, the iconic voice
began singing.

"Let me take you to the movie

Can I take you to the show?

Let me be yours ever truly

Can I make your garden grow?"

Nanu began to jump and prance around with the music once

she'd found the rhythm, instinctively moving her body and enjoying what Jimmy
Page was making her do with it. Still naked, she danced for sheer enjoyment, but
also showing off for Becky. The voice continued on now.

"From the houses of the holy

We can watch the white doves go

From the door comes Satan's daughter

And it only goes to show

You know!"

The two girls laughed and danced together, Nanu enthralled

by the sounds of the music and also the singing. She'd never heard anything
like it before and knew she'd never get enough of it. They finally collapsed on
the floor together, back to back, still laughing. Nanu's hand found Becky's and
squeezed it.

"Mistress, that music is wonderful," Nanu

breathed, still exhilarated. "It was so happy and lively! Please, who
sang it?"

"It's the group that uses the flaming cock symbol on

the shirt you like," Becky said. "Their name is Led Zeppelin.
Try and say it with me. Led;”

"Let;”

"Zep-elin."

"Thzhep-li;”

"Buzz your teeth, like a bee, Nanu," Becky

instructed. "Zzz;”

"Zzz;”

"Zep."

"Zep."

"Zeppelin."

"Zepli."

"Very close, I'm so proud of you!" Becky

gushed, turning and hugging Nanu now. "And there's so much more music
for you to listen to and dance to!"

"May I listen to more, Mistress?" Nanu

asked, her eyes bright. "What else is there?"

Becky played more music, watching Nanu figure out how to

dance to it all. In short order, Nanu could dance and shimmy like Elvis, go-go
dance, do the Hustle, and twerk.

"These dances are so much fun, Mistress!"

Nanu gushed, shaking her ass in Becky's face. The blonde woman laughed and
smacked one of her lover's ass cheeks, making Nanu squeak, but keep dancing.

"Just wait until I teach you the Charleston, then,"

Becky said, not at all surprised that Nanu learned the moves so quickly. She
was an accomplished little dancer, after all. "Looks like you've built
up a sweat, babe, you ready for another bath or a shower?"

"Can you teach me how to control the water,

Mistress?" Nanu asked hopefully. "I promise to be careful."

"Okay, as long as you remember that it costs money

to run the water," Becky said, holding up a finger. "And I
don't want you flooding the place, either."

Nanu nodded her assent and Becky led the way back to the

bathroom. She showed Nanu how to work the sink first, explaining that it was
just a smaller version of the bathtub, so easier to manage. Once Nanu
understood how to regulate the hot and cold water, Becky allowed her to try and
use the shower function in the tub. Nanu found the temperature she liked and
then pulled on the knob that controlled the showerhead, squealing in delight
when the water jetted out.

"This is so much fun!" she exclaimed,

bouncing and clapping.

"You're forgetting the most fun part of a shower,"

Becky purred as they stepped in. The two women sank to their knees and
immediately began making out under the deluge. Before things got too hot and
heavy, Becky broke off the kiss, making Nanu whine as she stood up. She pulled
the showerhead out of its holder.

"Get ready, Nanu," she whispered as she

held the showerhead pointing down, a sly smile on her face as she switched the
water from the spray setting to the jets. "Remember this? You're about
to scream your head right off;”

Nanu was still looking at her Mistress' face, bracing

herself, but her eyes snapped open suddenly and she get out a strangled cry as
Becky turned the showerhead over, placing it right under Nanu's cunt and letting
the water batter her nether lips and clit unannounced.

Nanu shuddered violently, Becky's arm wrapping around her

small body to hold her in place. The Egyptian girl's eyes rolled up into her
head and she came in mere seconds, wailing like she was possessed, and her body
going through a warp-spasm of ecstasy.

She sagged in Becky's arm, her body now limp but trembling.

Becky smiled and simply held the girl until she stirred and came to. Nanu
looked up at her through heavily lidded eyes.

"You broke my cunt, Mistress;” she managed to

say in a tiny voice.

Becky giggled and rested her against the back of the tub,

before smiling wickedly. "Want to see me use it on myself and watch me
cum? I'm an old hand at this."

Nanu nodded tiredly, but watched intently. Becky began

teasing herself with the showerhead, moving it around her cunt and inner
thighs, never keeping it in one place for long, and keeping the spray light.
She made sighing and cooing noises, shivering deliciously. Nanu seemed to have
recovered and was watching in fascination, her own legs spread while she gently
massaged her cuntlips.

Becky moaned and pinched at her nipples while she played the

water directly over her snatch, squirming and gyrating as the spray pleasured
her. Nanu watched her Mistress' skin turn rather pink, Re-be-kah's breaths
starting to shorten and come in gasps. Her tiny hand played with her cunt
faster, her earlier fatigue seemingly forgotten.

Becky moved the little key below the spouts to the other

size of the nozzle, the gentle rain effect once again becoming three
concentrated jets that battered her cunt and clit from right below, like she
had done to Nanu. Her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered, holding on
for as long as she could before surrendering to the orgasm. She normally had
more control than this, but maybe the thrill of masturbating in front of Nanu
had made her more excited and sensitive than normal.

No matter what the reason, the climax was one of the hardest

Becky had ever given herself, and better than what some lovers had given her.
She screeched through clenched teeth, almost doubling over as her cunt turned
itself inside out from the intense waves of ecstasy that tore at her. A full
thirty seconds passed before she tumbled backwards, lying on her back in the
tub and staring at the ceiling, gulping air like a fish out of water.

Nanu got on her hands and knees and crept forward, removing

the showerhead from Becky's hand and looking at her Mistress' body. Her cunt
was still twitching from the orgasm. That had been great fun to watch.

"Mistress, you're pissing yourself," she

remarked, even if she didn't blame Becky. She'd done it, after all.

"Yeah, that; happens to me sometimes;” Becky

said breathlessly, still staring up at nothing.

"It happens to me too," Nanu said

affectionately, crawling over her Mistress and then settling down to snuggle
into her, their pussies kissing gently.

Becky shivered before making a quizzical face. "Nanu,

are you pissing on my cunt?"

"Maybe a little," the raven-haired girl

sighed, still snuggling. "I wanted to share the moment with you."

"That's fair," Becky allowed, too tired to

actually care. They were in a shower after all, so they could get clean. "Did
you enjoy that?"

"Hmm, yes," Nanu purred, nodding a little,

her head resting on Becky's large boobs. "It will be one of my new
favorite things to do while you are gone."

"Just remember the rules," Becky iterated

before sitting up wearily and dislodging Nanu from her cleavage. "We
should get a good night's sleep, my love. Tomorrow is a big day in setting up
the rest of your new life."

"Can we fuck again?" Nanu asked somewhat

predictably.

"Tell you what," Becky giggled, turning off

the water and leading Nanu out of the shower. "If I fall asleep, you
can just do what you want with me until you cum, but then you have to sleep.
We'll have a good fuck in the morning and shower again to get ready. Deal?"

"Yes, Mistress."

An hour later.

They were lying wrapped up in one another, and Becky hoped

that she'd tired Nanu out to the place that the insatiable little brat would go
to sleep. Becky must have made her cum at least eight times, and hopefully all
the ba-lo would not wake her up in the middle of the night.

"Thank you, Mistress," Nanu said dreamily,

holding herself against Becky. It was the most comforting and secure thing she
had ever felt or could imagine, even more than hugging her beloved sister,
Kiya. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Nanu," Becky whispered

back, caressing Nanu's damp, dark hair lovingly.

"You'll always keep me safe, right?" the

tiny girl asked. "You and M-ark."

Becky nodded. "In saecula saeculorum."

The two women kissed lovingly before drifting off into a

deep sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Monday morning.

After waking up with vigorous girl-fucking and licking one

another's pussies, followed by a shower, they were now eating breakfast. Becky
decided to wait until after they'd finished the meal before getting dressed,
just in case Nanu proved sloppy in the morning.

"I love this dish, Mistress," Nanu said as

she powered her way through the bowl in front of her. It was full of sweet
berries and a type of crunchy cereal she didn't know, all mixed into a goopy
white paste that looked like thick cum. In her own time, it was called 'oxygala'.

"Do you remember what I told you it's called?"

Becky asked, pausing in eating.

Nanu closed her eyes for a minute. "Par-fay."

"That's right," Becky said, nodding and

very pleased. "The white stuff is called yogurt. If you put berries and
other things in it, it's called a parfait. They're fun and even good for you."

"Can ba-lo go in the parfait?" Nanu asked

hopefully.

"No, Nanu," Becky snickered. "Even

you couldn't possibly like that horror, and I'd probably get put in jail for
creating it."

"Your big free society doesn't sound very free to

me," Nanu mumbled under her breath as she shoveled more parfait in her
mouth.

Back upstairs they went, after Nanu got a lesson in how to

wash the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, even if she wasn't allowed to
operate it yet. They cleaned up at the bathroom sink, Nanu being told that they
were not having another shower, and went into the bedroom to get
dressed.

Becky tried to teach Nanu about coordinating her clothes so

that she didn't look like a complete lunatic, and was mostly successful. Nanu
couldn't decide which socks she liked best and asked to wear one of each. If
Becky could keep the madness down to that level, she'd call it a win.

Nanu might not have been terribly impressed with the color

or shape of the track suit she was now wearing, but she had to admit that it
kept her warm. Becky had fitted her into a plain white tee shirt beneath, and
some underwear. Last on were the shoes, and these were proving difficult for
Nanu.

"They are squeezing my feet, Mistress," the

girl said, frowning down at the offending footwear.

Becky knelt and adjusted the Velcro straps after loosening

the shoes a little. She wasn't about to get into the drama of shoelaces with
Nanu, that was for damned sure. "They might be uncomfortable for a bit,
sweetie, but new shoes are like that for everyone. Once you walk in them for a
little bit, they'll feel just fine, I promise."

She stepped aside and gestured to the hallway. "Go

ahead and walk, Nanu."

It was strange, because Nanu seemed suddenly unsure of how

to walk. As she put her feet forward, she was almost wobbly. It occurred to
Becky that Nanu wasn't used to not being able to feel the floor or the ground
beneath her, but with over an inch of rubber in the way, she was having trouble
trusting her balance.

Holding her arms out to the sides as if she were walking a

tightrope, Nanu wobbled down the hallway and back, a little more sure of
herself on the return. Becky smiled and hugged her when she got back to the
bedroom. "You'll be running in no time."

They headed downstairs (slowly), and Becky made sure

everything was turned off. She slipped on a light windbreaker and then opened
the front door. Nanu waited on the porch while Becky locked the door behind
them.

"You need to lock your door, Mistress?" the

Egyptian girl asked, rather puzzled. "Are there still criminals in your
time?"

"My era isn't perfect, Nanu," Becky

admitted, feeling strangely silly for coming from a time where criminals still
existed. "It still has problems, but you'll learn about them in due
course. Some of the problems will be ones you're familiar with, others will be
new to you. I'll teach you."

"Good enough," Nanu said with a nod as they

headed down the steps. "Now where are we going?"

"We need to go downtown," Becky replied,

thinking that issue through. Not only had she promised to buy new clothes for
Nanu, but the chroniques merchant she'd been dealing with was located squarely
downtown. There was no way in Hell anyone from her own era could forge the sort
of documentation that Nanu would need to rely on to be safe, so someone from
the time-travelling community was Becky's only hope.

In a city of six million people, there had to be more than

one temporal merchant, but damned if Becky knew where (or how) to find them
yet. So this one guy was her go-to.

She also pondered how to get downtown. Nanu was already

afraid of cars, so maybe taking her old junker wasn't the best idea. A taxi?
Still a car.

The subway station that went directly downtown wasn't far

away, and while Nanu wouldn't have any clue what a train was, maybe seeing
other people on it with her would calm her down. That, and the walk to the
subway station would help break in her shoes.

"We're taking a little walk to a place that has a

special chariot that will bring us where we need to go," she said,
beginning to walk down the street, holding Nanu's hand. She got the feeling the
other girl was only partially paying attention, since she was once again
looking around and Uhking at the sights of Becky's street. "It's not
far."

Becky's street was a nice one, lined with endless trees, and

the houses had gardens. The noise of downtown and the city in general was
remote. If it bothered Nanu, it wasn't showing yet, because she was still in awe
of her surroundings. People walked by them, smiling and waving. Becky greeted
them and Nanu smiled and waved back as well. She even figured out how to say 'Hello!'
from listening to Re-be-kah and the strangers.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, with minimal

complaints from Nanu about her shoes, they finally arrived at the entrance to
the subway station. Set on the edge of the residential area, it was simply some
stairs down into the station below. Nanu paused at the top of the stairs,
looking confused and wary. It occurred to Becky that it was entirely possible
that Nanu had never been underground before.

"I promise it is safe, darling," she said

in a soothing tone, squeezing Nanu's hand. "The chariot we are going to
use runs underground from one place to another, so that it is not noisy up
here. I use it all the time."

Nanu swallowed. "Okay. I trust you, Mistress."

Side by side, they walked down into the subway station, Nanu

wrinkling her nose as the gusts of stale air hit her. There were people coming
and going, wearing different types of clothing, and Nanu was fascinated. She
watched her Mistress pay the fare to enter, then nearly got knocked on the back
of her head when she paused halfway through the turnstile. Becky took her hand
again and led her down some more stairs.

Nanu was frowning, because the noises were getting louder

and beginning to echo.

Then they were on a platform, one that held people before

dropping off down into some dark path that entered tunnels on either side of
this long room they were in. Nanu held herself close to Becky, getting nervous.
The noises made no sense to her, and it wasn't as if Rome had been quiet.

Becky looked down at her now. "Here comes our

chariot, Nanu. Don't be frightened."

Nanu clutched Becky harder as she felt wind pressing against

her, and heard a noise that grew louder until it was an almost deafening roar.
She saw strange lights in one side of the tunnel, growing closer. Finally, a
giant metal; thing; rolled toward them swiftly, making all the noise. Nanu let
go of Becky and clapped her hands over her ears, her eyes squeezed shut. She
willed herself to not scream.

And then it was quieter. There was still noise, but not

nearly as loud. Nanu opened her eyes and saw the long, metal contraption in
front of them, with strange doors that opened to the sides, by themselves.
People walked out of the interior of the beast, seemingly unscathed.

Becky looked down at her and smiled. "This is us,

let's go."

Trusting her Mistress, Nanu took Becky's hand again and

allowed herself to be led into the thing called a 'subway train'. She looked
around, wide-eyed as they found some seats and sat down. There were miniature
suns everywhere overhead. An endless line of seats on either side of the narrow
metal tube stretched far in each direction. People were sitting or standing,
seemingly unconcerned and paying no attention.

Nanu started as some awful sound chimed, and then the magic

doors slid closed again, locking them inside this foul beast. There was a lurch
and then it began moving forward, slowly picking up speed. Nanu looked at Becky
in panic.

"We're fine," Becky said, squeezing her

hand again. "It's taking us where we want to go."

"How does it know?" Nanu asked, forgetting

her fear for a moment. She hadn't seen Re-be-kah tell the monster anything. Did
it speak En-gush?

She continued watching all around in fascination as the

beast charged down a long, dark tunnel, eventually entering another place, different
from the one they had started out. A loud woman's voice blared through the
tube, no doubt in En-gush. It was a loud and unpleasant voice to Nanu, but she
hadn't expected the beast to sound like that. She'd expected a
horrifying roar.

The process repeated several times, with Becky and Nanu

ending up in a different place each time. People got on and off, but nobody got
eaten. Maybe the beast didn't eat people?

The unpleasant woman's voice blared over head, and Nanu

scowled at the ceiling, wishing the beast would just shut the fuck up.

"Here we go, darling," Becky said, standing

up. "This is our stop."

They waited until the beast stopped and the magic doors

opened for them. People standing on the platform respectfully waited for those
within to escape before entering. Becky walked with Nanu along the increasingly
crowded platform until they reached some strange stairs. She helped Nanu get
onto them and the smaller girl's eyes widened in shock.

The metal stairs were moving! They were taking her up! What

sorcery was this?

Becky made sure Nanu didn't trip at the top of the

escalator, and also didn't make a nuisance of herself by turning and gaping at
the magic stairs while people were trying to get off it. She pulled her along
through the growing crowds. At least those didn't bother Nanu. Rome had
apparently had a population of around a million when Nanu had lived there.
Throngs of people were nothing new to the former slave-girl.

"So now we just go up that flight of stairs over

there, and we'll be downtown, in the middle of the city," Becky said,
pleased with how well Nanu had handled the subway. "Soon enough, we'll
have everything you need."

At least the hard part was over.

Becky had been wrong.

Becky had brought Nanu up the stairs and out onto the

street, and Nanu had immediately collapsed to her knees, holding herself and
shaking in fright as she stared at the ground, refusing to look up. People
parted around them while Becky tried to figure out what was wrong. Nanu was
almost pale, her eyes wide, and wet with tears.

And then she understood. Nanu was absolutely terrified

because of the skyscrapers surrounding them. Nothing like these could possibly
have existed in her imagination. Some buildings in Rome might have seen tall to
her, like the Colosseum, or maybe some of the other edifices, but nothing like
this, where a structure soared hundreds of meters into the sky.

And they were everywhere, surrounding them. There were so

many that the sun wasn't even touching them.

"Nanu," Becky said, kneeling down and stroking

the younger girl's back. "I'm sorry, I didn't think to tell you about
how tall buildings could get. I promise, you're fine."

"Is she okay?" someone asked as they paused to see

what was happening. "Do you need help?"

"We're fine, thank you, though," Becky said,

giving the person an assuring smile. "She's from a remote region in Africa
and she's never seen skyscrapers before, she just got spooked."

The person shrugged and wandered off.

"Nanu, honey," Becky said gently, still

holding her. "I know you're frightened and that you feel like you can't
move, but we can't stay right here, blocking everyone. We're going to stand up
and walk just out of the way, and then you can talk all the time you need,
okay?"

Nanu somehow nodded and Becky held her close as she helped

her stand and then shuffled her out of the way of the churning crowds of the
business district, standing in a clear space beneath an overhang. Nanu didn't
seem to notice they were beneath one of the skyscrapers, because she was still
looking at the concrete beneath her.

"They'll fall," she whispered. "They'll

fall on us and crush us."

Becky smiled. "I promise you, my love, they won't

fall on us. I have been in these buildings many, many times, since I was a
little girl. They don't fall, they were erected by master builders. In my day
and age, we were just able to build taller things than people in your day were.
Just as you built taller things than your ancestors, right?"

Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her teeth. Becky

realized that all the honking of horns, the screech of hydraulic brakes, and
various other sounds of modern technology were getting to Nanu. She'd never
heard anything remotely like them, of course.

"Nanu," Becky cooed, taking the lovely

Egyptian girl's face in her hands and smiling at her. "Remember how I
said that Rome stunk like shit and I'd never get used to it?"

Nanu nodded slowly. Her eyes were still wide and haunted.

"And do you remember laughing and telling me that I

would get used to it if I made up my mind about it?"

Another nod.

"Sometimes my world is loud, Nanu," she

continued. "In ways you cannot anticipate. Far, far louder than you can
imagine. And lots of things will seem impossibly big to you. But if I can get
used to the stink of Rome, I promise you that you can stop being afraid of all
this stuff in my world, okay?"

At that very moment, of course, a huge cement truck blared

its horn, and Nanu shrieked in fright and threw herself against Becky, shaking
like a leaf. Becky held her close, whispering to her and reassuring her. Nanu
had never heard anything remotely that loud, even in this time.

This was going to be a slow process, clearly. Nanu just had

to trust Becky, and Becky had to be infinitely patient.

"Mistress," Nanu said in a tiny voice, her

face still pressed into Becky's shoulder. "We might need to find one of
your washrooms, I think I pissed myself."

Becky sighed and nodded. There was a food court in the

building just behind them, and washrooms no doubt would be at hand. She only
wished she'd thought of bringing spare clothes in case this happened.

Was looking after someone from the distant past really

supposed to be this hard?

A small, out-of-the-way bookshop just off Yonge Street.

The more Becky thought about it, the more she realized that

this forgotten nook away from all the crowds was the perfect place for the
chroniques dealer to have his business. After all, he wasn't looking for
revenue from the people of the 21st century, was he? Becky and Mark
were notable exceptions to that rule. Being off the beaten path made it easier
for his time-travelling customers to find him and go about their business
without interference. Still downtown and accessible, but a few doors down from
the country's busiest avenue, on an obscure side street. Perfect for this sort
of enterprise.

They had walked north from the business district with its

endless skyscrapers, Nanu steadfastly refusing to look back at them. There were
still tall buildings, like the Eaton Centre towers, or the Aura Tower, but they
were more spaced out, not completely surrounding them on all sides. Most of the
buildings were of a height Nanu seemed to be able to handle, even if the street
traffic was still scaring her with its noise.

She would stop occasionally to look in store windows,

seemingly fascinated by whatever they were selling. At one point, Becky laughed
and had to pull Nanu's face off a window, because she was Uhking at the people
just inside, trying to eat their food. Nanu didn't know what a restaurant was.

They reached their destination and the store was blissfully

quiet as they slipped inside, with Eighties music playing over the tinny old
speakers.

"Get off the car

Kick his chain

Kick his pride

Get him soaked hit run

Lift up your toes

In my mouth

And we can make love

And we can go

And we can go

And we can go

We're covered by the sacred fire

When you come to me

You come to me broke;”

"Miss Fischer, it's good to see you again," the

old man behind the desk said, smiling at her from beneath a face full of grey
whiskers that any Who in Whoville would envy. He looked at her companion.
"And this must be Nanu."

"Oh, uh, yes," Becky said, caught off-guard that

he seemed to know. "This is Nanu. Pardon me for asking, Walter, but why
did you know that?"

His smile was kindly. "The Agency came by, was advising

dealers that a rare event had occurred, an Egyptian girl from the distant past
coming forward, a distinctive girl named Nanu. She only speaks Latin and
Coptic, right?"

Becky nodded while Nanu just looked on, knowing they were

talking about her. She trusted her Mistress, however. "I was actually
coming by for that reason. If she's going to stay, not only will she need some
foolproof documentation of various sorts, but I was hoping we could speed up
her English by chipping her, you know? Like we did with Mark for Latin and
Greek."

"No harm in trying, right?" the old man named

Walter reasoned. "After all, it didn't harm Mark."

"Who can tell with that boy sometimes," Becky

sighed, shaking her head. "In any event, Mark and that Holmes Field Device
aren't available to us for the next three months, since I am trying to catch up
with him, so we're sort of on our own. I'm not looking for any temporal thingies,
just ways to make Nanu's life manageable, since she's stuck here with me."

"We should be able to do this one mostly gratis,"

Walter said. "The news of your girl is already around the time stream, and
it's giving me business, since people know I helped her out."

Becky thought about that. "Meaning you know you already

helped her out."

"You're getting the hang of it," Walter said.

"When you're predestined to do something because you have found out it's
supposed to happen, we in the community call it 'fating'. Whatever it is you've
found out you're supposed to do, it happens, even if you try to make it not
happen."

"So you couldn't refuse to help us right now?"

Becky asked, a wry expression on her face. "Literally, what's stopping you
from refusing to help us?"

Walter chuckled. "Could be anything. It might turn out

that there's a clone of me somewhere that helps you when my back is turned. Or
maybe the clone refused to help, and I did. All I can tell you is that today,
Nanu gets helped by me, no matter what anyone wants, myself included."

"That sounds inconvenient."

"Nobody likes feeling helpless," Walter reasoned.

"It's why we try to avoid knowing things and being fated. If I could prove
to you tomorrow that you'd be swept away by a white knight and taken off to a
fairy tale wedding and happily ever after, nothing whatsoever you do would stop
it. You're stuck having your happy ending and you had no choice in the
matter."

Becky nodded. "The less I know about the future,

especially my own, the better off I am, because my choices are, in theory,
still my own."

"Excellent," Walter said, pleased. "Now,

let's get this girl some ID, shall we?"

A small, isolated room, an hour later.

Nanu yawned and rubbed her temple, feeling a slight

headache. Had she fallen asleep? She blinked her eyes and saw Re-be-kah smiling
at her, sitting in a chair beside.

"Mistress?" she said rather groggily,

yawning again.

"You're fine, darling," Becky said gently,

squeezing her hand. "We tried to do something to help you, but we don't
think it worked. I'm going to try speaking in my language and then see if you
understand me, okay?"

Nanu nodded.

"Can you understand me?" Becky asked in concise

English.

Nanu blinked at her and then shook her head.

"Well, damn," Becky sighed. "Can you try to

say anything in my language, Nanu?"

Nanu thought for a moment. "Fuck; purick in

cunat."

Becky giggled. "You could already say those things,

you little tramp!"

Nanu smiled and blushed.

"We tried to help you speak my language by putting a

little thing inside your head, but it didn't work."

Nanu pressed her fingers to her temple, where the localized

discomfort was. "Did I do something wrong, Mistress, to make it not
work?"

Becky shook her head. "No, it has nothing to do with

you, really. One day, it might work, so we'll keep it where it is, I guess. No
harm in waiting it out."

She dug around in her purse she was carrying. "Meanwhile;”

The blonde was smiling brightly as she presented Nanu with a

handful of items. "We managed to create an identity for you in this
world. It's a good start."

Nanu examined the things curiously. She opened a small,

greenish shell with a stylized bird on it, her eyes widening when she saw her
own image looking back at her. Her own lovely face. There was some flowing script
she did not recognize at all along with it.

"It is called a 'passport'," Becky

explained. "It tells officials who you are and where you are from. This
says you are from Egypt."

"Well, I am," the Egyptian girl reasoned

with a small shrug. "Just not your Egypt."

"Correct, but they won't know that, and that's safer

for you," Becky agreed. "Your name is now Nanu Tehemet."

The girl's eyes went wide. "My name is Queen Nanu?"

Becky laughed. "Nobody anywhere will know what

Tehemet means, sweetie, it's just your surname now for convenience. Also, we
made some medical records for you, including your blood type. And I still need
to put in a call and have a doctor lined up who will look after you."

Becky knew that part might be tricky, since any doctor from

her own era would be confused by Nanu's physiology, genetic code, and dental
records. She was completely unique that way. Could any modern doctor be
trusted? Did she need to find a doctor who was a member of the temporal
community to look after Nanu?

Questions, always more questions.

"A doctor?" Nanu almost groused, wrinkling

her nose. "Roman doctors were smelly and evil. I hope your doctors are
better."

"I like to think so," Becky agreed,

nodding. "But with all this information I just gave you, you'll be
safer than without it. Remember how if a slave was freed in Rome, they made
sure he had documents of manumission? These documents, like my own, record you
as a sovereign citizen and a visitor here in Canada."

"Wouldn't it make more sense to just claim I was

from Ka-na-da?" Nanu reasoned.

Becky smiled and caressed Nanu's cheek. "No one

would believe you are from Canada, my love, you don't speak any of our
languages. One day, I promise, we'll get you made a citizen. For now, this is
just to ensure your safety."

As always, Nanu took Becky's word for it and just nodded.

"Now then," Becky said, taking the items

back and then standing up, smiling brightly. "Let's go eat and get you
some clothes, shall we?"

Half an hour later.

They were sitting in the food court of the Eaton Centre, and

Nanu was devouring everything Becky had put in front of her. Becky dreaded the
effects this might have on her lover's intestinal tract later, but for now,
Nanu was happy. There was no food she wasn't sampling and putting away; pizza,
falafel, burgers, fries, poutine, spaghetti, Chinese food.

My poor bank account, she despaired slightly as she

watched the tiny girl wolf down all the food with a frightening eagerness. She
really likes salty things, I'll bet living on a slave's diet means she has an
iodine deficiency. I'll have to see to that.

Becky thought Nanu might bite her hand off when she tried to

reach for one of the siu mai dumplings. Eventually, though, the Egyptian
girl relented and let her Mistress have one. Becky also made the mistake of
letting Nanu try some pop, and soon the girl was wired. She'd have to explain
the dangers of sugar and rotting the teeth out of your head.

Nanu annihilated the Timbits she had for dessert. Her little

belly was swollen when she stood up from the table. She almost looked pregnant,
but she was beaming with delight. Suddenly, she burped so long and loudly that
everyone in the food court paused and looked at the pair.

"Sorry," Becky said apologetically to the nearby

tables. "It's her first day with North American fast food."

"Mistress, that was all so good!" Nanu

gushed, oblivious of her faux pas. "I loved it all, even the stupid cow
meat!"

"I think you tried just about everything except the

Jamaican food," Becky said, gathering up the debris at their table to
put at the disposal station.

"Where?" Nanu asked, looking around

hurriedly. Had they missed one? "May I try it?"

"Another time, you greedy little pill,"

Becky laughed as she disposed of their waste. "Don't worry, we'll be
back."

"And you said we're underground?" Nanu

asked, looking around in wonder again. The space was huge and so open, like a
forum surrounded by endless shops, but there was no sky above her, just a
distant white ceiling.

Becky nodded. "And there are more shops above us.

That's where we're going, to find clothes and so on for you."

They took more of the magic moving stairs, carrying Nanu up

to another level. She watched over the railing in awe, feeling so very superior
to the people who were still below, like puny ants. The sights and the smells
and the throngs of people enthralled her.

"Mistress, I am so excited that I think I need to

pee," she said, feeling a twinge in her cunt.

"Just over here," Becky said, diverting

them down a small hallway. "I happen to know these washrooms are pretty
clean because they're seldom used."

"You are so smart, Mistress," Nanu said

proudly as Becky led her into the little room with all the weird stalls. Becky
led her over to one of the stalls and gestured for her to enter.

"Go inside, pulls down your pants, do your business,

and then use the tissue like we do back at home," Becky instructed.
"I'll wait out here."

"You won't come in with me, Mistress?" Nanu

asked. "How will you watch me pee?"

"No, sweetie," Becky replied, smiling.

"That's not how we customarily do things in public places in my time.
I'll be right out here, though."

Nanu shrugged and sighed, heading into the little stall and

Becky closed it behind her. She heard the Egyptian girl shuffling around, and
then Nanu let out a groan, peeing very loudly. Becky wasn't surprised, given
all the pop Nanu had inhaled. The sugar crash was going to be awesome. Some
other unladylike sounds followed, but at least Nanu didn't seem to be turning
herself inside out like she had the previous day. Baby steps.

There was a pause and Nanu seemed to be finished, so Becky

began talking. "Okay, sweetie, remember what I told you. Go ahead and
clean up, but just be aware of’

There was a sudden flushing sound, followed by a yelp of

shock and fear. A split second later, the stall door burst open and Nanu raced
out, her track pants still around her ankles as she hobbled as quickly as she
could toward the exit, her eyes wide in panic and once again peeing herself.

"Just watch out for the automatic flush mechanism;”

Becky grumbled as she loped off after Nanu before she exposed herself to the
busiest mall in all of Canada.

Some minutes later.

"Okay," Becky said, holding some dresses in

front of Nanu and trying to decide which ones looked better. "We could try
these ones out for you."

"They are both pretty colors, Mistress,"

Nanu remarked, feeling the material. "How will I choose?"

"We'll work it out, I'm sure," the blonde

reasoned. "We can try them on you in those little changing stalls over
there."

Nanu eyed the stalls warily. "There are none of your

magic toilets in there, are there?"

"No, darling," Becky giggled. "Just

enough room for us to make sure that the clothes work on you. There'll even be
a mirror so you can see yourself."

"Can we fuck in there?" Nanu asked.

Becky shook her head and Nanu sighed, allowing herself to be

led toward the stalls. They were stopped by one of the shop's attendants as
they tried to go in.

"I'm sorry, but it's our general policy that only one

adult is allowed in a stall at a time," she stated, looking somewhat
apologetic. "Loss prevention and all that, please understand."

"It's fine," Becky assured her, looking down at

Nanu. "Sweetie, I'm not allowed in the stall with you while you change,
you'll just have to do it yourself."

Nanu shrugged and went inside the stall, closing the door

after herself.

"What language were you speaking to her?" the

attendant asked as they turned and stepped some distance away from the stall.

"Latin," Becky said, fingering a light sweater on

a rack she thought might look good on herself. "She doesn't speak English,
and I don't speak her language, so we speak Latin to one another."

"Oh," the girl said, blushing. "I thought she

was your girlfriend or something."

Becky smiled at the thought. "I guess she kinda is in

some ways. We’

"Mistress?" came a call from behind them.

They turned and stopped dead, gaping as they saw Nanu standing in the open door
of the stall, completely naked, her shaved cunt and her large tits on display
for anyone nearby to see. Her tan skin shone bronze in the store lights. She
was holding one of the dresses in her hand and looking very confused.

"I don't know how to put it on," she

admitted, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"M-maybe we'll break the rules and let you in there with

her," the girl said rather hastily, blushing.

"Probably for the best," Becky said quickly,

stepping over quickly and stuffing herself inside the stall along with Nanu as
a mom walked by with her kid, looking shocked.

"What?" Nanu hissed, scowling at the mom

and the wide-eyed brat before the door closed again.

"Well, that was an eventful day," Becky

sighed as she walked along the street with Nanu, carrying bags full of clothes
and some lingerie. They'd even stopped at a small Godiva shop and had some strawberries
covered in chocolate. Nanu, once again, made it sound like she was having an
orgasm, and that it was one of the best things she'd ever tasted. Given Nanu's
unique circumstances, Becky couldn't exactly fault her. She'd never had
chocolate before.

They were heading to a subway stop that didn't require Nanu

to be completely surrounded by skyscrapers again, rather only one or two. The
Egyptian girl eyed the massive edifices warily as they walked by them. "Still,
we now have at the very least a few sets of clothes for you to begin your new
life in. We'll get more soon enough."

"Can we just go back to that place and eat all our

meals there, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she walked along. She seemed
fascinated by the pigeons, legions of the little hellions. She had mostly seen
them served cooked at her master's dinner table. "It was all so good!"

Becky smiled. "Eating out all the time is expensive,

Nanu, and inconvenient when you have a job to make it to. Besides, I can make
most of those foods at home. I make an excellent hamburger."

"Hanbaga," Nanu parroted, pleased with her

new word. "And the tickling drinks were wonderful as well."

"Pop."

"Pop," Nanu pronounced, nodding. "I want

more pop."

"It will be a treat, having too much of it will be

bad for you," Becky said.

"I can't have more ba-lo, I can't have more pop,"

Nanu complained, almost stomping her foot petulantly as they walked up Yonge
Street. "Why does everything I like have to be bad for me?"

"Because it'll make you fat, and then you'll look

silly when you dance or fuck," Becky said, finally realizing she
needed to appeal to Nanu's vanity to get through to her.

Nanu was quiet for several moments before sighing. "Fine;”

she grunted, kicking a little pebble with her shoe and almost taking out a
pigeon.

They reached the subway station and Nanu seemed to have

forgotten to be grumpy as she looked around at all the people, the knots of
humanity that passed through the space. She didn't cover her ears this time as
the roaring train approached, but ended up sitting on Becky's lap as the train
was much more crowded this time.

"Some of the people are very smelly, Mistress,"

she stated, subtly waving her hand in front of her face. "Doesn't
everyone have a bath?"

Becky smirked. "Almost everyone has a bath, some

people just don't do it often enough."

"Those people are stupid," Nanu groused,

not enjoying the body odor of someone nearby. She'd hoped that coming to a new
place and a new time would mean she left the stench of slavery behind. So why
did some people choose to stink like slaves? "Why are there still
stupid people, Mistress?"

"Nanu, honey, I really wish I had an answer for you,"

Becky sighed, shaking her head and holding the little Egyptian girl closer.

An hour later.

They were home and back up in the bedroom, laughing as Becky

tried to teach Nanu how to wear her new clothes. It was certainly a process of
trial and error.

"Now some of these are for daily wear," she

said, indicating a small pile of pants, skirts, and shirts. "Others,
like those there, are for more formal occasions and you'll wear less often."

"I think I like the Zepli shirt best," Nanu

said, holding her new acquisition against her chest. Becky had indeed bought
her another Zeppelin shirt, this one featuring a muscular, naked man with great
white wings, surrounded by symbols. It had a cropped bottom that showed off her
toned midriff, and the size that fit her frame was tight across her tits. It
looked great on her, Nanu thought. "But I love them all."

"I'm glad," Becky said cheerfully, watching

Nanu practice putting her clothes on. "Now like I promised, we can stay
naked at home, you just need to be able to put on robes and the like quickly.
Because tomorrow, I have to go back to work. There will be plenty of food for
you, and I'll show you how to use the television, okay?"

"Yes, Mistress," Nanu said readily, looking

at herself in the mirror while holding up a slinky little dress. "I'll
be so very good while you're gone. I promise to not get scared and run out the
door again."

Becky nodded and began putting the clothes away. They were

calling it an early night, because it had been another long day, and the
morning would probably be more complicated in terms of getting out the door
than she wanted it to be. She put Nanu's clothes away and they took a quick
shower, despite Nanu's pleas to use the shower jets on one another again. Once
they were dried, the pair clambered into the bed, wrapped up in one another and
kissing deeply, fondling each other's bodies.

The kiss ended and Nanu looked into Becky's blue eyes, her

own hazel ones glassy as sleep advanced on her. "Mistress, am I doing
well? I want to do well."

Becky didn't know if anyone had ever even come forward in

history before, so by default Nanu was doing better than anyone else Becky knew
of. But she still had a right answer to give. She smiled gently and stroked the
Egyptian girl's cheek lovingly.

"Yes, Nanu," she cooed. "You're

doing so very well. You're learning quickly, and you will be so very happy
here."

Nanu let out a tiny gasp before she pressed her lips to

Becky's, kissing her with a whimper. Becky could feel tears touching her cheeks
ad she pulled Nanu into an embrace while rolling onto her back. She parted her
legs and Nanu's slid between them, her cunt now kissing Becky's. Their tongues
rolled and flickered while clits kissed and nether lips slithered wetly. Their
lovemaking was not hurried, but deep and affectionate, two people who were very
dear to one another, and on the verge of a great adventure together. It would
be so new for both of them.

Nanu couldn't wait.

3 am.

Becky lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Outside the bedroom, the bathroom light was on, and a stream of invective was
carrying down the hall and ringing in her ears, along with many horrifying
noises like something out of an Eighties teen comedy. She could only assume
Nanu was swearing in Coptic, since she didn't understand a word of what the
girl was saying.

All those nitrates and other things in the food at the

mall, she thought despairingly, realizing that letting Nanu gorge herself,
while fun, had been a complete mistake. She had no damn clue how long it would
take someone from Nanu's era to adapt to modern food. Aside from making sure
everything was fresh and completely organic, how could she going to keep the
girl from crapping herself to death?

More long, rolling and unlovely noises reached her, followed

by more swearing and the sound of yet another toilet paper roll being
unraveled. She wished she had earplugs. Or had been born deaf. She was mad at
Mark for not being here to share this particular joy with her.

And the adventure was just beginning. Whee.

To be continued in part 14. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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