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The Time Riders: Part 14

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The Time Riders: Part 14
Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce.

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



A certain bedroom.

If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't

noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all
requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and
it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to
conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according
to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be
stunned by.

So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the

bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been
sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she
needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight
when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were!

She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She

had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the
door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front
door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack
garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the
second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked,
laughing in delight.

She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no

clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she
would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming
for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as
free as it sounded, at least in her opinion.

The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the

bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her
arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be
green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that
would apparently become lovely flowers.

High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely

moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It
left a weird trail of white cloud behind.

What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow.

She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking

herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the
material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs,
feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door,
fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available.
Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so
that she knew what was safe.

Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to

death the day before.

The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red

and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called
'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from
a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and
butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter;
she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt!

Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining

little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to
not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did.
Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the
sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around
on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and
shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so
beautiful!

Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a

lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her
Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd
never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to
little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and
rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful.

This new world confused and frightened her, but she also

knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could
fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure.

She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she

was.

The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'.

Mooredale Secondary.

Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her

eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her
Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention.
Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades,
they weren't interested in retaining the material.

And then there was one young dunce in particular.

She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his

desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were
inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory
of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious
high school to begin with?

She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant

three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on
adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her
wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going
to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her
to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine
and took her on adventures.

Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the

agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out
of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as
people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that
something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing
you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt
yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing.

So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your

destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in
the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that.

She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was

so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was
the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be
having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including
Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home.

The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen.

Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She
couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk
right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a
particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though
functionally nothing was different about his biology.

This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would

be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked
about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal
nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but
clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the
school gym a few times.

Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively,

now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on
staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit
teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow
managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse?

She didn't want to give the horny students any more

masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying.
Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him
in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He
hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures.

Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment

in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck
him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was
starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do
about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on
Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course.

She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so

far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in
several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he
wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and
made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the
gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had helped
Mark rescue her from the Louvre, and out from right under the nose of the Sun
King.

Becky might have shot Porthos

And might also have kicked Richelieu in the nuts.

That sounded so weird, but it had happened. She was there.

That, or she was on the world's longest and most intense acid trip.

They went to Rome, to participate in a genuine orgy, and

they'd met and bought the beautiful slave girl Nanu. The intent had been to set
her free, and Becky had even paid gold for her; but Mark screwed everything up
by getting arrested for fucking a Vestal Virgin, one of Rome's most sacred
priestesses. One thing led to another, and they'd had to rescue him from being
skewered by gladiators in the Colosseum, mostly by dropping the roof on the
emperor. Mark, or 'Bonosus' as he was known in ancient Rome now, was probably
the most notorious criminal in the empire not named Spartacus.

It didn't surprise Becky that even in the time stream,

everyone wanted to kill Mark. He had that effect on people.

They'd finally brought Nanu forward in time with them, since

she was hopelessly devoted to them, and leaving her on her own in Rome was
dangerous for her, even if she had proof of her manumission. It had been an
eventful few days since their arrival back home, with Nanu getting a crash
course in the fact that everything wanted to kill her. At least to hear Nanu
talk about it. Even common household items were absurdly dangerous for her, and
noises that modern people just took for granted drove the younger girl nuts.

Food was a big gamble with Nanu. Modern preservatives and

nitrates wreaked havoc on her digestive tract, something she couldn't possibly
have built any immunity to. To Becky's surprise, Nanu wasn't
lactose-intolerant, because as a slave, she'd been given cow's milk, something
peasants and slaves subsisted on and normal people were too good for. It was
strange to Becky that bovine milk and beef had been considered low-class food
back then. They'd probably change their minds if they'd ever had a filet mignon
or a good porterhouse.

Dumb ancient people. At least Nanu ate everything she

possibly could.

A yawn from Mark's direction brought her out of her reverie,

and she restrained another scowl in his direction. It was nowhere near the
first time he'd annoyed her with his lack of interest, but she was getting more
irritated with it of late, because she knew what was coming. She had to
put up with this. She had to fail him. Because his future self would
come back in time and convince her to change his grade. She couldn't just give
him a passing grade now to speed things up if she tried. Something would
make her fail him.

Which he so richly deserved. Why the universe gave this kid

a time machine was beyond her. A retarded chimp would have deserved it more,
and probably been less of a menace.

She couldn't fuck him, not yet. But that didn't mean she

couldn't fuck with him, right?

"Mr. Simmons," she called in his direction,

raising her eyebrow and getting everyone's attention, including his. She called
him 'Mark' so regularly now that saying 'Mr. Simmons' seemed strange.
"Since you are clearly well ahead of the curriculum, what with having time
to yawn and stare out the window, I thought maybe you could explain the
differences in the scalar and vector measurements to the class?"

"I, uh;” he fumbled, looking worried now. "I;”

"Well, go on," she said, gesturing with her hand.

"We spent the entire second half of last week on the model, after all. The
copious notes you took are still fresh, yes?"

"I; that is; uh;” he said, going pale.

"Dumbass," laughed one of the other boys from

nearby. Several other students laughed, and Mark got pelted with crumpled-up
balls of paper for looking like a dolt. Becky didn't bother feeling bad for him,
since this had to happen in order for things to work out in the future. That,
and the brat deserved it.

A girl near the front, one Gina Felton, put her hand up,

looking smug. She seemed to have the answers, generally. Becky restrained a
sigh as she allowed the brown-haired girl to answer. Gina dutifully recited off
the material they'd been given, even offering some explanation along the way to
demonstrate that she understood what she'd been taught, not just parroting the
lesson.

She wasn't as smart as she thought she was, and she'd never

be a physicist, but she came from a wealthy WASP family type that was so common
in this neighborhood, and she was a kiss-ass to the faculty. Becky would give
Gina her passing grade and get rid of her.

If only were so easy with Mark.

"That's, uh; that was I was gonna say," Mark added

once Gina had finished her singsong response. More laughter and mockery was
hurled his way.

"Okay, enough, people," Becky announced, standing

up to get their attention and put an end to the paper projectiles. "Miss
Felton, well done. Mr. Simmons, you can stay after class and clean up the room,
along with my chalkboards."

Becky liked using chalk boards, because one of her two

favorite professors in her university years had insisted on using them. It had
seemed like magic to her when he'd used them, all these wondrous equations laid
out for her, explained thoroughly, and then they were gone, replaced by more
fascinating numbers, a guided tour into how the universe worked. Only he could-

"Ma'am?" a voice called. "Miss Fischer?"

Becky blinked, coming out of yet another reverie. She was

beginning to think that maybe she shouldn't be giving Mark shit for doing it,
since she kept zoning out during class, thinking about the profs. She and Nanu
had a playdate with them later this week at Blackwell Manor, so she'd just have
to keep it in her pants until then.

"Sorry, I was remembering a lesson," she said,

recovering and sitting down again, just in case she leaked through her slacks.
Thankfully, they were moments away from the period ending, and she'd be free of
these yahoos for another day. "Tomorrow, we'll stick our toes into the
concept of Fleming's Left-Hand Rule and its application in electromagnetism.
Whether you're working on the Large Hadron Collider, or your grandfather's
ancient lawnmower in the future, this is a good thing to understand. Go ahead
and get ready, just wait for the bell. Mr. Simmons, the chalkboard awaits your
attentions."

Yet more razzing at Mark's expense, while Gina just sat at

her desk looking smug. As annoying as Mark was, Becky simply did not like Gina
Felton. She was eighteen now, and Becky had good reason to suspect that the
skinny little broad was carrying on with the History professor, Mr. Browning.
The less she knew, the better.

Kind of like about her own future.

Ah well, she thought as she watched Mark dully begin

wiping off the chalkboards and then pounding out the erasers. Not much
longer to put up with this, and then the real fun begins. Just show some
patience, girl.

She somehow refrained from subtly taking a picture of Mark's

ass with her phone.

"Mistress, you're back!" Nanu chirped as

she skipped up to the door, quite naked. "I didn't break anything!"

"The fact that you led with that statement makes me

suspicious," Becky sighed as she closed the door behind her. She then
hung up her blazer on a peg and allowed the Egyptian girl to take her hand and
pull her into the house. "Did you eat?"

"Yes, Mistress, everything you left for me,"

Nanu announced proudly. "Nothing left. Did I do well?"

"You ate everything I left you for you?"

Becky asked, raising an eyebrow. Nanu dragged her into the dining room and
gestured grandly at the table. The top was covered in plates, bowls, and
containers, along with utensils. Even the peanut butter jar, which had been
mostly full this morning, was seemingly licked clean.

"Holy shit," Becky mumbled in English, gazing at

the table. "You ate absolutely everything."

"Did I do right, Mistress?" Nanu asked.

What did Becky tell her? That Nanu had eaten the food she'd

prepped and was meant to last for a few days? She hadn't exactly been that
explicit, because she hadn't thought to tell Nanu that. She'd overlooked how
voracious Nanu could be. A lifetime of slavery saw to it that Nanu ate every
meal as if it might be her last.

Well, that was on Becky. She'd just start again and be more

concise next time about her expectations.

"I'm proud of you for looking after yourself,"

she said finally, making the tiny girl beam with delight. "Did you have
problems with anything I showed you?"

"I played with the water makers a little bit, and

practiced washing my hands," Nanu said, waiting impatiently while
Becky started removing her work clothes. "Your soap is very different
from what my masters used. It smells nice, not like piss."

"Maybe because we don't use urine in our soap these

days," the blonde observed as she tossed aside her skirt and then
began undoing her bra. Nanu, predictably, just watched intently, almost
salivating at the thought of her Mistress' tits. "So now you know how
to keep yourself clean. Tonight, I'll let you try to work the shower, that way
you can use it if I'm not home and you need to wash up."

Nanu nodded. "It was awkward trying to get the

peanut butter off my cunt. I am very flexible, but even I couldn't reach it all
with my tongue. I used a cloth finally. But I tried, Mistress, I really did."

"Nobody made you smear the peanut butter on

yourself, silly," Becky laughed as she shucked her bra, revealing her
lovely tits to Nanu. Then she bent over and peeled off her underwear. "But
I'm glad you fed yourself and know how to get clean, my love. It sounds like
you had a good day."

"There were so many things to do, Mistress,"

Nanu breathed, enjoying the sight of Becky's hairless cunt. She'd never seen a
more perfect cunt. "I was amazed by how strong your sheets are. And I
glided up and down the hallway in my socks, and I listened to music and
danced;”

"I'm so pleased that you worked out the controller

for the stereo," Becky cooed, caressing Nanu's cheek. The smaller girl
closed her eyes, enjoying the touch before turning her head a little to kiss
her Mistress' palm. "What music did you listen to?"

"But I am proud to be your lover, and that you're my

Mistress," Nanu protested.

"And I am proud of you, Nanu," Becky

assured her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. "But just trust me on
this, okay? Hearing people called 'Mistress' will be very weird to some of
them. I want tonight to be fun, not awkward."

Nanu sighed somewhat despondently and nodded. "So I

must call you Re-be-kah tonight?"

The blonde pondered the matter. "Can you say

'Becky'?"

Nanu pursed her lips. "Beh-kee."

"That's what all my friends call me," Becky

said, pulling Nanu into a hug. It was weird to have their jackets in the way
and not be able to feel their tits squashing together.

"Except for M-ark," Nanu pointed out,

enjoying the hug, even if she couldn't feel her mistress' tits. "He
called you 'Beks'."

"Well, Mark's an idiot, and he's lucky he's the one

with the time machine, or I would flunk him into eternity," Becky
muttered, preferring to not think about the bane of her academic existence.
"Asshat."

"Ass-hat;” Nanu repeated. "Mark is an ass-hat?"

She's like a toddler, Becky thought, making a note to

watch her language. She retains all the naughty words she shouldn't know.

"Let's go, Noah Webster," Becky sighed, standing

up again. "Your chariot awaits;”

The Gardiner Expressway, heading south.

Nanu was indeed turned sideways in her seat, despite the

seatbelt, her face plastered to the window as she gaped in awe at the scenery
that sped by. Aside from the endless metal monsters that were running with them
or in the opposite direction, there were also tall buildings and houses, bright
lights on tall posts, and even giant bridges that they went under and didn't
fall on their heads! Nanu was too astonished to remember to be frightened of
everything.

Becky smiled as she drove, pleased that Nanu was distracted

and not cowering in fear. Not that she would blame her. It had taken some
convincing to get her into the car at all, but once she discovered how comfy
the seats were, she warmed up to the idea quickly enough. Becky buckled her
into her seat and even let Nanu honk the horn once before they pulled out. Nanu
yelped in shock at the loud sound, but then clapped in delight, realizing that
she could (if allowed) control the beast's roar.

She took it slow at first, driving at a virtual crawl

through her neighborhood, letting Nanu get a feel for the movement of the car.
She was going places, but her legs weren't doing any of the work. It was like
being in a palanquin or a chariot, only completely enclosed. The roar of
something called an 'engine' surrounded her, replacing the clatter of
iron-bound wooden wheels and horse hooves.

It was almost twilight, and the lights on the tall posts

glared brightly, making Nanu shield her eyes occasionally. She could see people
in their own metal beasts, men and women, often with children riding along in
the seats behind. She smiled brightly and waved back at one little girl who had
seen her and waved to her.

"We are going so fast," she breathed,

almost wrenching her neck as she tried to watch cars whip by in the opposite
direction. "Nobody in the world has ever gone as fast as this, I'll
bet."

Becky thought about that, realizing Nanu was probably right.

She was going just over seventy kilometers per hour at the moment, but that was
faster than anything had ever gone until locomotive engines came on the scene,
once again in the mid-nineteenth century. It may have seemed slow to her, but
it was light speed to Nanu.

"Oh, we can go a lot faster than this, Nanu,"

she said casually, enjoying her lover's innocent wonder at everything.

"Go faster!" Nanu urged in excitement.

"Go faster than all the other metal beasts! Shame them!"

"; except for maybe that one;” she added in a

faltering tone as a red Ferrari whipped by, the roaring noise of its engine
filling the interior of Becky's car. "How do you make the beast go
faster, Mistress? I do not see reins or a whip."

"It's not alive, remember? It's just a machine, a

bunch of parts put together to make a mechanism," Becky answered,
knowing most of this would go over Nanu's head. "I control its speed
with the pedals at my feet, and which way it goes with this wheel in my hand."

"Can we go faster and leave all these other beasts

behind?"

Becky smiled. "Not right now, my love. There are

laws about how fast you're allowed to go when there are lots of other cars
around. It prevents accidents."

"But what could hurt us?" Nanu asked.

"The beast is metal, we are surrounded by all this metal. We are
invincible."

"If we hit or got hit by another car, the metal

won't protect us entirely," Becky pointed out, thinking that maybe
she'd show Nanu some car crash safety videos, put the fear of the car gods into
her. And if we hit a person, we'd pretty much kill them at this speed."

Nanu thought about that. "But we'd be okay, right?"

Becky sighed and resisted the urge to turn the car around.

The Malted Cat, thirty minutes later.

"Hi, everyone, sorry we're late," Becky called

out, waving as she headed to the table where everyone was already gathered.
"You know this time of night on the Gardiner, traffic was a bitch."

"Bitch;” Nanu parroted, but was too far away still for

anyone to hear her aside from Becky.

Nanu was looking around at the establishment, which didn't

remind her of any tabernus she'd ever seen before. This was loud and
chaotic, with people everywhere and what might have been music blaring. People
were wearing so many different outfits, some of which were almost nonexistent
to Nanu. They walked up to the table, where five other people, three women, and
two men, were already sitting. A few of them had the same straw-colored hair as
her mistress. Two of the women were skinny, one was rather fat. One of the men
was skinny and balding. She doubted he got fucked very often.

Becky stopped at the table, with Nanu beside her.

"Everyone, this is Nanu, she's staying with me."

"Hi," Nanu said, holding up a hand and remembering

the greeting word that people used in En-gush. "Hi."

"Hello," they all said back pleasantly, smiling at

her. She liked the fact that they greeted her and hadn't noticed she was a
slave. Or at least, had been. Sometimes she worried it clung to her like a
stench she would never be rid of. At least they'd brought her manumission
documents with them from Rome to this world of tomorrow, just in case she had
to prove it.

"Nanu, let me introduce my friends and co-workers,"

Becky said in Latin, before pointing to people. "This is Kay, that's
Shirley, this is Annie, that's Steve, and this is Ed."

"What were you speaking to her just now?" Ed

asked, seeming curious. He was the balding one.

"Latin," Becky replied as room was made for them

at the table, with Steve pulling up two more chairs. "She doesn't speak
English, and I don't speak her native language, so we communicate in
Latin."

Becky's friends all looked at one another quizzically, but

then realized that none of them spoke Latin. Becky would be interpreting all
night. Frankly, that was just fine with Becky, since it allowed her to control
things where Nanu was concerned.

"Nanu-nanu!" Steve said to the new guest, holding

his hand out sideways, fingers splayed apart in twos. Nanu seemed confused
before she spread her own fingers tentatively and then slid them into Steve's,
who grinned and began shaking up and down gently. "Good to meet you!"

"Steve, I'm not drunk enough for Mork and Mindy jokes

yet," Becky sighed, settling Nanu in a chair while the smaller girl looked
at her hand curiously, still held open the way he'd shown her. What was that
supposed to mean? Was it one of the standard greetings of this age?

Then she started noticing small details, both of her new

associates, and around the place. Her eyes widened when she saw a tattoo on the
arm of the fat woman, Shir-lee. Then she noticed one on Steve. She looked
around and saw that many people around this club had tattoos. She looked at
Becky with concern.

"So many people," she said quietly, hoping

only Becky heard her. "They have stigma (tattoos). Some of your friends
have them! Are we surrounded by criminals?"

Becky thought about that for a moment and then shook her

head. "No, Nanu. In my world, tattoos are just art. There have been
times in the past where criminals or people considered undesirable have been
branded, but this isn't a thing anymore. People wear tattoos because they mean
something to them, or they're just art."

Nanu sighed in relief. "I somehow avoided getting a

tattoo or branded as a Flavian slave, I was lucky. Most of the other slaves had
them, I found it humiliating."

"Is she okay, Becks?" Annie asked curiously.

"She looks a little spooked."

Becky smiled and nodded. "The tattoos all around her

freaked her out. Where she comes from, tattoos are brands on slaves or
criminals and law-abiding citizens don't get them."

"Well, I like to think I'm a bad girl," Shirley

said in a sassy tone and wearing a wicked smile. "And I've got another
tattoo in another place that'd prove it, for sure."

This drew laughter from her friends, and she rolled onto one

cheek subtly and patted the other one. Annie popped Shirley on the ass, making
her squeak and more there was laughter around the table.

"So, Nanu," Kay began, smiling across the table at

her. Becky was on one side of Nanu, and Ed was on the other. Nanu almost needed
a booster chair to sit at the table. Thankfully, the bouncer at the door had
accepted her identification, even if he seemed skeptical at first. No doubt
having Becky there helped. "Do you want a beer, honey?"

Nanu knew she was being asked a question and looked at

Becky, who translated. "Cervisia. Do you want one?"

Nanu wrinkled her nose in distaste. "That is a

barbarian's drink! I am civilized."

"You thought cow's meat was barbaric until the other

day too," Becky pointed out. "Now I can't keep you out of it.
Your ancestors made beer before they discovered wine, you know. At least try
it, it's polite. Do you remember what I told you about how to respond if
someone offers you something?"

Nanu looked at Kay and spoke slowly. "Please an-du fank

you."

Kay looked delighted and ordered beers for Nanu and Becky.

The Egyptian girl settled in and just listened quietly while the conversation
picked up around her. Becky had told her that she was free to simply listen, or
look around the bar. If someone addressed Nanu, Becky would tell her. Nanu was
more than happy to just sit quietly and observe.

Beer arrived, with a tall pint glass for Becky, and a

half-pint for Nanu. She frowned at her smaller glass. "Why did I get
the child drink?"

Becky almost laughed while Nanu seemed to glare at the

golden liquid and the tiny bubbles. "First of all, children aren't
allowed to drink beer because of the alcohol. Second, I got you a smaller glass
in case you don't like it. Less goes to waste."

Nanu glanced at Becky now. "So if I don't like it, I

don't just smash the glass on the floor and demand a different drink I like?"

Becky blinked. "No, darling. We are very respectful

to our servers at all times."

"But they are nobody."

"Nanu, just; trust me on this, okay?" Becky

almost pleaded. "Always be polite, always. When it time to not be
polite, I'll let you know, I promise."

"Fine," Nanu sighed, picking up the glass with

both hands and tilting it so that she could take a sip while everyone watched.
Her eyes widened and she put the glass back down on the table, her cheeks
bulging as she looked at Becky in panic.

"Swallow," Becky instructed. "It's

fine."

Hesitantly, the tiny girl swallowed and then gasped rather

loudly and dramatically. "It is so cold, but it burns!"

"You didn't mind when the pop was fizzing in your

mouth," Becky said.

"The pop was sweet. This is; why is this beer? It

doesn't taste like beer at all!"

"It's beer, I promise you, just that we make it

differently than they did in your time."

"Is she okay?" Steve asked, watching Nanu

curiously. They all were, in fact.

"She's never had beer like that before," Becky

explained. "She only just tried pop for the first time the other
day."

"You said she's from Egypt?" Shirley queried.

"Is she Muslim and she's not allowed to have alcohol?"

"Trust me, she's not Muslim," Becky assured her

co-worker while Nanu eyed her beer suspiciously. "She was a slave most of
her life, and she has very limited experience with, well, just about anything.
We're taking it slow, but I want her to see what her new life is all about and
has to offer."

"Would she like wine instead?" Kay asked.

"No, let her figure this out," Becky replied, going

back to her own beer. "I have yet to find anything she won't eat or drink,
so give her a bit."

Becky knew she'd have to get some food in Nanu before long,

because Nanu's alcohol tolerance might be perilously low, especially on what
was essentially an empty stomach. She'd let Nanu pick whatever sounded good,
and just deal with the consequences later. There was only so easy she could
make this for her. Her body needed to adapt to modern cuisine sooner or later,
right?

The conversation began again, mostly everyone venting about

their stupid students and the idiotic things they said, did, or turned in.
Every once in a while, someone asked Nanu something, and Becky translated,
letting Nanu respond as best she could. But mostly, they simply adhered to
Becky's rule of letting the new girl observe and listen.

"I swear, this one girl is a complete moron,"

Annie groused. "Any of you have Angie Staples in any of your
classes?"

Nanu heard several of them moan and roll their eyes, almost

slumping back in their chairs. They began griping about something or someone,
repeating a word that sounded like a name. It reminded her of how her mistress
complained about M-ark.

"Hey, she's not a bigger dolt than Simmons," Becky

pointed out. "That boy is hopeless in my class. If he made any less
effort, he'd forget to breathe."

"At least he's cute," Kay said, making Annie and

Shirley laugh. "I'd totally fuck Mark if he was legal."

At the mention of the name 'Mark' and the word 'fuck', Nanu

perked up just slightly and then looked at Becky. And this was not lost on the
other women.

"Why did she just look at you when I mentioned fucking

Simmons?" Kay asked, looked at Becky now. "I; no; Fischer, no;”

"What?" Becky said rather defensively.

"Rebecca Fischer, are you doing things with that boy?"

Kay pressed, smiling slyly. Annie and Shirley's eyes lit up excitedly, whereas
Ed and Steve remained silent, trying to not look put out.

"Are you nuts?" Becky said rather more loudly than

she should have. "He's my student!"

"He's all of our students, and the only thing he's good

at is Phys Ed," Annie laughed. "He's turning out to be a hunk, I saw
him running track in the gymnasium with no shirt the other day. Kay's right,
none of us would blame you if you were getting it in from him."

"I assure you, I am not getting it in from that

dough-head sitting in my classroom," Becky said firmly. It was technically
true, if only because the Mark sitting in her classroom hadn't fucked her yet.

"So why did Nanu look at you so suddenly?" Kay

pressed, not willing to concede the point just yet.

"She's heard me complaining about how abso-fucking-lutely

useless he is in my class," Becky explained, which was also technically
true. "He's failing harder than a SCUD missile. Makes me crazy."

"I'd go crazy on him," Shirley quipped, smiling

slyly behind her beer glass while Kay and Annie burst out laughing again. Becky
sighed and shook her head, but at least she seemed to have deflected that
particular line of inquiry. Despite Kay's contentions in private about her proclivities,
most people believed Rebecca Fischer to be a prudish nun stuck in a porn star's
body. Only this small crew ever saw her let her hair down, like tonight.

Garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, and wings arrived at the

table as an appetizer, and Becky encouraged Nanu to try everything. The
teachers all watched in astonishment as she tried each of the items and then
began devouring them in rapid succession.

"Guess I'm buyin' this round of appetizers," Becky

said, shaking her head as she watched her charge annihilate the food.
"I'll buy the next round too, just to make sure everyone gets
something."

"Oh, I'm buyin' her a round as well, just to keep

watching," Annie said in fascination while Nanu mowed through the
appetizers like the Tasmanian Devil. "Do you ever feed her, Becks?"

"I told you, she was literally a slave in her old life,

and she eats everything in sight as a defensive measure," Becky sighed.
"She's not being rude, I promise. I've literally watched her eat a pound
of bologna and empty a full jar of peanut butter."

"Ba-lo;” Nanu managed to mumble through a mouth full of

biomass as she kept storming the appetizers. Everyone was enjoying watching,
even if they had to wait for their own shares to arrive again. She also kept
sipping at her beer, seeming to have dropped her objections to it. Becky
realized she might actually need help from the time stream to keep this girl
fed.

Nanu had pretty much polished off all her food when the

second round of appetizers arrived. She eyed Steve's basket of wings hungrily.

He saw her staring and gestured to the steaming heap of

saucy poultry. "Want to try one?"

"Nanu, darling," Becky said, holding up a

hand to interrupt. "You might find that’

But Nanu had already stripped most of the meat off the tiny

bones of one wing by the time Becky had begun to object. She was chewing away
when she paused on her eyes went wide.

"Steve, you jerk," Becky said, scowling at her

co-worker while Nanu started trembling while still chewing, her face turning
red and her eyes starting to water. "She doesn't know what suicide sauce
is."

Nanu had her forehead pressed against the table and was

thumping her little fist against the surface, still resolutely chewing, even as
she whimpered and moaned in pain.

"Gotta admire her pluck, though," Kay mused,

watching the tiny girl try not to writhe.

"I didn't know she couldn't handle it," Steve

protested. "Don't they have hot food where she comes from?"

"See if I ever sub for you the next time you need a day

off," grumbled the blonde, patting Nanu on the back gently while calling
over a server.

Fifteen minutes and a gallon of milk later.

"I can't believe she ate all my wings," Steve

murmured, watching Nanu polish off the last wing while staring directly at him
defiantly. "A whole pound, I got like, one."

"Serves you right," Becky grunted, making sure

Nanu had lots of wet wipes and used them regularly in case she tried to rub her
eyes. Milk wouldn't help then.

"I can't believe she's still eating them," Annie

said, watching with morbid fascination. "I mean, you can see they
still hurt her, but she won't quit."

"Now that she knows milk dulls the fire, she doesn't

have to," Becky sighed, also watching while eating her own honey-garlic
wings. Nanu had stolen half of those, too. The only reason Shirley and Kay's
food was (mostly) safe was because Nanu was too short to reach across the
table. "And she's mad at Steve, so she's making a point."

She knew that she and Nanu could both regret this in a few

hours, that Nanu might be up all night again in the bathroom, but apparently
she was willing to risk that to get the message across; don't fuck with Nanu
Tehemet.

Nanu polished off the wings and then knocked back several

glasses of milk Becky had lined up for her, followed by her beer. She put the
last down and let out a thunderous belch that echoed around the area.

Everyone's eyes widened at the noise, except for Becky, who

just shook her head. People at other tables looked over, perplexed that someone
so small could release such a giant noise.

Annie cleared her throat. "Well, I; I hear that in some

Middle Eastern cultures, burping is a sign that a person appreciates the food
they were served."

Nanu patted her chest with her little fist and sighed

happily.

"Nanu," Shirley said, getting her attention

directly. She gestured to her shirt and then at Nanu's. "I like your
shirt."

Nanu realized what the fat woman was talking about and then

beamed happily, thrusting her chest forward and thumbing at the logo. "Let
Zeppli!"

"Do you like them, honey?" Shirley asked.

Becky translated and Nanu nodded eagerly. "Let

Zeppli!"

"I like them too," Shirley said, pleased to be

connecting with the exotic foreign girl.

"Shirley says she likes Led Zeppelin too,"

Becky explained, leaning in to be heard over all the noise. The karaoke had
begun, and they were near the stage.

"The fat one likes Zeppli?" Nanu asked,

shocked. "Is she allowed?"

"Nanu!" Becky gasped, bursting into snickers.

"You can't just comment about people's weight like that!"

"What's funny, Becks?" Annie asked, curious.

Becky was still snickering as she tried to wave it off.

"Pretty sure Nanu thinks only she's allowed to like Zeppelin. And maybe
I'm allowed. Pop culture still eludes her."

"Well, she's got the hot wings and big tits part down

already, I'd say she's halfway there," Kay quipped, making everyone laugh.
Shirley had excused herself from the table for a moment. More food was ordered,
along with beer or cocktails, and the gripe session continued about what
complete morons the kids of this day and age were becoming. And the ones that
weren't morons were completely unlikable.

"So how long is she stayin' with you?" Kay asked

as she watched Nanu attack the jalapeno poppers.

"For the foreseeable future, really," Becky

answered. "Like I said, she was a slave back home, she has no life to
return to, and it was borderline Stone Age subsistence. I can't just let her
go, or turn her over to the system, she'll die. She knows nothing. I'm doing
what I can to help her adapt and learn about her new world. One day, she'll be
fine."

"That's really noble of you, Rebecca," Ed stated,

getting his share of an onion blossom before Nanu saw it and murdered it.
"But it could be years. I'm not trying to make her sound like a pet dog,
but this could be a long commitment on your part. How did you even meet
her?"

"Honestly?" Becky said, having a rehearsed answer

already. She'd tried to anticipate as many questions as possible for tonight.
"I met her in Rome. That's where I managed to get her out of her slavery
life."

"Wow, Becks, you have like a whole secret agent life

goin' on," Annie said, sounding impressed. "When the heck did you
even go to Rome?"

"It seems like ages ago," Becky said rather

evasively. "Frankly, things have been crazy of late and I almost can't
keep track without a time machine."

A round of laughter from her friends, and Becky heaved a

sigh of relief. She didn't expect anyone to be making inquiries, but the fewer
questions, the better. Nanu seemed oblivious, noshing away happily on more pub
grub and seeming determined to try everything. She'd just plowed through the
calamari Annie had bought for her.

"Hey, everyone!" called a voice from the stage,

sounding tinny over a microphone. Becky looked up and saw Shirley standing on
stage, smiling at them all. "I'm dedicating this number to a new friend I
met tonight, I hope she likes it! Nanu, this one's for you!"

Nanu looked up at the mention of her name, right before the

music began, blaring through the bar's speakers all around them. Her eyes
flashed in excitement as she looked at Becky, grabbing her hands.

"Zeppli! Zeppli!!!" she squeaked, bouncing up and

down in her seat.

"Yes, my love," Becky laughed. "Shirley

is about to sing a Zeppelin song for you, and it's the one you know already."

Nanu clapped and squealed some more, bouncing up and down in

her seat as she watched the fat woman begin to sing.

"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, you should go up and dance," Becky

suggested, bumping and gyrating in her seat. "I'm sure Shirley would
love it."

"Really, Mistress?" Nanu gasped, his

features alight with eagerness. She'd forgotten to call her Mistress by her
name, but nobody seemed to notice.

"Just make sure you keep your clothes on, okay?"

Becky warned, trying to sound serious, but winking at her lover. "Go
have fun."

Nanu was out of her seat like a shot and scrambling up

onstage before she began to dance around, just like Becky had shown her.
Everyone at the table hooted and cheered while Shirley laughed, still between
stanzas. While Nanu bounced and wiggled around the stage, the teacher started
singing again. The pneumatic effect Nanu's movement had on her body held
everyone spellbound. Her jeans were snug enough to show off her amazing ass, and
her Zeppelin shirt was stretched tight across her ample tits, which jiggled
continuously.

"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, that you know!"

Becky laughed gaily as she watched, clapping along. She

couldn't believe how well this was going! Nanu was having a blast, and even if
she was going to be shitting herself all night because of the hot wings Steve
had let her eat, it was a small price to pay to see the Egyptian girl
absolutely radiant and doing what she did best, dancing. They'd have to do this
more often, as long as she kept Nanu safe. Not that this bar was dangerous, of
course.

"There's an angel on my shoulder,

In my hand a sword of gold,

Let me wander in your garden,

And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know!"

Nanu spun and pranced around the stage, lost in the joy of

her dancing. She never felt more alive than when she was dancing, even when she
was fucking. Or at least very rarely, and pretty much never when she'd been a
slave. This new world and new life were going to teach her so many wonderful
new things!

She stopped dancing for a moment, breathing heavily in

excitement as she just watched Shirley sing, standing close enough to understand
that she was singing into some little thing that looked like a black cock and
made her voice echo all around the room.

"So the world is spinning faster,

Are you dizzy when you stall?

Let the music be your master,

Will you heed the master's ca"

In her mounting excitement, Nanu had grabbed the microphone

out of Shirley's hands and was now closing her eyes and singing into it with
all her heart.

"Ah; Wa-Oh-Gur-Oah! Or-Nyu-Wo-Ah!"

The entire audience was just watching in confused and then

stunned silence as Nanu wailed discordantly into the microphone, assaulting
everyone's ears with the blistering noise she was making. Eventually, even the
recording of the Zeppelin song was halted, and Nanu was screeching to a silent
space. Realizing the music had ended, she opened her eyes and then paused,
seeing everyone gaping at her.

But then a group at one large table right next to the one

she'd been sitting at burst into derisive laughter, jeering and mocking her,
apparently imitating the sounds she'd been making, and also flailing their
limbs about like they were having seizures. Their faces were screwed up, made
to look like the cursed child jesters that the Roman elite kept at their courts
and made fun of. They were making fun of her!

"Hey, someone get the retard off the stage!"

guffawed one man, still mocking her by slapping a limp hand and forearm against
his chest and making the stupid face. His buddies howled with laughter as he
imitated her sound again.

Until he was spun in his chair and Becky's fist slammed

across his jaw, snapping his head to the right and knocking him out cold.
Everyone at the table went very still, not daring to move as Becky glared at
them all, her blue eyes flashing menacingly.

"Anyone else?" she challenged. The men all stayed

silent, not daring to say a word of move a muscle.

"That's what I thought," she growled, standing up

now and looking down at them in contempt. "Fucking cowards."

She looked over at the door and caught the attention of the

bouncer on shift, an imposing guy named Jake. She tilted her head at the idiot
she'd just coldcocked, and he nodded, knowing he was about to clear out that
table and make them take their unconscious friend home. He'd seen Becky drop
guys before, and it was always justified. If she hadn't dealt with them for
mocking the screaming girl, he might have. Thankfully, it was seen to.

"C'mon, honey," Becky said, walking up to the

stage and removing the mic from Nanu's hands, while she just stared at her
Mistress, seemingly frozen. "Shirley, take over, will you?"

Shirley nodded and got another song going, beginning to sing

again while Becky led Nanu back to her seat. Around the bar, things had
returned to normal. Nanu still seemed silent and very out of sorts. Becky sat
her down and took her hands, smiling at her.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said softly,

caressing the crestfallen girl's cheek. "What they did was wrong. He
deserved to get punched, I promise you."

Nanu looked up at her now, perplexed. "Am I; am I

that awful to listen to, Mistress?"

Becky apparently hesitated a split second too long, because

Nanu seemed aghast at the lack of response. "I am terrible! Please,
Mistress, tell me! How bad am I? Be honest."

A deep breath as Becky composed her thoughts. "Truth,

Nanu?"

The Egyptian girl nodded nervously.

"You; well, it; it sounded like a cat getting run

over by a chariot with knives for wheels," Becky confessed, blushing
while the other teachers looked on, having a fairly good idea what was
happening, even if none of them spoke Latin.

She smiled somewhat wanly. "Maybe; just stick to

dancing, okay? You're so very good at that, after all;”

Nanu slumped back in her chair, seemingly in disbelief, even

failing to notice the table right next to them getting cleared out by the
bouncer. She stared off into space for some seconds, not even noticing the
other Zeppelin song that Shirley was now singing.

"I'm terrible," she murmured to herself.

"Cats getting murdered sounds better than me singing;”

She then blinked and looked at Becky, seemingly her normal

self. "Oh well. May I have more food and another beer now?"

Becky laughed in relief and nodded. No trauma seemed to

affect Nanu for too long. She always had food and fucking to retreat to.

She ordered more hot wings, knowing Nanu felt she had even

more to prove now.

An hour later.

"So you seemed like you had a good time, hmm?"

Becky mentioned as she drove north on the Gardiner, taking them home. It was
quite dark out, and she hoped against hope that Nanu wouldn't be up all night
in the bathroom, or that she wanted to stay awake and fuck, because Becky had
to work in the morning.

"I did, Mistress," Nanu replied, nodding as

she sat in her seat. She wasn't turned sideways with her face plastered to the
window, watching the world race by. In fact, she was sitting rather placidly,
her eyes somewhat unfocused. "And the food was all so good. And I think
I'm drunk."

Becky smiled. "We'll deal with that when we get

home. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Should we do it again?"

"Can we?" Nanu gasped in delight, seemingly

excited. "Let's do it every night!"

"Not every night," laughed the blonde.

"I can't afford to go out to eat and drink every night. But if you're
good, maybe we'll make a treat of it once a week. There are lots of other
places to try as well."

"As long as assholes don't make fun of me for

singing," Nanu sniffed, determined to not get over being impugned.
"I hope they dumped him behind the building and people walking by just
put their dicks in his mouth while he was sleeping."

Becky smirked. Nanu clearly had a vengeful streak in her.

Not that she blamed her, mind. Nanu had to simply watch while Becky meted out
the punishment. She doubted Nanu was capable of inflicting any real damage on
people who slighted her.

"Do you think you can teach me to drive this beast,

Mistress?" the tiny woman asked.

"That's a long way off, honey," Becky

replied. Hell, she doubted Nanu could see over the dashboard and reach the
pedals at the same time. "Let's conquer walking properly in running
shoes before moving on to wheeled death machines, shall we?"

Nanu huffed and crossed her arms, looking put out.

"I wouldn't run down THAT many people;” she

muttered.

Becky's home, half an hour later.

They managed to close the front door behind them before they

fell to their knees, arms wrapped around one another and kissing hungrily. They
moaned as they began removing their clothes, swallowing each other's tongues.
Earlier, Becky had hoped to make it through the night without any romantic
interludes because she had to work tomorrow, but in the car, Nanu had started
being naughty, reaching over and rubbing Becky's crotch or fondling her tits.

It also didn't help when she shimmied down her jeans and

began fingering her cunt, teasing Becky and nearly causing her to drift off the
road more than once. A trucker had cruised by them, looking down at them from
his cab. Nanu had lifted her shirt to show off her tits, as well as stroking
her nether lips plainly for him to see. He'd honked his horn loudly in
approval, despite the late hour.

And Becky was obviously hornier than she'd been willing to

admit, and she couldn't even blame it on alcohol, since she'd only had two
beers and one cosmopolitan. No, she just wanted to fuck, and Nanu was certainly
game. They almost yanked the clothes off one another, finally getting naked
except for their socks. They were still grappling onto each other as they
staggered over to and up the stairs.

"Bathroom, Nanu," Becky mumbled through the

kiss. "We should pee first;”

They managed to make it to the washroom, never letting go.

Becky plunked herself down on the toilet and pulled Nanu into her lap. They
resumed kissing heatedly, pushing together as hard as they could. Becky
shivered and peed, feeling Nanu's cunt squashed to hers. Seconds later, Nanu
moaned and did the same. They both shuddered in delight at the taboo act, but
also the relief they felt. Neither had gone since before they'd left for the
bar.

"Hmm, yes, Mistress," Nanu groaned through

the kiss. "Piss on my cunt;”

"We'll need a shower after this," Becky

panted, her fingers flexing on Nanu's ass cheeks. "We'll fuck in the
shower, honey."

Nanu nodded, still kissing and peeing on her mistress' cunt.

It felt so good to finally let go. It felt like she might not be able to stop,
ever. Eventually, she'd drained herself, and she sighed loudly. She clambered
off Becky and allowed the taller woman to stand. Becky opened the shower and
allowed Nanu to use the faucets as she'd been taught, finding a water
temperature she liked.

They tumbled into the stall together, kissing, fondling and

groping. Their socks were soaked, but neither cared, stripping them off one
another and tossing them aside. Within seconds they were in a heated
sixty-nine, lapping at each other's cunt hungrily, fingering one another's ass.
Nanu moaned and ground back against her Mistress' finger and tongue while
pushing her own deep down into Becky's wanton sex.

"I love you, Mistress," Nanu panted,

squirming and writhing in pleasure. She needed to be fucked so hard! "Make
me cum for you!"

"I love you too, Nanu," Becky gasped,

pushing her middle finger down inside Nanu's ass so that she could feel it
wiggling with her tongue through the thin membrane that separated her orifices.
"I was so proud of you tonight, and I wanted to fuck you all night as
well."

Nanu seized up and shuddered, squealing as she came in

Becky's face. She pushed several fingers inside her lover's cunt, almost
fitting her entire tiny fist in. Becky moaned loudly, pushing up with her hips
as she climaxed. Nanu was almost chewing on her clit as she came.

Barely a second had passed before Nanu had scrambled around

to face down Becky's splayed body, getting between her legs and mashing her
cunt back against her Mistress'. Both women gasped as Nanu began to grind
relentlessly, one of her knees bent and pressed to the floor, while the other
stretched back and under Becky's, keeping them pinned together. Becky was lying
on her back and wailed as she squirmed and gyrated into Nanu.

The smaller girl arched her back and pressed down with her

hips, reveling in the feel of the water inundating them while they fucked.
She'd never felt anything like this until she'd come here to live with her
beloved Re-be-kah. She was always discovering new and wonderful ways to make
love, and it filled her with such a sense of wonder and joy.

They ground shamelessly into one another, gasping and

panting while they girl-fucked desperately. Nanu was almost bouncing back
against Becky, jamming her cunt into her lover's. she shuddered and keened as
Becky reached and grabbed her wrists, pulling back and pinning them. Nanu had
no power over her body now, reliant on Becky for her balance. She squirmed and
writhed even hard, feeling her throbbing clit dueling with her Mistress'.

Becky pulling on Nanu's wrists made her arch her back,

leaning backward and exposing her torso. The thin jets of water from the
showerhead battered her torso, stimulating her already sensitive nipples and
making her clench her teeth to keep from screaming. But she was past the point
of control, feeling herself tumbling toward an orgasm, one that would burst her
senses apart.

She pushed back as hard as she could, her whole body

shaking.

Becky pulled on Nanu's wrists while she pushed up with her

hips.

Both women screamed, the mutual climax crashing over them

until Nanu seemed to pass out, collapsing backward onto Becky, still with her
legs folded in their fucking position. Becky's world spun, and she lay still,
just letting the unreal bliss flood through her. She had no sense of how much
time had passed; all she could feel was the pounding of her heart, Nanu's
weight on her, the pleasure of her orgasm, and the water inundating them.

Finally she stirred, feeling reality slowly come back. She

sensed Nanu lying on top of her still, having not moved. She felt the smaller
girl's legs still locked, and couldn't begin to imagine how Nanu hadn't snapped
in half. Becky did yoga, but she had no clue how Nanu was doing this.

Jesus, what is her spine made of? Rubber?

"Nanu?" she whispered, reaching up to

caress her lover now, hopefully wake her gently. "Nanu, wake up, my
love;”

The Egyptian girl stirred and let out a small sigh. Becky

put her hands on the back of Nanu's shoulders and slowly pushed her upright
until Nanu was kneeling over her hips once again, their pussies still glued
together.

Nanu stretched and rubbed her eyes. "Mistress?"

"That was a really good one, honey," Becky

cooed, smiling and massaging Nanu's very available bum. "I thought you
passed out."

"I think I did," replied the smaller girl,

still getting her bearing. "But I came oh so very good, Mistress."

"I did too," Becky agreed. "We

should wash up and get to bed. I have to teach tomorrow;”

They stood and washed one another off, stopping to kiss and

fondle along the way. Finally, Becky led Nanu out and dried her off, letting
her go pee one final time before they retired to the bedroom. Some minutes
later, they were lying in the dark, wrapped up naked in one another, faces
close enough their lips were brushing when they spoke.

"Today was wonderful, Mistress," Nanu

whispered, feeling so safe under these warm blankets and in Re-be-kah's arms.
"I can't wait to do it again."

"We will again next week, my love," Becky

assured her. "But if you thought that was fun, wait until the Friday
when you get to meet the people who made me who I am today, my teachers."

"I still don't know how that'll be fun,"

Nanu sighed. "Teachers are boring and cruel. Except you, of course."

"Not these two, my love," Becky said with a

smile. Nanu couldn't see it, but she could feel it, since her Mistress' lips
were touching hers. "To be honest, once you meet them, and see where
they live, I'm pretty sure I'll have a hard time getting you back here."

"I love living here in your palace with you, Mistress,"

Nanu sighed happily, snuggling into Becky. "I never want to be anywhere
else."

Just wait until you see more of your new world before you

decide that, my love; Becky thought before sleep closed her eyes and
carried her off.

The next morning.

Nanu cackled in delight as she skidded down in the hall in

her socks, which was the only item of clothing she was wearing. She trotted to
a stop near the spare bedroom, the one that was in theory 'hers', and then
turned around and lunged before beginning to skid again, gliding along the
wooden floor back to Becky's room. How could anyone ever get tired of doing
this?

Once she was tired of it, she skipped into Becky's bedroom

and plunked down on the carpet in front of the tall body mirror. She examined
herself closely, still stunned by how gorgeous she was. She pressed the bottoms
of her feet together and then used her fingers to spread her cunt wide, taking
a good long look inside herself. No Roman had ever had a speculum
as clear as this one, and her Mistress had several. She certainly lived like a
queen, even if she said she wasn't terribly wealthy. People of the tomorrow
were so modest!

Naturally, she turned herself on and started masturbating. She

then remembered that Mistress had shown her where she kept her little supply of
'toys' and went over to the drawer. She'd told Nanu she could use any of them
as long as she was careful. She opened the drawer and stared at the objects in
wonder.

One of them was long and slender, and silvery. Mistress was

very modest if she had a sex toy made of silver. She remembered what she'd been
shown and she twisted the bottom of the device, giggling in delight as it began
to buzz in her hand. There was a legend among her Egyptian people that Queen
Cleopatra had pleasured herself by putting bees inside a small, thin gourd and
then shoving it in her cunt, where the vibrations of angry bees would make her
cum.

Nanu doubted there were bees in her Mistress' toy, and she made

it stop before picking up some others. She looked at another one, turning it
around in her hand. It looked and almost felt like a real cock, and it
was a decent size, too. A third one was a bright color, one her Mistress had
called 'pink'. What a silly word for a color!

The silly pink one also had a little stem near the base,

which looked like the tail of an earwig. Mistress had told her it was meant to
stimulate her clit while the rest was inside her. Nanu thought she'd best wait
until Mistress was home before trying that one out.

Finally, she found a silvery little ball, sort of shaped

like an egg, and Mistress had explained that it also vibrated. Nanu had seen
the toys her Flavian mistress had kept, and they were nothing like this; cocks
made of lacquered wood or heavy bronze, often in unique shapes that didn't
exactly look like; men's cocks. Her mistress had been like every other wealthy
Roman woman that way. It was just best to not know.

Nanu sat on the carpet again and then figured out how to

activate the silvery egg-thing. She felt it vibrating in her hand and then
giggled and shivered as she placed it gently against one of her nipples. It
felt so different and so good! She slowly trailed it down her
body until it reached her clit. She sucked in a lungful of air and gasped as
she shuddered at the sensation. It made her whole body tingle! She wanted one
of her own now so that she and Mistress could do this together.

She squirmed and writhed on the carpet, lying on her back

and biting her lip while she buzzed her clit with the little egg. Finally, she
got brave enough that she dragged it down over her slippery, sticky cuntlips
and then pushed it inside.

Nanu almost launched herself off the carpet, her eyes wide

as she yelped in shock.

She scrambled up onto the bed and pushed herself back

against the headboard, her eyes wide as she watched the silvery egg buzz away
on the carpet where she'd hastily left it. She hadn't been expecting that.
Her heart was pounding and her chest heaving. But Mistress said she loved it!
What were the women of tomorrow made from that they could withstand that?

Nanu composed herself and then got back on the floor,

turning off the egg and taking it to the bathroom. Mistress had instructed her
to leave any toys she'd used there for cleaning when she got home. She took a
deep breath and decided to just climax the traditional way, with her fingers.
She frigged herself to a much-needed orgasm, and then realized she was hungry
again. She put on socks and went downstairs.

The cold box held her food, and she chose carefully; she'd

been told to not eat all the prepared food at once. Nanu hated making
choices at the best of times, so making choices about food was almost painful.
She finally decided on another par-fait and also some bread with the delicious
peanut butter. Once situated at the table with her goodies, she dug in,
thoroughly enjoying herself. Her stomach had complained overnight, no doubt
about the spicy food she'd eaten when they were out, but to her (and Mistress')
relief, she hadn't destroyed her asshole again.

Food was followed by music, and Nanu danced around gaily,

laughing and clapping to the songs. Mistress had given her several playlists
with different types of music, and all she had to do was press a buh-ton to
change them. First Zeppli, then Kuh-ween, then another song she loved that saw
her bouncing and almost rampaging around the living room like a wild woman as
it played.

"You've been; thunderstruck!"

The man singing was more screaming than anything, and Nanu

thought he must be constipated, but she loved the music and the rhythm. What
she didn't know yet was what the instruments that made all these wonderful
sounds looked like. She would need to have Mistress show her.

The song ended and Nanu collapsed on the living room carpet,

breathing heavily and smiling up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe how
wonderful life had become. Except for a few minor mishaps, her life was
infinitely better than it had ever been as a slave. She ate good food, ate it
when she wanted, she was clean as often as she wanted, she was warmer than
she'd ever been, she had new music to dance to, and she could fuck as often as
she pleased.

Nanu loved being a woman of tomorrow.

To be continued in part 15. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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