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The Time Riders: Part 15
Modern Servitude Compared To Ancient.

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Mooredale Secondary.

Becky was pinching her eyes as she listened to one of her

students try to explain how light was both a wave and a particle. He was
saying 'umm...' so often that she began to think she was listening to the Prime
Minister. Well, that wasn't fair, the PM was a Gen X'er, it was kind of their
thing and all of them did it, with a few notable exceptions.

"Thank you, Cory, please sit down before you hurt

yourself," she sighed, sitting up straight while the students all
snickered at Cory. He sat, blushing. Becky put her glasses back on. She didn't
need them, but she thought it helped with the image she meant to convey.
"People, I gave you this assignment over two weeks ago, and you need to be
able to articulate this on your final exam. Does anyone know how to
answer this question?"

Becky groaned inwardly when Gina Felton put her hand up. She

gestured resignedly for the student to stand.

"Light acts or can be measured as a particle or a wave

depending on when and how you try to observe it," the smarmy student
began. Becky, along with most of the students, just shut their eyes. The bell
didn't ring soon enough for Becky's liking, but she needed to get these twerps
out of here.

"Don't forget, assignments on radiation due

tomorrow!" she called after them while they all hurried out of the
classroom. She wished she actually kept a bottle of whiskey in her desk drawer
sometimes. Mark had avoided looking at her as he left, as if trying to dodge a
velociraptor. Thank God she couldn't get out of eventually giving him a passing
grade, because he definitely didn't deserve anything more than a Z-minus.

"Another day with the peerless minds of the

future?" she heard Kay drawl from the door. "Don't worry, babe, moron
students have always been a thing. Do you know about a TV show called 'Welcome
Back, Kotter'?"

"Yeah, I used to watch reruns of it with my dad was I

was little," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "These kids aren't funny
enough to be Sweathogs, though."

"Maybe, but you get through to the ones that

count," the older woman said, strolling in and pulling a chair around to
sit in backward, straddling the seat and resting her arms on the back.
"They can't all be thick as shit, can they?"

"Most of them are in your classes too, so you have the

same info I do," muttered the blonde, removing her glasses and rubbing her
temples. "They really took it out of me today, I can't wait to get back
home so that Nanu can f’

She pursed her mouth shut and stopped talking. She looked at

Kay, who was smiling slyly.

"I knew it," the teacher breathed, wagging

a finger. "You do have something going on with Nanu, you're bi,
Fischer."

"Fine," Becky said, rolling her eyes. "It's

preferable to having everyone thinking that I'm boffing Simmons in any
event."

"None of the gals would blame you," Kay said

coyly, smirking. "Besides, if you're looking after that Nanu girl for the
rest of her life, looking after you is the least she can do."

"Gross, Kay," Becky said, frowning. "She

didn't trade in being a slave to become a prostitute. I want her to
thrive."

"Just keep her from singing," laughed her

co-worker. "Ya' gonna bring her out again to our next bitching fest?"

"She'll want to go, as long as there's food and

Zeppli," Becky said, standing now. She needed to get out of here. "We
have a play date this Friday, actually, with my profs from university."

"Oh, wow, you mean the Viking god and the zillionaire

heiress you told us about?" Kay queried. "Lucky bitch. Can you take
pics?"

"Probably not the sort of visit one takes pics of, or

at least doesn't share," Becky pointed out, gathering up her things from
the desk. "It's going to blow Nanu away, I'm pretty sure."

"Ya' wouldn't need to be Nanu the slave to be blown

away, trust me," Kay pointed out. "In any event, don't forget the
audit tomorrow. The suits are coming in to make sure we're teaching the right
way and being inclusive about grades."

"I am so fucked;” Becky grumbled, stuffing her

cellphone in her purse.

Home.

"So what new and exciting things did you do today?"

Becky asked as she sat Nanu down for dinner. They were trying meatloaf in gravy
tonight, along with mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. Nanu was almost
drooling as she looked at the food.

"I tried some of your toys out," Nanu said,

waiting while Becky put butter on the carrots. "I got scared and quit
after trying to use one of them."

"Let me guess, the egg?" Becky mused,

smirking. Nanu nodded. "I thought that one might freak you out. Don't
worry, I'll show you how to use all of them safely, and then you'll love them.
What else did you get up to?"

"I followed your instructions about using the

lapp-topp," Nanu continued, poking the mashed potatoes with her fork.
It smelled good, but looked like lumpy white shit. How strange. But Mistress
had them on her plate too, so Nanu was clearly missing something. "I
looked at pictures of Kana-da, and of Rome, and of my home;”

"Rome probably doesn't look anything like you

remember it," Becky said, sitting down finally and pouring wine for
each of them. It was actually Falernian wine she'd brought back with Mark from
their initial visit to Imperial Rome, where they'd first met Nanu. She intended
to bring a bottle or two along for the playdate on Friday.

Nanu nodded. "It is all ruins. The mighty Romans

have fallen. They were not as strong as they thought. Who destroyed them,
Mistress?"

Becky shrugged as she began to eat. She had made sure Nanu

could use her cutlery properly, and Nanu watched her for cues about how to
proceed. "It was a slow decline, my love, over a few hundred years. But
there were nomadic tribes called Huns who began the fall, and then the people
of Germania finished it, the tribes you call Goths."

Nanu made a face. "The tall, smelly straw-heads?

They made Rome fall? Where are they today?"

Becky didn't know quite how to answer that question. Did she

talk about Germany and the Third Reich? Would that make sense to Nanu? Or the
fact that they were the industrial engine of Europe?

She almost laughed at the thought of trying to explain

'goth' subculture to Nanu.

"What is this called, Mistress?" Nanu

asked, masticating on a mouthful of food. She tapped with the fork at the
steaming brown mass on her plate. "It's very good, if hot."

"Meatloaf," Becky replied. "It's the

ground-up meat of a cow and pig, held together with oats and egg, that baked in
my oven. It's like a meat cake covered in gravy."

"Gray-vee;” Nanu said, looking at the sauce curiously.

It occurred to Becky that Nanu had no analogue for gravy in her own era, and
Becky had no damn idea when gravy had been invented. She'd just ask two people
she was certain would know when she saw them on Friday. She swore those two
knew everything.

"I like everyone we have met so far, Mistress,"

Nanu said, resuming eating. "Even Steve, after he let me try his fire
chicken. That hurt so bad overnight, Mistress."

"I know, baby, and he won't do it again,"

Becky assured her. "The next time you eat hot wings, it'll be because
you like them and want to. He's probably just glad to know he's not on your
grudge list."

Nanu nodded. "I had an invideo list when I lived in

Rome."

"That doesn't surprise me," Becky chuckled.

"You wrote down the names of people who pissed you off so that you take
revenge one day?"

"Well, no," Nanu admitted, blushing a

little. "I was a slave, I didn't have a stylus or any parchment or things
to write on. When I was mad at someone, or they hurt me and I was crying, I'd
lie in my straw and I'd close my eyes and whisper their name into my palm to
help me remember it."

"Did that work?"

"No, I usually forgot," the Egyptian girl

grumbled. "My memory is shit."

"I'm sorry," Becky said, snickering and

trying to control herself. "I promise you, my love, I'm not laughing at
you. You just have a funny way of saying things."

Nanu sniffed indignantly and continued eating her food. At

least food understood her and didn't mock her.

Except for the burning chicken. She'd be whispering into her

palm about it that night, for sure.

Friday morning, finally.

"Should I be nervous, Mistress?" Nanu asked

while Becky was setting out her clothes, humming to herself. Nanu still didn't
have the hang of coordinating her outfits, and left to her own judgement, she
usually ended up looking like a crazy homeless person. Ergo, Becky was in
charge of dressing her for when they went out.

"Even I'm a little nervous, but I always am when I

see my profs," the blonde told her, smiling. "It's been about
three years since I last got together with them, we met up at a certain club.
But I'm also feeling excited. I always have the time of my life when I'm with
them."

"You're the only person I know of who's ever felt

that way about their teachers, then," Nanu said, sitting naked on the
bed and watching. "Except for maybe M-ark, but he gets to fuck you."

"Just wait until you meet my teachers, then,"

Becky replied, smiling slyly as she held up a shirt for Nanu to wear.

Fifteen minutes later.

"This is not the same direction we went to meet your

other friends," Nanu observed, looking out the window as they drove.
There were fewer of the giant buildings, the so-called 'sky-scrapers', and many
of the domiciles were larger, more ornate, with larger spans of grass than at
other houses she'd seen. "Do wealthy farmers live in these places?"

Becky snickered. Since the area they were driving through

was not overly urban, with buildings heaped on top of buildings, Nanu thought
they were visiting a rural area. Affluent suburbs like this must have felt
strange. "No, wealthy people live in places like this, but they're not
farmers. These are like the villas of wealthy Romans, I guess, like the
Flavians. They're politicians, lawyers, merchants;”

"Do your teachers live here?" Nanu asked.

"No, not quite," Becky said, still driving

and wondering what Nanu would think when they reached their destination. "It's
hard to describe, just wait and see."

They continued driving until they turned onto the Bridle

Path, and Nanu was gazing in wonder at all the endless trees that concealed the
neighborhood from public view. They began passing houses, all of which were
affluent, of course, but weren't much more impressive than the ones they'd
passed to get here.

Then they began reaching the oldest estates, and Nanu's eyes

grew wide. The lots grew in size, and sometimes she almost couldn't see the
houses. Endless grass and trees, and the houses Nanu could see were huge.

Becky was feeling a tingle of excitement as she turned up a

long, winding driveway, lined with trees. Some carefully arranged rocks at the
entrance had the letters of a word carved into them, but Nanu only caught a
glimpse of it as they turned.

BLACKWELL

"Was that word in the big letters a name, Mistress?"

she asked.

Becky nodded. She hadn't been here for some years. "The

family name is Blackwell. This place is over a hundred years old."

"Black; weh;” Nanu said slowly.

Nanu was staring at all the trees and the extensive lawn

with its topiary when Becky got her attention. "Here we are, darling."

Nanu's eyes widened when she saw what they were approaching.

The long, massive building was made of gleaming white stone, stretching a long
way in either direction. A great fountain in the middle of the black road
greeted them, and they circled around it to stop in front of the place.

"I no longer think you are wealthy, Mistress,"

Nanu murmured, gaping out her window as Becky turned off her car, sitting still
for several seconds and staring at the steering wheel.

The blonde took a breath. "Okay; I'm ready;”

"Quid est?" Nanu asked. Mistress had been

speaking her dreadful En-gush.

"Sorry, honey," Becky said, squeezing

Nanu's hand. "I was just getting myself ready;”

She got out of the car while Nanu tried to unbuckle herself.

Becky came around and opened her door, letting Nanu out before they turned and
walked up the short flight of marble stairs to the big white doors. Someone was
already waiting for them, a serious-looking woman in grey clothes.

"Is that one of your teachers?" Nanu asked

quietly as she held Becky's hand. "She looks like a teacher."

"Miss Fischer, welcome," the woman said, smiling

and nodding her head. "I am Tatyana, seneschal for Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne."

"Thank you, Tatyana," Becky said, coming up the

stairs. "Please, call me Becky, and this is Nanu."

"Hello, Nanu," Tatyana said, smiling.

"Hi," Nanu said, remembering how to greet someone

and holding up her hand to wave.

"Nanu doesn't speak English, we communicate in

Latin," Becky explained. Nanu figured her Mistress was telling the stern
woman how she didn't speak En-gush, so she just listened quietly.

"Then you will need to be my translator, since I

confess that aside from English, I only speak Russian, and no Latin,"
Tatyana replied, gesturing for them to enter and then following. They stopped
in the grand foyer, and Nanu was Uhking around, her jaw almost on the floor.

"I'm sorry if we're early, I didn't want to compete

with traffic," Becky confessed, handing the seneschal a bag in which she
was carrying two bottles. "And I've always been terrified of being late
where the profs are concerned, so better to be early. I brought some wine I
thought they might enjoy."

Tatyana nodded. "They are in a virtual conference call

at the moment. I have standing orders to make you both as comfortable as
possible until they greet you. Let me call the staff, and we'll get
started."

Nanu watched as the stern woman brought her wrist up to her

face and spoke quietly into some device wrapped around it. She then put her
wrist down and waited patiently. Nanu was still looking all around, as if her
head was on a swivel. The ceilings were so very tall! Everything was white,
with gilding. The giant staircase at the back of the entrance hall was flanked
by two huge suits of armour, each of them holding a menacing weapon. Nanu
resisted the urge to hide behind her Mistress.

What kind of teachers were these?

Soon, she heard people approaching, and then they were

assembling behind Tatyana. When they'd all fallen into place, Tatyana began
introductions.

"Right, as you lot might have heard, Mr. and Mrs.

DeBourne have some special guests today. "I would like to introduce Ms.
Rebecca Fischer, and her friend, Nanu."

"Welcome," they all said in unison, nodding,

except for two women in strange black dresses trimmed in white, who did a
graceful little bow that also bent their knees.

"Miss Fischer, I'll let my people introduce

themselves," Tatyana said, gesturing to the staff. Becky stepped forward,
bringing Nanu with her, and she started at one end of the line.

"My name's Dave, senior landscaper," the gruff

looking man said, shaking Becky's hand. He was positively ancient by Nanu's
assessment, bald on top with greyish hair on the sides of his head and his
moustache and beard. He looked rugged and tough for a grandfather.

Next up, she greeted a young and handsome black man. "I

am Yolatunde, but please, call me Tunde," he said, shaking her hand.
"I am the junior landscaper."

"Please call me Becky," the blonde said, smiling.

She felt Nanu tugging on her arm and looked down at her.

"They have a Nubian slave?" the Egyptian

girl asked, hardly able to keep the wonder out of her voice.

Becky chose to not try and address this issue right now, and

would simply have to see to it before Nanu said anything awkward. The woman she
now stood in front of was tall, rangy and strongly built. She had her dirty
blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her denim overalls did little
to hide her curves or her large bust. Her hazel eyes reflected her good-natured
smirk. "Andrea, mechanic, plumber, and electrician for the estate."

"Can I call you if I ever need my plumbing

flushed?" Becky asked as she shook Andrea's hand, feeling something pass
between them. Andrea laughed heartily. Yes, this girl would be fun indeed. Nanu
seemed in awe of how imposing this woman's build was, not unlike a gladiatrix
from Rome, but taller.

"Glenda, estate chauffeuse," said another woman,

smartly dressed in a grey outfit and wearing an odd little cap Nanu couldn't
quite figure out. "If you need to go anywhere while you're staying with
us, don't even think of driving yourself, I'll take care of it. It's how
the bosses would want it."

"Don't I know it," Becky laughed, moving down the

line. She shook hands with Marie, a slight, frizzy-haired woman in glasses who
was the botanist and gardener for the estate. She had a French accent, and
Becky was relieved she'd kept up with her French, not only because she was
afraid the profs would quiz her.

"Hey, I'm Ari," said a smartly dressed young man

with dark hair and eyes and tan features. He was handsome, for sure, but he
gave off a gay vibe. "Cybersecurity for the estate. You won't mind if I
lock your phone down while you're here, will you? For your own protection as
much as anything. It's a good idea to be behind our firewall."

"Do what you need to do, Ari, I know it's what the

profs would want," Becky said, readily handing over her phone to him. Next
in line was a sturdy woman wearing an apron and looking like she'd just come
from the kitchen.

"Theresa," she said pleasantly. "Estate chef

and sommelier. The pleasure is mine, and just let me know what your culinary
preferences are."

"I'm willing to bet you're going to be Nanu's new

favorite person," Becky replied, smirking down at Nanu, who heard her name
but had no idea what was going on. She'd just have to wait for her Mistress to
tell her.

"Hi, I'm Trilby, senior housekeeper," said one of the

women in the black dresses. She had light brown hair and was wearing strange
things over her eyes. They reminded Nanu of the 'glasses' her Mistress
sometimes wore, but these obscured the woman's eyes from view. "If you're
staying' over, I'll be seeing to your sleeping arrangements."

"Well, I doubt we are this time, but if that changes,

you'll be the first to know," Becky said readily. She hadn't been to
Blackwell Manor in some years, so the idea appealed to her.

Lastly, they greeted an enthusiastic young woman, in another

black outfit, but it was markedly different from the one the taller girl wore.
This outfit was short and tight, and Nanu ended up staring right at the girl's
big tits, which were in her face. Her legs were also visible, and if she moved
just right, Nanu was sure she could see her undergarments.

"Hi, I'm Valentina, junior housekeeper, but just call

me Val," the girl chirped, smiling brightly. Her dark brown hair was worn
in a bob, and her brown eyes radiated cheerfulness. Nanu wasn't certain but she
also looked like she might have cat ears on top of her head. What was this
creature?

"Just call me Becky, please, I'm only Miss Fischer when

I'm in trouble with your bosses," Becky said, shaking her hand. "And
hopefully I'll manage to avoid that with the profs today."

"That all depends on how you answer certain questions,

Miss Fischer," Tatyana almost seemed to quip, making several staff members
chuckle. What on earth was that about? She didn't like feeling paranoid around
the profs.

"Right," Tatyana announced, turning to look at her

staff. "Carry on with your normal routines; if I have need of any of you,
I'll call for you. Dismissed."

Everyone nodded and then dispersed, leaving Tatyana with

Becky and Nanu. The only other one who remained behind was Theresa, and she
waited patiently. Nanu was once again, looking around the huge foyer, Uhking at
everything.

"Hopefully your hosts won't be detained too long,"

Tatyana said, checking her watch. "Perhaps some food or coffee while
you're waiting?"

Becky now looked down at Nanu. "Honey, Theresa here

is the archimagirus for the estate. She is asking if you would like to eat
while we wait for my teachers."

The tiny girl nodded readily. Theresa smiled and bent over

slightly, her hands on her knees. This girl Nanu was adorable! "Nanu, what
would you like to eat?"

Nanu figured out what was being asked, and she had her

answer ready.

"Ba-lo;” she said missing a beat.

Theresa looked at Jenny for a moment. "Ba-lo?"

"Bologna," Becky sighed, shaking her head.

"It is, without question, her favorite food, believe me."

"But I can make just about anything she likes,"

Theresa pointed out, seeming confused. "Why would she just want something
as simple as that?"

"We don't have taste buds like she does," Becky

explained, while Nanu opened her mouth and pointed inside it, then smiled and
licked her lips while rubbing her tummy. She looked like Nibbles the Mouse from
old Tom and Jerry cartoons. "I think she's addicted to nitrates and
preservatives, despite what havoc they wreak on her digestive tract. She was an
actual slave where she comes from, so I'm pretty sure she has an iodine
deficiency, she loves salt."

"Oh, the poor thing," Theresa cooed, taking Nanu

by the hand and leading her toward the small dining room. "In that case,
I'll give her all the bologna she wants."

"Ba-lo," Nanu said readily, willing to let this

unknown person take her anywhere if she was going to get fed. Becky walked
along behind, along with Tatyana, who watched intently.

"A very interesting life you lead, Miss Fischer,"

the seneschal mused.

"Tatyana, I wouldn't even know where to begin these

days;” Becky sighed.

Thirty minutes later.

Nanu was still sitting at the table, eating happily and

drinking milk while Becky and Theresa sat with her, the latter watching with no
small amount of fascination.

"Goodness, she can certainly pack it away for such a

little thing," Theresa mused. "I daresay she might give the lord of
the manor or his son Alex a run for their money. Does she have two hollow
legs?"

"She's not a slave anymore, so I stressed to her that

she's always welcome to eat as much as she wants," Becky said, still
feeling a certain morbid fascination in watching Nanu plow through everything
she was offered. "Sometimes I just forget exactly what she's capable
of."

"Well, as long as she doesn't explode and poor Val and

Trilby have to clean her up," Theresa said. "She ate that whole slab
of organic bologna I brought out, and now she's killing my brisket."

"And less than a week ago, she thought cow meat was a

lowly peasant food," Becky sighed, eating her own croissant and having a
coffee. It was still breakfast after all, but Nanu's metabolism knew no time
zones. "I have yet to find a food she won't eat. She literally destroyed
an entire pound of suicide wings the other night at a pub, even though it just
about blew her head off. She's kind of relentless."

"Good morning, Miss Fischer," said a very elderly

gentleman in a clipped but friendly English accent as he entered the room.
"It has been some years, hasn't it?"

"Oh my goodness, Mister Winson," Becky said

happily as she stood up and hugged the new arrival. Nanu even paused and looked
up from her brisket to see what was happening. She put down her food and stood
up, coming around the table now. She was trying to remember the manners Becky
had taught her. Since she'd been a slave and had to stand when, well, anyone
was in the room, it wasn't that hard for her to keep in mind. "It's so
good to see you again, sir!"

"It is good to see you as well, my dear, but please,

call me Jordan," the man said, returning the hug. "I'm retired now,
and simply a member of the family, so I'm told."

"Okay, but call me Becky, then, or at least

Rebecca," she replied, smiling up at him. She hadn't seen Jordan in many
years, but he seemed the same as ever, crisp and dignified.

She turned to Nanu and gestured for her to come closer.

"Nanu, come here and say hello, this man is named Jordan."

"Jor-dah," the tiny girl repeated as she walked

right up to Jordan and hugged him, just as she'd seen her Mistress do.

"Oh, hello," Jordan said, somewhat surprised by

the greeting, but adapting to it readily. Theresa, who was standing nearby,
couldn't resist letting out an 'Awe!' sound at the sight. "It's very nice
to meet you, young lady."

"Sorry, she doesn't speak English, we communicate in

Latin," Becky explained as Nanu finally finished the hug. She helped
Jordan sit while Nanu returned to her seat and continued showing the brisket
who was in charge.

"I admit, my conversational Latin is about as rusty as

my joints, but I'll endeavor to make myself understood," Jordan said while
Theresa served him some tea. They discussed Nanu's phony background for some
time, with other staff members occasionally coming in and out. Nanu seemed very
taken with Val's tits, and made no bones about it. Val giggled as Nanu bent
over in her chair and tried to look up her skirt.

Nanu seemed to have finally been sated when Tatyana came

back into the room, smiling. "Your hosts are finally out of their meeting
now and ready to receive you, Miss Fischer. If you would both please follow
me;”

Becky thanked Theresa for the food (Nanu hugged her), and

then excused herself from Jordan before following Tatyana out of the informal
dining room. They went back through the long halls, arriving at the grand foyer
again. Tatyana then took them up the stairs. Nanu only tripped twice, because
she was so busy Uhking at everything around her.

Up to the third floor they went, and Tatyana led them toward

a lounge. The seneschal stopped outside the room and nodded her head. "If
you have any needs, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will make sure we see to them. It's
been a pleasure, Miss Fischer."

Becky nodded and watched as Tatyana turned and left. She

took another deep breath and then took hold of the doorknob, opening the door
and walking in, gesturing for Nanu to wait in the hall for a moment. The
Egyptian girl nodded and stood still.

"Rebecca Nightingale Fischer!" chimed a heavenly

voice, making Becky squeal with delight. She trotted up and threw herself into
the bronze-haired beauty's embrace, laughing in relief. How she'd missed these
hugs. "It is so good to see you again, my dear!"

"It's so good to see you both as well," Becky

breathed, feeling her eyes sting at the sight of the two people who'd had more
of an influence on her than anyone else in her life, her parents included.
Karen DeBourne's hypnotic golden eyes shone with happiness. Next to her towered
her husband, his electric blue eyes holding her spellbound. He cast a shadow
over her, because he was so tall and so muscular. "I left Nanu in the
hallway for a sec, just in case I started crying. May I get her?"

The huge blond man nodded. Becky went back to the door and

gestured for Nanu to come in, her smile a reassuring one.

Nanu took her hand and came into the room, looking around,

but a split second later, she dropped to her knees, her hands pressed to the
floor and her head hung. She was almost shaking and they could hear her gasping
and mumbling.

"Nanu?" Becky said, very confused by the

reaction. She got it; meeting The DeBournes for the first time, especially
Michael DeBourne, could be intimidating, since he was almost seven feet tall
and solid muscle. But this was a rather extreme reaction, and Becky hadn't
expected it. "Nanu, are you okay?"

Nanu kept mumbling, but she was trembling almost violently,

refusing to look up.

"You're speaking to her in Latin," the tall,

bronze-haired woman said.

Becky nodded. "She doesn't speak English, and I don't

speak her native tongue, but she speaks Latin, so that's how we
communicate," she said, still not at all sure what was going on. Was Nanu that
frightened?

"You said she's Egyptian, yes?" Karen asked. Becky

nodded. Karen stepped forward slightly and then spoke. "Nanu, alraja'
alwuquf."

The tiny girl didn't comply with the request to stand, just

trembling harder and still mumbling.

"Well, she doesn't speak Arabic," Karen mused, her

finger under her chin. Becky seemed at a loss, which did not go unnoticed by
her hosts. She looked up at her husband. "Not Arabic."

Mike nodded and took over, his voice deep and commanding.

"Nanu, I want you to stand up."

At hearing her native Coptic tongue, Nanu paused in her

mumbling, going silent. She even stopped trembling. Slowly, very slowly, she
pushed herself off her hands, getting to her knees and then rising to her feet.
She resolutely kept her head down, though, looking at the floor.

"Look up at us, Nanu," the huge man said.

Nanu slowly lifted her head, and her light hazel eyes were brittle with fear,
but also sheer awe. Her vision was filled with the sight of these two
unfathomably tall and beautiful beings, the likes of which she had never
conceived of. Even her Mistress was downright plain compared to them. Her mouth
moved, but no sound came out.

"So we need to speak Coptic to her and not

Arabic," Karen concluded, observing the girl. "She must be from a
very remote part of Egypt indeed."

"Oh my God," Becky groaned in exasperation,

looking at the ceiling and almost stomping her foot. "Am I the only
person I know who doesn't speak this dead language?"

Karen looked up at her husband. "Coptic, and not

liturgically, and Latin. Rather odd, I daresay." She looked at Becky now.
"That must be taxing for you both, needing to speak in Latin to make it in
an English world."

"You don't know the half of it, Lady Prof," Becky

admitted. "I've never seen her react like that before, and she terrified
of almost anything she can't eat."

Karen now stepped directly in front of Nanu, knelt and took the

tiny girl's hands in hers. Nanu's eyes snapped wide open at the contact, her
pupils shrinking in little more than pinholes.

"Nanu," Karen said softly, smiling as she

spoke in Coptic. "Welcome to our home. I am so happy that you are here."

Nanu heard Becky call out in panic while her eyes rolled up

into her head and she crumpled to the floor.

A few minutes later.

"Well, you weren't kidding about the extreme reaction

to things," Mike mused as he and Becky watched while Karen was sitting on
the long chesterfield with Nanu lying on her, the Egyptian girl's head in her
lap. She hadn't quite come to yet, and Karen was stroking her hair gently.
"Any idea what that was about?"

Becky was somewhat reticent to answer, since she wasn't even

sure what to say. She finally decided that she needed to be honest. "I;
well, this is going to sound ridic, but I think she thinks you're gods."

Karen looked up from the couch, one of her eyebrows raised.

"You're right, Rebecca, that does indeed sound 'ridic'. What impossibly
remote corner of Egypt could she possibly come from where polytheistic beliefs
still hold sway?"

"It's; hard and weird to explain," Becky confessed

rather lamely. At that moment, Valentina came in, and she was holding a small
silver tray with an array of food on it. She handed it to Mike, curtsied, and
exited the room. The huge man brought the tray to his wife, who examined the
contents for a moment before picking up a rolled-up piece of Theresa's homemade
bologna. She held it under Nanu's nose.

"Even better than smelling salts," Becky muttered

as she heard Nanu sniff something, and even before she'd opened her eyes, she
leaned forward enough to take the proffered meat in her mouth.

"Ba-lo;” she said somewhat dazedly, chewing away. Becky

and Mike watched as Nanu ate the bologna while Karen just stroked her hair. It
was some moments before Nanu looked up and realized where she was, scrambling
off her host's lap, and prostrating herself on the floor, trembling and
mumbling again. Karen and Mike looked at one another while Becky sighed and
bent down to gently haul Nanu to her feet. She still wouldn't look at them,
though.

"We didn't mean to interrupt, Rebecca, please

resume," Mike said. "Why does she think we're gods?"

Here we go.

"Well, she's never seen anyone quite like either of

you, physically," Becky began. "And where she's from, there's’

She felt a little tickle in her throat and she coughed

rather harshly.

"Are you quite all right, darling?" the gorgeous

matriarch asked, curious.

"Sorry," Becky rasped, waving it off. "I felt

the tickle earlier in my throat when I was drinking coffee. Your chef Theresa
put chicory in it, didn't she?"

"She's been known to, yes," Karen confirmed,

nodding. "Do you have an allergy?"

"A very mild reaction, but sometimes it can flare up,"

the blonde said, puzzled. "Anyway, I’

She paused to take another breath, her throat was still

scratchy. The more she wanted to say something, the more she felt the itch.
What on earth?

"Could I; possibly borrow a piece of paper and a

writing implement?" she asked.

Karen walked over to a small credenza in the corner and

returned with a small steno pad and pencil. Nanu was still staring at the two
terrifying and wondrous beings, her mouth dry and her eyes rather wet. Karen
handed the paper and pencil to Becky, who tried to write something.

The tip of the pencil broke off. Karen tilted her head for a

moment and then returned to her desk, coming back with a fountain pen, offering
it to her guest. Becky pressed it to the paper, but the ink just spilled out of
the tip, flooding the small square of paper.

"Goodness," Karen said, quickly ducking low and

putting another, larger page of paper she'd brought back under the steno pad,
catching any ink that rolled off and threatened to stain her priceless rug.
"Michael, perchance can Rebecca use your Rubus? I left mine back in the
office."

The giant man pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and

handed it to Becky, having unlocked it. Karen had already carefully taken the
steno pad and fountain pen from her guest, walking them over to a small waste
basket to safely dispose of them. Becky intended to use the text or document
function to explain herself, but Mike's device winked out.

"I think the battery just died," she said, handing

it back to him. "Entirely."

"What did I tell your father about having these

batteries made in Guangzhou?" Mike asked as he looked down at his wife
while putting the Rubus back in his pocket. "They skimp on the lithium,
meaning the wiring degrades at least fifty percent more quickly."

"Duly noted, your lordship," Karen sighed, shaking

her head. "Yet another thing to bring up to the board at the next meeting.
New batteries from elsewhere will mean tweaking the programming. That will
cause some grumbling. I'm sorry, Rebecca, you were saying?"

Becky seemed somewhat irked. She walked over to one of the

window looking out over the back lot and leaned in, breathing on it. She'd try
to write it there. Surely condensation would be her friend?

"Those windows are thermochromic, my dear," Karen

mentioned, still watching. "Not only are they slightly warm, but they have
a coating on them that prevents condensation buildup, generally."

"Nanu?" Becky called, snapping the smaller girl

out of her trance. Nanu glanced at her Mistress and Becky beckoned her over with
a finger. The blonde down and whispered in her ear. "Nanu, please tell
them that you are from Imperial Rome."

"No," Nanu whispered back, shaking her head

and sounding very nervous. "They won't believe me, and they'll punish
me. Please, Mistress, don't make me do it;”

"Rebecca," Mike called over, his deep voice

commanding but also kind and reassuring. "There's no need, just come back
over here, please."

Becky stood up and returned to stand with her professors again,

holding Nanu's hand. The Egyptian girl had gone back to averting her gaze,
looking at the floor. They both just stood there, as if letting school
headmasters assess them.

"She can't tell us," Karen mused aloud, but

obviously talking to her husband. "It almost defies Bohm
Interpretation."

Becky had heard the term, but had no idea what it meant in

this context. They weren't talking to her in any event. She just listened and
waited.

"The harder she tries, the more it hurts, and any

attempt is stymied," Mike agreed. "Things that seem completely
coincidental are all entangled. Who knew about the chicory?"

"And we happened to be in the lounge where we installed

some of the first thermochromic windows," Karen added. "No chance for
condensation and finger-writing."

She looked back at the waste basked. "Damn, I really

liked that pen, too."

Holy shit, Becky thought, almost shuddering at a

realization. Am I encountering time lock? I'm not allowed to tell them? Will
the fucking universe kill me before it lets me?

There was something so inherently unfair about this in her

eyes. Not that she couldn't tell them, but the fact that Mike and Karen
DeBourne, two of the most amazing people and gifted physicists walking the
planet, were not meant to know about her time traveling. The two people
she desperately wanted to share this with more than anything, and it wasn't
meant to be.

When she looked up at them, she felt a stinging in her eyes.

"I'm; I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling.

"Will you hate me if I ask you to stop inquiring about Nanu and
myself?"

She sighed in relief as Karen stepped forward and pulled her

into a warm embrace. She may have been disappointed, but at least she could
stop trying, for now. Nanu looked up when she felt the movement, seeing her
Mistress being hugged.

Her eyes went wider than dinner plates when she saw the

goddess with the golden eyes take her Mistress' face in her hands and then kiss
her, deeply.

The giant god with the golden hair and the eyes the color of

the sea reached down and kept her from falling on her ass as the strength left
her legs. She goggled up at him, stunned beyond speech as he smiled down at
her.

Slowly, Nanu turned her head to look over at her Mistress

again, who was still kissing the tall, bronze-haired goddess. It was no chaste
or even reverent kiss, it was; lewd, it was.

Becky groaned as Karen's tongue began to tangle with hers.

Nanu gasped in utter shock. Was her Mistress tongue-fucking the goddess?

Nanu let out an unintelligible sound of confusion, and this

caused Karen and Becky to finally break the kiss. Still holding one another,
they looked over and down at her, smiling warmly.

"She seems overwhelmed," Karen mused.

"She's never seen anyone kiss a goddess before,"

Becky said, smirking. "Not even me. That sure got her attention. I give it
three seconds before her competitive jealousy kicks in."

"Well, it won't do to have jealous guests in my

house," Karen chimed, her voice music in Nanu's ears. The Egyptian girl
had heard those lovely tones once before, during a conversation over her
Mistress' magic talking box a few days ago. Mistress had been speaking to
the goddess!

The god and goddess were Mistress' teachers she was

referring to!

"And here we go again," Becky sighed as Nanu

wilted in Mike's arms, seeming to faint for a second time. And probably not the
last time today.

A little bit later.

Nanu was sitting on the giant bed, in the giant room,

looking around. She seemed to have not noticed that she was completely naked,
as was Becky, who had just finished undressing. The room was unlike anything
she had ever seen or even conceived of.

"The gods sleep in here?" she asked in a

tiny voice.

There we have it, Becky realized. She really does

believe they're gods. Then again, I was the tallest woman she'd ever seen
before she met Karen. And Mike, well; what do I do about it? Do I try to
persuade her that they're not gods? That could take forever, and she'll fight
it. I can't encourage it, so maybe just leave it and let her work it out for
herself?

Working things out for herself seemed to be Nanu's MO, so

that what Becky decided on. She finally nodded. "They sleep here, yes."

"You were kissing the goddess," Nanu

breathed, looking at Becky in wonder. "She was kissing you. Mistress,
have you; have you fucked these gods before?"

Becky just nodded again.

Nanu thought about that, her eyes roaming over the expansive

floor in front of her, and then at her own naked body. "And I; do these
gods intend to fuck me?"

This brought a smile to Becky's lovely face. "If

that is what you desire, my love. I told you several times this past week, we
came to have fun with my teachers, and having sex with them was actually what I
meant."

"Your teachers are the gods themselves,"

Nanu murmured. "Are all teachers gods in your world?"

"Not even close," Becky said, shaking her

head. "But nobody had a bigger influence on my life and who I became
than these two."

"Well of course, they're gods," reasoned

the Egyptian girl, almost frowning because she felt strange explaining the
perfectly obvious to her Mistress. "What; what happens if I fuck these
gods?"

"Well, you cum, probably harder than you ever have

in your life," Becky replied. "What did you expect to happen?"

"I won't become a god myself?" Nanu asked.

"I haven't yet."

"What if I let the sun god cum in me?"

pressed the former slave-girl. "Will I have a demigod childlike
Hercules, who the Romans worshipped?"

Becky just laughed and pulled Nanu to her feet. The smaller

girl seemed justifiably hesitant, but Becky led her over to the large door off
to one side of the room and into an enormous and sumptuous bathing chamber.
Nanu's eyes were everywhere, trying to take it all in, but she stopped dead
upon seeing who awaited them.

It was the gods, and they were also naked.

The goddess, the one her Mistress referred to as 'Karen',

was a glorious sight to behold. She was even taller than Mistress, and her tits
were larger, standing proudly on her chest. They were each as large or larger
than Nanu's head. Her body was flawless, with a single strip of trimmed coppery
hair crowning the mound just over her cunt. She had the same long dancer's legs
that Nanu did. Her golden eyes were intimidating and at the same time very
welcoming. Whoever she was looking at just had to choose which was applicable
to them.

Nanu trembled almost in fear at the sight of the god,

though. He was immeasurably tall to her, she barely reached his chest. He was
more powerfully built than any man or even statue she'd ever laid eyes on, with
muscles bulging everywhere. He had a small waist under his huge torso, and his
cock was frighteningly large, even though it was soft. The muscles of his legs
were bigger around than Nanu's chest.

Had her Mistress really fucked that god? Had she really

fucked that cock?

His eyes were the color of a fearsome sea, but they were

looking at her now with a kind expression she found strangely comforting in one
who must have been a god of war and conquest, not just a sun god.

"Has Nanu experienced a hot tub yet?" Karen asked,

smiling pleasantly.

"Nope," Becky replied, shaking her head. "Not

on my watch, anyway. I don't think they had the ability or technology where she
comes from."

"Be frank about this next question, Rebecca," the

goddess continued, gesturing to the large tub set into the floor. "Will
she want to participate in our planned debauchery?"

That made Becky laugh. "Trust me, Lady Prof, once she

decides she's in, there'll be no stopping her. She's a complete sex fiend, it's
kinda scary. Honestly, we should just dive into it, and she'll watch until she
feels left out, and then insist on getting involved."

"Excellent," Karen said as she let her husband

escort her into the tub. "Shall I see to Nanu while you give my husband
his due greeting?"

"Never thought you'd ask, Lady Prof," Becky

breathed, heading to the tub and clambering in. She had Nanu by the hand, but
the smaller girl seemed hesitant. Becky released her and went to Mike, slipping
into his titan arms. Karen, meanwhile stood in front of Nanu, smiling at her.

"Come, Nanu," the goddess said in Latin,

holding out her arms. "Come to me."

Trembling but unable to disobey, Nanu stepped forward and

put her hands in the goddess'. She allowed herself to be led down into the
humming, churning water, her eyes still fixed on Karen's. Whereas the water
reached Karen's waist, it was almost up to Nanu's tits when she was standing in
the center. She felt the warm water bubbling around her, and it would have
fascinated her if she hadn't been held by the gaze of the goddess.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Karen asked.

Nanu nodded almost imperceptibly, her heart thundering in

her chest. Karen pulled her close, until their tits were squashed together.
Nanu's eyes went wide as the goddess pressed her soft lips to hers, kissing her
deeply. Nanu's eyes closed now, and she slowly brought her hands up to embrace
the deity. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, even with her
Mistress. Her mind just melted away.

She felt her tongue tangling with the goddess', and realized

she was actively kissing Karen back. Mistress had already told her that they'd
come here to fuck these two, these gods, who were apparently her teachers. As
much as she revered Re-be-kah, she seemed to have underestimated her still,
since not everyone was allowed to fuck gods.

And she was now allowed to?

Nanu began to kiss back harder, surrendering to her innate

desire and eagerness. She felt her tits pressing into the goddess', her nipples
jabbing and scraping, getting very hard. The goddess slowly moved backward,
taking Nanu with her, until she was sitting down, and pulled Nanu into her lap.
Nanu rested on her thighs as they kept kissing, tongues exploring and tangling.
Nanu whimpered in pleasure as Karen's hands began to roam around her body,
caressing and exploring.

The kiss broke long enough for them to look into one

another's eyes, and Nanu was almost panting, a long string of glistening saliva
drooping between their tongues. She felt the goddess' hands reach her ass,
taking hold of her cheeks and squirming. Karen smiled and spoke in that
enchanting voice.

"Do you want to play with my tits, my dear?"

Nanu nodded and leaned back just far enough to see the

goddess' tits, which were larger than even Mistress'. Nanu couldn't remember
ever seeing tits so big on any woman, unless they were enormously fat and floppy.
This was something totally different, and Nanu was enthralled by the sight that
awaited her. These divine tits were large and full, soft and firm, standing up
and with dusky nipples begging to be kissed and sucked on. And Nanu would
oblige.

"Hmm, very nice," the goddess purred as

Nanu leaned down and took one of the nipples inside her mouth, sucking and
swirling her tongue around it. Karen gently clasped and cradled Nanu's head,
letting her experiment. She felt the tiny girl bit and tug gently, which gave
her a shiver. "You must enjoy making love to girls, yes?" she
asked in Latin.

Nanu just nodded, enveloped in this being's warm arms,

almost feeling like she was suckling. She remembered practicing with her sister
Kiya so very long ago back in dusty little Akhmim. She never could have guessed
she'd be doing it now on a goddess.

Her eyes opened as she heard a moan come from nearby, a moan

she recognized as that of her Mistress. She looked over and stared dumbly,
somehow remembering to keep suckling while watching Re-be-kah servicing the war
god. Mistress was on her knees in the tub, while the god was leaning back
against the edge, and she had his enormous, hard cock in her hand. She stroked
the shaft while her lips were sealed around it, and she was bobbing back and
forth, making an effort to push farther down its length with each movement.

Nanu seized up and groaned as one of the goddess' hands

glided down her body and under her ass, finding her cuntlips and stroking
gently.

"She looks good doing that, doesn't she, Nanu?"

the goddess asked, smiling slyly. She stroked gently along her lover's nether
lips, teasing her and making Nanu tremble in her lap. Nanu was having a hard
time remembering to keep sucking and licking, but she somehow endured. "Would
you like to try?"

Nanu was whimpering, but she nodded.

"Tag, DeBourne," Karen said, reaching out her hand

to touch Mike's. "Nanu wants a whirl at the beast."

"Do you mind, Rebecca?" the giant man asked,

looking down at the woman currently pleasuring him.

"Hmm, not at all, sir," Becky replied, popping her

mouth off and smiling up at him, still stroking with her hand. "Don't want
my jaw to get sore too early, after all."

She stood and moved back, while Karen peeled Nanu off her

lap. Despite expressing a desire to switch, Nanu seemed nervous, and Becky
knelt in the water and took her face in her hands, smiling gently and
whispering against her lips.

"It's okay, my love," she said. "This

is part of your new world, after all."

Nanu nodded and moved over to the war god while Becky took

her place, sliding into Karen's lap. Unlike Nanu, she wasn't perched on it, but
managed to slip one of her legs back behind Karen's ass, and soon their pussies
were pressed together while they embraced one another. They smiled before resuming
the kiss they'd shared in the study, but even more deep and passionate now.

"Hmm, God, I've missed this," Becky mumbled, her

tongue dancing wetly with Karen's. Their tits squashed, and they squirmed
against each other, reconnecting. It had been too long since they'd made love.
The last time they'd been able to meet up had simply been in a café, no chance
to get naughty there.

"We have too," Karen replied, exploring Becky's

mouth. They remembered what the other liked, and their rhythm fell easily into
place. "And you need to promise to visit more often, my love."

"We will," Becky said, her heart fluttering. These

two had meant so much to her. They'd first met her when she was simply a
precocious teenager in high school, attending an institution they were
considering sending their son to once he had left his Montessori. They'd been
impressed by her grasp of science and had sponsored her readily, leading to
many opportunities she might never have had, no matter how much her grades
might have earned them. She even studied abroad for a few summers on their
dime, going to Stanford, Oxford, and Lucerne.

And then they'd made sure that she had a place at the

university, and got into all the Science classes she desired. She had always
had the biggest crush on them both, and by now she thought she was madly in
love with them. She became their lover, even while they were her instructors.
They opened her eyes to so many things.

And they'd inspired her. She knew she wanted to teach young

minds, to give those young people the same passion and opportunities she'd been
given. Once she had her degree that allowed her to teach, she took a job at a
local high school, and the place was happy to have her as their principal
science teacher.

It turned out to not be as much fun as she had anticipated,

with teenage students proving boring and reticent. Some years of this had made
her feel worn down. If it hadn't been for Mark and his Holmes Field Device
these past few weeks, she might have simply droned on, feeling the passion for teaching
fizzle out of her.

And now she found herself back here, with Nanu, and

everything seemed wonderful again. She pulled Karen tighter into her embrace,
kissed her harder, and felt their cuntlips mingling and slithering beneath the
foaming water.

"Hmm, your breath still smells like roses," Becky

panted as they made out and made love. "Those rose pastilles are so
wonderful. Please let me lick you, please;”

Karen nodded and they broke the kiss, with Becky sidling

backward off her lap and getting on her knees. Karen now leaned back, resting
her amazing ass on the edge and spreading her legs wide enough for Becky to
kneel between them. She gazed in quiet delight at her professor's cunt, so wet
and inviting, shaved completely smooth except for the tightly trimmed strip
above, the lips perfect and even. Karen DeBourne was absolutely flawless.

Becky leaned in and began kissing, wasting no time in

pleasuring the older woman. She kissed and lapped, shivering as she remembered
this taste. A memory of her first time doing this flooded back to her, and she
reveled in the scent and slick arousal of her teacher-lover. She dragged her
tongue up the twat before flicking it against Karen's nub, making her tremble
and sigh, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of her former student's
head.

Nanu was frowning now, having gotten (somewhat) over her

intimidation and was trying to massage the god's massive tool. Her fingers
didn't even wrap around it, and she had to use both hands in a motion together
to slide up and down its length. She leaned in and pressed the tip of her
tongue against the swollen head, bewildered about how her Mistress had fit the
damn thing in her mouth at all, forget pushing half its length down her throat.

She swirled her tongue around while she heard the goddess

Karen moan in pleasure, and saw Re-be-kah kneeling and lapping at her cunt. The
goddess was clearly enjoying it, much as the titan god standing so far above
her now had enjoyed Mistress' mouth on his cock. She pursed her lips and her
hazel eyes flashed. She turned back to the task at hand, determined to give an
excellent account of herself. Nobody had ever had cause to complain about sex
with Nanu before.

Well, that one boy, but the crocodile ate him before they

had finished, so that didn't count in her estimation.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pressed the

lips around the head. There was a groan, but not from the god, rather it was
Nanu, who felt like her jaw was distending as she pushed forward, fitting the cockhead
in her mouth. She's beaten the fire chicken, she would manage this and make the
god cum.

She strained to move her tongue around, massaging the

cockhead as best she could. She shut her lips slowly, forming a seal. Her lower
jaw was already starting to ache, but she would not give up. She began to bob,
barely moving, but starting to move back and forth, making no visible progress,
but feeling it inside her mouth.

"Nanu;”

She paused and looked up at the god, who had addressed her.

She feared she must have looked like a frog from his angle, her cheeks puffed
out. A tiny, stupid frog.

He smiled. "Allow me to reciprocate."

Nanu slowly pulled her mouth off the tool she'd been trying

to spike herself on, gasping loudly as she took a deep breath. She hadn't quite
realized she'd stopped breathing as she made the effort, but now she felt it.
She intended to try again. If other people had sucked the god's cock, so would
she!

Her eyes widened and she almost yelped as the god picked her

up with both hands, holding her by her sides and then turning around. Nanu
understood that she didn't weigh much, but he made her seem like a feather. The
strength of a god.

He put her down on the edge of the strange, churning pool

and made her lie back, parting her legs. This was also no effort for him, and
she couldn't have resisted if she tried. He'd break her in half like a twig.
She looked over and saw that Karen was also lying on her back, with Mistress
still between her legs, eating her cunt hungrily. The goddess was sighing and
squirming, her hands on Re-be-kah's head, keeping her in place.

Then Nanu gasped loudly and thrashed as a huge tongue

pressed against her cunt. Two immovable hands held her in place as the tongue
dragged up and down her twat with a power she had never experienced before. Its
pushed inside her, exploring deeper than some cocks, and within seconds, she
clamped both her hands over her mouth and shrieked, an orgasm tearing through
her.

Becky and Karen both looked over at the noise, and Karen

giggled while Becky went back to sucking on her clit. Nanu writhed and wailed
like she was possessed, another climax battering her as the god massaged her
insides with his tongue. Her legs were jerking and straining, she almost looked
like she was riding a bicycle.

She collapsed, her body feeling boneless as she panted

loudly. The bathing chamber was spinning around her, but the pleasure was
unreal, foaming inside her. She felt Karen reach over and take her hand,
squeezing it as she moaned, Mistress' tongue making her cum.

People who didn't get to fuck gods were unlucky. People who

didn't want to were stupid.

She felt herself being gathered up, and then she was sitting

in Karen's lap again in the water, cuddled gently. As she looked over, she saw
her Mistress joining the god again, slinking up to him and pressing her body to
his, whispering in her En-gush. She didn't know why they spoke back to her in
that stupid language, since they spoke both Latin and her own perfectly
acceptable tongue.

"Watch, Nanu," the goddess whispered in her

ear. "Rebecca's about to have some fun;”

As they watched, the god settled back against the edge

again, and Becky leaned in, pushing her tits in and massaging his cock with
them. She occasionally pushed her mouth down over the tip, sucking on it while
she fuck him with her tits. Finally, she stood up and then turned around,
sidling her ass up against his lap. While he waited, she reached under herself
and adjusted something for a few moments.

Nanu's eyes widened as Becky moaned loudly, sinking down and

shuddering as the god filled her cunt with his tool. She had never heard her
Mistress make a noise like that before.

Wasting no time, Becky began moving up and down as Mike's

hands coming up to fondle her tits, squeezing and groping them. Before long,
Becky was almost bouncing on his lap, clearly lost in pleasure. Nanu trembled
while the goddess' hand snaked between her legs and gently stroked her cunt,
simulating her. It felt good, and she knew she would cum again before long.

Becky reached back, wrapping her arms around the god's neck,

still riding his cock and gasping loudly. She had missed how her professor's
cock split her and filled her up, like no other. She bounced and squeezed,
eager to feel his cum inside her. His powerful hands controlled her, squeezing
her tits and pinching her nipples.

The first orgasm washed over her, and she screeched behind

clenched teeth. She pressed down as hard as she could, feeling her body jerk as
his cock invaded her depths. Before she was ready, another orgasm, even harder.
God, she's missed this! How had she ever gotten too busy to make the time?

She ground down and squeezed her cunt as hard as she could,

rewarded with Mike growling in her ear, and then climaxing. She craned her neck
and jammed her lips against his, kissing him desperately as she came a third
time, feeling his pearly cum filling her greedy cunt. Her body was on fire, a
tingling rapture that sent her world careening about.

Becky slowed down in her writhing, caressing his jaw and

purring. Next to her, she heard Nanu squeak and whimper, squirming in Karen's
lap as the bronze-haired beauty made her cum again. Her mind spun at the
thought that they were to be here most of the day, and it wasn't even lunch
yet. Would Nanu even survive this?

Would she?

The tub was silent now, except for the drone of the jets,

and some heavy breathing. Becky sighed and slowly stood, shuddering as the
long, thick cock left her cunt. He was still erect, and Becky turned around and
pushed her mouth down on the glistening cock. She moaned, because he tasted
like their mingled cum, and she loved it. She knelt and began sliding her
tongue up and down the shaft, lapping up their essence.

She reached out a hand, and Nanu took it, allowing herself

to be drawn close. Becky smiled and winked, inviting the smaller girl to join
her. Nanu knelt and leaned in, pressing her tongue against the cock and cleaned
it with her Mistress. Karen knelt behind them, caressing their backs gently.

Mike sank back into the water and allowed Karen to wash him

down, while Becky did the same to Nanu. Then they switched roles, with Mike
cleaning Karen and Nanu seeing to Becky. Once they were all cleansed, they
stepped out of the tub and wrapped themselves in towels. Mike led the women
back into the bedroom, and Karen laid him in the middle. Once he was in place,
she, Becky, and Nanu crawled in and settled around him, snuggling into his huge
frame, with Nanu directly on top of him.

Karen and Becky smiled at one another across his chest,

leaned in, and kissed one another lovingly, humming in bliss. Nanu just watched
in awe. She knew her Mistress was wonderful, but until recently, she'd had no
clue that Re-be-kah was blessed so, privileged to make love to gods. And now
she was too, seemingly. She hardly knew what to think about it.

"Hmm," Karen sighed, smiling as they ended the

kiss. "So, was it just how you remember?"

"Yes, and it reminded me what a dolt I've been, letting

life get in the way of doing this," Becky admitted. "I've seen so
little of you these past few years, and I'll be damned if any of the reasons
look valid, now that you've reminded me what our sex is like. Even with my job,
I should still be doing this."

"You're welcome to, of course, because you know how

much you mean to us," Mike said, his arm around her and pulling her into a
cuddle. Becky squeaked and giggled like a little girl, wiggling happily. Nanu
had never seen her Mistress so; kittenish. "But Kar and I actually have a
question for you regarding that."

Becky gave them her full attention while he continued.

"The education of young minds is very important, Rebecca, this is no
question. And we applaud your dedication to it. But yours is a rare mind, and
there is a sense in which you are decidedly wasted in your current
position."

If anyone else aside from Michael or Karen DeBourne had said

that, Becky would have protested the contention quite heatedly. But she let him
go on.

"There is a position opening up on the university

Sciences faculty come the Fall," he said. "It's mostly teaching the
freshmen, but it is doubtless a significant pay raise, and you'd be working
with Kar and I directly. We've already floated your name and credentials to the
powers that be, and with our recommendation, they seem very amenable to the
idea. It would save them having to do a tiresome search when they already have
an excellent candidate. Interviews with other candidates would simply be a
formality."

Becky couldn't believe what she was hearing. Work at the

university? With her idols?

"You said you'll have your Master's at the end of this

semester, you've been studying online," Karen added. "And we'll make
sure that you still have the time to pursue your doctorate, in whichever field
you prefer. Have you given that matter any thought?"

Becky answered, trying to keep a quaver out of her voice.

"I; I have, actually."

Karen smiled. "What field, my love?"

It took a moment, but she answered. "Quantum mechanics,

and crystallography."

Karen looked down at Mike, and there was a knowing look

between them. Karen nodded and smiled at Becky again. "Every shred of
research the university has on the subject will be at your disposal, Miss
Fischer. And Michael and I happen to be the professors who will teach it to
you."

Becky seemed to faint a little, her head flopping down into

the crook of Mike's shoulder and arm, her body trembling. Nanu hadn't
understood a single thing that was said, but the gods seemed to be making her
some kind of offer? We're they going to live here? In the mansion of the gods?

Was Mistress crying?

"I take it that's a yes?" Karen asked with a smirk

as Becky tried to compose herself.

"Sorry," the blonde said, wiping at her eyes and

smiling. "I mean, it's just a shock is all. I'd be nuts to turn it down,
wouldn't I?"

"Without question," Karen confirmed, nodding.

"I assume they can replace you in your classroom at Mooredale easily
enough. You must know a teacher needing a gig."

"I do, actually, and I think she'd be perfect for

it," Becky said, still trying to not gasp or cry. She was rather
overwhelmed at the moment. Nanu wasn't used to it. "I'll be emotional for
a bit, no doubt, when I tell them, but maybe it's fate. One of my co-workers
was telling me just the other day that I'm wasted there. I'm desperate to keep
expanding my learning, honestly."

"Well, you're in no danger of running out of material

if you intend to tackle quantum," Mike pointed out, giving her ass a
squeeze and making her sniffle-giggle. "Should we tell the university that
you're in? Like I said, they'll hold other interviews, but they'll be for
form's sake. One interview with you is all they'll need."

"Yeah, I'm in," Becky sniffed, smiling while she

wiped at her eye again. "Oh, God, when I tell mom and dad;”

They laughed and chatted, cuddling the whole while.

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

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