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The Time Riders: Part 16

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There was a knock at the door and Valentina came in, pushing

a silver cart in front of herself.

"Thought it might be time for refreshments," she

chirped, her cheerful brown eyes not at all fazed by the scene in front of her.
She looked at Becky. "I figured you might find some electrolytes handy, so
I have green smoothies, strawberry-banana smoothies, coconut water, and OJ.
That should fit the bill, right?"

"Thank you so much, Val," Becky said, not at all

bothered by being naked in front of this girl. Clearly it wasn't out of the
ordinary, so she didn't care. Not to mention she'd referred to Mike and Karen
as 'Master' and 'Mistress', so there was more to her employment than met the
eye. Nanu was staring at Val's outfit again, making Val giggle. She left the cart
and approached the tiny Egyptian girl now, smiling.

"Watch this, Nanu," she said before pulling her

arms into her chest and doing on spin, her short skirt flaring out and twirling
around her, revealing her tiny black panties. Nanu clapped excitedly, her eyes
wide with delight.

"Great, now she'll want to own one of those

outfits," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry for the fib I'm
about to tell about you, Val."

She looked at Nanu. "It's a pretty outfit, yes, but

it's a slave's outfit, darling."

The Egyptian girl blinked. "She is a slave?"

"Can't you see the collar she's wearing?"

Becky pointed out, indicating Val's black lace choker, with the glittering
white stone on the front.

"She; is a slave to the gods?" Nanu murmured,

lapsing into thought about that before looking back at Becky. "Well,
that doesn't sound so bad, does it? We should become their slaves."

Karen broke down giggling, hiding her face in her husband's

massive arm and kicking her feet cutely. Mike just smirked while Becky sighed
and rolled her eyes. Valentina had no idea what had just been said, but based
on her employers' reactions, whatever it was hadn't panned out as Becky
intended. She decided to make herself scarce.

"scuse me, servant stuff to do," she chimed, doing

a curtsy before leaving and closing the door behind her. Nanu sat up,
straddling Mike's waist and trying to figure out why the goddess was laughing.

"Really?" Becky groused, giving Nanu a sour

look. "I rescue you from slavery, and you decide to volunteer for it
because it's these two?"

"Do you blame me?" Nanu said with a shrug.

"As long as I get fed and fucked, this seems like a good life with
pretty clothing."

"You do not need to be a slave for us to do that

with you, Nanu," Karen pointed out, caressing her arm.

"Well, nobody's fucked me yet," Nanu

announced, trying to pout rather unsuccessfully. "What good is being a
free woman if it doesn't get me cock when I need it?"

"I see food and sex are her two primary drivers,"

Mike mused.

"And possibly revenge," Becky added, watching as

Nanu reached behind herself and took hold of the currently soft cock and began
massaging it. "If you see her whispering into her palm, shit's about to
get real. Honey, that might not be a good idea."

"They said I don't need to be a slave to fuck them,"

Nanu replied, still stroking and now fingering herself, as if to get ready.
"I want to be fucked."

"Let the chips fall where they may, I guess,"

Becky said, sitting up and moving around the bed to join Karen. Soon, they were
in a sapphic tangle, limbs wrapped around one another and kissing deeply. Nanu
watched while she stroked the god's cock, slowly bringing him to life.

Karen was on top of Becky now, sitting up and straddling

with their legs scissored and their wet pussies kissing. She began to squirm
her hips, and Becky did the same, groaning in pleasure.

"Hmm, missed this too," she murmured.

"As did I," Karen sighed, pulling Becky's leg up

so that it was braced against her with her toes in the air. They slowly slithered
together, nether lips mingling, clits brushing against one another. They were
both wet enough that they could hear their lovemaking.

The god was hard now, and Nanu was determined to do this

right. She moved backward and pushed up as tall as she could on her knees, her
cunt directly over the huge cockhead. She pressed against it and moved around,
making sure she was good and wet. She felt the tip just push her lips apart
slightly, and inched her way down. She bit her lower lip as the pressure increased,
feeling a very slow penetration.

She gasped and shuddered as the head went inside, stretching

her in a way she hadn't felt before, except with a fist. There was an audible,
wet and almost gristly 'pop' noise, followed by another from somewhere inside
her hips structure as she sank down and sat very still. Becky and the two
professors looked at her somewhat curiously.

"Nanu?" Becky asked. "You okay,

darling?"

The tiny girl didn't respond, still staring off into space,

her eyes unseeing. Finally, a single tear was trickling down her cheek.

"Oh, well done, Ramrod," Karen said rather

sarcastically to her husband, still looking at Nanu. "Even if you didn't
break her in half, she's still going to have hip dysplasia."

"I didn't make her do it," Mike pointed out.

"I hope we have a wheelchair around, though."

The Egyptian girl finally opened her eyes, slowly, and took

several deep breaths, her palms resting on the god's muscular abdomen. She
looked up at the ceiling, puckering her lips and making sucking sounds as she
tried to center herself. She trembled as she pushed up on her knees, starting
to move, and then shook almost violently as she sank back down. She squeaked
and then whimpered, going still. Then she repeated the process, taking it slow.

"Well, I'll be damned," Becky mused as she

watched, still grinding her cunt against Karen's. "She actually did it and
didn't kill herself. She'll be trying to sit on fire hydrants next."

Nanu didn't make it more than three strokes up and down

before she clapped her and over her mouth and screamed into it, her entire body
shaking as she came. Once she'd recovered, she began moving up and down again,
a little faster, determined to have at least one more orgasm before she died.
She straightened her torso and kept moving up and down, her eyes closed and a
shameless moaning escaping her lips.

She lasted a little longer this time, but still ended up

clamping both hands over her mouth and screeching, almost convulsing before she
simply wilted, collapsing forward on to the god beneath her, eyes wide open but
unseeing, chest heaving as she tried to breathe.

"Determined little thing, isn't she?" Karen mused,

looking on, even while she made love to Becky. How she'd missed this feeling
with her favorite student.

"You'd have to be, to survive what she did pretty much

her whole life," the blonde replied with a sigh, undulating beneath her
teacher. "She's such a sweetheart, but she surprises me sometimes with a
brutal mercenary streak. And her morals are; decidedly different from
ours."

"Noted," Karen said before leaning down and

kissing Becky heatedly, squashing their tits together. They were swallowing one
another's tongues, grinding and girl-fucking their way to bliss, until Becky
wailed into Karen's mouth, cumming hard. Karen followed moments later, bathing
Becky's cunt in her sticky essence.

They wrapped themselves up in one another, kissing deeply

and just enjoying the shared post-orgasm bliss. It had been too long, and Becky
would do her damndest to make sure that didn't happen again. She almost giggled
through the kiss as she thought about the fact that she had access to a time
machine, if she really needed to see to the issue.

She and Karen rolled themselves together into Mike's side, snuggling

into him while Nanu seemed quite content to simply remain motionless on top of
him. Given that she was almost bolted down to his cock, she might not have had
much of a choice in the matter, mind.

"You okay there, Prof?" Becky asked, smirking up at

him while she caressed her other idol.

"Might've been a while since I've been in anyone quite

this tight," Mike replied, smiling and pretending to wince, as if being
clamped inside Nanu was somehow painful.

"Excuse you, sir," Karen chimed, trying to sound

indignant, but failing as she giggled. "Am I to understand I am not tight
enough for you?"

"You're the perfect amount of tightness, Gordon, and

you know it," the huge blond man said, reaching over and caressing his
wife's ass cheeks. Karen purred contentedly at the contact, snuggling into
Becky even more. Becky sighed, because she loved watching the profs together.
She'd never seen two people more desperately in love, or more perfect for one
another.

"So is it just you and Nanu in your little arrangement?"

Karen asked, looking down at her student and gently poking her nose.

"Well," Becky began before offering a weak smile.

"It's complicated?"

"Given what a hard time you had earlier, perhaps I

shouldn't be surprised," mused the older woman, smiling kindly. "Are
you hiding another girl from elsewhere in the world?"

"No," Becky said, blushing. "I;”

If she couldn't tell these two, who could she tell?

"There might be an angle with one of my students,"

she confessed.

"Rebecca Nightingale Fischer," Karen said, her

smile becoming a smirk. "You and a student? You naughty girl. Not that
Michael and I are in any place to judge, of course."

"Don't I know it," Becky giggled. "Yeah,

there is. Or there will be. I don't know how to explain it."

"One of those moments again, clearly," Mike said,

his other hand stroking down Nanu's back. She looked positively tiny on top of
him, like a kitten gone to sleep. She was stirring and slowly coming back to
life. "Don't try too hard, Rebecca."

"Yes sir," she said rather reflexively, but she

also enjoyed the little tingle she always got from obeying him. "Mark and
I, and Nanu, will be a thing by the time summer rolls around."

"M-ark?" Nanu mumbled tiredly, almost yawning. Had

she fallen asleep? "What about M-ark, Mistress?"

"She calls you Mistress, hmm?" Karen observed.

"It looks like I'm not the only one with a kitten on my hands."

Becky blushed. "She; insists she be allowed. I've tried

to break the habit, no dice."

She looked at Nanu now. "I was just explaining about

waiting until the summer before we will be seeing Mark."

"You get to see him all the time at school,"

Nanu pointed out. "But you say you can't fuck him. I hope they
understand, because I sure don't."

"Nonlocal measurement," Karen said, listening to

the two younger women speak in Latin, although she was talking to her husband.
"Low-entropy probability that falls outside the Born System."

"And deterministic despite a Dirac constant and

equation," Mike said before he chuckled and began sitting Nanu up
straight. She shuddered and gasped deeply, seeming to have forgotten that she
was speared on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at where her cunt was
split wide apart by his massive erection. She didn't seem to be able to process
anything like that fitting inside her.

"Christ," Becky muttered, shaking her head.

"I'm supposed to be a physics teacher, and I have no damn clue what
you two are talking about."

"Ultimately, determinism," Mike replied, letting

Nanu try to adjust. "I remember teaching you the concept."

"And I remember the lessons," Becky sighed.

"Never thought they'd be applied to me personally. I keep forgetting you
two are religious."

"I think it's pretty much a given that you, my dear,

are meant to study quantum crystallography," Karen cooed, stroking
the blonde's cheek. "So of course, Michael and I will teach you everything
we know, and will help you further on that path. You were, without question,
our most gifted student. This is your chance."

"What's everyone talking about, Mistress?"

Nanu asked, shifting around her hips to make sure they weren't actually
fractured. "You're talking in your stupid En-gush."

"Nanu, we'll speak Latin so that you're not left

out," the goddess said gently, reaching over and stroking the Egyptian
girl's thigh. "We were asking Rebecca if she wanted to come and teach
with us soon, instead of staying where she is."

Nanu considered and then looked at Becky. "Mistress,

I think you're very smart, but I'd think you were very stupid if you didn't
take this offer. And take M-ark with you, maybe it'll make him less stupid."

"I guess that settles it," Becky sighed,

shaking her head. "I can't refute those points."

"This Mark of yours sounds like a real charmer,"

Karen teased, finally sitting up and then clambering off Becky. She moved aside
while her former student sat upright, rotating her neck and stretching her
shoulders. "He must be a demon in the sack if you're willing to put up
with his apparent lack of intelligence."

"He's not stupid, he's just; he doesn't find

applying his brain power all that agreeable, except to get himself out of
trouble," Becky explained. "As for him being a demon in the
sack, he's not bad, but; well, I'd been going through a dry spell when this all
happened."

"There is no excuse whatsoever for you to be going

through a dry spell, young lady," Mike told her, sitting up and still
keeping Nanu in his lap. But she squeaked when he turned her around, still
nailed to him by his cock, which felt like it was battering her rib cage from
below. Her eyes were wide as she just sat and listened. "You're every
bit as attractive as you are intelligent, Rebecca, so if you're experiencing a
dearth of sex, that's just you being difficult."

"It's hard to find partners who measure up,"

Becky grumped. "Except for Nanu, of course."

Nanu sniffed and nodded righteously, happy to be included in

whatever the fuck they were all talking about. She was used to being ignored as
a slave, she had no intention of being ignored now that she was a free woman.

"You'll come to the housewarmings, yes?" Karen

asked. "The third and the fourth weekends of this month."

"You're having two housewarmings?" Becky

asked. "Why two?"

"One is the official housewarming, where I take over

as head of the Blackwell elder line and its operations," Karen
replied. "The one the following weekend is of a more fun and; well,
risqué nature. The invite list for that is much more select. You and Nanu
simply must come to both."

Becky turned her head to look at Nanu. "Did you

understand all that, my love?"

Nanu thought about it. "Karen is becoming Mistress

of this palace and there are two celebrations, one official, and one that is;
naughty. She wants us to come to both."

She leaned forward toward Becky now, her look an imploring

one. "Can we please, Mistress?"

"Of course we can!" Becky laughed gaily.

"I wouldn't miss this for all the gold on earth!"

More joyous laughter, and they all embraced one another,

finding partners and beginning the lovemaking again.

Another hour later, the Byron Lounge.

"I'm really hoping you like this," Becky said as

she poured the wine into her host's glasses. Mike and Karen were sitting on a
large chesterfield together while Becky and Nanu were in a smaller loveseat
across from them. The table the glasses were on was in the center. "You'll
probably find it very unique."

"It's potent, I can already tell," Karen remarked,

watching her student pour. "The nose is quite powerful from here."

"Interesting color for a white wine, too," Mike

added, noting the distinct amber tint to the liquid. His wife was right, it was
strong. It almost stung the olfactory senses and poured like a syrup. Even
Madeira wines were lighter than this. The maderizing process must have been
unusually acute.

Becky handed each of her companions a glass and then sat

down next to Nanu. The three women all looked at Mike, expecting him to lead
the toast.

He nodded and held up his glass. "Dignitas amicorum

pie zeses vivas."

Karen nodded and repeated the toast, but in English, the

only time Nanu ever considered the language divine and lovely. "Worthy
among your friends! Drink that you may live. May you live."

The bouquet was sharp, certainly, and Mike guessed the

alcohol content was well north of fifteen percent. The wine was clearly meant
to be sweet, but the robust body was definitive. This wine must have been aged
longer than Becky had been alive. Where had she gotten it from?

He glanced over at his wife, who had an even more acute nose

and sense of taste than he did, and she was examining her glass quietly. Karen
was rolling it around inside her mouth quietly, letting it play over her
refined palate. Her eyes caught his, and they knew what the other was thinking.
Becky and Nanu watched quietly. It was always fascinating to Becky how these
two operated.

"That's an Aglianico grape, I'm sure of it, even though

I have never had one quite like that," Karen mused.

"It's been aged in clay," Mike agreed, nodding.

"For a long time. The hangovers must be murder."

They both looked at Becky, who smiled hopefully. She wanted

them to like it, but also hoped they wouldn't ask more questions she couldn't
answer. She was doing her best.

"Rebecca, I'd like to have Jordan and Tatyana try this,

may I call them in?" Mike asked. She nodded and he bipped his smartwatch,
asking the former seneschal of Blackwell Manor and its current one to join
them. They came in together some minutes later, while Mike and Karen were still
discussing the wine.

"You rang, my friend?" Jordan asked, while Tatyana

nodded her head respectfully. Jordan saw the bottles on the table, noting the
amber color. "Is that a Malvazia wine? Very strong, I can feel it tickling
my nose from here."

"With Rebecca's permission, we would like for you two

to try this," Karen suggested, standing and walking over to a small
cupboard from which she retrieved two more glasses. "It's quite unlike
anything either Michael or I have tried, and I thought we had a very broad
palate by this point."

Karen poured two small glasses and brought them over to the pair.

Jordan, who had been the Blackwell estate sommelier for decades, and Tatyana,
its current sommelier, both examined the amber libation curiously. Jordan put
the cup to his lips and sipped it. Tatyana did as well, the only reaction from
her being her eyes narrowing slightly.

"That is very unique, I must say," the older man

said finally. "It reminds me a Sangiovese in some ways, but; more primal
somehow?"

"It is an Italian wine, I think," Tatyana added.

"But unlike any I have tried before."

"It's what I imagine a Falernian wine would be like, if

the genuine article thing still existed," Karen posited. "But those
methods are lost. We only know them from poetry and accounts of Roman
historians, such as Galen and Pliny. This is; wondrous to try."

Becky sighed slightly, relaxing. She was so worried about

running into time lock that it was a relief she'd managed to let them actually
taste the wine. The profs knew something was up, that she couldn't help them,
and they would just have to figure out as much as they could on their own.

Was she meant to have done this? Was it Fating?

She banished the thought from her head, she would drive

herself crazy. She was here to have fun with the two people who had made her
who she was, and to share that joy with Nanu. To her delight, Nanu seemed to be
acclimating well, even if she was in awe and fear of these 'gods'.

Mike looked at Becky now. "This must have cost you a

pretty penny, something this unique."

Becky smiled. "I can manage more, if you want. As many

bottles as you like. Just don't ask how or why."

"Fair enough," Karen said, looking over at her

husband. "And we just found our drink of choice for that toga party we
discussed."

Mike laughed and Becky giggled. Poor Nanu. She escapes

slavery from Imperial Rome, only to end up in a time period where dressing like
the patricians who enslaved her was the height of chic at a party. Rome was
clearly the eternal city in more ways than one.

And this one time, wining about it was a good thing.

Later that afternoon.

"Mistress, look at all these men,"

Nanu said quietly, as if the portraits and busts they were walking by could
hear her. She could've sworn some of them were staring right at her, their eyes
following her movements. "They are all rather frightening to me."

Becky nodded as she walked hand-in-hand with Nanu down the

Hall of Ancestors. "I remember the first time I saw them, my love, and
they intimidated me as well. They are the ancestors of my professor, going back
almost a thousand years."

Nanu seemed rather surprised, and a little wary. "They're

all gods?"

Shit, how do I explain this without breaking her mind?

Becky wondered rather wearily.

"They all have the same hair like the god, maybe

lighter, and the eyes," Nanu observed, still speaking quietly, so that
the numerous men didn't hear her. "I can't tell if they're as big as he
is."

Okay, extra complication there as well.

"No, my love, they are the ancestors of Karen,"

Becky explained, knowing this wasn't going to get easier.

That revelation gave Nanu paused. She stopped and looked up

at Becky now, almost frowning. "But they look like him, not her. They
have the same straw hair and the eyes the color of the sea."

She looked down at the ground now as she tried to parse out

what her Mistress was telling her. "But her eyes are the color of his
hair; maybe they are brother and sister?"

Now Becky's eyes widened.

"Well, if Iupiter and Iuno were brother and sister

but also husband and wife, why can't these two be?" the Egyptian girl
reasoned. "They gave birth to all the gods. But; where are these gods
now?"

She gestured broadly at the hallway and the gallery of busts

and portraits.

"Nanu, I; I don't know," Becky confessed,

trying not to falter in explaining. "I've never met them, honestly. I
met the father of Karen, that was it."

She pointed to an imposing portrait of Jonathon Blackwell,

Karen's father, which hung on the wall not far from them.

"And where is that god now?" Nanu asked.

Becky hadn't done herself any favors by mentioning she'd met other 'gods'.

She tried distraction now, pointing at a large open space

nearby on the wall. "Look, that is where the portrait of Karen will go,
once she is officially head of her fa; of the pantheon."

Well done, Fischer.

Nanu looked at the empty space. "So the goddess will

be the supreme ruler? What of the god? She seems to obey him, why will he not
be up there?"

This was getting harder and harder. Becky squeezed her eyes

shut, trying to think of a remotely plausible answer. What a rotten moment for
time lock to not interfere.

"He is from a different family of gods, my love,"

she said finally, giving up. She didn't have the mental strength to overcome
Nanu's fantasies. "A line of mighty ones, but that doesn't mean that
she won't rule her own family. She may obey him, but she is their leader."

It was true, just massively out of context.

"So we are invited to the festival that sees her

become ruler?" Nanu asked in wonder. "We are very important,
aren't we?"

It was finally a question Becky could answer honestly. She

smiled and caressed the younger girl's cheek. "Yes, my love. We are
very important to them. That's why they want us there."

"What does the goddess' name means, Mistress?"

queried Nanu. "Karen. It is so unusual to me."

Another smile. Becky knew this tidbit, because she had

laughed with her mentor about it so many times over the years they'd known one
another. "Her names means 'Purity', my dear."

Another wry face from Nanu. "But she fucks like

Venus, Mistress. I'm not sure 'pure' is the best way to describe her."

Becky restrained a giggle.

"And the god? What does his name mean?"

Becky happened to know that one as well, since the name was

common enough. "His name means 'godlike', or 'like unto a god'."

"Well at least that one makes sense," Nanu

admitted. They continued walking, with Nanu gaping at just about everything.
Mike and Karen were seeing to a small matter, and had suggested that Becky take
Nanu for a stroll around the estate. Becky had to think about what might catch
her attention, and what she'd even be able to understand. She'd already shown
Nanu the service elevator, and the young woman was stunned how the tiny room
could bring her to different places at the simple push of a button.

Food always interested Nanu, but if they were staying for

dinner, she could keep the little glutton out of the chef's way for a few
hours. Glenda showed them the garage, with all the exotic and rare cars. Nanu
seemed especially taken with the huge jeep and the bright red Countach.

They found Ari in what was apparently an arcade (rich people,

go figure!), and they watched while he played Street Fighter IV. Nanu
looked on in fascination as Ari controlled the little man inside the box,
making him beat up another little person. Before she got overstimulated and
bloodthirsty (Becky was beginning to suspect that violence and sexual arousal
were quite mated in Nanu's psyche), they went to find something else to look
at.

Soon, they found themselves in the compassion greenhouse.

The rather pungent odor hit them the moment they opened the door. Nanu wrinkled
her nose and pinched it shut with her fingers.

"They grow asterion, Mistress?" she asked,

her voice sounding funny before she was keeping her nose pinched shut. "I
remember it from the house of my Flavian masters. We made ropes and rugs with
it. They would bake the seeds into cakes. The cakes made me feel tired."

Becky nodded. "It's a recreational substance in my

time. They grow all sorts of things here, some of which will be very new to
you."

"I will get tired if we stay in here," Nanu

said. "Just from the smell of the plants."

Tempting, Becky thought, but ultimately decided

against it. There was still lots to do, after all. They toured some of the
other greenhouses before heading back into the Manor. In the foyer, they ran
into two young women. Becky stepped up to greet them.

"Hi, I'm Becky, this is Nanu," she said, shaking

their hands. The rather buxom brunette seemed very pleasant, although Becky
could already tell she was a bit of a space cadet. The other one, a shorter
girl with honey-blonde hair in a pixie cut, was lean and athletic, her hazel
eyes observing everything.

"Hi, I'm Jeanie," the brunette said cheerfully

before looking at Nanu. "Oh, wow, look how pretty you are! I'll bet you're
a big hit with all the boys, aren't you?"

She bent her knees slightly, resting her hands on them so

she was closer to Nanu's eye level. "And what grade are you in?"

Becky restrained a giggle-snort, declining to translate for

Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked up at her, a rather confused expression on her
face.

"What's the stupid girl asking me?" she

wondered.

"She just said you're very pretty and all the boys

must love you," Becky selectively answered.

"Well, she's right about that, at least, so maybe

she's not completely stupid," Nanu sniffed.

"Sorry, Jeanie," Becky said, turning her attention

back to her new associate. "Nanu doesn't speak English, we speak Latin to
one another. So unless you speak it too, I'll have to translate for you."

"Oh, yeah, no," Jeanie replied, shaking her head.

"Fre'n' me barely speak English, so I guess you're on duty for us with the
Latin stuff."

"Hey now," the pixie-haired girl said, giving

Jeanie a look before also stepping forward. She was wearing some chinos and a
tank top, her jacket thrown over her shoulder. She shook Becky's hand.
"Hello, I am Freja. We have been hearing about you both, I am
honored."

She smiled at Nanu now. "I am happy to meet you,

Nanu."

Becky translated, but Nanu didn't seem to hear what she was

saying, since she was focused on Freja. The Danish girl was not much taller
than her, but also had tiny tits, barely worth mentioning. She was smirking as
Freja put out her hand, and instead of shaking it, she simply put her hands on
her hips and pushed her chest forward slightly, thrusting out her tits. Freja
faltered somewhat at the sight of them on display like that.

"Anyhows," Freja said, turning her attention back

to Becky, even if her wife was still staring at Nanu's chest. For a tiny girl,
she had a huge rack. "Jeanette is my wife, we are pleased to be making
your acquaintances. You ams staying for dinner?"

Becky nodded, ignoring the fact that Nanu was turning slowly

left and right, showing off her bust in profile. "The profs convinced me
to come work as a Physics teacher at the uni. Do you two go there?"

"Yes," Freja confirmed. "Jeanette is in

Health and Nutrition Sciences, and I ams at the Skule."

"Ooh, an engineer," Becky breathed, smiling.

"Love it! You'll probs end up building a lot of the equipment I need in
order to; Nanu, stop that, you brat!"

She nudged the smaller woman with her hip since Nanu was

cupping her tits and squishing them together. Either one of her tits was much
bigger than both of Freja's, and clearly the girl was self-conscious about it.
This was no doubt some leftover competition and survival trait in Nanu, finding
advantage in whatever form it came. Given how she'd been mocked the other night
at the bar, maybe she shouldn't be surprised. Still, she couldn't let her
behave that way.

"Jeanie, honey," she said, smiling at the other

half of the married couple. "Would you mind taking Nanu and finding her a
bathroom? I want to pick your wife's brain about something with
engineering."

"Oh, a hundred p," the brunette said, nodding and

taking Nanu by the hand. "How’d you say 'Let's go pee' in Latin?"

Becky couldn't believe she was saying this, but obliged.

"Eamus mingere."

"C'mon, Nanu," Jeanie said to the confused

Egyptian girl, leading her off. "Eat a moose lingerie."

"Even for her, that was nowhere near the close,"

Freja sighed as she walked along with Becky now.

"I just wanted to get Nanu away from you, she gets

competitive," Becky said. "Sorry about that. She was raised as a
slave, so she has a survival mode about not being the smallest and
weakest."

"And my tits, they are smallest and weakest," the

Danish girl muttered.

"Oh, I think they suit you just fine," Becky said

helpfully, taking Freja's hand and giving it a squeeze. "'sides, I kinda
want to get a look at the rest of you without Nanu around, you look pretty
muscular."

Freja smiled. "I works out a lot, I guess. I played fodbold,

your soccer, and also field hockey. I do some martial arts as well."

"Ooh, tell me!" Becky said, pulling Freja into an

unused lounge. "Tell me what you take and I'll tell you what I
practice."

Freja put down her coat and stood there, letting Becky see

her body, although she still had her clothes on. Her shoulder muscles were
obvious, but she lifted her tank top enough to show up her segmented and
rock-hard abs. "I ams having a black belt in Grace Jujutsu, as well as
Kenpo, and I also know Fujian White Crane. What do you practice?"

"Krav Maga," Becky replied, lifting her own shirt

enough to show off her smooth, firm midsection to her new friend. "Started
quite a few years ago, mostly to blow off any sexual frustration, and to deal
with guys who get too handsy, you know?"

Freja smiled and nodded. "I believe you, for you are

very well sexy-built. But we should spar, I would love to try myself against
your Krav Maga."

"I would love that too, Freja," Becky purred, her

smile becoming sensual. "Win or lose, gonna love it. But haven't you tried
sparring with the big man before?"

"Once," Freja said, shaking her head. "He

literally squashed me like a bug. I lasted three seconds and he just squashed
me."

Becky giggled. "He was the one who began teaching me

Krav Maga, and every time I spar with him, I get squashed too. I think of them
as sex injuries, you know?"

Freja laughed. "Jeanette and I, we fuck the profs

occasionally, so yes, I understand. We are lovers to them, and to their son and
his wife, Karen's younger sister, Alexandra."

"They were telling me about that whole arrangement, but

I'm gonna need time to sort it out," Becky admitted. "It sounds like
it was a helluva year."

"I met my wife and married her because of Alex and

Alexandra," Freja said, shucking her tank top now and just leaving her
tits exposed. She didn't mind. "And what I can guarantee you, Rebecca, is
that when you see Alex and Alexandra together, it will make you very
happy."

"Honey, I don't doubt that one bit," Becky said,

pulling her own shirt off and then unhooking her bra.

In a bathroom down the way.

"See, this is pretty nice, right?" Jeanie said,

sitting on the ornate but comfy chair, her chin on her hand while she looked at
Nanu, who was simply sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles.
She'd already managed to go pee, but apparently this stupid girl hadn't noticed
and was still talking to her. "Li'l bit of girl bonding time, right?"

"You really are dumb, aren't you?" Nanu

said, trying to keep the snide tone out of her voice, in case the stupid girl
tattled on her to Mistress. "I'm done going piss, now what?"

"Oh, I've got an idea," Jeanie said rather

eagerly. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then quickly undid her bra,
letting her tits fall out. Nanu's eyes widened for a moment as she stared. They
weren't the largest she'd ever seen, the goddess' were certainly bigger, and
her Mistress' probably were too. But this dumb girl wore them well, and she
clearly didn't mind showing them off at a moment's notice.

"Now show me yours," Jeanie said, pointing at

Nanu's shirt. The Egyptian girl shrugged and peeled off her shirt, and the
stupid bra thing underneath, leaving her as exposed as her companion. Jeanie
nodded approvingly as she assessed Nanu's tits.

"Nice, we can have a lot of fun with those,"

Jeanie said, getting up and coming to kneel in front of Nanu now. She put her
hands on Nanu's tits and fondled them, feeling around and giving them a good
squeeze. "Yeah, these're primo, babe. Well done."

Nanu didn't have a damn clue what the dunce was saying, but

her tone indicated she liked Nanu's tits, and as a result, Nanu was getting
groped. She didn't object at all.

"Mind if I?" Jeanie asked, not waiting for an

answer before leaning in and starting to swirl her tongue around one of her new
friend's nipples. Nanu shivered and gasped, decidedly not objecting to this
treatment. She hadn't been fucked in over an hour, so this was a good start.
She reached forward and groped the brunette's big tits, liking how heavy they
felt in her hand. She could feel herself getting wet, and wanted to do things
with this girl now.

"Hmm, new and better idea;” Jeanie said, pulling back

and standing up long enough to go over to a closet and pulling out a large,
plush towel. She remembered they were in there after her unfortunate encounter
a few weeks earlier with the neighbor kid, who turned out to be necrotic, or
narcosomic, or something. She laid the towel out on the marble floor, and then
smiled at Nanu, patting the towel and indicating she should lie down.

Nanu got off the toilet and laid down on her back as

instructed, looking up at the dumb girl. Jeanie smiled and crawled partially
over the smaller girl, her tits now hovering over Nanu's face, the nipples
touching her nose. She eased down some more until Nanu could get one of the
nipples in her mouth easily. Nanu began licking, tonguing and sucking readily.

"Hmm, Jeanie for the win with the good ideas," the

larger girl sighed, now craning down and beginning to suck and lick on Nanu's
ample tits, the two of them losing themselves in the moment. Neither would feel
the need to come up for air any time soon.

Back in the other room.

Becky grunted and strained, lying on her back and hands

flexing against the floor. She was pushing with her hamstrings and her ass
muscles, sweat streaming now from her nearly naked form. All she was wearing
were her thong panties, and it still felt like she had too much on. Freja was
lying opposite her, also just in her thong. They both had one leg in the air,
locked against each near the ankle, and they were pushing hard, trying to
overpower one another.

It had been some time since Becky had engaged in a good bout

of (the unfortunately named) Indian leg wrestling.

Becky gasped and groaned, wondering if Freja was in as much

discomfort as she was. She had the height advantage, a longer leg, so
presumably more leverage, but Freja was very strong, her body a little bundle
of muscle, which Becky had not appreciated until they'd decided on this little
contest and they both stripped down.

Whatever she lacked in the tits department, Freja made up

for in the powerful ass department. Becky wouldn't be surprised if the little
Danish girl could crack walnuts open between those cheeks.

She heard Freja moan, taking heart that her opponent was

working as hard as she was, although they remained in a deadlock at this point.
If she couldn't overpower Freja, she'd simply have to hope to outlast her,
until Freja's muscles were jelly and she gave up.

They hadn't really decided on what the prize was for whoever

won, but she held no doubt they'd both enjoy it.

"Uh, fuck;” Freja rasped, her leg trembling every bit

as much as Becky's. "You ams strong, like Alexandra or Andrea."

"I'll take that; as a compliment;” Becky panted, her

warm skin slick against the floor. She hoped she didn't stain the marble, she'd
have a hard time explaining that to the profs. "You're really damn strong
too, babe;”

After almost two more minutes of straining and groaning, the

strength of both women gave out at the exact same moment. Their legs bent and
collapsed down, both of them breathing heavily, supremely tired from the
contest. They slowly rolled onto their sides, almost going fetal as they tried
to catch their breath.

"That was; very difficult;” Freja managed to say.

"I'm not gonna like walking on that leg for a

week," Becky replied, thinking about the amount of grapefruit juice she
was going to be drinking to deal with the lactic acid buildup in her leg and
ass muscles. She hoped she wouldn't have to chase Nanu anywhere. "I guess
it was a tie?"

"Next time, we will make it a sexfight," Freja

breathed, thinking she'd need a forklift to get her upright. "That will be
easier on my body."

"You have a deal, Fre;” Becky said wearily, hoping the

profs didn't find her like this.

Thankfully, the muscle pains subsided relatively quickly and

easily, even if she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She found Nanu with
Jeanie, and they both seemed much more refreshed and cheerful than her and
Freja. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why.

Nanu hadn't been in Freja's presence more than three seconds

before she thrust her chest forward again, making sure the Danish girl knew who
the mayor of Titty-Town was, even if she wasn't quite so blatant about it this
time. They'd all gone to the kitchen so that Becky and Freja could rehydrate
themselves a little. Freja was just drinking bicarbonate in water, whereas
Theresa supplied Becky with her grapefruit juice.

Nanu and Jeanie were drinking milk, and the two girls

giggled at one another while they downed their glasses.

Jeanie and Freja excused themselves, needing to get back to

their condo. Jeanie hugged Nanu, making sure they squished their tits together,
then did the same with Becky, although perhaps not quite as familiarly.
Freja hugged Becky and then took a chance on hugging Nanu to say goodbye. Nanu
accepted the hug, but made sure she pressed her tits right into Freja's
reminding her who was in charge. Freja sighed, and they made their exit.

"Miss Fischer, Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne will meet you in

the Spencer Study now," Tatyana said, entering the room and nodding.
"They apologize for the delay, things are just rather busy right
now."

"Well, what with finals coming, and the big ol' housewarmings,

I'm not surprised," Becky said cheerfully, taking Nanu's hand and allowing
Tatyana to take them to the aforementioned Spencer Study. Inside, Mike and
Karen were sitting on a long, ornate chesterfield. Becky strolled in and sat
down on a loveseat just across from them, joined by Nanu. Once again, the
Egyptian girl seemed to be keeping her eyes averted.

"I hope you don't mind, Rebecca, I thought we might

continue having more of your delightful wine," Karen said, pouring some
glasses.

"I'm glad you like it, and especially glad that you

aren't asking questions," Becky answered, relieved that her mentors seemed
to genuinely understand her predicament, even if they couldn't understand her
predicament. "I promise, I'll scare up some more for you."

They were happily discussing Becky's future employment at

the university, with Mike and Karen almost teasing her with tempting tidbits
about all the latest research into quantum crystallography. Nanu listened
quietly, understanding nothing, but knowing that whatever was being discussed
was important. It was about making her Mistress happy, and nothing was more
important to her than that.

Well, getting fucked was as important, but clearly

she could have both, so why quibble?

Soon enough, they were joined by another person, whom Becky

and Nanu turned to meet. A tall, young, and incredibly handsome blond man
strolled in casually, wearing an infectious grin that Becky would recognize
anywhere, even if she hadn't met him some years ago. He was so very obviously a
DeBourne.

Nanu's eyes went wide again, and she trembled in fear.

"There you are, child-mine," Karen said as Alex

walked into the study. "You remember Miss Fischer, yes?"

"Of course," he said, smiling genially as he

walked over to where the guest was sitting with another, smaller and
exotic-looking girl. She stood up and he shook her hand, which was firm,
friendly, and warm. A definite turn-on. "It's good to see you again, Ms.
Fischer."

"Oh, God, call me Becky, please," she said, trying

to not blatantly ogle her professors' son. He was so much like Mike, only
distilled into a more human-sized form, with enchanting electric blue eyes that
radiated humor. But there was also a cool aloofness beneath, if he cared to let
it be seen, and that was something he got from his regal mother. "You've
grown up, Alex, and you were a lady-killer when you were just thirteen, I
recall."

"Well, everyone kept sayin' you were too old for me, so

I had a wait a few years," he quipped, making her laugh. "Who's your
friend, Becks?"

Becky shook her head, since his new name for her reminded

her of Mark. Still, it gave her a tingle when Alex said it, so she didn't
exactly mind. He was more than free to keep calling her that. "Alex, this
is Nanu. She's staying with me for the foreseeable future."

Alex was going to shake Nanu's hand, but instead she slipped

down to her knees, staring up at him in reverent awe before dropping her head
to look at the floor. She began speaking quietly, her voice little more than a
mumble.

Alex raised an eyebrow before glancing over at his mother

and father, who were still sitting on the large chesterfield. "Is she
speaking Coptic? That's Coptic, isn't it? I don't speak that one yet."

"Maybe if you were an elder of the church and showed a

little more liturgical piety," Karen sniffed, holding her wine glass as
she watched and assessed her son and his reactions. "Nanu is from very
small-town Egypt, but she speaks Imperial Latin."

Becky watched on, intrigued as he looked down at her again.

"Please get up;” he instructed in the language of Imperial Rome.

Nanu stood, but kept her eyes averted, even while he was

addressing her. He smiled at her. "Nanu, I'm Alex. My full name is
Alexander."

She dared to look up at him again. He was a head, shoulders,

and half a chest taller than her. She barely cleared his dad's abdomen. But she
was certainly stacked for such a small girl. She had the build of a dancer,
except with big tits.

"The conqueror is named after you," she

said in a hushed tone. "Alexander;”

Alex looked back at his parents and Becky. "Does she

think I'm a god? She's clearly not Muslim or Syriac Christian."

"We haven't quite figured out what she makes of

us," Mike replied, his deep voice from behind her making Nanu almost
shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. This had been quite the day for her, and
she'd met three gods now. How many people could say that?

"Well, better you guys spend time thinkin' about it

than me," Alex concluded, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with
Nanu, taking her hands and smiling. She trembled at the touch.

"Welcome to my home, Nanu;” he said cheerfully.

She looked like she might faint. Her heart was thundering in

her chest again, and she felt dizzy.

"I hear you're due to get married, Alex," Becky

mentioned, taking the pressure off Nanu before she just expired right there on
the Persian rug. "Your aunt?"

"Yep," Alex said, rising while gesturing for Becky

and Nanu to sit again, which they did, Nanu somewhat unsteadily. Becky gave her
some water while Alex eased himself onto the chesterfield next to Becky. Half a
second later, Valentina brought in more drinks. Becky smirked at the steaming
blue beverage waiting for Alex. Apparently it was some nerdy thing called a
'Romulan Ale'. "Mom's sister that I'm named after. "I take it you've
heard the whole crazy story?"

"Crazy stories seem to be the theme of this past

year," Becky agreed. "Damned if I can get into mine, though. I am
looking forward to meeting her as well, though. Your mom and dad have mentioned
her over the years, the fact that she was missing from your lives. She and your
grandmother were gone by the time I knew them."

"Speaking of my baby sister, would you happen to know

her whereabouts?" Karen asked, looking at her son.

"She went with Aunt Jen to the pub while I was in

class," he replied, nodding to Val in approval as he tried his drink.
"Aunt Jen had a bunch a followers, so she took them all for a drink."

"Meaning it'll somehow magically happen on my

tab," Karen muttered while Mike patted her shoulder. "When was
that?"

"Alexa only had a half day, so they're probably almost

home by now," he replied. "Aunt Jen really likes Theresa's coq au
vin."

He looked at Becky and Nanu now. "You two staying for

dinner? Theresa makes killer food."

"Well, your chef's bologna hasn't had any disastrous

effects on Nanu's digestive tract, so I assume fresh poultry ought to be
fine," Becky mused.

"Nitrates and preservatives are the enemy, eh?"

the young man laughed, once again reminding Becky of his father and giving her
a tingle.

They finished their drinks and Mike and Karen agreed to take

them on a small tour. Becky was rather interested in the energy-saving
measures, like the solar panels and the thermochromic windows. They were all
touring the temperate produce greenhouse (called the 'Orangerie') some while
later when two people joined them.

"We're back, and we're not even hammered," the

tall, gorgeous blonde chimed musically, the air of the room lightening with her
presence. Even the resident butterflies of the Orangerie seemed to dance about
when she was near them. She walked right up to Becky and hugged her. "You
must be Becky! I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard a lot about you too, but I never would've

believed anyone could be as stacked as your older sister," Becky replied,
happily returning the squishy hug. "Let me introduce Nanu. Unless you
speak Coptic, you'll need to speak Latin to her."

"Hi, Nanu!" Alex almost sang as she knelt

and hugged the shorter girl. Nanu's eyes looked like they might just spring out
of her head before she swooned, not even having a chance to get on her knees
and avert her eyes. "I'm Alexa!"

"A; leks...a;” the Egyptian girl murmured as the tall,

blonde goddess finally released her. She didn't go to her knees, she simply
gazed at Alexa in quiet awe. This had been quite a day for her, even by her
standards recently.

"And I'm Jenny, lovey," the countess said, walking

over and giving Becky a hug. "Chuffed to have you around. Have the lord
and lady of the manor made their proposal to you yet?"

"They have, and I've accepted, countess," Becky

replied, enjoying yet another squishy, sexy hug. She had no doubt she'd end up
fucking these two women eventually, if not Alex. She'd never had sex with a
countess before, just a French noblewoman that she was reasonably certain was her
own ancestor. "I could use the pay upgrade, certainly. Gotta pay for the
classes to keep this bod toned somehow."

"Delighted to hear it," Jenny said cheerfully, the

two women still holding one another by the waist as they smiled at each other.
Mike and Karen looked on, trying not to smirk. "And you're quite lovely,
my dear. Certainly it won't hurt to’

"Oh my gosh;” Alexa breathed, looking at the floor as

an epiphany shivered through her. She looked up at Becky and Jenny. "We've
gotta do that."

"Do what, darling?" Jenny asked, looking at her

but still holding Becky, their hips touching.

"Well, look at us," Alexa said, coming over and

inserting herself into the small hug, which was now a three-way. "Three
tall, gorgeous blondes; we need to form a clique, or a union or
something."

"I've never belonged to a union," Jenny mused.

"I've never not belonged to a union," Becky

added. "Don't think I've been in a clique, though."

"Yeah, but where's this ever happen?" Alexa

said, pointing at each of them in turn. "Three natural blonde goddesses
all together, none of us made of plastic or silicone; we're the world's most
awesome and exclusive clique."

"A Trinity," Alex added rather unhelpfully.

"Yes!" Alexa said loudly, turning and pointing at

Alex in excitement while Karen favored her son with a sour look for encouraging
this. "The Trinity! That's it exactly!"

She took Becky and Jenny by the hands and began pulling them

out of the Orangerie, confusing the butterflies. "C'mon! We've gotta go
take pics to celebrate our formation;”

"Take care of Nanu for me," Becky called back,

getting pulled along in Alexa's wake, as was the countess. The girl was
frighteningly strong when she was exited; Becky would be amazed if even Andrea
was stronger than Alexa. "Feed her or something', that'll keep her
occupied."

Nanu watched her Mistress disappear with the golden-haired

goddess with the giant tits, along with the other woman. Seconds later, the
three gods she was left with all turned to look down at her. She stared back at
them awkwardly for a moment before opening her mouth and pointing at her
gullet, then licking her lips and rubbing her belly.

She looks like Nibbles the Mouse from those old Tom and

Jerry cartoons when she does that," Alex observed.

"Well, let's go see if Theresa can scare up some more

bologna for her," the golden-eyed goddess named Karen mused, holding out
her hand for the Nanu to take.

"Ba-lo;” Nanu said eagerly as she followed Karen out of

the Orangerie. "Ba-lo;”

Soon enough she'd be eating again, and hopefully someone

would fuck her. She hadn't anticipated anything like this happening to her, and
she owed it all to her Mistress and the god-machine.

It was a good day to be Nanu Tehemet.

A study on the third floor.

"Okay, so," Alexa began, herding the two women into

the room and then closing the door for privacy. "This is gonna be awesome,
the world's most elite clique."

"It would be nice to belong to something Kat

cannot dominate," Jenny mused, nodding. "What does our clique
do?"

"Just exist to show off how wonderful it is to be a

blonde goddess," Alexa reasoned, rubbing her hands together and then
assessing them both for a moment. "I mean, we're gotta spread the truth,
right?"

"Good enough for me," Becky declared readily,

watching Alexa go over to a closet and pull out an expensive-looking camera and
tripod. "Lotsa pics in various states of dress and undress?"

"It's as if you were reading my mind, Miss

Fischer," Jenny laughed . "Oh, but this will be fun!"

"Lemme just get this set up here," Alexa said,

fiddling with the tripod and mounting the camera. "Pics, vids, whatever we
want, and I even have some telescopic mounts so we can record from above if we
like. We shouldn't need more than thirty minutes this first time. Will Nanu be
okay for that long, Becks?"

"If they feed her, she won't even notice I'm missing

until tomorrow," Becky chuckled. "For my part, we've got time."

"We'll start with dressed pictures, then get

progressively undressed," Alexa said, clearly in charge. She was a
Blackwell, so neither of the other women contested it. "Just in case we
get outta control and then can't put our clothes back on correctly."

"Good thinking, lovey," Jenny agreed, even if she

was more than ready to shed her layers with these two. "I can forget my
own name after naughty fun, forget how to dress myself."

"Has that happened to you recently, countess?"

Becky asked, smirking at her new playmate.

"My dear girl, it has been intimated to me that you

have also been fucked by the lord and lady of the manor, so you no doubt walk
through the same haze I do once those two have had their way with you,"
Jenny pointed out, smirking and pulling Becky to her. They held one another
close again, hands on one another's behinds as they stared into each other's
eyes.

"Hey, wait for me," Alexa whined from behind the

camera. "I'm not fucking Mike, but Kar has worked me over plenty of times,
we all share that!"

"And you get drilled by your nephew, so no complaints

on your part, right?" Becky teased, her tits pressed to Jenny's while they
both looked over at their hostess.

"Hey, you guys wanna ride that Tilt-A-Whirl, I don't

mind," Alexa said with a shrug. "I could use the help sometimes, ya’
know? Why do you think I keep Freja and Jeanie around?"

They both laughed as she trotted over, having set the timer

on the camera. "Okay, It's gonna take a series of pics, with time between
each set, so we can arrange ourselves however we like. We'll do sets with each
of us in the center so that they're personalized. Get ready!"

They faced the camera, each of them striking a pose, with

Jenny starting in the middle.

"Show them legs off, and tits on parade, ladies!"

Alexa said, turning her torso slightly to show off her large bust while she ran
her fingers through all her golden hair. Jenny put one hand on her hip and gave
the camera sultry smirk, while Becky put her hands on the back of her head,
winked and stuck her tongue out.

They put Becky in the middle next, and she turned her back

to the camera. She looked over her shoulder and smirked, smacking her ass for
the picture. Alexa leaned forward, letting the camera see down her shirt, and
Jenny turned, cocking her forward leg and opening the slit of her skirt,
showing off her thigh.

Alexa went in the middle now, but since she was noticeably

taller than the other two, she squatted down, sliding one long leg out to the
side so that she wasn't towering over them. Jenny and Becky both leaned into
one another over her, the countess' left boob pressing into Becky's right while
they both smirked for the camera. Alexa had her hands reaching back to caress
their thighs, giving the camera a wicked, sultry look.

"Next up, shirts off, bras only," she declared,

standing up and shucking off her top to reveal her large bust, only barely
contained by her brassiere, which was working overtime and deserved hazard pay.

Built just like the prof; Becky almost sighed, trying

to not stare at Lexi's huge tits. Her own tits were on the large side, of
course, right up there with the countess', but there was no question who ruled
the titty roost here.

"And after this, we'll strip to thongs and take pics

from above, standing in a circle with our tits all pressed together,"
Alexa added, getting ready for the next set.

Becky laughed. She couldn't think of belonging to a better

clique or union.

And she couldn't wait to collect on benefits.

Later that evening.

"It was so good to see you again, darling," Karen

said, standing on the marble landing with Becky, with Mike towering over them
both. Nanu was still in the kitchen, getting a care package of food Theresa had
made for her. Dinner had been a big hit with Nanu, and Becky was now wondering
how she'd ever keep the girl fed.

"It was amazing and wonderful to see you too,"

Becky breathed, allowing her eyes to sting a little. "And I promise,
you'll be seeing so much of us now. I'm sorry I let it go so long."

"The important thing is that the issue is being

corrected, my love," Karen said softly, holding Becky's hands and looking
deep into her eyes. "You and Nanu are always welcome here. No questions asked,
no permissions necessary. That is how Michael and I want it."

"You always were too good to me, you know," the

blonde woman sniffled, smiling. "I love you both, you made me who I
am."

"We love you too, Rebecca," Karen cooed, pulling

her former student into a deep, loving kiss. It lasted nearly a minute before
Becky pulled back, shivering and letting out a sigh. She turned to look up at
Mike hopefully.

He picked her up bodily and she squeaked and giggled,

kicking her feet daintily as she left the marble landing. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed him devotedly, losing herself in the feeling of
safety he always gave her when they embraced. Finally, she dropped down and
wiped at her eye.

"Even though I've got lots of stuff to do to get ready for

finals, I promise to start digging into all the stuff you'll be sending me
about the fall semester," she said, smiling as Nanu now joined them,
holding a small linen sack that was no doubt full of ba-lo, and other goodies.
Tatyana, who had brought Nanu out, nodded politely and then headed back inside.
She'd see them again soon enough.

"Okay, but you don't need to do that alone,

Rebecca," Karen told her. "More important to me is making sure you
will be here for the housewarmings. Whatever we need to do to make that happen,
we will do it. Count on it."

"I always have," Becky said almost reverently

before smiling down at Nanu. "Okay, your turn to say good bye."

Nanu murmured something, but hugged Karen tight, then

allowed herself to be picked up and hugged by the god before getting down and
nodding to Becky. It had been a long and stimulating day. She was ready to go
home. Alex, Alexa, and Jenny joined them on the landing, saying their final
goodbyes for the visit. They'd all exchanged information, and they would now be
communicating constantly. Who was Becky to complain about a tight sexting ring?

Rather reluctantly, she turned and walked down the steps,

holding Nanu's hand. The tiny girl looked back and waved at everyone, smiling.

"Good; bye;” she called out.

They got into Becky's car, and she buckled Nanu in. When she

got into her own seat, she could see just Mike and Karen looking at them now,
everyone else having gone back inside. She smiled and waved while flicking her
high beams as a final goodbye. They waved back and just watched silently as she
came around in the driveway and started heading down toward the Bridle Path,
soon out of sight in the darkness of night.

"What a wonderful and interesting day that was,"

Karen sighed, still smiling at the driveway. "Do you think she'll ever
have the time to tell us what is really happening with her?"

"Gordon," the titan man said, putting his arm

around her and walking her back into their home. "Something tells me that
she has all the time in the world;”

Back in Lytton Park, half an hour later.

Becky was lounging back in her comfy chair in the living

room, letting the cellphone ring. She was wearing her little Bluetooth earbuds,
so she could also enjoy a glass of Falernian wine. She smiled at Nanu, who was
lying on her stomach on the couch, very naked and very passed out. Apparently
they'd found her limit for food, sex, and meeting unusual people, and she was
now sleeping like an angel.

"Hiya, Becks," Kay said cheerfully. "Not

like you to call this late, so I'm guessing' you're pumped full of orgasm
hormones and gotta gush to someone?"

"I suppose there's that too," Becky giggled,

indeed still feeling gloriously giddy in some ways. "It was a wonderful
day, everything I remembered them being, and better. I actually phoned to ask a
question."

"Anything, babe. Ask away."

"Well, I really enjoy our weekly nights out,"

Becky began. "I just; will I still be allowed to come along if I'm not on
the team any more?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for several

seconds. Becky just waited patiently. She had to tell someone.

"Holy shit, Becks," Kay murmured. "They

offered you a fucking job?"

"At the university, teaching Physics to the

first-years," Becky confirmed, nodding as if her friend could see the
gesture. "They'll make sure I have what I need to get my doctorate, and I;
I get to work with my idols, Kay. It's a dream come true."

"I'm happy for you, even if we're all gonna miss

you, you lucky bitch," her friend said. "And yes, you're still
gonna be welcome to our nights out, dummy. If you're not too big and busy for
us, of course."

"Dork," Becky giggled. "I guess I'll announce

it to staff on Monday, make it known. And I've got a great replacement in mind
that I hope they'll snatch up. My friend Julie."

Kay was silent while she thought about that. "Isn't

she the hot brunette who teaches kindergarten and elementary? She's filled in
for some of us before as a supply teacher. I suppose having her on board will
lessen the pain of losing you a bit. Still, I'm happy and excited for you,
Becks. You deserve this. I always told you that you were wasted doing this
stuff with retarded teenagers."

"I'll miss some of those retarded teenagers,"

Becky almost sniffled.

"Hmm, some more than others, I think," Kay

said slyly, teasing. "Admit it, Fischer."

"This again?" the physics teacher sighed. "I

told you, there's nothing between Simmons and me. If there was going to
be, I'd wait until he was eighteen, ya’ know. I have standards."

"Hard to give up such a fab tease," Kay

admitted. "Soon enough, you'll be boning hot young university studs."

Nanu burped loudly and long in her sleep, mumbling and then

shifting around to face away from Becky.

"That could only' have been Nanu," Kay

laughed. "I really hope the upgrade in pay allows you to keep up with
her appetite, babe."

"I hope so too," Becky said before yawning.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it had also been a deliciously long and
sexy day for her too, and she was rather wiped out. "Don't hate me, hon,
but I'm really done-zo. I'm gonna take Miss Manners here upstairs and
crash."

"Don't blame you after the day you've had, but call

me over the weekend and tell me more," Kay instructed. "Proud
of you, Fischer, have a good night."

"You too, hon. Night."

Becky ended the call, rested her head back against the chair

and sighed lazily. She felt better for getting that off her chest, like she
wasn't going to burst any more. She sat quietly for some time, humming to
herself and finishing her wine, reflecting on where life was taking her. Taking
them. She never could have guessed, after all.

It still seemed unfair to her that her idols weren't meant

to know about time travel. They almost seemed to have figured out what was
happening with her when she couldn't give them help. They were running on that
frightening intuition they were both famous for. They'd intended to offer her a
job, and they were making her life wonderful in ways they couldn't imagine.

She was going to be working on temporal mechanics!

Nanu, my love, if you could only understand, she

thought, looking over at her now constant companion and smiling warmly. Maybe
she thought the profs and Alex and Lexi were gods, but given the world she'd
come from, it made perfect sense she would do so. There were no better
candidates than those four, after all.

I regret telling you to wait, Mark, Becky mused. Not

that you'll notice, but it's three months for Nanu and I. And yeah, I guess I
am rather partial to you, even if I don't dare tell Kay. We've been through a
lot together, haven't we?

She was only twenty-seven, and she had a long and exciting

life still ahead of her.

Becky picked up her phone again and texted someone.

Once her wine was finished, she got out of the chair and

went over to Nanu. She picked the girl up, thankful she was so tiny, and took
her upstairs to their bedroom. It was nearly eleven, and she was ready for some
shuteye.

Nanu stirred in her arms, rubbing her eyes for a moment and

looking up at her tiredly. "Mistress?"

"Hi, beautiful," Becky cooed. "Just

taking us up to bed."

"Okay," the Egyptian girl mumbled. "I'm

going to be asleep, so you can just fuck me if you feel the need. I won't mind."

Becky giggled and kissed her forehead as she entered the

darkness of the bedroom, laying Nanu down and covering her up. She then
undressed and went into the bathroom to get ready. She brushed her teeth and
combed out her hair, humming a gentle tune. Once she was finished, she crawled
in beside Nanu and hugged her close.

The smaller girl mumbled, smacked her lips, and wrapped her

arms and legs around Becky. It made Becky smile and her eyes sting, knowing
Nanu felt; safe. She was warm, she was fed, she was safe. As big as the changes
were to Becky's life, they were nothing compared to what Nanu had experienced,
after all.

She hoped for the better.

Saturday.

Nanu sat on Becky's lap, watching the computer screen in

fascination, but also occasionally frowning. Becky noticed that she seemed very
upset when some scenes of the famine came up in Ethiopia, and they could see
emaciated children looking wholly miserable. She was personally thankful for
the philanthropy and charity work the profs tirelessly did, always raising and
donating money to help curb the worst effects of famine and poverty.

Nanu squirmed in her seat and looked at her now, her

expression pained. She had something to say, and Becky paused the video feed.

"What is it, my love?" she asked.

"Mistress, I don't understand," Nanu

fretted. "All the problems of the world could be solved. Hunger,
sickness, war, even death. People of your age could make all those things go
away with your marvels and wisdom. Why does it persist?"

Becky took some time in answering, but she was as honest as

she could be. "I; I think, darling, that there are people out there,
immensely powerful people, who like things the way they are. They like ruling
everyone else, and they don't care if it hurts. They don't want people to be
free, because then their power is gone. They care only for themselves and what
they have at the expense of everyone else. We're not so different from people
in your own time that way."

Nanu looked at the floor intently, her eyes roving back and

forth as she thought about what Becky had said. Nearly a minute had passed
before she looked up at her beloved Mistress. "Then we must kill those
people," she said, her tone, leaving no room for doubting her
conviction. "All of them."

Holy shit, I'm raising an anarcho-communist, Becky

thought, closing her eyes.

Clearly there was a long way to go to help Nanu fit into

this world.

 Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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