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The Time Riders: Part 9

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The Time Riders: Part 9
Planning Another Vacation Time Travel.

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



Cast of Characters:

Mark

Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new
life. Uses various aliases in traveling.

Rebecca

'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.

Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.

Chester

Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
in 17th Century French village.

Cardinal

Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.

Alexandra

D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.

Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled

brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.

Dhallyla: Mark's mother.

Roxy: Mark's sister.

Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by

Becky, dark complexion.

Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother

of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.

Flavius:

Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
protective father of Dometia,

Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A

pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
by Roman court.

The

Retiallis: A gladiator of the
Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes
to Sumeria.

Rullus:

A bulky gladiator of huge physical
dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria.

Achilleia:

A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the
whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria.

Roxy stomped out of his room, trying to not slam the door

behind her. Once he heard her heading down the stairs, Mark sank onto the
corner of his bed and exhaled loudly, another shiver running up his spine. He
suddenly had to pee.

Had he really told Roxy the truth? He hadn't planned

to, but he didn't exactly know what he planned to tell her, either. Now that he
thought of it, telling her the truth was even more ridiculous than any
appreciable lie he could have come up with, wasn't it? Of course she wouldn't
believe him about a time machine, and she was quite reasonable not to. Just
because it was true didn't mean she was committing an error in judgment.

But now what? He had no idea how long her coerced 'promise'

would hold her. She was really hot under the collar, and Roxy didn't take
losing well at the best of times. He'd just have to be careful, he supposed.
More so.

He sighed and looked down at her little weed pipe, still in

its baggie. In a moment of panic, when Roxy had been standing over him and
threatening to slug him across the jaw, he'd made an instant decision; taking a
lesson from his playbook with Becky; and resolved that he would get into
Danni's house and filch the pipe, because he knew Roxy kept it there. He'd
heard her talking over the phone about it with Danni at various points, and
never really thought anything of it. Until now.

He was familiar with Danni's house, since she'd been best

friends with Roxy since they were little. When the two families were having
dinner together, the girls had often dragged Mark upstairs and dressed him in
girl's clothes and put makeup on him, like he was a doll for their tea parties.
He also knew that Danni's parents didn't care if she smoked, because he'd heard
Roxy lament this fact over the phone, wishing her parents were that cool.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do the math of all this

in his head. It would take Roxy thirty minutes to reach Danni's house in her
car, to ask what the Hell had happened. But Danni would protest, insisting
she'd never betray her friend and give Mark the pipe. Then she'd prove
it by showing Roxy it was exactly where it was supposed to be, which was taped
inside to the top of her underwear drawer.

Only it wouldn't be there.

Unless Mark went back to Danni's place and stashed it again,

before the girls got up to her room. And then got out again. That'd really fuck
with Roxy's head, and make Danni think Rox had gone insane.

It took eight minutes for Mark to fire up and prime the

Holmes Field Device, which was sitting in a corner in the basement that no one
ever used. It was dead space, and as safe as any place else could be that
wasn't Becky's basement. Eight minutes to prime it and program in the coordinates
and the time. Like, literally a minute after he'd apparently gotten the pipe
out of there to begin with.

What?

His mind was almost spinning at the logic flips. He had to return

the pipe before he actually stole it? When did he steal it if he hadn't done
it before returning it? And did that mean he had to steal it twice?

He could account, apparently, for Danni not being in her

room the first time, because he'd seemingly gotten away with it. If he landed a
minute or so after he had burgled her, he would have the time he needed, he
hoped, before she came back from wherever she was.

Return it; steal it later, when no one is looking, then

return it; I think.

He heard the distinct sound of Roxy's Mustang roaring away

down the road angrily. He somehow doubted that he had thirty minutes.

What if he miscalculated and got caught? The obvious issues

aside, how did he explain the Holmes Field Device?

Could he explain it? People in this era thought time travel

was fanciful sci-fi, after all. What happened then?

He dropped the baggie on the bed, clasped his face in his

hands and groaned, the number of calculations he needed to do making his head
hurt. He really needed to stop pulling his solutions out of his ass, he
was going to give himself a time-hemorrhoid.

Time was wasting.

"Wow, Mark," Becky mused as she sat in her

lounger, sipping at the Falernian wine. Her bottles were almost gone, and
they'd soon have to go back to their secret place in the woods and get more. It
had been a rather involved operation, getting the giant vats aged a certain
number of years back in the Roman era, then transporting them into the present
and burying them again, so that they had a large stock of perfectly aged wine.
"You sure like to play with fire, don't you?"

"Tell me about it," he said wearily, as he sat on

the couch, long pull drink from his own wine glass. "Can't believe it went
off without a hitch."

"You were near death that first night with me,"

Becky said rather somberly, concerned about the stress on her student's face.
"And that only required one trip on your part, and my belief in myself.
This little circus, however, I'll be amazed if your time cops don't show up to
lecture you again. You'd deserve it."

"I felt trapped, okay?" he said, trying to keep

the exasperation out of his voice. He knew Becky was right, and he didn't want
to snap at her. It had just really worn him out. He'd lost track of when he was
supposed to be there, and how often. He'd eventually concluded that dumb luck
had saved him from criminal charges, not to mention any other headaches.
"I just; when telling her the truth didn't make her go away, I jumped into
my playbook, which at this time, consists of what I did with you."

"What would you have done, exactly, if she'd believed

you about the Holmes Field Device?" Becky queried, looking at him with
interest.

He considered and gave a halfhearted shrug. "I guess I

knew she wouldn't, because if I told Roxy I was a guy, she'd yank my pants down
to make sure. But to answer your question, I; I dunno. I was just really outta
options."

"I know you know this, Mark, but we obviously have to

find ways for you to be even more careful," she said in a gentle tone.
"You haven't timelocked yourself yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if you
came really close there."

"No shit," he muttered, scowling at his glass.

"Sorry, just stressed."

"Oh, poor baby," Becky cooed, getting out of her

seat and coming over to sit down next to Mark. She pulled him into lean on her
and then rested his face between her opulent tits, knowing exactly the effect
this would have on him. "Just relax, it's all fine now."

Mark sighed and nuzzled into her tits, relaxing a little.

His teacher's scent and her glorious softness had a calming effect on his
frazzled nerves. "Uhd, we should go on vacation in some remote time for a
year or so. I could use it."

Becky giggled, stroking her fingers through her student's

dark hair. "If only we could."

"Well, why couldn't we?" Mark reasoned, still

nuzzling and refusing to leave his nest. "We've got a time machine, don't
we?"

"Mark, a two-week vacation is one thing, but longer

stretches are problematic."

"Why?"

Becky sighed and put down her wine, opting to just hold him

while he nuzzled her boobs. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the sensation,
after all. She knew that Mark, even though he was at least as experienced a
time traveler as she was at this point, was still an eighteen-year-old boy, who
had failed her Physics course. He just wasn't good at this stuff yet. But he
took her with him readily, and she would have all the patience in the world
until he caught up.

If he ever did.

"Mark, let's say you and I did indeed go on vacation

for a year, somewhere in the time stream," she began, still stroking his
wavy, dark hair. "And let's say we left tonight."

"Sounds good, I'm in," Mark replied in a muffled

tone.

She smirked and continued. "And we come back after a

year, to, say, an hour after we left, no one would notice, right?"

"That's the beauty of it," he agreed, nodding in

her boobs.

"But we'd notice," she pointed out. We'd be

a whole year older than when we left. When you got back, everyone would be
trying to celebrate your nineteenth birthday, when, in reality, you're twenty.
And you're the only one aside from me who knows it. Thanks to my captivity in
the Louvre, I'm already a month older than our calendar indicates, so my
birthday is technically inaccurate."

He paused as he considered what she was saying.

"And let's say, God forbid, that the time machine broke

down somewhere in the past," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone.
"Neither of us knows how to fix it, and there's absolutely no guarantee
that we'd be able to find someone who could. What if it took the two of us five
years to repair it, against all odds? We'd arrive back, an hour after we left,
if we could, and everyone would notice we were magically five years older. I'd
be thirty, you'd be twenty-three. We'd both look somewhat older, undoubtedly.
How would we account for that?"

Mark said nothing, just listening.

"The only alternative would be to arrive five years in

the future, to make up the difference, but then we've been AWOL with no
explanation for five years," she continued. "Sure, maybe you can say
you joined the merchant marines without a moment's notice, but what would I
say?"

She took his chin gently and turned his head to look up into

her blue eyes.

"We can't mess with the time stream and people's lives

like that," she said quietly, almost sadly. "We're not from an era
where time travel is the norm and people know what to expect."

"You sure know how to take the fun out of time travel,

Becks," he sighed, shaking his head. She giggled and cradled him in her
bosom again, knowing he didn't mean it.

"Silly," she cooed, jiggling her tits against his

face a little. "You know better than anyone how much fun I can be in the
time stream."

"Yeah, that's true," Mark admitted, smiling and

turning over on his back to look up at her while he lay in her lap. She was
wearing black yoga pants, and a tight tank top and gave her impressive bust
lots of breathing room. "But I really could use a little time away, to be
honest. This nonsense stressed me out."

"I'm sure it did, and hopefully you'll start thinking

about these things ahead of time," she agreed, poking him in the nose.
"In terms of what we could do, I have been giving the matter some
thought."

Mark raised an eyebrow. Becky never had bad ideas. Not

compared to his, in any event. "I'm all ears."

"Hardly," Becky giggled, reaching her hand down to

gently cup his crotch beneath his jeans. "Let me explain first. You're not
the only one with a predicament, although mine isn't necessarily
self-inflicted."

"Still listening," Mark said dryly, noticing the

cheerful jibe.

"It's difficult, being separated by three months the

way we are," Becky said, caressing his cheek. "You, the Mark lying in
my lap, you're from my upcoming summer. Me, I'm still waiting for the school
year to finish. And three times a week, I see you in my classroom, and have to
remind myself that the you sitting in that desk is not only still a minor,
still, but has absolutely no idea about any of this."

Mark said nothing, considering.

"And I have to constantly be on guard, making sure I'm

not sitting behind my desk, gazing at you dreamily in an off moment, or
reminding myself not to sext you from the bathroom."

"Damn, now I kinda wish you had," Mark mused,

making her snicker.

"Silly. What I'm saying, is that I think in the very

near future, we'll need to not see each other for three months, as agonizing as
that sounds, so that I can catch up with you."

Mark screwed up his face as he thought about that.

"That does sound sucky."

"Oh, it won't be for you," Becky pointed out.

"You get to hop on your time machine and return to three months from now,
just like you always do every time we meet up. You won't even notice the
difference. But you've also very tacitly avoided my future self for now,
haven't you?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you said to. Not that hard; it's a

big city, and you told me where you tend to be at any given time, so it isn't
much of a challenge."

"Well, I want to catch up," Becky said firmly.

"I want us to be on the same relative time frame, so that we don't need to
worry about twists and so on, where things can go wrong. And if that means not
seeing this you for three months," she whispered, placing her hand
gently on his crotch, "and no time travelling for me because you've got
the Holmes Field Device, then I'll manage. But it needs fixing, Mark."

"Okay, done," Mark agreed, nodding. "But you

mentioned something fun, which hasn't come up yet in this presentation so
far."

"Well," Becky began again. "I was thinking

that we really should go and get Nanu and bring her forward with us. "It's
not fair to leave her in that villa by herself. She doesn't really know how to
look after herself, after all."

"But we can keep visiting her," Mark pointed out.

"She doesn't understand time travel, she'd hardly notice."

"If we keep coming back to the same point in time to

visit her, or at least within the same period frequently, it's true that little
or no time will have passed for her," Becky said. "But we have our
own lives, and goodness only knows when we'll have the time to pop out to
Imperial Rome again. Years might pass for us before we can see her. How would
we explain how much older we look to her?"

"That again," Mark sighed, resenting the

mathematical drudgery of time travel. "Yeah, that would freak her out. And
as far as she's concerned, I'm still your slave, and she is too."

"It's a notion I'll have to disabuse her of, once we

bring her back here," Becky confirmed. "But I was thinking we'd have
some fun when we go back and get her, and then she could stay with me. I'd
spend our three months apart teaching her about our time and world, and when
you meet us, we'd all be caught up together. Sound good?"

"Well, I can't imagine it not being fun if you're

around," Mark replied, grinning and sitting up, feeling considerably
better after this talk with his teacher. "What're we gonna use to get the
funds?"

"Well," Becky said, making a cute show of thinking.

"I've actually checked with that chroniques dealer? The one over on
Adelaide that we were directed to?"

"You've been busy!" Mark laughed, putting his arm

around her shoulder.

"I like to be prepared," she purred, snuggling

into his side. "Anyway, I told him about my complete collection of
Monchhichi minis that I inherited from my older cousin when I was young. Never
did anything with 'em, because they just took up shelf space. But he's willing
to give me a lot of money for them, apparently they're huge in the
thirty-third century."

"Well, of course they are," Mark said, rolling his

eyes. "I; what the Hell are they, anyway? Never heard of 'em."

"Oh, just collectible figurines from Japan in the

Seventies, they look like cute little lolicon monkeys, along with a plushie
toyline and several cartoons," she explained, waiving dismissively.
"I couldn't care less about them, and if they make some person happy
thirteen hundred years in the future, great. I'm getting lots of money for
'em."

"Okay," Mark agreed, shrugging. "I was gonna

sell my dad's Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots or Micronauts if we needed the geld. I'd
probably get a good price on those, too."

"You will," she confirmed. "But my lolicon

monkeys are worth more, so we'll use them. So, we'll go see Nanu, tell her
what's really up, have a lot of fun, spread my money around, and then bring her
back. Sound good? I think two weeks of solid sucking and fucking should make
you forget your woes."

"I can hardly wait," Mark declared.

"Why wait at all, big boy?" she purred again, as

she undid his fly and bent her head down while fishing his cock out of his
pants.

Nanu sighed as she sat on the solium, kicking her

legs back and forth slowly as she looked at the mosaic on the floor. It had
been over a week now since she had seen anybody, let alone her mistress.
As gorgeous as her surroundings were, this expansive villa hidden in the
distant hills outside of mighty Rome, she was decidedly lonely. She'd never
really spent any appreciable time by herself before Lady Aurora had purchased
her from the Flavians.

Despite her mistress' unwelcome absence, she found herself

smiling as she thought of her. Lovely, lovely Lady Aurora Horatia; tall, with
long, golden blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, sensuous lips that were always
parted to show her white teeth and radiant smile.

Her thoughts turned to the lady's other parts now, and she

blushed. She thought of her mistress' lovely neck, supple shoulders, her large,
perky bust, trim waist and glorious, tight ass. Nanu felt warm as she pictured
Lady Aurora's cunt, which she kept smooth and clean; so unusual for a Roman
patrician woman. She had long, strong dancer's legs, just like Nanu. She
remembered how captivated she'd been while she watched Lady Aurora dance at the
orgy.

Bonosus.

Lady Aurora's principal slave, and her lover. Dark, wavy

hair, and deep brown eyes; he was unnaturally tall, at least to Nanu, with an
athletic build, broad shoulders, and a small waist that was hard to the touch;
and his cock was huge. It had felt like it was tearing Nanu apart when she rode
on it with wild abandon.

She came out of her reverie and looked around again, sighing

forlornly. The villa was beautiful, with plastered walls covered in colorful
frescoes, mosaic floors, indoor bathing chambers and toilets, beautiful
gardens, a stream just behind the building, and all the delicious food she
could eat. She had all the creature comforts any slave could ever want, but it
was still quiet and lonely for her.

She looked down at herself, using her fingers to pull slightly

at the material of the top of the dress she wore. It was a spare garment, made
of quality linen, one of several Lady Aurora had bought for Nanu from the
Flavius family. Of course, the slave girl was thrilled beyond words to wear
such a thing, and in all ways, she saw her ownership by Lady Aurora as a
turning point in her life, the beginning of something wonderful beyond words.
She and Bonosus were the luckiest slaves to ever live.

But not if she was so very alone.

Nanu, born into poverty in the tiny settlement of Akhmim in

Egypt, the youngest of twelve children. Sold into slavery to the Flavians at a
tender age to help feed her family, she'd lived a hard life, doing the most
menial of tasks for the wealthy Roman family at their home in Tepihu, far up the
Nile.

But then they discovered she could dance, and dance well.

She was sent to the principal Flavian household in distant Rome, a place she'd
only ever heard of, and could never imagine. She danced for the patriarch and
his wife, and they agreed to keep her on, as long as her legs held out. So Nanu
danced relentlessly, determined to never return to the misery she'd known
before.

Within a year, she was the leader of the dancing girls the

Flavians owned, and whatever jealousies the other girls might have held were
quickly cast aside. Nanu understood that if she treated them all equally, she
was more likely to prosper, rather than looking after only herself at their
expense. She was lovers with all of them, and it wasn't long before she was
fucking the lord and lady as well. Her position was as secure as a slave's
could be under such circumstances.

True, she was still punished, quite often for things beyond

her control. But the Flavians were not overly harsh with her, having her
flogged with short, thin reed brooms, to avoid scarring her. It hurt, and she
cried, but she inevitably recovered, usually to be fucked by Master Flavius as
she soon as she could walk.

She left the chair and walked over to a small table, on

which sat a highly polished silver mirror. She picked it up and looked at
herself, pursing her lips, assessing her features. She'd always concluded that
she was at least somewhat attractive, since men (and women) always wanted to
fuck her. She was aware that being a highly trained dancer gave her a desirable
physique for a slave, and her strong, taut muscles kept her cunt tight. Her
tits were not overly large, but were pronounced from her torso, and jiggled
when she danced or ran. She thought they swayed nicely when she walked.

She had the creamy bronze skin of the people of the Black

Lands, children of the pharaohs. Her thick hair was a glossy blue-black, and
she kept it trimmed to just past her jaw, in the manner of women in her
country. Her eyes were a warm hazel, with tawny flecks many of the other
dancing girls described as bewitching and seductive. If only she could-

"Well now, if it isn't everyone's favorite dancing

slave," quipped a lyrical voice from nearby. Nanu's head snapped
around and she cried out in delight as she espied Lady Aurora standing in the
door nearby, with Bonuses just behind, looming over her and grinning. Nanu had
been so wrapped up in looking at her reflection and feeling sorry for herself
that she hadn't even heard them approach.

"Mistress!" the Egyptian girl called out as

she darted across the room and threw herself into Lady Aurora's waiting arms.
"Magistra! How I Have Missed You!"

"We've missed you too, Nanu," Becky said

softly, hugging the shorter girl and kissing the top of her head while Nanu
burst into tears. "I'm sorry we were away for so long."

"It felt like forever, mistress, I won't lie," Nanu

said, choking back her sobs before pressing her mouth to Becky's and kissing
her fiercely. Becky returned the kiss gladly, and the women greeted one another
with tangling tongues and wandering hands for nearly a minute before they
needed to breathe. Nanu looked up at Becky now, her eyes still wide and wet
with emotion. "May I; may I say hello to Bonosus, mistress?"

"I'm pretty sure he's counting on it," Becky

said, stepping aside and giggling as Nanu flung herself against Mark, kissing
him feverishly, but with her hands predictably snaking down his frame and under
his tunic to fondle his cock. "Goodness, girl, did those toys I left
get no love from you in my absence?"

"Oh, mistress, they got loved day and night,"

Nanu replied, turning to look at Becky since she was being addressed. "But
I do not need to tell you that it is hardly the same as the real thing, as to
have a real lover. And I am sorry if it makes me sound deficient, but; I am not
good at being alone. I am not at all used to it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," Becky said as

Mark picked Nanu up in his arms and carried her back into the room. Nanu had
her arms around his neck, and seemed to be in absolute heaven, now that the two
most important people in her life had returned. "But we're back now,
and we have no intention of leaving you behind again."

Nanu looked curious. "Won't leave me behind again;

are we going somewhere, mistress? Are we to leave the villa?"

"It will take some explaining, I promise you

that," Becky answered, nodding. "But first, I think the three
of us should fuck one another stupid all over the villa, don't you?"

Nanu's face lit up at her mistress' suggestion and she

nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress! I want to fuck you both until I cannot
see or walk straight!"

Becky made a grand gesture with her hand, taking in the

whole villa. "Then you may pick where we fuck, my love. Anywhere, as
much as you please. We await your pleasure."

Nanu looked around in almost breathless excitement as Mark

put her down. She didn't know where to begin, only that she wanted to fuck
Mistress Aurora and Bonosus in every single area of the villa. She'd been so
glum that she barely noticed how horny she was. Now the rampant feelings of
lust washed over her, and her cunt was shamefully wet. She grabbed Becky's hand
and pulled her excitedly along through the house.

"This way!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide

with anticipation. "I want us to bathe and fuck!"

Becky and Mark laughed as they followed the Egyptian girl

into the small antechamber in front of the sudatorium, which Mark and
Becky would normally identify as a sauna. They were amazed at the speed with
which Nanu had not only removed her own clothes, but also undressed the two of them.
Clearly she was in great need and had no intention of waiting. She had
apparently lit the fire to heat the small room earlier in the day, for her own
use, and now all she had to do was scrub the three of them down before bringing
them inside. With a small sponge and rough linen cloths, she did this quickly.

She then brought them into the sweat room, which was filled

with steam already. Rocks in the little containment chamber over the brazier
heated water and caused the steam, while small pouches of herbs hung over the
rocks, and wine dripped through them to sizzle and evaporate, giving the steam
a heady, aromatic quality that often left guests somewhat drunk.

The three now stretched out on the wooden benches that lined

the wall, sighing and relaxing for a moment before Nanu's eagerness overtook
her. She crawled on top of Becky and kissed her deeply, squirming her body down
into her mistress' while they fondled one another. Mark watched on lazily,
knowing that the day was young, and it was best that he conserve his strength.
Keeping up with Nanu's libido was no small task, not to mention Becky's once
she got going.

It wasn't long before the two girls were locked in a

slippery, trembling sixty-nine, moaning as they lapped at one another's twats
and fingered each other's puckered knots. Nanu came so hard she almost shrieked
inside Becky's cunt, while the blonde goddess shuddered and speared her tongue
deep inside her lover as she came, glazing Nanu's face with her cum.

Both girls seemed almost to become puddles, sighing

languidly as they lay together, bodies shining with sweat. Through the haze of
steam, Mark could see them kissing one another's pussies gently, and the look
on Nanu's face could only be described as rapture, mixed with a sense of relief
and contentment. She was so happy her mistress had come back to her.

But Nanu recovered quickly, turning her head to look at her

fellow 'slave', whom she knew as Bonosus. Mark was lying on his side on the
bench he occupied, idly stroking his cock. Nanu had already focused on his
manhood like an arrow, and managed to extricate herself from Becky without
disturbing her mistress' bliss, and crawled across the tile floor on all fours,
her hazel eyes glinting.

Without waiting, she knelt next to him, moved Mark's hand aside,

and took his cock into her grip. She began stroking slowly and gently, before
leaning in to kiss the swelling tool lovingly. She swirled her tongue around
the head, then up and down the hardening shaft several times, her hand
following her tongue. Then she popped her mouth around the head and slowly
pushed down, humming as she moved wetly down his length. Mark sighed in
pleasure and began running his hand through her raven hair.

Becky now watched, caressing her creamy cunt as she gazed

over at the lovers. Mark was half on his back, half on his side, while Nanu was
kneeling on the floor, bent over and bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. Her
tiny hand made a gentle twisting motion on the smooth skin of his shaft,
following her warm, wet mouth. Becky smiled, knowing how great it was to give
her student head, since she'd done it countless times herself now. Things would
be so much easier for them all when she finally caught up with him in the
timeline.

Mark stroked down Nanu's back and reached her ass, giving

one of the tight, perk cheeks a squeeze before nudging her. Nanu took the hint
readily and stood up, clambering over Mark's face and looking down his body.
The bench wouldn't have been big enough for Mark and Becky to do what was now
happening, but Nanu was considerably smaller than Becky, and somehow managed.
She leaned down his body, crying out suddenly as Mark pulled her ass cheeks
apart and slid his tongue around her gooey cunt. She trembled and squirmed for
several moments before composing herself and returning to the task of sucking
on his cock hungrily. He was at full mast now, and Nanu's tiny hand could
hardly fit around the girth of his shaft. Amazingly, though, she could take his
manhood all the way inside her mouth, and down her throat readily. Becky's
slave was as gifted as she was shameless, clearly.

Nanu grunted as Mark slid one of his fingers inside her ass.

Mark had larger hands than most people from her home era, and his finger was
larger than some dicks she'd had back there before. Or at least, it certainly
felt that way at the moment. She accepted the intrusion willingly, squirming
back against his hand, and squeezing her tight tunnel around it while he
massaged her cunt and clit with her tongue. She let out little moans, still
bobbing up and down while giving Becky a sidelong look with heavily lidded,
glazed eyes.

Determined to not be left out, Becky slowly rose from her

bench and wiggled over across the small area. She observed the setting with a
critical eye for several moments, working out the logistics of how to best fit
into this carnal puzzle. Just like she could not readily engage in a sixty-nine
with Mark on these relatively (to them) narrow benches, she could not straddle
him and fuck him to proper effect either.

The answer presented itself quickly. She eased Nanu up into

a sitting position over Mark's face, and if the slave girl was disappointed in
having to relinquish that delicious cock, the feeling quickly gave way to yelps
of delight as she sank her cunt even further down onto Mark's tongue, squirming
and grinding lustily.

Becky pumped and stroked Mark's cock steadily for several

seconds, making sure he would stay hard. He was lying down the length of the
bench, his tool ramrod-erect for her. She then stood and moved over his
midsection, facing out into the tiny chamber. She bent her knees and reached
under, steadying his throbbing cock while she guided it to her cuntlips. One
she had him in place, she slowly sat down, sighing as he pushed up inside her
steaming depths. Her ass come to rest on his hips, while she sat sideways on
him, pinned to his cock. She closed her eyes and just savored the sensation for
several seconds, her fingers flexing against his stomach and his knee,
respectively.

She finally opened her blue eyes and turned her head to

smile at Nanu, who was moving up and down slowly on Mark's tireless tongue.
Becky leaned in toward the slave, who immediately moved her torso forward to
meet Becky. They kissed over Mark's long form, tongues tangling while Becky
began to move up and down slowly, loving the feel of this unique position with
him deep inside her.

The threesome slowly squirmed and undulated against one

another, time lost within the confines of the tiny, steaming chamber. The dim,
amber light of the fire beneath the heated stones was their only illumination,
but in this misty, ethereal sitting, it was utter perfection. The scent of
spiced wine mingled with the aromas of bodies making love. Becky could taste
the wine in Nanu's sweat as she drew her tongue along the girl's collarbone and
over her tits.

"I think it's about time for you to fuck Nanu and cum

in her, Mark," Becky panted after several minutes of churning up and down
on his thick rod. She was massaging and groping her tits, or Nanu's as she
rode. The Egyptian girl had reached forward and was massaging her mistress'
cunt dutifully as well. "It's been a few weeks for her, and you just
filled me up this morning."

"Relatively speaking," Mark quipped from beneath

Nanu's writhing hips. "You sit on the bench and spread 'em, Becks, and she
can kneel and lick you. I'll get behind her."

Becky had no problem with this plan, and quickly coaxed Nanu

off Mark's face, to kneel on the floor in front of her. Nanu's eyes widened
with delight as Becky smiled and parted her legs, before reaching down with two
fingers to spread her thick nether lips wide, exposing her glistening inner
pink to the slave girl. Nanu practically dived in, and Becky grunted and almost
jumped, clasping the girl's head suddenly, her feet leaving the floor.

"Nuh, fuck!" she wheezed as Nanu began lapping at

her like she was eating her last meal before she died. Her fingers gripped
Nanu's black hair while she began grinding her snatch against the girl's face desperately.
Nanu licked cunt like nobody's business.

Mark, meanwhile, had positioned himself behind Nanu, and

lined his cock up with her dripping twat, holding her by the ass cheeks. Nanu
trembled while he slid his cockhead up and down her slippery lips, and against
her tingling clit, making her squeak and whimper into Becky's cunt. He braced
her for only the briefest of moments before sliding inside her without any
warning, sinking in to the hilt. The Egyptian slave-girl wailed in ecstasy as
he forced her wide, pinning her to him.

Mark began fucking Nanu with a steady, strong pace, and she

yelped into her mistress' cunt with each thrust, even while lapping at her pink
twat hungrily. Her face was shining with sweat, and Becky's wetness, her tongue
thick with the cloying sweetness of the blonde woman. Nanu's head was spinning
in delight. Surely this was the heavenly afterlife?

Becky almost curled up on herself, her fingernails

threatening to leave grooves in Nanu's scalp as she shook uncontrollably and
came, barely able to keep herself from screeching. She slathered Nanu's face in
her essence, her entire body tingling with fire. Nanu shuddered and writhed,
wailing as she came, her cunt tightening around Mark's cock fiendishly. As if
on cue, Mark arched his back, gritted his teeth and growled, pumping all his
cum inside Nanu, thrusting strongly.

The trio rocked and writhed in depraved unison for close to

a minute before Mark leaned forward on Nanu's back, breathing heavily. Becky
sighed in exhaustion, sinking down on the bench, her cunt pressing into Nanu's
face. The slave girl, pinned in place between her mistress and her fellow
slave, simply held still, surrounded by warm, slick flesh and gently caressing
fingers. She could still feel Bonosus throbbing deep inside her, and her
mistress' cunt oozed against her mouth. She felt so blessed and safe like this.

But then she looked up from between Becky's legs, her own

glinting with eagerness. "Come! I know where we need to fuck next!"

And with that, the Egyptian girl extricated herself from

between them and wiggled quickly out of the room. Mark groaned and sagged
forward between Becky's tits, and she held onto him wearily.

"Now I know why we can't leave her for weeks on

end," he mumbled in her cleavage. "Because we won't survive the
backlog of fucking we need to do;”

Nanu was sitting in the chair, her expression one of

bewilderment. She seemed to have forgotten the goblet of wine in her hand, and
she sat with her arms and legs tucked in close to her body. Clearly, she was
confused and feeling uncertain about what she was hearing.

"You're; mistress, you're not a Roman at all?"

she asked quietly as she stared at Becky. They were sitting in the atrium of
the villa, and it was a quiet evening. Birds sang, and a gentle breeze caressed
their faces and the nearby blossoms as it dipped over the villa and into the
central opening.

Becky shook her head, knowing that this was going to take a

lot of patience on her and Mark's part; and even more on Nanu's. Everything she
was in the process of telling the girl would sound completely preposterous,
even more so than Mark's explanation to his sister the day before.

"No, Nanu, I'm not a Roman of any sort,"

the blonde woman confessed, trying to smile. "And my name is not Aurora
Horatia. My name is Rebecca."

"Rebekah?" Nanu queried, making a wry face.

"That is a Hebrew name."

She looked Becky up and down skeptically. "You don't

look like a Hebrew."

The slave girl looked at Mark. "And your name is not

Bonosus, and you're not a Roman either?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I'm Mark. And Becks is

actually my teacher."

Nanu squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds and when she

finally opened them, they were filled with worry. "Are; are you going
to kill me?"

Despite herself, Becky burst into giggle fits at the

question. Nanu looked confused, and then slightly irked at the response from
her 'mistress'. She thought it was a perfectly reasonable question, under these
circumstances. She folded her arms, crossed her legs, and looked off at the sky
over the far wall, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Nanu," Becky said finally

reining herself in. "I wasn't laughing at you, I mean it. It just
wasn't what I expected to hear at all, and we both love you too much to ever
consider killing you. Hell, I'm not sure we could if we tried."

"Well I don't know what to believe,"

sniffed the younger girl. "You've bought me, and taken me away from a
comfortable, if not happy life, and nearly gotten me killed at least once, and
then there was that; thing; that you two ride around on;”

"The Holmes Field Device," Becky said,

nodding. "It doesn't just take us where we want to go, it allows us to
travel through time, which is why we are here at all."

Nanu shook her head, indicating that she had no idea what

Becky meant. The teacher leaned forward slightly, smiling. They weren't sitting
that far apart, but she had allowed for a small amount of distance between
them, so that Nanu didn't feel trapped or pressured if she took all this
poorly. To be honest, she was taking it surprisingly well, even if she wasn't
buying all of it.

"Nanu, I apologize for asking simple questions, but

please bear with me;” she said quietly, noticing that even if she was
listening, Nanu was now staring at Becky's cleavage, framed between her arms
while she sat forward. Mark was staring too. Some thing would never change.
"You understand the concepts of yesterday, today and tomorrow, yes?"

Nanu nodded slowly. "Yes, mistress."

"Do you ever wish you could visit days that have

gone by?" Becky asked. "Like maybe go back and visit your
childhood, or meet some member of your family who was lost years ago? Or even
see the Sphinx getting built?"

The girl looked confused again. "Suh-finx?"

Becky looked at Mark, hoping for some help. He still had the

chip that let him speak Egyptian in his head. He pondered the issue for a
moment before the tiny computer in his noggin gave him the answer. He looked at
Nanu and smiled. "Horemakhet."

Nanu's eyes went wide. To see the Horus of the Western

Horizon being built by the gods.

She shook her head. "What you say is impossible!"

Becky smiled now, not blaming Nunu for her disbelief. "Nanu,

a long time ago, people would have thought that chariots were impossible, that
mastering fire and steel were impossible. But you know they're not just possible,
you know that these things are fact."

Nanu nodded, willing to listen to her beloved mistress, who

apparently wasn't her mistress. But she listened.

"Mark and I come from many, many tomorrows away, a

time many years from now. That device that we travel on, it allows us to do it."

The Egyptian girl screwed up her face, trying to understand.

She thought she'd heard outlandish things in her life before, but this was so
far beyond her conceptions and experience that it sounded like a ridiculous
fable her grandmother would tell her. But she had stepped on the
wondrous device, and it had taken them somewhere far away from Rome in
the blink of an eye, and back. She could not deny this had happened, even if
she didn't understand it.

Which brought up a big question for her.

"Why do you do this?" she queried, looking

at each of them.

Mark shrugged. "It's fun to move through time and do

things."

Another skeptical look from Nanu. "You think it's

fun to have the gladiators of Rome try to kill you?"

Mark faltered slightly. "I; well, no, not that part."

Becky giggled. "No, Nanu, that part is unplanned.

Mark and I like to travel to different times, to see important events, and to
fuck there."

Nanu tilted her head curiously at the statement. "What

it so important about fucking in these places?"

Becky considered her answer. "There's nothing

important about it, you're right. But it's still fun. We love to do these
things, because almost no one else can. And hopefully it's exciting but not
dangerous. If we didn't do this, we never would have met you, and we wouldn't
be fucking you now. And we both wouldn't be crazy about you."

Nanu's stomach was in her feet as she thought about what her

mis; what Rebekah was saying. She was horrified by the thought now that she
might never have met them, they she might not have been bought, or living here,
in freedom, and getting fucked to her little heart's content.

"But if you are not; not from today;” she

murmured, trying to formulate her thoughts around these strange concepts.
"Then you will keep leaving me. You might come back, but you will keep
leaving."

Becky could see the tears welling in Nanu's eyes, and she

rose from her chair and moved to sit with the smaller girl, cradling her into
her bosom as Nanu tried not to cry.

"Oh, Nanu, I'm sorry," she cooed. "I

didn't realize how hard it was for you to be alone."

"I've never been alone," sniffled the

raven-haired girl, wrapping her arms around Becky's waist tightly, unwilling to
let go. "My whole life, I've never been alone for so much as a day,
never mind a week. It was terrifying. I'm a slave, you know."

Becky caressed her fingers through Nanu's hair and kissed

the top of her said. "I understand now. And I am sorry. But Mark and I
wanted to talk to you about that, actually."

Nanu choked back a sob and looked up at Becky, ready to hear

what she had to say.

"Mark and I want to bring you with us,"

Becky explained, using a thumb to wipe some tears from Nanu's cheek. "Come
back to our time, and perhaps take you with us on our adventures."

Nanu's eyes went wide. "L; leave Rome?"

Becky shrugged. "Is there anyone left for you to

care about?"

"Well, no." Nanu admitted.

"And as I've already told you, Mark and I are crazy

about you, so since we cannot stay here in Rome with you, maybe you should come
with us, Becky continued. "I love having you around."

Nanu's face lit up at Becky's words, but then a cloud passed

over her face as things occurred to her. "But I; know nothing about
this place you are from. How would I live?"

"Well I would teach you, of course," Becky

replied, smiling. "And it'll probably be terrifying at first, since you
will see things you cannot even imagine, but Mark and I will protect you and
help you learn."

"I; would stay with you?" Nanu asked in a

voice begging for assurance.

Becky nodded.

"You won't leave me alone?"

The blonde woman smiled. "Well, I might have to step

out the door once in a while to go and get food, or go to my job, but I won't
leave you alone for days at a time, I promise."

Nanu returned to hugging Becky, looking off at the far wall

across the atrium. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about
what she should do.

Did she take these two up on their weird offer?

Did she just ask to stay here at the villa, and take her

chances about when they could visit?

Did she ask to be sent back to the Flavius household?

Every option terrified her.

She finally looked up at Becky again and drew a deep breath.

"Can we; fuck some more, while I think about it?"

Becky and Mark both laughed and nodded their assent. It was

the most Nanu thing Nanu had ever said.

Predictably, Nanu, after much fucking and pondering, had

decided to take Mark and Becky up on their offer. Delighted, Becky had declared
that they would be doing some shopping first, heading into Rome to get things
she wanted. Nanu was always happy to visit the city, she was always enthralled
by the sights and sounds around her.

"But I; I must point out something," she

confessed, looking uneasy. "I know you keep saying that I need not be
your slave anymore, but it is not safe for me to walk around freely, Mistress,
no matter what you tell me. If you say you don't own me, I am still a slave to
them. They'll put me in chains and have me on the auction block again in no
time, but probably not before they do awful things to me."

"She has a point, Becks," Mark started,

shrugging as he fastened his tunic in place. "We may know slavery is
immoral, but Rome doesn't give a shit. As far as they're concerned, you're still
a patrician woman, and we're still your slaves."

"Which brings up another troublesome fact,"

Becky sighed, building on Mark's premise. "You're the most hated
individual in Rome. You defiled a Vestal Virgin;”

"Pervert," Nanu said in a low voice, nudging

Mark.

"You made a mockery of the legal system, and turned

the Colosseum into a sexual freak show. I wouldn't be surprised if every
soldier in Rome had orders to skewer you on sight."

"Hey, I'm not the one who dropped a giant canvas

sail on the emperor's head and wiggled my tits at seventy thousand people, you
know!" Mark protested.

"Well, that part was fun," Becky

mused, smirking, lapsing into English for a moment. "So what do we do? I
want to go shopping, but without getting you killed."

"Yeah, you've got a point there," Mark allowed,

looking at the ground as he pondered the issue. Nanu looked back and forth
between them as they spoke in their unintelligible gibberish. "Well, we
either need a disguise for me, so I don't look like Bonosus anymore, or we need
to jump back a few days to before we arrived, and before anyone would know
us."

"More of your time twists," Becky chided, holding

up a finger. "Didn't you learn?"

"I know what you mean, but I kinda think we did

that," Mark replied. "Don't you remember how you said people were
waving at you like they knew you already, and you thought that was weird? That
maybe they'd mistaken you for someone else? It's kinda unlikely that they are
mistaking you for anyone, Becks. You're as tall as most of the men, and you're
like a living embodiment of Venus to them, with blonde hair."

"I'm afraid you may be right," Becky sighed, not

liking the hypothesis, but forced to admit it was probably accurate. "So
we go back maybe a week before we first arrived, do our shopping, and
split?"

Mark turned and looked at Nanu now. "Nanu, have you

been into the city of Rome any time in the last week before you met us? Or
anyone from the Flavius household?"

"Ooh, good catch, Mark," Becky mentioned, nodding.

"Can't have her running into herself by accident, no matter how
unlikely."

Nanu considered for a moment and then shook her head. "No,

before you arrived, it had been more than a month, I think. Master Flavius
resented paying the prices they wanted in the city, he usually made us shop in
Lavinium, it was cheaper."

Mark shrugged. "We could probably do your shopping and

find some fun, Becks. Then we'll plan our next move. Sound good?"

Becky removed her outfit, letting pool around her feet

before sitting down in a low chair. She held out her arms, beckoning for Nanu
to join her. The Egyptian girl shed her clothing, and then went to sit naked in
her blonde lover's lap, their lovely tits squashing together. They kissed for
some moments before Becky smiled at Nanu.

"I want to buy you some outfits, Nanu, outfits like

I wear. Would you like to dress and look like mistress?"

It seemed as though Nanu might faint. Becky was also pretty

sure she felt the girl getting wet. She giggled and kissed Nanu's nose. "I'll
take that as a yes."

Rome.

The litter glided through the crowded street, with people

dutifully making way for it; whomever was inside was clearly important. The
four dark-skinned slaves bearing it on their shoulders walked along silently,
seemingly not bothered by the weight within. The litter itself was simple in
design, but ornate in appearance, the canopy held aloft on carved poles, and
much of it decorated with gold leaf or edging. Diaphanous curtains on all sides
obscured the women within.

Becky and Nanu lay on their sides, facing in toward one

another. Nanu was wearing a beautiful stola, just like Becky, and she
gazed down at her raiment in wonder, running a hand delicately over the fabric.
Becky smiled as she watched the Egyptian girl while reaching into a bowl
between them and putting a grape in her mouth.

"Mistress, this is wonderful," Nanu

whispered, knowing to not refer to Becky as her mistress too loudly. "I've
never felt anything like this in my life, except on someone else."

"Well, it's yours, and yours alone, so enjoy it,"

Becky said cheerfully, enjoying Nanu's elation. She put another grape between
her teeth and smiled slyly. Nanu leaned in and took the grape between her own
teeth, their lips touching. As Nanu masticated on the grape, Becky opened the
gauze-like drapes in the back if the litter and called out gently. "How we
doing back there, Mark?"

"Oh, just fine, thanks so very much for asking,"

muttered the student-slave, who trudged along behind the litter, carrying
several handbags made of linen and animal skins, filled with shopping goods.
His hands and shoulders ached. How the Hell could Becky purchase so much shit
in an era that didn't have electronics? "How much farther we got?"

"Not too much longer, I think," mused the blonde

teacher casually. She wasn't too worried about Mark having to carry stuff, he'd
been through worse recently. She'd bought outfits and jewelry, pretty house
furnishings, and other curios to take home. She considered what she'd need to
buy for Nanu upon their return. Clothes aside, she would somehow need to
procure ID for her, some sorts of medical records, and so forth.

How did she get any of that done?

"Will I like my new life, mistress?" Nanu

asked, eating another grape. "I am sure I will love living with you,
but;”

Becky smiled and caressed her face lovingly. "It

will be very, very different, Nanu. And at times it will seem frightening. But
there are so many things I cannot wait to show you."

"Then I will wait and trust you," the

Egyptian girl said softly, giving herself over to her mistress' carefully in
her mind. "Because I believe you when you say you love me and want the
best for me."

Nanu was silent for some time, as if deep in thought.

"What's on your mind, darling?" Becky

asked, curious.

Nanu sighed. "I just miss my family. I have not seen

them since I was young. And I dreamed of returning to them one day."

Becky smiled. "Oh, you want to be a free woman, of

course."

"It is a nice dream," Nanu admitted. "I

dreamed of returning to them free of my chains, wearing fine clothes, and
heaped with wealth. I think every slave wishes it were so."

"Well, we could go visit them," Becky

suggested after a moment of thought. "Would you like that?"

Nanu blushed. "On your wondrous device. Oh,

mistress, what would I tell them? What would I have to show them? I am still a
slave, and they sold me a long time ago. They have no doubt forgotten me."

Becky shrugged. "Possibly. So, do you want to go? It

can be on our way, if you like. Anywhere on earth is technically on our way
with that machine."

The Egyptian girl giggled. "If you say so, mistress."

"We'll discuss what to do about it when we're done

here in Rome," Becky assured her, smiling. "I've always wanted
to visit a Roman bath, not to mention a few other locations;”

The Baths of Trajan.

Becky marveled as she looked around, sitting naked on the

stone chair with a small cushion under her ass. Behind her, a young girl
massaged her shoulders and relaxed her muscles before she began pouring water
over Becky's body, washing the massage oils off her flawless skin. She then
wiped down the tall, blonde woman with linen and took her hand to help her
stand up, and then step down into the heated pool in front of her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, mistress?"

the girl asked. Becky shook her head lazily and waved her away, but whispered
for the girl to find her later, so that Becky could give her some money. The
girl nodded and hurried off.

She sighed and settled into the water, relaxing, her neck

and head resting on the small cushion she'd brought. The water was hot, and
there were not many visitors in the place just yet. They seemed to have picked
a good time for a quiet visit. She looked around, noting that men and women
conversed casually as they sat in the water, some of them getting rather
intimate. Good.

History had a lot of conflicting reports about Roman bath

houses, and whether they allowed women at all, had segregated rooms for them to
bathe in, or just kept the social setting as normal as possible. Clearly, it
was a question of when one visited Rome.

So what did that say about history books? Why weren't

temporal travelers writing more of them? Accurate history reports would no
doubt make life a lot easier. Maybe the convention was that people from the
future weren't allowed to enlighten previous eras about things archaeology
hadn't uncovered yet, to avoid time twists.

She glanced over at Nanu, who was sitting in a stone chair

next to her, receiving a massage from a young girl, and clearly enjoying it.
She kept whispering to the girl, who giggled as she massaged her exotic
visitor.

Then the girl poured water over Nanu, cleaning her off, and

rubbing her down with linen, asking if there was anything else she might do for
her. Nanu had a sly smile on her face and a glint in her eye as she made to
answer.

"Nanu, would you join me, please?" Becky

interrupted.

Nanu and the girl both looked over at her, but then the

Egyptian girl shrugged and dismissed her attendant. She clambered down into the
hot water next to Becky and snuggled into her, sighing contentedly.

"You wished to see me, Aurora?" she asked,

remembering to address Becky as an equal in these circumstances, for her own
safety.

"Well, I'm always wishing to see you, Nanu, but I

thought I had better break up what was about to happen with you and that girl,"
Becky replied, putting an arm around her beloved friend.

Nanu looked at her curiously. "She did not please

you? I saw you send away your girl after her offer, I noticed. Were they not attractive?"

Becky knew she had to explain this to Nanu carefully, and

that it would take time. She'd be patient and indulgent. "It's not that
they weren't attractive, Nanu, it's just that; the time Mark and I come from,
one does not have those sorts of interactions and relations with young people
under a certain age. It is considered immoral, and even criminal."

Nanu considered. "That is strange to me. I had sex

frequently when I was younger, and I mostly enjoyed it. True, my brother Bata
abused my sister and I, but our age changed nothing about that."

"I know, my love," Becky assured her,

caressing her shoulder and looking at the ceiling.

Nanu continued her reasoning. "Besides, those girls,

they're slaves, like me. They have no rights, including to their bodies. If
it's legal, how can it be immoral?"

Becky smiled, knowing that educating Nanu in modern ethics

was going to be at least as tough as teaching her what the heck time travel
was. She'd take all the time Nanu needed. "The time and place Mark and
I come from, children and young people are protected from adults using them for
sexual purposes. It is a great ethical point in our society."

Nanu made a wry face as she glanced at Becky. "But;

adults are better at sex than younger people. Adults always made me cum harder
than my age-mates. Why would I settle for less, even if I had a choice?"

Becky closed her eyes, trying to answer succinctly and with

reasonable fact, not just to blurt out 'because that's the way it is!'. After
all, Nanu wasn't intruding on her world and lifestyle, was she? How
could Becky explain that a society Nanu had no way of imagining was convinced
that her own era was corrupt and simply wrong about sexuality?

"And besides," Nanu reasoned, as if reading

her mind. "You're here in my time, yes? Shouldn't you be beholden to my
society's strictures?"

Becky couldn't readily argue that point. She also had to

admit, there were no doubt countless temporal travelers who went back in
time specifically to take advantage of such ethics and codes of conduct, barred
in their own era. She'd red about people from Germany in the Seventies and
Eighties, mostly men, who would flay to southern Asia to legally have sex with
young people or even children. They were called 'bumsenbombers', and
eventually outlawed, but it was no doubt a lot harder to manage in the time
stream.

Becky looked around, wondering how many of the people

sharing the bath house with them were time travelers and she didn't know it.
These were the fabled Baths of Trajan, at the height of the Roman Empire. She
and Mark couldn't be the only visitors in the place, could they?

She remembered back to the two French girls she and Mark had

fucked in the Sun King's France.

There was no point in trying to impose her own morals on

Nanu or anyone else while they were here. Forget 'shouldn't', Becky didn't even
know if she could, since she might time lock herself. What then?

She would simply have to follow her own moral code, and hope

she was a good influence on Nanu.

"Let's come to an agreement, then," the

blonde woman suggested. "As long as we're here, the less I know about
what you do, the better, okay?"

Nanu nodded, looking up at her.

"And when we get back to my time, I'll make sure

you're prepared for our moral strictures, okay?"

Nanu nodded again.

Becky waited, looking down at the Egyptian girl before

finally raising an eye. "Well? Aren't you going to go chase her down?"

"You're so silly, mistress," Nanu purred in

a whisper, so that only Becky could hear her. "I already told you,
adults are so much better at fucking. Why would I want a scrap like that when I
can have you?"

"Quite possibly the most sensible and morally

upright thing I've ever heard you say, Nanu!" Becky giggled as she
pulled the smaller woman into her lap for a kiss.

Behind the Atrium Vestae.

Mark kept his head down as he carried a large sack of ground

wheat on his back while walking through the back entrance or the ornate
building. He was bringing up the rear of a conga-line of slaves who were
shuttling supplies into the storage rooms of the house where the priestesses
lived, and the two soldiers guarding the entrance took no notice of him.

Mark wondered if he had a masochistic streak to him, since

he was doing something absolutely insane, coming into the domicile of the
Vestal Virgins, but he wanted to test a theory. A week ago, his personal time,
he'd been convicted of disgracing one of the goddess Vesta's sacred virgins,
and condemned to death fighting in the Colosseum. He'd survived, miraculously,
but he also hankered for revenge, for a slight Rome hadn't even technically
committed against him yet.

Because the incident itself wasn't even supposed to occur

until next week, local time.

So if he knew he didn't get in trouble until next week, for

unknowingly fucking a Vestal virgin, then he couldn't get in trouble and
executed for doing it this week, right?

Following that logic, and since he wasn't allowed into the

Baths with Nanu and Becky because he was dressed as a slave, he'd gone off to
find his own amusement. Not surprisingly, he wanted to stick it to Imperial
Rome, so he intended to try and fuck another Vestal. Take that, Rome! Knowingly
committing a crime before I didn't even know I'm doing it!

Right?

He dumped off his heavy sack in the storage room, and then began

walking with the other slaves back toward the doors, bringing up the rear. At
the last moment, he peeled off from the group and hid around a corner, making
sure no one had noticed. Once he was sure, he began skulking around, making
sure that he wasn't spied.

He'd had some earnest conversations with Domitia before

leaving her in Dabana, now a priestess of Nanaya, rather than Vesta. Between
their heated fucking sessions, he'd found out about her life as a virgin of
Vesta, and her house. She described the expansive facility in detail, and Mark
felt confident in his knowledge of the layout. He'd need it to pull this off.

He found some stairs that were seldom used, according to

Domitia, and crept up from the basement level to the uppermost floor, where the
virgins were housed. He reached under his arm and pressed his hand against the
tiny patch in his armpit, which was pumping pheromones into his system. He was
reasonably confident it was working, since he felt warmer than normal.

It might have been nerves about potentially getting caught

and executed, but then he reminded himself that he couldn't possibly get
executed, because he hadn't committed next week's crime yet. So if anything
went wrong, it was probably going to be some time lock he hadn't accounted for,
and he'd get his ass clock hammered into the horizon.

Welp, too late now.

He reached the upper floor and slipped around a corner,

noticing that the doors to each the personal chambers had names on them.
Domitia had told him that the virgins spent a lot of time undisturbed in
personal reflection when they were not performing their public duties to Rome,
and they treasured their alone time.

He also remembered her talking and giggling about the

personalities of each of her fellow Virgins; from the stern and dutiful
Concordia, who was about as much fun as a sack of wet dog hair, to the joyous
and secretly impious Aemilia, Marcia, and Licinia, all of whom whispered about
their desires when no one was around. Like Domitia (until next week), they were
all virgins, but knew one another very well, and yearned to indulge
their desires.

A small wooden plaque on one door contained the name Aemilia.

Bingo!

He looked around to make sure no one had seen him, and then

slipped inside the chambers, closing the door. He looked around at the
sumptuous chamber, which he realized was a dressing room. He moved through it
quickly, noting another room and darted inside.

The bedroom. The bed and furnishings were simple and white,

but soft and comfortable.

Voices.

Mark panicked and dashed into another room, finding out it

was the bathing chamber. A large, white marble basin dominated the space, along
with a small stone chair in the corner, with the hole in the middle. He looked
around worriedly, and noticed several long linens hanging on pegs along the
wall. Without another thought, he hurried over and hid behind them. He hoped.

He now heard women talking, discussing various duties and

even some giggling. Then the door to the room opened and closed. Someone was in
the room with him now. He remained as still and quiet as possible, wondering
what would actually happen if he was discovered.

Did temporal constraints mean he couldn't be

discovered? God, he hoped so. Why was he always thinking with his dick?

He heard a sigh, and then someone entered the bathing

chamber. The linens he was hiding behind concealed him (he hoped), but he could
see between the long lengths of fabric to view quite a bit of the room. It
wasn't long before he spied a young woman with honey-blonde hair and fair skin walking
around. Unaware of his presence, she shed her ritual stola, revealing
her body. It was pale and attractive, with small but pert tits, and a cute
behind. He watched as she undid the seven braids in her hair, remembering that
this hairstyle was one of the hallmarks of the Vestals.

She walked over to the stone seat and sat down, sighing

loudly as she peed. Mark could see her from the front now, and she did indeed
seem to have a mischievous glint in her eye. Once she had finished, she stood
and walked over to her marble bath, moaning in relief as she slipped into the
steaming water, which came up to the level of her tits.

The problem was, she was facing him now, keeping him stuck

in place behind these damn linens. What the Hell was he supposed to do?

The girl, whom he assumed was Aemilia, used her hands to

cover her body in water, taking time to pour it over her tits, giggling as she
caressed them occasionally. After some time, she also hummed as she reached
down and began playing with herself. He stayed rooted to the spot in
fascination as he watched her.

Her head was craned back against the edge of her basin and

she sighed blissfully as she fingered her cunt. Mark willed himself not to get
hard. A few minutes later, she shivered and sighed again, obviously cumming.
Her head fell forward, and she murmured to herself. Mark couldn't quite make
out what she was saying.

Then her head came up and her face gazed in his direction.

He remained as still as possible, but slowly, her head tilted to one side in
curiosity as she observed something.

Was she smirking?

"I can see your feet, you know;” she called out

quietly.

 

To be continued in part 10. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts, for Literotica.

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