Time Rider Ch. 07

"It looks very real," Nanu said, still glued to the screen. "I can hear them hitting each other."

"Did you ever see a drama or play, Nanu?" Becky asked, which got a nodding head from the smaller girl. "Well, just like in those plays or dramas, the actors can pretend to strike one another. In my time, we might just be better at making it look real."

"How do you tell fake fights and real fights apart?" Nanu asked. Becky could feel the other girl squirming in her lap. Nanu was getting turned on watching muscular men beat one another up.

"Circumiastentia, (context)," Becky replied. "The television will tell you if you are watching something that actually happened, or whether it is a drama."

Nanu tilted her head. "Can you show me a real fight?"

Becky considered and then switched to a sports channel. Quickly enough, she came across an MMA fight between two women. Nanu gaped as she watched the women grapple and beat the shit out of one another.

"OH, NUNES! SHE JUST HURT CYBORG!!!" crowed the announcer. Not that the Egyptian girl understood what he was saying.

"And... they never use weapons?" Nanu asked in a quiet but somehow hopeful voice.

"No, you bloodthirsty little thing," Becky giggled, hugging her tight and wiggling her boobs into Nanu's back. "If you see weapons, it is probably a drama and not real."

"These women are not very attractive, and punching each other just makes it worse," Nanu said, wrinkling her nose. "I would not fuck them. Are they fighting over a man?"

Becky wasn't about to try to explain that Amanda Nunes was married to another woman who was also an MMA fighter. She just let her continue to watch while blood and teeth flew everywhere.

"What else, does the magic box show us?"

Becky thought of how to explain. She thought about anything Nanu might have been familiar with. "Do you... remember how announcements were placed in the Forum in Rome for people to read?"

Nanu nodded. "The acta diurna. They told us about things that were happening. I was one of three Flavian slaves who could read them. It made the others jealous. But mostly we just found out about things from hearsay, people telling other people things."

"Well, there are people who are paid to report nuntium (news)," Becky said. "That way, you can know what's going on, not just here in the city, but almost anywhere in the world."

Nanu leaned back into Becky and looked up at her. "What IS the name of this city you live in, Mistress?"

"Toronto," Becky said. This drew a frown from Nanu. Becky picked up Nanu's hand and gently pressed her lips against her palm. "To-ron-to."

Nanu shook her head. "Maybe if you said it against my lips, Mistress."

Becky giggled and shook her head. "You little slut..." She leaned down and her lips barely touched Nanu's. "Torrrr-ronnnn-to."

Fifteen minutes of almost kissing passed before Nanu could say Toronto. Becky wasn't at all surprised. It occurred to her that maybe one way to ease Nanu into her new environs and life was to find ways in which it was similar to her old one. "I know you don't speak English yet, darling, but I might be able to help you learn a little more quickly. Can you spell your name?"

"Nanu nodded. "I can speak Latin and read some, Mistress, but... I only know how to write a few words. One of them is my name."

"Come," Becky said, getting Nanu out of her lap and getting to her feet. Nanu followed suit. "Let's go to the kitchen..."

She brought Nanu by the hand into the kitchen and stopped in front of the fridge. She had a small whiteboard stuck to it, and some coloured markers alongside. She popped the top of the black marker and then drew a large dot on the board, demonstrating for Nanu how it worked. She then handed the marker to Nanu. The Egyptian girl looked at it curiously and then sniffed the tip.

"Don't lick it, Nanu," Becky said gently but firmly.

Nanu grimaced and stuck her tongue back in her mouth, sighing and turning toward the whiteboard. It was a glossy white colour she'd almost never seen before. She gripped the marker awkwardly, in her fist, and pressed the tip against the white surface, obeying Becky's instructions to not press so hard. She slowly drew out her name on the surface.

NANV

"Good," Becky said as the slave-girl wiped her forehead. "Now, watch me spell your name in English..."

NANU

Nanu looked shocked. "Mistress, they are almost exactly the same," she breathed. "Why are they so similar?"

Becky smiled. "My language borrows many, many things from Latin, including the alphabet. Many words have Latin origins as well."

She wrote the name of Rome in Latin and English for Nanu, followed by the words for Egypt. ROMA ROME AEGYPTUS EGYPT.

Nanu got quiet for a moment. "Mistress, I... I know my family is gone now but... what does my home look like?"

"Do you mean Egypt?" Becky asked. Nanu nodded. "Well, it is still largely desert, except along the river, but there are many large cities like my own there now. The city that is the capital of the Egyptian nation is one of the largest in the world."

Nanu almost looked excited. "My people are numerous and mighty?"

Becky paused a second too long in answering and Nanu's expression changed to one of concern. "Mistress? Tell me the truth."

Becky led her over to two small chairs and held her hand while they sat down. Becky drew a deep breath. "It is hard to explain, Nanu. Your nation is populated, like I said, but... I don't think the people there are Egyptians the way you understand them."

Nanu almost went pale. "We have been destroyed?"

"No, not as such," Becky fumbled, trying to explain. "But... for centuries after your time, there were waves of people who moved through the lands. Do you know who the Arabs are?"

Nanu thought about that. "They are nomads from the great desert, aren't they?"

Becky nodded. "After the Roman Empire fell, the next great empire was one ruled by the Arab tribes. Egypt fell to them. Modern scholars believe that the Arabs are the blood of Egypt now, and much of northern Africa. They had children with your people, and then with those children in time, and soon... your blood, true Egyptian blood, was no more. Not as you would think of it."

The Egyptian girl was silent for some time, staring at nothing. Or Becky's boobs. It was a fair bet with Nanu.

"My people are gone..." she murmured, looking at the floor. "We are no more..."

Becky nodded sadly. "There are many civilizations in the world that has happened to, Nanu. Egypt, your Egypt, just happens to be one of them. If the scholars are right about that, then you are the only person in my world of your bloodline, your people."

Nanu finally looked up at Becky and nodded. "Then I must fuck and have children so that the people of the Black Land may rise again. I will be the new queen of a new, mighty people of Keme."

Becky smiled warmly. Nothing ever seemed to daunt Nanu for long. "Nanu, my love, somehow I do not doubt that about you. Let's eat, shall we?"

This time around, Becky chose the foods carefully, mostly relying on fresh fruits and vegetables. She did her best to buy organic products, free of pesticides and preservatives, so hopefully this meal would not wreak havoc on Nanu's digestive tract. Nanu watched patiently as her mistress prepared the food, cutting into a loaf of what seemed to be bread, and smelled wonderful. Becky had baked it not long before she and Mark had gone to retrieve Nanu, so it was still quite fresh. She brought everything to the table and sat Nanu down before sitting herself.

"Apples, pears, blackberries, celery, scallions, cherry tomatoes, bread I made myself, with butter and my own peanut butter," Becky said, pointing to everything in turn. "I think you'll like it."

Nanu made a wry face when she looked at the peanut butter. "What is that, Mistress? I would be rude if I said what it looked like."

Becky snickered, remembering that the Romans had no damn idea what a peanut was. "It is a paste made of a ground up nut. You have eaten almonds?"

The Egyptian girl nodded, still looking at the brown goop suspiciously.

"This is like almonds, but I have ground them up and made a paste out of them. Try a bit on your spoon."

Nanu trusted her mistress enough to dip her spoon in the goop that looked like warm shit, and licked it with her tongue apprehensively. She smacked her lips as she tasted the peanut butter, her eyes darting back and forth. Then she blinked and dunked her spoon into the condiment, scooping up a huge glob and shoving it in her mouth eagerly.

"Leave some for me, you brat!" Becky laughed. "You spread it on your bread, although you can also put it on some of your fruits and vegetables, like the apples or celery. Let me show you."

She demonstrated spreading the peanut butter on her piece of bread, and Nanu followed suit. Nanu devoured the bread covered in peanut butter quickly, then began experimenting with putting the substance on the other foods on her plate. Some were a miss, but she seemed delighted with the peanut butter on the apples and celery, as her mistress had suggested.

"Mistress, I cannot wait to lick this off of you..." the Egyptian girl breathed. "This is as good as licking honey off a cunt."

"All in due course, my dear," Becky assured her. "For now, just eat."

"How will I eat, Mistress?" Nanu asked as she shoveled apple and peanut butter down her gullet. "You said that you must work, you are to be gone for long parts of some days. How will I feed myself if I cannot work the food makers?"

"I will start teaching you," the blonde said, smiling. "But until then, I will make food for you and leave it in the cold box and you can eat it when you get hungry. It might be cold food, but you will like it, I promise. And maybe I can show you how to prepare some things that don't require the heat makers."

"I would like to learn, Mistress," Nanu said, pausing eating long enough to indicate she was serious. "I want to thrive in my new world, and to do that, I must be able to feed myself. You said you teach young minds?"

Becky nodded. "Young men and women, from the ages of thirteen to eighteen. I teach them sciences."

"Why are girls taught, Mistress?" Nanu asked. "If they just need to be able to read before they marry and have children, why would they learn anything else? Especially a science?"

Becky almost laughed. "In this day and age, Nanu, education is the right of everyone, man or woman, girl or boy. Women, as it turns out, are every bit as capable as men when it comes to academia. That's why I'm a teacher, after all."

"I just thought you were smarter than everyone else and exceptional," Nanu grunted, going back to her food. "You are certainly smarter than M-ark."

"You'll get no argument from me, darling," giggled the older girl, drinking some milk. "Mark is currently failing my science class."

"Do you beat him?" queried Nanu. "In my time, negligent boys are held down and whipped with a leather strap if they are failing in their studies."

"No, we don't beat our students, tempting as that sounds," Becky said, picturing herself beating Mark's ass for yet another D grade in her class. "But when I work, which is generally five days a week, I leave in the morning and am back in the mid-afternoon. Between eight and nine hours."

"That is a long time for me to be alone, Mistress, but I will manage," Nanu sighed. "If you show me how to do things and keep myself amused, I will be fine. Maybe I can teach myself about your world."

"I absolutely believe that about you, Nanu, you are a very smart young woman," Becky said, nodding and smiling. "You may have just been a dancing slave in your old life, but I'll bet you could be anything you want here in my world, if you are diligent and work hard."

Nanu's eyes widened. "You mean I could become a mighty and feared queen who conquers her enemies? I will work so very hard, Mistress!"

"Let's just make sure you can conquer to the TV remote first," Becky laughed as she began to clear off the table, leaving the peanut butter for Nanu. It had been a long time since she'd had it licked off her tits or her pussy, after all...

***

They spent a good deal of the afternoon in the bathtub, where Nanu was resting back against her mistress, humming in contentment as she luxuriated in the hot, scented water. Becky was fond of adding oils to her bath, making her skin smooth, and she loved how it made her smell, even after a vigorous workout at her Krav-Maga class.

"Mmmm, this feels so nice, Mistress," the Egyptian girl murmured, snuggling back against Becky, her eyes closed. "Even warmer than the baths of Trajan, and much warmer than my master kept his."

"I like it," Becky said agreeably, scooping up water in her hands and pouring it down over Nanu's breasts and down her torso. She caressed the smooth, tan skin gently, making Nanu sigh in pleasure. They'd fucked again before the bath, making each other cum at least twice. Nanu had indeed licked peanut butter off Becky's pussy, and out of it. The brat in her came out and she managed to smear it all over Becky's front before the blonde could stop her, resulting in Nanu having to lick it all off, apparently. A terrible dilemma for them both. Once they'd showered, Becky drew a bath, and this was where they found themselves now, relaxing and winding down the day.

"And you can't take me with you to your work?" Nanu asked, her head nuzzled back between the twin pillows of Becky's breasts.

"It's not a good idea right now, my love," the teacher answered, stroking her lover. "It's hard to explain, but Mark is there, and he can't see you right now."

"I thought you said we couldn't see Mark for three whole months?" Nanu asked, making a wry face. "But you see him at your school every day?"

Becky considered how to explain. "You now understand that Mark and I travel through time, right?"

Nanu nodded. "I don't understand at all how you do it, but I have seen it for myself, so yes."

"Well... imagine if I took you to see your family, but before you were even born. Like, if your parents were so young that they haven't even met yet. You might know who they are, but they would have no idea who you were, because you weren't born yet."

Nanu squeezed her eyes shut, thinking very hard, but it was a losing battle. "Keep going, Mistress."

"The Mark you would see in my school doesn't know about time travel yet, or you. He isn't my lover yet. He won't be until three months from now. The Mark you know and love is from three months ahead of us, darling. So... you meeting the Mark who exists at the same time we do is a bad idea."

Nanu shook her head. "I don't understand how meeting this Mark could be bad when meeting the Mark of tomorrow isn't. But I guess I must just take your word for it... again."

"Probably for the best, Nanu," Becky giggled. "Don't worry, I don't like it either."

"Three months without cock, Mistress," the younger girl almost groused. "How do you survive it?"

"Nanu, just because we can't see Mark doesn't mean we can't have sex with men," Becky pointed out. "Mark doesn't own us, we can fuck whomever we please, just as he can."

"Just not your students," Nanu grunted. "Who else is there?"

Becky shrugged. "There's quite a few teachers, but that's awkward to me. I don't want to fuck my co-workers."

"There must be lots of people in this world to fuck, Mistress," Nanu insisted. "And yes, I love you, and your cunt, but three months without cock is long time for me. I could have it nightly if I wanted when I was a slave."

Becky reflected on that conundrum. Before she'd begun time travelling with Mark, she'd actually been experiencing quite a drought when it came to getting laid. It had been more than a year since she'd gotten any, and that pent-up tension had a tendency to come out during her Krav-Maga lessons. She couldn't help but think that maybe, in a world so very many times larger than Nanu's, she'd made her own life difficult by being overly fussy. After all, she'd hardly shown any restraint at all once she'd gotten into the timestream, had she?

In Renaissance France, she'd fucked the inkeeper's two daughters quite readily. She rarely been with a woman since her days at university. And at the Flavian villa in Nanu's Rome, she'd fucked several men and women at once, because she could. It was an orgy, after all.

What the Hell was so hard about getting laid in her own time?

"Nanu, I promise you, we will fuck men before we meet Mark again," she assured her charge. "Maybe I don't know who yet, but I'll make it happen."

Nanu nodded drowsily, the warmth of the water in the tub getting to her. "Mmmm, glad to hear it, Mistress. I do love a stiff cock in my cunt."

"So do I, my love," Becky sighed, finding her own mind wandering because of the water and the sensation of Nanu's soft body against hers. She had to admit, she normally wasn't this relaxed, even after her yoga and meditation. Sometimes, there was just no substitute for getting lots of sex. "I don't want you to worry about me going to work and leaving you tomorrow. I will make sure you are fed and have things to do. We'll make all your food tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow."

"Where can we get some cock, Mistress?" Nanu asked, seemingly becoming fixated. Not that Becky blamed her.

The blonde closed her eyes and pondered that for a few moments. Where was she guaranteed to get Nanu and herself laid without big risk?

Of course! Talk about surefire!

She smiled down at her companion and hugged her close. "Nanu, I have an idea, and it will certainly result in cock for you. All the cock you want and very likely the biggest. But you'll need to bear with me first, okay? I have to teach you some things."

Nanu looked back at her and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I will learn so well if it means I get some cock!"

I can't tell if she's more food-motivated or sex-motivated, Becky thought with a smirk. "Okay, then. It'll likely be later this week, so you need to be patient. But there's much to do before then."

Becky reached out of the tub and picked up her cellphone, which Nanu looked at curiously. Becky pressed some small dots on the surface, which had a very lifelike picture of her Mistress on it. Becky could see Nanu's confusion and remembered that the girl had no idea what the Hell a button was. Where in ancient Rome would she have seen a button?

She keyed in a number and then hit the speaker button, allowing Nanu to hear what was happening. She made a shhhh gesture with her finger, indicating that Nanu was to be quiet. The Egyptian girl nodded and watched intently.

Nanu frowned as she heard a weird buzzing sound that was uncomfortable in her ears. Then it stopped and was replaced by a lyrical, wondrous voice.