The Time Riders: Part 11

Attack of the Velociraptor.

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

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Another basement, seconds later.

The quiet darkness was suddenly disrupted by a strange glow,
and a hum, along with blinking neon lights that seemed to spin around a
perimeter. The Holmes Field Device appeared, and Mark sighed heavily as he shut
it off. He slumped down onto a small stool in a nearby corner, thankful his
parents and his sister pretty much never came down here. Mom didn't like the
clutter, Roxy was afraid of the spiders, and his dad never wanted to be seen
leaving the basement in case his mom decided she needed something dug out. Out
of sight, out of mind.

He looked at the little multicolored weed pipe he was
holding in his hand, still contained in a small baggie. It didn't matter that
his fingerprints were on it, since he'd shown it to Roxy. Not like she was
gonna tell their parents, right?

But still, this was getting complicated. His initial trip
over to Danni's house had apparently not been as smooth as hoped, and he just
found out now. And now he had to jump back in time to hide the pipe
under his chair in order to show to Roxy, and then get it back into
Danni's room unnoticed.

Right?

Becky had been correct, these twists were getting harder and
harder to manage. He'd very nearly been caught at Danni's, and it was only dumb
luck that saved him. But he couldn't rely on that now. He shook his head and
took a deep breath, preparing to jump back to before the confrontation with
Roxy, before he'd gone into his room.

Maybe during dinner? What time had dinner been? Thank God
his parents and Roxy were out right now. How many more times did he have to try
to correct this little gaffe? And how?

He got up wearily and assumed his place atop the platform of
the Holmes Field Device. He fired it up and in a drone of noise and particle
states he could never understand, he faded from view.

Seconds later, he showed up again, hurrying off the platform
and placing several small Renaissance plaster gargoyles onto the floor away
from the device. He then activated it and faded out again.

Mere moments had passed before he reappeared, sweating as he
held a load of brightly colored Tang Dynasty women's clothing, tossing it
aside. He looked really frazzled as he punched in more coordinates and blinked
out of the basement.

When he appeared again, he was sputtering and cursing as he
pulled on a tough leather leash, trying to coax a llama off the platform. The
creature grunted and spit in his face. Mark swore at it but then scrambled back
on the platform and winked out of view.

The Holmes Field Device glowed into existence and mariachi
music blared through the basement. Several men in sequined black outfits were
playing El Jarabe Tapatío and calling out joyously as Mark, who was
wearing a ridiculously large sombrero, shoved them all off the platform,
practically in tears from the stress he was under. He stood still and gazed in
bewilderment at the Mexicans crammed into his basement, playing as if nothing
had happened, while the stupid llama bobbed its head back and forth, enjoying
the music. Unable to deal with this, Mark staggered onto the platform and faded
out again.

"Run!" he shouted in terror as he blinked back
into the present, bolting off the Holmes Field Device and climbing up onto a
tall, rickety shelf while an enraged velociraptor screeched hatefully and
leaped at him, trying to tear his innards out with its fiendish claws. The
Mariachi band's playing was replaced with cries of panic, everyone trying to
escape the demon predator.

"Aye, Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi!" shrieked one man as he ran
about aimlessly, as if only suddenly aware of the basement he was trapped
within. Instruments and sombreros were flying about in the darkness, along with
growls, hisses, and the sound of fabric tearing.

The llama just spat contemptuously at everyone within range.

And Mark swore that very night that he'd never cause another
time twist ever again. Ever.

All the best with that promise, Mark. You're going to
need it.

Becky starts teaching Nanu about the modern world. Not easy.

The Education of Nanu Begins.

Becky stirred and hummed, feeling the morning light caress
her face. As she arched her body, she pressed against something soft, and
remembered she had a guest in her bed. Her eyes opened and she smiled warmly at
the sight of Nanu, who was curled into her, quite naked, and sleeping soundly.

She was indeed a lovely girl, with long, dark hair so black
that it almost shone blue, and creamy, tan skin. She had a pretty face, and a
petite frame, with a dancer's build. Her legs looked long, her behind was taut,
and her tits looked large on her because she was rather tiny. She was definitely
under five feet tall.

Back her own time, she might have been slightly shorter than
average for the women of Roman Egypt, but in this day and age, she was
downright puny. Becky was almost a head taller than her, and Mark had been a
good head and neck taller. Thankfully, Nanu was not intimidated by their
disparity in height, which would have made things awkward.

And Becky was pretty sure that Nanu had absolutely no idea
what sort of changes and adjustments awaited her in the twenty-first century.

The Egyptian girl made a noise as she began to slowly wake
up. She rubbed at her eyes and began to stretch as she lay on her side. She
arched her back and her tits met Becky's, their nipples kissing gently. Nanu
paused and opened her eyes, blinking as everything came into focus.

She saw her beautiful Mistress smiling at her, the woman of
the Tomorrow Stars named Rebe-kah, her golden hair curling around her face, and
her exotic blue eyes soft with affection. Nanu felt now that she was lying on
something very soft, and there was a thin but warm blanket over her. It felt
nice against her, very sensual.

"Good morning, beautiful," Becky said in
Latin, the language they shared, since Nanu had no concept of English, and
Becky didn't speak whatever dialect of ancient Egyptian Nanu's people used.
"Did you sleep well?"

Nanu smiled back, still looking sleepy. "Yes,
Mistress, thank you. I don't think I've ever slept that well before. Your
lectulo, it is so soft and comfortable."

"I'm glad you think so, since you'll be sleeping in
it from now on," the blonde woman purred reaching out with her arm and
gathering the former slave-girl into her embrace. They hugged close and pressed
their lips together, kissing deeply and sensually. Their tongues found one
another and tangled while hands caressed and wandered over now-familiar forms.
Becky's large tits squashed into Nanu's and they both shivered at the delicious
sensation of their nipples poking together.

But Becky also noticed a tension in Nanu's body, a shifting
stiffness that she seemed to be trying to endure. Becky giggled and ended the
kiss, pressing her forehead to Nanu's and smirking.

"Nanu," she whispered gently, her hand
wandering down to cup one of the girl's pert ass cheeks. "Do you need
to relieve yourself?"

The girl bit her lip but nodded. "Yes, Mistress, I'm
sorry. I didn't want to say anything because we were’

"I understand, Nanu, but we can't have you peeing
the bed now, can we?" Becky said sweetly, caressing her lover's cheek.
"Come, I guess it's time to show you how to use a modern toilet."

She pushed herself up to a kneeling position on the bed and
Nanu did the same, rubbing her eyes and stretching. She really was beautiful,
so recently coming into womanhood. Nanu looked around, seeing the room she was
in now for the first time, since when they'd arrived it had been night and
Becky had purposefully kept the lights off in order to get the former
slave-girl to sleep.

"This is your bedchamber, Mistress?" Nanu
asked in wonder, noticing several things now. "Are you sure you're not
a queen?"

Becky giggled. "Only in my own mind, Nanu. I am just
a teacher of young minds here in my world. I promise I'll show you everything.
Let's go;”

She took Nanu by the hand and pulled her off the bed,
leading her out of the room. Nanu seemed intent on touching just about
everything they passed by, including the door frame.

"It is wood?" she asked, pressing her
finger against it and tapping curiously.

"The entire frame of my house is, along with other
materials I haven't figured out how to explain yet, but I promise, I will."

She led Nanu down the short hallway to the bathroom and
flipped on the light. The Egyptian girl's eyes widened in amazement.

"How did you do that?" she asked in shock.

"Oh, right," Becky mused. "Forgot
about that part. Watch;”

Becky showed her the tiny switch on the wall and flipped it
down to turn the light off. Nanu gasped. She then turned it back on. Nanu's
eyes were still wide. Becky pointed at the space over the mirror, where she had
a small row of vanity lights. She flicked them off and on again.

"You control those tiny suns from this thing on the
wall?