The Time Riders: Part 13

Ancient Roman Appreciation For Led Zeppelin.

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

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Becky brought several pairs back to the bed and laid them
out for Nanu to look at. "This is just a small sample of my collection,
but you'll get the idea and what's available."

Nanu peered at them before looking up at Becky. "Your
collection? Do you take them from other girls after you beat them up? Like a
prize or a trophy?"

Becky paused but then snickered. Count on Nanu to think in
terms of panties as gory battle trophies. "No, sweetie, I just meant
that I like panties and buying them in different styles and colors. That way,
when I fuck a boy, I know exactly what to wear for him to arouse him."

"Ah, I see," Nanu said, instantly understanding
now. She picked up the various types, examining them. There were French cuts,
boy cuts, hipster, tanga, bikini, g-string; not surprisingly, it was the last
type that held her attention the longest. "Are these panties always
necessary, Mistress? Can't a girl just walk around without them?"

"You could," Becky allowed, nodding. "Usually
when I am wearing a skirt, but there's lots of times I don't wear panties."

"Do you wear them when you are teaching?"
Nanu asked, looking at her mistress.

"I; usually, yes," Becky replied, blushing.
"It's a good idea to wear them when you're working."

"Because students could look up your skirt and see
your cunt and then they wouldn't be paying attention to what you were trying to
teach them, yes?" Nanu concluded.

"That's one way of thinking about it,"
Becky sighed. The girl wasn't wrong, but Becky didn't want to give her a civics
lesson right now either. "Here's a good rule, my love; wear underwear
when you're doing something important that has nothing to do with sex, okay?"

Nanu frowned. "What could be more important than
fucking?"

Becky just sighed and stripped off her tee and her panties,
now as naked as her charge. She sat down on the bed and pulled Nanu into her
lap. Nanu readily straddled Becky, their tits squashed together and her hands
around her mistress' shoulders. Becky smiled, her hands resting on Nanu's hips.

"Tonight, we'll eat and have all sorts of fun, and
I'll show you how some things work," Becky said. "Tomorrow, we
go shopping for clothes and some other things."

Nanu nodded, her hazel eyes shining brightly. She was
looking forward to learning everything.

Dinnertime.

Becky came up the stairs, peering into her bedroom and
noticing that Nanu wasn't there. She looked in the bathroom, thinking the little
scamp might be fucking around with the lights again, but she wasn't there,
either. She then noticed that the door to the spare room was open.

She went inside and found Nanu kneeling at the window, her
chin resting on her hands as she gazed outside, watching the street. She seemed
fascinated, and the more Becky thought about it, the more she realized this
made complete sense. Of course, Nanu could actually see all that much, because
of the trees that lined the street, but what was happening just below had her
rapt attention.

"Like what you see?" she asked, coming up
behind Nanu and stroking her fingers through the girl's long black hair.

"I don't have the words, mistress," Nanu
sighed, still watching. "Everyone is so tall. And the metal monsters
are everywhere, but they stay on the black road."

Becky giggled. "They are driven by people, Nanu,
just like chariots were in your day. The people are inside them, that's all.
And yes, they can be dangerous if the people driving them are not careful, or
if people on foot walk in front of them;”

Nanu blushed slightly at that.

"But don't worry, I'll teach you how to be safe,"
Becky promised. "I have one of those metal things myself, you know."

Nanu turned and looked at her with wide eyes. "You
own a monster?"

Becky smirked. "Yes, most adults do, darling. They
are not monsters, they are just machines. They get us from one place to another."

Nanu seemed hesitant. "What; what are the machines
called in your En-gush?"

Becky smiled. "Well, we commonly call them 'cars', but
the actual word is 'automobile', I believe."

"It would scare me to be in one," the
smaller girl said. "You're sure it will not eat me?"

Becky laughed. "I've been driving my monster for
almost ten years now, darling, and it hasn't eaten me. I promise, we'll take it
slow. However, I came up to tell you that it's time to make dinner, and I
wanted to know if you'd care to watch."

Nanu nodded and let Becky take her by the hand and lead her
back downstairs. "I was thinking I would let you decide what we eat, darling.
I'll put out some things, and you can choose a couple that I'll make a meal
from."

Nanu nodded and Becky put an apron on over her nude body,
just in case she ended up cooking more bacon. The smaller girl watched as she pulled
various things out of the fridge, some of which were obviously fruits and
vegetables, others being meats in various forms.

"Wassa?" she asked, pointing at something that
looked like thin, round slices of a vaguely pinkish-brown color.

"What, that?" Becky said somewhat distractedly,
looking at what Nanu was pointing to for a quick second before returning her
attention to the fridge. She remembered to revert to Latin. "That's
just bologna, it's nothing to worry about."

"Ba-lo;” Nanu repeated, picking up some slices and
popping them in her mouth when Becky wasn't looking.

"Let's see here," Becky mumbled, bent over and
inside the fridge, which was very nice, but way too big for her personal needs.
"I've clearly gotta go shopping soon. Here's some salad mix, and then we
have some’

"Umm!"

The unexpected (and rather disconcerting) sound compelled
Becky to rear back out of the fridge and whirl around, wondering what wild
animal had somehow made its way into her home. She paused when she saw Nanu
standing there, her eyes wide in shock and her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's
while she tried to masticate on all the bologna she had stuffed in her mouth.

Her lips couldn't even quite shut.

"Nanu," Becky said in quiet disbelief, blinking
and shaking her head for a moment, and forgetting to speak in Latin. "Did
you just snarf all my bologna?"

"Ba; lo;” Nanu mumbled, trying to force it down her
gullet. She looked like an ostrich trying to swallow a doorknob.

Becky just watched as Nanu performed some peristaltic
wizardry with her throat until, against all odds, the bologna was gone from her
mouth. The Egyptian girl was touching her lips with her fingers and then
looking at her fingers in wonder. She even licked them at one point before
looking up at Becky, her eyes flooded with wonder.

"Mistress," she said quietly. "I
want more ba-lo."

"Wait, what?" Becky blurted, shaking her
head again, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Did you
just say you want more bologna?"

"Yes," Nanu replied earnestly, nodding.
"It is the best thing I have ever eaten. I never want to eat anything
else ever again."

"Nanu, you can't just eat bologna for the rest of
your life," Becky pointed out.

"But, mistress, I will die if I don't have more!"
Nanu whined rather dramatically. "I don't want to die!"

"Dying is exactly what you'll do if you try to eat
nothing but ba-lo," Becky pressed, failing to notice she was now using
Nanu's word for the damnable stuff. "It's full of nitrates and all
those things that gave you the raging shits this morning. Remember that?"

"But it's the best thing I've ever eaten, mistress,"
Nanu continued to whine. "People who don't love ba-lo are stupid!"

"Nanu, it's full of those nitrates and
preservatives, crazy amounts of the stuff," Becky iterated firmly.
"You'll shit yourself to death, woman."

The Egyptian girl looked positively heartbroken.

"I'm not saying you can never have ba-lo, all I'm
saying is that you can't eat just ba-lo or you will die on my toilet, and I am
not explaining that to the vigiles."

Nanu sighed loudly and looked put out. "Fine."

"As your body adapts, you'll be able to eat more and
more things," the blonde woman assured her. "But it will take
time, and you will never be able to survive on ba-lo alone. It's not very good
for you, even if it tastes good."

"Then why does your society have it at all?"
Nanu asked, frowning.

"We like things that are bad for us too, sometimes,"
Becky said, feeling the need to defend her era from this sort of punitive
accusation. Frankly, she'd never seen herself having to answer for her world to
people from bygone ages who were observing how they did things in modern times.
"Indulgences, I guess."

"Will we be eating anything nearly as good as ba-lo
for dinner?" Na