The Time Riders: Part 14

Visiting old friends, and Nanu discovers hot sauce.

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

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A certain bedroom.

If she'd been worried about feeling alone, she wasn't
noticing at the moment. There were so many fascinating things around here, all
requiring her examination. There was an entire world to explore, after all, and
it was apparently much bigger than the one she'd left behind. It was hard to
conceive of, really; a world larger than Rome, than the empire, but according
to her Mistress, Re-be-kah, she was not going to run out of things to be
stunned by.

So far, Mistress had been right. Nanu was kneeling on the
bed, minutely examining the fabric that made up the soft sheets they'd been
sleeping on. She tugged at the material, noticing how it was so tough that she
needn't worry about tearing it. She tugged and tugged, giggling with delight
when she couldn't wreck it. How clever the people of tomorrow were!

She clambered off the bed and walked over to the window. She
had only briefly put on any clothes, and that was to see her Mistress to the
door as she left for work. Becky had made sure Nanu understood how the front
door lock worked before she left. Nanu was only wearing the burning cock-sack
garment, the one with the symbol of the musical group Let Zeppli on it, but the
second Mistress was gone, she'd shucked it off and scampered around naked,
laughing in delight.

She'd been so tempted to stand in the window wearing no
clothes and shake her nude body at the world, because she promised Mistress she
would stay out of trouble, because she didn't want the vigiles coming
for her since she'd only just gotten here. Mistress' 'free country' wasn't as
free as it sounded, at least in her opinion.

The tiny Egyptian girl walked up to the window of the
bedroom and leaned on the frame, sighing dreamily as she rested her chin on her
arms and gazed out at the world beyond the glass. Trees were starting to be
green, and the grass of Mistress' lawn was visible, along with plants that
would apparently become lovely flowers.

High up in the blue sky, a strange bird flew. It barely
moved, just gliding along, and seemed to have an almost cruciform shape. It
left a weird trail of white cloud behind.

What strange animals there were in the world of tomorrow.

She left the window and went into the bathroom, plunking
herself down on the commode and peeing, giggling at the sound produced by the
material the bowl was made from. Once she was done, she headed downstairs,
feeling a mite peckish. She went up to the fridge and opened the door,
fascinated by the chill she felt as she leaned in to see what was available.
Re-be-kah had left food for her to eat, all prepared and with her name on it, so
that she knew what was safe.

Seeing as how the ba-lo had made her almost shit herself to
death the day before.

The parfait was sitting in a bowl, with yummy-looking red
and black berries swirled into it, along with a cereal that Mistress had called
'granola'. She took that and then retrieved a few slices of homemade bread from
a little wooden container on the counter. Mistress had left some utensils and
butter on the table, and even the peanut butter! Nanu loved the peanut butter;
she couldn't wait to have it licked off her cunt!

Sated some minutes later, Nanu wandered around, examining
little things about the house that she hadn't noticed yet. She was careful to
not mess with any switches, because she didn't know what all of them did.
Apparently they weren't all just for the lights. She jumped up and down on the
sturdy long chair, which was apparently called a 'chesterfield', rolled around
on the comfy rug, and diddled herself in front of a mirror, cumming loudly and
shamelessly. She loved looking at herself while she masturbated, she was so
beautiful!

Nanu flopped back on the rug, breathing heavily after a
lovely climax. Her whole body tingled, and wonderful images of herself and her
Mistress fucking floated through her mind. The house was warm, in a way she'd
never felt before. Living in the slave quarters, and wearing what amounted to
little more than a poorly made sack for clothing, she had often been cold, and
rarely warm enough to suit her. This was; wonderful.

This new world confused and frightened her, but she also
knew she would acclimate, and then she would be warm, well-fed, and she could
fuck to her heart's content. She was going to love her new life, she was sure.

She hoped Re-be-kah was having as wonderful a day as she
was.

The Education of Nanu, as 'The Gods Will It'.

Mooredale Secondary.

Becky sat behind her desk, trying to conceal the way her
eyes were spiraling with exasperation and boredom. While not every student in her
Physics class was a dunce, only a few of them truly cared and paid attention.
Most were just doing what was required to pass. Even if they got great grades,
they weren't interested in retaining the material.

And then there was one young dunce in particular.

She tried not to scowl at Mark, who was zoning out at his
desk, looking out the window. She could see even from here that his notes were
inadequate. He couldn't claim to be memorizing the material; he had the memory
of a goldfish crossed with a sieve. How had he made it into this prestigious
high school to begin with?

She was ultimately happy he had, of course, since that meant
three months from now (from his point of view), he would be taking her on
adventures with the Holmes Field Device. But this twerp sitting in front of her
wasn't that time traveler yet, was he? He was just some lazy kid who was going
to fail her course. Then he'd come back in time to fuck her, and convince her
to not fail him. She'd agree, as long as he showed her the time machine
and took her on adventures.

Looking at him now, she couldn't believe she'd made the
agreement. But she had, and now she was stuck passing him. She couldn't get out
of it if she tried. She'd solidified her personal future. Fating, as
people in the time travel community called it. Once you knew for certain that
something factually was going to happen to you down the road, there was nothing
you could do to change it, no matter how hard you tried. You might even hurt
yourself doing it. Time lock. It was a thing.

So if you enjoyed feeling like you were in control of your
destiny, then you did your best not to find out what was to happen to you in
the future. Loose talk stops clocks, and all that.

She looked at Mark again, still trying not to frown. It was
so strange to think that this boy, who was weeks away from being eighteen, was
the same knucklehead who would be her time-travelling companion. She'd be
having sex with him, and they'd be sharing girls in the time stream, including
Nanu, who was waiting for her back at home.

The Mark in front of her was seventeen, almost eighteen.
Time travel made the rules seem so arbitrary, and even dumb sometimes. She
couldn't have sex with him right now. She couldn't sext him under her desk
right now. It was illegal. Yet somehow, magically, in a few weeks, on a
particular day, Mark's upcoming birthday would make him an adult, even though
functionally nothing was different about his biology.

This Mark didn't know that they were lovers. That they would
be lovers, in any event. Like all the other dumb boys in the school, he talked
about her being hot, and what he'd do to her, childish boasting and hormonal
nonsense. They talked about how she tended to dress rather conservatively, but
clearly she had a rocking' bod underneath her clothes. They'd seen her in the
school gym a few times.

Becky didn't know why she dressed so conservatively,
now that she thought of it. There were certainly less attractive teachers on
staff who dressed more sexily than she did. Connie Marangos, the English Lit
teacher, was shaped like a pear and had a face like a foot, but she somehow
managed to dress sexy. What was Becky's excuse?

She didn't want to give the horny students any more
masturbation material than they already got. Horny teenage boys were annoying.
Even Mark was annoying. Would he get better by the time she caught up with him
in the future, three months from now? She could hope, but she doubted it. He
hadn't exactly proven so thus far on their adventures.

Another quiet sigh escaped her as she glanced for a moment
in his general direction. She wanted to pin that boy down right now and fuck
him, hard. She couldn't, but she wanted to. It bothered her that she was
starting to feel a tingle in her needy cunt, and there was nothing she could do
about it. She'd have to wait to get home and take out her horny frustrations on
Nanu. Not that the Egyptian girl would mind, of course.

She thought back about what she and Mark had experienced so
far in the time stream. They'd gone to seventeenth century France, gotten in
several brawls, and Mark had been fatally shot, only surviving because he
wasn't meant to die yet. She'd been kidnapped by Cardinal Richelieu and
made a lady-in-waiting to Anne of Austria, and she'd met her own ancestor, the
gorgeous, brilliant, and deadly noblewoman Alexandra D'Assaut, who had help