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Story title : Mission to a New World - Part 4

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Mission to a New World - 4 (Mdom/F, size, bond, sci-fi) 
by JackBro (jackbro_99@yahoo.com)

***

Chapter 4: First Contact D+1

***

First contact is sooner than expected, but surprisingly 
uneventful.

After a long jack-off session and a short lunch, we set 
out again. His cock does not erupt nearly as much as the 
first time, but it takes him a lot longer. He must stroke 
himself over and over and over again, making himself 
wetter and wetter in the process. I wait for him to cum, 
but I do not mind the wait.

In fact, I enjoy the waiting, and I enjoy the watching. I 
like the sight of his hand running up and down the long 
length of his hard cock. Even when I model my topless 
body in front of him, first bending over and then heaving 
up my tits with my own hand, he must pump on his member 
for a long time before it finally squirts. It is 
something I must remember for later. I must remember that 
repetitive masturbation sessions will make him to last a 
long time inside me.

It is early morning when we finally get going, I guess 
about 8:00 AM - I think. I didn't know the time for 
certain because I do not wear a watch - or little else 
for that matter. I put my top back on and again carry my 
own backpack. I purposely wear the bikini because it is 
the most conservative article of clothing I have, but 
when I look down I see it is not conservative at all.

The ground no longer slithers away from beneath my feet. 
Sand remains in the occasional island where nothing 
grows, resembling a small oasis in reverse, but we leave 
it mostly behind. Brian wisely keeps on harder soil 
nearer the trees, and this provides us with life-giving 
shade at the same time. The walk quickly turns pleasant 
and we make good progress. The trees grow short and 
sparse this close to the desert, standing far apart with 
little underbrush to impede our progress. It feels as 
though the temperature has dropped by 10 degrees.

Brian acts less intimidated after his sexual performance 
this time. We start talking almost right away, ignoring 
his masturbation session, and going over the last minute 
details before the inevitable contact. I think my witness 
of his eruption might even have served to calm him - and 
perhaps me as well.

As we talk, we practice a form of a dress rehearsal, 
spending the time quizzing each other over little facts 
of our common cover story. Each of us has a head full of 
useless facts - or more appropriately, lies - about our 
home tribe and the names of the various villages and 
tribes we passed through our journeys. It will probably 
be unnecessary, but we want to be sure we don't raise any 
suspicions. We want to have a common story in case we may 
be questioned separately.

Despite our sexual escapades, the apprehension gradually 
accumulates once again. 'Here I am on an alien planet,' I 
think to myself, 'about to make contact with an alien 
life form.' In a few hours I will be speaking Longtonese 
and trying to convince a alien intelligence I am one of 
them. Concerns about my big boobs and lack of clothing 
gradually diminish. I have more important things to worry 
about.

"If we don't know it by now, we never will," Brian 
concludes after about an hour of near-continuous talking 
and quizzing. "I think we should just relax."

"You're probably right," I take a deep breath and agree. 
"All this memorization is just making me more nervous."

"You'll do fine," He comforts. "Just remember the 
Longtonese are a peaceful race. They aren't going to hurt 
us if we make a little mistake."

I look to see a change all around us. It is a subtle 
change, one I fail to notice but quickly feel. It is as 
though the forest tries to trap us. The trees grow 
closer. The undergrowth grows thicker. I soon find myself 
following Brian, unable to stand at his side.

A minute later I hear the sound of flowing water. We 
reach a stream, a sizable stream that flows parallel to 
the desert. Brian barrages his way through a thicket of 
grass that rises above our heads and almost leaves us 
lost in a sea of green. We exit the opposite end to 
suddenly find ourselves standing at the edge of a 
riverbed.

I find myself shocked at the sight of so much water all 
at once, especially after a full day in the desert. It 
looks far bigger than the water of any oasis, about a 
hundred feet across and extending for a long distance in 
either direction. I realize this is what fuels the 
greenery all around us. This is what keeps the desert at 
bay. I feel thankful and relieved at its sight, but it 
also fills me with anxiety. I know the sight of water 
indicates we are near the Longton village.

The river blocks our way and we must cross, but I do not 
mind the crossing. Although wide, it is not deep. The 
water only comes up to our waists in the center. On the 
opposite bank it rises not much higher than our ankles. 
We walk along parallel to its length rather than to 
challenge the grass standing like a sentry on the bank. 
We walk along until we find a path.

The path looks used and well worn, probably used by the 
Longtons to fill canteens or perhaps gather water for a 
nearby settlement. It clearly indicates use by many 
Longtons, which only serves to fill me with even more 
anxiety. I grow nervous at the thought of walking along 
the same path as so many Longtons placed their feet 
before me.

"All we need to do is follow it," Brian points. "And we 
will almost certainly find ourselves in a Longton 
village."

The insight fills me with apprehension.

"How soon do you think it will be before we meet one of 
them?" I point to it. "Think we're close?"

"Shouldn't be. Not yet," Brian answers. "The village 
should still be a good two miles away."

"That means another hour," I think out loud.

"But just in case," Brian suggests. "From now on I think 
we should try to talk only in Longtonese. You know, just 
in case one of them might be walking this path to gather 
water."

"I agree." I think it a good idea, so I answer him in the 
Longtonese language.

Brian doesn't seem to understand for a moment, but then 
nods his head. I must remember he does not know the 
language nearly as well as I do.

"Try no worry," Brian attempts to speak Longtonese 
himself. "Imagine we home instead. Walk in home forest."

I almost have to laugh at his broken attempt to speak, 
but I understand him well enough to take his advice. I 
look around and have little trouble imagining I am home, 
on Earth, or at least what I remember of Earth after so 
many years. Subtle differences exist, like the thicker 
leaves of the Longton trees and lack of any flowering 
plants, but it still looks quite lovely.

I turn away from the logic of science and take a look 
around me. 'This could be made into a good vacation 
planet if not for the Longtons,' I think to myself. It 
looks peaceful and makes me feel almost relaxed - until I 
think again of the Longtons who we will soon meet. A 
strong sensation of anxiety bubbles up from deep within 
me.

Along with the view, I also get to experience the 
increased wrath of the Longton climate. It is near noon. 
The temperature continues to climb, and the sun continues 
to rise. So does the humidity. Even though we walk in 
heavy shade and wear practically no clothing, it feels 
the equivalent to a hot August day. It even feels like a 
thunderstorm might be brewing, although my knowledge of 
the Longton climate teaches me otherwise. It virtually 
never rains at this latitude.

The Longtons who populate this part of the forest live 
via the water that flows down from further north. It 
flows in great rivers like the one we crossed, and 
eventually empties into vast desert lakebeds where it 
slowly evaporates and creates the incessant humidity.

"They should be less than a mile away," Brian interrupts 
my pleasant thoughts. "We should meet up with some of the 
Longtons in less than an hour."

I am once again reminded of our mission. The scenery and 
my internal ecstasy almost made me forget, but now I 
remember again. The apprehension returns. A feeling of 
nervousness adds to the tight jungle of thoughts already 
inside me.

***
 
We make first contact sooner than expected. We stumble 
upon two farmers almost by accident. Around the corner of 
a thick clump of trees and a sharp bend in the path, we 
suddenly come face-to-face with two Longton men casually 
talking and supporting themselves with what looks like 
hoes.

"Hello," One of them yells to us from a small parcel of 
land with rows of budding crops peeping through the soil. 
"You smakoes not?"

I nearly jump off the path in fright. His words sound 
broken. I do not completely understand him. My first 
instinct is to hide, but I quickly come to my senses.

"Me traveler," Brian answers calmly. "Me valley many away 
from. Travel quest. You valley from?"

One of the men answers. I recognize the word "Nabo." It 
is the village we seek. We have found the correct 
village, the one nearest to where the satellite went 
down.

They introduce themselves. One of the names sounds like 
the English name Jelick. The other is like Daniel. Names 
will be a problem, I know, because of the language 
barrier. I have trouble enough with English names. These 
will be even more difficult.

Brian introduces himself and his own village. He says we 
have been walking since before dawn along the edge of the 
Northern Forest, exactly like we rehearsed. He tells them 
how we have not passed another Longton in six days, and 
then names a village from far away.

The Longton men answer. Jelick asks if we passed a 
neighboring village, and Brian answers that we must have 
traveled too close to the desert and missed it. Daniel 
then comes up with the name of someone he says he once 
knew from the village we said we passed through. Brian 
pretends to think about it, and then laughs about there 
being too many names to remember.

Jelick and Daniel laugh along with him. The Longton men 
talk in a pleasant, friendly tone. They seem genuinely 
pleased to meet us. I notice they have degraded their 
speech in response to our own, switching to simpler words 
and fewer syllables for our understanding. I soon find 
that I understand everything they say, although I can 
tell Brian does not.

Through all this, I remain silent. I desperately want to 
participate, but I know the custom of the Longton people. 
I am a woman, and I must therefore take a back seat to my 
male partner. I must remain quiet even though I feel a 
tremendous desire to correct Brian and the occasional 
mistakes he makes in his speech. But despite his 
mistakes, the Longton men are very forgiving and don't 
seem to mind. They quickly accept him as one of their 
own.

"And this slave?" Jelick finally asks of me.

"Slave Debbie," Brian introduces me. 

"Debbie," He nods to me and then poses a question Brian. 
"You be high chief?"

I am appalled. I know, of course, exactly what he means. 
He looks right at them. So does Jelick. I can see the 
eyes of both men riveted on my sparsely clad tits. The 
comment about "slave" or "high chief" does little to 
improve the situation. I know the reason they ask Brian 
of his social position is because of my big tits.

"Hello," I bow, as it is customary for Longton women to 
do when introduced. This, I know, exposes my cleavage 
even more. It allows the men to witness my big tits as 
they drop straight down out of my chest, but I must 
resist the embarrassment. "Me happy meet new people after 
so long journey."

"You speak good," Jelick notices immediately. "You speak 
more good than master."

I go through the agreed-upon explanation. I tell them 
Brian is from a land much further away. He purchased me 
during his journeys, and is therefore less familiar with 
the local dialect. Luckily for all of us, he allows me to 
speak better than he does - to show him up, as one could 
say - for the sake of accurate communication. This simple 
explanation seems to satisfy them.

The more I speak, the more relaxed I grow. Pleasant to my 
surprise, I find myself able to understand almost every 
word they say. They, in return, seem to understand me.

As I relax, I admire the two men. They look to be typical 
Longtonese men, tall and muscular - especially Jelick. He 
looks like the younger of the two, perhaps only in his 
late teens or early twenties. His skin looks dark brown 
and he is drenched in sweat.

I see he has been working out in the field, hoeing his 
crops just as any normal gardener might do on Earth. And 
he is also so tall - just as I like my men - and his 
bulging muscles seem to burst out all over. The tallness, 
I know, is due to the lower gravity of the planet. And 
the muscles are because of the lack of an advanced 
technology and the high reliance on manual labor. His 
lack of clothing and the small loincloth around his waist 
further amplifies my admiration of him.

Daniel looks older, like maybe in his 30s, although still 
tanned and very good looking. If not for the continuous 
eyebrow and large noses, both men could be handsome 
Earthmen.

"It late and village long away," Daniel points out. "We 
stop now. Take noon sleep in cabin. You join us?"

Brian accepts the offer. Longtons like to take a short 
rest at about noon the equivalent of a siesta, similar to 
the equatorial cultures of Earth. They traditionally stop 
work at about noon and rest during the hottest part of 
the day. We gladly follow the same tradition.

***
 
The two men live with their wives - or slaves - in a 
stone cabin built low to the ground and into the side of 
a small hill. Longtons construct all their homes 
virtually identical. The stone provides insulation, and 
the half-submerged construction keeps it cool. The 
temperature drops noticeably as we enter.

The place resembles my Grandfather's hunting cabin. A 
fireplace is built into the stonewall on one side. A 
large iron pot hangs down over the cold coals. Beside it 
sits a small tub and a thick wooden table; I assume the 
equivalent of a kitchen sink and counter. Of course, no 
modern appliances are present. I see only bowls, a pan, 
and a single knife neatly set on a shelf. A water pump 
stands next to the tub. Jelick and Daniel appear poor, 
but I am sure they live just like everyone else.

The men introduce their wives. Naturally, the wives wear 
little in the way of clothing. One is topless and the 
other wears a vertical swimsuit that covers only a little 
more. This makes me feel more comfortable, but it also 
reminds me of what I must look like myself. I notice the 
wives have relatively flat chests, which only serves to 
amplify my own size. Jelick and Daniel seem to notice 
too, for I see them take a look at my tits every chance 
they get.

They invite us to sit down at a small table with two 
simple wooden benches. I sit down next to Brian and we 
talk about our travels. Jelick and Daniel sit across from 
us. The women, naturally, remain standing.

The Longton men appear tremendously interested in our 
travels. We find neither has been more than two-day's 
walk from there own village. They express interest in 
knowing what adventures lay beyond the furthest hills.

They also remain interested in my breasts. At least one 
of the men seems to have his eyes upon them all the time. 
They look at me much more blatantly than Brian, seeming 
to express no shame at all. They stair at my boobs as 
though it is perfectly normal to do so - which I know it 
is on this planet.

Unexpectedly, it gives me a twinge of erotic excitement 
as I can't help but wonder what they are thinking. 'Is 
Jelick trying to picture me topless?' I question to 
myself. 'Or is Daniel fantasizing what it would be like 
to play his hands upon my chest?'

We thankfully talk for only a short time before one of 
the women taps her men on the shoulder.

"It much late," The woman speaks only after her husband-
owner gives her a nod to do so. "Strangers much tired."

"Yes, much tired," Daniel answers. "Rude I am! Must rest 
first; talk later."

"Bed must," Jelick points to a door at the back of the 
cabin. "Bed for visitors sleep. For harvest! You sleep 
there."

I know separate rooms serve as bedrooms. As with all 
Longton homes, two small rooms are dug into the hillside.

***
 
Jelick hands Brian a lantern and shows us down to the 
bedrooms. He leads us into a cool cavern; almost a cave, 
like a tunnel dug into the hillside.

I almost stumble on the narrow rocks that serve as 
stairs. My shoulders scrape against the brick-and-mortar 
that makes up the wall. No expense is given for extra 
space. I notice the men must bend down low at the waist 
to prevent their heads form hitting the ceiling. This is 
the first time I've seen so far into a Longton home, so I 
take in every detail.

We descend into the equivalent of a basement. Every 
Longton home has at lease one room like this to serve as 
a cool, comfortable escape, cool enough for someone to 
sleep during the incessant blaze of the noonday sun. This 
house had three cave-rooms.

"You sleep there," Jelick points to the middle of three 
solid wooden doors branching off at right angles to each 
other. "Sleep room for food pickers. Extra pick food put 
there. No pick, no food now. Much room rest."

Brian leads the way. I think the temperature drops by 
another 10 degrees when we walk in. It is enough to make 
the room feel a little chilly. From what I can decipher 
from Jelick's words, it sounds like this room is normally 
used for storage and to house extra workers who come to 
pick the food at harvest time. To my delight, it appears 
as though I am correct. The room gives off a strong but 
pleasant order when we enter. It smells like my 
Grandmother's root cellar. I also notice several dirty 
brown bags standing just inside the doorway. They hold 
what looks like potatoes.

"My God!" Brian speaks after the door closes and the 
Longtons leave us.

I hardly hear him. The room is long and narrow, shaped 
like a cave with stonewalls and a dirt floor. To my 
surprise, it is lighted, although not by very much. Two 
small glass windows take the place of bricks near the top 
of one wall. I figure they must connect to shafts that 
run up to the surface and bring in just enough sunshine 
to bath the room in a light glow. In combination with the 
lantern, it provides enough light to see around. 
Additional bags of food stand on the opposite side of the 
door. A simple bed and blanket sit on the floor on the 
far side of the room.

"Oh my!" I then see what Brian has already seen.

I look closer and notice chains hang down to my right. 
They extend from hooks anchored between stones in the 
ceiling, about 10 feet apart. At the end of each, 
dangling down by about a dozen links, I notice leather 
cuffs. Another pair of hook and chains poke up out of the 
floor, again with leather cuffs at the end.

"Oh my!" I say again.

I know the purpose of the chains and shackles the moment 
I see them. In this culture of subservient women, it is 
obvious. They can be for only one thing. I know the upper 
chains are meant for a woman's wrists, and the lower ones 
are for her feet. They extend at just the right height to 
anchor a short person - a short woman of just about my 
height.

I step further into the room. I lay my backpack down on 
the bed and notice more chains and cuffs. They lay on the 
bed, one in each corner. These are meant to secure 
someone - no doubt again a female - in the lying 
position. The bedroom looks like a dungeon.

"Oh my!" I speak a third time, and then notice the shelf 
full of implements.

"Oh my God!" I back away in shock. My hands go up to my 
mouth to cover it as though I am afraid of what might 
come out next. I can't believe it! It is even worse. On 
the wall I see whips, and above them is a shelf full of 
dildos - really big dildos! They are the biggest I have 
ever seen, and they are obviously dildos by their very 
life-like appearance. They are shaped with mushroom tips 
and a gentle curvature just like the real thing. They 
even have fake veins probing out of their lengths. And 
going from left to right, they increase in size, starting 
big and growing into gigantic.

I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to have 
one of them inside me. My heart begins racing. The inside 
of my thighs begin to tingle. I break out into a cold 
sweat as I can't help but have very naughty thoughts of 
myself shackled in chains with one of the large pricks 
inside me.

"Well, well, well," Brian speaks softly. "This certainly 
will make a very interesting entry into our observation 
log."

The sound of his voice shatters the pleasant images in my 
mind. He starts to laugh, and then so do I.

"Yes, quite interesting," I agree, imagining the 
admiral's reaction when we tell him. I laugh along with 
Brian at our absurd situation. The sight before me is so 
unexpected I can't help but laugh. I started the day 
worrying about language, behavior, and finding a crashed 
satellite. And now I stand in what looks like a wild sex 
dungeon.

"I can't wait to tell the guys about this place!" Brian 
laughs some more. "These Longtons are a bunch of horn-
dogs!"

I laugh at his choice of words, thinking about what it 
will be like to describe the place to the women back in 
the lab. I try not to laugh loud because I don't want our 
hosts to hear, but it is difficult. The attempt only 
makes me want to laugh more. It feels good. The tension 
of the day suddenly leaves me.

"I don't believe this place," Brian takes a deep breath 
once he is finally able to speak again.

I try to come back to reality along with him, but it 
takes longer for me to recover. I giggle every time I see 
the straps. And then I giggle some more every time I look 
at Brian.

"Maybe we should just lay down and try to get some 
sleep," He finally concludes. "It's been a long morning." 
I agree. "The bed does not look like much, but I bet it's 
a lot more comfortable than the last place we slept."

The room has only one bed, and it is a very small bed at 
that. I know we will have to sleep together to complete 
the illusion. We don't want someone to walk in and see us 
sleeping apart.

"Which side do you prefer?" Brian graciously offers.

"The left, if you don't mind."

I start to laugh again when I see Brian sweep the chains 
off the side of the bed.

We wash in a small bowl located in the corner of the 
room. Brian allows me to go first and then he follows. I 
take off my top and lay face down on a surprisingly 
comfortable mattress. It feels like there are feathers 
inside. There are no sheets, only a blanket to cover us.

"Very comfortable," I tell him. "Just like home."

He turns out the lantern and lies down beside me. We are 
forced to lay close, touching each other. It feels erotic 
to be laying so close to a man in a sex chamber, but I do 
not mind. It feels good.

"Do you think all Longton bedrooms are like this one?" I 
whisper a question.

"I doubt it," He answers after a long pause. "There were 
no reports from the previous expeditions."

"But maybe they didn't report it," I think out loud. "I 
mean, it would have been kind-of embarrassing, you know, 
to report something like this to a commanding officer."

"They still would have reported it," He says. "Now keep 
quite and try to go to sleep."

I try, but I have a hard time sleeping. It is the room, I 
know. I can't get the thoughts of the chains and leather 
cuffs out of my mind. And Brian only makes it worse, and 
especially the way he lays so close to me. His arm lays 
on top of my shoulder. I feel the course skin of his 
thigh rub against my own. I can't help but picture him 
taking advantage of my body as I stand naked and bound. 

Although exhausted and in need of sleep, images of the 
cuffs and chains flood my mind. When I close my eyes I 
start to visualize the cool feel of leather around my 
wrists, and when I open them again I am rewarded with the 
sight of one of the chains hanging from wall. I can't 
help but imagine myself bound, with my hands held high 
and Brian's hands upon my breasts. I imagine him feeling 
and manipulating my big tits, and then I experience the 
incredibly erotic image of being unable to stop him as he 
teases my nipples.

I think too about the whips hanging on the wall and the 
dildos sitting on the shelf. The whips worry me. I've 
never been into whips or pain as sexual stimulates, but 
the life-like dildos are another story.

As laughable and ludicrous as the situation has become, I 
can't help but wonder what it would feel like to 
experience one inside me. I feel as though I am in the 
equivalent of an ancient torture chamber - a sexual 
torture chamber.

Brian turns his body in the bed, pushing himself tighter 
up against me. His arm stretches across my back and his 
leg gently lays across half my rear. The touch reminds me 
again of my topless condition and nude behind. If someone 
would walk into the room and see me right now, they would 
think I was lying in bed wearing nothing at all.

Brian, I know, is already asleep, and it is no wonder! He 
does not feel the same sensations as I do because he has 
already gotten off twice today. He's had two orgasms 
while I have been left barren and dry. My body aches for 
the intrusion of a male cock and the sensation of my own 
orgasm.

Then I think about Brian and the chains. My mind returns 
again to its age-old fantasy of a naked man standing 
along side my bed, offering himself for my needs. I play 
and stroke on him like I usually do, but then I imagine 
what it would be like to shackle him. I picture Brian 
standing up along side the bed once again wearing an 
erection. I imagine him asking if I would care to take 
the pleasure of bounding him against the wall.

I know I can't, of course, especially with Jelick and 
Daniel sleeping in the adjoining bedrooms with their 
wives. In this male dominant society, I could never be 
caught with a bound male in my room. It would look very 
strange and awkward, and it would certainly endanger the 
mission. Still, though, there is nothing to stop me from 
fantasizing about it.

I have never bound a man, although the thought often 
entered my mind - especially on those rare occasions when 
I fucked a guy from above. I would often think about it 
as I bounced up and down, imagining him lying helpless 
below me, naked and tied. That is how I would take Brian, 
although I would not take him right away. He would first 
have to endure a relentless cock-tease. It would be so 
much fun to tease his cock to the brink of an orgasm and 
then leave him barren every time.

I fantasize myself doing it again and again until he 
pleads with me to finish him off. It would perhaps take 
an hour or even better two or three. In between time, 
while I left him bound and helpless, perhaps trying to 
hump into air in an attempt to get off, I would use the 
dildos. I would use the dildos on myself while Brian, of 
course, watched. This would only leave him wanting more. 
I know by the time I finally got around to fucking him, 
he would shoot after only a few strokes.

I turn over in an attempt to remove the thoughts from my 
mind. Not that I want to remove them, for they are very 
pleasant and they make me hot, but I know I will have to 
do something about them if I want to get any sleep.

But I forget about his arm. After I turn, I realize his 
arm still lays across me, but now it lays across my 
chest. The palm of his hand rests between my boobs.

Brian lets out a slight moan and I fear I may have 
awakened him, but he only turns slightly and stretches 
his arm out further. His palm now lies squarely in the 
center of my naked, exposed, and very vulnerable chest.

I suddenly find myself wanting Brian to tie me down and 
fuck me violently. I know it is wrong, but now the 
sensation floods my mind without remorse. With Brian's 
hand resting upon my chest, I can't help but think about 
what it would feel like to have him squeeze down and 
manipulate it.

He already has it positioned just right. My mound creates 
a natural orb for his open palm to form against. He holds 
my boob much like a young child would hold a teddy bear 
or a doll. It would be very easy for him to simply draw 
in his fingers and squeeze the milk out of my big tit. I 
want him to take advantage of me. I want him to do things 
to my body that have never been done before. He can start 
with my tits, and then I want him to do more with my 
pussy. I am so horny I can hardly stand it!

Brian does not take notice. I'm sure he remains asleep 
and unaware of the position of his hand. He does nothing 
to move it away or to go further. I desperately want him 
to give my tit a squeeze, but he does nothing while I 
continue to fantasize about his body and mine.

A few minutes later I begin to hear it. Moans originate 
from the other side of the door. I think it is from the 
room on our right, but it could equally come from the 
left. And then there is a sharp cry of ecstasy, I'm not 
sure from which way.

Brian wakes and draws his hand away. He sits up for a 
moment to listen. Then he looks at me.

I know the sound but ask anyway. "What do you think 
they're doing?"

Brian listens for a few seconds longer, and then he 
answers with a smile. "It sounds like they're fucking," 
He tells me directly, and then chuckles.

I chuckle too. "Sorry. I guess my question was kind-of 
stupid," I agree.

The grunts and moans quicken into a rhythm. I find myself 
picturing the woman lying down naked in the bed while the 
man fucks down on her from above. I can't help but 
picture Brian doing the same to me.

"Do you think the other rooms are like this one?" I have 
to ask. "I mean, do you think Jelick and Daniel have 
chains like this one? Do you think she is tied?"

I notice Brian take a hard swallow. "By the sound of it," 
He answers slowly. "I bet she is."

The moans get louder, and a minute later the grunts of a 
man join in. I easily picture them. I suspect the female 
is cuffed down to the bed while her man drills her from 
above. I can almost feel what the woman must be going 
through; the feel of a cock sliding in and out of her 
hole.

"They're really going at it," I say.

"Sure are," Brian agrees. "It sounds like you had quite 
an effect on them."

He confuses me for a moment. I don't know how I could 
have anything to do with what is going on in the next 
room, but then I look up to see where Brian's eyes are 
pointed. He looks at my chest, and I remember I am 
topless.

"Do you really think so?" I ask.

"I don't see why not," He continues looking.

The thought thrills me. As I listen to the lust sounding 
from the next room, I wonder if my big boobs may have 
fueled it. I begin to wonder if maybe the Longton man 
might even be imagining it is my body he is fucking 
instead of his wife's. The thought thrills me.

"I guess I should be a little more careful," I do nothing 
to cover myself. I allow Brian to look as I lay there, 
hoping it will fuel another erection.

"Yes, you should be," He agrees. "Those could be 
dangerous."

I look down at myself. Although my boobs look relatively 
flat now in the laying position, they continue to look 
large. I notice a hard nipple at the tip of each.

My thoughts are interrupted by a scream. "No! No!" I hear 
a female voice cry out in Longtonese. "No, not that! Oh 
my God, it's too big!"

I quickly get up and head for the door. "He's hurting 
her!" I worry. "Oh my God, she's being tortured!"

The first thing I think of is one of the giant dildos 
being plowed into the poor woman. My natural reaction is 
to go rescue her.

Brian stops me. He gets up, grabs me before I get to the 
door, and holds me in a hug. "It's their culture," He 
refuses to let me go. "We can't interfere."

"I don't give a shit about their culture!" I make a 
muffled yell into his chest. "I've got to help!"

I wrestle free but only make it two more steps. Brian 
stands in front of the door to block me.

"Not so loud," He speaks in a loud whisper, reminding me 
that I'm not supposed to speak English so loudly. "The 
natives might hear you."

"But they're hurting her!" I lower my voice and try to 
force my way past him. "This isn't right! I can't stand 
by and let this sort of thing happen."

Just as I finish, the female voice makes a drastic change 
in tone. Instead of fear, it turns to ecstasy.

"Oh God you're so big!" It cries out loudly, almost in a 
scream. "You're so big! You feel so big inside me!"

I am shocked. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The voice begins to pant at a 
much faster rhythm. It is obvious what they are doing. 
The couple in the next room are back to fucking.

"It sounds like they were only doing a little playing," 
Brian surmises. "If I'm not mistaken, I think they were 
playing a little sex game. It sounds as though the scream 
you heard was only part of the act."

The woman in the next room continues to pant and moan. So 
do I, mostly from my struggle with Brian but also from 
the ecstasy I feel within myself. As Brian holds me 
tight, I notice he is again hard.

"They certainly don't believe in being discrete about 
their sex lives!" I conclude the obvious.

"What did you expect?" Brian reaches up to one of the 
chains hanging from the wall. "Especially when they put 
their sex toys in plain view for everyone to see."

I reach up and take hold of the same chain just below the 
point where Brian holds it. I notice I stand directly 
under the place where two of the chains hang down.

"Good point," I confess. "I never thought about it that 
way."

The panting of the woman gets louder.

"It sounds like she's enjoying it," Brian says.

"It sure does," I agree as I allow my hand to slide down 
to the leather strap at the end of the chain. "Do you 
think she's got one of these around her wrist as he's 
doing it?"

"I'm sure she does," Brian tells me. "I bet she has 
straps around both her wrists, and I'm sure she has two 
more around her ankles too."

I imagine what the woman is going through as I feel the 
smooth leather between my fingers. I imagine her hands 
held high above and her legs splayed far apart. And then 
I imagine myself in the same position. I again fantasize 
Brian feeling my boobs as I stand helpless to stop him.

"I wonder what it would feel like," I whisper my thoughts 
out loud as I let go of the leather and hold my hand just 
below it.

"The cuffs?" He questions. "Or do you mean his cock?"

"Both!" I surprise even myself by saying it.

Brian lowers his hand. I watch it as it slowly moves down 
the chain one link at a time and then takes hold of the 
leather.

"There's one way to find out," He speaks with a 
noticeably higher state of excitement.

I watch as he wraps the leather around my wrist and then 
loops it back through a miniature buckle on top. And then 
I feel it tighten as he gently pulls it through. A hot 
wave of ecstasy travels through my body, focused between 
my legs. As I listen to the woman next door being fucked, 
I find myself wanting to be fucked myself.

"Are you sure?" Brian asks after he has one arm secure.

I nod my head. "Keep going."

"Do you mean the other chain?"

I nod my head again.

"Are you talking about the chain and being tied up?" He 
asks yet one more time as though to be absolutely sure.

I nod a third time and then add a quite, "yes, if you 
want to."

I can't believe what I'm doing! I have never felt this 
way before. It is as though something is in the air - 
like there is some sort of poison to cause my hormones to 
excite. I have never felt so horny in all my life.

Brian raises my opposite hand. I feel him take me by the 
fingers and lead me up to the chain hanging to my right.

"Just don't do anything weird," I tell him at the last 
minute, as I feel the leather strap being wrapped around 
my wrist. "No whips! And don't do anything that might 
hurt me."

"I won't," He promises. "Just tell me when you want me to 
stop."

I don't want him to stop, not now or ever. I want it more 
now than ever before. The sensation of the leather straps 
around my wrists only serves to increase my sexual 
arousal.

I find myself tied; tied topless in the Longton bedroom 
with my arms held high above me. My big boobs lay exposed 
and helpless. Brian remains free to do whatever he wants 
with them, and soon he does.

He kisses me first, and I kiss him back. It is a deep, 
passionate, long kiss. I feel his tongue and allow it 
inside. And at the same time, I feel one of his hands. He 
moves it down my arms, down to my shoulders, and finally 
down to my chest.

"I want your tits," He breaks away from the kiss to tell 
me. "You're tits are incredible. They've been driving me 
crazy ever since the first time I saw you in the lab."

He kisses me again, and as he kisses I feel him lower his 
hand. His fingers touch the top of my swelling mound, and 
a moment later they touch me at my fullest extent. I can 
clearly feel four fingers, each one independently, each 
taking a parallel path down across my substantial boobs. 
One of them grazes my nipple and I hear myself yelp out 
with delight.

"It sounds like you like that," Brian breaks away.

"Oh yes!" I discover I am breathing almost too hard to 
speak, panting with exertion, yet this is only the 
beginning.

I brace myself as his fingers reverse course. One of them 
soon touches my nipple again. I notice the knob is 
already hard, yet this is only the beginning.

"You like it when I touch your nipples." He brings his 
fingers down and brushes over it again. "It sounds like 
you have some very sensitive nipples."

"Oh yes!" I have to say, panting. "Oh! My nipples!"

"And so big too," He does it yet again. "Everything about 
your chest is big!"

Brian teases my nipple. First moving up-and-down and then 
changing to a back-and-forth motion, he rubs across my 
hard nipple with his finger. The more he teases, the 
harder and more sensitive my nipples become. I find he is 
an excellent nipple teaser.

A minute later the thrill increases further when he uses 
both hands.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian!" I pant as he moves his fingers all 
around my boobs, concentrating on the peaks.

"They are so firm for their size!" He tells me. "They are 
the biggest I've ever felt, and so firm too."

He keeps playing. First his fingers and then the rest of 
his hand, he drives me wild by playing them upon me. He 
soon encompasses a tit in the palm of each hand, and then 
he starts to squeeze them.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian! I cry out some more. "Oh, my tits."

My hormones start to go crazy. Perhaps it is the 
exhibitionism of the last 24 hours that makes me horny, 
or maybe it is the fucking still sounding from the next 
room. Most definitely I feel a large portion of my 
ecstasy emulates from the leather straps around my 
wrists. I am surprised by how thrilling it is to have my 
tits felt up and not being able to do anything to stop 
it.

"Oh Debbie, they are just so big!" Brian tells me in 
amazement as I feel hands lower to the underside of my 
boobs and attempt to push them up. "They even feel 
heavy."

He squeezes them again, and then he presses my tits 
against each other to give me artificial cleavage. This 
he seems to like, for he does it a few more times more, 
becoming more forceful with each iteration. Then he 
begins to massage and manipulate my mighty melons all 
around.

I watch Brian as he watches me. I notice his eyes lock on 
my chest the entire time, never looking up to my face, 
only at my boobs. It makes me feel as though my chest is 
the only part of me that really matters, and I find 
myself enjoying the feeling. I realize that I like being 
an exhibitionist. I find myself pleased with the erotic 
ecstasy it gives me. It is as though I am nothing more 
than a stripper in a strip joint, prancing around stage 
and shaking my tits all around.

I soon find myself wanting him to lower his hands and 
excite the rest of me, but Brian leaves me waiting for a 
long time. He seems addicted to my tits, unable to take 
his hands off them. He must lift them, squeeze them, and 
press them together. He moves them in every possible 
direction and in every possible way. I do not know how 
long his hands remain on my naked breasts. I just know 
that I love it, especially when he rubs against my hard, 
sensitive nipples. I love it even more when I think he 
still has much further to go.

I soon feel it. Suddenly, without warning, I notice my 
boobs are free. The hand of no man is upon them. Instead, 
I feel both his hands travel down my side, down to my 
thighs, down to the meager clothing that still covers my 
waist.

"Oh Brian!" I cry out in delight. "Please, not that! Not 
that too!"

Much to my delight, he does not obey me. Instead, I feel 
his fingers work the bow ties that hold up my panty.

"No Brian!" I can't help but cry out some more. "Please, 
not down there too!"

It falls to one side and then drops down. I first feel it 
rub down across the length of my leg, and now I feel my 
panty lay upon my feet.

"Oh God!" I cry out, realizing I now stand bare.

Even worse, I see Brian's eyes upon it. He no longer 
looks at my chest. I see his head is bowed too low. His 
eyes point too far down. Something else interests him 
more, and ecstasy fills me as I realize that "something 
else" is my pussy.

He steps back to look at me.

"Magnificent!" He says simply, and then continues to 
look.

I remain tied, unable to cover myself as I notice his 
eyes roam up and down my body. The light shines dimly in 
the room, but I'm sure plenty enough shines for him to 
see everything. It gives me an erotic sensation to know I 
remain helpless to prevent him from looking at whatever 
he wants.

"Magnificent!" He says again. "You have the sexiest body 
I have ever seen."

I feel myself blush with embarrassment. Despite my near-
topless condition of the last two days, I realize this is 
the first time he is able to see me fully in the nude. I 
want to thank him for the compliment, and do so by 
kicking the panty to the side and then spreading my legs 
just a little. I don't know why I do it; I just know that 
I want him to. As I watch him admire my pussy, I feel - 
in an amazingly erotic sort-of way - this tremendous 
desire to invite him inside.

"What about those?" Brian points to my delight. "Would 
you mind those too?" 

My heart skips a beat as I see him glance down to the 
ankle straps. I cannot answer out loud, so I simply nod 
my head to let him know my approval.

First my left ankle and then my right, he pulls them to 
the side and gently wraps the leather straps around. Even 
better, the chains extruding from the floor are short and 
a long distance away. He must pull my legs far to make 
them reach, spreading me open; increasing my 
vulnerability. It feels wonderful.

"Holy Fuck! If you only knew how hot you look!" Brian 
tells me as he backs away and takes a good look. "You 
look like a whore!"

The comment surprises me, but it also pleases me. I feel 
exactly like he says - like a whore, spread open and 
completely nude; my cunt laid exposed in its most 
vulnerable position.

I notice it pleases Brian too. He still wears the 
loincloth, and in front I see an obvious bulge. I want to 
see more, and then I want to feel him inside me.

He walks up to me like before to give me a deep, long 
kiss. This time, however, instead of moving his hand down 
to my tits he continues to move them down to my waist.

"Oh Brian!" I cry out the moment he breaks the kiss and 
with the knowledge of knowing where his hand is headed. 
"Oh Brian, please, not my pussy!"

We lock lips again as he takes advantage of my vulnerable 
position. His fingers rub my pussy lips and quickly move 
inside.

"You're so wet!" He breaks the kiss for only a minute to 
tell me.

I feel it too. I am wet with desire, desperate for him to 
take me. I am in need of a good fuck.

Brian returns to kissing, this time playing his tongue 
against mine. At the same time I feel his fingers 
descend, moving in deeper, first with one finger and then 
with two, descending into my body. Brian is an expert 
cunt-teaser, and my heightened state of arousal greatly 
helps his effort. I think he searches for my G-spot, but 
my whole cunt feels like one big G-spot.

I moan out with desire as soon as he moves away from my 
mouth and gives me a chance to speak.

"Oh Brian! Oh fuck!" I tell him. "You're driving me 
crazy!"

He moves his mouth away to kiss me further down my body. 
He licks me against the furthest protrusion of my boob, 
my nipple, still hard as a rock and now even more 
sensitive than before. Then he puckers up against it, 
kissing it, nursing on my big boob. I think the fingers 
inside my cunt increases the sensitivity of my nipples.

"Oh Brian! Oh fuck!" I want to scream out but have to 
force myself to say it quietly. I remember the couples in 
the rooms next to us and realize they must have finished. 
I no longer hear them going at it.

I find it difficult to keep from screaming as Brian 
nurses on one tit and then the other, and all the while 
giving me an exceptional finger fuck at the same time. I 
feel so aroused I think I might even get to experience an 
orgasm with just his fingers. I've never had an orgasm 
with just fingers before. It has always taken a cock or 
dildo.

Just as I think it can get no more erotic, it does.

"Yummy," Brian tells me. "Oh Debbie, I love the taste of 
your tits."

I see his head back away and move lower.

"You have delicious tits," He says as he continues to 
lower himself, eventually dropping down to his knees. "I 
hope the rest of you tastes just as good."

My heart skips a beat with the realization of what he 
wants.

"No! No!" I can't believe it. "Oh Brian, not that too!"

I know what he wants, and I realize I am in the perfect 
position to give it to him.

"Please Brian, no!" I tell him in a loud whisper. "I've 
never done that before!"

He does not seem to hear me. I pull my ankles against the 
leather cuffs and chains as I feel him do it.

"Oh my God!" I cry out at the sensation of his mouth and 
tongue against my open slit. He takes me. He gives me 
oral sex.

I quickly change my tone. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I say out 
loud. I've never had oral sex before. I have given it to 
a man, but I never had a man give it to me. It feels more 
wonderful than I ever imagined.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I tell him even more as he ravages my 
cunt. I conclude Brian is an expert when it comes to sex. 
I soon find myself approach orgasm.

"Oh Brian! I'm going to cum."

He doesn't let up. If anything, he seems to ravage my 
cunt even more. The feeling of his tongue sliding against 
my slit soon sends me into orgasm.

"Ahaaaaa," I feel it! A hot wave travels through my body, 
sending me into the ultimate state of arousal.

"Oh fuck! Oh! Oh fuck!" I must force myself to keep from 
crying out too loud as it continues. I am no longer on an 
alien planet. I am no longer anywhere. I feel only the 
orgasm and my open cunt.

"Oh yes! Oh God!"

It is a powerful orgasm, the most powerful I've felt in a 
long time. My pussy seems to pulsate with Brian's mouth 
still tightly bound to it. I've never had an orgasm with 
a man's mouth and tongue before. But then I've never had 
an orgasm while bound with straps and chains either. I 
think my helpless condition only serves to intensify the 
effect.

The panting and moaning from the next room begins almost 
as soon as Brian backs away.

"I think they must have stopped to listen," Brian tells 
me the same thing I am thinking. "But then you were 
making quite a bit of noise." He smiles and then laughs 
at me.

I feel so filthy, so much like a slut, knowing that 
someone else has listened to me experience an orgasm. I 
picture our hosts with their ears plastered tight up 
against the door on the other side. The sight only serves 
to arise me further.

"How about the smallest one?" I see Brian reach up to the 
shelf.

Even though I just had an orgasm, I realize it isn't over 
yet. In the dim light of the room I see him take the 
smallest of the dildos off the shelf.

"Please," I still pant with exertion. "It's so big! No, 
not that! It's too big for me!"

Immediately after I say the words, I realize I have 
repeated what I earlier heard from the next room. I 
wonder if any of our hosts have now heard me.

"But it's the smallest," He disputes. "It won't hurt 
you." 

I am not so sure. The thing is clearly bigger than a 
normal sized man. I think it must be a good 12 inches 
long, of which I figure 8-inches intend to fit inside. 
And it looks plenty wide too. I've used dildos on myself 
before. I have one hidden in the dresser drawer back in 
my apartment, but it is not nearly the size of this one.

"Oh Brian, please," I tell him "no" but don't really mean 
it. He seems to read my thoughts and takes a step closer 
with a big smile on his face, seeming to enjoy my 
helpless state. I once more notice the bulge pushing out 
his loincloth.

It certainly feels big! I don't realize how big until it 
is too late. I watch as he lowers it to my waist, and 
then I feel it as he presses it up against me. I've only 
used dildoes before in private. I never allowed a man to 
use one on me, and I certainly never allowed a man to use 
a dildo on me while I was chained up against the wall 
naked.

I feel the tip touch me, and then I feel it push into me. 
It feels as though it must be made out of some kind of 
rubber compound. Brian pushes the dildo up into my 
vulnerable, helpless cunt.

"Oh Brian!" I feel myself easily accept it. I think my 
pussy is extra-sensitive after the orgasm. I feel it 
quickly slip in all the way. 

"Tell me if it's too much," Brian speaks kindly.

"I'm okay," I gasp a reply.

It isn't too much, but it is a lot. It is certainly the 
biggest dildo I have ever experienced, and I think 
experiencing it in my helpless condition somehow makes it 
feel even bigger. I want to tell this to Brian but figure 
it better to keep quite about such things.

"How does it feel?" He questions when it is all the way 
inside.

"Full!" I tell him. It is the only thing I can think of 
to say.

"Then I have a question," He goes on. "Are you ready to 
be fucked by it?"

I nod my head. I certainly am ready. I am more ready than 
I have ever been in my life.

Brian starts. While I am still nodding my head, he starts 
to fuck me with the extra large dildo. He fucks me hard, 
and he fucks me long. I feel it going in-and-out again 
and again. He keeps fucking me over and over. I allow 
myself only the occasional moan in reply to his 
repetitive thrusting action, fearful of what the 
neighbors might hear, but not really knowing how 
successful I am. I try to keep quite, but I am in such a 
pleasurable state it is difficult to really know.

I do not know how long Brian fucks me with the dildo, but 
it is a lot longer than a man would have lasted inside 
me. That's the problem with the real thing. A man's cock 
seldom lasts long enough to satisfy me with an orgasm. 
The dildo fills me with bountiful pleasure.

A few minutes later my pleasure is interrupted by another 
scream of ecstasy from the bedroom next door. It sounds 
as if the woman just had her third orgasm! I usually have 
trouble having just one, so I can't imagine what it would 
feel like to have three! I just want to experience a 
second one of my own, and soon I feel it begin to 
develop.

But then Brian pulls it out.

"No! No!" I cry out with delirium. "Oh no! Don't stop. 
What are you doing?"

He backs away from me in order to look down at his 
loincloth. I see again the large bulge poking out of the 
front, and I immediately know I am about to see a lot 
more.

I can hardly wait, but he does it slowly. He draws out my 
ecstasy, increasing my arousal. I watch as he meekly 
unties the strings running around his waist and allows 
his last remnant of clothing to slip to the floor.

I am well rewarded with a live erection standing firm and 
erect before me. It looks to be bigger than before, 
although not as big as the dildo. It is difficult to tell 
in the dim light. Or perhaps it is just my heightened 
state of arousal. I am so horny that any man would look 
big to me.

"Fuck me!" I tell him like a whore to her owner. "Please 
Brian, fuck me with it! Fuck me! Make me your sex slave."

"No!" To my surprise, he refuses. "Not yet."

He turns to reward me with the sight of his bare ass. I 
like his ass, but I want his dick more.

"Why not?" I question. "Please Brian, I need it! Don't 
tease me like this."

I don't know his intensions until I see him reach up to 
put the dildo away. Then he reaches for the next size 
bigger.

"Oh no!" I cry out in sudden realization.

He touches the next bigger size in line, the number two 
dildo, and almost takes it. But then he puts that one 
back down too and picks up the one that is even bigger.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I cry out again. "No Brian! No! It's too 
big! I won't be able to take it all."

He turns back around to face me. "We'll just have to see 
about that," He says as he faces me with the bigger sized 
dildo and his bare dick.

"No Brian! No!" I say in genuine fright. "It's too big! 
I've never had anything so big before."

"Don't worry," He calms me. "You'll be able to take it 
just fine. I think your cunt hole is plenty wide."

I can't believe the filthy words he speaks.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I cry out again. "It's too big for me. My 
cunt hole is too narrow! It's too big for me."

He does not seem to hear my words. He just keeps on 
walking closer and lowers the dildo to my waist.

"Trust me," He whispers. "I won't do anything to hurt 
you."

He turns to bring it closer. I see it lower to my waist 
just like the first dildo, but this one appears larger. 
It looks to be about an inch longer and about an inch 
bigger in diameter. The increased thickness is what 
bothers me the most, and soon I feel it is as thick as it 
looks.

"Oh Brian!" I try the best I can to yell out.

The tip is positioned at my opening, and then he begins 
to ram it home.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Incredibly, I am able to take it. It feels tremendous, 
but I am able to accept the think. I think it is 
equivalent in size to a human male with a ten-inch 
pecker.

"Shit!" I cry out. "Oh damn!" I feel myself being split 
open, and it feels tremendous.

The tip of the dildo is bad enough, but then the length 
of the shaft starts to go in too!

"Oh fuck!" I cry. I can't believe what is happening.

Brian doesn't let up.

"See, I told you," He says as he pushes it in even 
further. "I told you that your twat would be able to 
accept it all."

"Oh fuck! Holy shit!" I moan and plead with him some more 
as he drives it the rest of the way home, but I no longer 
mean what I say. Instead, I want it. It is the biggest 
thing I have ever felt between my legs, and I want it 
all.

"And now Debbie," Brian whispers very gently into my ear 
after it is all the way inside. "It's time for me to 
force you into orgasm."

And with those words, he begins to fuck me with the huge 
thing. In-and-out, and then in-and-out, he forces it into 
me again and again. I find myself enjoying it immensely, 
better than any fuck I have ever experienced. I know the 
pleasure is derived from the size, but I know it is also 
because I am being forced. I am tied up and can do 
nothing to stop him from fucking me as much as he wants.

"Oh Brian! Oh Brian!" I cry out with passion. "I'm going 
to cum!"

"Not yet!" He suddenly pulls it out to leave me to 
whither.

I am left dry.

"No! No!" I plead with him to continue, humping open air, 
desperate for another orgasm. I vow never to tell him I 
am about to cum again.

"I will continue," He takes me by the tits now, squeezing 
one in each hand. "I'll promise you another orgasm, but 
only if you promise me something first."

"Anything! Anything!" I am desperate. "I'll do anything 
you want, just keep going. I was almost there."

"I will continue, but you must promise two things," He 
whispers into my ear, his hands still encompassed around 
my big tits.

"Yes! Yes!" I pant. "Anything. I'll do anything!"

"First, after I am done here," He pauses for effect. "You 
must blow me."

I look down to see he his wet. His stiff organ looks like 
it is entirely coated with pre-cum, coated in its own 
juices. I love it!

"Yes!" I whisper back. I'm not only willing to give him a 
blowjob, I want to. His cock looks delicious.

"And second," He is not done yet. "After we are all done 
hear and go back upstairs, I want you to wear the toga."

This takes me for a turn. I almost say yes, but then 
remember the toga and its consequences. I realize he 
wants to walk back upstairs and expose one of my tits to 
our hosts.

"Please!" I try to object. "Please, not that!"

One of his hands leaves my tits. A moment later I feel 
the tip of the dildo at the entrance to my wet cunt hole. 
My waist automatically lurches forward in an attempt to 
get it to impale me.

"But it will be so embarrassing," I try to reason with 
him. "I was hoping I might not have to wear the toga at 
all."

"Promise," He replies. "Or I will take care of myself."

His opposite hand leaves my remaining tit. I see it reach 
down and take hold of himself. The sight of his hand 
around his own cock gives me a thrill.

"Okay!" I answer without thinking.

Without hesitating, he plows the dildo back into me and 
fulfills my desire. It feels so good that I quickly 
forget what I have just promised.

It does not take him long after that. To make the 
experience even better, he moves his free hand back to my 
tits. I am amply rewarded with one hand playing a dildo 
into my cunt while the other plays its fingers upon my 
nipple. Only a few seconds after he starts up again, my 
body spasms into an even more intense orgasm than the 
first one.

*** 

"I think we slept a lot later than we were supposed to," 
Brian shakes me awake. "I hear them upstairs. We better 
go to join them."

It takes me a few seconds to wake, and then a few seconds 
more to remember the promise I made at the temptation of 
the dildo.

"I hope you don't seriously expect..." I start to voice 
my objection but then stop at the sight of the toga in 
Brian's hand.

"What was that you wanted to ask?" He questions.

"Never mind!" I don't bother to finish. I know what his 
answer will be.

I feel so dirty and so used. I can't believe what I have 
just done and what I am about to do. First I allowed a 
man to bound and rape me into a double orgasm, and then I 
greedily gave him a blowjob. I feel like a complete slut, 
and it isn't over yet.

The toga looks a lot more revealing than before. In the 
desert it was dark and there was only Brian. Now he wants 
me to expose myself to two strangers in broad daylight.

"Please," I beg him one last time after I put it on. 
"Won't you reconsider?"

"It's for your own good," He gives me a kiss on the lips. 
"Eventually, you will have to wear the toga anyway, so 
you might as well do it now when there are only two men 
instead of a whole village."

He takes me by the arm.

"Now lets go upstairs," He consoles. "You're going to be 
perfectly all right."

I reluctantly trail behind with my hand in his. Out the 
door and up the steps we go, one step at a time, slowly 
towards daylight and the sight of the two men. Along the 
way I take a glance down to see my right tit lie bare. 
The big thing swells out in a rude display. I feel like 
an absolute slut.

"Please don't make me do this," I whisper in one last 
desperate plea that I already know won't help.

"It will be good for you," He only tells me from the top 
of the stares. "It will be like back on the ship all over 
again. You might as well get it over with."

"You much tired?" I hear Jelick question as soon as Brian 
steps through the doorway.

"Yes, much tired," I hear Brian agree from only a step 
ahead of me. "Long time from bed sleep. Ground yesterday. 
Sleep good. Sleep late."

I pause at the entrance.

"And Debbie?" I hear Jelick question.

"Debbie here," Brian pulls, pulling me into the room.

I see them.

And I know they see me.

"Yes!" The eyes of both men look upon me.

"Debbie decide toga for thank," Brian tells them.

"Yes!" The two men sigh and stare.

"Good look," Jelick gets up to look at me.

"Yes, yes! Good look!" Daniel immediately follows. "So 
big size."

I am mortified. The men fail to express any 
indecisiveness. They look right at me. I am more 
embarrassed than I have ever been in my life, and then it 
gets worse.

To my horror, as I stand half-topless before them, they 
get up from the chairs to take a closer look! They walk 
towards me and stare!

"Much milk!" Jelick looks from one side of my naked tit.

"Yes, much milk," Daniel agrees from the opposite side.

They even bend forward to take a closer look! First 
Daniel and than Jelick. I feel their hot breaths against 
my sensitive nipple. The men get up to look at me as 
though it is perfectly natural for a man to do. I don't 
know what else to do except remain frozen and allow them 
to look as though I am nothing more than a side of beef.

"Me hear Debbie and Brian," Jelick smiles mostly at me 
and then turns to Brian. "Me hear much. Me think Debbie 
tied."

I blush with embarrassment. They heard! They know. They 
suspect I have been tied up and fucked. It makes me even 
more humiliated.

"Yes," Brian confirms their suspicions. "She tied well," 
He smiles at me. "Fun!"

Jelick looks at me and smiles. I notice he looks mostly 
at my tit, and he has a great deal to look at.

"Yes, Debbie look fun! Use chains on," Daniel agrees too. 
"Yes, look fun, very fun!"

I think about how much I heard from their wives, and then 
I think about how much they must have heard from me. I 
want to cover up and run away in shame, but I know I 
cannot. I must simply bear it, allow the men to admire my 
body, let them picture me tied and fucked.

"Brian use canto too?" Jelick inquires of Brian, still 
starring at my tit.

Brian doesn't understand. He looks at me for a 
translation, but I don't understand either. "Canto?" He 
asks.

"Yes, Canto," He turns to me and demonstrates. Jelick 
forms his hand around an invisible object and then 
pretends to jab it up and down between my legs. "Brian 
Canto Debbie?"

I immediately know. So does Brian. "Canto" is the 
Longtonese word for dildo. He is asking if I got to 
experience a dildo between my legs. Worse yet, he is 
asking me; not Brian. He apparently asks me because he 
knows I speak the language better.

I take a hard swallow. "Um, yes," I am forced to admit 
that Brian used a dildo on me.

"You like?" The torture goes on.

I don't know what to say except to tell him the truth. 
"Yes," I must fight the humiliation. "Much like!"

I am not sure why I add this last part, but it is the 
truth.

Thankfully, this doesn't seem to bother the men. Jelick 
gives up his line of questioning and turns his eyes away. 
Daniel takes a few seconds longer.

"Me thank for sleep place," Brian tells them. "Now must 
leave. Go Nabo."

"Eat first," Jelick brings a plate from the kitchen that 
I am sure his wife-slave prepared. Looking around, I 
noticed the wives are nowhere about. I figure the men 
made them go out to work in the fields already.

I want to leave. I desperately want to run out of the 
cabin and get as far away from the place as possible, but 
Jelick and Daniel insist we eat and Brian does not 
object. I have no opinion in the matter.

We do not eat much, but then I do not expect much. The 
primary meal in the Longton culture is always at night. 
For lunch, they only offer us water with some meat, 
bread, and a little cheese. It is the equivalent of half 
a sandwich. I sit at the table and devour mine.

"Look good taste," Jelick speaks after he takes a bite.

I first think he speaks of the sandwich, but then realize 
he instead refers to my boob. "Yes, give much milk," 
Daniel agrees. "Good for milk! Glass milk each!"

Their repeated mention of milk in connection to my boobs 
gives me a disturbing thought. I realize the Longtons do 
not keep many domesticated animals. They do not have 
anything to take the place of a cow on Earth, and then I 
remember the cheese that I just ate. I shudder at the 
thought and try to erase it from my mind.
	
***
 
We soon finish lunch and leave Jelick and Daniel to walk 
the rest of the way to the village of Nabo, but not 
before the two men take many more glances at my bare tit. 
They look at my chest every few seconds as though they 
can't get enough of it. I have no choice but to endure 
it.

In the end, Brian leaves our hosts with a small token of 
our appreciation. It is a piece of turquoise for each, 
relatively easy to manufacture on a star ship but 
considered very valuable and used as currency to the 
Longtons. Brian carries several such pieces inside his 
backpack to partially make friends and partially to 
demonstrate his wealthy status.

"One item more," Brian pauses just before we start to 
walk away. "Brian saw light drop from sky. Brian saw five 
days past and follow path. Wise man say good luck bring."

Jelick's eyes light up. "Yes! Not see Jelick," He points 
to himself. "But others tell Jelick see!"

"Can Jelick tell who?"

He gives us the name of two men in the village, which I 
quickly commit to memory. I figured a few women probably 
saw it too, and I will question them later. The men 
wouldn't include them as reliable witnesses on this 
planet.

	To be continued...

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