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Story title : Mission to a New World - Part 5

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Mission to a New World - 5 (Mdom/F, size, bond, sci-fi) 
by JackBro (jackbro_99@yahoo.com)

***

Chapter 5: Nabo

***

We come to another large river about a mile down the 
path. It is not as wide but deeper than the first. I 
change back into the bikini to cross.

We carefully carry our backpacks above our heads to keep 
them dry. The refreshing water reaches almost up to my 
chest. The village of Nabo, I know, is only a short 
distance up stream. The river serves as its life-giving 
source.

Our first indication of a settlement is smoke rising 
through a break in the trees. A minute later we notice a 
well-hidden Longton home standing almost next to us, 
built into the side of the hill and looking a lot like 
Jelick's and Daniel's. I can't help but wonder if it has 
a similar bedroom.

"Hello," Brian cries out to a young man walking on a 
perpendicular path to our own, carrying two baskets slung 
over his shoulders, each hanging at one end of a long 
pole. "Me look Nabo."

"Me Nabo!" The young man pads himself on the chest. He 
answers with so much excitement that water spills from 
the buckets. Then he races through to trees to meet us, 
the pails banging against trunks as he haphazardly tries 
to balance them in opposition to his quick steps. 

He jumps onto our path and approaches us with no obvious 
fear or hesitance at the sight of strangers. I am 
reminded once again that the Longtons are a friendly, 
carefree people with a natural trust of everyone. He 
looks to be a young man, perhaps 15 years of age. I also 
notice he looks right at me. I distinctly notice his eyes 
point directly at my chest with no noticeable discretion. 
My natural reaction is to cover myself and criticize the 
boy for being so rude, but I quickly remember the 
culture.

"Me Brian," Brian introduces himself. "Servant Debbie," 
He points to me.

"Me Gregoros," He says his own name. "This Nabo. Follow! 
Follow!"

He finally pulls his attention away from my boobs and 
leads us towards the source of the smoke. We do not have 
far to go. I notice my bikini bottom remains damp from 
crossing the river only a few minutes earlier, despite 
the hot temperature.

"Visitors! Visitors!" He cries out.

A dozen Longtonese seem to appear out of nowhere, walking 
out of the many cleverly disguised houses nestled into 
the hillside. Doors open out of what first looks to be 
raw earth. A dozen and then a dozen more Longtons 
curiously walk out of the relative cool of their houses 
to check out the curiosity.

"Welcome! Welcome!" They speak almost all at once, joyous 
at our arrival. One of them grabs my arm. I feel a child 
around my leg. They push and pull us along, leading us to 
the center of the village. I see dense, white smoke 
emulating from a pile of green leaves. It stands in a 
clearing, the only spot in the village not in shade. 
Direct sunlight illuminates the column of white smoke 
like a beacon.

We approach the clearing, but do not enter. Wooden 
benches surround it. So do tables. I recognize it as the 
main gathering area of the village, a meeting place 
common to all villages. The smoke, I figure, is for some 
sort of communal feast. It looks as though we stumbled 
into some sort of festival.

The Longtons surround us. Some are old. Most are young. I 
struggle to understand the multitude of voices.

"What village from?" Several ask.

"Where travel to?"

"Where travel from?"

They ask question after question. I feel as though we are 
the first strangers they have met in years, although I 
know this cannot be true. Many Longtons go on long 
quests. From our hidden microphones, we know a village 
typically receives about five visitors per year.

"Stop! Stop!" Brian waves his hand. "We far land from. 
Speak not well. Must stop. Speak slow."

They slow down and ask us similar questions as Jelick and 
Daniel. Brian answers by himself at first. I later help 
after giving him a gentle nudge to remind him to 
introduce me. As we continue, I notice an increased 
number of questions directed at me as they realize my 
greater comprehension of their language.

The Longtons are a talkative, inquisitive people who 
appear genuinely interested to know where we come from 
and to hear stories about our travels. Many times they 
become so excited they cannot keep quite. Several talk at 
once, and many do not bother to wait for an answer from 
another because they ask a question themselves. They turn 
especially interested when they discover we have traveled 
an uncommonly long distance.

More and more villagers join us. I noticed most of the 
later arrivals are young men, which is easy for me to 
notice due to the way they look at me. I find myself soon 
faced with at least a dozen interested young men to look 
upon my bikini-clad body. Like the others, they are not 
shy about looking. It feels humiliating, but there is 
also a thrill about it. The more they look, the more they 
silently compliment. I can't help but feel as though I am 
a performer up on stage in a strip joint.

I also see women, but they remain in the background. Most 
are dressed in bikinis like me. A few wear the more 
revealing vertical swimsuits. I can tell Brian wants to 
take in interest in them, but he is concentrated so much 
on the language he does not have time to take notice. 
None of the women, I see, looks quite as big as me - Not 
quite as big, that is, in the boob department. They all 
appear to be closer to the A or B cup variety, which 
tells me why the men look at me so. It appears as though 
it has been some time since these men had the opportunity 
to see a pair of double-Ds.

I soon find myself almost forgetting about my meager 
clothing. The men seem to grow accustomed to my sight, 
and I suppose I also start to grow accustomed to their 
eyes upon me. I begin to relax and feel more comfortable 
- until I discover the reason for the smoke rising out of 
the clearing.

"It be feast!" One of the Longtons tells us.

"We trap," A group of proud men tell us. "Two days ago. 
Catch orghintal. Very good eat."

An orghintal resembles a deer and is supposedly very good 
eating. I am anxious to try it, but I have trouble 
thinking about food. 'Feast' keeps playing in my ears. 
'Tonight is a feast!' The village of Nabo will have a 
feast and a celebration, and the Longtons always dress up 
for feasts and calibrations, especially the women. I 
realize I will have to change into my most formal attire, 
which is the toga. I quickly comprehend I will soon be 
showing all these men my bare tit and nipple.

***
 
"Not so soon!" I complain to Brian as soon as we get away 
and are alone again. "I never expected to wear the toga 
so soon! I want more time to get used to the bikini."

"You don't have a choice," He attempts to calm me with 
little success. "It's probably a good thing I made you 
wear it in front of Jelick and Daniel. At least they gave 
you some time to get used to it."

"But this is different!" I try to explain. "Jelick and 
Daniel were just two men. There's going to be at least 
ten times that many tonight!"

Brian shakes his head. "But you don't have a choice. Our 
only other option is to sneak out of here. Is that what 
you want?"

I do not need to give him an answer. He already knows. I 
cannot jeopardize the mission.

"You'll be fine," He attempts to reassure me with a quick 
hug. "And if you're good, maybe afterwards I can give you 
a reward."

I follow his eyes as they take a look around the room.

"Oh my!" I gasp.

I hardly noticed it before. My mind was too concerned 
about the toga to give it much thought, but now my eyes 
have grown accustomed to the dim light of the guest 
cabin. We stand just inside the bedroom at the bottom of 
the stairs.

"Oh my!" I say again as I realize we are in a similar 
bedroom as Jelick's and Daniel's. Chains hang from the 
wall. More chains lay at each corner of the bed. A row of 
various sized dildos sit on a shelf - all of the large 
variety. Pleasant to my surprise, the room is furnished 
in a similar fashion. The only additional piece of 
furniture is a large, X-shaped contraption in the corner 
of the room. Four leather buckles lay at the furthest 
protrusions of the X. I have little trouble guessing what 
they are supposed to be used for.

"You like?" Brian asks simply.

"Yes," I swallow hard. "I like very much."

I notice a great big smile forms on his lips, telling me 
he looks forward to tying me up and teasing me into 
multiple orgasms. I look forward to it too.

"It appears as though all Longton bedrooms are like 
this," He walks over to the X-shaped contraption to take 
a closer look. "Or maybe it's only the guest houses. I'll 
have to check into it later."

He feels one of the leather straps as though testing its 
bonds. It makes me think of a woman's wrist inside it, 
and then I can't help but wonder what it will feel like 
to be secured myself. My arms will be pulled high above 
me. My legs will be stretched a great distance apart. At 
the same time, I know, I will be naked. Maybe not at 
first, but soon after Brian shackles me down he will be 
sure to remove my bikini top and then untie my bottom. I 
can't wait to feel one of the dildos again.

"It's just that none of the other expeditions ever 
mentioned it," He interrupts my brief fantasy. "I can't 
figure it out! Maybe they were too embarrassed to report 
it, or maybe they encountered a different sect that 
didn't practice such exotic forms of sex."

I wonder myself. I cannot take my eyes off the X-shaped 
contraption and its leather bonds. I step up to take a 
closer look. I feel the leather bonds after Brian is 
done. The touch exhilarates my senses. I realize I will 
soon get to test it out for myself, first hand.

Our Longton hosts showed us the cabin after an extensive 
question and answer session, where they asked the 
questions and we provided the answers. I don't know how 
long we talked or how many questions we answered, but I 
think it lasted for nearly an hour. Finally, one of the 
leaders spoke up and suggested everyone get ready for the 
feast.

"Food done cook," He told us. "Good feast. Talk later."

He separated us from the others and showed us to the 
guest cabin. Every Longton village has a guest cabin. 
Smaller than the others and with only a single bedroom, 
Longtons will courteously construct a cabin for the 
occasional visitor before they even finish the permanent 
homes for themselves.

"You make ready for feast," He told us as he opened the 
door for Brian but did not bother with me. "Must change 
cloths. Wear festival cloths."

He looked curiously at my chest as he spoke, instantly 
washing away my last remnant of hope. I briefly hoped the 
feast might be a non-formal, family-type get together 
were we would all wear normal clothing - or at least 
normal by Longton standards. But his final words and the 
way he looked at me said otherwise. I instinctively knew 
what was on his mind. Brian took me downstairs, but I 
don't think I even realized where we were going. My mind 
still reeled with his words. My thoughts only 
concentrated on a picture of myself in the toga. I didn't 
even see the sex toys upon first entering. I only came 
back to reality after Brian pointed them out.

***

"There's no time for that now," Brian pulls my hand away 
from the strap. "You better get ready. He said the food 
was done, and I'm sure they won't start without their 
visitors."

The leather strap of the X-shaped contraption is an 
interesting diversion, but Brian quickly pulls my mind 
away from exotic thoughts of intercourse and back to the 
humiliating experience of exposure.

"This is going to be very difficult," I turn to him.

He hopelessly tries to console me. "Just try not to think 
about it. You did fine with Jelick and Daniel. This won't 
be much different."

"But you don't get it," I try to make him understand. 
"It's impossible not to think about it! Don't you notice 
the way they all stare at my chest?"

He nods his head.

"How do you expect me not to think about it when they 
constantly remind me?" I try to explain. "Jelick and 
Daniel gave me a short break once in a while. But now, as 
soon as I go out there, I know there's constantly going 
to be an eye on my bare tit the entire time."

He considers this. I think I am getting through to him.

"It's the young men especially," I explain further. "They 
don't look at my face. When they talk to me, I see them 
look right at my chest. I already noticed it with the 
bikini. I can't imagine what it will be like with one of 
these big things exposed."

I look down upon my own naked chest. I've already taken 
off the bikini. My boobs look bigger than ever.

"But what other choice do you have?" He questions simply.

I no longer think I am getting through to him - or maybe 
I am. His words do nothing to console me, but I realize 
they are truthful. I really don't have any other choice 
in the matter. We must either abandon the mission or I 
must show them my boob.

Brian holds the toga but does not hand it to me. Instead, 
he only looks. He looks at my bare chest, but I don't 
mind.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I guess I'm just feeling sorry 
for myself, but it is still going to be very difficult!"

"I know!" He agrees. "But you volunteered for this 
mission. You knew what you were getting into. Now it's 
time to earn your pay."

I turn around to take off my panty and put on the meager 
toga.

***
 
My only comfort is that night approaches. The incessant 
Longton sun has disappeared from sight. I hold Brian back 
and prevent him from joining our hosts until the shadows 
disappear and dusk protects me.

But finally we must leave. A crowd already gathers 
outside. They want to ask us more questions. And, I know, 
the young men are anxious to see what I will look like in 
a toga.

I already see other women in togas. I sneak peaks at them 
through the corner window and the crack in the door. Six 
bare boobs casually mull around the trees outside our 
guest cabin. I can't help but notice the largest among 
them has only half my fullness.

I also see men; tall, young, sparsely clad men with well-
muscled bodies waiting for me outside. If not for their 
connected eyebrows and flat noses, they might even look 
handsome. I can't help but imagine what they hide under 
their loincloths. It remains light enough outside to see 
them, just as it will be light enough for them to see me.

"We better go," Brian urges. "They probably wonder what 
is taking us so long."

He is right, I know. I cannot hold back the inevitable 
any longer.

"Are you all right to go out?" He questions.

I nod my head. "Might as well get it over with!"

"Try not to think about what you are wearing," He 
attempts to advise me with no success. "Concentrate on 
their words. I'm going to need lots of help in trying to 
understand all they say. Their words should hopefully 
take your attention away from their eyes."

I nod my head again.

"And just remember it will get better," He takes hold of 
the wooden door handle. "The beginning will be the worse, 
and then you will gradually get accustomed to it. You'll 
do fine!"

He opens the door and exposes me to a dozen hungry eyes.

"They ready!" Someone shouts.

"Feast begin!"

"Brian! Debbie ready!"

They almost run towards us.

Someone takes my right arm. Another takes my left. The 
grips of two young children, no more than ten years old, 
pull me along. More children hold Brian's arms. They lead 
us towards the center of the village and the smoking 
embers of the fire.

I feel the eyes attack me as soon as we step outside.

"I like!" I notice one of them speak.

"Wow!" I hear another.

They refuse to hold back. I think I blush red with 
embarrassment. About ten pairs of eyes are suddenly upon 
me.

Luckily, the pull of the children quickly relieves my 
humiliation. They pull us quickly, away from the others, 
leaving the men lusting in the rear. For a few seconds I 
am left alone.

But then I see the roaring fire up ahead. The center of 
the camp no longer contains a smoldering, smoking pit of 
leaf-covered goodies. Someone has removed the leaves and 
food to replace them with timber. The fire roars 
furiously. I think only of its bright light for all to 
see me by.

The children make it worse because they hold my arms - 
but perhaps that is a good thing. They prevent me from 
running away or trying to cover myself as the villagers 
stand up from the fallen logs to greet us.

"Not fast!" Brian tells the children. "Slow. More time 
eat time."

I am thankful for Brian's words. The children almost have 
us running towards the fire, and I certainly don't want 
to run. Thankfully, they listen to Brian's words and slow 
to a walk.

"Visitor Brian," The leader of the village steps to the 
front. "And lovely Servant Debbie."

His eyes grind into my exposed chest. I feel them 
clearly, along with every other male in the village, and 
it makes me feel very uncomfortable.

He bows, and I am forced to take a bow in reply - just 
like I had to do with Daniel and Jelick earlier in the 
day. The eyes continue to pierce me.

"Yes, lovely," He sighs in response, making me feel even 
more uncomfortable. "Welcome Visitors. Nabo feast. Guest 
honor, you be. Come."

The children leave us. The leader motions to an empty log 
for us to sit down upon. The furnishings are not fancy, 
but then I don't expect much. I feel as though I am back 
on a Girl Scout campout - except for the exposed breast.

"You guest," A heavy clay plate full of food is handed to 
each of us by a cute young lady similarly dressed in a 
toga just like me. I realize she must still be young, 
only perhaps 16 years old by Earth standards. I can tell 
her age by the firmness of her boob: good size yet still 
firm and pert.

And then I think of my own boob and what these men can 
all tell about me. 'Do they know I've never bore 
children?' I question to myself. 'Can they tell my nipple 
has never been suckled?' 

"Eat! Taste!" I hear. The words divert my thoughts back 
to the plate I hold in my hands.

"Good!" Brian says. "Good! Good! Taste Debbie! Good."

The food on my plate looks delicious. It even smells 
good. I don't know the name of most of the items, but 
after spending the last 24 hours eating cold sandwiches 
it makes my mouth water.

It really does taste good; even delicious. I especially 
enjoy the meat of the orghingtal. It is spicy and tastes 
like a wild beast. Even the vegetables and bread are 
delicious. I savor food with a spicy, wild, and even a 
bit of a smoky taste to it. It reminds me of the 
barbeques my father used to cook. It is so good it makes 
me momentarily forget about the clothing I wear.

The others start to eat immediately after us. The 
Longtons first fill everyone's plate, dividing the food 
in equal proportions between the adults and then smaller 
proportions to the children. Only after everyone has a 
plate full of food do they start to eat.

The Longtons look as though they haven't eaten in days. 
They attack their plates like wild beasts. No one speaks. 
They only eat. Silverware isn't used; only fingers. 
Eating utensils haven't yet been invented on Longton. We 
drink a type of iced tea from heavy clay cups.

"Good!" Brian speaks after he is done. "Could eat more."

I give him a poke with my elbow. He has made a mistake. I 
would like to eat more too, but I know there will be no 
more. My research has taught me that Longtons equally 
divide food amongst the villagers and then save the rest. 
No one goes back for seconds. No one person is given 
priority or provided with extra helpings. I realize that 
may be why no one is fat, and it is probably why all the 
men have such gorgeous hunk bodies.

Luckily, no one seems to have heard Brian's disrespectful 
remark - or else they don't want to admit they heard it. 
I must remember to explain his mistake to him later.

I finish soon after, and when I look up I see others 
finished too. Even our host, sitting to my right and on 
the side of my exposed tit, looks right at it. "Best meal 
any village over many travel days," I pay a compliment to 
break his stare.

His face beams with a wide smile, and then he repeats my 
words to others down the line.

"Debbie much kind," He thanks me for my compliment and 
then returns with one of his own. "Debbie kind. Like you 
much. Much like big milk holders."

His words shock me. I am taken aback, not quite sure how 
to respond. I know he means it as a compliment, but I am 
not accustomed to a man coming right out and telling me 
that I have big boobs.

"Thank you," I meekly reply after a long delay, feeling 
more confused than embarrassed.

"Yes, thank you," Brian adds. "Find Debbie on quest."

"Ah!" Our host exclaims as though blessed with a sudden 
realization. "That why Debbie speak better!"

"Yes," Brian tells him. "Me further. She closer from."

"Ah!" Our host nods again. "Much explains."

He passes on the story to others, who also nod their 
heads. It appears as though my superior language ability 
has been the source of a great deal of curiosity amongst 
the villagers.

"You much blessed Debbie travel with," One of the Longton 
men speaks to Brian. "She much cost?"

Brian nodes his head and proceeds to tell the Longtons 
our cover story. He tells them about his village and 
their great luck in discovering a cave near the village 
with many precious stones. He produces a handful of 
sapphires from his pocket to prove the story. The 
Longtons gasp in awe at the sight.

"Brian quest good fortune," He tells them. "Not give, but 
spend. Not fair one much; others little."

The Longtons like this even more. Many murmur in 
agreement. I am not sure if Brian realizes it, but he has 
just been elevated in status to the equivalent of a holy 
man or a priest. For just as Longtons equally divide the 
feast between everyone in the village, they also believe 
in sharing good fortune and wealth. It is one of their 
fundamental beliefs, and it is one of the things I have 
always admired about them in my research.

Curiously, however, they do not believe in dividing 
wealth between villages. Dividing it between members 
within a village is expected, but not between one village 
and the next. Instead, charity between villages must be 
earned. They believe it the moral duty of a wealthy 
village to use their status to essentially help bring 
good fortune to others. One of the ways of doing this is 
to select a representative to go out on a quest to tell 
stories, spread news, and to generally spend his wealth. 
In Brian's case, they believe he is the representative. I 
can tell our cover story has worked brilliantly by the 
pleasant expressions on their faces.

"Journey near done," Brian attempts to explain with 
difficulty. "Little left. Need turn back. Too far home 
away. Speak too hard, but nine days past..."

He pauses and turns it over to me to finish. "Brian try 
say," I interpret in what I hope is better Longtonese 
than what he speaks. "Time return home gone past. Further 
get from home, tell stories Brian harder. Brian and 
Debbie start return home, but nine days past see star 
fall. Brian decide go more. Brian duty. Brian quest if 
star fall bad or good omen."

The eyes of the Longtons light up. "Yes! We see too!" 
Someone speaks to our left.

"Nine days past!" One of the younger Longtons agrees. 
"Near here. Me see!"

Now I think our eyes light up too.

"You see your eye?"

"Me see mine own eyes!" The young Longton confirms. "Big 
rock!" He demonstrates the size of the rock with his 
hands. "Big sound! Much fire! One of four that way," He 
points.

I know "one of four" means one quarter of a days walk 
from here. We are close. We have arrived at the right 
place. I look at Brian as he looks back at me. I know we 
both think the same thought: Our mission should be easy.

"Me like see," Brian tells them. "Me like see much see!"

"Yes," I add. "Must see to tell story others. Must know 
if fall star good or bad omen." "Bad, me think," The 
young Longton gives his opinion. "Big sound! Much fire! 
Be bad."

"Me like see," Brian reiterates. 

"Yes," I add again. "We walk nine days. Much like see. 
Then we turn home. Debbie miss home much."

They debate the request, talking amongst themselves, 
almost whispering. I hear some of it, but most of what 
they say is either too quite or too fast for me to 
understand. But finally, in the end, they agree.

"Me take Brian to star fall," The young Longton tells us. 
"In two days future, me take."

I would have preferred to go first thing in the morning, 
but I also know that we must not be pushy. I look at 
Brian and Brian looks back at me. We give our agreement.

"Now more story!" Our Longton host changes the subject. 
"Tell story about your travel. Both tell."

***
 
I soon forget about my near-nudity. Brian does a fair job 
at telling well rehearsed fictitious stories about the 
villages and people we have met during the last three 
months of our journeys. I make up additional detail as he 
goes along. The Longtons all gather around us as we 
speak.

I soon find myself concentrated so much on making things 
up that I forget about my near topless condition. 
Similarly, I think the Longtons also forget when they 
become interested in our stories. They gather around us, 
sitting in a semi-circle, the fire blazing behind them. 
It is just like Brian predicted.

I soon find myself the center of attention, and it is not 
just because of my clothing. They appear to genuinely 
enjoy our stories, and they look mostly to me to tell 
them. We are like entertainers who arrive at the village 
to put on a performance - and in a strange way, I suppose 
we do, for most of what we tell them is fiction.

One young man seems to take particular interest in me - 
and I in him. His name, I learn, is Keviniski. He is a 
young man, probably no more than 20 Earth-years old, and 
has lived in Nabo for all his life. I notice mostly the 
build of his body, for he is well built; built as solid 
as a house. The guy must be about 6-foot-2, big even by 
Longton standards. What stands out most is his bulging 
muscles that appear to swell out from all over. He could 
be the star linebacker for a football team, and he looks 
especially inviting in his shirtless and almost pants-
less condition, wearing only the meager loincloth. I 
can't help but want to see what he has to offer 
underneath. I also want to experience it. 'He must be 
big,' I think to myself, given the size of the rest of 
him. I find myself wanting to feel him inside.

I think Keviniski somehow knows I am attracted to him, 
for he gets up and sits closer to me. I remain on the log 
while he sits on the ground directly at my feet. My 
ecstasy grows. I used to fantasize about men like this. I 
would imagine myself trying to attract him with a tight 
fitting T-shirt or maybe a low cut blouse. And here I am 
wearing even less.

"Tell me Debbie about," He looks right at me while 
speaking to Brian. "How find her.

"Debbie live village Sado," Brian answers. "Much lovely 
and good servant too! Brian like her quick."

"Debbie father leader of village," I add with some 
difficulty. "Brian like me. Father like Brian. And Debbie 
like to join quest. Like see things. Like learn things. 
Like talk many people."

"How old Debbie?" He questions.

"Twenty-seven," I lie to him a little. I am actually 34, 
but that is in Earth-years. On Longton I am 27.

"Me like milk holders," He then tells me.

"Me too! Me too!" Others agree.

There it is again! The Longtons talk about milk in 
relation to my boobs. Keviniski speaks of the large 
quantities of milk my boobs are sure to produce. He is 
probably right, I know, but the way he says it makes me 
worry.

"But must ask," Keviniski goes on. "Why Debbie never 
nursed? Why Debbie dry?"

I immediately understand his question. He makes it 
obvious by looking right at it; he looks right at my bare 
tit. I feel his eyes almost drill into my nipple. 
Somehow, he can tell I have never bore children and my 
boobs have never produced milk. I am not sure how he 
knows, but perhaps it is the same way I knew the girl we 
met earlier was young by her pert breasts. I figure it 
has something to do with my nearly flat nipple and firm 
tits.

Brian's nudge brings me out of my state of shock. "Not 
understand," He whispers.

He makes it even worse. Not only am I embarrassed, but I 
must now explain it to Brian as well.

"What he's trying to say," I whisper to him in English. 
"He questions why I've never had a child. He somehow 
knows my breasts have never produced milk for a child."

Brian sits up in shock. "How know that?"

I can only shrug my shoulders.

"Me understand now!" Brian quickly regains his composure. 
"Debbie no baby. Know not why. Me try many times. Much 
hard try, but no baby."

He smiles at me as he says the "much hard try" part. I 
notice others smile too. I think I turn red with 
embarrassment.

"Maybe me try!" Keviniski states to my astonishment. "Me 
try very hard too! Maybe many try!"

He turns to the other men. They all nod in agreement.

Now I know for certain that I turn red. I feel 
embarrassed. I feel humiliated - completely. The handsome 
man sitting at my feet, the male Longton who I have just 
tried to picture naked has offered to fuck me. He has 
offered to impregnate my womb with his sperm. And not 
only himself, he offers the service of other cocks too. I 
can't believe what is happening.

Thankfully, Brian comes to my rescue. "Brian thank you, 
but not. Many try before. No try good."

I breathe easier, thankful of his answer, and also 
thankful he speaks the Longton words correctly. It would 
be even more embarrassing if he somehow messed up on a 
translation now.

A sorrowful look comes over Keviniski's face. I am 
shocked to discover he really does want to try to 
impregnate me. In fact, I think he wants to fuck me even 
more than I want it. Some of the others probably do too. 
In all our research of the Longton culture, we never had 
any indication of non-monogamous relationships, but then 
we had no indication of the sex tools in the bedrooms 
either. It looks as though the Longtons, or at least the 
men of this Longton village, occasionally like to share 
their female servants.

***
 
I feel exhilarated by the time we finally make it back to 
our guest cabin. I not only survived the evening, but I 
actually had a good time.

"We did great!" I speak with relief as soon as the door 
closes, and I can finally talk in English again. Three 
hours of speaking Longtonese was a lot of work.

"You did great!" Brian hugs me. "I couldn't have done it 
without you. Where did you ever get all that detail to 
add to our cover story? You even had me believing it!"

I shrug my shoulders as soon as he unclasps me enough 
from his grasp to do so.

"You were especially cool when Allen started asking about 
your tits!" He looks down at the bare one. "Oh, excuse 
me," He laughs. "I mean your milk holders."

I start to laugh along with him. It is not because it is 
funny; it is because I am so relieved.

"You did great!" He kisses me.

"Thank you," I say. "And thank you for not turning me 
over when they wanted to..." I am embarrassed even to say 
it.

He smiles. "Are you sure about that?" He speaks in a 
mischievous voice. "It looked as though you were a little 
interested back there."

I think about it and agree. "You noticed?"

"Yea, I noticed," He says. "You looked like you wanted 
him to take you back to his cabin and fuck your brains 
out."

"Brian!" I say in shock. I am more shocked by the 
accuracy of his words than what he actually said.

"Come on, admit it," Brian nudges me. "I could tell you 
were attracted to him."

I think I turn red. "Well, I guess he was good looking," 
I admit shyly. "Not so much in his face with those busy 
eyebrows, but the rest of him was a real hunk."

"I thought so," Brian speaks as though uncovering a 
revelation. "You looked horny as hell back there! You 
still do!"

I think again of the bedroom. I think of the leather 
straps. And mostly I think of the dildos waiting for me 
up on the shelf.

"Shall we go downstairs," Brian offers.

I cannot speak. I only nod in agreement.

Brian leads me by my arm and we head downstairs.

We quickly undress. Or rather, Brian undresses and then 
he undresses me. Beneath his meager loincloth I see an 
erect cock.

This time he decides against tying me up right away. 
Instead, I ask if I can play with him first.

"You hardly let me look at it last time," I look down at 
his engorged staff and beg like a little girl. "Can I 
please play with your toy a little while first?"

Brian knows what I want and immediately accepts. I go 
down to my knees to play with him.

I am glad to discover he has a very nice cock. Not huge, 
but of good size. It feels as hard as a rod of steel. I 
take full advantage of his promiscuity through my 
fingers. I feel and manipulate it all around. I play with 
it to make it pre-cum, and then I continue to play with 
it to make it pre-cum even more. I play with him until I 
hear him moan above me and I think he is ready to cum. 
Then I stop.

"Now it's your turn," I speak as I back myself up into 
the "X" shaped contraption.

The wood of this new device feels even better than the 
chains of last time. Brian secures me properly by the 
arms and legs. And then, after I am shackled down so 
tight I can hardly move a muscle, he has his way with me.

I am thankful we have our own cabin this time. I am also 
thankful it is separated from the others and is off by 
itself. I like it better that way because it gives me the 
freedom to moan and cry out with as much pleasure as I 
want. I no longer need to hold back.

Like the last time, Brian starts with my big tits. He 
plays with them and gives me the equivalent of a chest 
massage. All men like to play with my big tits. Brian 
seems to be even more entranced by their size than most.

A few minutes later he moves down to my pussy and it gets 
even better. This time he tries something new. He sucks 
on my nipples and fingers my clit at the same time. I 
really like this.

First he opens me up with his fingers, and then later he 
opens me even further with his cock. He inserts his cock 
and fucks me, but he is careful not to explode inside me, 
at least not yet. Luckily, he lasts a long while because 
of our earlier fucking session, but he still pulls out 
before it is too late. Then he goes over to the shelf to 
select the smallest sized dildo.

"No, please!" I go back to my play acting. "Not again! 
Please Brian, not the dildo again tonight."

He only smiles in response. Brian seems to like the way I 
play act over sex. I will have to remember to do it more 
often.

He uses the dildo on me for a long time. Or rather, he 
uses a whole variety of different sized dildos. He 
experiments with the four smallest sizes, gradually going 
up in size every few minutes. Each time I beg him not to, 
but thankfully he refuses.

"Please, not bigger!" I cry out. "Oh my God! Look at the 
size of that thing! I'll never be able to take it all."

But I do. Every time, I take it. And the last one is the 
best of all.

"No! No!" I cry out more with this one than the others. 
"Oh my God! It's even bigger than the last. There's no 
way I'm going to be able to accept it all."

Again, I am proven wrong.

I have my first orgasm from size number 2. A second 
orgasm comes many minutes later when Brian inserts size 
4. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a 
night. By the end of the first day on Longton, I have 
four.

Finally, Brian finishes off the evening with a hearty 
fuck. This time, however, he first unties me. He says he 
wants me in a different position. "I want to do you doggy 
style," He instructs.

I am more than happy to oblige. I like to be fucked from 
behind. It happens to be my favorite position.

A few minutes later I have my fifth orgasm of the day.

To be continued...

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