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Mission to a New World (MF, ScFi, size, bond)

	By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

		Chapter 4: First Contact

			D+1

Summary: An X-rated science fiction story.  Debbie and Brian are 
two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a 
crashed surveillance satellite.  On the surface live the Longtons, a 
humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are 
subservient to the males.  Debbie soon discovers why the women 
willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she 
wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).

			* * * * * 

Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in 
the story should remain fiction.  It is intended for the entertainment 
of mature adults only.  Be advised explicit sex is contained within 
and should not be read by minors.

			* * * *

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 cumm, 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 loin cloth 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 Earth-men.

"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 stone wall 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 noon-day 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 stone walls 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 loin cloth, 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 cumm."

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 
cumm!"

"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 cumm 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-cumm, coated in its own juices.  I love it!

"Yes!" I whisper back.  I'm not only willing to give him a blow 
job, 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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