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Subject: {ASSM} Mission to a New World (Chapter 5) (MF, ScFi, size bond)
Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 15:10:09 -0500
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Mission to a New World (MF, ScFi, size, bond)

  By JackBro (JackBro_99@Yahoo.com)

    Chapter 5: Nabo

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.

      * * * *

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
orghingtal.  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 ethan 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-cumm,
and then I continue to play with it to make it pre-cumm even
more.  I play with him until I hear him moan above me and I think
he is ready to cumm.  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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