Chapter 3

I catch him doing it while lying next to me. It occurs at the edge of the desert, in a small tent at the last oasis before we reach the forest.

We arrived at the oasis three hours earlier with me behind the wheel. Thoughts of his big cock slowly diminished. A woman, after all, can only think about cock for so long. My thoughts returned back to the business of driving.

Brian's interest in my size diminished too. I saw it for myself - first hand. A few minutes after his cock left my mind; I looked over to see him soft. The sight disappointed me, although I don't think he ever softened completely.

We arrived at 3:00 AM at the last oasis. The plan was to hide the jeep, set up camp, and get a few hours sleep before trekking the last 2 miles across the desert to the protection of the forest. We arrived earlier than originally planned. The supposed "experts" were wrong in their estimate of the jeep's travel time across the desert. The sun rose late at this high latitude and was not due for another 4 hours.

The first order of business was to unpack the jeep. We were each provided with a backpack to carry the essential supplies: food, water, clothing, emergency survival equipment, and a small tent. Our only conveniences - if they could even be called conveniences - were cooking utensils and some precious stones to be used for currency.

I suppose we were no different than a traveler of a thousand years before except for a miniature radio and Geiger counter cleverly hidden away within the fabric of our backpacks. We used the radio to make a quick check with the Crion to inform them we were still alive.

We next drove the jeep a few feet out into the desert. We drove it away from the oasis to hide it between two sand dunes. Then we covered it with a sand-colored mesh and shoveled sand around the edges to make sure it stayed covered in the blowing wind. The shoveling took a lot of work and did a good job at preparing us for bed. The two of us staggered back to the oasis exhausted by the time the job was done.

We jumped into the cold water to wash up, put up the tent, and squeezed in. Naturally, we brought only one tent along. For reasons of security and since we were supposed to be traveling as a couple, we logically carried only a single tent. Separate tents would create suspicions if seen by the occasional desert traveler.

I normally wear only a T-shirt and panty to bed, and this night proved no different. The only problem was that I carried no T- shirt, so I went to bed topless.

Brian lay close next to me. I figured he wanted sex - and I have to admit that I was really tempted too - but it just wasn't practical.

"We better go right to sleep," I told him as he crawled in naked beside me. "It will be a long, hot walk across the desert, and we only have two hours before daybreak."

He agreed, although seemingly reluctantly. I don't know if Brian slept, but I know I did. I passed out right away. The excitement of the previous five-hour drive across the desert made me exhausted.

***

I awake droopily to the sound of water and to the hint of daylight seeping through the tent walls. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am, but then I open my right eye to see Brian lying next to me.

I see him with his head propped up and a smile on his face. He seems to be looking at something at the other end of the tent and making motions with his hand. It takes me a while to figure it out in my half-wakened condition, although now I know for certain. I have caught him in the act. He masturbates himself.

I lie on my stomach and listen. The thing he is looking at, I know, is my ass. My panty is nothing more than a thong in the rear that leaves my ass mostly-bare. I know what fuels his ecstasy.

I close my eyes again, unsure what to do. 'Should I pretend I'm sleeping?' I ask myself. 'Or should I wake up and confront him?'

I decide to do nothing - at least for now. His masturbating actually turns me on a little. I picture it in my mind, his hand running up and down the length of his erection. I hear he must be very wet. I wonder what his shiny, cream-covered cock looks like in the daylight.

I find it a wonderful experience to wake up to, a naked man lying beside me with his hand around his wet cock. His stroking makes me more and more aroused. I think I even start to get wet, and I feel even hotter than I realize the sight of my half-naked ass drives him. I wonder what effect my bare tits will have, and then have an idea.

I sit up quickly to take a look. It is too fast for him to respond. Before he realizes I am awake, I see him make two more full- length strokes up and then back down the length of his hard erection.

"Having fun?" I question.

He quickly tries to recover. He stops stroking and turns to the side.

"No!" I tell him. "I want to watch."

This shocks him. "Debbie!" He cries out in surprise.

It looks as though the sun must be just starting to peek above the horizon, for a faint light enters the tent. It is enough for me to clearly see the head of his organ poke through the top of his hand even when he turns to the side. I also see his hand is covered with moisture.

"You heard me," I tell him. "I've been listening to what you were doing, now let me watch!" I can't help but think back to my fantasy, the fantasy where a hardened organ stands at the side of my bed and its owner begins masturbating it at my command.

He doesn't say anything. Brian just lies there on his side and looks at me. I catch him taking a glance down at my bare tits. I can tell he likes them.

Then he slowly turns back over and lies on his back again. I see his full erection now, and I see it much clearer than the night before. It looks wet enough for the weak light to sparkle off its surface. I see he has pre-cumed quite considerably, and it makes me excited knowing it is all due to the sight of my ass.

Slowly, his hand goes back down. It moves towards his engorged erection and then surrounds it. He grabs himself again.

"That's nice," I tell him.

He starts. His hand starts out slow, slowly running up the length of his member and then sliding back down again. The tip of his cock points at me. I see it visibly pre-cum, and then I see his hand spread it all around on the next stroke.

"That's nice," I tell him again.

I have never watched a man masturbate himself before. I've done it myself a few times but never watched a man go a solo. The sight makes me feel surprisingly erotic, but I want to see more.

"Perhaps this may help," I tell him as I get up on my knees. The tent is small and not very high. I cannot stand up, even on my knees. I kneel with one leg on each side of his feet. I am forced to bend over, letting my tits sag down in front of me.

"Oh jes..." Brian starts to say, letting me know that he likes me better in this position. It is like catching a man looking down the front of my blouse, except I have no blouse to get in the way. I know this amplifies the size of my tits. He starts to stroke faster.

I like him better in this position too. I am now closer to his cock than any time before. There is also a lot more to like. From above, I see his entire length. It is easy to see the prominent veins bulging out of his engorged staff.

"That's the way," I tell him. "Just a little more. Let me see."

He looks close, very close. His mouth hangs open, and I notice his eyes are looking directly at my sagging tits. I sway my chest back and forth for an instant to show them move.

I only have to do it once and Brian cums immediately. He first lets out a low moan and looks away from my body. His waist rises and his hand stops its stroking action. A moment later he erupts.

He erupts with a vengeance. It is a powerful orgasm. I see why he couldn't sleep and decided to jerk himself off instead. No doubt, he has been holding out for a long time. I can see that his balls were quite loaded.

The first squirt goes a good distance and lands on his chest. The second drops on his belly. Then he has three more, and still his dick continues to shake and pulsate with energy. It looks as though he is experiencing an unusually powerful orgasm, which momentarily wants me to have one of my own.

"That's nice," I tell him a third time. "That was very nice. You put on a good show."

He slowly calms back down again.

So do I, and then I think about what I have just done. I can't believe it! I have just witnessed a coworker jack himself off. Even worse, I enjoyed it.

I come back to my senses and crawl out of the tent. I still can't believe it! I momentarily walk around in a daze, and then I run into the spring that serves as the source of the oasis. The water feels soothing. It momentarily makes me think that perhaps the experience was only a dream.

Brian soon joins me. I pop my head up out of the water and see him walk towards me in the nude. He is flaccid, and I see an incredibly sexy line of spunk run down the middle of his chest. It reminds me of what I have just witnessed.

As he walks in, I walk out. I do not want to be near him. I do not know why, but I just know that I need time to think and sort things out.

"Thanks," He quietly says as we pass near. It is the only thing either one of us says.

*** We leave a few minutes later for the last leg of our journey. As soon as Brian silently packs the tent and I get a few berries out of our backpack to eat, we set out. Our job is to trek by foot across the last 2 miles of sand to reach a jagged outcropping of the Northern Forest. This is also the most dangerous part of our journey, but essential. Anyone caught out in the open desert can easily die from heat and thirst, yet we must also hide the jeep far from civilization. Our only option is to walk the last, short segment.

I do fine the first half of the journey. The backpack feels heavy, but I do all right. I wish the load could be lightened by the use of modern plastics and fabrics, but that might "contaminate" the world we are about to enter.

"I need to stop," I eventually must admit to Brian. My legs ache. I pant with exertion. Despite the bikini around my body, I feel hot and sweaty under the bright morning sun.

"Not yet," He warns. "We need to keep going. It will only get worse if we take a break."

I realize it is the first thing I have said to him since watching him eject. It feels weird, talking to a guy who I just watched jerk himself off, but I try to put it out of my mind.

"I really need to stop," I tell him again a few minutes later. I feel myself stumble. Up the next sand dune, my feet slip and it feels as though I am moving in place.

"All right, but only for a minute," He sits down at the top.

I sit down along side him and quickly take a deep drink of water from the canteen in my backpack. It is almost gone.

"We're behind schedule," He warns. "It's only going to get hotter."

"I know! I know!" I pant. "But I have to rest. I'm not as strong or resilient as you."

"You've spent too much time sitting in that lab of yours."

"You're right," I have to admit.

We rest for only a few seconds - or at least it seems like only a few seconds. Brian soon rises, and I reluctantly join him.

I think he walks faster after the brief rest. I can hardly keep up, especially when we walk up the face of the next dune and then the one following. It isn't bad going down, but the uphill journey makes my legs ache. Brian soon pulls out in front of me. I have to admit that he is in excellent physical shape, being a marine and all.

"Not so fast," I yell to him, but he does not seem to hear. He pulls further ahead without looking back.

I see trees in the distance. I think they pull him, and then they begin to pull me. The trees look too numerous to be just another oasis. Clearly, we approach the edge of the Northern Forest.

My shoulders ache from the combination of the backpack and my bikini top. I cannot do anything about the backpack, but I realize I can do something about the bikini. I take the straps off and allow my big boobs to protrude free. The bikini does not offer much cover anyway, and I no longer worry about Brian seeing me; especially after what I saw of him.

Brian soon pulls a full sand dune ahead of me. I only see his tracks from the bottom. We go over three more peaks before I think he must notice my topless state, for he stops and waits for me to catch up.

"I need another rest," I tell him. "Just for a minute."

"But we only have another hundred feet to go!"

"I don't care," I object. "I need to rest anyway."

I take the last drink of water from my canteen.

"Here, have some of mine," He offers his own canteen as he stands next to me. "We should find a river about a mile into those trees," He points. "Have as much as you want."

I can't believe how thirsty I am. And I can't believe how exhausted I feel. The combination of the hot temperature, high humidity, and little sleep make me feel like I am about to die. I begin to wonder if I might be coming down with something, like maybe a strange virus from this alien planet. I am so exhausted I almost forget about my topless condition.

"Come on," Brian soon wants to continue. "We need to get a move on."

"Not already," I complain.

"Give me your pack," He takes me by the arm and pulls off my backpack. "I'll carry both, but only to the edge of the forest."

The absence of the backpack helps a lot. I no longer stumble. My feet do not seem to sink as far into the sand. It feels as though I almost float over the top of the dunes now. I even think about putting my top back on, but then decide Brian deserves the reward for carrying my pack.

"We need to get into the forest," Brian starts to jog with one pack over his shoulder and another in his hand.

I easily catch up, walking faster and then jogging like he does. I do not see it at first, but then notice him look over to me. I realize he looks at my tits, admiring them as they bounce and sway with my steps. I again consider putting the top back on - or at least slowing down to stop my tits from bouncing around so much - but I no longer care. Brian is getting an eyeful, I know, but the knowledge of what he witnesses provides me with a surge of energy. For some unexplained, strangely voyeuristic reason, I continue to jog right beside him.

"Race you to the first tree," He challenges as he pulls out ahead.

I strain to catch up. My tits fly all around. I can't believe he is in such good shape. Even with the penalty of two packs, I can hardly keep up to him.

We advance quickly. The last few feet take only a few seconds to cover. The sand turns to gravel. It becomes easier to move. The trees rapidly grow before us.

"Hold on!" I nearly double over with exhaustion within the shadow of the first tree I find. Brian already touches it. He has won the race. I bend over in defeat, putting my hands on my knees, gasping for breath in the heavy alien atmosphere.

Immediately, I feel Brian again. I feel him look at me from the front, and then I realize what he sees. I am bent over with my big boobs sagging down out of my chest. It is like the tent all over again. 'What a tremendous sight Brian has before him!' I can't help but think to myself.

I sit down in the shade of one of the trees. On the one hand it feels embarrassing. On the other I feel a strange twinge of excitement. It is as though I want to feel embarrassed at having shown myself in such a position, but there is also a sense of excitement about being in such a provocative pose.

"Time to take your own pack," He hands it over to me.

I hear him pant too. Both of us are exhausted. Running the last few feet may have been a mistake.

I take the pack and notice he wears another bulge. It has been less than two hours. He has excellent resurgence.

"Let me see you do it again," I giggle as I look down upon it. I mean it as a joke, but he takes it seriously.

Chapter 4: First Contact D+1

***

First contact is sooner than expected, but surprisingly uneventful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The insight fills me with apprehension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slave Debbie," Brian introduces me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my!" I say again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you really think so?" I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The panting of the woman gets louder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nod my head. "Keep going."

"Do you mean the other chain?"

I nod my head again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He steps back to look at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I see his head back away and move lower.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes! Oh God!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Brian pulls it out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't believe the filthy words he speaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

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

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

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

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

Brian doesn't let up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am left dry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay!" I answer without thinking.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He takes me by the arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pause at the entrance.

"And Debbie?" I hear Jelick question.

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

I see them.

And I know they see me.

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

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

"Yes!" The two men sigh and stare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You like?" The torture goes on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can Jelick tell who?"

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

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