Chapter 7: Nabo

We come to another large river about a kilometer further down the path. It spans not as wide but flows much deeper than the first. I have to change back into the bikini and carry my backpack over my head to keep it dry. The stream is deep, but I do not mind. It feels good. It cleanses the dirt and filth of the Longton bedroom.

The village of Nabo, I know, sits only a short distance up stream. The river serves as its life-giving source. We first notice the settlement through 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 cannot help but wonder if it contains a similar bedroom.

"Me look Nabo," Randall announces to a young Longton boy he sees walking on a path perpendicular to our own. The Longton carries two buckets slung over his shoulders. They hang at each end of a long pole.

"Me Nabo!" The young Longton pats himself on the chest. He answers with enough excitement to make water spill from the buckets. Then he races through trees to meet us, the buckets banging against trunks as he haphazardly tries to balance them in opposition to his quick steps.

Jumping onto our path, he approaches with no obvious fear or hesitance at the sight of strangers. I am reminded once again that Longtons are a friendly, carefree people who naturally trust anyone they meet. This particular Longton looks to be a young man, perhaps 15 Earth-years of age. I also notice he looks right at me. I distinctly notice his eyes pointed direct at my chest with no noticeable discretion. My natural reaction is to cover myself and criticize the young man for being so rude, but I quickly remember the culture.

"Me Randall," Randall introduces himself. "Servant Martha," He points to me.

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

He pulls his attention away from my boobs enough to lead us towards the source of the smoke. We need to walk only a short distance. I notice my bikini remains damp from crossing the river only a few minutes earlier, despite the hot temperature.

"Visitors! Visitors!" He cries out.

Longtons appear from all around us, walking out of the many cleverly disguised homes nestled into the hillside. Doors open out of what first looks to be raw earth. First a pair steps out of one house, and then two more step out of another. Soon a dozen and then a dozen more Longtons curiously walk out of the relative cool of their houses to welcome the unexpected visitors.

"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 what appears to be 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 contained 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, must be for some sort of communal feast. It looks like 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!" Randall 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. Randall 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 quiet. Several talk at once, and a few do not bother to wait for an answer from one question before they start to ask the next. They become 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 I find easy to notice due to the way they look at me. I soon find myself faced with about twenty interested young men to gaze upon my bikini-clad body. Like the others, they are not shy about looking. It feels humiliating, yet it also gives me a sort-of thrill. The more they look, the more they silently compliment. I can't help but feel as though I am a performer on stage in a strip joint.

I also see Longton women, but only in the background. Most dress like me. A few wear the more revealing vertical swimsuits. I can tell Randall has an interest in them, but he must concentrate so much on the language he has little 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 closer to an A or a B cup variety, which tells me why the men look at me so. It looks like it has been some time since these men had the opportunity to see a pair of double-Ds.

Eventually, I start to forget 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 celebrations, 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 a bare tit and nipple.

"Not so soon!" I complain to Randall as soon as they finally leave us alone in the guest cabin. "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, and many young ones too!"

Randall 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 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 inside 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 grow accustomed to the dim light of the guest cabin. We stand just outside the bedroom at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh my!" I say again as I realize it is just like 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 wooden contraption in the corner. 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?" Randall asks simply.

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

I notice a big smile form 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 furnished in the same way," He walks over to the wooden 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 strength. 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 Randall shackles me down he will be sure to remove my bikini top and then untie my bikini bottom. I can't wait to feel one of the dildos again.

"It's just that none of the other expeditions 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 wooden contraption and its leather bonds. I step up to take a closer look. I feel the leather bonds after Randall 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 all the questions and we provided all the answers. I don't know how long we talked or how many questions we answered, but I think it lasted 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 guest before they even finish the permanent homes for themselves.

"You make ready for feast," He told us as he opened the door for Randall but did not bother to keep it open for me. "Must change clothes. Wear festival clothes."

He looked curiously at my chest as he spoke, instantly washing away my last remnant of hope. I had briefly hoped the feast might be a non-formal, family-type get together where I could wear normal clothing - or at least normal by Longton standards. But his final words and the way he looked at my chest said otherwise. I instinctively knew his thoughts.

Randall took me downstairs, but I don't think I even realized where we were going. My mind still reeled with the words of the Longton. 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 when Randall pointed them out.

"It would be fun, but there's no time for that now," Randall 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 Randall quickly pulls my mind away from exotic thoughts of intercourse and back to the humiliating experience of exposure.

"This is going to be 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, there's constantly going to be an eye on my bare tit."

He considers this. I think I might be 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 talk only at my chest. I already noticed it with the bikini. I can't imagine what it will be like with one of them exposed completely."

I look down upon my own naked chest after unfastening the bikini. My boobs look bigger than ever before.

"But what other choice do you have?" He poses the same question as before.

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 have no other choice in the matter. We must either abandon the mission or I must show them one of my boobs.

Randall pulls the toga out of my backpack but fails to give it to me.

"Wish we had more time," He keeps my clothing to himself. He looks instead, right at my bare chest. "You really do look great!"

"Thanks, I suppose," I have to reach out and grab the toga from his hand.

"But you really do," He tells me again. "You should be proud of what you've got."

I turn around to take off the panty.

My only comfort is the approach of night. The incessant Longton sun has nearly disappeared below the horizon. I hold Randall 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, I know, and the young men want to get a look.

Other women already stand in togas. I sneak a peak at them through the corner window and the crack in the door. So does Randall. Six bare boobs casually mull around the trees outside our guest cabin. I can't help but notice the largest among them is only half my size.

I also see men; tall, young, sparsely clad men with deep tans. They all look to be strong men with well-muscled bodies, clearly accustomed to hard work. They all wait for me too. If not for their connected eyebrows and flat noses, they might even look handsome. I can't help but want to 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," Randall urges. "They probably wonder what takes us so long."

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

"You ready 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 instead. I'm going to need lots of help in understanding what they all say."

I nod my head again.

"And remember it will get better," He takes hold of the wooden door handle. "The worse part will be at the start, and then you will gradually get accustomed to it."

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

"They ready!" Someone shouts.

"Feast begin!" Another announces. "Randall! Martha 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. Another pair holds Randall'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 also hear it in their voices.

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

"Big, big!" I hear another.

They refuse to hold back. I think I blush red with embarrassment. About ten pairs of eyes suddenly focus upon my chest.

Luckily, the pull of the children provides temporary relief from 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 with no one to gaze upon my chest.

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

The children now make it worse because they hold my arms - or 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!" Randall tells the children. "Slow. More time eat time."

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

"Visitor Randall," The leader of the village steps to the front. "And lovely Servant Martha."

His eyes grind into my exposed chest. I feel him 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. 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!" Randall says. "Good! Good! Taste Martha! Good."

The food on my plate looks delicious. It smells even better. I don't know the name of the items, but after spending the last 24 hours eating nothing but 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 reminds me of a wild deer. 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 when we were children. 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. We, as visitors and the guests of honor, are invited to take the first bite.

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 sugar flavored water from heavy clay cups.

"Good!" Randall 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 taught me that Longtons equally divide food amongst the villagers and then save the rest. No one goes back for seconds. They believe no single person should be given priority or provided with extra helpings. I have always wondered if that is why all Longtons appear to be in such good shape, and it is probably why all the men have such gorgeous hunk bodies.

Luckily, no one seems to have heard Randall'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 up with my plate soon after, and when I look up I see others have finished too. Even our host, sitting to my right and on the side of my exposed tit, looks right at it.