At last, after days of travel by foot, the long, straight, wide, hard, dirt-packed road came to an intersection. Yanari could turn back, continue ahead, or turn either left or right, as the roads crossed at perfect perpendicular angles. With the daylight slowly fading, the young nude adventurer decided that it would be best to turn back to the river she had passed a few minutes earlier and find someplace there to spend the night, perhaps embarking on a new road at daylight.
Back at the river's edge, Yanari knelt on the hard banking and closed her eyes. As her ears caught the soothing sound of the flowing water, she spread her arms, openly inviting her dinner to come to her. Moments later, several tentacles rose to meet her hands while another gently tickled her between the legs. "Okay," she laughed softly, "you can taste me as I taste you."
The tentacle between Yanari's legs gently stroked up and down the length of her feminine folds, extracting her sweet wetness. In response, she gently squeezed the slippery tentacles in her hands, feeling them pulse in her palms and their thin slimy bluish coating trickling over her fingers. Shortly, her lips already parted slightly from the action between her thighs, she felt another tentacle knock softly at her mouth, causing her to instinctively widen her oral opening to allow it passage.
Dinner and a good fuck, Yanari thought with glee. That should help me to sleep soundly through the night and deal with the intersection in the morning.
A soft cry awoke Yanari from her awkward position, sleeping on a thick branch high up in a tree flanking the neverending roadway. The first light of day colored the sky, allowing her brief glimpses of the roadway far beneath her as she looked down through the layers of branches and leaves. The next cry which reached her ears brought her to full alertness.
It was without question the cry of a Human female having sex. Why someone would be engaged in sexual activity in such a place at first seemed illogical to Yanari.
Then she remembered her own experiences since the crash-landing on this planet.
The young adventurer tried to be as still and as quiet as possible, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and closing her eyes. She listened to the "radio show," trying to imagine what the woman below might look like in the throes of passion and wondering if she might herself look the same. Listening to the sounds of intimacy caused a warmth to form between her legs, and her hands began to wander...
Suddenly, Yanari's eyes snapped open as she realized that the sounds of a woman's passion likely meant that she was not alone - there would be at least two people below, and more people meant more heads to determine how to leave this strange planet. Quietly, slowly, cautiously, Yanari began to descend the tall tree, hoping to remain hidden until the sexual interlude had ended.
Instead, what Yanari saw both shocked her and enlightened her as to the definition of "normal" on this strange planet.
The young woman in the roadway was extremely pale of skin, with not a single strand of hair anywhere upon her body, including upon her head - even her eyebrows had been removed. Her body bore the markings of a bondage slave unable to escape the unbridled wrath of a violent Dominant - Yanari was just vaguely familiar with these types of markings from her brother's more disturbing films. The slave wore a heavy metal collar which had apparently been laser-sealed into place, with "Bitch" emblazoned across the front in carved and blackened lettering. For the first Human she had seen since her own unconventional arrival upon this unusual planet, Yanari was fairly taken aback at this unforeseen development.
But what seemed "normal" was the throng of tentacles using and abusing the newcomer. Yet "Bitch" appeared and sounded as if she were thoroughly enjoying the sexual onslaught, even as her opened, unfocused eyes clearly communicated otherwise. Nonetheless, "Bitch" did not even flinch as the tentacles writhing around her began to spew their bluish seed into the air - she had clearly been in this inhuman predicament previously.
Perhaps most disturbing to the young adventurer, however, was that she felt herself moisten and quiver as she watched "Bitch" receiving the same alien attention (affection?) she had come to enjoy herself. Similarly, jealously began to gnaw at the back of her mind.
Their eyes suddenly met, and "Bitch" made a silent plea for help even as she began to cry out in orgasm. Yanari scurried the rest of the way to the ground and slowly walked toward the interspecies coupling, unsure of exactly what she might be able to do to help "Bitch," but knowing that at least her presence should help to ease the stranger's mind.
Suddenly, the mass of tentacles split into two groups, with the larger group rushing toward Yanari. She stood stoically, knowing and welcoming what was about to happen, and the jealously she had felt moments ago was sated at the first warm, slimy touch upon her left foot. In seconds, Yanari's legs were completely hidden within the throng of tentacles, with several attempting to enter her body simultaneously as the others continued to trek up her body.
Her last conscious thought was of the sheer pleasure she was about to receive, and she smiled brightly as the sky brightened in response. Then everything else was a blurry haze of sexuality.
"Mistress! Thank goodness You're awake!"
Yanari found herself laying on the bank of the river near the tree where she had slept, submerged up to her neck. She did not feel very hungry, meaning that she must have been fed quite well during the sexual ordeal, which she sadly could not remember. She did, however, feel a little thirsty, but "Bitch" took care of that quickly by cupping her hands and offering water from the river.
"Thank you," Yanari said softly after several small drinks. The light from the planet's star was extremely bright, its heat unmistakable and only partially muted by being mostly submerged in the river. Her body ached, but it was a good ache, the ache of a long, thorough, brutal fuck combined with similar floggings, and she dearly wished she could remember it. There was still a slight aftertaste of the sweet alien seed, bringing a small, weary smile to her lips.
"The tentacles eventually all flocked to You, Mistress, and You took them on like no one i have ever seen before," "Bitch" said admiringly. "i have never been so good with multiple penetrations," she added sadly, as if severely disappointed with herself.
Slowly, Yanari sat up in the water. "Bitch" knelt next to her in the river, looking downcast, and the young adventurer was almost certain she could see a dark cloud surrounding this unusual stranger.
"What is your name?" Yanari finally asked. "I'm Yanari."
"i no longer have a 'real' name, Mistress," came the almost-unexpected reply. "i am simply Bitch, as it says on the collar. That is the designation my Master imposed upon me when i entered His service several years ago, Mistress."
Yanari was unsure what to say, as she had never encountered such a situation. After a moment of hesitation, she simply took Bitch into her arms, then was amazed when Bitch began to cry.
"It's okay," Yanari whispered. "Cry yourself dry if you must."
Bitch definitely did cry herself dry.
"Mistress, what do W/we do for food here?"
Yanari and Bitch leaned against a large boulder as they sat in the shade of a particularly tall tree.
"Before I answer that," Yanari finally challenged, "just why do you keep calling me 'Mistress?' I own no one but myself."
