Chapter 5: Nabo
Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly allow themselves to be subservient, and in the end she wants to stay (M/F, F/M, exh, size, bond).
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Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.
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We come to another large river about a mile down the path. It is not as wide but deeper than the first. I change back into the bikini to cross.
We carefully carry our backpacks above our heads to keep them dry. The refreshing water reaches almost up to my chest. The village of Nabo, I know, is only a short distance up stream. The river serves as its life-giving source.
Our first indication of a settlement is smoke rising through a break in the trees. A minute later we notice a well-hidden Longton home standing almost next to us, built into the side of the hill and looking a lot like Jelick's and Daniel's. I can't help but wonder if it has a similar bedroom.
"Hello," Brian cries out to a young man walking on a perpendicular path to our own, carrying two baskets slung over his shoulders, each hanging at one end of a long pole. "Me look Nabo."
"Me Nabo!" The young man pads himself on the chest. He answers with so much excitement that water spills from the buckets. Then he races through to trees to meet us, the pails banging against trunks as he haphazardly tries to balance them in opposition to his quick steps.
He jumps onto our path and approaches us with no obvious fear or hesitance at the sight of strangers. I am reminded once again that the Longtons are a friendly, carefree people with a natural trust of everyone. He looks to be a young man, perhaps 15 years of age. I also notice he looks right at me. I distinctly notice his eyes point directly at my chest with no noticeable discretion. My natural reaction is to cover myself and criticize the boy for being so rude, but I quickly remember the culture.
"Me Brian," Brian introduces himself. "Servant Debbie," He points to me.
"Me Gregoros," He says his own name. "This Nabo. Follow! Follow!"
He finally pulls his attention away from my boobs and leads us towards the source of the smoke. We do not have far to go. I notice my bikini bottom remains damp from crossing the river only a few minutes earlier, despite the hot temperature.
"Visitors! Visitors!" He cries out.
A dozen Longtonese seem to appear out of nowhere, walking out of the many cleverly disguised houses nestled into the hillside. Doors open out of what first looks to be raw earth. A dozen and then a dozen more Longtons curiously walk out of the relative cool of their houses to check out the curiosity.
"Welcome! Welcome!" They speak almost all at once, joyous at our arrival. One of them grabs my arm. I feel a child around my leg. They push and pull us along, leading us to the center of the village. I see dense, white smoke emulating from a pile of green leaves. It stands in a clearing, the only spot in the village not in shade. Direct sunlight illuminates the column of white smoke like a beacon.
We approach the clearing, but do not enter. Wooden benches surround it. So do tables. I recognize it as the main gathering area of the village, a meeting place common to all villages. The smoke, I figure, is for some sort of communal feast. It looks as though we stumbled into some sort of festival.
The Longtons surround us. Some are old. Most are young. I struggle to understand the multitude of voices.
"What village from?" Several ask.
"Where travel to?"
"Where travel from?"
They ask question after question. I feel as though we are the first strangers they have met in years, although I know this cannot be true. Many Longtons go on long quests. From our hidden microphones, we know a village typically receives about five visitors per year.
"Stop! Stop!" Brian waves his hand. "We far land from. Speak not well. Must stop. Speak slow."
They slow down and ask us similar questions as Jelick and Daniel. Brian answers by himself at first. I later help after giving him a gentle nudge to remind him to introduce me. As we continue, I notice an increased number of questions directed at me as they realize my greater comprehension of their language.
The Longtons are a talkative, inquisitive people who appear genuinely interested to know where we come from and to hear stories about our travels. Many times they become so excited they cannot keep quite. Several talk at once, and many do not bother to wait for an answer from another because they ask a question themselves. They turn especially interested when they discover we have traveled an uncommonly long distance.
More and more villagers join us. I noticed most of the later arrivals are young men, which is easy for me to notice due to the way they look at me. I find myself soon faced with at least a dozen interested young men to look upon my bikini-clad body. Like the others, they are not shy about looking. It feels humiliating, but there is also a thrill about it. The more they look, the more they silently compliment. I can't help but feel as though I am a performer up on stage in a strip joint.
I also see women, but they remain in the background. Most are dressed in bikinis like me. A few wear the more revealing vertical swimsuits. I can tell Brian wants to take in interest in them, but he is concentrated so much on the language he does not have time to take notice. None of the women, I see, looks quite as big as me - Not quite as big, that is, in the boob department. They all appear to be closer to the A or B cup variety, which tells me why the men look at me so. It appears as though it has been some time since these men had the opportunity to see a pair of double-Ds.
I soon find myself almost forgetting about my meager clothing. The men seem to grow accustomed to my sight, and I suppose I also start to grow accustomed to their eyes upon me. I begin to relax and feel more comfortable - until I discover the reason for the smoke rising out of the clearing.
"It be feast!" One of the Longtons tells us.
"We trap," A group of proud men tell us. "Two days ago. Catch orghingtal. Very good eat."
An orghintal resembles a deer and is supposedly very good eating. I am anxious to try it, but I have trouble thinking about food. 'Feast' keeps playing in my ears. 'Tonight is a feast!' The village of Nabo will have a feast and a celebration, and the Longtons always dress up for feasts and calibrations, especially the women. I realize I will have to change into my most formal attire, which is the toga. I quickly comprehend I will soon be showing all these men my bare tit and nipple.
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"Not so soon!" I complain to Brian as soon as we get away and are alone again. "I never expected to wear the toga so soon! I want more time to get used to the bikini."
"You don't have a choice," He attempts to calm me with little success. "It's probably a good thing I made you wear it in front of Jelick and Daniel. At least they gave you some time to get used to it."
"But this is different!" I try to explain. "Jelick and Daniel were just two men. There's going to be at least ten times that many tonight!"
Brian shakes his head. "But you don't have a choice. Our only other option is to sneak out of here. Is that what you want?"
I do not need to give him an answer. He already knows. I cannot jeopardize the mission.
