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The Traveller Ch. 02 - Lesbonia

"Where are we Trev?" I asked him. He prefers to be called The Traveller, but that is just too much of a mouthful, so I call him Trev. He is an alien, from a planet far away, and he says that there are few of his race left. He says race because it seems most Aliens are all the same species, seeded by mysterious aliens known as the Ancients a very long time ago.

There have been, so he says, a few variations as local elements cause diversification within the species. Trev said that one planet has people with blue skin, and another where everyone is vegetarian has green skinned people. I wondered if they had evolved to such a degree that they could undertake photosynthesis, probably not.

Most races are, he said, the same as we can find on Earth, but only on Earth has he experienced hate based on skin colour. Shame on us. He had promised me somewhere different, and he pointed out, there are so many planets with humanoid life on, that he can't possibly visit them all.

"Lesbonia" he said, "a planet orbiting a little white sun about seventy-five light years from Earth, still in the Milky Way, so you should feel at home."

"And what language do they speak, I mean English just five hundred years ago on Earth is undecipherable compared to now, how will I understand anyone?"The Traveller Ch. 02 - Lesbonia фото

"Oh that is easy, Mandy," he replied, and he grabbed what looked like a gun, "we can use this."

When I say looked like a gun, I do mean it looked like a gun, and he was aiming it at me. That got my attention in a hurry.

"What the hell is that Trev, and how is that going to do translation? Do we point it at them and say, 'learn English or I shoot you?"

To be fair the look on his face was a picture. "What? No, my God girl. No, this has a bio chip in it, I insert it in your neck and then you will automatically understand all languages, it is a universal translator."

"Oh, well, it does look like a gun."

"I don't and never will, use weapons. My God."

"That raises another question," I said, "you say 'my God' do you believe in God, does God exist, can we meet him?"

He walked over and placed the gun looking thing on my neck, there was a sharp sting and that was it.

"Ow."

"I didn't say it wouldn't hurt, and God is just a concept. Most planets develop it to explain things before their knowledge understands it. No, I can't take you to meet a concept."

"Oh, okay, so, Lesbos, tell me about it."

"They are red skinned, I haven't been there before, I thought that it would be nice to go somewhere with you that was a first time for both of us."

"Cool. How long will it take us to get there?"

"We are there already. This ship leaves one place and arrives at its destination at the same time. It saves all the complications of travelling at the speed of light."

"That isn't possible."

"Think of a pipe full of water."

"Okay, how does that help?"

"Well, if you add a drop of water to a full pipe what happens?"

"A drop comes out the other end I suppose."

"Exactly, and how long does that take to happen? No time, it is instantaneous. Think of us as that drop of water and the distance from here to there as the pipe. Instant."

"What? You are mad, that isn't the same drop that comes out, it is merely displacement."

"Yes, indeed and this spaceship has a displacement engine, now you get it, simple really."

No, I didn't get it, and my knowledge of physics was basic high school stuff, I knew about Einstein and all that, but I didn't understand it, I would probably have no way of understanding the physics of Displacement Engines and hose pipes across space. I rubbed my neck; it was still sore where he had injected that thing into me. Would I be able to talk to animals I wondered, Amanda Doolittle.

"If they are all red skinned, won't we sort of stick out a bit, you know, be a tad obvious. And what should I wear? I mean I don't want to look like a tourist on the Costa Del Sol."

"Mandy, you worry about inconsequential matters. Wear what you are comfortable in, if it is somehow inappropriate, you can always come back through the portal and change. Skin colour, who cares? We aren't on Earth anymore, only Earthlings seem to worry about skin colour."

I shrugged and went through to the wardrobe room. I picked a simple pull on bra, no catch, small pair of matching knickers and a dress that was sort of just above the knee in length, we would have to see what the locals thought about showing flesh. I went back to Trev.

"Right them, are you ready?" He asked, and I nodded. He took my hand and we stepped through the portal, and I got a humdinger of an orgasm, again.

"I thought they were supposed to stop?" I said clutching my groin having successfully avoided screaming as my pleasures flooded my body.

"They will." He answered looking at me with a smile on his face. If I ever found out that he could stop it already and hadn't, then I would have his balls and wear them as earrings. I looked around, we were in what looked like a town square. There was a big open area with people milling around. All the way around the edge of the square were what looked like shops, I guessed retail therapy was a thing here too, I wondered what they used for currency, and how we would pay if we needed to buy anything.

Our portal now looked like a square and tall oblong, not the green communications cabinet it had been in Bradford. Trev said it behaved a bit like an earth Chameleon, blending in with the background to be as inconspicuous as possible, giving the perception filter a better chance of working. I looked around and gasped, oh my. Everyone was wearing the same clothes, only at first glance they all appeared to be women, and all appeared to be nude, only a second glance showed me that they were in fact wearing a sort of dress. But they were all men.

They were indeed red skinned, redder than a sunburnt me on holiday, but the dress, well, it depicted a nude woman, the same nude woman on each dress. There was the shape of breasts, with nipples on display, and then below them a naval, and below that the crease of a woman's sex. Women walking away from us displayed the crease of an arse.

"Interesting," Trev said.

"Bloody misogynists paradise by the look," I said looking at all the women. They were all different shapes and sizes, but wearing the same outfit made them kind of all merge together.

"What are you doing here?" A woman asked, she was walking past, had stopped and faced us.

"Just visiting," Trev said.

The woman blew a whistle which had appeared from nowhere, and two other women started walking in our direction.

"You can't be here," she said to Trev. The two other women took his arms and marched him away.

"What?" I cried, "What are you doing, where are you taking him?"

"Males are not permitted in public, you should know that. Where are you from?"

"As I said, we are just visiting, where we are from there are no restrictions, we didn't know, return him and we will be on our way." I didn't want get stranded on a strange planet where they had no sense of taste in their clothes, and why the hell weren't men allowed in public?

"Ignorance of the law is not an excuse. He has broken the law; he will be dealt with. As for you, I am still deciding whether to charge you with aiding and abetting."

"Aiding and abetting what? I have only just arrived, neither of us have had the remotest chance of learning your laws."

"You are obviously from another planet, no one in their right mind on Lesbonia would wear what you are wearing, it is disrespectful to the Queen."

What? Was the image on their clothes a naked image of their Queen, oh my God, I could not get my head around it, this was so alien.

"Yes, I am, we are, and if you will accept our apologies, we will be on our way. We can tell people of your laws and then you will not be disrespected by future visitors."

"Come with me," She grabbed my hand and walked me across the square and through a doorway between two shops. People, women people that is, stopped and stared as we walked past, it was unnerving.

Inside was a room with what could only be a sofa, a table and chairs and another doorway off.

"Strip." She commanded.

"What?"

"You cannot wear those clothes, you are an affront, strip and I will provide the correct attire."

I wasn't really attached to the clothes I was wearing, they had simply come from the wardrobe room on the ship, but the thought of wearing a dress with a nude woman on it was a little unnerving.

"Er, okay." I pulled the dress up and off, and I was stood in bra and knickers, putting my dress on the table.

"Stop," the woman said, "what are these?" she said pointing at my underwear.

"I don't understand, what are what?"

She came across and prodded my bra and my knickers, "these garments, what is their purpose?"

"Oh, okay, on my planet we women wear them, this one is called a bra, and these are called knickers. The bra supports my breasts and the knickers ensure a degree of modesty."

"You speak in riddles, remove them immediately, breasts do not need support, and your garment provides sufficient cover." God, she was bossy this one. I wondered if she was like a policewoman, did they even have them on other planets, did they need them?

I undid my bra and pulled it off, adding it to my dress on the table, and then pulled my knickers down and stepped out of them, again, putting them on the table. I faced her and she looked me up and down, closely inspecting my breasts and my crotch, it was frankly, unnerving.

"Wait here," she said and walked away going through one of the other doors in the room. I don't what she thought I would do other than wait for her return, I had no clothes, I was hardly going to wander around outside in the nude.

She came back and handed me one of the nude image dresses, "here, put this on," she said. It simply slipped on over my head, and now I looked like everyone else. It seems they didn't favour individuality here on Lesbonia.

"Where is my companion, Trev," I asked, "I am worried for him."

"You won't see him again," she said, "he is a male."

"What do you mean I won't see him again, he is the pilot of my ship, I need him to leave."

"You don't need a pilot if you don't leave. You appear to be good stock, you don't need to leave."

"Stock, what do you mean stock?"

"We will have to do tests, but you could be a good source of new DNA, as could the man that you came with, as will the man, but if you are not good DNA then we will dispose of you."

"What the hell do you mean, dispose?" I was beginning to get a little concerned and I was very worried for Trev, I had no idea where he was, and I doubted I was skilled enough to go and mount a rescue.

"Never mind that, come and dine with us." She took my hand and headed out of a door on the left of the room. That lead us to a corridor and we walked down the corridor for ages, it seemed to be miles long, but perhaps it wasn't, but it was certainly long. A number of doors went off the corridor, but she ignored them all and we walked until a door blocked our way.

Opening the door she ushered me through and we were in a huge well lit space full of women, all wearing the identical dress. Around the edge of the room were containers full of what I presumed were food stuffs.

"Go, get food," my captor said, "you will need to be refreshed."

I wasn't exactly feeling hungry, I was more concerned for Trev. "I am worried for my companion, I don't really want to eat." I said without moving.

"Do not worry for him, he is not your concern." She said pushing me towards the food.

I stood my ground. "No, sorry, I cannot eat whilst I am concerned."

"Eat, your concerns are fruitless, you need sustenance," and she pushed me again.

Some other women came across and stood around us, "What is happening?" One of them asked.

"She is a visitor, but she will not eat."

"No, I won't," I added, "I am worried for my companion."

"What companion?" the newcomer asked.

"I arrived on your planet with a companion, and he has been taken away and I am told I shall not see him again, which is wrong because we are visitors that came in peace."

"Him? A male?" The newcomer asked.

"Yes, my companion, I cannot leave without him."

"Well, in that case, you must stay, come and sit with me." She pulled me to the foods and started putting various things in a bowl, none of them looked appetising, they were mostly beige in colour.

After filling a bowl, she pushed me to a cushion area and bade me sit down. As I sat she took something from the bowl and pressed it to my lips. I tried to ignore it, but whatever it was caused me to salivate and my mouth opened, and it was pushed inside. It tasted, well I don't know what it tasted of, but it was exceedingly tasty and very moreish. Another followed and before I knew it, I had finished the bowl. I was feeling a little lightheaded and the woman who had fed me took my hand in hers.

"What are you known as?" she asked me.

"I am Mandy," I said as she was stroking the back of my hand.

"I am Forsenza," she said as her stroking began to make my hand feel warm. Her other hand dropped to my leg and she began to squeeze my leg, and it felt as if my leg and my hand were joined together, it was very peculiar.

Forsenza seemed to push me back onto the cushion and I realised I was laying down, and the hand that was on my leg moved upwards and was pressing at my crotch, it was exceedingly pleasant. I gasped as a finger found my nubbin and pressed it and then rotated in a circular motion.

Her face loomed closer and her lips brushed mine, sending a tingle throughout my body as her tongue pushed passed my lips. Someone else sat on the cushion and cupped my breasts through my dress before a hand slipped from my right breast and joined Forsenza's hand in my crotch, sliding a finger up and down between my lips, a fingernail running along my valley.

"I'm Diffoliba," she said, there names are different, but pronounceable, not that I was wanting to pronounce anything at the moment.  I was gulping at air as pleasures coursed through my body, tingling my nipples, my toes and my ears, my pressures building and I was afraid that I might end up beyond my control, things were building and I was beginning to fear less and less for Trev, it was as if her were inconsequential.

A mouth replaced the finger on my nubbin and my back arched and I gasped out loud. My newly acquired dress was pulled up and peeled off me and I was quite naked in a room of women, who could also be in the same position as me, I knew not, my eyes were closed with the raptures.

Fingers were stroking my labia, playing with them, letting them fold around their fingers as they moved. A tongue was licking my clitoris, and on occasions, it was replaced with a mouth that sucked as well as licked, and sometimes it chewed. I could not speak, I could hardly breath, moreover I could not respond and then I could, a fanny arrived and rested on my mouth.

I licked, I pressed my tongue between its lips, reaching down into its moist and hot valley. It began sliding back and forth and then it found my nose, and was rubbing itself on my nose, its clitoris a hard little button pressing hard onto the bulb of my nose. My tongue could just about reach the outer lips of the fanny at a stretch, but the fanny owner seemed more content with rubbing against my nose.

My pressures were building to a crescendo, my pleasures were in full flow and I was sure I must be electrocuting people with my electrics, my lungs were full, I only had one option. I screamed, I shrieked, my orgasm exploded and erupted through my body, my back arched high in the air, dislodging the fanny at my face. The others stopped their ministrations and I found myself in a muddle of female bodies.

No one said anything for a while and then Diffoliba asked where I was from.

"I am from Planet Earth, Sol three, and I came here with my companion, The Traveller, but he has been imprisoned."

There were gasps and the girls all stood up and stepped away from me.

"Earth?" One of them queried.

"Yes, I am not sure if you have heard of it."

"Stay here, put your clothes on, I will go and find your original clothes. Do not move from here." And she was gone. I picked up my nude dress, purely because I did not feel entirely comfortable in a room full of seemingly dressed women who were eating their lunch, or was it dinner, I had no idea what the local time of day actually was.

The woman came back and handed me my clothes. I stripped and then dressed in my own clothes, causing much curiosity with my bra and knickers. I handed back the nude dress and stood not really knowing what to do.

As I was standing there I was grabbed by the arm and escorted back through the door and along the corridor, the long corridor, and then I was in the original room. Trev was standing there.

"Hello you," he said, "been having a good time?"

"No. What about you?"

"You will be silent" my female escort said. "You will be taken back to where you were found and you will leave this place, you are banished."

"Oh that's a bit harsh," Trev said, "I mean I like speaking, I was only speaking to the Skelfings just the other day, nice people, they understood me completely."

"I said silence, we are aware that you spoke with the Skelfings, everyone is aware. Now, be quiet and leave."

We were ushered out of the door and we hurried over to the cabinet, stepped behind it and we were back on Adventurer.

"That was a bit close," Trev said.

"They wouldn't tell me what they had done with you."

"Oh, I was in a sort of prison, isolated, apparently because I am a man."

"I was in a room full of women, they seemed to have fed me some sort of aphrodisiac and then gang raped me, not that I was objecting, and only after it was all over did they ask where I was from."

"And you told them?"

"Yes, Earth, Sol three."

"That explains that. A woman came to my cell and asked if I was the Traveller from Sol three. I didn't want to be pedantic, so I just said yes. She undid the cell and took me to that room to meet you, and there we are."

"Is this to do with what you did to the Skelfings by any chance?"

"By every chance. The Earth is protected and that means its inhabitants too, and they must believe I can wield some magical powers, they want me off their planet before I wreak some vengeance up on them. Hence the banishment too."

"Oh. Is that going to be a problem, you know, visiting other planets?"

"Only if they try and imprison or harm us, then it is our lucky card."

"You are going to have to teach me how to fly this, I don't want to be left stranded on an alien world."

"If I do that you won't have as much incentive to rescue me if I am in a predicament."

"If  could operate this thing, I could send a transmat to where you are and you could simply walk out."

"True."

"Where next?"

"You want to keep going?"

"Hell yes, I am a Traveller now."

"Oh, okay. Perhaps we could call you 'The Passenger,' how about that?"

"I prefer 'The Lover.'

"We are standing in the wrong room for that."

I walked over to him undoing my dress and pulling it over my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Wearing just my bra and knickers, I looked him in the eyes and fell to my knees. I pressed a hand against his fly and felt a growth, I pressed and the growth got harder. I undid his trousers and putting my hands at the waist, I pulled everything down, his dick springing forwards and pointing at me.

As I kissed the end of his dick, it twitched. I took it in my hand and rolled his foreskin back revealing his glans. I wrapped my lips around his glans and I sucked, my tongue playing with the little hole at its tip, my other hand supporting the weight of his balls. He began to push his dick forward, shagging my mouth his intent.

 

I eased my mouth a little more open, allowing his dick to push its way into my mouth, providing suction and licking it for lubrication. Trev began shagging my mouth, his dick pressing past my tonsils, pushing into my throat, and then back, sliding across my tongue, his balls swaying, heavy in my hand.

I released his balls and reached back, a fingernail sliding along his perineum, my pressure high, pressing hard against the sensitive skin, and when I pushed against his crinkle, Trev groaned and his dick thrust harder into my mouth.

I smiled inwardly, he may be an alien, but he was just a man who liked his arse pegged. He began to thrust deeper down my throat, his tempo increased, and his balls were slapping against my chin, drool was dribbling from my mouth, and my throat was getting a pounding. I pressed with my finger, harder, his natural resistance rejecting, my instance not relenting.

There was a squeeze and a relax and my finger was in, Trev thrust hard forward and his dick erupted, spewing his alien spunks down my throat, cooling my oesophagus as it travelled to my Earthwoman stomach. I realised he was grunting as he spunked, just a man then really.

I eased back, sucking the last dregs from him and then stood up, still in my bra and pants, him with his trousers around his ankles. I licked my lips and then kissed him.

"Where next?" I asked.

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