Day 2- Afternoon (Part 3)

“Great!” Ben replies and without further ado, his pasty palm wraps around Samus’s left boob and gives it a good squeeze.

What? What is he doing? Why is he groping my breast? No, maybe you’re mistaken, Samus. This is just the ‘custom’ he was talking about. He was the one who apologized for Mike earlier. I should give him a chance.

“Umm, this is part of the custom, right?” The blonde asks, her face grimacing slightly in discomfort as Ben’s groping increased in intensity.

“Yes, of course it is. It’s customary for us villagers to wash each other whenever we get in the bath. Come Mike, you join in too!” Ben answers smoothly.

“Don’t mind if I do!” On her right, Mike immediately starts manhandling her remaining tit with his grubby paw.

Ugh, now they’re both washing me. Why are they so rough?

Having never touched a woman in their lives, Ben and Mike had no idea how to treat a woman right. Instead, they treated Samus’s breasts like a stress ball, kneading the soft flesh using their perverted hands with a ferocity that only a touch-starved man could. Her pale white flesh soon reddened from the **** of which they groped her, imprinting her skin with the marks of their disgusting conduct.

‘I can’t even fit her puppies in my hand!’ Ben marveled at the size of the bounty hunter’s double Ds.

However, Mike’s attention was drawn to the capstone of Samus’s jugs, the cherry-pink bud that despite the rough treatment, was slowly stiffening from arousal. Unable to resist, Mike lowered his head and latched onto Samus’s right nipple, sucking at the hard nub like a baby.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Samus yelled out in revulsion at the sensation of his slimy mouth around her breast.

‘Dammit Mike.’ Ben cursed internally. ‘Why you gotta ruin everything?’

Thinking fast, Ben quickly said, “This is just another way of washing each other. In fact, it’s considered an act of reverence reserved for those higher on the social hierarchy.”

Ben had no idea what he was babbling. ‘Only a fool would fall for something as stupid as this.’ But when Samus let out no further protest, Ben realized that she’d believe almost anything.

“Then, don’t mind me.” He said as he joined Mike in feasting on Samus’s tits, licking and nibbling at her luscious mounds.

How did it come to this?

Samus wondered as the two men sucked away with gusto.

At least it’s not as rough as earlier…

Despite her lack of attraction towards the men, her body still reacted to their earnest ministrations and Samus began to feel a heat pool in the pits of her belly.

Ah… Something’s strange. My body feels so hot… If I look past how ugly they are, I guess they kinda resemble big babies?

Then, Samus spots something that reminds her that these two men were anything but babies. In front of both Ben and Mike, poking out of the water like a periscope, was a purple helmet-like object. Though the rippling water prevented her from getting a clearer glimpse, it didn’t take a genius to realize what it was.

Are they erect? But this should just be a normal body wash… Right? Something doesn’t seem right- ah!

Her train of thought is interrupted when Ben pulls away from her tits with a wet smack. Her nipple is engorged and twitching from his sickening slurping, the surrounding flesh reddened and marked by the man’s teeth.

“Shall we move on with the next custom?” Ben asks.

What happens next?

-The men wash Samus’s lower body

-The men ask Samus to wash their bodies

-If so, do they ask her to wash their dicks, or use her body to wash theirs?