12 comments/ 244787 views/ 53 favorites Well-Bred Family Ch. 01 By: MLG52 We were hustled on deck just after dawn; our captain was genuinely concerned about something. He pointed to another vessel on the horizon but coming in our direction. We watched it approach, and within an hour we realized it was likely a pirate craft rather than another cargo ship like our own. It was faster than ours, and considerably larger. My wife and I stood anxiously against the railing, along with my mother, my sister and her husband. We were on our way to the mission my father founded two years earlier, in 1852, with supplies, tools and farm implements not available on the east coast of Africa. Our church had finally raised enough money to fund the mission, and we were to join my father and help educate the local population. Mother had taken charge of the family and the fund-raising in father's absence. At the age of 44, she was considered level-headed and sincere, not given to frivolity or other nonsense; larger than most women, and even many of the men in our hometown. Mother stood very straight and commanded respect without raising her voice or changing her tone. Once in range, the other vessel fired a warning shot. Our captain told us our options were very limited. Pull up and let them board, or allow them to sink our ship. The water held certain death; we would drown if not eaten first. The pirates may also kill us, but perhaps only rob us and leave us alive. Mother insisted that, as Christians, we were obliged to seek the best in our fellow man. Therefore, we would trust in the conviction they would not harm us. I do not know whether she really believed that any more than the rest of us; we were all very frightened. As the pirates boarded our ship, we were pushed to the middle of the deck. The five of us were the only light-skinned people on board. No one offered any resistance. We brought only a few muskets, and they were packed away below deck. The leader of the pirates finally came on board; the crowd parted as he made his way to us. Our captain tried to intervene and claim responsibility for the ship, its crew and passengers. He was quickly knocked aside and kicked until unconscious. The pirate captain stood before us, closely examining the women. He was not like anything we could have imagined; scrawny and filthy, greasy hair, ragged clothes and a few pieces of gold jewelry. He carried a large, ugly knife, which he pointed at my wife. "You will take your clothes off, now." Although we feared the worst could happen to our women in this part of the world, we had not been confronted with that reality until now. I stepped between him and my wife, only to be twirled around to face her with the ugly knife at my right temple. I froze in position; a small trickle went down in front of my ear. I could not tell whether it was sweat or blood, until I saw the expressions on the faces of my family. "He means nothing to me. I can cut him and throw him overboard, and then make you naked any way. But it is more fun to watch you do it to yourself than to have my men remove everything. So, what will it be?" he said as I felt the point of his knife with a little more pressure. My wife was trembling so badly she could not move. So mother took a step forward, and said "She will comply with your wishes. We only ask that you not harm us." The captain laughed, and told her, "You are much more valuable to me unharmed. And you misunderstood. She was only to be the first; all of you will place your clothing in a pile over there. Be careful removing everything because it is worth more if not damaged." Mother looked him directly in the eyes, and said, "Then I will go first." She turned to my sister. "Elizabeth, please undo my laces in the back." She looked back at the captain and me, as my sister fumbled with the back of her dress. She never took her eyes off the pirate leader. Mother pulled her dress down and stepped out of it, then tossed it on the deck where he had indicated. My wife mentioned before the trip they would be dressing lighter than usual due to the extreme heat in Africa. So Mother had nothing left but the chemise and pantaloons. She lifted the chemise over her head, and stood defiantly topless in front of all of us. Barely hesitating, she pushed her pantaloons to the deck and tossed them on the pile. All that was left were her laced-up shoes. "You," he pointed to my brother. "Get down there and take off their shoes, starting with the old woman's. Put all the jewelry in that basket on the deck." Burgess knelt in front of my mother, trying hard not to notice her vagina at eye level. He quickly pulled them off and set them in the pile. He started to get up and move to my wife. "No!" the pirate yelled. "I said everything. Put her jewelry in the basket like I told you." Burgess was having difficulty keeping his hands from shaking. He stood in front of Mother, his chest against hers, as he reached around to undo her locket. As he backed away and looked down at her tits, Burgess blushed; she didn't. He turned to place it in the basket. "Rings, too, damn it. And be quick about it," he was ordered. Mother held her hand out for Burgess to remove her wedding ring. It took a few minutes; I doubt it had ever been off since she married Father. Then he went to my wife, lifted the front of her dress to remove her shoes, and on to my sister. All the while Mother stood staring at the leader, naked as the day she was born. But now her legs were, well, quite chubby when compared to my wife's. She had a pooch to her stomach that only partially hid the dark hair surrounding her crotch, and very, very large tits! They hung low; the dark circles around her nipples were also large, perhaps two to three inches across, with hard nipples sticking out almost an inch from her tits. Her dark hair was pulled back in a single braid. But at the moment, it was not the hair on her head that held my attention. She caught me looking at her crotch, but did not respond or object. Mother was nude in front of family and strangers, but appeared much calmer than the rest of us. Without turning around, Mother said, "Now, Elizabeth and Alison, you do exactly the same and do it quickly. Unlace each other, and place your clothing and jewelry with mine." Alison was slightly behind my sister, so she reached out to undo the laces. She had tears streaming down, but Elizabeth was sobbing loudly. Once untied, Alison helped Elizabeth step out of her dress. My sister was still shocked and not responding well. Alison quickly lifted Elizabeth's chemise, pushing her arms above her head to get it off. My sister was, quite frankly, fat. Her huge tits flopped from her chemise back to her chest, and bounced then just jiggled. The pirates laughed and pointed. The bottoms settled nearly to her waste; the nipples stuck out like Mother's, but the dark circles were even larger. Alison yanked Elizabeth's pantaloons down to her ankles, causing her stomach to plop and wiggle just like her tits did. Her gut overhung her vagina so it was not visible. The pirate leader ordered her to lift her gut to prove she was female. She still could not move, so Mother leaned over and lifted the gut high enough to view her pubic hair and her mound, then let go allowing it to wobble again. That's when it occurred to me that Elizabeth was so big, so wide, that I could not see my wife standing behind her. It must have dawned on the captain at the same time. "You, skinny woman, step around and strip," he ordered. Alison moved next to Mother, who unlaced the back of the dress. It was on the deck about the same time as the top came over her breasts and was thrown to the clothing pile. Before anyone had a good look at her tits, the pantaloons were on their way to the pile. She was obviously terrified. In the 5 months we had been married, Alison and I only had intercourse a dozen or so times. I had never seen her naked; it was always dark, or at the most, one candle in the corner of the room. Just twice had she pulled her nightgown above her breasts so I could feel them, but I had never actually seen them until now. Unlike Mother's and Elizabeth's large, hanging tits, Alison's were conical. Starting at the tips of the nipples, flowing back from the dark areas surrounding them, the breasts stuck out perhaps five to seven inches from her chest, only slightly pointing downward. Apparently this was unusual as it generated "oohs" and "ahhs" from the men around the deck. Her legs came to a perfect Y at the top, displaying something I had never really seen and only touched a few times. I could only stare until the captain pushed me roughly toward Burgess and barked, "You two next, and be quick about it." We had little time to view the three women until we were naked on deck as well. Pirates chuckled and pointed at us. My brother and I had half-erect penises; unavoidable after watching the women disrobe and stand nude in the middle of the deck. The captain walked over and lifted my penis with his knife, then asked me, "Which woman is yours?" I nodded toward Alison, and said "The one on the right." "The skinny one?" he asked. I nodded slowly. The captain laughed and looked around at his men, my penis still resting on the flat of his knife. "You're a lucky man. I don't think this little thing would make all the way into the fat one!" My sister and wife blushed brightly, but my Mother was still looking directly at the captain. He dropped my penis; I took a deep breath. Mother reminded him, "You said you would leave us unharmed. You have our clothing and jewelry, even our wedding rings, and you are welcome to whatever goods are on board. We have not resisted, but complied quickly and without any trouble. We are completely naked, so you have had your fun. Please leave us and let us go on our way." "I did give my word to leave you unharmed; that's true," he said as he smiled. "But I will not leave you here, unharmed, but over there, unharmed." He pointed his knife toward a large cove off our port bow. "We've been following you for two days, and timed our take-over of your vessel to allow us to offload you to our customers on shore." We looked and saw a small group of dark men emerge from the jungle to the beach. Some of the pirates had already begun lowering a boat to take us to shore. The captain pointed toward the boat, and said, "Only you whites will go. They won't pay us for anything else." "Excuse me, sir. Perhaps I should go with them. My village is quite a ways up the coast, but I might help them with the language. There are similar dialects among the tribes here." Mother looked at him, and said a small prayer under her breath. She had not mentioned Jeremiah, fearing he might also be in danger. The captain seemed shocked that a non-white spoke English so well. "Who the hell are you, and how do you come to speak like that?" "My name is Jeremiah, sir. As a boy, I was captured and sold to slavers. I was rescued shortly after, and raised by this family," he said, pointing toward Mother. "Then go to shore with these people; perhaps we will get a better price if these whites are able to talk with the locals. However, if the tribe is not willing to pay for you, we'll take you with the others to Madagascar. At least we'll get something for you there. The Queen is especially fond of Christians!" Those of us who understood English gasped; our servants began crying and begging, only to be shoved and punched by the pirates. Queen Ranavalona was known to despise and torture Christians. Some were simply thrown into fire pits; others were boiled alive or hung in such a way as to take hours to die. Her hatred stemmed, in part, due to their refusal to worship her instead of their god. Even when they faced execution, most remained calm and accepted their fates. Their refusal to beg for mercy, as other victims had, further infuriated her. Mother took a step toward the pirate captain. "Please let all of them accompany us. They will most probably be killed. They have caused you no harm, so please do not send them to her." The captain responded with an ugly laugh. "Why should I care about these servants and sailors? The Queen is running out of Christians to sacrifice, so now she is paying a premium. The tribe that is buying you will not pay anything for them. This one can go with you," pointing toward Jeremiah, "if they are willing to pay for him. Otherwise, he goes with the others." Jeremiah was ordered to leave his clothing in the pile before boarding the boat with us. I'm sure Mother bathed Jeremiah as a boy, but had not seen him nude since then. He stood before us, tall and well-built. He also received "oohs" and "ahhs" from around the deck. His penis hung loose, thick and almost to his knees. I noticed all three women staring at his body. Mother noticed me watching them, and then turned back to the captain. He pointed his knife toward the railing. "Get in the boat before I change my mind about him," nodding toward Jeremiah. I was roughly pushed to the side, climbed over the railing, then down the ladder to the waiting shore boat. Burgess was next, followed by Jeremiah. From below, I saw their penises swaying back and forth as they moved down to the boat. Burgess moved to the front; Jeremiah stood next to me to help the women down. Elizabeth was first, still sobbing as she moved toward us. Her butt was so big as to hide her rear hole. Her vagina was also large, but the hair was sparse enough to examine it closely as she descended. There was a bulge between her legs, with a thick, puffy slit up the middle. The whole vagina jiggled just like her butt and thighs; her tits and stomach were forced against the side of the ship as she clung to the ladder. Jeremiah held the ladder with one hand, while placing his other firmly on Elizabeth's butt. I did the same on the other side, holding on until she was safely in the boat. Alison was already on the way down by the time Elizabeth was settling on her seat. Her thin, smooth legs, small feet and small bottom, were pleasantly different than my sister's. Her pubic hair was slightly thicker, so the details of her vagina were not completely visible. However, her rear was small enough that her crack, with its puckered hole, was clearly evident. She was light enough that Jeremiah and I could hold her ass and lift her down. She moved to sit next to Elizabeth as Mother descended. This was the most awkward of all; my own mother. Her rear was large, but her back hole was still noticeable, surrounded by a light ring of hair. Between her legs I could see that her stomach stuck out a little, but not enough to hide her swaying tits as she climbed down to us. Her vagina was somewhat hairy, but easy to inspect from this angle. It puffed out from the inside of her thighs as did the others. However, in the middle of the slit, there were loose folds of skin, dark pink, thin, wrinkled and hanging nearly an inch lower than the rest of her vagina. It glistened with moisture, and her female scent was much more noticeable than the other two. We each held a cheek as she stepped into the boat. A wave struck the boat just then, so I grabbed Mother to keep her from falling overboard. I clutched her large tits until she steadied. She looked me in the eye, nodded slightly to assure me she was not offended, and then moved to the seat in front of the other women. The boat was pushed away, and the small pirate crew began rowing. Burgess and I sat together, facing the other four. Mother sat next to Jeremiah; each trying to avoid looking at the other's crotch. This unusual situation was too much to resist; I was looking back and forth, from one lap to the other. *** Nine black men waited on the beach with a pile of goods to trade as we pulled ashore. Seven pirates accompanied the six of us. A tall black pirate made a sign to the waiting men, and then began speaking in an unfamiliar tongue. We were herded forward, spread in a wide semi-circle with our backs to the sea. To my right were Burgess, Alison, Mother, Elizabeth then Jeremiah The leader of the locals surveyed the six naked captives, starting with me. He pointed to my crotch and said something that brought laughter to his companions and the negotiator. Burgess received just a shrug before the leader moved in front of Alison. He reached up with both hands and pulled hard on her pointed, cone-shaped tits. She screamed and tried to knock his hands away. He slapped her hard on the tit, grabbed her crotch with one hand and clenched a tit with the other, then lifted her off the sand! Alison started kicking her feet; he shook her until she quit struggling and went limp. She was thrown backwards onto the beach, landing on her rear and elbows. He moved to Mother. She stood silently as the native lifted and squeezed her large tits. He twirled her nipples between his fingers. They stared in each other's eyes as he reached down and inserted two fingers in her vagina. He moved them in and out, then around in a circular motion. Mother did not move or make a sound, and continued staring him straight in the eyes. The native withdrew his fingers and showed everyone how wet Mother was, soliciting cheers and chuckles. He reached back down and started tugging on the dark, loose skin hanging in the middle of her slit. I could see that he pulled hard, then squeezed it between his fingers. Mother flinched and let out a grunt. I was not sure what the extra skin was; I don't think Alison had the same thing, or at least not as visible as Mother's. Elizabeth was blubbering as the inspection was conducted on her. His fingers were just as wet when he displayed them, only this time he held them to his nose and grunted in disgust. He glanced quickly at Jeremiah, then went behind Elizabeth and grabbed her butt with both hands. It made her flinch and jiggle all over, which again caused chuckles among the men. The native leader moved behind Mother, pushed her shoulders to make her bend at the waist. From my angle, her massive tits swayed back and forth; I could not help staring. The man spread her cheeks, and apparently stuck a finger in her hole. She jerked and yelped, but did not move away. He raised his hand to his nose and said something which drew "ahhs" from his companions. The man moved in front of Mother, then pointed to Jeremiah and said something to the pirate negotiator. This started a heated discussion, with both men waving toward Jeremiah and yelling. Mother slowly rose up to see what the commotion was all about. "What are they talking about, Jeremiah?" she asked. "They are angry that I was brought with you. They only pay for light-skinned people, such as you or the Orientals. But not people like me. They want me to go back to the ship and leave," Jeremiah told her. "But, as a Christian, you will be killed in Madagascar!" Mother dropped to her knees, clasped her hands, looked toward heaven and began praying. This caused the native leader to turn and look down at her; he said something to Jeremiah. This made the others laugh hard. Jeremiah spoke quietly to Mother. "He thinks you are offering to pay him to take me with you, Ma'am." "Pay him? Pay him with what? I'm completely nude on this beach. Everything we own is on that ship, which is leaving without us. Even my wedding ring was taken. How can I possibly pay him anything?" This was the first time Mother lost her stolid composure. She was genuinely terrified at the thought of Jeremiah being tortured by the Queen of Madagascar. She raised Jeremiah from an early age, and treated him like her own, even though of a different color. "This is hard to say, Ma'am. He thinks you want to... he thinks you are offering to... uh, to... I cannot say it, Ma'am. When you kneeled to pray, it was taken as a sign of begging for my life. And that you would be willing to do anything to keep me with you. I must return to the ship. I cannot ask you to do this thing." Jeremiah was shaking, but looking directly at Mother. Well-Bred Family Ch. 01 She looked away from Jeremiah, to the native leader, and back to Jeremiah. "You must tell me what he said, what he thinks I am offering. I cannot save the others on the ship. But I raised you, and you are here with us now, so if there is at least a chance to keep you from being killed in Madagascar, I must try. I must try. I must!" Her bottom lip quivered. She looked up at the native in front of her as she waited for Jeremiah to answer. "I apologize, Ma'am. There is no civilized way to tell you what he said. He thinks you are offering to take his penis in your mouth, and to suck on it until... until he releases his seed. And if you swallow it, he will agree to take me with you. If you are not able to swallow it all, I will be sent back to the ship. I cannot ask you to do this, Ma'am. You are the only mother I have known, and this would be an unthinkable humiliation! Please let me return to the ship," Jeremiah pleaded. "Please, Ma'am, please do not do this thing!" All of us looked at Mother in horror. She had maintained her composure, until now. She visibly slumped, sank back until her rear was on her heels in the sand, and sat very still staring at the ground. There was a long pause as we waited for Mother to respond, or for them to withdraw the offer and send Jeremiah back with the pirates. She spoke so quietly, we strained to hear what she said. "Jeremiah, if I do not do everything in my power to save your life, I am just as guilty as those who would send you to your death. This is simply a test of my resolve. God is watching over us, and I believe, expects me to do this to keep you safe," she said as she looked around, speaking to all of us. "God expects each of us to make sacrifices to keep the group safe until your Father is able to rescue us from this... from this... hell on earth. Do you understand me? We will all do what they demand of us without resistance. We must remain passive to avoid giving these people reason to kill us. Is that understood?" Mother waited for each of us to respond, giving Elizabeth a fierce stare when she nodded meekly. "There can be no doubts, no hesitations. We must trust in God to deliver us safely from this place. Remember, Daniel's faith calmed the lions surrounding him" Mother turned to Jeremiah, "Tell him I will do this thing. Are you sure he will keep his word and allow you to go with us?" Jeremiah asked the leader of the natives, who nodded and said something back to Jeremiah. "Ma'am, he says if you can swallow his seed, this is a good omen, a good sign. He will do as he says. Are you sure you can do this thing, Ma'am?" Jeremiah was almost in tears. Mother replied, "No, Jeremiah. I am not sure I can... but I must. It is not a choice, I must try. Tell him to proceed." Jeremiah nodded to their leader, who then stepped up to where Mother was kneeling. He pulled his loincloth aside to reveal a penis nearly as big as Jeremiah's. She groaned, but rose off her heels to kneel within reach of him. Mother glanced at me, then back at his crotch as she slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She opened her mouth slightly, then placed her lips around the just the tip. Apparently she was waiting for him to release in her mouth. The native leader spoke angrily to Jeremiah, who then told Mother, "No, Ma'am, not that way. He is saying you are to slide his penis in and out of your mouth while you are sucking on it. Then he will give you his seed. He says you must aggressively suck, taking him deep into your mouth, or he will not honor the agreement. I do not know how else to tell you how he thinks you should be doing this thing." Mother muttered to herself, "God, please give me strength." Then proceeded to push the man's penis deeper in her mouth, in and out, and we could see her cheeks fluctuating as she sucked. Her hand was now wrapped firmly around the base where it met his stomach. Her pace quickened until we heard him begin to moan and pump her face. It took little time for him to explode down her throat. Mother coughed and gagged, but did not allow her mouth to come off his penis; she had to take it all, just as she had agreed to do in exchange for Jeremiah's life. He slowly backed away, replacing his penis in the loincloth as he nodded toward Jeremiah. Mother sank back on her heels and hung her head. She barely moved as the pirates and the natives finished their animated negotiations for the six of us. As the pirates began loading the animal skins and other valuables traded for us into the boat, the native leader pointed toward the ground and said something to Jeremiah. He hesitated before he translated. "He says they want to get back to the village before dark. We are to, uh, relieve ourselves here in the sand now so we do not have to stop along the way." Elizabeth shrieked. "Right now, right here? In front of you and all these other people?" This caught the attention of the pirates, who then delayed their departure to witness this exhibition. Mother snapped at her, "Do as you're told. Now... everyone!" She rose slowly from her knees and stood with her feet spread wide. In a few seconds, a yellow stream shot down between her legs to make a hole in the sand. "Alison? Burgess?" Burgess and I stood with our legs apart and held our penises as we began to pee. Jeremiah did the same. Alison spread her legs, but took a little longer before she could actually do it. I watched her looking around at the strangers, who were smiling to see this display. Elizabeth was nearly hysterical. But she set her feet wide apart, reached down to lift her gut and spread her lips apart. Her pee was released in short bursts; she continued sobbing after she was done. Before they left, the leader said something at length to Jeremiah. Again, Jeremiah hesitated before telling us what was said. Jeremiah said, "They are apparently pleased with the transaction. He said there have been many good signs at the beginning. He is pleased that two of the women are... fat. But he likes the pointed... tits, on the skinny one. It was good that we relieved ourselves right away without argument; he does not expect any troubles with us. And, Ma'am, he said that you taking his seed... in your mouth... indicates that you are very willing, and will serve their purposes well. He hopes the other two women are as... eager to serve as you appear to be." He hung his head in embarrassment, obviously not telling us all that was said about us. Mother looked puzzled. "What purpose is he speaking of, Jeremiah? They bought us as slaves. Undoubtedly they will work us until we are of no value to them, and then dispose of us. I am praying that Father can find us and gain our release before that happens." Jeremiah looked dejected. "They are only interested in Elizabeth, Alison and you. They accepted the men only as a way to ensure your, um, cooperation. I imagine we will have hard chores. But you, the three of you, were obtained primarily for... for... for breeding purposes. They are going to make you have babies. Fat, light-skinned women are especially prized for this. And the mixed children are of special value as well. The boys are trained as superior warriors; the girls are sold to slavers in the north." Jeremiah paused to look at Mother. "He says your time will be spent making children with the men of his tribe." By now, Elizabeth was nearly out of control, screaming and flapping her arms. Burgess and I grabbed her and held her tightly until she calmed down. It was a very strange sensation for me to have my arms wrapped around my sister's fat body, holding her rear in one hand and one of her tits with the other. Burgess was on her other side, with his hands in similar positions on his wife. I looked over my shoulder at Alison. There were tears streaming down her face again. With her left hand she was massaging her slapped tit. Her right hand was gently rubbing her vagina. She was shaking her head slowly and muttering to herself. Mother reached out and took Jeremiah's hand. "It is not your fault. I'm sure this is part of His grand plan; that we are supposed to be in this place at this time. The sooner we accept our fates, the less difficult it will be on everyone. If this is indeed His test of us, we must demonstrate that we trust in His judgment. I am sure we will survive and be stronger for the experience. Father will surely find us soon. When our ship fails to arrive as expected, he will begin searching. You will see, all of you; that it will be alright. Everything will be alright if we do not give them reason to harm us." With that, she led Jeremiah into the jungle after the first four men started down the trail. Alison was next; Burgess released Elizabeth and led her forward. I was followed by the remaining locals. Our family, including the adopted Jeremiah, was walking into a jungle somewhere on the east African coast, completely naked, no possessions whatsoever, and at the mercy of people we had seen for the first time only a couple of hours ago. Although I wanted to believe Mother, that this was part of His plan and He would protect us, I could not imagine how we would survive for very long. Mother had borne two children, Elizabeth and me. But my sister and my wife had never been pregnant. Elizabeth and Burgess were married a short time before Alison and I were. I don't think their sexual experiences could be much more than ours. Elizabeth had always been prudish, even more so than Alison. I seriously doubted whether any man, including Burgess, had ever seen her in anything less than her undergarments. I'm sure that's why she's been so panic-stricken. She'd been paraded around naked for hours and now discovered she was to be bred to total strangers. She stumbled along in front of me as Burgess guided her down the trail. In a few hours' time, the six of us were exhausted and perspiring heavily. Streams of sweat were flowing down Elizabeth's back, and dropping from her large butt just in front of me. I'm sure Mother was trying to gain us a rest when she asked Jeremiah to tell the leader she needed to relieve herself again. Jeremiah conveyed the message forward. The leader didn't break pace or even turn around, but we heard him respond to Jeremiah. "Ma'am, you must do it while you walk. He will not stop," Jeremiah told Mother, loud enough for all of us to hear. Elizabeth started whining, "But I have to go, too. Only, not just, not just... like we did on the beach. I have to go... both places! Please, Jeremiah, make him stop." Jeremiah translated, then shared the leader's response, which brought laughter from his men. "Elizabeth, he says you must also do this while you walk. Then, whoever is behind you must watch his step. I am sorry; he won't stop." After fifteen minutes or so, there was a slight curve in the trail. I could see all the people in line ahead of me. It was then I noticed a stream between Mother's legs, partially tricking down the inside of her thighs. She was peeing while we walked along! In a few yards, I stepped on wet leaves. Burgess was next, following closely behind Alison. He could not move back; Elizabeth was staying very close to him. A solid yellow stream shot from his penis and landed on Alison's butt. She squealed and turned to look over her shoulder, but kept walking as he peed on her back and legs. Jeremiah did the same to Mother's backside; she didn't look back or slow down. There was nothing to be done; it couldn't be helped. Alison's spray was wider than Mother's, and shot slightly behind her toward Burgess' feet. He ignored the wetness; we were all exhausted. Elizabeth had a large, long release of her bladder which sprayed down and back. My feet were completely wet. Then, she emptied her intestines in front of me as we walked down the trail. I tried not to step in it. But the trail was narrow; I had nowhere else to go. Alison soon had to release hers as well; we stepped in that also as we passed. I share these disgusting details with the reader only to demonstrate how radically our world had changed since awakening to the alarm on deck, warning of an approaching ship. In our sheltered, simple, devout lives, we could not possibly have imagined such a drastic turn; nor could we have envisioned any of the humiliating acts forced upon us. My wife, sister and mother forced to strip completely, in front of family, servants, crew and pirates. I had never seen any of them nude before. Then Burgess and I, and finally Jeremiah, were naked as well. Looking up into the private areas of all three women as I helped them into the shore boat, and knowing Jeremiah saw the same things. Watching a black stranger squeeze my wife's tits and throw her to the sand, fondle and finger my mother and my sister, then stick a finger into Mother's rear hole. Mother being forced to choose between sending Jeremiah to certain death in Madagascar, or willingly taking the black man's seed in her mouth and swallowing it. The six of us urinating on the beach in front of everyone. And now, walking down a jungle trail with urine and feces on us. And I'm ashamed of my self-pity as I remembered the rest of our party would be tortured and executed in Madagascar, nothing more than a revengeful pastime for their evil queen. I should be grateful that none of our women had been raped; Mother made the right choice to save Jeremiah, even paying such a repulsive price. But it had not been rape had it? She agreed to do it. Now, the three women in my family were going to be bred to black strangers. If they chose to submit and do it willingly, to avoid harm to us all, that could not be rape either, could it? With my very limited sexual experiences, I could not picture how that would take place. It was obvious they intended to keep us all nude; something we would have to get used to. Would the women go from hut to hut, or stay in one hut with men coming to them for sex? Would they have their own individual huts, or have sex in one hut? Would they do it all at the same time, or go in rotation of some sort? How often would they have to have sex; every day? How many men in a day or night or week? What else would they be expected to do? What would Burgess, Jeremiah and I be doing while they had sex? What would happen to the women after they got pregnant; after they had the baby, or babies? How often would they have to get pregnant; once, twice, three times? What would they do with the women, and us, after they were through using them to make babies? How long had they been capturing women to make babies? Were there other captives where we were going? Unfortunately for us, we had no knowledge or background which would have prepared us for the ordeals we would soon encounter. At that time, I knew of no words to describe what we would see, nor what we would be expected to do. The concepts did not even exist in our world. It was not certain we would survive. Had we known what to expect, and how it would change us all, perhaps we would have chosen to take our chances with the other Christians on their way to Madagascar. At least their nightmares would be brief; torture then execution. Ours would drag on for years. Well-Bred Family Ch. 02 The trail broke out into the open, heading downhill toward a small river. On the other side, we could make out fires and huts in the dusk. The leader stopped at the edge of the river and waited for all of us to gather. Then he said something to Jeremiah, which made the others laugh and point. Jeremiah said, "He wants us to wash in the river before we cross into the village. He says stink does not make a good first impression. We need to be presentable to his chief, and the Big Mama." No one asked what the Big Mama was; we were too tired to express much interest. As we waded knee-deep into the river to begin washing, some of the locals escorting us approached the women and started scrubbing them everywhere. At first the ladies shied away and tried to fight them off, but soon relented and resigned themselves to the fact this was something they would need to get used to... strange hands on private parts of their bodies. We sank to our knees and dunked our heads. The water felt good, and it was a relief to wash away the sweat, the urine and feces from our bodies. The locals took extra time to rub the brown away from Alison's and Elizabeth's rear ends and inner thighs. As we were told, stink would not make a good impression. The women were too tired to resist further as their legs were spread wide, and water was forced up into their vaginas and rear crack to make them fresh as well. We waded to the other bank, and stood there dripping while a large crowd of black men, women and children surrounded us, pointing and chattering loudly. The women wore brightly colored wraps of thin material; men wore loin clothes, while toddlers ran naked or were held on the hips of women. For some reason, I had the impression that African villages were small, with no more than 50 to 100 people. But this crowd was already larger than that, and more were still coming down the hill to the river. Huts and fire pits spread up the hill in every direction. Our captors transferred responsibility for our custody to an unusual collection of men and women. Each was taller than average, muscular and serious looking. Their hair was dyed a bright orange-yellow color. However, unlike the other villagers, they were completely naked but carried large knives or long spears, and were apparently responsible for managing the captives. They took us up the hill a hundred or so yards to the right, to what appeared to be fenced-in corrals of some sort. Vertical sticks woven together to make penned enclosures a little over four feet high. As we approached, we could see men and women standing up in the pens, curious about the excitement being generated. Two gates were pulled open. Burgess, Jeremiah and I were pushed into the one in the middle. The women went in the right one; we soon discovered the left one held some cattle and goats. Their stink did not make a good impression, either. We were being treated as livestock! Placed in pens, not even covered huts. Once inside, we were approached by two naked white men. One was about my height but much heavier; the other was a short, wiry man who was bald on the top of his head but had long, stringy hair on the sides and back. He spoke first. "I am Andre, and this is Jacques. He is from France, but speaks a little English. I'm from New Orleans and speak a little bit of French." Pointing to another man sitting against the fence, he said, "That guy's from Portugal, but doesn't speak French or English. He only arrived a short while ago; so far we have not communicated much, only sign language." I introduced myself, then Burgess and Jeremiah. "What is this place, and why were we brought here? We are on a mission to build a church and school farther up the coast. We've done these people no harm. They've stripped our women naked as well, and touched them... well, in private areas." Andre chuckled, and then translated to the other man. "They will very soon be more than just touched. Your women were brought here to breed with the locals. You three were kept alive as a mere convenience to service them and to be used as leverage to make sure they are more willing to participate. I don't understand why they kept him, though," nodding at Jeremiah. "They've only used whites and Asians in the breeding since I've been here." I explained that Jeremiah was essentially part of the family, having been raised with us since an early age, and he also understood the local language. I didn't elaborate about the price Mother paid to keep him with us. "Have a seat, and I will tell you how we got here and about our experiences since arriving three, maybe four, years ago now. There are no seasons here, so it is hard to tell." "I was captured and brought here with my wife and two daughters. We owned a brothel in New Orleans, a successful one. I ran the business while my wife, Monique, managed the prostitutes. She had some favorite clients she would take upstairs herself on occasion. It was just business, nothing to get jealous about. We wanted our daughters to live different lives, so we married them off. But one husband died, and the other ran off with another woman. Lulu and Melissa, or Missy, were forced to come back home and work in the family business. It was awkward at first. I only saw them nude a couple of times when they were moving from one room to another. And I never had any physical interactions with them, until we got here, that is." "I made some foolish gambling decisions, and we were forced to leave New Orleans on very short notice. We gained passage on the first ship leaving, which happened to be on its way to Hong Kong in the Orient. Bad weather forced our ship to go farther up the African coast than anticipated. It was badly damaged in the storm, so we took to the long boats hoping to find shore. As far as I know, ours was the only one to make land. It was just our family, an elderly woman and one of the crew men." Andre continued with his story. "A couple of hours after we landed, a group of black men emerged from the jungle onto the beach. Of course, we couldn't understand a word they were saying, but they proceeded to strip us all down, jewelry, shoes, everything. We're there naked on the beach, and some of the men begin examining the women, checking their tits, cunts, asses." I wasn't familiar with those terms, so Andre took a few minutes to explain about pussies and dicks, assholes and peckers, orgasms and cum, various forms of oral, anal and vaginal sex; and a lot of other new words and concepts that I would be using soon. "Monique and the girls were used to being naked in front of strangers, and of course being checked out wasn't unfamiliar, either. But I felt sorry for the old woman; she was nearly hysterical. Her tits were flat and sagging; her butt and pussy were puckered and small. So they decided to take us and leave the crew man and the old woman behind. They were left there naked, had no food or water, and him with a broken leg. I can't imagine they lasted very long. We walked for about a day and a half to get here." "I'm sure Monique and the girls are at this moment trying to prepare your women for what is to be. There will be an initiation ceremony for you new arrivals. These people seem to be ritual-crazy. To be extremely candid, your women will have sex with dozens of men tomorrow." In the pen next to us, we could hear Elizabeth sobbing again. Alison was muttering, "No. No. No," and we could hear Mother whispering prayers trying to soothe the other two. Andre took the next hour, perhaps longer, explaining what happened the morning after they arrived, and what would happen to us tomorrow. He told us about the natives with the bright yellow-orange hair, which he called the "Keepers." They were captives from other tribes, but trained to guard the white breeding females and their men. Their hair was regularly died so they could easily be identified if they tried to escape, and they were naked because being covered was a privilege only for adult and adolescent tribal members. *** The sun had been up for a little while when the Keepers opened the gates and brought in food and fresh water. I didn't know what it was; it didn't look or smell very good. But when you're hungry, that's not as important. They gave us a little time to finish, then opened the gates again and guided us back down to the river. In addition to the six of us men, there were 14 women breeding captives. The Keepers began scrubbing the newcomers; the other captives were already busy washing themselves. A burly woman with large breasts took me by the arm to waist-deep water, and began washing me from the head on down. She didn't hesitate when she got to my genitals and my rear; it was all the same to her, but very uncomfortable for me. As I looked around, I saw Mother, my wife and Burgess each being scrubbed by large male Keepers. Jeremiah was being scrubbed by a tall, skinny woman; Elizabeth had a man and a woman washing her big body. One lifted a tit while the other washed underneath it; then the other tit. Elizabeth's gut was raised to wash between her legs. Until seeing her naked, I had not realized how fat my sister was. All three women gasped as the Keepers chopped off their long braids and flung them in the river. Now their hair hung just above their shoulders; I'd never seen them without the braids of our faith. The male Keepers were all taller than me; big chests and muscular arms and legs. Even their rear ends seemed powerfully built. Another common trait was their penises; each nearly twice as long as mine and Burgess' and half-again as thick. They seemed even a little larger than Jeremiah's. It was very odd to watch their penises and sacks dangle and sway as they scrubbed the captives. I glanced over and noticed Mother staring at the crotch of the male washing Alison, while Mother was being scrubbed from behind. She lifted her arms above her head so the man could reach around and wash her breasts, then spread her legs so he could clean her down there as well. Alison was almost like a rag-doll; limp and not protesting at all, almost distant as though she was thinking of something, or somewhere, else. Elizabeth was whimpering, but chose not to resist the two Keepers tending to her. The Keeper washing Jeremiah was thin with long legs, and had small, roundish tits with little nipples. In the past 24 hours, I had not only seen my wife nude for the first time, but my mother and sister as well. And now we were being bathed by naked black men and women. This was much too bizarre to be able to comprehend in such a short time. We were ushered toward the shore, where more Keepers were waiting with the other 14 captives. They didn't bother to dry any of us. We marched single-file toward the center of the village, passing through a long gauntlet of curious and excited, chattering locals. They pointed at the six new arrivals, and made gestures I didn't understand. Except for toddlers being carried by their mothers or perhaps sisters, everyone wore a wrap or loincloth of some sort. That's when it occurred to me that none of us bothered to attempt modesty by covering our private areas as we walked. In only a day's time, we had already become adjusted to being paraded naked in front of black strangers. The group of huts ended into a very large cleared area. The 14 other captives formed a line to the left, then lowered themselves and sat cross-legged. It was then I noticed that two of them were very pregnant, and one seemed perhaps half-way along. Some of the women had some sort of body markings, tattoos? I didn't have time to scrutinize the rest of the group before the six of us were jostled into position by the Keepers. We formed an inverted "V" shaped wedge, opening toward the far end of the village. Burgess, Jeremiah and I were on the left, with our backs to the other captives. Elizabeth, Alison and Mother formed the other side of the wedge, facing us. The Keepers nudged our legs apart, then pulled our hands behind our heads. I must admit it was provocative to see our three women with their chests pushed out and their legs spread. I took the time to look at the tits and crotches of each one. I did not believe there could be any harm in gazing at the same views (and body parts) as the hundreds of strangers surrounding us. As I finished looking at Mother's breasts, I saw that she was examining the three of us as well. When our eyes met, she offered a very slight smile of reassurance. I knew she was thinking that this was somehow part of a greater plan, and that she believed my father would soon be here to retrieve us. I didn't have any way of knowing whether Andre's wife and daughters had been as candid or detailed about the extreme initiation ceremony planned for us today; he was very blunt. Although today would have ceremonial aspects for the villagers, the primary purpose was to shock us to the point of complete and total submission. Before the day was over, the six of us would be subjected to unimaginable humiliation and physical torment. Andre said all of our senses would be transformed, overwhelmed: sight, smell, taste, touch and hearing. After this, we would have little, if any, resistance to the expectations which would be placed on us during our captivity. I was curious as to whether the women were aware of this but very composed, or naïve about the changes that would affect all of us for the rest of our lives. That's when the drums began beating, and we noticed a brightly decorated group proceeding slowly in our direction from the other end of the village. Unlike the rest of the villagers we'd seen, the women leading this pageantry were nearly naked. They wore necklaces of shells which were wrapped several times around each tit to lift them and make them bulge outward. They also wore belts made of shells, with a thin token of grass leaves hanging down. Andre addressed the symbolism the night before. The tits were made to appear full, ready to be milked. The skirts, such as they were, indicated ready accessibility, with their pubic hair clearly visible. These were the village matrons who were anxious to get pregnant. Life in this part of the world was harsh enough to have an almost insurmountable infant mortality rate. Father had also mentioned this in his letters. Over half of the babies would not reach their second birthday due to diseases, the natural violence of the jungle, and raids by other tribes seeking breed able females but not wanting the burden of young mouths to feed. So infants and toddlers were either left behind to die or sold to slave traders. For the villages within this tribal area to survive, women were expected to stay in a nearly continuous stage of pregnancy. Within two months of childbirth, a mother would begin actively pursuing pregnancy again. Except for the six or seven days a month of her "cycle," she would participate in vaginal intercourse at least twice daily. One of these times was with her husband, the other time a man selected by Big Mama. Unmarried or widowed women would mate with three different men per day, again selected by Big Mama. This allowed them to continually demonstrate their sexual prowess to potential mates until chosen for marriage. If they became pregnant before marriage, their families would accept the baby into the household. As they slowly marched closer, I had the opportunity to observe their bodies. Some had large, floppy tits which bounced as they walked; others barely stuck out even with the help of the shell bondage. There were very dark areolas, some as large as perhaps three inches across, with flattened nipples. Some women had small areolas with longer, pointed nipples. There were a couple who had areolas and nipples that appeared to be black balls attached to their tits, almost like smaller tits on top of larger tits; very odd looking. They danced in time with the drum beats, feet pointed outward, knees bent, and bodies dipping slightly as they moved forward. With each step, they pulled the grass fronds apart and pumped their groins outward, then grunted or moaned or simulated an orgasm. I was starting to use and understand Andre's brief vocabulary lesson. It was embarrassingly stimulating for a naked man standing in full view of his mother, wife and sister. With my hands behind my head, I was unable to conceal the effect this was having on my penis. I could also see similar consequences for Jeremiah and Burgess. All three of us had dicks pointed straight out in front of us. Elizabeth was staring at us, wide-eyed and frightened. Alison showed little emotion, and Mother just observed us calmly. The women marched through the middle of our "V," reaching out to fondle our women on the other side, and play with testicles and penises on our side. Occasionally I'd notice one of our women flinch as a marcher twisted a tit or inserted a finger in the vagina as she passed by. After going through the vertex of the "V" the matrons circled to form a line behind the women. That's when the symbolism of having us in this configuration occurred to me; they were like sperm going up the canyon. They quickly unwrapped the beads from around their breasts, ripped the grass strips from their waists and dropped the decorations on the ground in front of them. The women sat nude and cross-legged facing us, making their pussies (Andre's term) very obvious. The drumming stopped for a few seconds, then started again with a slow, steady beat. The crowd in front of us opened wider, allowing our first view of what appeared to be the king or chief of the tribe. He was brought forward on some type of seat carrier, hauled on long poles by four very large Keepers. The chief was a heavy-set middle-aged man with a grim expression. They set him down about 20 feet in front of the women's side of the captive's "V." I was not prepared for what came next. Eight male Keepers struggled to carry a woman, presumably "Big Mama" according to Andre's description. She was placed aside the chief, in front of our side of the "V." She was very dark with a somber expression, and unlike the other villagers, completely naked like us. I could not estimate her weight, but she seemed to be easily three of me. Big Mama's breasts were each the size of grain sacks, with large black nipples resting on top of her legs as she sat. Her thighs were proportionally huge and her calves about the size of my thighs. I was still examining Big Mama when more women emerged between her and the chief. There were five women of different races, also totally nude. They had tattooed designs around their breasts and crotches, and each had a bright red, circular scar just above the tops of their vaginal slits. Andre was told it was a brand, burned into them as a mark of honor. These were called the "Seers" because it was believed they could foretell pregnancies, even the genders of the unborn, just by certain evaluations they conducted on women. It was said that the Seers had been captives who successfully bred with locals multiple times, and had since become willing participants in the culture. Each had been taught her skills by Big Mama. It was hard to believe these predictions were possible; Andre said the results were virtually infallible, something not yet discovered in American or European societies. The Seers continued slowly dancing toward us, with tits and butts projecting out with the beat of the drums. As they circled around our group, Keepers helped Big Mama stand up just as the drums stopped. She walked up to the opening of our "V" and looked each of us. At the same time, I noticed the leader of the group that captured us walk up and stand at the point of our "V" and look directly at Big Mama. In a loud and stern-sounding voice, Big Mama spoke to the group leader while pointing at Jeremiah. From his facial expressions, voice tone and gestures, it appeared he was explaining something to her. Then Jeremiah whispered that she was upset that he brought a black man with the other captives. He was pleading his case; Jeremiah said the man took it as good omens that he understood their language and that Mother offered to swallow the man's seed in exchange for Jeremiah's life. Well-Bred Family Ch. 02 Big Mama turned to address Jeremiah; he responded, and there was a brief conversation during which Big Mama pointed toward Mother several times. Then Jeremiah spoke to Mother. "The woman they call Big Mama wants you to confirm the group leader's story. That you took his seed in your mouth to keep me with you." Mother was listening to Jeremiah, then slowly turned to look at Big Mama. She nodded her head, indicating it was true. Big Mama spoke again to Jeremiah. "She says she wants to witness this good omen herself, and for you to demonstrate to her people that you are able to do this. I am very sorry, Ma'am; she said this time you must... you must... she says you have to... take my seed. It is not necessary, Ma'am. I cannot expect you to do this thing. I have already disgraced you by allowing you to take him in your mouth. I will tell her this is not possible," Jeremiah said to Mother. "She wants me to take your... penis in my mouth and swallow your... seed in front of all these people? Oh, God, no! Jeremiah, what will happen if I do not do it?" "Big Mama says that if you do not believe I am worth saving, she has no need for me either." "Oh, God. Wait... Jeremiah, tell her, tell her I will do it." Mother then looked again at Big Mama, and nodded her head in acceptance. Big Mama pointed at Jeremiah, and gestured for Mother to begin. Mother lowered her arms, walked slowly to him, then dropped to her knees. She hesitated before reaching up to hold his semi-erect penis, leaned forward and began licking it up and down. Then she placed her mouth around the tip. Jeremiah grunted and flinched. Mother started moving her head back and forth, taking his penis in a little farther each time. Standing next to them, I could see her right cheek bulging and flexing. Jeremiah started moaning and moving his hips slightly back and forth. It didn't take long for him to seize up, his muscles tense, at which time Mother sucked harder and I could see her throat moving as she swallowed in big gulps. It was all over in just a minute or so; then Mother backed off and licked him clean then stood in front of him. Their eyes met; I believe she wanted him to know that he was part of our family, and she would do whatever was necessary to keep us alive. Big Mama said something to Jeremiah, then pointed to Burgess. "Ma'am, she says now Burgess if you want to keep him, too. I'm sorry, Ma'am." Mother nodded slightly, looked over her shoulder at Big Mama, then kneeled in front of Burgess and repeated the process. He was already fully erect before she started, so it took very little time for her to completely drain him. She licked him clean then stood and turned to walk back to her position with Alison and Elizabeth. Big Mama said something while pointing to me. Mother did not need Jeremiah to translate this time. Mother stood in front of me, gazed into my eyes for a moment, with tears starting to swell up. "I'm so sorry, Jacob. I can't believe this is happening to us," she said before dropping to her knees a third time. I was also fully erect after watching her with Jeremiah and Burgess. I was very close to an orgasm anyway just from the circumstances, seeing naked dozens of naked women dancing in provocative manners. I doubt that it took a whole minute for me to explode in Mother's mouth. She was able to swallow everything, just as with the other two. After licking me clean, she stood and returned to stand by my sister and my wife, placing her hands behind her head as before. In spite of all that had happened so far, Mother still displayed a sense of defiant pride; she would not let anything "break her" and would sacrifice as necessary to keep us together and safe. Big Mama nodded her approval; the leader of the group that captured us bowed and backed away from the "V." This was the signal for the Seers to begin their examinations. They started with Alison. One Seer pinched and pulled on her breasts, testing the nipples by rolling them between her fingers. Another knelt behind Alison, where the Seer appeared to spread her butt cheeks and stick a finger in the hole. This made Alison squeal and jump. The Seer in front of her slapped a tit hard and put her hands back behind her head. A third Seer knelt in front of Alison, reached up and spread her vaginal lips for a closer look. She then stuck fingers up inside, then smelled and tasted them after she pulled them out of Alison. Big Mama waddled over, and the Seer held her hand out for Big Mama to smell Alison's scent. The other came from behind Alison so Big Mama could smell the finger from the back hole. Big Mama reached out and squeezed one of Alison's tits, then grunted and moved in front of Mother. The Seers examined Mother in the same manner, and Big Mama smelled fingers and squeezed both of Mother's tits. She also forced Mother's mouth open to see what remained of the seeds from the three of us before moving on to Elizabeth. Elizabeth was sobbing again. Seers not only had to slap both of her tits and her rear end, but also had to force her hands back behind her head twice. Big Mama turned to say something to Jeremiah. He told us, "She is pleased that Elizabeth is... fat. Remember, Andre told us that large white women are especially prized in this village. Big Mama says Elizabeth must learn to be obedient and submissive, or it will be very hard for her here." As Big Mama strolled slowly back to her seat, Keepers spread rolled-up grass mats across the open part of the "V" in front of us. There were rounded holes in the center of each matt. Three of the Keepers dug holes in the ground and placed some type of pottery in the bottom, then rolled the mats all the way open, with the holes over the pots. They then turned their attentions toward our women as the drums started beating again. Two Keepers each began gently rubbing Alison, Elizabeth and Mother all over their bodies; they appeared to be massaging them. After a few minutes, the Keepers moved all of us to the mats. We were pushed to the ground, and rolled over on our backs. The women were positioned so that their crotches were directly above the pots in the ground; the men were positioned in the other direction -- our feet by their heads, in inverted "Y" configurations. Some Keepers held us down, while others tied ropes to our hands and feet. Our arms were pulled up above our heads, with the rope then staked into the ground so we could barely move our heads. Our legs were pulled wide and staked in that position. The drum beats intensified as the Keepers backed away. Then a woman, one of the matrons who paraded past us earlier, stood at my feet and began dancing in a completely vulgar manner! She was bouncing her ample tits wildly while flexing her knees out to the side revealing more of her vagina. Then she reached between her legs and pulled her lips apart; the bright pink was a high contrast to the rest of her very dark body. She started pumping her hips back and forth, an obvious gesture of intercourse. The woman was smiling at me the whole time. She turned around, bent over and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Curiosity got the better of me, so I lifted my head to see what she was showing off. I could see her butt hole, her thick pussy lips, and her, well... large and quite frankly beautiful tits swaying back and forth. Then I noticed her face; white teeth smiling at me upside-down. With my head lifted slightly above my arms, I could see that other women were dancing in the same manner in front of Alison and Mother on either side of me. From that angle, I could not see what their reaction was; mine was vertically obvious. The drumming stopped. The dancers moved to stand over our heads; we were looking directly up into their crotches. They lowered themselves onto our faces, and the drumming began a slow, steady beat. My head was pinned between my arms. A black woman had her vagina virtually on top of my nose and mouth. I smelled sweat and urine, as well as her ass and the unique aroma of a woman's pussy, all at once. She reached down and began masturbating right on top of me! Her pelvis moved back and forth with the beat of the drums, sliding her pussy lips up and down my face. It wasn't long before I could feel the wet sticky discharge from her vagina; she was lubricating quickly. As she got closer to orgasm, the pace and her moans intensified, until she cried out, followed by a sloppy release of her fluids. I had to swallow to breath. The taste was earthy, pungent, salty and somewhat slimy. Of course, I had never experienced anything like that in my marriage; it just wasn't done in our small world. The woman wiped her crotch over my face a couple more times before rising and walking away. This allowed me to hear Mother and Alison gasping for air as they experienced the same treatment. A smaller, thinner woman appeared between my legs and began dancing. This one had small tits, pointed upward; perky in fact. Her crotch was darker, bushier, so when she pulled her lips apart the color contrast was even more than the first woman's. When she turned to bend over and spread her ass toward me, her tits were barely visible from that angle. By the time the signal was given for the women to sit on our faces, she was already extremely wet. Her female scent overpowered the other smells from her crotch. I'm pretty sure from her passionate noises and gestures that she had several orgasms while on top of me. The third woman was very large. Perhaps half the size of Big Mama, but in similar proportions. Thick thighs and hips; a tummy roll over her crotch, and tits about the size of my head. It was fascinating to watch, however. There was more than enough fat to make the wiggling body parts motivate me in a bizarre way. I didn't think it was possible for my penis to get any harder, until she turned around and I saw fat, almost inviting pussy lips, along with the sight of bulbous tits swaying almost to her knees. I was afraid when she sat on me the rolls would smother me. But she was experienced, and spread her thighs wide and stayed far enough above my head to allow me to breathe while she masturbated. Her scent was much stronger than the first two women's. But staring straight up at those tits took my mind off everything else. As she hit climax, she lowered her pussy directly onto my face, forcing me to hold my breath for almost a minute. When she lifted, I gasped for air. The second time she dropped down, it wasn't quite all the way. I was so turned-on at that point that I lifted my head and began licking her pussy! This apparently triggered another of her orgasms; my face got wetter, and she got louder and even more pungent. I kept licking. The next three women became a blur; I honestly can't remember much about any of them. Except that the sixth and final woman seemed to enjoy rubbing her ass hole as well as her pussy up and down my face. That was unpleasant, to say the least, so I was relieved when she stood and walked away. The drumming stopped. I was able to see the women on either side of me stand and walk away from Alison and Mother. I had a peculiar and improper interest in what their thoughts were of this ordeal. But I would not find out until days later when our daily "routines" began. There were giggles and squeals from over my shoulder, apparently coming from the group of matrons seeking pregnancy. One of the Seers led a dancer to stand above Alison's head. Another Seer positioned a dancer above me, then Mother and on down the line. Andre explained for this part of our "indoctrination" the Seers selected the best, most provocative dancers for the honor of public intercourse with several men. As the drumming began again, the women positioned their crotches above our faces, but this time facing toward our feet. This offered a closer view of their ass holes, but the idea was to have their vaginas directly above us. They were on their hands and knees, so not right on our faces as before. A Keeper positioned himself next to her side. Then I looked up and saw a large penis about to enter the vagina swaying over me. The Keeper reached back and spread her pussy lips with one hand while using the other to guide the man's penis into her. Andre said this was an important part of their culture; something that roughly translated into the "Welcoming Womb." Men were eagerly invited to plant their seeds in hopes of the esteemed status of pregnancy for the recipient. Looking straight up I had a close view of him pumping her. The slickened penis going back and forth; her lips being pushed and pulled in and out. It was, quite frankly, a mesmerizing sight. I heard her groaning loudly, and noticed her wiggling her hips in encouragement. By lifting my head a little, I could see the Keeper massaging her right tit, pulling it down as if milking it. Shortly after that, she lowered the top half of her body enough to wrap her lips around my penis and began sucking me. I was watching her tits being played with while right above me her pussy was being (pleasantly) hammered. She sucked harder and harder until I exploded. I was so far beyond reality that I lifted my head far enough to be able to eagerly lick her pussy and his dick as it went in and out! I was so immersed in the whole sexual environment that it seemed like the normal thing to do. As he finished and pulled back, two drops of his sperm fell on my forehead and cheek. Another man quickly took his place, and the Keeper guided the penis in the now sloppier hole. As she was being pumped, she was gently sucking on my dick again, swirling her tongue around and around the tip. I popped again, in her mouth. She swallowed and kept licking. During this stage of the ordeal, there was some excitement. I could hear Alison shrieking loudly and struggling hard against the bindings the whole time people were fucking on top of her. At the end, two Seers stood between Alison's legs and pointed to her crotch, giggling and smiling as though impressed. I would learn later that day what the excitement was all about; Andre explained it to me in the corral. Alison was what, in his line of business, was called a "squirter." According to him, fluids would shoot out of a squirter's vagina during orgasms. Two women who worked for the whorehouse described their experiences to him and his wife. In short, they would become very sensitive and their orgasms would intensify as they were "squirting." It was also decided that they needed to inform their clients so they would not be shocked or think the prostitutes were peeing on them. Squirters were rarer than fat white women, and held in even higher regard. I never knew this about Alison, and I doubt she had known about it before reaching new levels of stimulation as had occurred that day. As I listened to Alison have repeated and apparently extreme orgasms, the penises above my head continued to change. Each time one pulled out, a glob of goo would drop on my face. Four more men knelt and pounding the pussy above my face, before the drumming stopped again. By that time, sperm was dripping out of her pussy in clumps, right on to my nose and lips. For the first time in my life, I tasted a man's fluids; musky, also salty and slimy and somewhat lumpy. Jeremiah, Burgess and I were cut loose and were directed to kneel next to one of our women. I was between Mother and Alison; Jeremiah between Alison and Elizabeth, and Burgess on the other side of Elizabeth. We were next to the calves on their legs, facing the upper portions of their bodies. I glanced at Alison's body. Her pussy was quite visible, and the wetness from her "squirting" left a dark trail out between her legs. Her tits were still pert, upright and pointed; she was still squirming and shivering, apparently from the multiple orgasms she experienced for the first time in her life. She saw me looking and glanced away, unnecessarily ashamed. Alison had no control over the situation, and therefore nothing to justify shame. I looked at Mother, at her full, thick inner thighs. Her pussy was glistening from within, and the darker, inner "flaps" of her vagina stuck out farther than before. She was breathing heavily; I doubt she ever experienced multiple orgasms before, but there was no way of knowing for sure. Her large tits hung to either side of her chest, and rolled slightly with her breathing. Mother saw me looking at her naked and sweating body, but did not turn away. Like my own face, hers was covered in damp but drying clumps on her cheeks, eyebrows, lips and chin, and strung throughout her hair. She tried to give me a reassuring look, as though this was another test we would survive. A male Keeper knelt on the other side of Mother, and began sucking on her closest tit. He stopped and looked a few times before being satisfied the nipple was sufficiently erect, then repeated the process on the other tit. The Keeper was on the other side of Mother, facing toward me. He reached down to her crotch, gently spread her lips and began massaging the area. Mother began moving her pussy to reach his touch, saw me watching, then looked away. The Keeper exposed a bump at the top of her vagina (the "clitoris" I would later discover) and began moving it in small, gentle circles. Mother's response intensified; she was moaning loudly and moving her hips around. Her vagina seemed to get wetter somehow. The Keeper motioned to someone behind me. A large local man knelt between Mother's knees; the Keeper spread her vaginal lips wide while guiding the man's penis into it. Once it was at the opening, the Keeper backed away and the man plunged into Mother. The raping of our women had begun. We all knew it was to happen; and we knew there was nothing to be done which could prevent it. And now I was kneeling next to my Mother, watching the man's rear end go back and forth, and her tit on my side swaying in time with his strokes. She began moaning very loudly, then excitedly pushing her hips up to meet his penetrations. She was looking the other direction, so I could not see the expression on her face. Shortly, Mother cried out, "Yes, yes, Oh, God, yes. I cannot stop it, I cannot help it." She looked up at me, "My body has taken control; I have never had these feelings before. I cannot stop it." While I was watching Mother, the Keeper knelt down next to Alison. He sucked her tits until the nipples were stiff, then prepared her vagina. A local approached between her legs as Jeremiah and I looked on. The Keeper guided his penis into her, as she shook her head, whispering "No, no, no!" But Jeremiah and I knew any effort to prevent this could bring a hasty and unpleasant response against the six of us. We watched helplessly as the villager pummeled my wife's pussy. While Alison was reluctant about the first man, the second one brought her to climax. We could see thin fluid flowing between their legs; Alison's orgasm caused her to "squirt" again. Her orgasms continued, but the flow slowed to trickles, and then ceased completely. I assumed she had run dry? However, that did not stop her from responding to the men on top of her, her hips moving in rhythm with their strokes, her quiet vocal encouragements to get "more, harder, faster." When the Keeper moved to Elizabeth, she began shrieking hysterically. A female Keeper rushed to sit on her face to muffle the screams and pin her upper body down. The male Keeper began sucking her tits and preparing her vagina. Two other Keepers had to hold Elizabeth's sizable legs down; she was kicking and struggling hard. Burgess could do nothing to stop the big man from shoving his penis into Elizabeth in a rough way, probably as a way of punishing her for the resistance. As he pumped in an out, I could see Elizabeth's huge tit rolling against her ribs. Now all three women were, as Andre called it, being "fucked." Well-Bred Family Ch. 02 Shortly after the first man penetrated Elizabeth, the Keepers released their grips on her. She was fully, and apparently willfully, involved in the sex act almost immediately. Her legs were spread wide, toes pointing skyward. Her climax was loud, very loud, and she did not even try to hold back her response to being "fucked." As the first man finished and backed out, Elizabeth anxiously looked at the long dark penis of the second man, and wiggled her vagina up and down in an effort to have him rush to insert it. I glanced at Burgess, who looked stunned and dumbfounded. His wife, my sister, was thoroughly enjoying the experience, oblivious to the crowd watching and cheering her on. As soon as one man climaxed, another would take his place. Periodically the male Keeper would check each woman's vagina, and use his fingers to scoop out the men's seeds into the jars below. Then he showed me how to do it to Mother. I spread her lips wide, inserted two fingers in deep, and pulled the sludge out into the jar. I was careful not to spill any outside of the jar. Andre told us as soon as the jar was full this session of the "breeding" would be over. I looked to my other side and watched as Jeremiah scooped my wife's pussy, too. I don't have any concept of how long it took, or even how many men it required, to fill up the jars. Mother was finished first, at least with the "pussy breeding." Alison and Elizabeth were moaning and barely reacting anymore, but the men kept pumping to fill the jars. Mother's front was bright red from the constant friction; her tits showed dark red marks from periodic pinching and squeezing. The male Keeper moved to untie Mother's feet, and then had me help to roll her over onto her stomach. I reached under to spread her tits so it would be more comfortable; at least I thought that might help. The Keeper spread her legs wide and staked them down again. He pulled her butt cheeks apart, and used his fingers to bring cum up from her vagina and smear it around, then inside, her hole. She squirmed and protested, but could not prevent the action. Once he was able to move two fingers around easily, be backed up and aimed his penis into her asshole! I watched dumbfounded as he began fucking her from behind. He went very slowly in and out, as though he was massaging her asshole with his dick. Mother finally quit struggling, but I could hear her crying softly. After the Keeper came in her ass, he backed out and pointed to me, indicating I was to stick my dick in there, too. I could not believe this. As I started to back away from Mother, I glanced at Jeremiah and he shook his head in warning. We could not risk refusing their directions. Andre told us last night that he was aware of other captives who had been beaten for refusing to participate. I moved between Mother's legs, pulled her butt cheeks open with my left hand and used my right had to guide my penis into her ass. Once the tip was in, I closed my eyes, plunged in and lay on top of her. At first I didn't move, just tried to get used to the tight closure around my dick. Her butt actually felt good against me; more of a rounded fit than the few times I had taken Alison from the front. I wasn't sure if she knew it was me on top of her, so I whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry, Mother, I'm very sorry. I have no choice." She kept her face down between her tied arms, and just nodded her head meekly in understanding. Andre said the villagers believed this rear penetration squeezed the seed to make it move forward into the womb or to fall back out the vagina into the jar below. I proceeded to go in and out, with her hole puckered closely around my penis. It was a new and sensational feeling, and did not take very long for me to finish. Before long, Mother was moving her butt against my crotch, apparently encouraging me to continue. I stayed in long enough to make sure I was emptied out, then pulled back with a plop. Mother moaned and kept her ass going up and down a little, as though she wanted more. I looked over to where Andre was sitting with the other captives. He just smiled at me and winked. Almost immediately I could see the Keeper's and my seed pumping out of her ass. It mixed with the other men's seed accumulated below her cunt in the jar below. The Keeper took one more scoop from her pussy and wiped it into the jar, then lifted the grass matt and removed the full jar from the ground. He placed it on the ground perhaps six to eight feet from Mother's swollen crotch. He motioned for me to help him untie Mother and lift her up. He sat her facing Big Mama, with Mother's feet flat on the ground, knees up and spread wide. Not the least bid modest or dignified; her cunt was clearly visible and matted with drying seed, and her large tits hung freely between her opened knees. Mother elbows rested atop her knees; she did not try to resist or close her legs. The clumps of sludge on her face were now mixed with dirt and grass from the matt she laid on; her hair was stringy, sweaty. I sat between her and Alison, who had yet to fill her jar. Both she and Elizabeth looked worn and sweaty. It took another four men to finish Elizabeth, and seven more to fill Alison's jar. Mother and I sat waiting, watching, and wondering what Big Mama would do next. I watched as the Keeper, and then Jeremiah, fucked Alison's ass. She squirmed and squealed, but finally settled down after Jeremiah pulled out, the jar was removed and we helped her sit up between us. After all three jars were filled and placed on the ground between us and Big Mama, the Seers walked up and lifted the jars to show the cheering crowd. Some Keepers helped Big Mama to her feet. She waddled over to join the Seers. Two Seers shared the jar filled by Mother's "breeders;" two more shared Elizabeth's and the one in the middle shared Alison's jar with Big Mama. The chief's mother reached into the jar held by the Seer, and scooped out a handful of sludge. She smeared it all over one tit, scooped out another load and slopped it over the other tit. Big Mama opened the slit between her legs and shoved a final scoop from the jar up deep inside her vagina. She licked her fingers clean, then turned full circle to show the admiring villagers. Each of the Seers followed suit, slopping sperm all over their tits and up their cunts, then licked their fingers clean. The middle Seer handed Alison's jar to Big Mama, who took a big drink and swallowed, wiping her face with the back of her arm. The Seers finished drinking from the three jars, set them on the ground and began dancing provocatively around the six of us kneeling in the middle of the clearing. Mother looked straight ahead; Alison and Elizabeth just stared at the ground in front of them. Big Mama wobbled up in front of Mother's face, one Seer standing on either side. The Seers reached down, pulled up the rolls of fat above Big Mama's vagina and separated the lips. Another Seer stood behind Mother, and gently pushed her face into the huge, wide open cunt. Mother instinctively licked until Big Mama moved in front of me. I barely hesitated before licking her, too. Andre said this was to show our respect and awe of her "Womb of Life and Death." The Seers had to be a little more forceful with Alison and Elizabeth; Jeremiah and Burgess showed no resistance at all. Big Mama was led back to her seat, then carried back the other direction, followed by the chief and a dancing line of Seers. The Keepers urged us to our feet, and shuffled us back to the pens. Villagers formed a chanting and cheering corridor for us, pointing and giggling at the sperm-spattered captives passing by them. Back in the pens, Andre smiled and said, "Well, it's quite obvious the six of you enjoyed yourselves. You boys got a couple of blowjobs, one from your mother even! And your three women were cumming like they'd been working in whorehouses their whole lives. Your mother seemed to like getting it in her ass; I'd bet that's the first time, too. Your sister was bouncing like her ass was on springs, yelling for more until she got too tired to move. And your wife, the little one, she's a squirter. We've had a couple of them working for us occasionally. Told us their pussies get really sensitive when they cum. After your wife got started, she kept looking up to see how soon the next man could get between her legs." I was still shocked myself. Not only at what we'd been through today, but like Andre said, how the women had reacted. Since Alison was my only experience with a woman, and we'd not done it all that often, I had no idea women could get such pleasure from sex. Perhaps they just needed more stimulation than men did. When I was kneeling between Mother and Alison during the ordeal, watching men mount them, I could easily see all three of them, including my sister, losing all dignity and just acting, well, just as Andre said. They were acting like whores; except I didn't have any personal experience with that, just conversations with other men, mostly sailors who stopped in our New England town from time to time. They would tell stories of wild women in foreign ports, but I had no way of knowing whether it was all made up or true. Now I could see it was true, at least for the three women in my family. Andre leaned against the wall; I collapsed between Jeremiah and Burgess. As it began to rain down on us, he said, "Your new lives have just begun. It will get better than this... and it will get worse." Well-Bred Family Ch. 03 The Routines – Day 1 The Couplings The Keepers came for the captives every day after breakfast. We were taken to the river and washed, until we chose to do it ourselves. As the other captives were marched to the center of the village, they kept the six of us back for three days. Every morning after washing, Keepers would have our women lie on the ground and pull their knees apart. Their cunts and asses were inspected; by the fourth day, the swelling was gone. The six of us then joined the others for what Andre described as the "Routines." The first of these, which he called "The Couplings," occurred each morning. When we got to the center of the village where our initiation ordeal took place, men were directed to the right, women to the left. That is, most of the women. Since there were only six men, four of the women were at the end of our line, including the three pregnant ones. I noticed as we formed up and faced the women across from us, the Keepers arranged us in a specific order. Andre said they changed the couplings each day. There were grass mats between the lines of captives; a hole was in the middle of each, with jars below the holes just as during our ordeal. Two male Keepers were to rove up and down the lines, periodically checking the levels in the jars. Two female Keepers knelt at each end of the line; the four of them would remain there until everyone was finished. I was across from Andre's wife, Monique. She was not nearly as heavy as Elizabeth, but slightly larger than Mother, and taller. She had curly red hair, kept short by the Keepers of course, like the other women. I glanced at Mother; she was three down the line, across from Jacques. I was subconsciously comparing them. Her tits were like Mother's, perhaps a little larger, and hung lower. Her hips were wider and legs were just a bit thicker. Monique's pubic hair was thin enough to clearly see what awaited me. She had a large mons, thick lips with a well-defined slit down the middle, which she was slowly fingering as I watched and waited. The Keeper behind the women said something I didn't understand, but the women moved forward and stood with their crotches above the jars in the ground. All laid back with their knees in the air. The Keeper's next order was directed at our line; Andre had explained what was expected, so I followed his lead. He was next to me, ready to attend to my sister. My wife was next to them, across from the Portuguese man. I hadn't met the woman with Burgess; and Jeremiah was assigned to one of Andre's daughters, at least from his description I was relatively certain it was his daughter. We knelt between the legs of our appointed women. One of our primary responsibilities, as "attendants," was to make sure the woman's cunt stayed over the mouth of the jar. Everything that flowed out of her pussy was supposed to fill up the cup. When a woman's cup was full, she would be done with that segment of the "Routines." Our initial task was to prepare the women; get them wet and ready to fuck. Andre said the six new captives would be assigned to experienced ones. He told me all women were different; some came quickly, others took more time to reach their peaks. If I listened to the woman assigned, she would tell me how to please her. He and the other two men would train Mother, Alison and Elizabeth today; prepare them for the daily "Routines." Andre assured me that his wife and daughters spent the last three nights coaching our women for what their roles would be. Men would continue to fuck them every day, in hopes of getting them pregnant. But the pace would be less intense than the original ordeal, and the jars were somewhat smaller than those used in the initiation. I saw Andre and the others then place their heads between the legs of our women. I looked down, and Monique was beckoning me forward. With her other hand, she spread her lips. She had a large pussy, with thick outer lips which puffed out. I suppose it would be unkind to say the woman was fat, certainly not anything like Elizabeth. As she lay on her back, her large tits rolled to the sides of her chest with nipples pointing out at wide angles. Although her legs weren't exactly heavy, there were clear lines, actually small rolls, where her legs met her torso. There were larger rolls above: one going across where her tits joined her chest; another across the middle of her belly; and a fainter one just above her pubic hair. Monique and the other women on their backs smiled up at the men behind me waiting to fuck them. What struck me about it was that the smiles did not appear insincere, but contented, as though they were truly pleased to be in this position of waiting for strangers to try to impregnate them. It was as though they enjoyed being fucked, to put it bluntly. Only the three newcomers, the women of my family, seemed tentative. I knew Monique and her daughters had been prostitutes, but what of the others? Were they used to sex before they were captured, or did they learn to take pleasure in it after they accepted their fates as breeding slaves? I slowly lowered my face to her crotch, touched it with my tongue and pulled back. She chuckled, and told me: "Don't be shy, son. It's just a pussy. You already had village women rub theirs in your face, cum all over you during the initiation. Better get used to eating pussy, young man, because there's going to be a whole lot of them in your face from now on." Her very direct conversation reminded me she had been a madam, and a whore along with her daughters, in New Orleans. Both her hands were on her pussy, pulling her lips wide, when I started back down. I could see a darker pink, inner area, glistening and with a slight pulse. "Start your tongue around the outside, in easy circles, and slowly work your way to the middle. Then just lick up and down a little while." I followed her instructions, and kept licking the inside of her cunt until she said, "Now move up to the top of the opening. The bump you see sticking out is called a clit, or clitoris. Play with it a bit using your tongue, then start sucking on it really hard. That's usually all it takes for me to have an orgasm. Just keep sucking while I cum, until I lift your head up. Don't stop sucking until I lift you up." Again, I did as I was told. Her crotch began moving up and down as I was sucking her clit; the harder and faster I sucked, the more she pushed up against my face. Monique started to shiver, and let out a loud sigh before she started seriously fucking my face. She finished with three very loud moans; her legs went limp as she gently lifted my head. "That was very nice, for a new fellow. What's your name?" I told her, and showed a little smile for the compliment. "Well, Jacob. Now that I'm wet and sloppy, it's time for you to kneel next to me so we can invite our guests for the day. Did Andre explain what you are supposed to be doing?" she asked. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll try to remember everything," I nodded. "I will remind you if you forget, or if you're not sure, just ask. Be certain to move quickly as you're doing your duties. The Keepers can be very impatient. There is some type of status for the Keeper whose woman fills up the jar first. It would not do to get whipped the first day on the job, would it? Now, Jacob, it's time to show them the 'Welcoming Womb,' as they call it." With one hand she spread her lips again, showing off the wet insides. Monique beckoned to a village man standing behind me with her other hand and smiled up at him as I moved in position beside her. When he was on his knees, she reached up and guided his penis into her. He slid right in since she was well lubricated. As soon as he started pumping, she rolled her pelvis in rhythm with his strokes and moaned loudly in encouragement. I looked around as I waited for her first "guest" to finish. One of the pregnant women raised up with blood smeared on her face. "Andre, Andre, look at her!" I whispered at him. He got my sister to cum just after I finished with Monique. It appeared as though Elizabeth was going to need a lot less "training" than I originally guessed; she was already trying to grasp her first cock of the day. Andre saw what I was staring at. "Relax, my friend. Everything is fine. That is Sarah Jane. Her woman, the oriental named Sun Ying, is just in her cycle." "Huh?" He chuckled at my ignorance. "The woman's monthly cycle, her menstruation is for about a week every month. Have you never discussed this with your wife?" "No. We didn't talk about it. There were times when she refused to have sex. But she was never that interested in sex anyway. So I never thought about it, never questioned it, and it never came up in discussions," I told him. "Your mother, your sister, no one ever told you about a woman's period?" He seemed astonished at my lack of experience. "The only thing mother ever said was that there were certain times when a woman needed to be alone. She didn't explain why, and I never asked." I was still staring at the woman with blood on her face; she didn't appear upset or concerned, just waited as the first man started fucking her assigned woman. When she looked around and saw me gawking at her, she smiled. I'm certain I had a strange expression on my face; it was one of the most bizarre things I've ever witnessed. "I will explain everything to you tonight. Even though she cannot get pregnant while she's that way, they collect the sperm of the men, together with her blood, into the jar. The time will come, very soon, when you will be assigned a woman on her period, perhaps that very same one," he said. "At first it seems very disgusting. If you just don't dwell on it, you will find it much easier to perform your duties when it is your time with a woman in that condition." My attention was diverted as I saw Jacques lifting his head from Mother's crotch, and moving to her side. She glanced over and saw me staring, and then looked back at the man climbing between her legs. I watched as she reached up and guided him in. Once he was in and started thrusting, she turned back in my direction. We kept our eyes locked on each other until the man on Monique grunted and stopped. He backed away and moved to the nearest one of the female Keepers at the end of the line. As Monique was inserting the next man, I watched the Keeper take the previous man's penis in her hand and lick it on all sides. She covered it with her mouth, and I could see her cheeks fluctuating; she was sucking anything left out of him. Monique was watching me while the second man was on top of her. She saw where I was looking, and said softly, "The man is supposed to be clean of my cum and my scent before he goes home to his wife. The Keeper is also to suck any cum left in his dick out so it doesn't mix with the cum he gives his wife later tonight. His wife was probably in the crowd watching him fuck me, maybe even cheering him on. Of course, everyone knows all the men are expected to fuck us. It's just that he's supposed to be fresh when he gets home and fucks her." This woman was carrying on a casual conversation with me while another man was pounding her pussy! She must have seen the startled look on my face, because she stifled a laugh, not wanting to insult the man on top of her. "Don't look so shocked, Jacob. I used to smoke and drink and sing at the same time I was being fucked. It helps to have distractions during the routines here; otherwise, most of us could keep cumming until we passed out. That would make the Keepers and the villagers very unhappy. Your women, too, will soon be able to speak to their attendants while they are getting fucked. My daughters and I have worked hard to help your women adjust and it seems they are doing fine, does it not?" I was staring at Elizabeth, lying next to us with her feet high in the air. "With her, and perhaps with your wife and mother, they may be enjoying sex for the first time in their lives. Your society had many restrictive and repressive rules about sex, what men and women were supposed to do, and even more things about what they were not supposed to do," Monique said softly. "The rules have changed, Jacob," she continued. "For the first time, they can have very positive sexual experiences, without the guilt attached by the clergy or town council or the local women's leagues. Their primary duty in this life, this environment, is to breed and promote breeding for the benefit of the tribe. They have very few additional responsibilities or expectations. We shall all live uncomplicated lives of popping babies from our wombs, then preparing for the next one, and the next one. And fucking every day, of course." Monique was very blunt and unemotional about the whole thing. After the second man finished in her, I checked the jar below Monique's cunt. The bottom was only partially wet with cum on one side. It seems as though it could take many hours before the jars would be full enough to allow us to return to our pens to avoid the midday heat. "Relax, Jacob," she assured me. "Our women have been trained to use the muscles in their pussies to milk cum from the men before they pull out. We call them 'pussy kisses,' something we used all the time in the whorehouses. Much is left inside for you to scoop out of us. The jars will fill much faster than you imagine." The third man was already in and aggressively attempting to make sure it was his sperm which would impregnate Monique. Looking over his shoulder at me, she inquired, "How are your women doing so far? I haven't heard any yelling or screaming, at least not of terror. So it is probably safe to assume your women have at least accepted their destinies, and quite frankly, they could be enjoying their fates by now. Fucking men, lots of strange men, is much more pleasant than it sounds at first." We both looked over at Elizabeth next to us. "My sister appears to have found a particular talent for her new... destiny, as you call it. Your husband made her come in about the same time it took me to get you to reach a climax. She is waving to the men to step up and be ready to fuck her soon as the one on her finishes," I told Monique. "She's humping her hips up and down rapidly, moaning and shrieking like a common tramp!" As I knelt next to Monique, I watched the closest of her big tits rolling back and forth under the man fucking her. At various times other women up and down the line would groan or cry out, some jerking their hips up and down, some kicking their legs higher in the air and grabbing the ass on top to pull the man in deeper. She saw me looking at her tit, then moved her hand from the man's ass, and gently tapped the end of my very hard dick. "Don't think I haven't noticed this. I'll make sure you cum after we're done with the guests this morning. That is, if you don't blow before then," she smirked and tapped it again before returning her attention to the man on top. I was still dazed. The first day of the "Routines" was different than the initiation. A large crowd stood around and watched our women get repeatedly fucked during the induction ordeal, which I guess was to be expected. Today the ten women, along with each attendant, were positioned in the center of this wide corridor between the two sides of the huge village. It was as though we were in a midway at a country fair; there, but not there. What was so strange about today was that it literally seemed to be "routine," at least for the villagers. They stood there chatting and pointing; some women stood nursing infants while observing the activities. Behind the crowd of spectators, people casually walked by on either side of us, talking and laughing. If they recognized one of the men, they might stop and cheer him on. Captive women in the middle of very vocal and visible orgasms also drew temporary applauding crowds. "Jacob, it's time," Monique called to get my attention. I must have been in another world for a few moments, subconsciously avoiding my surroundings. "Scoop the juices out of my cunt into the jar. It's time for me to turn over." Just as Andre had instructed, with one hand I held her pussy lips apart. With two fingers on the other hand, I dug the cum out of her into the jar below. As she repositioned, I glanced down to see the bottom of the jar was now at least covered; less than a quarter of the way full. She had done five men so far. The routine, at least this part of it, was that each woman would take the cum of five men before changing positions. This was meant to avoid back sores or cramping. They always started on their backsides for the first five, then up on their hands and knees for the second five, and so on. When the women were in this position, what Andre referred to as the "dog style," attendants had to be much more involved. As Monique settled into position, she spread her legs for easier access. Now that both of her hands were supporting her body, it was the attendant's duty to open the "Welcoming Womb." "Go ahead, honey. Help him stick it in there," she instructed while looking back at me over her shoulder. I glanced up at the man on his knees behind her, then down at his penis. I tried not to mull it over; I just needed to do it and get it over with. I separated her butt cheeks with one hand, and guided his cock into the underside of her pussy with the other. Since she was still very sloppy with the cum of his predecessors, it slid right in. I shook my head in disbelief. I just stuck a stranger's pecker in another stranger's cunt! The man was already banging away when Monique looked at me, and said, "Jacob. My tits. Don't forget about my titties." I glanced across at Andre. He was already "milking" my sister during her first fuck of the day on her hands and knees. It wasn't really milking, since she had no milk yet. It was part of the breeding ritual of these people. The attendant was supposed to use both hands to pull down on the woman's tit and stimulate her nipples, which was theoretically to encourage her body to get pregnant. I couldn't imagine how this would speed up conception; but it sure quickened the women's reaction times considerably. Andre said most women love to have their titties played with while they were getting fucked. I was not able to get my hands all the way around the first of Monique's tits, so I just squeezed it with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. I could see Andre was struggling with Elizabeth's even bigger ones, juggling more than milking. He smiled at me and shook his head. After I inserted the third man's penis, (actually Monique's eighth of the day), I was able to look around while playing with her tit. It took less concentration now that I had the hang of it. Until now, I had purposely avoided watching my wife; seeing my sister and mother was peculiar enough. The Portuguese man had is hand around her smaller tit, using a finger on the other hand to rub small circles around her nipple. The man behind her was in a slow, steady rhythm. She had her eyes closed, as if in a trance or daydreaming, while pushing back on him very slightly. As I played with Monique's tit, occasionally I saw Alison wince a little then smile as though the man had scratched a particular itch of hers. It was uncanny to watch the only woman I ever had sex with now relaxed and enjoying the fact she was being fucked, again, by a total stranger. The few times we'd had sex, she seemed in a hurry to get it over with and never once responded. Alison used to just lie there until I was done; with my limited experience, it rarely took more than a few minutes. Rather than be depressed about my wife now liking to be fucked, I chose to focus elsewhere. Although I could only see the tops of their bodies from where I was, it was obvious three of the attendants at the end were milking their women. The fourth was inserting a penis into hers. Well-Bred Family Ch. 03 What were the pregnant ones thinking? They had been successfully bred, and now they were helping others get pregnant. It did not appear they were stressed or nervous at all. In fact, just the opposite it seemed. Even the one with blood on her face seemed serene and peaceful, as though she enjoyed massaging the other woman's breast. As I continued to gaze, my eyes again caught Mother's. Jacques was enthusiastically milking her from the other side, and the man behind her was pounding hard. I was virtually hypnotized watching her large tit closest to me swinging wildly as she rode his dick. My concentration was interrupted when she arched her back and pushed all the way back on him. She let out a loud groan as she quivered through the mutual climax. As the man pulled out and walked to the Keeper to get cleaned off, Mother glanced in my direction. Our eyes locked again as she waited for Jacques to insert the next dick. I had not thought about it before, but it must be a very strange feeling to know you have a pecker inside you connected to a man you've never seen before, and didn't see now. You only felt a penis and responded; it didn't matter who it belonged to. We gazed at each other until it was time for Monique's rotation. After she was positioned on her back with her ass in the center of the mat again, I scooped the recent deposits from her pussy into the jar. She was already reaching for the next man as I settled in place next to her. **** The Keeper signaled for the next man to wait while he checked the level in Monique's jar. She accommodated by pulling her knees up toward her head. He pointed the man to another woman down the line who was waiting with her legs spread. The Keeper slapped my shoulder harshly, and said something I couldn't understand. "He's upset that you didn't let him know the jar was almost full. You're supposed to scoop me out before I turn over on my stomach," Monique explained. I did as she said after pulling her knees down so that her cunt was directly over the jar. It was almost to the brim, but not quite. Monique rolled over on her stomach, spread her legs slightly and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her face was on the ground, pointed in my direction. "Do you remember what you did to your Mother during the initiation? Did Andre explain what to do now?" she asked. "I think I know what to do." I used my fingers to smear the wetness that dripped from her cunt to her ass when she was being fucked. I slowly rubbed small circles around her hole, until I was able to easily insert one, then two fingers. I continued to massage her asshole until it was stretched and looser. "Now?" I asked. "Yes, Jacob. That feels very nice so far. Climb between my legs and stick it in my ass. Go slowly at first, until you're all the way in. Then, when you feel my ass muscles relax, just start fucking me like you usually do." "I've only done it once... the other day... with Mother. So I'm not really sure what is 'usual.'" I heard her chuckle, even though I couldn't see her face from where I was. I began humping in a manner similar to those who had fucked Monique's pussy this morning. The tight fit, combined with the fact that I had been hard for a couple of hours, caused a quick release. When she felt me tense up and empty into her ass, "See, I told you I'd take care of it later." Monique rotated her butt a little, trying to get most of the cum out of me before I withdrew. It felt really nice with her butt cheeks up against my crotch; I stayed in until I got limp, then backed out slowly. Andre said the villagers believed this final act, of fucking the woman in the rear, pushed the villager's sperm further up into her womb, or squeezed it out the pussy. Either it would increase the chances of her getting pregnant, or would add to the level of the jar below. The sperm would be put to maximum use in any event. Monique reached around and separated her butt cheeks again. I scooped the last bit of ooze from her cunt to the jar. "You're almost through, Jacob," she told me, her face still off to one side. "I... yes, I know." I stared at her flexing asshole, with my cum leaking out. When I touched my tongue to her hole, she pushed her rear gently up toward me as encouragement. It also had the effect of flattening her cheeks out so I could get easier access. I began licking all about, cleaning my cum from around her ass. "Try to get as much out of me as you can," she instructed. I pushed my face in harder, wrapped my lips around the entire hole, and began sucking. "Stick your tongue inside, too, Jacob. It will make it go faster." Much like with Mother, I didn't think about what I was doing. It was just something that was required for survival, now part of our daily "Routines." Cleaning out this strange woman's ass was one of my "duties" as an attendant. Getting fucked by strangers all morning, then having another stranger fuck her ass and suck it out was part of her duties. It wasn't something we could debate or discuss, or refuse. It was all part of this new life we'd been given. At least Monique was pleasant and civil about the whole thing. I wondered what the other women would be like. We moved together to the top of the mat and waited for the others to finish while a Keeper carefully removed the jar. He took it to the end of the line to my right, knelt and handed it to a woman. I recognized her from the other day; it was one of the Seers! She was close enough for me to study her for the first time, and appeared to be Mother's age, perhaps a little older. She was a tall, relatively thin blonde woman with small, pointed tits which sagged a little with age. There was a circular, bluish design around one nipple; the other nipple had a diamond-shaped purple design around it. In spite of the sag of the breasts, both nipples pointed up slightly. Her stomach was flat; her thighs were thin. The circular Seer brand was bright red, just above a bare pussy; she had no pubic hair! There were parallel rows of round dots going down either side of her vaginal slit. The woman checked the level in the jar, looked toward Monique and nodded a slight salute for her satisfactory performance. She glanced at me briefly, smiled and looked away. Her face was an interesting mixture of wisdom and serenity. "Her name is Elke, we believe," Monique whispered when she saw me staring at the Seer. "It is said she is from Bavaria. The Seers are revered among the villagers, almost like fertility goddesses. The captives know very little about them; we pick up bits and pieces from time to time." "Andre told me a little about them, that they are supposed to be able to predict pregnancies and whether the babies will be girls or boys. He said Big Mama trained them, and that they volunteered to become Seers." "Yes, although they are from different cultures around the world, the Seers seem to have willingly embraced the local traditions and rituals. Truth is, this situation is better than what life could be for a lot of us," Monique explained. "As whores, we got fucked every day, so that part's no different. Men often got drunk and mean; we got beaten or pistol-whipped a couple of times a week. Andre would throw the men out, but he couldn't get to us before we got bruised or cut. Here, they just want to fuck us. We don't have to worry about buying outfits, keeping up our looks or going broke when we get too old." "We also have better sex here. It usually takes longer for women to cum, and with customers spread throughout the night, whores hardly ever get enough to have an orgasm. The villagers have you attendants eat us first, so we're already warmed up by the time the men start to fuck us. Then it's continuous until we fill up the jar, and we get to do it on our backs and up on our knees. Most of us cum several times every day during the morning Routine. We end it with one of you sticking it in our asses. Not many of our customers liked that idea, but it feels good; I'd like to do it more if we could. I think most of the women think the same way. It's uncomfortable at first, but once they get used to it, they'll want it more, too." That prompted me to look up and down the line. Elizabeth was holding her cheeks wide so Andre could get in deeper; based on the whining and moaning, she sounded close to another orgasm. I would never have guessed that my sister could take to ass fucking so quickly. In fact, Elizabeth seemed to have adapted to this whole situation without much thought or resistance. She went from blubbering and crying the first day or two, to anxiously grabbing cocks to insert, and now wanting Andre in her ass as deep as he could go. Alison was slower to adapt. She had two, or possibly three, orgasms when the men were fucking her cunt. I'm pretty sure she squirted at least once, based on the cheering and laughter from that direction earlier in the day. But now, she was face-down with her fists clinched and a grimace on her face. Alison wasn't crying or resisting, however. As Monique said, getting butt fucked took some getting used to. As the Portuguese emptied into Alison and plopped out, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart so he could clean her. She lifted her hips to give him better access. Apparently Alison liked the licking and sucking of her ass, just not the pumping... at least, not yet. Burgess and I had not discussed our wives since being captured. It was a topic I was sure would happen eventually. I was still confused and stunned about Alison. My head and heart were agonizing about seeing her with so many men; my pecker responded differently, and very obviously. Visions of her reaching to insert dicks in her pussy were hard to dismiss. At the end of the line was a large, black pot, wide-mouthed and a little more than knee high. Keepers emptied the filled jars from the captives into the pot after each was assessed by the Seer. The pregnant captives took turns straddling the pot and pissing into it before they marched us all back to the pens. I asked Andre about that as we were eating our midday rations. He smiled and just told me, "Wait until this evening. I don't want to spoil the surprise." I left it at that; maybe it was better not to know ahead of time. **** The Gatherings After a rest, the Keepers took us back to the center of the village. We were placed on our knees in a straight line; men together at one end, women at the other. It worked out that I was the inside man, next to Alison on the inside of the women's line. Andre was on the other side of me, and Mother was on the other side of Alison. It was mid-afternoon, and the part of day that he described as "The Gatherings." Andre snickered at his own joke; it was a social gathering among villagers at the same time it was a gathering of additional semen for the evening ritual. Alison and I glanced at each other, then just looked down at the ground. Neither of us knew what to say. Villagers were lining up across from us. The Keepers began an orderly process of cueing up men in front of the captive women. From the other end, Keepers assigned native women to the male captives. A dark woman stood in front of me, reaching down to separate her lips. I looked at Andre, who just said, "Start licking and sucking until she comes. Then keep doing that until they run out of women. At least now we have three extra men!" As I began to position my face in her crotch, I saw Alison take the tip of a large black penis into her mouth. I tried to concentrate on my task, but could not shut out the grunting of the man Alison was sucking; I also listened as she moaned in response. Was she enjoying this? During this Routine, village women shed their colorful wraps and waited in line nude. The first one to step in front of me was not an unattractive woman, perhaps in her late twenties. She was of medium build, with thick, muscular thighs and a flat stomach. Her tits were round but not large; they stuck out but not far enough to sag or droop. There was a small thick row of pubic hair which ran from the top of her slit down to the bottom on either side of her cunt, no more than an inch wide on either of her outer lips. When she pulled her lips apart, there were sections on the inside which were darker than her outer skin, but also parts that were light pink. She looked down at me and pushed her crotch gently toward me as I buried my face and proceeded to lick up and down like Andre instructed. He was also right about the social nature of the gathering. Without removing my mouth from her pussy, I could look up and see the man next to her, the one my wife was sucking on, playing with this woman's tit. They were chatting about something, very animated and giggling. Andre leaned in my direction, and whispered, "I believe you're eating his wife's pussy. They are both pleased she will be excited and ready to fuck as soon as they get back to their hut. Since your wife will take his cum in her mouth, he will be able to last longer, giving his wife more pleasure." When the man exploded in Alison's mouth, I heard Mother quickly remind her not to swallow the cum before she turned her attention back to the penis in her own face. They were supposed to spit it into the jars between their knees. It looked like the same size jars used in the morning. I kept chewing on the pussy in front of me, listening as Alison spit into the jar. I could see out of the corner of my eye as she set the jar back on the ground and reached for the next pecker hanging before her. She turned briefly to look at me, then wrapped her lips around the second dick while fondling his testicles. The woman I was attending to began humping back and forth, slowly at first, then increasing in speed and intensity as she pushed on the back of my head. It only took a few more seconds before both her hands grabbed my head while she simultaneously ground her pussy into my face. A small gush came out, soaking my cheeks and chin then dripping down my neck. I caught some of it in my mouth, swallowing twice before she finished. I had tasted women's cum before, during the ordeal then with Monique earlier in the day. This woman's seemed a little bit saltier and perhaps thicker than the others. She let me finish licking her clean before backing away to make room for the next woman in line. By then, Alison was just finishing with her second "guest." She sucked him dry, and spit his cum into the jar by her knees. I was staring at her while waiting for the next woman to cue up in front of me. Alison set the jar down and was ready for her third man. She looked at me, noticed the dazed look I must have had, and said in a casual, matter-of-fact manner, "Monique and her daughters taught us what to do. They had Keepers come into the pens at night so we could practice on them. Sucking dicks never even occurred to me before we got here. But it's actually quite pleasurable; in fact, I get stimulated, too, when I make a man cum in my mouth." By that time there was another penis dangling in front of her, which she quickly placed her lips around and started sucking. I got tapped on the head, then turned to see another woman in front of me. She was quite heavy-set, with rolls and bulges; tits about the size of Elizabeth's hung nearly to the waist. I waited as she used both hands to pull up the gut hanging over her pussy. When it appeared, I hesitated before moving in. It, too, was fat and bulging. A large patch of dense, dark hair sat above very thick lips; the hole at the top of the wide slit was large and round. I closed my eyes as I opened the cunt and began inserting my tongue as deep as I could get it. I used the thumb of my right hand to play with her clit. This woman responded much quicker than the previous one, and very quickly my whole face was wet with her female slime. It was not altogether objectionable as I imagined it would be; just a different sensation than expected. She took only a couple of minutes to cum. By then she had let go of the flab and was squeezing her own tits. I had to use one hand to hold up her gut so could continue. Her thick thighs and ass quivered as she peaked. I felt the gush go all the way down my chest. After I finished licking her clean, she patted my head as though I were a pet dog and began chatting excitedly with the other women waiting in line. I counted thirteen women I serviced that afternoon. I'm sure the other men managed about the same. The captive women were still busy, with more than two dozen men left in the line. Andre sat back on the grass mat, and I moved back to sit beside him. It was an uncanny scene, all the captive women lined up on their knees, each with dicks in their mouths. Alison had one hand at the base of the penis, the other one reached up to stroke the area behind the scrotum. She was currently in a slow rhythm, moving her mouth up and down over his dick. He had both hands on top of her head, fondling it lightly while looking down at her. I gazed at her slim, naked back down to her tight little ass. Next to her, Mother had both hands wrapped around the penis while the man stood with his hands on his hips, talking to the man at his side. Mother's ass shook slightly with her motions, as did the tit I could see from my present angle. Monique used her left hand to caress the belly of the man she was sucking while the other hand was stroking the lower half of the penis. She would occasionally back away to tickle the tip with her tongue, then plunge the whole thing back in her mouth. With her hand on his belly, I had a clear view of her large tit dangling from her chest, with the nipple sticking out about an inch. I was still fascinated with the site of tits hanging down and jiggling. Although I didn't know it at the time, it was something I would enjoy the rest of my life. I didn't yet know the next woman in line. She was one of the pregnant ones. Each of her hands were on the knees of the man, while she rapidly went up and down on him. He was gently stroking her face while looking down and apparently talking to her. The large pregnant belly wobbled, but her small, pointed tits hardly moved. Just then, Mother's man grunted and shoved his pelvis forward. She continued sucking and stroking him until he plopped out and turned away. She looked around as she waited for the next one. Mother saw me sitting off to the side and gave me a slight smile. She turned back in time to have the next pecker tap her on the cheek. She responded immediately, placing the tip in her mouth. **** Pasting & Tasting As we waited for the captive women to finish, I took the time to survey the whole scene around us. People still stood watching the men get sucked, talking casually. Other people walked by without looking over; it was a common enough setting that not everyone seemed interested all the time. The Seer named Elke stood by the large black pot, apparently giving instructions to two of the Keepers. Periodically, pregnant village women would stand next to the pot, pull back their pussy lips and pee into it! This was the same pot they dumped the cum into earlier in the day. Andre laughed when he saw me gawking at them. "After the women get through sucking, they'll dump their spit jars into that big black pot with the rest of the cum from this morning. It's all mixed together with the piss from the pregnant ones. They believe it is a potent fertility mixture. I didn't say anything before because I wanted to see the look on your face." "What the hell to they do with it then? Bake a cake?" I'm sure there was a stupefied look on my face as I asked Andre. He shook his head, still laughing at me. "They'll do what I like to call Pasting and Tasting. The women that are trying to get pregnant, including ours, will line up while other villagers sing and dance and clap." Well-Bred Family Ch. 03 "The Keepers will pick two of us to smear the concoction on each of the women, their tits, bellies and cunts. The woman will lick your hand clean, and you're on to the next one." Andre paused to gauge my reaction. "It all sounds pretty grotesque at the beginning, I'm sure. It was for me. But I accepted the fact it's just another collection of body fluids, and we've already tasted about everything there is." "Why don't they just drink it themselves or something? Why do we have to be involved with that, too? It seems they'd be happy with us just sucking dicks and eating pussies and such, shouldn't they?" I asked. "It's just one more thing to get used to. We all have new lives now, Jacob. The only rules are the ones they give us. You must remember that. Always remember that, for your safety as well as your women's." Andre was more serious now, trying to be supportive. "As I understand it, the collected cum and the piss from the pregnant ones encourages the women's bodies to be more receptive to sperm in their own bodies. I have no idea whether it works, but it's fun to watch anyway." I looked away, back toward the black pot. Elke stood there, still talking to the Keepers. She was an attractive, self-assured woman. I wondered how long she'd been here, how many men she'd fucked, how many children she had. Did she still enjoy sex, or just directing the activities? Elke was pointing toward us, selecting captives while we waited for the women to finish sucking. All but two were done; only the oriental and Alison were still performing. One Keeper went up the line, collecting jars and returning the contents to the black pot. When Alison and the other women spit the last of their collections into the jars by their knees, the Keeper added theirs to the pot as well. A Keeper approached me and took my elbow to help me stand; another did the same with Mother. We were led to the pot, and pushed to our knees next to it. Elke said something, but neither of us understood. I looked back at Andre. "You are to stir up the mixture before it is applied to the women," he told us. "You and your Mother are to stick your arms in and blend it as best you can." We just looked at him. "Are you fucking serious?" I asked. I surprised Mother and myself at the ease which I used the newly acquired language I learned from Andre and his wife. "Yes, just start swirling it around until the cum and the piss are pretty well mixed. The Seer will show you what to do after that," he said. Just then there was a light tap on the side of my head. Elke was pointing at the pot, instructing me to get started. I looked at Mother. She nodded and stuck her arms in past her elbows and started mixing the fluids. I did the same from the others side. The piss was runny and yellow. The cum was thicker, a little lumpy by now, and not quite white. There was also a bit of pink, from the oriental woman on her "cycle." It took awhile to get the contents to a somewhat consistent blend. By that time, the village women formed two lines; one on my side, the other on Mother's side of the pot. Elke said something to us, then reached into the pot and pulled out a small scoop of goo. She began smearing it in circles on the left tit of the woman in front of me, then the other tit and down to the belly. Another smaller scoop went to the woman's vagina, around the outside lips then up the slit into her as far as Elke's fingers would reach. She pulled her hand from the pussy and presented it to the woman, who sucked the cum and piss mixture from her hands and fingers. Elke backed away, and it was my turn and Mother's to apply the goo to the rest of the women in line. Monique and Andre had been right; this lifestyle could be quite agreeable once I was able to overcome the taboos placed on us by our own societies. For me, it was actually quite stimulating in a peculiar way. I enjoyed playing with the tits and cunts of different women; spreading cum and piss on their bodies was wonderfully nasty. Mother also appeared to be taking pleasure in the process. She was enthusiastically squeezing the tits, paying particular attention to the nipples. She took more time rubbing gentle circles around the belly where the baby would soon start to grow. Mother smeared goo below the pubic hair line, on and in the pussy as far as she could, then allowed the woman to suck her hand fingers. After that Mother did something completely unexpected; not something Elke demonstrated anyway. She placed her hands on either side of the woman's hips, leaned forward and kissed the cunt she had just pasted. "I will pray that you have a healthy baby very soon," she told the woman before kissing it a second time. The woman was not sure how to react; she certainly didn't understand Mother's comments in English. She looked at Elke who gave her a hug of reassurance. After the woman turned to walk away, Elke knelt in front of Mother, kissed her on the lips and hugged her tightly. She was impressed with Mother's commitment to help impregnate the village women. I decided it would be in my own best interest to copy Mother's actions. So I grasped the hips of the woman and kissed the sticky cunt in my face before releasing her and training my attention to the next in line. Mother and I progressed through the line of the "Desirables" as Andre called them; those desiring to become pregnant. When everyone, including the other women captives had gone through one line or the other, it was my turn to do Mother, as the last captive secured for breeding purposes. Fortunately, Mother had done Alison and Elizabeth, postponing that experience for me temporarily. It was going to be odd enough to fondle my own Mother, smearing goo on her most private parts. I tried not to think about whose body it was, focusing on the body parts and not looking up at her face. I was still very tentative about touching her breasts. She lifted her tits, one in each hand, and chuckled, "Jacob, they're not delicate. They won't burst or anything. Just smear the rest of the pot on me." Mother was adapting to the changes in our lives much faster than I was. Unlike the previous women, Mother reached down and pulled her lips wide apart so I could get almost my whole hand full of the mixture deep inside her. "That feels really good, son. Try to turn your hand around inside and slide it up and down like you were fucking me with your fist; pump the goo as deep in me as you can. I'm very close to climaxing if you could do that for me." Mother pleaded. I obliged her request, and was myself rewarded with the view of her flopping tits and quivering thighs as she went through a wave of orgasms. Mother steadied herself by holding onto my head as her knees sagged a little. I turned my fist around twice more then slowly withdrew it from her pussy. I held up my hand and she licked the palm and the top, then sucked on each finger. When she took my thumb in her mouth, she not only sucked on it but twirled her tongue around it just as she did when she sucked my dick before our initiation ordeal. I kissed her vagina and came away with more slime on my face. "We will be fine, Jacob. We are all safe now, and we just have to trust in the plan He has for us, whatever it may be. I'm sure now He brought us here to help these people," Mother smiled down at me. "I never expected to live naked or fuck strangers, and I'm sure you never dreamed of watching your wife, sister and mother living this way either. I realize it must have been very difficult to kneel next to Alison while she sucked on all those men. But, we must overcome our inhibitions and adapt to their way of life. It is all new, and none of us could ever have imagined our current situation." The Keepers urged us back to rejoin the line of captives for the return to our pens. Women were expected to let the goo dry on them, allow it to soak in overnight, to be washed off only in the morning river dip. I'm sure it would be uncomfortable, with dirt and bugs sticking to the covered areas all night. As we settled into our respective pens for the evening, Andre casually mentioned that our Routines for the first day were almost completed. It was already dusk. My knees and mouth were sore, overworked. I just wanted to sleep. Our gate opened, and one of the younger female Keepers entered the pen, crawled to the middle and lay on her back with knees spread. Andre explained to Burgess, Jeremiah and me that the villagers realized we had strong needs, especially after watching and helping women get fucked all day. A different Keeper would be sent to us from now on to relieve our sexual frustrations; it was the final part of the Routines which we were part of now. Since they were not pure villagers, it would be of little consequence if they had one of our babies. It would be a mixed breed, which would confer a modicum of status on Keepers with light skinned babies. On the other hand, male Keepers were free to use captive women to relieve their own sexual frustrations, but only in the mouth or the ass. Any Keeper inserting his pecker into the vagina of a woman, captive or villager, would be banished from the tribe with often serious consequences. I remembered what Alison said about practicing sucking on Keepers' dicks. She had not mentioned the ass fuckings though. The young Keeper in our pen spread her legs wide, a definite invitation. She was already playing with her tits and fingering her cunt to get wet before we approached her. Jeremiah and I were shocked that Burgess was the first to jump on the opportunity, so to speak. He had always been the shy and reserved one of the three of us. In just seconds he had his pecker buried in the young Keeper, pumping away. Jeremiah and Andre were more subdued and steady. Jacques was rather rough with her, I thought. The Portuguese fellow passed, electing to sleep instead. It was my turn now, if I chose to do it. I looked at the young woman, her legs still spread, now with cum leaking out of her pussy. She beckoned me forward. I hesitated, feeling as though it would mean I was unfaithful to Alison. Then I remembered what Mother said after I finished putting the goo in her and fisted her cunt. The rules were all different now. I had seen Alison being fucked by dozens of men today and during our initiation ordeal. It wasn't as though she was unfaithful; she didn't really have a choice. I could choose not to do this woman, but what difference would it make anymore? It did not appear that I was ever again going to have regular sex with my wife. Her vagina was now for the exclusive use of the villagers, hoping to have her bear their children, not mine. I crawled over between the woman's legs. She reached up to take my penis in her hand and guide it inside her. I lay on top of her and started fucking. I reached up and played with her tits; she grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. It's not likely I would ever know if I got her pregnant or if it was one of the other captives, just like the captive women would never know who fathered their children. I pushed in deep as I exploded inside her. I looked down at her face; she was smiling back at me. Perhaps Mother was right; fucking this strange woman was just part of our new lifestyles. According to Andre, the Routines required that we alternate women each day. How soon would I be assigned to one of the women in my own family? What would it be like to lick them at the beginning, and fuck their asses at the end of the morning Routine? I did Mother's ass during the ordeal; but that memory was already fuzzy, and I didn't lick her clean that day. How would each of them respond to me being the "attendant?" It would be my job to guide penises into their vaginas when they were on hands and knees. I hoped I would continue to be assigned to other women until I was able to adjust to the idea of doing my own family. I backed away from the Keeper; she stood and walked out the pen gate. It was still light enough for me to see cum dripping from between her legs as she walked away. The first day of the "Routines" ended as I curled up and went to sleep, still worried about how I would cope with helping the women of my family get fucked. Andre's explanations of today's new experiences would have to wait until I could stay awake. Well-Bred Family Ch. 04 Routines Continue In the next few days I learned the names of the female captives and a couple of Seers. I was very unsure about how well I would handle "attending" one of the women in my family, or if I could do it at all. Andre warned me that refusing to attend one of the breeding captives was not an option. Punishment had been quick and severe the only time he refused, the first time he was assigned to his daughter, Melissa. "Even though she'd worked as a whore for a couple of years, I still couldn't bring myself to help others do it to her, or to fuck her in the ass myself," Andre said soberly. There was an absent look in his eyes, as though he was recalling the incident. "Missy pleaded with me to do it, told me it didn't really matter anymore. I mean that whole incest taboo we have in America. When I backed away from her lying there, waiting with her crotch over the jar, the Keepers held Missy down while more men did her, then they grabbed us, and staked us out together overnight. There was more, but I don't feel like talking about it right now." He quickly changed the subject, and explained the menstruation subject. "It's perfectly normal for women to bleed down there; they do it every month unless they're pregnant or after they reach a certain age. When Monique and the girls were working, they might have to take a week or so off. But some of the men didn't mind, especially if they'd been away from women for awhile. They would just have to tell the customers ahead of time they were bleeding. Then they had the option of fucking them or choosing another whore. When it's your turn to attend a woman on her cycle, don't be concerned. In fact, it's probably better if you don't think about it." I didn't have much time to mull over his comments. The Keepers came to take us to the river so we could wash and prepare for the morning. **** LULU: On the second day of "Routines," I was assigned to attend to one of Andre's daughters, Lulu, the heavier of the two. She had dark eyebrows and an enticing smile, complete with big dimples. Her breasts were just slightly larger than a young child's head. Lulu had several rolls of fat; one just above her belly button, another separating her gut from her thighs, which hung over the crotch such that the vagina was barely noticeable as she stood across from me. When we were ordered into position, she laid down with her crack almost perfectly over the hole with the jar below. Her knees were spread, her feet flat on the ground. Lulu pushed her breasts together, and said, "Why don't you start with these, darlin'? Chewin' on my titties makes me get warmed up real fast." I knelt at her side and placed my mouth over the closest one. I started sucking on her breast. "Swirl your tongue around the dark circle, and then start biting on my nipple. Not hard, just a little bit." I did as instructed, until she started moaning, then switched to the other one. Lulu lifted my head, and said, "Now you can start on my pussy. Do the same thing. Lick around the outside, suck on the middle skin part sticking out, and chew on my clit 'til I cum. You'll know when that is; your face will get real wet." She pulled her vagina open for me. There were thin tufts of hair along the outer lips, which started about midway up her slit and got darker and thicker above her vagina. I got on my knees between her legs and touched my tongue to the left side first, then worked my way up to the top and back down the other side several times before starting to suck on the thinner, inner lips of her pussy. By then she was actively responding, lifting her hips to rub her cunt against my face. I only chewed on her clit for maybe ten seconds before Lulu grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down hard into her crotch as she let out a loud, long moan. She was right; my face was flooded with her juice. I climbed back to her side while she reached for the first village pecker of the day. "Ya done fine, Sugar," was all she said as the man lay down on her and started pumping. The rest of the morning went about as expected. I admired the way her tits hung past her elbow when the men were taking her from behind. We were the second couple to fill the jar and be done with the first Routine. "I know how to milk my men and get every drop out of them," she said as she rolled over on her stomach and stretched her butt cheeks wide for me to finish. I scooped a finger full up her crack and stretched the hole just like Andre had taught me, then inserted my penis and lay on her back. Her rear end was large, so she kept her hands in place, spreading her cheeks so I could get in deeper. When I released inside her and backed away, she looked over her shoulder and giggled. "I'll be sure and tell your wife you're a good butt-fucker, too." I didn't know what to say, so I just bent forward and licked her clean. After the jar was collected by a Keeper, we knelt together and watched the others finish. The afternoon Routine was no different than the day before. The captives were in a line on their knees; women sucking on village men, while the male captives licked and sucked on native pussies. The locals chatted and laughed as they were receiving our attentions. Again the male captives finished first, so we watched as the captive women continued to suck on men, for almost another hour it seemed. Alison and the Portuguese fellow had the "honor" of mixing up the goo in the big pot. She was hesitant to dip into it; he acted as though he were just washing up for dinner back home. **** SUN YING: Sun Ying was the third woman assigned to me. I studied her while she stood across from me, waiting for the day's Routines to begin. She was petite and quite thin. Her breasts weren't much more than small mounds with dark nipples. She had a tight abdomen, and a small but thick black patch of triangular hair. As we took our positions, I viewed her vagina for the first time. There was still clear traces of blood from her cycle, as Andre described it. It was not flowing like a deep cut, just there, apparently coming from the hole where the penises went in. Her tiny, tight bottom was perfectly positioned above the jar so I had no adjusting to do. As she spread her legs and lay back, I could see the hair stopped at the top of her slit; only a few single hairs lined the outside of her vaginal lips. Sun Ying apparently did not speak English. So she pulled her lips wide open, gave me a slight smile and nodded toward her crotch. That wasn't hard to understand; she wanted me to just start down there to get her lubricated for the first villagers of the day. I didn't think about the blood, just as Andre suggested. But I could taste the difference from my previous two encounters. The woman's scent was combined with the coppery taste of blood. I was familiar with that taste from the few times I had cuts on my hands or arms. I don't know whether her cycle had anything to do with it, but she reached orgasm much faster than Monique or Lulu had. Perhaps she had been a prostitute in her land. I backed away and knelt by her side as she reached out for the first penis of the day. Her tiny hand barely wrapped all the way around it, but it slid in very easily. I wondered if she'd be able to take in inside all the way, and how a woman that small could birth a baby. When it was time for her to change positions, it amazed me how little her pussy appeared from behind. I don't know why, but I spread my hands across her butt; I could cover her whole rear end with my hands. I carefully guided the next penis into place, then cupped her entire breast in the palm of my hand. I couldn't do much more than rub it and play with her nipple. While the first villager was taking her from behind, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled again as if to say, "This is just part of our lives now; all we can do is accept it." Sun Ying was able to convey wisdom without words. At the conclusion of the morning Routine, she had to really stretch her rear end wide. Her bottom was so tight, the cheeks easily covered the target hole. I lubricated her well, and was as gentle as I could be. She never complained, or even seemed to notice when I was buried deep inside her. I finished, cleaned her up and we waited for the last three to fill up their jars. **** DESIREE: My fourth "assignment" was a French woman, Desiree. She didn't speak English, either, but could communicate through Jacques if they were coupled or next to each other. Fortunately on my first day with her, Jacques was on my left, attending to Sun Ying. Desiree was a beautiful brunette, thin but not boney, and slightly taller than me. Her pubic hair was thin and wispy; her breasts were rounded but not large. As we stood across from each other, she was expressionless. Evidently she'd accepted this lifestyle and just resigned herself to do what she had to in order to survive. While she was getting into position above the jar, she quietly said something to Jacques. He looked at me and translated: "She just wants you to bite nipples, then clitoris. She will push your head between her legs when she's ready; bite her down there." I glanced at her on her back; she just nodded her head and offered her tits by squeezing them together with her hands. "Are you sure she wants me to actually bite her?" I asked. "Oui. I attend her much. She even don't care you make titties bleed some," Jacques responded casually. I chewed one nipple, then the other and went back and forth. She yelped a few times before pushing my head down to her crotch. Desiree pulled her lips back so I could clearly see her clit. As I touched my tongue to it, she just said "Oui." I bit it gently at first, until she pushed my face harder into her vagina. She cried out, but was eagerly humping my face. It took less than twenty or thirty seconds before Desiree closed her thighs around my head, while at the same time I could feel and taste her gushing. I moved into position next to her. She smiled at me and said "Oui" again as she anxiously grabbed for the waiting penis between her legs, which by that time were wide open with toes pointed out. When we changed positions, I discovered I could easily hold her breast in both hands. I thumbed her nipple after inserting the dick from behind. When the time came, I was able to fully appreciate her delightfully formed butt. I wasted no time in starting my final morning task; but I took longer than necessary to clean her ass. Desiree didn't seem to mind. That afternoon, Jeremiah and Elizabeth were chosen to mix the large pot and do the pasting. He was hesitant; she immediately sunk her arms in past her elbows and began sloshing the concoction thoroughly. When she took a big scoop and tasted it, the women in line laughed. As the last woman of the day, Elizabeth helped Jeremiah "paste" her own tits and crotch. She not only licked his fingers clean after they came out of her pussy, she shoved the last bit of goo from the pot deep inside herself and licked her hand until no evidence of the mixture remained. I was still very apprehensive about "attending" to the women in my family. It was a peculiar mix of dread and curiosity. How would it feel to have my face between their legs, play with their tits and do them in the ass when the others finished? Even more unsettling, how would they react to me helping others fuck them, and having me cum in their asses? I was hoping I would have another couple of days to sort things out in my mind before I had to confront those deep, personal doubts. **** DARCY: The next day I helped Darcy. She was about my height with very dark hair, and somewhat plump, or maybe a kinder way to put it was that she was filled out. Darcy had nice breasts; standing across from her I estimated I could manage to just wrap my hands around them when she was on her hands and knees. Her tummy was pudgy, but by no means fat. There was hardly any hair around her crotch, so her lips and slit were well-defined even as she stood upright. Unlike my last two "assignments," Darcy had a cute smile and sparkling eyes. It struck me as odd that with captive women walking around naked all the time that I would even notice her eyes. My very limited sexual experiences prior to capture initially created a fascination with the naked female form. Perhaps the novelty had already worn off, and I would start to notice other things besides tits, asses and pussies. "Just start licking while I play with my tits," she encouraged as she got into position. "I cum really fast, and often. Maybe you heard me on the line before? I don't mind letting everyone know when I have one; in fact, it gets me even more excited to get fucked while lots of people are watching." I just nodded and smiled; I had heard her before, and she shared her pleasures with anyone in earshot. I spread her lips and began licking up and down the inside. I doubt it took a full minute before she was groaning loudly and swamping my face with her feminine flow. When I backed away, she was still wriggling her crotch and squishing her tits really hard. Darcy held her hand out for the first man as she opened the "welcoming womb" with her other hand. I knelt beside her as she seemed to rush through men. It was embarrassing at the time, but I saw her tits swinging a couple of times on other days as she was fucked from behind, and I was anxious to play with them myself. When she rolled over onto her knees, I looked at her back end. Darcy's asshole stuck out, puckered, a little more than the other women's. It appeared her pussy lips from underneath were thicker, puffier as well. She had a large, oval-shaped rear end; not flabby, just big. Even in my first few days I was surprised to discover how different each female's body was. Having never seen Alison completely naked during our short marriage, I had nothing to judge by. With the fashions of the time, a man could only tell whether a woman was short or tall, skinny or fat. Proper New England women just didn't show legs or any cleavage. Now, there was no longer anything to hide the smallest details. As our captivity progressed, I would discover freckles, moles, birthmarks and scars in all sorts of places. **** ELIZABETH: We had never been very close growing up, so I was relieved when my first family member assigned was Elizabeth. Oddly enough, doing my sister in front of a crowd was not as awkward as having to do my wife or my mother. From her actions and enthusiasm, it was very obvious Elizabeth adapted to our situation quickly. She was a fat woman in a society where fat women were highly valued, and promptly overcame her fears and inhibitions about being constantly nude. In fact, she was damn cheerful about the whole thing. I had to ask her to slide her hole about six inches toward me to center above the jar. It would be difficult to keep track of where the cum was dripping from because of her very substantial cunt. Her huge tits rolled to the outside of her chest, nipples almost pointing sideways. She had three distinct rolls; one just below her tits, another across her midsection and one just above her crotch. There were deep lines between her pussy and her thighs, creating the appearance that her pussy was its own, well-defined section. In just a matter of a few days, Elizabeth had become blunt and crude, speaking like Andre or one of his women. "Suck on my titties first, Jacob. I like that a lot," she insisted as she pulled her left tit back to the middle of her chest. So I started with that one. Elizabeth moved me to do the other side before forcing my face downward. To be quite blunt, she had trouble pulling her lips far enough apart for me to get in very deep. It then occurred to me that only those villagers with very long penises would get very far inside her. I wasn't about to ask her how it felt being fucked by strange men. But as I was licking (and gasping for air) I realized it may not be the fucking that excited her so much as having an audience, just as Darcy explained the day before. She shuddered to a mild orgasm, then restlessly reached for her first fuck of the morning. Throughout the day I observed Elizabeth closely for the first time. My sister loved having her legs open; loved having men take her from behind while I squeezed and pulled on her tits. As I anticipated, it was not possible to get my hands all the way around one of her tits. And when the time came, she promptly turned over and pulled her big cheeks apart. As before, I lubricated with the goo dripping out under her, and swiftly pushed my penis all the way in. To my surprise, instead of protesting my rapid penetration, she just turned her head sideways and sighed, "Now that you're in, go nice and slow, Jacob. It feels really nice when you do it nice and slow." She turned back to rest her chin on her crossed arms as I plunged into her ass as far as I could, and as slowly as I could. Even with her help, I had to force her butt crack wider in order to breathe while I cleaned her up. I was placed next to Elizabeth for the afternoon Routine. She seemed to take as much pleasure in sucking black peckers as she did having them inside her. When they came she would simply hold it in her mouth until they were done, then spit the contents into the jar at her side. After cleaning each one, she would look up and give the man a big grin. She glanced at me and just winked, then quickly wrapped her lips around the next one in line. While waiting for the next woman to cue up in front of me, I looked down the line at the captive women. Even Monique and her daughters were not as enthusiastic about sucking peckers, and they had been professional whores. My sister had suddenly turned into what we used to refer to as a trollop back home. From the few times I'd been close enough to observe her, Mother seemed to have adapted to these circumstances quite well, too. She also appeared nonchalant about complete nudity. And I watched, and heard, her have multiple orgasms when the men were on top as well as when they took her from behind. I reluctantly accepted the possibility that she, too, might be enjoying daily sex in public; but I was not yet ready to label my mother as a trollop. I was relatively certain Mother and Alison would, but I began to seriously question whether Elizabeth would go back to New England if we were somehow rescued. I chose not to discuss the issue with her husband, Burgess. He'd become even more quiet and withdrawn since we began the Routines. **** BALILI: According to Andre, Balili (Ba-lee-lee is how it sounded when he said it) was from somewhere in Arabia, but I was not familiar enough with that part of the world to comprehend what that might look like. We had been told in school it was a hot desert with camels, and not much beyond that. Her build was slight, but not skinny. She had full, round breasts which swung noticeably as she walked; her pubic hair was dark but not too thick to peek at her pussy from where I was standing. What struck me about her was her black, shiny hair; dark, dark eyes; heavy eyebrows, but not unbecoming; and her lips seemed perfectly formed, if there is such a thing. Odd as it may sound, I stared at the woman's face rather than her nude body. Once in position, she gently pulled her lips apart with long, delicate fingers and nodded to direct my attention to her crotch. Balili was very pleasant and smiling, although she never spoke a word. I was in awe of her fluidity and poise, the way she carried and presented herself. I could almost imagine she had come from a wealthy, refined family, but I might never really know since there was no common language. Andre said his wife and daughters had taught her a few English words, such as food, water, sleep. He also indicated she did not seem to care much about associating with the other captives. She was content to just stay in her own world and take each day as it came. Well-Bred Family Ch. 04 I believe she had several orgasms during the morning Routine, but Balili was much more subtle about it than the other women. She was very relaxed when it was time for me to do her rear hole. Her arms and legs were spread casually, as though she were just sunning herself on a New England summer beach. I did it and cleaned her up, then we waited for others to finish the morning Routine. I don't understand why, but sitting next to her made me feel chivalrous or gallant or important. It wasn't love; more like admiration or respect. I also gained confidence about myself, with a more positive outlook on our family's situation. I'm not sure how to describe the sensation of being with her, but I had never felt that way around anyone before, male or female. **** GISELLE: I was not only discovering how different their bodies were, but also how different their personalities were. Giselle came from South Carolina, complete with the lilt in her voice and drawn-out drawl when she spoke. Her body was very different than the others. She was tall and very thin, everywhere but her breasts. They were at least as big as Mother's or Monique's, which made her look seriously disproportionate. Other days I noticed them swinging outrageously when she was being taken on her hands and knees. In addition to being big, full tits, they were unusually long, hanging well below her elbows when in that position. What struck me as extraordinary was how different her breasts looked when she was standing versus when on her hands and knees. They looked like small watermelons when she was upright, but like stockings with rocks in the bottoms when hanging loose. Gravity also made her nipples pop out to about the size of my thumb, up to the first knuckle. She dropped into position when ordered. Her pussy was small and tight; I could almost cover her entire opening with my mouth. I wondered how long it would stay that way with excessive daily use. It's hard to determine a woman's personality or intelligence when you're only helping her get fucked, but the few times she spoke she was giddy, flighty. The experience with her was definitely peculiar. Between negligible orgasms she giggled most of the time. Strangers were pumping her from behind, I was yanking hard on her elongated tits and she kept giggling. A few of the women so far were able to carry on conversations while they were on their backs or hands and knees getting fucked. None of them chuckled or laughed through most of it. Other than her odd behavior, that's all I remember about that day's Routine. I can't recall who was next to me during the afternoon, or who got to blend the tub. **** ALISON: Now that I'd become accustomed to seeing naked women on a daily basis, and actually studying features other than those generally hidden by clothing, I took time to scrutinize the pregnant ones. Because they were already pregnant, they lined up with the male captives to attend to the captives the villagers were still trying to impregnate. As a result, I had only been able to glance at them briefly each morning as we bathed in the river. Sarah Jane and Frances had the largest stomachs, which, according to Andre, meant they would have babies very soon. Elvira's belly stuck out noticeably, but less than half as far as the other two. Sarah Jane lined up next to me for the morning Routine; it was the first opportunity I had to scrutinize, and be able to talk with, a pregnant woman. She had an impish smile, and blue eyes, like the color of the open ocean. Her build was average, not thin but not chubby either. Most conspicuous, though, was that her breasts were much too large for her body size, rounded and rolling to the outside over her protruding belling. Perhaps they would hang straight down after the baby was born. The areolas were also bigger than other women's, with a diameter about the length of my longest finger. I had never noticed before, but she had small wooden slivers going through each nipple at its base! I glanced down the line at the other pregnant ones, and they too had similar piercings. When Sarah Jane saw me staring at her breasts, she hoisted them in her hands and turned toward me for a closer look. "It's a mark of increased value among these people, to have these little sticks through our titties when we're carrying babies. They also believe it helps us get more milk after the baby comes, but I think that's kind of silly, don't you?" Sarah Jane had a soft-spoken Southern accent. "Besides, it's not like they let us nurse the babies we give them. They just take the milk and give it to the toddlers to drink." "What do you mean, 'take the milk?'" I asked quietly so as not to draw attention to our conversation. Sarah Jane chuckled. "When the baby is born, they take these sticks out. Then Keepers squeeze the milk out of our tits into a big bowl twice a day, until we get pregnant again. As soon as they find out we're expecting they put the sticks back in. This is my second time being pregnant." I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I smiled at her and turned to look over the other two pregnant women in our line while the Keepers sorted out the day's assignments across the mat in the other line of captive women. While Sarah Jane's huge belly went smoothly from her ribs to the vagina, Frances's tummy stuck far out, starting just below her breasts down to not more than two or three inches above her pussy. Small tufts of hair stuck out and down on Frances, so her pussy was not visible when standing and there were clear lines where her stomach ended and her thighs began. With Sarah Jane, there were no lines. Her skin flowed smoothly from under her breasts down to her knees, and her vagina was just part of the curve of her belly, covered with pubic hair, but still visible. I was later told that the differences had to do with how the baby was "set" and the size of the baby. I had no way of knowing whether those were facts or myths. Frances and Elvira had sticks through their nipples, too. They were all about the thickness of a quill pen, sharpened on the inserted end, and a perhaps a little more than three inches long. Sarah Jane saw me gazing at the others, and said, "It hurts like hell when they put them in. And no one is allowed to hold you down while they're doing it. You're supposed to offer the Seers your tits, and stand still while they push the damn things all the way through. I screamed my head off, but nobody forced me or held me. I knew it would be painful, but better than one of their punishments. So I just squealed and bawled until it was done. So did Elvira and Frances." I noticed Frances had tubular, elongated tits riding on top of her belly; Elvira had tiny breasts that hardly stood out at all. While staring at Elvira, who was showing but not very big yet, I wondered how the women in my family would react to the piercings. I was also curious what they would look like when they were pregnant, and how they would feel about being "milked" twice a day, like a goat or a cow. Alison was the smallest of the three, so it seemed more likely that she might have trouble with the delivery. Oddly enough, it was the first time I actually thought about my wife being pregnant. I turned back to see if the assignments were completed. Jeremiah was next to me; he would attend Sun Ying this morning. They pushed Alison into place, directly across from me; I would "attend" to my own wife today! Even though I brooded over this moment for several days, I didn't think I was quite ready to help strange men from another continent fuck my wife. I swallowed hard and tried to remain calm. Although I'd seen her in various positions since we arrived, for the first time since the initiation ordeal (when we were both scared to death) I was able to examine her completely naked in front of me. Alison was slightly taller than me, with a thin build and small breasts that pointed out and down without lying against her chest at all. I had not noticed her nipples before; they stuck out quite a ways and were surrounded by small, dark areolas. I remembered feeling her little patch of hair before, but I now was able to leisurely stare at the form of her vagina. As Alison positioned herself above the jar, she gave me a very feeble smile. "You don't need to do anything to my breasts; you can just start down there. It shouldn't take too long. Did they tell you I 'squirt' when I cum?" she asked in an unemotional manner. All I could do was nod my head. I had never even seen her pussy in the daylight before we were captured. She pulled it open and I briefly looked at my wife's open cunt for the first time. It was almost diamond shaped, with soft points at the top and bottom with widening peaks on either side. The hair stopped just above the top; inside the small vagina there were varying shades of pink. Below that was the tiny puckered hole I would delve into and clean later in the morning Routine. I bent forward and began to lick and suck like I had with the others. "I just didn't want you to be surprised or choke when juices start shooting out of me." Within minutes she started moaning. I continued until I heard a short burst of three grunts, then moved back. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth was open, gasping for air. And a clear liquid shot from her cunt to my chin and chest as she thrust her pelvis up and down rapidly while fingering herself. "I'm sorry, I never knew you... you squirted." I murmured. "I should have paid closer attention." "Jacob, it's not really your fault. I never knew I could have an orgasm until we got here. Now, it happens several times a day. When we were home, I was embarrassed to have you see me totally nude. I was raised to believe that it was not proper for a man to see a woman that way. Now, our world is exactly the opposite. Not only are we naked all the time, but people stand around and watch me get... have sexual intercourse. I've accepted that this will be our way of life until your father or someone else rescues us. It's useless to fight them or resist; where would we go if we tried to escape? I have no idea where we are, do you?" she asked in a very practical tone of voice. I shook my head in silence and moved to her side as my wife reached out for the first cock of the day, guiding it into her "welcoming womb." At first I tried to ignore her newly found passion and orgasms. Then I decided it wouldn't make any difference if I watched her. The small tits were covered when men were on top; her knees were almost perpendicular to the rest of her body, sticking straight out. Several times she looked up to see if I was watching her fuck. Alison showed a slight curiosity, but not really any serious interest whether I watched or not. As she said, it's just the way things were now. When she changed positions, nothing was said while I directed the first penis into her from behind. Once he was in and began pumping, Alison looked over her shoulder and instructed me to squeeze her tits hard but just pull on her nipples lightly. The rest of the morning was purely methodical for both of us. After the jar was filled, she casually rolled over and pulled her small cheeks apart. Without looking directly at me, Alison said, "Please lubricate my ass really well. And don't take too long fucking me. It still hurts and I'm not used to it yet." After I did her and cleaned her up, we knelt silently together waiting for the last couple to fill their container. I could no longer tell if we were really married or if she had feelings for me. Perhaps she never had. After all, getting married was just something proper New England women did. Love and affection had nothing to do with the arrangement. Other than raising children and keeping an organized house, the only other major expectation placed on wives was fidelity. That was no longer an issue, either. I tried to envision how she might react to having sticks inserted behind her nipples, and how Alison would look pregnant with another man's child,. The way the process worked with these people, there was no way to tell who the actual father was. While we marched back to the pens at midday, I contemplated whether I would be as apathetic about my mother as I'd been with my wife and sister. Would it be about the same, or would I be more emotional knowing it was my own mother I was attending? Would it make any difference to her who attended, or just like any other day since the Routines began? It was bound to happen tomorrow or the next day; she and Missy were the only two captives I had yet to attend. I don't believe either of us knew how the other would react. **** MISSY: With the very limited experience I had in determining what did or did not create the perfect female form, I'd been fascinated by Andre's daughter, Melissa, since our first day of Routines. She looked as though one of the nude sculptures at the museums in Boston or New York stepped out of the stone form and began breathing and walking. Her breasts followed a smooth slope down from her shoulders, then gracefully curved back under to her chest. The areolas were the size of a silver dollar, her nipples looked like the tips of her delicate ring finger and seemed rigid enough to hang a small sign from. Missy was thin enough that her chest flowed smoothly past her stomach to her groin with no lines in between. Her hips were not as wide as her shoulders; her arms and legs flawlessly formed. Her pubic hair was dark but sparse, giving the impression of a tree with broad limbs, an arced top and the trunk going an inch or so down the middle of her slit. Her torso merged seamlessly into her thighs, forming a perfectly rounded "Y." Missy's vagina was like none of the others, perhaps best described as just enhancing the area with two gently curved mounds flowing vertically from her thighs to the thin center line. Her face rested atop a long, slender neck; she had piercing green eyes, an elfin nose and lips were held in a constant yet diminutive smile and were the same color as her nipples. Every movement she made was elegant to the point where her bearing challenged her nude beauty for the attention of the fortunate observers. To say the least, I was mesmerized by this young woman. Even as she tastefully positioned herself above the jar, I still could not imagine she had been a prostitute in New Orleans or anywhere else. Men must have waited long hours and paid fortunes just to be with her awhile. Her breasts rolled easily on her chest as she slowly spread her legs and reached down to part the shapely lips. "My name is Melissa, but everyone calls me Missy," she said to put me at ease. Still, I couldn't even manage to stutter a reply. "If you would please just use your tongue to offer some attention down there, this morning will be off to a good start." This amazing lady was gentle and kind even when she was describing how she wanted her pussy licked! I looked down and saw her long fingers pull back the lips. It was amusing that it appeared as though she was simply peeling back the petals on a flower. The hole was small, tight; hard to believe there had been so many men inside, before and after she arrived here. I got lost in the satisfaction of having my face between her legs. She softly lifted my head and said, "It's fine, now. I'm wet enough to begin, Jacob." I looked up and smiled at her, somewhat humiliated. I was supposed to pleasure her to begin the day, not the other way around. As I moved to her side, she spread her legs wide and beamed at the man behind me, beckoning him to lie on top of her as she guided him in. All I could do was stare at Missy's face as she went through the first set of men. Before she rolled over, she noticed me glancing at the cum dripping out of her. "It's quite alright, Jacob," she assured me. "I was a whore before I got here, remember? And hundreds more have been inside me since we were captured. I serve the same purpose as the other women. I give sex and pleasure, and eventually I'll have babies. We all have the same parts, and they all do the same function. Only our appearances are different. I actually enjoy sex, very much. Here, I don't have to worry about money, or being beaten for no reason. I like having men in me; front, back and even my mouth. It's exhilarating, Jacob, to know what I can do with my body. Try to understand. Your sister and mother have already discovered the adventure of so many men every day. I believe Alison has also realized this is the way our world is now." By then the Keepers were urging us to continue, so Missy got on her hands and knees, and I inserted the first man from behind. I carefully massaged her breasts. "You may squeeze them if you like, Jacob. They won't break off," she teased. I was hoping it would take a long time to fill up the jar; I just enjoyed being next to her, even as she fucked other men. I'd like to think she had another orgasm when I exploded in her rear end; at least she made me believe she did. **** MOTHER: As they lined her up in front of me, I took a deep breath and tried to control my trembling. She stood directly across from me with a hesitant smile. The time had come for me to attend to my mother. It took a few minutes before I could raise my head and look at her. I'd seen her naked for almost two weeks. I watched as others attended her, and observed her get fucked over a hundred times already. During our initiation she'd taken me in her mouth and easily swallowed my seed, and I took her in the rear. I saw her take many other men in her mouth since then. We even "pasted and tasted" together. Yet, I had never before given her pleasure to begin the morning Routine. I hadn't sat next to her as she willingly welcomed strangers into her vagina, nor guided penises into it from behind her, nor played with her tits while they did her. It was time to do all these things to the one person I'd been with almost every day of my life. When given the signal, Mother moved forward and positioned her crotch above the jar. Her legs were casually open, but not spread out immediately like many of the other women. Instead of lying flat, she leaned back on her hands such that her upper body was almost upright. Her large breasts rolled down and out across her chest. "Good morning, Jacob," she said softly. I looked up at her and murmured, "Hello, Mother. It's good to see you are well." "Yes, I'm fine, son. I hoped when this day arrived that we could talk. It's been a long time since we were able to talk." She saw the uneasiness in my eyes; maybe she'd anticipated it. "Perhaps it would be more relaxing if you started with these," as she nodded toward her breasts. I knelt between her legs and began sucking on her right tit. Mother continued to use one arm to prop herself up; with the other she ran fingers through my hair while I had her tit in my mouth. She didn't speak, just moaned indicating her satisfaction with my current task. Mother smiled down at me as I switched sides. I pulled back after servicing both breasts. She slowly laid down flat, and cautiously pulled her knees up and spread her legs. "Whatever you feel like doing would be all right, Jacob. I'm a bit wet down there already; I usually am by the time we line up each morning. I'm sure this is hard for you; it's an extremely awkward situation for both of us. Take as much time as you need, son. I'll deal with the Keepers if there's a problem." With that, she turned her head to look away and clinched her fists as I lowered my face into position. Mother had not reached down to spread her lips like the other women; she would leave that to me, if that's what I chose to do. I just stared at for perhaps two minutes. A light covering of pubic hair ran from about three inches above her slit down between her thighs along the outside lips to a point between her vagina and asshole. The darker folds of her inner lips stuck out a little, and already glistened with her juices. I used my thumbs to open the outer lips and gently ran my tongue up the inside. I repeated the process several times. Mother softly sighed, but still had not spoken further. Well-Bred Family Ch. 04 When I exposed her clitoris and began sucking on it, her response intensified. Her pelvis went into a slight motion, and she whispered, "That's very nice, Jacob." I took a breath and glanced up at the same time; she was still looking away, not yet at ease with the knowledge that it was my face between her legs. I tried not to think about it either, just considered it a pussy that didn't belong to anyone in particular. At least that's the lie I told myself while I was sucking and licking. She stifled a squeal just as her vagina contracted and got very wet. I glimpsed a slight smile on Mother's face as I positioned myself next to her. She wrapped her fingers around the first villager of the day and steered it into the "welcoming womb" as she'd been taught. It wasn't until after she loaded the fourth man that she turned to look at me. Mother waited for him to get into a rhythm before she spoke. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I think you should know that before we left New England, I was quite blunt with Alison and your sister. I explained very clearly the risks to us, as women; that it was quite possible we could be raped, and perhaps killed. We discussed the potential to be taken by pirates or natives. We prayed together several times, and decided that helping your father with the mission was worth the risks. By the time we sailed, I believe all three of us were resigned to the fact that we would eventually be raped somewhere along the way. We even discussed the subject several times during the voyage, and vowed we would overcome whatever providence held for us and move forward with our work at the mission." Mother paused for a slight orgasm of her own just as the villager thrust in all the way and grunted, signifying his conclusion. She waited until the fifth one was in before resuming. "Jacob, none of us ever expected anything like this to happen. We believed that when the time came, we would be raped and released... or killed. At night we talk in the pens, with Monique and the others. I don't think your father, or anyone else, will be able to find us, at least not for quite awhile, perhaps years." We each had the beginning of tears in our eyes. This was the final, conclusive acknowledgment by both of us that our lives would now be spent like this, day in and day out. "Jacob, we were sent here for a reason, a higher purpose. We should pray and try to understand what was meant by sending us here. Alison, Elizabeth and I have accepted that we will bear babies for these people, and endure whatever other indignities they thrust upon us. Monique told us that our willing cooperation with these people would insure that all of six of us would be safe; not be taken far into the jungle and deserted, left to die as happened to a couple that was here when Monique arrived." Neither of us spoke as I scooped her vagina's contents into the jar before Mother changed positions. The next man in line was discussing something with Ulan, one of the Seers. I took the opportunity to gently guide Mother back a couple of inches so the drippings would land in, or at least near, the mouth of the jar. Absent-mindedly I softly stroked her large butt, then bent forward for a closer look at her rear entrances. The skin surrounding her asshole was darker than the area around it, just like most of the other women. The puckered part was bigger than most, but the hole itself still closed tightly. Below that hung the underside of her pussy, about the size of two large apple slices pressed together with a clear line down the center. A short string of goo dangled from the slot. I casually scooped it with my finger and wiped it on the edge of the jar. Mother didn't turn around or say anything as I continued to finger her pussy, searching for more cum to deposit before the next man started. The skin on the underside of her vagina was somewhat tougher, less elastic than the skin on her butt. It was a shade darker and stiffer, much like a nipple felt. I studied the opening as I played with it. How could a baby fit through that hole? Yet, Elizabeth and I both came into the world through this small slit in Mother's body. I had never witnessed the birthing process, not even with pets or farm animals. Looking at her from this angle significantly heightened my curiosity about pregnancies and the deliveries of babies. Then one of the most unusual sensations since our capture hit me. I looked below her ass and stared at her feet, spread wide on the ground. She was on her knees, with her heels up and her toes curled under. In spite of all of us being nude for a couple of weeks, and seeing countless tits and asses and pussies, it hadn't completely registered in my brain, until now. I had never seen Mother's feet! Other than her face and hands; everything else was always covered until we were captured. Looking at her feet made me finally realize that she was unconditionally naked and probably would remain that way for the rest of her life. The black pecker wagging in my view brought me back to the present situation. I split Mother's lips with one hand and guided his penis into position with the other hand. When he was about half-way in, Mother gently pushed back to take him all the way inside. They began a soft tempo as I directed my attention to her closest tit. She looked over her shoulder at me as I squeezed it and thumbed the nipple, but said nothing. She just watched my face as I played with a tit that once nursed my sister and me, at the same time a stranger was fucking her from behind. I tightened my grip around it and pinched the nipple hard. Mother was still looking at me, but didn't jerk or flinch, just continued to smile. She waited until I'd inserted the second man before she spoke again. "Doesn't that seem vulgar, Jacob? I mean, shoving a black dick into your Mother's cunt? Or sticking your fingers in deep to scoop it out?" she asked. I must have had a blank look on my face, which made her chuckle. "Monique and the others are trying to get us accustomed to new expressions as well as a very different lifestyle. You knew they were whores in New Orleans, didn't you?" "Yes, they told me when I attended them. Andre told me before that," I murmured. "Well, we don't get paid for it, exactly. But now your mother, your sister and your wife stay naked all the time, and we fuck or suck dozens of men every day. We're not even particular about who we do. It doesn't matter, really. So I guess that makes us whores, too, doesn't it?" It was an odd question. "I don't know, Mother. It's not as though you have any choice, like you wanted to be... in that line of work," I muttered. She looked away and didn't respond until after I loaded the third man. Then she looked back over her shoulder at me when I resumed yanking on her tit "It makes no difference whether we want to or not, Jacob. We would never be received by women at home after what we've done. They would treat us like trash, just like the whores on the waterfront. You understand that, don't you?" she asked. I barely nodded, but knew that Mother was probably right. It could never be the same between us, any of us, again. The feelings and love were still there, but now Mother, Elizabeth and Alison were just naked women I watched getting fucked daily. Sometimes I helped them get fucked; so did Burgess and Jeremiah. Even if Father or someone else did come to the rescue, what they think about us? They would see all of us naked; visions of the women, especially, would not likely go away. They would probably see them all getting fucked, at least once. How would they react when Mother, Elizabeth and even Alison had large orgasms in front of crowds? "Jacob, you should know that Elizabeth and I have already decided to stay here. There's no sense in us going anywhere; nobody would accept us after this. It's possible Alison feels the same way, although she's not said it in so many words," Mother told me. "There's something else you need to know about, Jacob," she said softly, making sure I was looking at her as she spoke. "Elizabeth and I enjoy this... these routines as they call them. We don't have to pretend or hide anything. We don't have to try to be someone we don't really want to be. She and I have talked about it a lot, and we've talked with Monique and her daughters. If we went back, we would end up being prostitutes in a bar somewhere. At least here, we know what to expect. As long as we cooperate, none of us will be harmed. Jacob, we like to be naked, and... you've probably noticed, we both get a lot of pleasure being fucked every day. We have fun sucking on their dicks, too. Alison seems to enjoy these things as well." "Yes, Mother. I got the same impression the day I attended her." We didn't speak again until she was on her back for the third time that day. After the second of that series (her twelfth "guest" of the day, actually), Mother reached over and wrapped her fingers around my penis, then rubbed her thumb around the tip of it. I was looking down at her when a pair of legs come into view in front of me. Chloe appeared to be the youngest of the Seers. She was quite a bit taller than me, thin with very light brown hair. She had full, rounded breasts with average areolas and nipples. They had small but colorful designs on them. There was also a circular pattern around the Seer's scar or brand above her vagina. Her full, bare mound gradually curved out from her stomach then disappeared sharply between her long, shapely legs. She watched as Mother covered the tip of my penis with the palm of her hand just before I exploded. Mother caught most of it in her cupped hand, then took it to her mouth and licked it clean. All the while this was happening, the man on top of her continued pumping and seemed not to notice, or didn't care. Chloe just smiled at us both and moved down the line to check the progress of the others. Mother spoke softly, and said, "Remember, you still need to save some of that to put in my behind this morning." After Mother inserted the next man in line, she continued our conversation. "I've noticed you watching my tits several times, Jacob. It seems you like to look at them when I'm on my knees." I blushed, not sure how to respond. "Don't be bashful about it. I was just curious, that's all." I stuttered, trying to decide what to say. "I like... I enjoy... watching them hang down. I like seeing them bounce around when... when you're getting it from behind." Giselle was on her back next to us. Elizabeth was on her hands and knees beside Giselle; Burgess was attending to her tit on the other side. Mother nodded in her direction. "It looks like Elizabeth is about to climax again. She has wonderful titties, don't you think?" Mother didn't wait for an answer. "They flop around wildly when she's coming. I suppose all of ours do, but hers are the largest of the captives, I believe." Elizabeth let out a loud, low howl; we watched as not only her tits shuddered, but her tummy, thighs and hips as well. Mother touched my dick again, to get my attention. "At night in the pen, when the male Keepers come in, Lulu's been teaching us how to suck and swallow without choking. I'm doing it much better than the first time with you, right before our initiation. It's actually quite stimulating. Perhaps I'll have another chance to show you some time." While she worked at getting her jar filled, Mother continued to talk about what used to be very private subjects. She described what it felt like to have different sized penises in her, and how it felt when the man's load emptied into her. She enjoyed the feeling of men on top while they were fucking her, but liked the feeling of being taken from behind. Mother said it was nice to have her tits hanging loose and played with while she was getting pumped from behind, but she also liked the idea that she didn't know, or really care, who was inside her. She chuckled when she thought how others from our New England congregation might react if they were standing around, like the natives were, watching all of them getting fucked. It finally dawned on me that Mother was trying to shock me into recognizing she and Elizabeth, and probably Alison, had really become "whores." I told Mother her jar was full. She let the last man do her lying down. When he finished, she calmly rolled over and spread her legs and her butt cheeks wide. I lubricated the hole and positioned my dick at the entry. "Just shove it in, and do it hard, please. I seem to like it that way best," Mother instructed me. She raised her hips to allow me to get in as far as possible. I pumped hard; she had an orgasm before I did. We lay together like that for several minutes, until I plopped out. I scooped what was oozing out into the jar below, then sucked the rest out as I cleaned her hole. When the jar was ready, the Keeper took it to Chloe. Mother and I knelt side-by-side at the end of the mat. She reached over and placed her hand on top of mine, and squeezed it hard. "I'm still your mother, Jacob, and I will always love you as such. But we're not the same people we were when we left New England. None of us will ever be the same. I need to know you understand that, and can accept all of us living together like this." "I understand, Mother. I'm trying hard to make the best of things. It's just very difficult to adjust to seeing the three of you... like this every day." I hung my head. Mother squeezed my hand again, then slid it over between her legs. Her pussy was still wet and sticky. She rubbed my hand up and down her slit a couple of times before gently pushing two of my fingers up inside her. We left them there until the others finished the morning Routine.