It's been about eight months since I was captured. By now I have gotten a better understanding of the women tribe. I've even picked up some of their language.
From what I've gathered, the woman who are around my age (18 years old) are sent out into the jungle with a handful of the tribe's best warriors to try and capture a male. They bring him back and he is forced to cum inside the girl who captured him. She is then his.
There seems to be certain rules though, like that the girl only can have one man at a time or that he can only cum in her once. She is also expected to drink his cum regularly, they seem to believe it gives them strength.
The girl I came in, who I call Maria, has - like a lot of other girls - gotten a really big stomach, since our ritual. I've seen other girls who have had big stomachs that later have rather quickly gotten thin not long after doing the ball crushing ritual. I've also later seen those same girls with smaller children later. Although always girls, never any boys oddly enough.
That means that they are using us for some form of mating, maybe they can't have boys on their own? I'm not sure yet.
A while back there was a big escape of men in the village, in all the chaos I was able to get away, but I didn't know the area very well and quickly got recaptured by the women. A lot of them were punished by having some of their fingers removed, in front of everyone, probably to deter others from doing the same. I thought was among one of the lucky ones who was spared.
A normal day in the village for me is not very eventful. I get breakfast in the morning, then a bunch of the men are taken outside the village and are forced to do hard labor like cutting down bamboo and gathering leaves and wood, under close guard. Then we are brought back in the evening and put back into our cages. Some days I'm brought out to get milked by Maria, though under guard by one of the strong women. I don't think they trust her since what happened in the beginning. After milking we are given some more food, then its lights out.
One day when I was out in the jungle working, I was taken hold of by a woman guard. I was confused, what did I do wrong? I was brought over to the milking hut, as I called it, there I was tied up as usual before a milking session, although it had never happened this early in the day before.
Then two women came in, carrying Maria on a stretcher, she looked to be in a lot of pain. They laid her down on the ground, and she was helped to stand up next to me. Maria wailed a lot but was eventually able to stand up.