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.
