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.
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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.
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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.
