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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.