The Order: Jessa and Antoine

Yesmania Thanos 4 yrs

Jessa pushed open the heavy metal doors to the old school building and ran down the long, unlit corridors. Time had gotten away from her this morning and now she was cursing traffic and her miserable time management skills. To be late for an invitation-only event that had called for three selection rounds and a medical examination would be the most pathetic manner in which to fall at the final hurdle. Aside from hurrying to make the start of the event however, Jessa also felt an underlying anima driving her forward. There was something in the universe that she was running away from, or towards.

A final left turn and Jessa was where she wanted to be, standing at the entrance of the old gymnasium. From one end of the cavernous gym, all one could see were rows upon rows of low beds, partitioned with white sheets that billowed in the gusts of the oscillating wall fans. Most of the sheets were drawn back as the occupants of the cubicles fraternised with their neighbours or moved freely about. The setup was not unlike makeshift hospitals Jessa had often seen in historical wartime movies, although these participants met under much more promising circumstances.

'Jessa Simmons, number eighty-three.'

A matronly woman ticked off Jessa's name on her chart and indicated to Jessa which aisle she should walk down.

'Ten minutes to spare,' the woman said with an arched eyebrow. Her golden name tag bore the title Madam DuPlessis.

A small board that bore the number eighty-three marked the cubicle that Jessa had been approved to occupy. The curtain on the side of number eighty-four was open, and a short, friendly looking girl was smiling from her nook.

'Hi, I'm Jessa.'

'Hey Jessa. Emily.'

Emily sat on the side of her bed, watching Jessa place her bag on a low shelf and take in her surroundings apprehensively. Some girls were fully clothed, while some were loitering stark naked. Others had chosen a happy medium, like Emily who was wearing a long T-shirt, but with no undergarments beneath it. Jessa appeared to have no idea what to do next after putting her belongings away.

'First time?' Emily uncrossed and crossed her legs.

'Yes,' Jessa replied too quickly, betraying both her excitement and her nerves. 'What about you?'

'Third.'

'So you have two...?'

'Yes. I have three actually. Two from other refugee assistance drives, and the other just from the general activities.'

'Wow. You're very experienced then,' Jessa nodded in a fluster at the blonde girl. 'What... what should I do now?'

'We're just waiting really. You can get undressed, or not.' Emily lay back onto the propped pillows, but continued to observe Jessa as if she did expect her to start stripping off.

Feeling the need to comply but also self-conscious, Jessa decided to take off her tight jeans that were difficult to get out of, but leave the rest of her garments on. The long flowy blouse that she wore hovered over the top of her thighs and provided a ****cum of modesty.

Emily continued chatting nonchalantly.

'How long have you been a member for? Nearly five years for me.'

'Oh I'm new. Just over one year.'

'And have you had any children within The Order?'

'I've never been pregnant before.'

'Wow so this really is a first of firsts! I'm excited for you!'

Emily could tell that these admissions of being a novice were making Jessa feel inadequate, so she tried to let Jessa do the talking, gamely encouraging her new friend to talk about her own experiences within The Order thus far.

'I attended the Summer Dance -- that was my biggest event before this. And I've been on a few dates that ended well.' She gave Emily a heartening grin and prattled on, delighted to share her experiences.

A clanging bell rang out from near the entrance, which silenced the chatter of the waiting ladies.

'Girls, the boys are nearly done with collecting their food and clothes. Prepare yourselves please. And a gentle reminder that after you leave today it is very important that you do not go off and have any other dalliances, until you have confirmed your pregnancy, please.' Madam DuPlessis huffed. 'We want no complications with paternity.'

Jessa had stopped short in the middle of a sentence and now looked wide-eyed to Emily to guide her in the final moments before kick off.

'You have to remember that they are just as nervous as you are, if not more so. These poor men. Coming from difficult circumstances and some of them having lived as illegals for years. I don't think they ever dreamed that such a reception was possible.'

'Do we talk to each other? What do you usually say?'

'Well... not much usually. A lot of them don't speak English and really, they know full well the reason they are here so there isn't anything to explain. My understanding is that today's boys are from the Democratic Republic of the Congo so they'll mostly speak French. I've only picked up a few words in my time - Monsieur, ooh la la, mon dieu!'

Emily playfully flicked her wrist, clapped her face, and simulated mock horror. Jessa laughed merrily at the pantomime and was glad that it calmed her.

'Any last minute tips?' Jessa asked hastily.

'You might want to prepare yourself,' Emily hinted suggestively, and before she could be asked to clarify, drew up her long T-shirt and started playing with her clit in a circular motion.

'Some of these boys are desperate, haven't had a woman for months maybe and are ready to pounce. You have to remember that this is about their pleasure. Their release. Accommodate your man as best you can.'

Jessa nodded and ran her fingers over the top of her panties, stroking her soft bits and gently rousing them from their light slumber.

'Don't worry! Trust me. With the right attitude you'll have fun with them like any other member.' Emily winked and drew shut the curtain between their beds.

Ensconced alone within her world reduced to the four flowing screens of the little white booth, Jessa sat on the bed, drew her knees up to her chest and waited, one hand still bestirring the little bean to swell and her juices to flow. Pattering footfalls proceeded down the aisle, approaching her cubicle but then receding again into the distance.

Suddenly, the entrance to the cubicle was flung open and Jessa found herself face to face with a dark, serious looking man. He was clean shaven and bald, the skin of his head smooth, shiny, and taut. The eyes were solemn but piercing, and deep set, emphasising his high cheekbones. Simple clothes hung on his frame. A light blue cotton button down, grey jeans, but he wore them like regalia with an air of gravity. To look on him was to look on a world weary monarch, an alpha lion sequestered from its pride and territory, compelled for too long to capitulate to hostile foreign legions.

Jessa shivered as a wave of obscure spirituality crept over her. Something in her subconscious was whispering that a great honour had been bestowed, and which guardedly permitted her to bear the offspring that would anchor the dark man to this new land.

Touching her hand to her chest, she said simply, 'Jessa.'

'Antoine.'

No other words passed between Jessa and Antoine. He had not yet entered the cubicle but instead stood motionlessly at the entrance, casting his eye over Jessa and the small space. After a few moments Antoine caught himself. He gave her what appeared to be a small smile of apology and finally stepped in, pulling the curtain shut behind him. From next door came the sound of husky murmuring in French and Emily exclaiming, 'Mon dieu!' That air of frisky playfulness did not permeate the veil as easily.

The beds that had been prepared for the drive were of the type that was often found in institutions. Metal framed, top sprung, creaky. The drive was after all, more about practical efficiency and achieving important results than luxury and enjoyment. As the event kicked off, the gymnasium gradually filled with the sounds of bed frames squeaking, low breathy grunts, and lusty cries of debauchery.

Also, just as Emily had forewarned, there were the occasional yelps of discomfort as women who had not taken the time to stretch and lubricate their pussies were faced with the giant manhood of their African lovers. These were the sex-starved men, their cocks already bursting the seams of their trousers long before they were confronted with the plump and willing pussies of submissive white women. In this area where they were granted the right to act with impunity, it did not take long for them to be pressing fervently into the fertile wombs before them. Their irresistible potent male libidos would soon provoke an excitable bedewing of the tight passages forced to expand for their conquering masters, but until then, mewling cries of distress continued to ring out. The women would learn to be better prepared the next time.

Antoine sat down on the thin mattress, his back to Jessa. He removed his socks and shoes, then turned his head to look serenely at her. Somehow, Jessa understood that she was to undress him. She crawled across the bed to Antoine and draping her arms over his shoulders, began to release the buttons of his shirt as she rested her chin on his left shoulder. Antoine's deep and slow breaths had a soothing rhythm that Jessa soon found herself breathing in time to as well.

When the buttons were all undone Jessa took the shirt off his back like a cloak. Thick muscles rippled powerfully in Antoine's back as he shrugged the shirt off. If it had not felt like overstepping a boundary Jessa would have leaned in to kiss them tenderly. Instead she merely traced their firm outline with her fingertips in a reverential and trance-like gesture. When she was roused from her reverie Jessa d****d the shirt over the end of the bed, then wrapped her arms around Antoine's waist, deft fingers plucking at the stud on his coarse jeans.

If Jessa had been able to have a bird's eye view of the goings-on in the gym, she would have been horribly turned on by the lurid sights. Most everyone else was coupled now to varying degrees, and so the gym was filled with endless columns of dark and light pairs moving against and exploring each other. Of the deprived ones who were already heedlessly humping their charges, some who were lucky enough to be allotted places next to friends had thrown back the dividers. These wild characters high-fived and fist-bumped each other, licking their lips in proposition as they shamelessly ogled the swaying breasts of their compatriot's mate. The men did not swap partners however. They had been cautioned on the importance of knowing with certainty who had been impregnated by whom.

There were other men who were taking their time to examine every inch of the pale nymph they had been assigned to. Pink buds and white curves were stroked, sucked, caressed, while gentle hands encouraged these affectionate overtures. The remainder of them joyously laid back in wonder at their woman's efforts to keep them aroused. Never did they dream that in this white man's country they could be so exquisitely serviced, and not even at their own behest.

Within the four walls of Antoine's dominion affairs were progressing a little more slowly, but this was not to the displeasure of the two interested parties. Antoine stood up with his jeans unbuckled, allowing Jessa, who had slipped off the bed and sidled to face him, to slide them down in one clean motion. The rough denim caught the material of his white boxers and the garments came off as one. Antoine coolly stepped out of his pooled clothes.

Jessa, meanwhile, remained crouched before him, as she was momentarily enchanted by the reveal of his manhood. Antoine's penis was large as she expected, but not intimidatingly so. It hung slightly away from his body with an elegant curve, looking taut, ready and expectant. Getting down on her knees, Jessa reached out to start caressing its length with both hands.

Antoine was not an old man, but that aura could not be young. It drew Jessa in, intoxicated her, made her want to kneel in exaltation but also to splay her legs wantonly -- to be an adherent and a whore in the one body. She wanted so badly for him to be pleased with her. Acceding to what ordinarily would be expected next of her, Jessa leaned forward in order to take the burgeoning head between her lips. At that, Antoine immediately took a step backwards and held Jessa back by her shoulders. A scandalised expression crossed his face and he shook his head grimly.

Jessa felt a hot wave of embarrassment and chagrin wash over her as she floundered for what to do next. Sensing her discomfort, Antoine helped her up and guided her to stand at the foot of the bed. He himself climbed onto the mattress to stretch out with arms extended as he leaned back against the frame and pillows. Antoine crossed his arms and lifted them over his head indicating that she should strip, but also then held his palm towards her with fingers spread and dropped it slowly to mean that she wasn't to hurry the exercise. She nodded, and they shared a small smirk of amusement at the effectiveness of the body language.

Jessa rolled her thin, white blouse lazily upwards, exposing her flat belly inch by inch, slackening her pace as she reached the underside of her bra cups, then languidly drew the blouse up and over, pulling free a few strands of hair from her up-do. All the while she swayed her hips seductively and kept her eyes on Antoine's aspect of approval.

As Jessa undid the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders, she could hear the sound of the next bed creaking in a steady rhythm. When she rolled off her panties Emily had started in on the dirty talk and moans.

'Fuck me big daddy! Take me with your horse cock!'

Antoine's penis twitched in response the sounds of arousal echoing in the great hall. He motioned to Jessa, who climbed onto the mattress and crawled towards her waiting lover. She did so badly want for Antoine to launch into a ravenous lovemaking session, to be on the receiving end of unrelenting ploughing like Emily was that would make her feel sexy and desirable. Still though, Antoine dawdled. He cradled Jessa in the crook of his arm, while with his other hand he traced the smooth curve of her hip and strong muscles in her thighs. The wandering fingers made their way upwards to caress her soft bosom. Each was cupped and squeezed in turn. Then, as if he were at play, Antoine lifted her breasts and let them lightly fall against her skin, chuckling at their weightiness.

It was clear that he felt genuine admiration for Jessa's beguiling shape and assets, and the attention was starting to make her feel not just desirable but worthy. As Emily let out a particularly lascivious cry Jessa clung to Antoine's burly arm, pushing her lower body against him, hinting that she needed him to start stoking the wet flame that was growing within.

In response, Antoine used the arm that Jessa was resting on to press her face up against his bulging chest muscle. Jessa's lips had fallen apart and as they grazed Antoine's nipple they instinctively closed around it, tugging, biting, flicking. Jessa had never been with a man who enjoyed having his nipples stimulated, but this was obviously having an invigorating effect on Antoine whose cock hardened considerably.

Only when she had latched on and was sucking urgently on the hard bead did Antoine let his free hand fall to Jessa's nether region. He played with her pubic hair, coiling it around his fingers, then spread open the lips of her pussy and inserted one exploratory finger. Jessa exhaled in relief at the touch that she had been craving. Her hips rocked, pushing the stirring finger further in and towards her favoured spot. Suddenly one finger was three stroking insistently in a beckoning gesture. Carnal instinct guided Jessa to move with the same rhythm. She tried her best to squeeze the muscles in her passage tightly around the probing digits, but soon lost control as she came in a shiver of delight.

Antoine was far more attuned to the secrets of her body than he let on, for he did not cease the inciting caresses when he saw that Jessa had found her peak. He continued to plumb her depths, rubbing still but more lightly now the centres of her folds that had caused such rapture. Antoine's tender persistentence swelled the heights of Jessa's enjoyment. Before she could come down from one peak a new wave pushed her into soaring toe-curling, sheet-clutching euphoria.

When Jessa finally came to she saw that Antoine was now hovering above her, waiting impatiently to push his ramrod of a dick into her. Not having yet recovered from the sensitivities of her high and still in a daze, Jessa rested her hand on her mound and fanned her fingers out which she hoped would signal to Antoine to hold off. Antoine either did not understand or see her hand as he kneed her legs apart, focused entirely on his own purpose now. The reveal of this latent dominant spirit that Jessa had sensed in him made her insides tremble with anticipation, and she compliantly tilted her pelvis upwards to meet his entry.

Jessa watched the stiff black member disappear and felt in turn her empty throbbing hole fill up and distend -- so different from the lithe stroking fingers but just as gratifying. The continuous stimulation inflamed Jessa's overwrought nerve endings and she felt all at once a stirring heat and a bracing cool in her delicate privates. Unable to comprehend the conflicting sensations, Jessa tossed her head fitfully and whimpered, her little cries continuing as Antoine barrelled in resolutely.

Jessa regarded Antoine's imposing form as he moved above her, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Even though a word had not passed between them, she hoped that the gentle purr of her moaning would make him feel desired and loved, as much as it was stoking her aching desire to be filled with black seed. She wanted her first child to be conceived in a whirlwind of tenderness and passion. With that thought Jessa reached up with both arms and pulled Antoine close.

Antoine's straining forceful thrusts into Jessa's passage reached a fever pitch, the hot shaft between Jessa's legs barely retracting an inch before its full length was slammed inward again. He lay fully prone on top of her, the weight of him pressing down onto their pubis also inciting pleasure in her swollen nub. Jessa was no longer fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes rolled back involuntarily as she tightened the clutches of her one hand on the back of Antoine's head, and the other arm thrown around his neck.

As the light began to swim before her eyes and her breathing reduced to whimpering gasps, she felt Antoine turn his head towards her cheek, brushing his lips against her ear. He spoke slowly in a low rumble of thunder, the pace of his words totally at odds with the frenzied motion of their bodies. Yet the act and the voice were one, tugging on the edges of Jessa's lucidity to pull her over the edge.

Jessa knew full well that Antoine was not speaking in English. She heard the lilting and guttural stops of his native tongue thrumming against her ear. However she also grasped with certainty what it was that he so crucially needed to tell her and their soon to be conceived child. For all time after that moment Jessa could repeat faithfully what Antoine had intoned, but she never ever did so out loud.

Into her right ear he whispered:

Little one you will not be born over your father's land and you will be birthed by a foreign mother. But listen to papa when he tells you that you are a ruler of a people and one day a kingdom will be yours. Papa will lay the kindling at your feet for you to light the way. Be good to your mother and grow up strong. Once I have laid the path I will be back.

Antoine pulled away from Jessa's embrace only to adjust his head and let his lips fall against her left ear:

Beautiful woman the gods have decreed that you will be the mother of my first child. Suckle it well and keep it from harm. I will leave you for an age but not for longer than you can stand. For the nine months of pain that this child will give you and for the five years afterwards that I will, take this moment of pleasure that can bring you to heaven.

The utterances flowed into Jessa and spread a warmth that enveloped her body and the farthest reaches of her consciousness. As she squirmed against the sensation, Antoine propped himself up on his elbows and now looked at her squarely in the face, commanding her, still in his native language.

Jessa repeated her understanding faithfully.

'I will make you a father.' The words excited a gush of liquid in her battered pussy.

Antoine reiterated his mandate and so did Jessa her vow.

'I will make you a fath -- '

The last syllable was lost in a scream and a tempest-tossed sea of unending ecstasy. The contracting muscles in Jenna's pulsing vagina drew forth and gratefully soaked up the sacred seed. In the proceeding years Jessa would touch herself many times reliving this union which made her into a believer in a higher plane of existence. In the moment however, she was a soul adrift, wandering on the very brink of reality, uncertain about how she would fall back down to earth. Her field of vision was lit up by dark lights and the body she inhabited quaked in euphoria and fear.

Finally, it was the tears in her eyes that brought Jessa back to the realisation of where she was. She thought she might have been swimming or underwater for a long time for how heavy her breathing was. Instead when she opened her eyes, Jessa saw that Antoine was dressed and sitting on the side of the bed in the same placid way that he had when he first entered.

A silence lingered between them and it felt like an opportunity to reach out to him. Jessa wanted to ask what would happen to him, to her, their child. He had said that she would have to wait. Would she not see him? What would she do alone with the baby? What should she? She hadn't the words.

Antoine busied himself, folding the blanket and fluffing up pillows to slide under Jessa's bum. Then, placing a palm on Jessa's soft belly, Antoine said simply, 'Henri.' He stood up and made to leave, but turned as if he had forgotten something and added with a chuckle, 'Henriette.'

Without a backward glance Antoine lifted the flap that shielded the entry to their private domain and was gone. The curtain fell back into place as before, rustling as if all that had been was the wind.

One by one as and when they had emptied their load and recovered from the intoxicating high, the men drifted out of the hall and the school building. They were given the contact details of the girl they had been with and were each reminded by way of a little pamphlet that they could choose to be as involved or absent from the pregnancy and birthing as they wished. Nine months from now, a reminder would be sent for them to check in on the status of the delivery, and then to lodge the applications that would ensure their permanent stay in the country. All their babies, the fathers-to-be were assured, would be mentored, cared for, and afforded the best education, food, and clothes that money could buy.

The curtain to her left moved. Jessa saw that Emily too was lying patiently on her back and had reached out to open the divider in order to check on her neighbour.

'How was it?' Emily was keen to hear from the novice.

'I... it was very different.'

'It's not the same is it? When it's charged with purpose like that? Almost spiritual... when a life is depending on it. That's why I keep coming back.'

Jessa was not sure that Emily had had the same experience as she did, but she nodded and smiled, inconspicuously wiping away the last of her tears.

'Guess I'll see you in nine months. Maybe we'll be roommates in the birthing centre.'

'Yes I can't wait!' Jessa responded brightly.

Emily shut the curtain between them, leaving Jessa to stare up at the fluorescent beams and contemplate the meaning of transcendence.