Futah World Ch. 03-04

"Suck it, into your throat husband, or would you like a beating?" She towered over me as I opened my mouth. My eyes shot over to Azalea, who was shaking her head. Azalea hadn't lied to me. I was still a whore.

He cock head raked my throat for what seemed like forever. She let me catch my breath only a few times. She finally busted her nut into my stomach. She held my head as now a bladder of nasty dehydrated urine filled my stomach. I could only belch the foul smell at first, while her cock was still lodged in my throat.

"THAT! That is your job husband!" She said as I vomited into the sand.

"Ubabe! That's enough!" Azalea pulled her away from me.

"He should have saved both of our daughters Azalea! But no. He chose to only save one!" Ubabe hissed as she fought the Captain. She spat in my direction.

She broke from Azalea's grip and kicked me in the side, rolling me around in the sand. I held my kidney, sure that it had been destroyed by her strength. I cowered in the fetal position, when I heard:

"What the fuck do you think you are doing dear wife?" Azalea barked. "I told you before, You continue to abuse our husband and I will take your balls." Azalea breathed though her bright white teeth. I turned over to see what was happening. Ubabe was frozen in place her eyes locked on me.

Azalea had Ubabe in a body lock with Azalea's dagger behind the Queen's scrotum as they faced me.

"I meant what I said. Now either you treat MY husband with some respect, or these will be eaten by the crabs and flies after I take them from you." Azalea sliced a bit into Ubabe's scrotum. MY daughter is missing!! Yours is right there! See that! She's crying cause you hurt her Daddy AGAIN!"

Azalea inhaled as Ubabe was afraid to move, lest the blade nick her soft sack further.

"You know what happens if you cut me wife." Ubabe threatened.

"I become queen." Azalea dodged her threat, and went for a more realistic truth.

"Let me go, and I will forget this. I'll treat OUR husband properly...alright?" Ubabe bargained.

"Sure. I believe you. Not two weeks after he was concussed so bad we had to edge him to keep him alive." She whispered, as I got to my feet to try to calm the situation.

"Please stop this Azalea." I pleaded.

"She has to learn, that you Michael, are a gift to our people. Your wisdom, science, she takes it for granted. I don't! I love you baby!" Azalea said and sliced a bit more into Ubabe's sack, holding her tighter.

Azalea looked down at Ubabe, as I picked up a heavy rock and bashed it into Azalea's head. Azalea went limp and fell into the sand.

"She's still my Queen and my wife!" I yelled at, and over the unconscious Captain.

"Thank you Husband. Please find some stems and make your paste. I'm bleeding."

"At once my Dearest." I bowed and obeyed.

This was not the place for a change of regime. Azalea was not that brilliant at politics at all. I did what I had to do. Ubabe had to have been bi-polar or worse. Tender loving, turns to torture in seconds. Yet she never showed this to her children. Only toward me, Azalea, and her servants.

I applied the paste to her scrotum after cleaning her wound. Then I wrapped it in clean cloth. She thanked me for my loyalty, but never apologized.

We forged on after Azalea awoke. Ubabe and myself at the front, with Azalea bringing up the rear of our small group. After a couple of days we found a trail from the beach into the woods. It was a sign that the Massachusetts Tribe would be near by.

Less then an hour after we entered the woods the trail lead us to a huge camp. Scouts were escorting us in, as they spotted us WAY before we spotted them. No one put up a fight as they led us by spear point.

When we arrived the scouts spoke to a chieftain in a language I could not understand. When the ancient Chief approached he asked a simple question.

"Do you speak the common tongue?"

"Yes Chief, do you not remember me?" Ubabe asked.

"I do, but I have never seen you with a white man before. Many Futah come and trade. I never thought I'd see a white man with any Futah, let alone the queen." He guided us into the camp as he spoke.

This was not a camp. It was a small city, with wide streets, open air shops, and what looked to be maintenance workers making cobblestone roads. They had street vendors selling freshly cooked meals!

My stomach growled.

"You've done quite well here Chicatowa." Ubabe smiled at the old man.

"Yes, the steel tools you make in Africa have helped a lot. We have started to forge our own steel. Took some time to figure out the formula." We reached a proper house built of wood. He sat on the front porch, and motioned for the queen to take the remaining chair.

"What brings you to my village in such poor shape?" The elder asked.

"We shipwrecked 3 days north of here. We found Lakota there. How they got this far east was a bit unnerving. I had to rescue my husband, (she pointed to me), and our daughter from the slave trader known as Biting Owl, and their Queen, Sleeping Bear."

"I know of these prairie tribes. They are imposing their will upon us. We may have to war soon." He said sadly.

"Chicatowa, you will not. I will fix all of this for you. I ask for food, shelter, tools to make a boat, and your loyalty." Ubabe looked into the old mans eyes. He nodded.

"Yes. That is acceptable."

"I will also need labor. People to help build the dry dock, and then the ship." Ubabe asked.

"This I cannot give you, that is up to the people. I will not order it. You would be better if you had something to trade." He frowned as he looked at our party.

"Will your unmarried take the seed of a white man?" Ubabe asked.

"I'm certain of it! The child could be sold when all grown! The married might want that as well!" The old man smiled, looking at me.

Azalea just hung her head.

"My husband is here to serve." Ubabe smiled at the aged Chief.

I hadn't seen my wives except when I was released from the one room shack I was working in. Which was always late at night after they were both asleep. I cuddled behind Ubabe for warmth in the motel like bed they were sleeping in. I had no urge for sex at all, when I would finally lay my head down.

I was awoken every morning by my wives going at it. Normally Ubabe was fucking Azalea in the ass, but today was the opposite. I heard Azalea's signature grunt as she buried herself deep into the queens smooth ass.

"Fuck yes dear wife I needed that!" Azalea panted as her soft black cock slipped from the water tight rectum of Ubabe.

"Azalea made breakfast for you." Ubabe began as she sat on my face. Her pucker over my mouth.

"Eat little husband. Get your tongue up there and get all of your wife's tasty breakfast." Ubabe giggled that cute giggle. I was hungry, so I went to work. It took a while, but I let gravity do a lot of the work till I could not find any more of Azalea's seed. I loved being between these cheeks. I knew that the longer I dawdled here, the less time I'd be fucking ugly single Massets. I had learned that this town had 6500 inhabitants. I was pretty sure in the two weeks that had past, I had fucked all of the women.

At least that is how my dick felt.

I massaged Ubabe pucker with my tongue deep.

"You stay down there and you will have lunch too!" Ubabe warned. I tapped her thigh indicating I was done.

"Too late!" She grunted and my mouth was instantly full. I froze. I didn't know what to do.

"Lunchtime!" Ubabe giggled. "Azalea, he's gonna need some stems after this. Go! Go now!" Azalea must have hesitated. After I heard the door close, Ubabe spoke to me.

"Chew it up little husband. Swallow quickly, there is more."

Gagging it down, I ate from my Queen. Mouthful after awful mouthful. The pasty texture was so hard to manage. She washed it all down with a bladder of acrid piss.

"Stems!" I heard after the door closed. It was Azalea.

"Get up and eat them. You are now a proper husband." Ubabe smiled at me. She waited till I ate the stems, and drank some water before she kissed me. She rubbed my full belly.

"Tomorrow Azalea will feed you." She said with a bright smile.

"No I will not Michael." Azalea stared at her wife.

"Okay. Tomorrow I will fry up Azalea's cock and balls, and you can have them for lunch!" Ubabe scowled.

"I'll feed you baby." Azalea looked at the ground.

"Good, Thought so. Now get out of here husband. I have a ship to build, and you have women to put babies in!"

"Yes my Dearest!" I said.

If I said that what I did with my wife didn't turn me on, I'd be a liar. After the stems did the trick, the nausea was gone. I can say I wasn't hungry for the rest of the day. I waited in my one room shack on the bed for my next "client". I was a bit shocked when that was a man.

"I want you to put a baby in my wife, and two adult daughters." The muscled man said. It was a proposal, not an order.

"I will do as the Chief asked sir."

"Okay good. First I want to know how a whore like you sucks dick!" He removed his leather gear and pointed his hard cock at my face.

"I'm here to give white babies, not to whore to everyone." I informed.

"My wife and daughter are beautiful, you will enjoy them. Besides your Futah wife says you are her whore. So put it in your mouth! It's not as big as your wives, so you might enjoy this!" He smiled, shaking his 7" hard pecker in front of me.

As soon as I opened my mouth he shoved it all the way down and into my throat holding the back of my head. He fucked my mouth and throat relentlessly for only about four or five minutes before I felt the unmistakable pulse of his semen being pumped into my full stomach. He sighed and pulled out from me.

"I'm not married and I have no daughters. Thanks anyway white whore!" He laughed as he left. Anger rose in me. Maybe I should had let Azalea cut off Ubabe's balls.

I was tapped. My balls hurt and my cock was chaffed. I needed a day off to heal. It was almost midnight I had guessed, as I crawled into bed behind Azalea. I hated Ubabe for making me a whore. I fell asleep quickly. Morning came too soon.

Azalea's grunts and moaning told me she was being fucked. I opened my eyes to see her facing me, her head down on the pillow and Ubabe railing her upturned ass. She blew me a kiss and moaned as she shot off a load from her limp black cock. Soon I heard Ubabe sigh, and begin to slam fuck the Captain.

"Yeah! Damn that's a big load! Hope hubby is hungry. I made you breakfast! Here are some stems, eat those first!" She said as she got off the bed and passed me a small woven basket. Before Azalea was to sit on my face I stopped Ubabe and her.

"I need a day off. My cock is chaffed and my balls hurt from exertion!" I pleaded to Ubabe.

"Hmmm" Ubabe looked at my cock. She touched it and I winced. She held my balls. I heard her make a disappointed sigh.

"I'm feeling generous. After you eat breakfast and lunch from our wife, I will give you a week off to heal. However, that means that for the next week you eat and drink only from us." She smiled with an torturous glint in her eye.

That was an impossible decision.

I ate the stems and laid down. Azalea kissed our wife as I swallowed globs of Ubabe's salty load. Azalea's ass was not as full as Ubabe's but it was still heaven.

Till the inevitable.

Azalea must have had a light meal the day before as there was not much to swallow. I took this as her mercy on me. Yet I made a production out of it, gagging, tapping her leg, so that Ubabe would be satisfied. When Azalea climbed off of me she kissed me before I could rinse my mouth.

She truly loved me.

I was becoming very ill after three days so I went back to work. It was most likely blood poisoning from the activities as my wives chamber pot. I began to wonder how long it takes to make an ocean going vessel. I wondered how long it would be till we got back to Africa and Ubabe would treat me like a prince again. She could do anything to me here, but in front of the Nigerian populous? I know she had to behave.

At this point I wasn't making anyone pregnant. My small watery loads were without sperm. It was just prostate fluid...or whatever fluid could be produced in such short turn around times. I heard the most glorious words as I rubbed the stem paste on my chaffed and sore penis.

"Ship sighted flying Nigerian colors!" It was Kelly. The young woman with our group.

Fires were built and flares were shot into the sky. The ship turned toward us. I finally got to see the work done after 4 weeks. The dry dock was only half finished. How long would I have had to endure this?

"We are going home." Azalea grabbed my smaller hand in hers and smiled. She began to put her uniform on, right there on the beach as we watched the landing boats rowing toward us.

Little Octavia waddled up to us on the beach. I looked around. Ubabe was supposed to be taking care of her.

"Where is Momma?" I asked the tyke.

"Momma says she coming. Daddy up pwease?" She reached her arms out so I picked her up and held her on my hip as we watched the boats rowing in. Azalea kissed me on the cheek, and then put her sword in the scabbard completing her uniform.

"Boats!" Octavia giggled and bounced.

"Azalea? Where is our wife?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Busy." Azalea said as she waved to the landing party of Futah troops and women soldiers. She ran forward and greeted them on the beach. I hated Ubabe for what she had done to me for the last month. Yet again however, she was my wife, the mother of my Octavia.

I turned off the beach with Octavia in my arms and headed back to the Masset's camp.

When I arrived at the town square I was appalled. I set Octavia down and told her to run back to the beach.

"Go! Go to Auntie Azalea! Go now!" I told the toddler. She knew the way. She had just walked it not an hour ago.

I crept up using trees as cover. This could not be happening. I watch in horror as one man after another took turns on my wife. She was tied down to a wooden "X", two feet from the ground. They fucked her propped open mouth, ass and vagina. Her heavy cock leaked while the rape continued.

"Hail to the Queen!" One Native exclaimed as he filled her womb with his baby batter. The next man in line put his into her ass. I watched, unable to take my eyes off of the sight. Men half her size raping her over and over. Her face was covered in cum. She was vomiting cum. She was dripping semen from both holes and her cock, as the native cock pounded at her prostate. I shook my head to break the vision. I needed a weapon.

I snuck around the village looking for a long spear. I found one in the third house I quietly broke into. It had an iron point, and was almost 7 feet long. That is what I needed. I found a sharp bone handled blade as well.

I charged into the square stabbing the man raping my wife through the back, I turned and parried a guards own spear as I used the knife to cut one of her legs free. I then spun to the man who had his cock in my wife's open mouth. I sliced the back of his knee making him fall to the ground in agony. I waved the spear around as I handed Ubabe the knife to cut herself free. As soon as she was free from the bonds, she stood up naked, and drenched in Native cum.

"Let's get out of here." Was all she said.

We arrived on the beach and when Azalea saw me and Ubabe side by side she smiled. However I didn't believe that smile. Her eyebrows didn't match.

"We are going home my queen!" Azalea regarded, as I washed my wife from head to toe in the knee deep water, away from the landing crew. My Queen eyed Azalea any time her back was turned. I could feel the anger as heat through her skin as I wiped away the nasty semen from her skin.

Azalea never asked what happened. Because she KNEW what happened. I knew it was revenge for how I was treated. I also knew that Azalea wanted her turn in the big chair. Yet no one said anything.

Once on board and under sail I laid with Azalea as the sun began to rise. Ubabe and Octavia were in the Captain's quarters while we lay in a separate, yet lavish state room above main decks.

"Why?" I asked.

"She needed to know what she was doing to you." Azalea held my head on her left tit. Comfy pillow, I didn't complain. My hand slowly stroked her spent cock as my ass leaked a half cup of her cum. My hard on begged for attention.

"She's the Queen, I will do as told."

"Including using you as a chamber pot? She could kill you that way, even WITH the stems!" She said quietly, yet forcefully.

"You did the same." I said as I looked at her belly button. I cleaned it with my tongue, then went back to my pillow.

"I agree that men are lesser, white men more so. And yes, slaves need to be used. Michael, you are our husband, not a slave. If it turns you on to serve, like most white men seem to like. I would have no issue with making you my chamber pot on occasion. But not everyday!" She said as she rubbed my back.

"Kiss me baby." She ordered. I did so.

"Why are we headed north?" I asked.

"How do you know that?"

"I was on deck after dinner. The sun was to our left." I looked puzzled at her. How did she NOT know that?

"I haven't been on deck. But I know why. We will arrive soon if I know what Ubabe is up to."

"War?" I asked.

"War." She hugged me tight, then moved me onto my back. She grabbed my hard cock and placed it behind her balls at her slit. She promptly shoved all of me deep inside of her.

"Give me a Futah, Husband!" She seethed through her teeth. Vaginal sex was still uncomfortable to her. I followed my wife's orders and pounded her from below as best I could. After a whopping 10 minutes I filled her womb with the white man seed.

A raging fire burned on the beach after we landed and built it. It was enough signal to get the Lakota's attention. The sun had set by the time Biting Owl's party arrived.

"My Queen, Sungmehetu Ankiapi, Captain. What brings you back to our shores?" Biting Owl greeted us on the beach.

"Prepare for war. We will be back with an army to support you. Futah and female African. I will be back in Spring. Make sure Sleeping Bear understands that this is My demand." Ubabe said loudly so all on the beach could hear. I grabbed Azalea's hand as she stood stoic in full dress uniform. I was still naked. Punishment from Ubabe.

"We don't need Futah help my Queen." Biting Owl said. accenting the word, "Queeeen!" mockingly. "We have this well in hand. The Massets will be no more by spring. So no reason to waste your resources." Biting Owl smiled evilly. "You trade with them. What happened that you want them destroyed?" She asked honestly.

"None of your concern" Ubabe barked.

"Oh so the gang rape that you endured has nothing to do with it?" Biting Owl again taunted the queen. I felt Azalea's hand grip mine harder. Squeezing it. Biting Owl glanced at me and Azalea and smiled.

"I know who ordered that gang rape my Queen." She flipped her long black hair back. "Do you want to know?"

Again Biting Owl looked at the two of us well behind Ubabe.

"I would like to know." My Queen finally said.

"Chicatowa himself." The Lakota said.

I looked at Azalea who was holding a tiny smile towards Biting Owl.

Ubabe nodded with a frown. She turned and walked toward the landing boats. She stopped when she was in the shadows. Biting Owl rubbed her belly and pointed at me.

"You fucked her?" Azalea asked quietly.

"Against my will dear wife, and I doubt like hell that she is prego with my baby." I whispered back. "She was filled to the brim with her own brothers and uncles cum before she sat on my dick." I lied just a bit.

"Yeah. Makes sense okay." Azalea held my hand tight. Ubabe turned back into the firelight and approached Biting Owl.

"I want his head, and all of the women my Husband impregnated." Ubabe demanded.