Futah World Ch 03 04

WARNING: This chapter has several scenes of scat, and scat, "shit or poop" ingestion. If this is something that would make you ill, DO NOT READ! You have been warned! Remember that this world is not the world that we know. So "Our rules" do not apply.

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FUTAH WORLD

CHAPTER 4

The water was cold. Almost icy cold. My limbs stung with the numbing water. Tiny spikes of pain, as I kept my daughter from the water as best I could. She rode on my back, her little arms locked around my neck. I could hear the creaking of the ship sinking behind me as I swam between the jutting rocks. I could see the shore, just as my foot hit sand. I stood up and held Octavia in my shivering arms, as I walked onto the beach.

It occurred to me that I was not sure as to what colony we might be close to, if any. I needed to build a fire and fast before I froze to death. I had wished I had worn my uniform up to the deck, so I had something warm to wear after it was dry. All I had worn was my nightclothes. A long T shirt more or less.

"Where's Momma, sister, and Aunt Azalea?" Octavia whined as I gathered wood and built a fire bow.

"There will be here soon I think." I shuttered, as I began the process of trying to start a fire. My hands were shaking so hard it was near impossible to keep a rhythm. Octavia whined about the cold and that kept me focused. After only an hour I had a blazing fire.

It was then that the fog lifted.

"Unna la, wachichu, di na futah!" I heard from behind me. They spoke Lakota.

"Unk alo, Sungmehetu Ankiapi." They stepped back from us a couple feet. The woman seemed to be shocked I spoke her language. A beautiful woman and her daughter stood there.

"Do you speak the common language?" I asked.

"Some." The women admitted.

"We are stranded and thirsty. This is my daughter Octavia." I stood. I was now wearing the dry night shirt. It did little to warm me. Octavia had her heavy jacket and cloak.

"Running Coyote, are you a slave to the futah?"

"No, I am Husband to one." I almost said who, then thought better of it.

"Husband?" She asked looking confused.

"Yes. I'm very smart, and was married to a Futah."

"Come with me, I will get you water and clothes. Maybe food. Follow!" She ordered.

I picked Octavia up and walked behind the woman and her daughter.

"I am Biting Owl, and this is my daughter Quiet Fox. What does "Octavia" mean?" She asked.

"The Eighth ruler of the world." I came up with on the fly. I had no time to explain why I named her after the sister of the Greatest Roman Emperor.

"So this little futah will take us as slaves?"

"Not until she is grown." I said honestly.

"You are the father?"

"Yes."

"You are wachcichu, white, why would you let her do this?"

"I'm submissive to my Futah wives" I said too much.

"Wives???" She turned to face me. "Now I know how you got your name. You are a coward." She began to turn and walk away. I grabbed her leather covered shoulder.

"I'm no coward. I am smart. Educated. I know which way the wind blows and do not piss into it!" I was gruff just now.

"Smart Wachichu. Right." She laughed. "Sure. Come, we are almost there."

The wigwam had a pleasant fire as Biting Owl found some clothing for me. We ate and drank as she explained to her tribe who I was. The elders stared at Octavia disapprovingly. Yet we were given a place to sleep with Biting Owl, and Quiet Fox. Her home was even warmer than the large place with the food. I slept hard. I don't think I moved all night, till I felt a hand on my dick.

"Sungmehetu Ankiapi, are you awake?" Biting Owl was laying next to me now.

"Yes."

"Give me a baby for rescuing you."

"I thought you disliked white men." I turned over to face the raven haired woman.

"Not hate, just think YOU are stupid."

"Why would you want my child?"

"You have magic in your penis. You made a child with a Futah." She smiled, albeit briefly. "You can give me a Futah, then I will be powerful."

"It doesn't work like that." I didn't want to admit, that only futah can bear other futah.

"Try." She climbed on top of me. Who was I to argue?

I felt her slide down over my already rigid member. She was as tight as she was wet and warm, and I felt my eyes go back into my head as I relished the feeling. I began a rhythm, filling her with my manhood and trying to hold back the inevitable. She was too much. Her soft brown skin, her feather light hair brushing my chest, and her soft lips connected to mine, made turn into a breeding machine. I NEEDED to cum deep into this beautiful woman!

It took only 15 minutes of her grinding down on me to fill her womb with my hot molten swimmers.

"Are all wachichu submissive to women like you?" She asked as she laid on my chest.

"Submissive?"

"You can't boss around a futah. And you let me boss you around. I gave you an order and you did not hesitate cheating on your wives." She looked into my eyes.

"They and my other daughter, are most likely dead." I said quietly. I looked at her eyes back showing my seriousness. Then closed my eyes with the heartache.

"Did you mourn?" She said as she began to sit up.

"I am still in mourning."

"Yet you put a child in me?" She was getting agitated.

"You told me it was my repayment!" Now I was sitting up. She smiled and pushed me back down gently.

"Wachichu are submissive men. Not like Lakota men. Pfft, you are no Lakota." She climbed up and sat on my face. "Eat your seed submissive white man! Clean me all out, I do not want your child!"

The smell of my own seed was bad enough, but to suck it out of her? Yet my cock got rock hard as soon as her folds enveloped my nose and mouth. I didn't think, I just began to swallow chunks of my own cum from her hot passage. This caused me to get even harder. I was near bursting. A slight wind would have gotten me to cum.

Biting Owl watched it twitch in the air and refused to touch it. She ground down on my nose enjoying orgasm after near screaming orgasm. I humped the air fruitlessly. I heard her laugh.

"You are not a husband, you are a cuckold slave boy!" She laid next to me and put her nose to mine, trying to intimidate me. "Only slave cuckolds eat a man's cum the way you do wachichu!"

"That is your opinion. Perhaps I just like seeing you happy, as you did save my daughters life, as well as my own." I said flatly. She grabbed a glob of my cum off of my nose and put inside my mouth.

"Right." She got up from the bedding, and grabbed more firewood. She placed it carefully, and came back to me. I knew she did this to think, as to what to say or do next.

"Well my guest, we shall see. You may stay here in this, my home. Your daughter must stay with the other children and nannies. I assure you that the children are ALWAYS guarded. Nothing will happen to your futah daughter. You can visit during the evening after the teaching is over, and she can eat the night meal with us. Then she must get back to the nursery. Do you understand?" Her dark eyes penetrated my skull.

"Sounds fair." Was all I could think to say.

She nodded slightly, smiling.

"Tomorrow evening I will visit a friend. You will stay here. When I come back to my home I will have gifts for you!" She smiled like Ubabe did when she caught someone in a lie. I knew what the gift would be.

"I'll pass on the gifts. Your hospitality is good enough" I wore the fake smile I had used with politicians to get funding to do the mission. It normally worked. Her face changed suddenly.

"No white man, you will accept the gifts I bring, or you will never see that abomination of a daughter ever again!" She seethed. Her face was back in mine.

"Don't...hurt...my...kid!!!" With everything I had, I shoved the younger woman back. It could be the Native blood that barely ran through my veins, it could be that I was a first time parent to futah daughters, but as soon as she was on her back I was on top of her with a piece of sharp kindling in my hand poised to shove it into her neck.

She said two words.

"Not wise." I heard her snap her fingers, and in seconds I was dragged from her leather bound home and out into the cold.

I lay prone, naked, and staked to the cold ground. Biting Owl must be high on the totem, as she had guards around her at all times. Guards I never noticed till she snapped her fingers. The wind was raking into my skin and I knew that I only had a couple hours of misery before I died.

"I'm sorry Ubabe!" I yelled to the sky.

I also knew that before you died of hypothermia, you felt warm and tired. I was waiting for that to happen because after just 20 minutes I was shivering hard and wishing it would end.

"I have a gift for you white slave boy. I will give it to you. I will even let you be with your futah daughter. For that to happen, you have to accept me as your new Owner. What do you say? Pretty cold out here huh?"

My thoughts were to respond in the affirmative. But my jaw was locked closed. I couldn't form a sentence. She knew that this would happen. This was something they did to their slaves or prisoners often I guessed.

I gathered all the strength I could and managed to yell:

"I agree!"

"White boys last longer then our own kind in this weather. I'll have to remember that." She said to herself. "Bind his hands and bring him back to my place!" She ordered.

Ubabe was helped ashore by her quartermaster. Next to her laying on the sand was Azalea. She was breathing. The ship had sunk to the point it hit the bottom, with the Captains cabin above water. They had survived on the upper deck. It had remained above water till four days after the collision. Then it crumbled in the waves.

"Michael's electronic box, um his "phone", and Octavia's hat are on the beach. They are close." Ubabe helped Azalea off the sand onto her feet. "Do you have your sword?" Ubabe asked. Azalea went to her waist and nodded.

"Latoya?" Azalea looked around. Ubabe shook her head with tears forming. They paused and prayed.

"My queen, there are only five of us, what if the natives..."Azalea held her wife close. Ubabe weakly interrupted her.

"We should have never allowed our daughters on this trip. But Azalea, we are futah. No native stands a chance. I will have our family together...as soon as...." Ubabe collapsed.

"She's dehydrated! Find water!" Azalea yelled to the quartermaster and the two crew women. Night was falling and that would be hard, near impossible.

"You will make a fine whore whachichu. I can make twice the shells with your fat ass, then I make on my own!' She smiled as she fed me the cum from her vagina.

"So many males need a place to bury their sword. You'd be surprised where they stick it." She turned 180 and planted her asshole over my mouth.

"I'm not gonna stop working, but a slut like you loves cum right?" She pushed all of the cum in her ass into my mouth. Her tone changed to forceful.

"Be a good little slave and swallow your dinner!"

I swallowed the mass, (how many had her ass tonight?) There was almost a whole futah load in her ass. Sucking down cum was second nature even before I arrived in this place, but the quantities were a bit alarming from the futah. This bitch could not break me.

"Finished." I licked her asshole clean.

"Good slave. Now drink from me." She ordered.

"If you want me dead soon, yes Mistress." I locked my mouth over her urethra and licked her clit to get her started.

"What do you mean?" She pushed my face away from her now, well used, gash.

"You have drank no water since I arrived. So your urine will be highly toxic, cause my kidneys to shut down, and then I will die." I explained honestly.

"You said you drank from your wife!" She began to sit on my face again.

"She was always well hydrated before she'd ever do that to someone she loves, and it was twice, to show her love for me." I said into her hole. "Her piss was always clear and sweet, like the stems!"

"Do you love her?" She moved around to face me.

"I love both of my wives."

"I mean the one that is in charge?" She asked. She got off me to look at my face. I looked her dead in the eyes.

"I love BOTH of MY WIVES!"

"Slave, you should not yell at me. Now you will drink from me or I will cut off your penis!" I closed my eyes. Had I gotten so entitled in a few years as the Prince of Nigeria? I fucked up yet again. Still she had no idea who we were yet.

As her acrid piss filled my mouth I wished I had never taken this trip, wished poor little Octavia hadn't been captured and used as a pawn against me. I wondered if Latoya was okay.

"Swallow it slave!"

I wished that I could not taste or smell the foul piss I was trying to hold down as my stomach revolted.

"Yes I feel better. Good slave!"

SPLASH!

"Cough cough" Splash! I struggled to breathe.

Her ass was coated in my vomit.

"Water please?" I begged as her own piss and my bile, ran down and coated her legs. I watched her storm out naked.

Ubabe drank from the canteen deeply.

"Slow down!" Her wife Azalea pleaded.

"Fucking gawd damned white man!" They heard from up the river.

"English?" Azalea asked.

"Seems so, and I have a feeling they are talking about our husband." Ubabe elbowed her, "She's close. Swords out!" Ubabe instructed the survivors. The two futah and three women quietly walked along the bank of the river to where a Native was.

Ubabe placed her sword at the womans neck and held her wrist, bending it hard behind her.

"Where is my husband Michael?" Ubabe said softly. Azalea pushed her sword at her stomach and raised an eye brow.

"Best answer her, slut." Azalea knew this woman. She was a slave trader.

"Captain, I didn't know he was yours, I would have never!"

"The woman that has the sword to your throat? Take a guess who she is?" Azalea taunted. Biting Owl looked frantic.

"My queen lets just kill her and find our husband!" Azalea stated with a smile.

Biting Owl fainted, before Ubabe could slice her neck.

"Bind her Julie, she will be a great whore." Azalea said as she ran after Ubabe towards the fire lights. They made their way through the brush and forest as quietly as possible.

"I'd like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony! I like to offer them a Coke and keep them company!" I sang to myself as I waited for water. (I will not break!)

"Horrible singer, and such a small penis, you sure you want him back?" I heard Azalea say as Ubabe kissed me. Azalea untied me.

"Latoya?" I asked with pleading eyes. Ubabe shook her head. My heart dropped. Then hope.

"Octavia!" I shouted.

"We'll find her, be quiet. By the way your breath smells of native cum." Ubabe said as she unraveled the rope.

"Octavia first, then my pornography stories." I said as I stood up looking for something to wear. I grabbed a dress that Biting owl had been drying.

"Makes your butt look good!" Azalea teased.

"Not now!" I whispered as we left her tee-pee.

We made our way towards the sound of fussy children. The village was almost asleep. As we crept along the high grasses, I listened hard for my daughters voice. I finally heard it. Biting owl had told the truth. The children were kept in one place, and worse, it was heavily guarded even at this time of night.

"I need a sword." I stated.

"Husband we are faster and stronger than you. You need to stay here, we'll get Octavia." Ubabe said condescendingly.

I pulled Ubabe's sword from it's scabbard before she could stop me. I ran into the village. The first guard had his knees sliced before anyone knew I was there. Next a man came at me, I used his momentum against him, tripped him, the pushed the hilt of the sword into his skull knocking him out.

"Husband!"

I moved to the next man, about my size, he tried to spear me, I ducked and countered slicing through the back of his ankle. When he went to the ground I finished him with hard pummel hit to the skull. He was out cold.

"Husband!"

The next woman was no match, I belted her with the side of Ubabe's blade and she crumpled. I was at the entrance of where my daughter was.

"Husband Stop!"

I looked behind me. Every Native was on their knees in front of my Wives.

"Sweetheart I was just..."

"Causing an international incident." She scolded as she walked up to Octavia and picked her up.

"Bitch enslaved me!"

"You could have told them you were Prince Michael, baby." Azalea added. I crumpled. I thought that would have put me in MORE danger. Ubabe shook her head.

It took an entire day before all was forgiven. I had to care for the four men and the woman I had injured. Two of which would never walk again. It turned out the Biting Owl was the daughter of the Queen of their tribe. A woman called Sleeping Bear.

"I want justice, your Tribe knows justice. I expect the same!" The elderly lady pronounced in front of their main fire.

"My husband was kept against his will, your daughter is a known slave trader. She was trying to enslave the Prince of Nigeria!" Azalea argued.

"Silence Captain!" Ubabe raised her hand. "My Royal Husband thought he was going to be enslaved. He only wanted to rescue the Princess, my futah daughter, Octavia."

"Him nursing my fallen warriors is not enough! I want more!"

"Queen Sleeping Bear, you had best watch what you say now. You are beginning to get on my nerves." Ubabe cautioned.

"You have no army nor slave soldiers with you. I could kill you where you stand!" Sleeping Bear challenged.

"Yeah that will happen." Ubabe pulled her sword and warped her along side the head with it. She toppled over. Ubabe kept the blade to her neck as her body guards and soldiers pulled their weapons. Azalea pulled her sword and dagger from her waist.

"You make a single move, and she dies. Then I am your ruler." Ubabe announced. The men dropped their swords and spears.

"We should try to make our way to the nearest colony." Azalea said holding her stance to protect Ubabe and I.

"Good idea." Ubabe motioned for us to leave. When we found the surviving girls, we walked toward the river and from there down the sandy beach. We were headed south and kept looking behind us to see if we were followed.

As we walked I noticed the plants. They were all northern plants. Based on the position of the stars and moon, I surmised we were what would now be Boston.

"My Dearest, have you ever run into the Massachusetts Tribe?" I asked.

"Once, why?"

"Pretty sure we just crossed into their territory." I explained.

"They are friendly, at least with the Futah." She looked back at me and stopped walking. "How can you know this?"

"The trees, plants, and position of the moon. Somethings never change. We are much farther north than when we left last time." I tried to explain.

"If that is true, the we are only a couple days from New Alexandria." She smiled and began to walk with me side by side.

(Alexandria Virginia?)

"No my dear, we are at least a week away from that place, if it is where it is in my world." I felt defeat. How would we last that long?

"It is fine, we find a Masset's village and stay there. They will feed us and water us if we give them white babies." Ubabe smiled at me.

"Pardon?"

"Simple trade husband. You put babies in bellies, and our bellies get full of venison and corn!"

"I'm being your whore for food now?" I asked stupefied. Azalea gave me a knowing glance.

"You like to fuck, I'm sure some of the women will be presentable." Ubabe tried to reconcile, smiling.

"I'm still a slave whore!" I stopped, and yelled. The glare Ubabe gave me told me I was right.

"YOU!...Are MY!... HUSBAND!...YOU!...WILL!...OBEY!" She stomped toward me and shoved me to my knees in the cool sand. She put her cock to my lips.

Octavia hid in the woods. She didn't want to see what happened.