Futah World Ch. 03-04

"I have no idea with whom your husband lay with. But I will get you the Chiefs head." Biting Owl raised her hand to shake the Queen's. The queen looked at it before grasping it. Finally shaking it. With that, the queen beckoned us to follow her back to the landing boats.

"That was close." I muttered, still holding the Captain's hand.

"Shut up baby" She seethed quietly through a clenched jaw.

The trip home was rather easy going. Good winds, and smooth sailing. Well to the crew at least. In our room it was mayhem. Accusations flew and a couple of fist fights broke out. Ubabe was infuriated that Azalea had nothing to do with the rescue from her gang rape. She seemed just as mad at me for saving her!

I had enough after just 36 hours of the constant fighting, and lay in Captain Kuline's room on the floor with Octavia. The nice Captain had set a large feather stuffed mattress down and plenty of blankets.

I sat naked on the floor after Octavia was in her mothers room, and Kuline was getting ready for her shift.

"My prince?"

"Yes Captain?"

"Why does our Queen insist you are naked?" She asked looking into a full length mirror. She wanted her uniform perfect.

"I'm a white male, and she likes to punish me." I stated looking at her reflection.

"Surely you have done no wrong since we left the native lands. I've seen your photograph in the newspaper, dressed like a soldier." She quipped. "My two futah daughters are at school, but my three husbands at home are allowed clothing. My sons as well. Yes, they are African, Nigerian in fact, so they have that going for them....still?"

"In case the captains eyes have stopped working Ma'am, the Queen's husband is white. Or pale as she calls me." I stated. Kuline frowned.

"So you like to be a slave hubby? Not a Prince?" She said sharply. I had angered her.

"No I prefer Prince, Captain Kuline. However, how I am treated is up to the Queen."

"Your other wife...uh, Captain Azalea?"

"She treats me as the Prince at all times." I admitted.

"I guess us Navy Futah's are better to those we love, as we are always away from them." She fixed her scabbard.

"Do you love your Captain wife?" She asked, now turning to face me.

"Yes Captain."

"The Queen?" She knelt in front of me after she asked. Her dark eyes penetrating my brain.

"Less so if I am honest Captain." I said. She frowned a bit then nodded.

"I can see your point" She stood. Her hard on was visible under her dress skirt.

"Our queen saw fit for you to be the help while you are on my vessel. I want the room dusted, the floors scrubbed, my bedding washed, your bedding washed and dinner made for the four of us when I come off shift" She ordered as she opened the door to the quarters.

"Four of us?" I asked.

"Yes pale male. The four of us that are above such a shitty excuse for a Prince. Your wives, your daughter, and myself. Honestly." She shook her head slowly, her dark eyes closed. "The only way to rise in our society is to be like your wife. I mean to say NOT the captain. The sooner you figure out how not to be a cuckold sissy boi, the sooner you will be the prince you THINK you are." She left and closed the door.

From outside the door I heard Capt. Kuline say "My Queen." Then Ubabe's voice, "Captain". The door opened.

"My beloved, why do you sleep in here with the Captain? Come back to our room. I need to be near you and Octavia. Are you angry at me?" She asked.

"Well dearest, according to your orders, as your slave hubby, I am to clean the Captain's Quarters and then make dinner for all but myself." I said scowling.

"I was angry when I said that! You know how Azalea gets under my skin! No. No cleaning for you my husband. Come, lets read to Octavia, and you can help me with a problem." She smiled at me. I didn't trust it.

"What problem dearest wife?"

"I'm constipated. This salted meat is doing a number on me. I have stems for you." She smiled. I remembered what the Captain had said.

"No. I'm a Prince, not your chamber pot slave." I said with a stone face. Her smiling face changed right in front of me so fast. It now showed anger and menace.

"You are "A" prince yes, and I can have many more 'PRINCES', but you are a Proper Husband. You will do as you are told!"

"So I'm just a fucking slave. A chamber pot slave. You know DEAREST, I don't enjoy being your toilet!" I said and regretted it as soon as I had. Ubabe took two steps. She had my neck in her hand and began to squeeze.

"I'm the father of our children!!!" I managed to squeak as she lifted me off the ground. In that instant her resolve crashed, and she set me down gently. She began to cry, softly at first, then went to her knees and began to sob hard.

I coughed till my airway was clear. I stood over her.

"I have saved you twice. Out of loyalty, and love. You treat me like a slave, and I am tired of it! Our wife treats me ten times better than you, and she has less than half of the culture and education you have!" I was piling on, but I needed to vent. I had no idea why she was crying.

"I'm angry about EVERTHING!" She sobbed. Then I said something I thought would get me killed..

"Maybe you need to let Azalea run things for a bit so you can rest." I put my hand on her thick black hair at the top of her head.

"Will you forgive me?" She asked looking up at me. Her eyes were swollen, tears streaming down her face.

"Of course my dearest." I felt bad for her. She was carrying an empire on her shoulders after all.

I blinked. Then felt her backhand across my face. I flew into the corner of the Captain's room. While I tried to get my bearings I felt her sit on my face.

"You do as you are told!" She scolded. "Tongue in my ass now!"

I was over full, and the stems were not helping. She had been constipated. No longer. I was finished cleaning the captain's quarters hours later and had begun dinner when Azalea and Kuline walked in. They were laughing and telling stories. They sat at the dining table, as I served dinner in a dress. Captain Kuline knew the Queen well. I looked like a sissy.

Ubabe and Octavia arrived very shortly after. None made mention of the black eye I had, the dress I wore, nor how my face must have been green with nausea.

I was given a plate by Azalea and allowed to sit at the dining table. I helped feed Octavia as I ate the food in front of me.

Azalea and Kuline regaled stories of naval battles. Both successes and defeats with nostalgia. Ubabe stared at me. She was still angry about something.

I was halfway done with my dinner when she finally spoke to me.

"Your done eating that Michael, get below the table so we can feed you properly." She ordered. I looked at Azalea who seemed to not even hear the loud voice. She continued talking with Kuline.

"Yes my Queen."

(Bi polar didn't cover what was going on in this Futah's head. Who had I married?) I thought as I wrapped my mouth around her cock. I nursed it gently till it began to come to life then felt my wife's hand at the back of my head holding me as she fucked my throat.

(Insanity? Is she hearing voices?) I thought as my lungs begged for oxygen.

(Megalomaniac? Like Hitler, Pol Pot, Stalin, and President Bieber?) Her warm cum coated my stomach, and filled my mouth as she retreated. I swallowed all of it. I was still full from earlier in the day, and I didn't want to be used as a toilet again. So when she said to take care of both Captains, I did.

Azalea and Kuline faked orgasms and took their cocks from my mouth.

Something was going on.

As I cleaned up after dinner Ubabe began to leave with our daughter and informed me that she was going to have me whipped in front of the crew for my disobedience. Kuline and Azalea seemed not to notice this even though she said it loud enough and plain. The Captains continued drinking wine and laughing about embarrassments they had in front of their crews.

As soon as the door was closed. Kuline locked it and they set to treating my eye. I was fed cheese and meat while Kuline mixed a stem tea with other herbs that would help me survive the blood poisoning I was most likely enduring.

"Baby, it's almost over." Azalea's face hovered over my own as she held the cold rag to my swollen eye.

"Yes, and after it is over...Michael would you marry me?" Kuline knelt at the side of her bed where I was laying. Her braids were tight and silky. They reached her bosom. She looked beautiful today compared the the frazzled look she normally had.

She held out a gold ring. It was the size of my ring finger. I looked at Azalea in confusion.

"Just say 'Yes' baby." Azalea kissed my forehead. Azalea looked scared. Kuline looked hopeful. Azalea was frightened I might still side with Ubabe. I didn't have to think. (Not this time).

"Yes Captain Kuline, I will". I said. Kuline's face came alive with a bright smile, as Azalea's relaxed at first. She sighed relief then smiled.

"Baby would you like to be fucked by your fiancee?" Azalea asked. I looked over at Kuline. Her uniform had disappeared, and her heavy black meat was already hard. She was smaller than my other wives, with maybe ten inches. That was good news to me.

"Oh yes, please!"

As Kuline slid into my chubby butt on the bed,, Azalea knelt next to me so we were face to face from the floor.

"With your permission husband, Ubabe might accidentally fall overboard in the middle of the night." She whispered.

"Ugh, Ugh, Sounds good to me baby! Ugh Ugh!" Kuline seemed to love my tight backside. She railed me hard!

"Good. Now get your fiancee off so we can snuggle!" Azalea smiled at me as semen dripped from my cock. Her dark eyes watched me as I went through a series of analgasms, smiling at me, and occasionally kissing me deeply.

This was bliss.

After it was over, I stuffed a rag between my cheeks to soak up the cum my fiancee unloaded. I lay on Kuline's small breast, as she told me about her life. Azalea lay on my chest softly snoring. I had no idea what was planned. But I knew in that one moment I was happy. I looked at the gold ring on my finger.

"Here's two wives I'm keeping Dougie!" I said to myself quietly after Kuline began to breathe deeply. I wondered how my daughter was doing, on the other Earth. I must have been reported dead by this time. Dougie and the Ex would be happy.

I kissed Kuline's nipple and then Azalea's head and drifted off to sleep.

I didn't expect rifles and swords in my face when I woke up. Really ruined the snuggle time I was having with...Kuline was missing. Azalea and I held up our hands as Ubabe stepped into the quarters. Kuline walked up behind her then stood next to her.

"Stay calm" Azalea whispered to me.

"My whore and my wife! Michael I told you to take care of the Captain, but Azalea? Tsk Tsk!" She crossed her arms under her massive breasts as she sighed. Ubabe seemed to be proud to catch us doing something.

"Ubabe my Queen. Thank you for forgiving me in my moment of weakness." Kuline laid it on thick. Ubabe interrupted.

"What is that on my hubby's finger?" Ubabe walked toward the bed.

"Okay plan B!" Kuline ordered. Her Imperial Marines grabbed the queen and dragged her out of the room.

I heard her scream, but never heard the "splash". Ubabe had been thrown overboard near a small set of islands.

Azalea was crowned Queen by her new wife.

Ubabe was "Missing, and assumed dead.".

Chapter 5

Politics