Futah World Ch. 05

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This chapter explores the beginning of love. There is still water sports, slavery, and humiliation. If you are down with it, ENJOY!

Chapter 5

Politics

The crew had all signed a sworn statement that Ubabe had tried to kill both me and Azalea. She attempted a mutiny against Captain Kuline, so as to cover up her murder plot. The actions she took on the Native lands were also in the reports. Azalea got nervous after reading the morning edition of the news.

We had been in the capital for all of three days when the shit storm started. Ubabe was well liked by the men, and the lower class women. Only the nobles, elites, and slaves disliked her. However, having two former ship captains and a pale male as rulers, were a bit too much for almost everyone but the highest classes. Kuline explained to me that they would think us naive, and would be able to bribe their way into us siding with them on any law or policy.

(Heh lobbyists exist here too!) I held back my laugh.

Much to my surprise, a week later the government, after an investigation, backed Azalea's actions and I was now a crowned and legal Prince. The bad news was my royal Princess was stripped of her titles due to what her mother had done. They had placed Octavia in some noble's home. She was to be a futah wife to farmer that lived on the noble's land when she came of age. This sent me into a spiral of tears.

My Wives tried to cheer me up, saying that they needed new futah Princesses for us to raise and ensure the line of succession.

Kuline kissed the back of my neck as she lined up with my pucker. Azalea raised my head so that her cock was at my mouth as she stood on the floor, at the foot of the bed. I lay on my stomach as they pushed into me simultaneously. I could hear them kissing as they matched their rhythm together.

I truly enjoyed Kuline's cock. It was a perfect fit for my slutty ass. If not for the ring on my now choked cock, I'd have lost my first load, as Azalea pushed into my throat. Kuline was picking up speed, ramming my chubby butt with a slapping sound. Meanwhile Azalea kept herself deep in my throat, teasing me with the promise of breathing and then sinking deeper.

Bliss just bliss, as my eyes began to fade from lack of air. I tapped Azalea's leg and she pulled out of my throat. She dumped a heavy wad of her salty cum into my mouth just as my back end was filled.

I breathed deeply as they flipped me over. They changed positions. Now Kuline was sitting on my face. Her sweet smelling pussy suffocating me. My tongue went to work.

I felt Azalea take the ring off of my cock and then her hot wet futah cunt slide down upon it. Azalea would need to be pregnant first as she was now the Queen. I hadn't meant to, but I was certain she was pregnant less than 4 minutes later. It was her fault for slamming my prostate over and over without allowing a release with her restrictive cock ring on me.

A week later, both wives were with child.

A week after that I had to attend my first government council. As Prince I was to speak for the farmers, laborers, low women, men and slaves. I had to attend a meeting with representatives of each tribes (and/or state's) lower classes.

It was a good meeting, as most were happy about the regime change, and felt the effects after only 3 weeks. People were better fed, which helped the productivity of the working and slave class. I had fucked up in that meeting by bringing up education.

My personal counselor, Luanda, a futah lawyer, whispered that education was not allowed for the lower classes. I nodded and dropped the subject. I listened to complaints from various tribes and states. I took meticulous notes. Most of the futah representatives had never seen a man write before, and it impressed or disgusted them.

I informed them that I would discuss each and every issue with the Queen and our Wife, the "Supreme Commander". (It was more like a Vice President position. Still better than mine, which was like 'First Lady', or in my case, 'First Husband'.)

When it was over I asked Luanda to join me in my office at the palace. I sat behind my opulent desk, and opened my notebook. I instructed her to sit at in a chair across from me.

"So am I to understand that even the women are not allowed to read or write?" I asked the lighter brown woman with thick braids. She wore something I would describe as a khaki dress skirt with a frilly white blouse with long sleeves.

"Prince Michael. I know you came from a place very different than here. But you need to understand this culture. It has been here since before the Romans, the Greeks, it actually started around the time of the Sumerians." She leaned forward. "This is why the Queen asked that I am to be at your side at all times. To explain anything you do not understand. I am also trained as a level ten security officer and am your bodyguard as well."

"So you report to me?" I asked.

"Yes and no." She answered.

"Explain." I looked into her eyes.

"I am at your service, my Prince. I am to help you in all ways. But...I must report to the Queen about your decisions and actions." She looked down breaking our gaze. I was amused by this. She was submissive to me.

"I understand. You are to be at my side at all times. What if I want to be with my wives for private time?"

"I'll be right outside the door and armed." She raised her blouse to show a crude revolver tucked in a shoulder strapped holster that hung down below her small left breast. (She's right handed.) I thought.

"If I ordered you to have sex with me what are you allowed to do?" I had to ask. Her little tits, and lighter brown skin had my cock twitching.

"I would ask that you not get me pregnant. I haven't chosen a wife or husband yet. I am a virgin in the hole between my asshole and balls. I'm saving that for a Husband or Futah wife." She looked nervous.

"If I chose to take that, you could not say 'no'. Is that what you are telling me?" I looked at her. She looked at the cheetah fur rug.

"If you choose that, as Prince, you may have it." A tear was forming at the corner of her eye.

"Relax. I have no want to make you pregnant. I take marriage seriously. Vaginal sex is only for married couples or polygamous families like mine. I will not touch you there, unless you ask me to...Three times."

"Thank you Prince." She smiled and wiped the tear away.

"However I would like to see your cock." I raised my hands for her to stand. She smiled, stood and raised her skirt. I left my chair and walked around my desk. I knelt in front of the 10" limp monstrosity.

"Prince? Does that mean you like it?" She smiled down at me. Her fears now long forgotten.

"It's beautiful. Mind if I hold it?" I asked.

"At your leisure my Prince." Blood was beginning to fill it as I held the hefty weight of it. For a smaller Futah, she had a gigantic cock. I stoked it lightly. It swelled to almost 14 inches long and 3 inches wide.

I couldn't stop myself. I put the head in my mouth.

"My Prince, please don't tease me." She moaned. I wasn't teasing. I slobbered all over her pole to get some lube so that I could stroke what ever I couldn't fit inside of my gob and throat.

"My Prince, thank you, it has been too long." I felt her push the back of my head as she slowly eased down my throat.

I knew in that moment even if my wives were not in the mood, I'd never be cum starved. My assistant didn't last long in my tight throat. It must have been a while for her, as she said, cause after only four minutes her heavy hog twitched inside my throat and I felt myself get full. I would not need the slave bois to make lunch for me.

After she retreated, fixed her skirt and sat back down, I sat in my chair.

"Remove the hair from down there." I said as I quietly burped up her flavor.

"Yes Prince." She smiled at me. "I think I will enjoy my job Prince Michael."

"I think we will get along fine." I smiled back and then dismissed Luanda. She informed me she would be outside of my office door along with a Royal Futah guard.

"I need to get this society into the computer age. Writing things out sucks!" I said to no-one as I filled out notes from the meeting.

ARGUMENTS AND CELEBRATIONS

I was watching the male gardeners, most of which were white, trimming hedges and watering the flowers in the front garden. I was wearing the robes afforded to my station and bitching to myself, that the back side would have cum stains as I was one, gaping, and two couldn't stop the quart of cum my wives had put inside of me this morning.

They had shot down my idea of educating the free women. I tried to explain that a better educated work force would help the Empire. It fell on deaf Futah ears. I realized in that moment, I would have to wait 20 years for one of my futah daughter-wives to change the policy. (I'll be past 60 years old!)

"You are worlds away!" I heard her, then felt Azalea's lips on my cheek. "Are you still upset about our ruling little husband?"

"I could have us in the computer age in less than 20 years, if you let me help you."

"A box that does math will help us?" She grinned at me. I spent the next hour explaining what computers can do.

"Sounds like a fictional story to me. Can you not just live in the moment?" She grabbed and held my shoulder, her arm around my back.

"I will say thing about Ubabe... Dearest Queen. When I told her I could improve things. She listened." I said and saw disappointment in Azalea's eyes.

"Do you mourn for our wife?" She asked her face went to stone.

"No. But I wish to be able to accomplish something with my station and knowledge to keep us in power!" I was almost yelling.

"And education is part of that?" She asked.

"Yes, in stages. First the Futah Nobles, then move down."

"I see. And what are you teaching?"

"Engineering, and computer science." I said.

"Computer science sounds like a made up word." She giggled at me.

"If it were not real, I'd have never arrived here." I began to tell her about the new programs that led to my mission. How I sat at the doorway of her dimension, and got pulled in. Her eyes were near glazed over when I finally explained it all.

"So the Zulu are massing a Navy!" Kuline walked into our bedroom taking off her uniform. Azalea shook her head quickly to wake her self up. I had bored her.

"And?" Azalea asked.

"They want a piece of the Native lands." Kuline went to the bath room and began to shower. She left the door open so we stood in the doorway to continue the conversation.

"How much of a navy could those hicks actually have?" Azalea questioned over the sound of the falling water.

"They have cannons, and rifles same as us. Ships are smaller but faster. Eight cannon per side according to my Marine spies." Kuline yelled back. I was staring at her perfect ass. Azalea caught my gaze.

"Thought you didn't like that!?" Azalea asked. She broke my gaze.

"What?"

"Being a toilet." She said quietly.

"No, no I don't!"

"Why are you staring at our wife's ass and drooling?" She pressed.

"I want to clean it with my tongue." I said honestly.

"Ubabe might have been right." She commented.

" I said I just want to clean it, not eat from it!" I argued. She kissed me softly.

"Fine get in there and clean our wife's asshole."

"Thank you baby." I said and stripped off my robe. As soon as I was in the shower I knelt and buried my face in Kuline's ass.

"Oh! Hello!" Kuline pushed my face to her pucker and I went to work.

"As I was saying, I think we should hit them first and then bombard the ports and dry docks where they are building!" Kuline said over the water.

"I agree. See to it. I'm going to send a message to the Zulu Queen. See you at dinner!" Azalea yelled.

"Yes my Queen!" Kuline pulled me from her brown cheeks and looked at me.

"Do you love me?" She asked. I simply nodded.

"Would you do anything for me since I saved you from that bitch pimp?" She asked. I blinked from the water splashing off of her body and into my eyes, then nodded.

"You were her toilet, and Azalea's. All I ask is, after we fuck, you get all of the Queen's cum from my ass and share it with me when you have harvested it from my ass. Don't swallow a drop! Deal?"

She knelt next to me and I nodded. She kissed me deeply. She turned off the water.

"My ass is clean but my cock is not. Hurry up hubby, dinner will be served soon!" She smiled. I sucked her limp cock into my mouth and cleaned it well. She began to get hard. She pulled away from me.

"Let's save that for tonight hon." She helped me from my knees, and we dressed. I was wearing Princely robes again, It was lingerie for men, I realized it was only slightly better than being naked. Kuline wore her Naval Uniform.

Azalea was seated at the head of the table. I was seated to the left of her, and Kuline to the right. Every Noble that was loyal was at that long table. African-Arabic music was being played by the live band. Azalea stood. All followed suit.

"My dearest Nobles. I wish blessings upon your households! May your tribes or states be free from strife, and may your farmers all have good yields! I may wish to speak with you individually, as may my wife, Commander Kuline. However for now let us eat, drink and be joyful!" She raised her goblet of wine and all others did the same. After the toast was finished we sat back down and began to eat.

"Michael do you have anything to say about the Zulu situation?" Azalea asked quietly.

I looked at the Queen, then at Kuline. "Wise to speak with their Queen first, but while you are talking, the fleet should be under sail. You may want to speak to the Nobles from the southern territories, to make sure you have an army assembled to attack or defend at any cost." I finished.

"Ubabe was right. You are smart. See that it gets done wife." Azalea said with discretion.

"My crews are already on standby, you need to talk to the Nobles for me to do the rest." Azalea stated.

"I will." Azalea went back to eating.

After dinner Azalea began to take meetings with the Nobles, specifically those that were in the south. Later, she talked to the others for futah and woman power. The more troops the better.

As I had nothing better to do, I went to my small desk in our bedroom.

I began drawing the basic micro chip, as well as corresponding notes about resisters and processors. I knew that with a slight support I could get this nation to be a super-power. They have DC electricity, Everything runs on a battery or wind turbines. If I never mention coal powered steam could I get them into hydro electric for AC power? Later perhaps solar or better wind?

"Drawing huh?" I looked up from my desk to see Kuline.

"The computers that neither of you believe in. I have designed a basic schematic of hardware. I also wrote some basic commands for the software. I'm not an engineer, well not for this." She pulled some of the drawing off of my desk and looked at them.

"I'll send you to a meeting with the professors at the National College. They may make sense of this." Kuline set the paper down. "For now, finish what you started in the shower. My balls are full and I noticed you didn't eat dessert." She smiled.

I undressed, then laid on the bed with my head hanging backward off of the foot. She would be able to throat me easier this way, and I was eager to smell her musky yet feminine scent. Kuline wasted no time and was fucking my throat in seconds. I paced my breathing with her strokes as my cock got harder and harder. I began to stoke my cock but she slapped my hand away.

"You cum after I and Azalea cum little hubby." She breathed as she plowed my throat. I placed my hands on her muscular ass and helped her throttle my neck. Her skin is so smooth. Her ass is firm yet cushioned. I loved eating her ass. It was like a hug, only for my face, in the safest place on the planet.

I was beginning to black out as she hitched into my throat, filling me with a cup of sticky white dessert. Now I was REALLY full. The evening meal was filling, but a full 8 ounces of heavy cum sits like lead in your stomach.

I took a breath as she pulled her cock from me. She kissed me tasting the small remnants of her load. She pulled me around so I lay in the middle of the bed on my pillows. She lay on her side of the bed, to my left.

"Azalea wants your ass tonight. So you can't cum yet. I'm sure she will empty your tiny prostate and balls!" She giggled. "Damn! Now I have to piss. We need a toilet slave! This bed is nice and warm with you in it! I don't want to leave." I snuggled her, suckling her thick nipples, and rubbing her heavy balls. Then I went under the covers and locked my lips around her soft cock.

"You sure?" She asked. I tapped her leg and tasted the sweet, clean stream of warm water.

(She's been drinking hard tonight.) I thought as I gulped down her full bladder.

She shivered a bit as the last few squirts shot into my eager mouth. "I love you Michael".

I came back up and kissed her. "I love you too, but I don't want to be THAT all the time. Find someone I can use too." I kissed her neck and began to drift off on her right breast, as she rubbed my ass and back.

I was awoken to Azalea in my ass as Kuline snored softly.

"Sorry my love, I was tired." I said. She pushed deeper.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry it so long to get to bed. Fucking politics!" She held me on my side then pulled me up so I was sitting on her cock. I leaned down to kiss her as she grabbed my hips and pounded at my hole.

"You are so much tighter than Kuline!" She panted.

"Once you go white, you know it's right!" I was smiling as my eyes rolled back into my skull. I was seconds away from blowing my load on her muscular stomach. She kept her solid pace and then yes, I lost every drop of cum in my prostate, and balls. Now I flopped around like a overcooked noodle till she finally filled my ass with her glorious load.

"Here put this in your cunt baby." She handed me a butt-plug. I put it in, to keep her gift in me. The high was coming as I absorbed her cum into my bloodstream. "Now clean up your cum from my tummy baby." She instructed. I sucked, slurped and licked all of my cum off. Then I cleaned her cock.

I slept on her left breast without moving, till morning. All of my energy had been spent.

I woke to a blowjob. Someone was taking all of me. I opened my eyes to see neither Kuline or Azalea in the bed. I looked down to the heavy braids I recognized. I set my hands on her head as she tried to get me off. She wasn't all that talented, but with a little guidance I finally shot what was left into her mouth. She swallowed my tiny load and looked up smiling at me.

"Good morning my Prince. You have a busy day." She said as she adjusted her office style clothes.

She helped me dress as she spoke.

"First you have to meet with Captain of the women's auxiliary militia. Next. Lunch with the Queen and Queen Jalisa of Zulu. After that, your wife Kuline asks that you interview for toilet slaves. She said to pick three, one for each of you."

"Are you going to be at my side all day, I will need you." I asked.

"Yes Master." She said. I stopped adjusting the robes in the mirror and looked at her.

"Luanda, what did you call me?" I asked.

"You are my Master now." She looked down and went to her knees.

"How?"

"I told you that I report to the Queen after we are finished. I told her about our discussion about my virginity in my breeding hole." She stared at my bare feet.

"And?"

"She said that I could have been something more than a lawyer if I had just kept my 'stupid girly dreams' to myself." She fidgeted a bit on her knees.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked.

"I think the Queen wanted you to fall in love with me or something. She wasn't clear on that. But because I denied you my vagina, she registered me as your slave this morning. I'm your property now Master."