Futah World

"Doctor, is that true?"

"I speak it poorly Mistress."

"Better than I. I have more uses for you by the day!"

I was sent to talk to the Chief. With the slave's help, the one that hit me, I was able to translate Mistress's wishes. Seems the slave spoke less Lakota than I did. Some how, I managed to get the tribe to surrender.

Later that night while sucking Mistress's cock she asked me.

"What other languages can you speak?"

I took my mouth off of her cock and stroked it.

"Really bad Spanish/Latin, conversational Arabic, and shitty German." I said then pushed her into my throat. Her hand rested on the back of my head as she fucked my neck.

"Germans and Spanish were enslaved 200 years ago, but the Desert Dwellers?" She mused as I felt her load fill my stomach.

I had lied to her. The cum did get me high. Just not brainwashed. I began to wonder what would happen if I took the load in my slave-cunt.

I was dissecting the stem of the Whistling Banana Flower, as I called it, in Mistress's tent. The army was packing up, so I had harvested almost 300 of the species so that I could take it with me. I had some time before Mistress returned from her duties so I used it wisely. I discovered that the flowers were all cupped in a shape that created that soft whistle. That the fluid in the stem, had stored a version of sugar there, which gave the flowers that smell. I wondered about medicinal purposes or even cultivating it as a sugar source when Mistress entered the tent.

"Leave him be! Pack my clothing, and his...things, in a trunk. All of you Lakota slaves are coming with me!" She ordered. I felt her long braids against my back as I used the sharp blade of her dagger to split the roots. The scuffling of the slaves was loud. So she bent to my ear.

"You find something slave doctor?"

"A source of sugar at the very least. It will flavor food very well. I think it may be a medicine as well!" I announced, not taking my eyes off the root. I grabbed a piece of stem and handed it to my owner.

"Chew that, see how good it tastes?"

"Duh, pale male, that is why our cum tastes so good. We harvest this plant all the time!" She took the stem and ate it. "We fill boats with it, and send it to all of the colonies."

"Sorry Mistress. It is the first I have seen it."

"Enough with this plant. Pack your chains, and the furs I have given you. We are going to the Roanoke camp, next to the great Nigerian Ocean."

"You mean the Atlantic?" I asked.

"The pales called it that. We corrected them. As did our navy."

THE JOURNEY

In my world, Roanoke was a settlement that had been abandoned in 1585. In this world it seemed to still exist. I pondered this as we sat in what would be best called a stage coach from the old west. I began to write about my findings in a book Mistress had given me. It was on the shores of the Mississippi when she took my ass the first time.

"Slave, come please me in my tent!" She yelled through the canvas. I sat in front of the fire drawing a bird I had never seen before. It was near twice the size of a condor. The crickets chirped as I had been drawing. It had been calming.

"Yes Mistress!" I set the book down and entered her tent. She had lubed her magnificent cock with something shiny.

"Sit on it and prove you devotion to your Owner!" She cooed. I simply nodded and positioned myself over her lap. I took my time lining up, only for her to stab me with her hard cock and push down on my shoulders so that I took it all in one go.

Everyone in camp had to hear the scream that came from me. The shock of all of it in me at once almost made me faint.

"I love that sound! Now rise and fall on your only true love. Love me slave, love me and the cock in you!" She ordered softly.

I seethed breath through my teeth as I rose and felt her wide cock. I felt her scrape the insides of my now loosened hole. It took most all of my willpower to stab my guts again with all 12". Her cock head felt like it rested on my diaphragm. I knew I had done it when the hair from her balls tickled my cheeks.

It took a long time for me to find a rhythm, but eventually I got used to it. After almost 45 minutes of riding the long thick black meat, I was beginning to lose my mind. Her cock punched my prostate over and over, spilling shot after shot of my cum onto her stomach and pelvis. My body was drained.

"Take it all pale slave!" Was the last thing I heard. I felt gunshot like impacts inside of me as she grunted and pushed as deep as she could go. I collapsed on her large tits as she kept cumming.

When I woke I was still high from her cum. My bowels had absorbed it into my bloodstream. I now understood the addiction the slave from this place had. The high was a pleasant mood relaxer. Making one compliant to any suggestion. I was thankful I realized what was happening to me.

"Does my slave feel good?" She asked. I was still next to her on the bedroll.

"Intoxicated Mistress."

"About time you came around to my cum." She smiled and kissed me. "You have the tightest hole I have ever fucked. I'm glad I made you my property. Now, clean my cock." She smiled as I went under the furs.

"Gentle, I'm still sensitive." she ordered.

I could taste my shit on her cock, it was nigh impossible not to gag, but I knew if I didn't do it, I could get on her bad side. Just now I was her favorite. I wondered what ailments I would die from eating my own refuse.

"That plant you are enamored with?" She started as I fought my gag reflex. "The sweet one? We use that to stop slaves from being sick. I suggest you have some before you take care of me next time yes? Now eat all of that shit off my cock!"

After she released me I left the tent expecting to puke. I ate some of the stems the slaves had harvested and it settled my stomach. (It does have medicinal properties, but how many?) She stepped out after me fully dressed in her military skirt and her button up military shirt.

She addressed her army and the 300 Lakota slaves in tow.

"Today we will cross the only bridge across this mighty river. Then on to Roanoke Colony where our boats are waiting to take us home! After a short stop in England, it is home to Nigeria!" She shouted over the 1500 Futah and female warriors in the camp.

"As there are room on the boats, each of you should collect 2 natives along the way to take home. I will be taking some pales from the Isle of England, so these natives with us are for the officers of our great army!"

The crowd of soldiers celebrated with vocal noises and clapping. They seemed to love their Queen. Was I lucky to be hers?

After the river crossing over a wooden bridge, while riding alone with her in the carriage, I looked at my Mistress, like it was the first time.

"Ubabe?" I started.

"Slave! Never use my name!"

"Sorry Mistress."

"What is it Michael?"

"Is it strange in your culture that a slave could fall in love with his Owner?" I asked.

"No. They become addicted to cum. You, you are different. Wait..." She looked at me. "You are...?"

"You are a very beautiful Futah, and I love it when you kiss me like a lover. Yes Mistress my heart melts for you, but not out of the brands or this collar. It's because you are a good and kind Futah, and even if I wasn't your property, I'd want to be beside you always."

The Futah was fast. She was on me in a second. Her lips over mine, her tongue in my mouth exploring. My cock was rock hard in no time. Then I felt something I never expected.

Warm and wet surrounding my cock as Mistress bounced on me. She never spoke. Never broke the kiss as she rode me cow girl in the carriage. She whimpered and moaned like she had never had been penetrated, then I felt the thin wall as I busted through it. Then the warmth of her blood as I ripped through her hymen. Now she moaned louder. Never breaking the kiss. Her hard cock slapped my stomach as she bounced on me.

I had to break the kiss and push her away to tell her...

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Good slave, cum deep in me!" She said then went back to trying to tickle my tonsils with her tongue.

(I'd fucked 3 virgins in my life. And normally that sucked. Too many complaints and awkward moments. This was very different.)

"Oh good gawd! It's the biggest load ever!" I shouted into her mouth. Jets upon jets of hard flowing cum splashed her cervix. She held the kiss. I felt my legs go numb, as the cum didn't stop.

She held the kiss.

I was about to lose consciousness.

She held the kiss.

I fell out of her vagina and she pushed me down to her cock, as she rolled onto her back.. I sucked it as deep as I could.

"Our child is important. I will tell you later, drain my balls husband."

I thought I was hearing things. So I did as ordered, eventually getting throat fucked till she sent her load deep into my guts, without even tasting it. When I caught my breath, I went back to rest my head on her breast.

"Husband?" I asked.

"Shh, lets rest. I'll explain when we get home." She wrapped her arm around me and had me suckle her nipple till we fell asleep. The carriage ride was bumpy as all hell, but we were now just that exhausted.

I was wondering around the camp. I guessed we might be in what was Tennessee. The solders were capturing natives as I was gathering plants I had never seen before. I also sketched a few animals that had been extinct in my world. Mostly insects I had never seen before. I was harvesting plants that I thought might have some value, when I was called in.

"Slave we leave at mid-day! Get your samples to our carriage now!" Ubabe yelled.

"Yes Mistress, coming!" I bailed the samples into a bundle, and carried them back to the camp. My Mistress smiled at me when she saw all I had collected. There was one that I was eager to tell her about. But it would have to dry out first.

"Did you accomplish anything?"

"Yes Mistress, I have several plants here I will want to test and one that I recognize, but we have to wait before we can use it." I stated.

"Wait for what?"

"It needs to be dried out. Then we can smoke it."

"Like tobacco?" She asked.

"It's better than tobacco, I'm shocked the natives haven't clued you in yet." That had me confused.

"What does it do?" She seemed intrigued.

"You know how your cum affects me? This will let you feel like your slaves do." I smiled.

"Not sure I want that. I'll pass." She frowned. "You and the slaves can have it though." She turned and walked towards the opening of the tent. I had no interest in getting high. I missed beer. "Be ready in 30 minutes. We are going to hit the coast in two days." She ordered.

"Yes Mistress."

The marijuana plants were tied to the roof so that they could dry. I had about 10 pounds spread over the roof of our carriage. The smell was obnoxious both to me and my Owner. Still, I promised her that the plant would be best cultivated in Nigeria, for rope and for medical treatments. I even hinted it would help with obedience among the slaves and population as it calmed people.

On the first leg from Tennessee, to North Carolina, (or would have been), I was told to walk along side the carriage as Mistress took one of her generals into her carriage. This is how I learned that a sunburned ass and penis were more painful than any other sunburn one could suffer.

I could hear my Owner orgasm many times. When we made camp that night, the general left the carriage. The General's face was coated in cum. She looked like a painting that had hard contrast as the main theme. Mistress's white thick cum over the darkest of skin. Her uniform was spotless, and from the bulge in her pants she had gone unfulfilled.

I was watching the general's ass walk away when I was shook by Mistress's voice.

"It's a nice ass. Her slaves normally have a tongue inside of it. Hell, I'd go down on that!" She said. I turned to face her and lowered my eyes.

"It's MY ass you need to take care of. I'm going into the woods. Eat some of the stems." She waved her hand to shoo me to the cart where the sugary plant was. I nodded, and walked away.

I picked through the freshest of the plant stems till I had my fill of the sweet goodness. I had a feeling of what my role would be when Mistress returned from her hike into the woods. I braced myself for it as I made my way back to her carriage.

She made her way back looking relieved. Behind her was a male Native that looked to be quite ill.

"Kiss him and taste my flavor!" She ordered. The poor male walked up to me. I grabbed his body with a hand on his small ass and kissed him passionately. I could taste her refuse in his mouth, but I continued. I was to be the Queen's husband someday soon, so I had to follow orders. The Queen tapped my shoulder. I broke the kiss.

"Give him the stems. I want to keep this one. He will be a good addition to our harem."

"Yes Mistress." I said as I walked toward the cart. ("Our harem"). It was not lost on me. I brought back a handful of stems and placed them in his open hands.

"Fuck him Michael. Fill him with your seed. Own Him!" Ubabe ordered.

As the Native ate his stems, I shoved my cock into him. He was lubed somehow. (Did the males here have a gland that expels fluid?) I forgot the thought, and shoved all of myself into the flat ass slave. He was tight, and I bent him over for leverage as I was getting close. I reached down to his cock and felt it leaking cum in small waves. I used that lube to jerk him off. His body tensed as he came, squeezing my cock and milking it with his rectum as I gave him all of what was left of my seed.

"No time for a date after, we have to go." I heard as I climbed off the Native.

"Michael" I whispered.

"Osniko Tut'anke'" He said.

"Large Owl?" I said to myself. I entered the Queens carriage as the horse teams were driven forward.

"Do you like man ass?" She asked without pretext.

"No Mistress. I prefer vagina...." I thought for a half second, "Or to be fucked by cock." I sat on the bench seat looking at the floor as it vibrated. The horses were pulling faster than yesterday.

"Well, that will work out for you." She raised my head with a finger under my chin as I sat next to her.

"When we get home I have a surprise for you..." She smiled and then kissed me on the lips. "My beautiful tiny pale male." She giggled. I took the "pale" comment in stride, but "tiny"? Ouch. Yeah I was 6 inches shorter and weighed 70 pound less, due to her muscle mass. But for a dude, my 7" was above normal in the cock department!

Mistress did me the favor of having me nurse on her thick cock for the remainder of the trip. I was constantly high. Endorphins and dopamine flooded my brain with every load I swallowed. I could feel the addiction setting in. I fought it.

The seagulls squawking, and the salt air told me we were in Roanoke as I raised my head off of Ubabe's lap. She was asleep. I tapped her leg and kissed her ear. I was still high and felt brave. I stripped off the undershorts I had been wearing, as from here on in, I was always to be nude.

She woke with a sniff.

"Great Mother! How many loads did you eat?" She asked me in a slight daze as she rubbed her dark brown eyes.

"Enough that I am high, but still have my faculties Mistress." I reported.

"Good, have the slaves put all of my stuff, and your research, on the Nigerian bound boat. Pack my personal bags, and...well nothing else on the English boat. Tell Captain Azalea that we will be taking slaves on board when we arrive in England. Avail yourself to her. Understood?" Mistress looked down at me.

"Yes Mistress!"

I left the carriage and walked to the Nigerian "HMS Tahitian". It was a massive sailing vessel. Much bigger than I thought they would be. Looked to be the size of a English Man-o-War.

"Oy! What you want white boy?" I turned to see a female my size staring into my skull. Her blonde hair made her stand out. Her calling me a "white boy" made me giggle as my skin was tanned by the constant sunlight and she was as pale as moon light.

"I'm here to deliver orders from the Queen." I said with respect, but a little forceful.

"Queen's got one of us in 'er 'arem?"

Was that a cockney accent? Birmingham? She was English for sure.

"I'm her fiancee." I stated boldly.

"Why you all nakey then?" She countered.

"I'm a slave till...it doesn't matter. I need to talk to your Captain now!"

"Up the gang plank, turn left till you see the double doors aft! Best knock first!"

"Aye, thank you!" I said as I stepped on to the gang plank.

"Hopin' we get some time together Queen's boi!" She shouted back.

I was shocked at the double doors in front of me. The glass work was stained in blues and reds, inside of the frames. I reached up to knock on the door, but it opened and a female stepped out holding herself between the legs. "Thank you Captain!" she said as she briefly looked up at me. She was trying to hold the blood and semen inside of her fruitlessly. I knocked any way.

"Come!" I heard a deep feminine voice.

I walked into the captain's quarters with my head down. I was trying to be prepared for anything.

"Pale male! Why do I deserve the presence of the Queen's new toy?"

"Fiancee Captain." I corrected. She laughed. I looked up at her face for the first time. This woman was near 6 foot 6 inches, had midnight skin, and had muscles for days. She stood so I could see her massive cock. It was darker than the skin on her face and chest. It was as wide as my wrist and as long as my forearm.

"Fiancee huh?" She smiled. Her white teeth contrasted from her deep black skin.

"I am here to inform you that the Queen means to board your vessel, and have it sail to England to pick up chattel, before heading home. I am also obligated to tell you that I am at your service for the duration." I stared at the floorboards as I spoke, knowing that the Captain's cock was going to hurt.

"Sounds wonderful. Bend over my desk, so I can tell if this extra stop is worth my time!" She ordered. I did as told and felt her lube my hole. The next thing I felt was shock, combined with pain as she shoved all 11 inches into me at once. I may have fainted.

I definitely fainted. I woke on the floor with the Captain still pounding deep into my guts. I had lost two loads during my solace, and I was about to cum again. Helpless cum shot, after another, dripped and oozed from my cock as the Captain fired load after heavy load deep into my fuck hole.

"That will be enough Azalea!" I heard my fiancee's voice and looked up.

"Thanks my Queen, he was well worth it." The Captain stood and redressed. Meanwhile I writhed on the floor as cups of cum leaked from me.

"My turn soon little husband." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. "When we get to the shores of home, you will marry us Captain!"

To be Continued!