Pocahontas (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 11)

by Julie Law

  Pocahontas

  (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales #11)

  By

  Julie Law

  Copyright ©2015

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Rebecca sighed and thanked God she got used to the motions of the ocean. It might have taken two weeks for her stomach to stop rolling and twisting whenever the boat moved, but at last the swaying of the ship no longer bothered.

  The redhead turned back to her novel, looking aside from the small window in her quarters.

  The sight of the ocean had been something else at first, but novelty wore off quickly and she found other ways to entertain herself.

  Rebecca loved reading and books became her constant companions.

  The sounds of hurried steps outside her door broke the redhead’s concentration. The door opened and Anya, her family’s maid, stuck her head in. “Come quick milady, your father sent for you. We are approaching land.”

  Rebecca got to her feet with an excitement she hadn’t felt in a while, smile breaking out in her face. Her joy was mirrored in the other woman, and the two stumbled into the deck with grins.

  Anthony turned to his daughter with an expression of exasperation. Rebecca’s long red hair was disheveled, curlier than usual, giving the impression the girl had just left the bed.

  Anthony’s wife complained their daughter never took good care of herself and he had to agree with her, even understanding that was simply who Rebecca was.

  He didn’t say anything however, it wouldn’t help; he just opened his arms and welcomed his daughter, the redhead embracing him as tightly as she could.

  “Is it true?” Rebecca asked when they parted. “Are we there?”

  Anthony smiled. “We’re close. Take a look.” He said and directed her gaze towards the horizon.

  At first, Rebecca couldn’t see what he meant, but then what seemed to be a small point on the horizon became slightly bigger, easier to define. She couldn’t help the squeal that escaped her mouth when she recognized it as land, and then blushed as her father and the sailors around them laughed at her enthusiasm.

  “How long will it take?” Rebecca questioned, not taking her eyes off the land that would be her home for the foreseeable future.

  The redhead hadn’t wanted to leave London at first; the capital of the British Empire had been the only place she called home. She railed against her parents, but eventually understood they needed to move, especially when her father’s business worsened.

  Now Rebecca found herself excited about her future and wondering what mysteries she would find in Virginia.

  “It will take a while yet,” Her father answered, putting a hand on her head and rubbing her hair for good measure, much to Rebecca’s embarrassment. “You can return to your books if you want.”

  The redhead nodded absently but didn’t move from her place, lost in thought, bringing a smile to her father’s face.

  No book would be able to take Rebecca’s mind of her future home and so the redhead let herself be, gaze lost in the distance ahead, as she dreamed about what the land of America would have in store for her.

  Chapter 1

  Two years passed since Rebecca came to Virginia.

  She loved the land, its nice weather, the miles of woodlands around her parent’s mansion. It was all very different from when she lived in London. The people around them were nice and considerate, always willing to help, telling the strangest and funniest tales.

  Rebecca was happy like she hadn’t been in a while and it showed. The young woman glowed with an inner brightness that dazed everyone who saw her and her figure grew into that of a young woman.

  The redhead gained curves in all the right places, her green eyes seemed to glow with mischievousness and her hair was livelier than ever.

  It wasn’t surprising that between her beauty and her parent’s improving fortune Rebecca became quite a desired match, though her father rejected every suitor that sought out her hand.

  Rebecca understood he was hoping to make an even better match than those who appeared until then, desiring some rich land owner or an inspiring politician as a son-in-law, but she was happy nonetheless.

  None of the men had been able to make her feel anything. There was no spark between her and any of them. There wasn’t a sensation of meeting the one, as the women in the books described when they met their loves.

  Rebecca knew those were only tales, but she hoped for something like that to happen to her, to feel her heart beat faster when she looked at her intended.

  Unfortunately it hadn’t happened yet.

  Rebecca celebrated her twentieth anniversary and a new suitor appeared.

  His name was Thomas Calvert. He was an older gentleman, a politician running for the local Mayor office.

  Rebecca didn’t like him. It wasn’t because he was older than she was; despite his age he could almost be considered handsome, with short hair, sleek cheekbones and blue eyes.

  The looks he gave her however, the way he let his eyes rove over her body, lingering on her chest and face; that made Rebecca hate him.

  He was a cold man, calculating and she wanted nothing to do with him.

  Her father knew of her disdain – she made it quite clear – but he didn’t want to upset someone who might one day become one of the more powerful men in the region, so he listened to Calvert’s proposal and didn’t send him off at the first chance.

  Rebecca wasn’t worried, she knew her father would never marry her to someone she couldn’t stand, but she didn’t particularly enjoy listening to the man.

  “… Obviously these attacks can’t remain unpunished and when I’m elected mayor, I’ll make sure we show these savages what happens when they attack god-fearing folk without provocation.” Calvert’s voice was shrewd and full of a slippery cunning, a politician’s voice.

  Rebecca was certain that, if they could, snakes would speak like him. She hated him but paid attention nonetheless.

  In the last couple of months there had been a series of fights between the settlers and the natives.

  The redhead wasn’t exactly sure about the cause. Her father said it started when a couple of miners were caught in tribal territory and were attacked. Supposedly they shot one of their attackers, killing him.

  It all snowballed from there.

  The colonists claimed the miners had acted in self-defense, that they would have been killed otherwise. At the same time, they recognized the miners shouldn’t have been in native territory and were willing to compensate the tribe for the transgression.

  This only angered the locals, who believed the settlers were trying to use money to erase the death of one of their own, which Rebecca figured wasn’t far from the truth, even if it would be the most diplomatic manner to settle the dispute.

  Unfortunately it didn’t seem to work and the situation became tense.

  Rebecca knew she wasn’t being fair with those involved, but she felt they could have done better.

  Now, because they hadn’t, the colony could be on the verge of war and people like Thomas Calvert didn’t care, using the situation to drum support for their agendas, forgetting about those would suffer in the meanwhile.

  Anthony showed himself far more hesitant about the possible conflict. “I’m not sure we need to escalate the situation even more, Mister Calvert. It is quite dangerous at the moment, I know we are quite capable of
defending ourselves, but many people would die.”

  Calvert shrugged. “I can’t deny that, Mister Smith, but I don’t think it’s possible to appease these savages and I don’t think we should even try, truly. I believe getting rid of them will be a boon to our community, be in the safety it would grant us, or in the economic boost we would get from more land.”

  Rebecca forced herself to be still and held her sarcasm in check; her mother always said it wasn’t ladylike. Only a madman or a monster could speak the words Calvert spoke with so little care.

  He was advocating exterminating another people simply because it would be useful to his interests.

  She smiled vapidly at him when he looked at her, but then shuddered as his gaze returned to her father.

  “Perhaps,” Rebecca’s father seemly conceded the point in a tone of voice that showed he really didn’t agree with the other man. “But it would be a hassle I don’t really want to face, business is booming at the moment and I wouldn’t want anything to disrupt it.”

  “Obviously this is only last recourse,” Calvert replied, backtracking almost immediately once his audience disagreed with his point of view. “As you said, business is good lately and we don’t want any upsets.”

  Anthony smiled at the other man but Rebecca could see the disdain in her father’s eyes, which brought a smile to her own face. There was no chance she would be saddled with the disgusting politician as a husband.

  Calvert stayed with them for another hour and left with a smile in his lips, convinced he had a chance at Rebecca’s hand. The father and daughter he left behind exchanged looks and grimaced.

  “That’s going to be our Mayor?” She asked her father’s eyes twitched.

  “Unfortunately, he is one of the favorites.”

  “Maybe you should think about running for office.” Rebecca suggested.

  Anthony paused, startled. “No, I mean, do you think I have a chance?”

  “You’re better than him.”

  Rebecca’s answer gave Anthony much to think about.

  The redhead herself became lost in thought. She would remain free some time longer, until some other suitor appeared. She couldn’t be happier for it.

  The next few days were calm; there were no new attacks and people spoke about the possibility of an accord being reached with the natives. It seemed life would return to normality in the colonies and Rebecca found herself breathing easier, the specter of war that loomed over their heads banishing.

  Then it all changed.

  One day, news of an attack on a farmer and his family came and suddenly all the people around Rebeca were ablaze with fury. That anger only increased when more attacks followed and things took a turn for the worse.

  People were talking about war and about teaching the savages their place.

  Rebecca hoped the settlers would keep their senses about them, think rationally before acting, but unfortunately that was not to be.

  Some younger men from one of the villages decided to take justice into their own hands and attacked the natives, which only led to more death and drew them all closer to an all-out war.

  In the midst of it all, Rebecca could only pray nothing bad would happen to her family and friends.

  Her father took a more proactive position and he armed his men, making them drill daily. Anthony didn’t like conflict and he wanted peace, but he wouldn’t be caught unprepared.

  At the same time, he tried to convince the local authorities to settle the dispute with the natives, fearing what a war would bring.

  It was a time of fear and reluctance. People didn’t leave their homes, not knowing what the day would hold in store for them, leaving fields untouched. Agriculture ground to a halt.

  Rebecca didn’t know how long the whole situation would last. She was tired of spending most of the days inside the house, reading; it reached a point she couldn’t even pick up another novel without grimacing.

  Her parent’s servants were scared and it only unsettled her more, leading her to fear someone might try to attack their home one day.

  Anthony tried to reassure Rebecca when she confessed her fears to him. Their house was safe, their people numerous and armed, they could protect them if it was needed; Rebecca had no need to be worried.

  It turned out that she did.

  The attack came one afternoon when Rebecca decided enough was enough and left the house for a bit, vising the mansion’s gardens. She lost herself amongst the roses and the tulips, two of her preferred flowers and time passed without her notice.

  Suddenly there was a loud noise and Rebecca’s heart froze in place.

  She had heard that sound hundreds of times in the past week, as her father’s men trained with their weapons, but it never sounded as urgent as in that moment. Then it repeated itself, again and again, and Rebecca knew they were under attack.

  Biting her lower lip, Rebecca hurried home.

  Once she got close her fears were realized. Her father’s servants were barricaded inside the house, trading fire with a small group of natives standing at the edge of the nearby woodland.

  Rebecca hid with her back against the wall, knowing she would be in danger if her attackers saw her. There was no way she could flee into the house while the dark-skinned men were shooting at the building.

  If the redhead hadn’t been so nervous, she would have fled the way she came and entered the mansion through the back, but Rebecca had never been in any kind of fight, she had never seen conflict first hand; so she froze and stood still, hoping it would end quickly.

  It all changed in a moment, when she heard a loud shout and turned to see one of the natives close to her position, pointing at her and calling out his friends.

  The redhead could almost imagine his thoughts; dressed as she was she could only be one of the ladies of the house, someone who would be an extremely valuable hostage.

  Rebecca didn’t waste time and turned on her feet, running with all the speed she could muster, away from the attackers and away from her home. A shout from behind only made her speed up more and she looked over her shoulder, trying to reassure herself of the distance she had gained.

  The native that had seen her followed on her trail, a couple of his friends farther away but following as well.

  In the distance, Rebecca saw a few of her father’s men moving out of the house, their weapons raised high as they shot at her pursuers. Part of her heart brightened at the sight, but she was still forced to flee with the natives on her heels.

  The redhead couldn’t say for how long she ran. Her shoes were flimsy and didn’t offer great protection to her feet, her skirts brushed against the ground and the foliage as she ran, getting dirty and ripped, especially once she entered the woods.

  Rebecca had always been very physically active; when she was a child she always played with the boys and won most of their games; as she grew up, she kept exercising.

  She rode her horse fairly often, she swan every chance she got, and even now she spent a great deal of time playing with children, running around like one of them, even with her mother complaining it was unladylike.

  Now, as she was forced to run for her life, Rebecca found herself happy for ignoring the older woman all those times. It was the only thing that allowed her to remain ahead of her pursuers.

  In her fear and desperation she lost track of time; the pain on her feet made her stop at last, hours later if the position of the sun was any indication.

  When the redhead looked down she grimaced, wondering how she moved for so long when her soles were a mess of cuts and abrasions. Removing her ripped shoes made her far more aware of the pain and Rebecca grimaced, biting her lips to stifle any possible cry.

  She might have escaped her pursuers momentarily, but they were tracking her and she wouldn’t make it easier on them.

  The redhead spent a couple of minutes relaxing, trying to ease the pressure on her feet, removing some splinters, ripping her stockings and making a bandage to cover her wounds.r />
  It didn’t take long but it didn’t help much with the pain. Once she became aware of it, Rebecca couldn’t ignore the discomfort and each step was hell.

  She forced herself to move nonetheless. The redhead feared what would happen if she was caught, so she struggled past the pain and kept going.

  The sun moved in the sky and the hours passed.

  Rebecca trembled as warmth left her body and the cold of the dusk started to seep in. She shuddered, worrying about how she would spend the night, but a shout nearby made her forget all of her fears.

  Looking over her shoulder, the redhead didn’t see anything, but obviously there was someone on her trail.

  Ignoring the pain as much as she could, Rebecca forced herself to move, breaking into a run. Her energy didn’t last and after a couple of minutes, she crashed down, hearing her pursuers getting closer.

  In the end, she laid back against a tree, too exhausted to do anything else.

  Rebecca knew she shouldn’t just give up, but she was too tired to do anything else and the pain in her feet didn’t help her think. She gave up, knowing quite well the consequences could be terrible, but she had no strength left.

  And then, out of nowhere, a hand closed over her mouth and Rebecca was dragged into a nearby bush, someone pushing her against ground, hiding her amongst the foliage.

  The redhead didn’t even struggle and simply closed her eyes, accepting her fate.

  Chapter 2

  When neither pain nor anything else came, Rebecca opened her eyes and tried to remove the hand around her mouth.

  The stranger’s grip tightened and she stopped, seeing two of her attackers appear on the distance. She held still, afraid of calling attention to their position.

  Her heartbeat increased as the men closed in on their position, Rebecca fearing they were moments away from being discovered.

  It didn’t happen.

  The natives walked near them pointing one way at first, and then another, but soon moved away and Rebecca sagged back against her rescuer. That motion let her realize whoever saved her was a woman – the pair of breasts against her back were unmistakable.