Ultimate Survivor: a Cmsix Tribute
Copyright© 2025 by FantasyLover
Chapter 6
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 6 - As the title suggests, this story is a tribute to cmsix, one of my favorite authors, may he rest in peace. I realize that he only completed 19 stories of the 57 he started, but they are always good for making me smile. The plot is simple: Modern guy dies and ends up in a made-for-TV contest on a planet equivalent to Earth 40,000 years ago. Don't bother reading it if you're looking for a lot of emotional drama. This story is simply for your entertainment.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Polygamy/Polyamory
DAY 72
Today, I backtracked about a fifteen-minute ride the way we went to Chief Harith’s village to check out something I thought I saw a week ago. The second I got close enough to verify what I’d seen, I had to laugh. Covering several acres were hundreds of fruit trees, including fig, apple, plum, apricot, peach, pear, and olive. There were at least twenty-five mature trees for each fruit growing in neat blocks five trees by five trees, as well as over a hundred saplings that we could dig up and transplant if I wanted this winter, so they were closer to the cave. I’d have to think about that. There were easily more than a thousand mature olive trees, and even more saplings.
I smiled, anticipating a lot of dried fruit in our diet in the future, and a lot of time spent drying fruit each summer and autumn. And I’d have to figure out how to crush thousands of olives to make olive oil.
Once again, my wives were more amorous than usual tonight, anticipating becoming pregnant. I was of two minds about the issue. While I was excited, I was also worried given the state of medical care at this time.
DAY 73
This morning, Zurai, Feshe, Thila, Ayoki, Ifia, and Lesedi chose the five mates who would be trained to use guns. Estu, Jopi, Zenna, Yejid, and Iezu were chosen. We quickly attracted a crowd who watched. Eventually, everyone except one man from among those who had been kept safe by the Spirits drifted away to continue their work. The guy set my Spidey senses to tingling in warning. We’d just finished practicing with the pistols when he shoved Iezu and grabbed her pistol. Holding it the proper way, he aimed it at me and tried to make it operate.
Unfortunately for him, he missed my earlier quiet explanation to the girls that I had to touch the gun at the same time they did the first time to authorize them to use it. Once I authorized them to use one gun, they would be able to use any of the guns ... pistols or rifles.
I didn’t even use my own pistol. Instead, I quickly stepped over to him and hit him in the sternum with a heel-of-the-hand strike. When he doubled over, I grabbed his head and twisted.
“Dumb asshole,” I growled as I let his body drop. From what I understood, he would still be conscious and able to hear me for several seconds after his heart stopped.
The girls were gawking at me, so I just grinned at them.
“I am a highly trained fighter,” I explained to them.
“You moved so fast that I almost didn’t see what you did to him,” Jopi said.
After a short break so they could calm down, we started training with the rifles. Normally, they’d only carry one gun, but I wanted them trained with both.
By dinnertime, they were proficient enough with both a pistol and rifle. They wouldn’t win any awards for marksmanship, but could hit a man-sized target or a large animal.
DAY 74
Seeing things getting back to normal today, I started working on an atlatl again. One group of women headed out to get more salt, both for our use and for trading. Two of my wives went along as guards. Other women were busy transforming clay into bowls, spoons, cups, and ladles for our new arrivals to use. A third group was cutting rawhide into long strips for the group braiding them into more lariats. One group headed out to gather plants, and one group was busy cutting out pieces of leather for new saddles while another was making saddles.
Realizing that we needed both more saddles and more horses, I started a group of men making more saddle trees and two women making hoof glue from all the hooves and horns we’d saved from deer, aurochs, and khitæ.
DAY 75
Saddle making continued today and would probably continue for the near future, and maybe even all winter.
I took Feshe, Ayoki, Estu, and Jopi with me to hunt today, although I had an ulterior motive; I wanted to see if there were any new horses in the box canyon where we’d captured our first ones.
When we arrived, I immediately saw a herd of horses near the back of the canyon, and these looked like this planet’s native horses, not ones supplied by the Spirits. While they were slightly smaller than what we currently had, they were large enough to be ridden and to pull a travois or plow. They weren’t quarterhorses, so they had a stronger front body and could pull plows. I sent Ayoki and Estu back to get more help. I wanted three more wives who could use the guns and twenty more adults, half men, and half women.
While they headed back, I rode into the valley with Feshe and Jopi, closing the gate in the fence behind us to block off the back of the valley. With the wild horses moving around as much as they were I could only estimate how many there were, and the estimate was at least forty! Of course, some of those were foals and yearlings, but there were a least twenty mature horses.
I was grateful that the training facilities we’d built were still in good condition as it should cut a couple of days off the time it took to train these horses.
By sundown, the rest of the people I wanted were here, a temporary camp was established, we’d hazed the first group of horses into the capture pen, and I had four tied off to snubbing posts.
DAY 95
Twenty days later
Finished! And I’m not only talking about having the horses saddle broken. I’ve had the people rotating between here and the cave so that everyone got some training with the horses. In addition to the horses being trained, ten men and two women have learned how to do everything from roping a horse in the capture pen through saddle training them. The twenty-six adult horses we just captured and trained will all accept a saddle and rider, as well as pull a travois. And everyone considered an adult is now able to ride a horse, with or without it pulling a travois.
When we took the herd back to the cave, we had eleven of the yearlings roped and being led, and nine of the foals simply followed the rest of the herd right into the new horse pasture I’d had fenced in while we were training the horses. I wasn’t about to put two lead stallions in the same pasture. I planned to eventually put the fillies, foals, and yearlings from the second herd into the corral with the first herd so the first stallion would breed them when they were older. The young males would be gelded unless one of them exhibited some excellent physical characteristics I wanted him to pass along to our herd. If that was the case, he’d get his own pasture until he was old enough.
The last three weeks, I’d been the highest-scoring contestant twice, and the fan favorite all three times. The highest-scoring contestant rules had never been explained, so I had no idea if it was just the highest score for that week or if it was a cumulative total since the beginning of the contest.
And I hadn’t seen any of the gifts that usually accompanied winning the awards except one, a beautiful and sturdily built olive press.
Still, the new people were all excited about being able to ride a horse, and about how much work the horses did pulling heavily loaded travois. And there’d been other changes, too. Our dairy herd had increased to ten. I’d have to keep an eye on how much milk we used each week for such a large group. I also wanted enough cream to make butter, and I hoped to begin making cheese in the near future.
The smokehouses were still full, and we were building four more. Two had thin sliced meat for trail food or to be eaten when the hunting slowed down during the winter.
While nothing new had been planted, more fields were still being plowed and fenced in preparation for planting next spring.
DAY 96
I wasn’t sure if I was getting another urge like the one for the last group of raiders or if it was for something else, like maybe finding one of the delayed rewards. Since the urge seemed to come from the southwest, south of Chief Bakaro’s camp, I decided to be ready for anything and took the same group of wives that had gone with me when we ran into the raiders in the west.
We hadn’t even been in the saddle half an hour when we reached a huge, planted field of at least 10 acres. While the size was impressive, the perfectly straight planted rows and blocks of crops were almost as impressive as the variety of crops being grown. After riding around the field, I’d seen three types of winter squash, two types of summer squash, tomatoes, bell peppers, beets, turnips, cabbage, green beans, peas, carrots, radishes, garlic, onions, potatoes, sweet potatoes, an acre of corn, and half an acre each of cantaloupe and watermelons.
I’d also discovered the MOST surprising thing about the field. There wasn’t a single bird, rabbit, deer, gopher, or any other animal using the field as their personal feedlot! Neither were there any footprints from any animals in the fields.
We spent the rest of the afternoon picking tomatoes, bell peppers, green beans, peas, cabbage, carrots, and two types of summer squash that I knew as zucchini and pattypan. Our travois were almost overloaded when we headed home from this prize. And what a prize! Yeah, I could name more than a dozen different veggies that weren’t here but that we’d grown in our family’s garden, but I sure as hell wasn’t about to complain. As I walked through the fields, I noticed that the soil was damp, but not muddy.
Yeah, I had a hell of a time explaining what everything was. Half of what we harvested was eaten that night as everyone tried each of the new foods. They were even more excited when I told them this wasn’t even half of the different foods, but the other types weren’t ripe yet.
After arriving home, Zurai showed me something new. While I’d been gone today, a new cave had appeared behind the barn cave and one corner of it been transformed into a woodworker’s paradise. Eight heavy workbenches lined part of a wall with a large metal tool chest between each pair of benches. The tool chests were about five feet tall and three feet wide. Each was filled with different woodworking hand tools. Inside the bottom of each drawer was a picture of which tool went there, and each tool chest seemed dedicated to a different type of tools. One entire chest was filled with orderly rows of every type of drill bit imaginable in use in modern times. There were more chisels, planes, and other tools.
In fact, it looked as if someone had raided a 1900s woodworking shop that had a dozen employees and had taken every tool in it. There were several that I’d never seen before. The wall behind the workbenches was covered with larger hand tools like saws, brace and bits, draw knives, squares, clamps, and many others. Each workbench had both a heavy-duty metal vise and a wooden vise. I felt a surge of excitement when I found the thick book about woodworking techniques.
I laughed when I noticed that everything was in standard measurements, even the tape measures, of which we had eight-foot, twenty-five-foot, 100-foot, and even two that were 500 feet.
In addition, everything NOT related to livestock was now in an adjoining storage cave.
DAY 97
We tried again to find the villages west of us and south of Chief Bakaro’s camp. Ayoki and Ifia knew there were at least two, but had never been to them. When we passed the huge garden area, I noted that it had just been watered last night. And I still didn’t see a single animal looking for a free meal!
Just before lunch, we spotted another village and cautiously rode into camp. I dismounted just as we got there so I didn’t look so intimidating.
Chief Enati and his shaman greeted me, seemingly aware of who I was. He explained that they’d heard about the man sent by the Spirits and that I rode windrunners.
They had more oats they were willing to trade, and we left the women to do the trading.
We spent the night and got directions to the camp to their south the next morning.
DAY 98
We reached the next camp to the south by mid-morning. Chief Zochi and his shaman and chief advisor greeted us. They didn’t have any grains but traded us dried fruits and vegetables for the flint weapons and ceramics. When I asked about villages farther to the south, he told me that there had been two more villages, but they’d been attacked by the raiders who lived along the coast before I eliminated them. The survivors from those two camps had joined his camp. Those attacks were why his village had a palisade around the camp with a thick hedge of thorn bushes planted outside the palisade.
We made it home in time for a late dinner. On the way, I’d gone by the field of wild wheat I’d seen. The heads weren’t quite ready to harvest, but I guessed they would be dry enough within a week. Who’d have thought that something I learned working on our family farm as a kid would be so important?
DAY 99
I heaved a sigh of relief this morning when I didn’t hear the first three notes of Taps upon waking. That meant I was still an active contestant. I also knew that I’d won both the highest-scoring contestant award and the audience favorite. I didn’t feel that the gifts were waiting for me just yet.
Two more weeks to go before the end of the contest.
I spent the day reviewing everything since I’d been away a lot the last few days. Even though I had several people making saddles, we still had a long way to go before we had saddles for every horse. And we still needed more horses. Everything else was going well.
Reviewing my mental list of the things I still wanted to accomplish, I discounted harvesting our crops since they weren’t ripe yet. Making some sort of press for when we started making cheese seemed to be something to do this winter, along with making more butter churns.
Taking the promised horses to chiefs Yala and Enito could be put off until oats and wheat had been harvested so we could trade for more. That left two building projects to choose from: building a wooden beehive or making wheels and a cart similar to old, two-wheeled Spanish oxcarts.
Wooden wheels made like those on old pioneer covered wagons were far beyond my ability. First, I had no idea how they formed and then fit together the parts that made the wooden rim of the wheels. More importantly, we had no way to make the iron rims, and mining, smelting, and working iron was going to take me LOTS of trial and error. And that wouldn’t even start until we actually found iron! Anybody out there know what raw iron ore looks like?
No, the wheels I hoped to make would be simple circles of wood. And no, I didn’t think I could cut slices off round tree trunks and use them. The wheels for what I call Mexican oxcarts were made with wood planks. The reason I call them Mexican oxcarts is that the one I saw in a museum was labeled “Mexican oxcart,” and was from the early 1800s.
The planks for the wheel were strengthened by attaching additional planks on the back that were perpendicular to the front planks. I’d seen two types of wheels, one with two perpendicular planks on the back and the other with a complete second circle attached perpendicular to the back.
I used keyhole drill bits to make plugs from six-inch thick dried oak planks, all while wishing that I had pencils and paper to help design my wagon and wheels.
The bed of the cart was simple to design mentally. It was the wheels, axle, a way to attach the axle, and a way to attach the wheels that was going to give me a case of brain strain.
I started my wheel making using some wood that had been cut into boards weeks ago. Using both one-inch-thick and four-inch-thick boards, which would give me five-inch thick wheels, I laid them out in a forty-eight-inch square, using four, nine-inch wide boards with one twelve-inch-wide board in the middle. After carefully measuring, I drilled three holes in both the top and bottom of all but two of the four-bys. After gluing pegs into one edge, I put glue on the exposed ends of the pegs, as well as on both boards that would be touching, and hammered them together. Glued and hammered together, I clamped them tightly using some of the new adjustable pipe clamps for woodworking that I’d received a few days ago.
Those are similar to a vise, but the two ends are adjustable along a length of one-inch galvanized pipe. I used six-foot pipes. Then, I glued two, one-by-twelves perpendicular to the boards in the square and used four shorter clamps to hold them in place. While I was working on the first wheel, six of the men who enjoyed working with wood joined me and mimicked what I was doing after stopping to marvel at the new workbenches and hand tools. After finishing all six wheels, which were still square, we left them so the glue could dry and continued cutting more six-inch long dowels.
I had to draw a diagram of what I intended to do by using a stick in the dirt, showing that I intended to cut down the squares to make them round.
DAY 100
I had decided to make first two carts six feet wide and ten feet long, intending to use them to carry light loads like straw and dried grass. The next two would only be six feet long, meant to carry heavier loads like rocks or baskets of grain.
Having decided that, I spent today making eight oak axles by sawing two likely oak trees in quarters and then using a spokeshave on both ends to round off eight, nine-inch-by-nine-inch pieces of eight-foot oak. After helping to drag two trees we previously cut down, the woodworkers helped me saw them to the correct length and then to the right thickness. Once they figured out what I was doing to the ends, they jumped in to help. They felt bad when they ruined two of the axles, but I reminded them that we only needed four and had cut eight.
I kept thinking about how much animal fat we were going to need to keep the wheels and axles lubricated, animal fat that we currently used to make soap, candles, and pemmican.
DAY 101
More wheel work today. Using a thin strip of rawhide, I pinned it to the center of one wheel and scratched a forty-six-inch circle into the wood, followed by an eight-inch circle. I helped my “helpers” scratch the same two circles on their wheels and we spent a couple hours carefully cutting off the excess wood.
The eight-inch holes were actually harder to cut. We drilled a hole adjacent to the inside of the line and then used a keyhole saw to make the cut.
Oh, how I missed sandpaper! We had to use files meant for woodworking to smooth out the rough edges, both the inside cut and the outside cut.
While the work hadn’t been physically difficult, I was exhausted mentally from having to be so accurate.
Rather than taxing my brain further, I spent the rest of the day starting to build the body for the wagon.
DAY 102
I hadn’t been looking forward to today, trying to mount the axle on the wagon and then mounting the wheels on the axle. And I still wasn’t happy with any of my ideas for a hub to hold the wheels on the axle. How in the hell had less technologically advanced people come up with a way to do it?
My day suddenly took a turn for the better when I reached where we were making the wagons. I could tell from several feet away that the six axles were new because the ones we made were now piled together several feet away. While the new axles appeared to be made from wood, I could tell when I touched one that they were made from some sort of composite.