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The woman’s cock pushed on my prostate as my tiny clitty hung limp and drooling. She owned me in every possible way now. Her strong hands gripping my girlish hips, helping her balance each of her thrusts. She had her right foot, high heel and all, stretched over my ass and shoulders, pressing my head into the mattress.
“Thank you, Mistress,” I moaned as she hammered my ass.
I looked back to her, drenched in sweat, her hair matted to her face. Through her thick, a satisfied grin spread on her luscious lips. That made me smile, on the inside. I was too busy moaning like a slut to smile. I can’t imagine my life without her guidance. Her leadership. Her dominance.
Just a few months ago I was all on my own, living in deep sin, not worshiping her thick cock.
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My name is Jack, and I, like many other males living on America’s east coast, am still getting used to the new FutAmerica. I used to go to college to become an English professor. But that was out the window, like the rest of my life. My school department was erased under our new rulers, and the new schooling was completely free, although, it wasn’t the same classes anymore. My new classes were all about sissy training.
As I walked the street, my car having been repossessed by the new government, from my new apartment, generously provided by the new government, to my new classes, I noticed the streets were full of Futanari. It was the first time I’d seen so many.
The invasion was short as it was nothing but a farce. They could have won in a military fight, that I’m sure of. But they had been much smarter than that. Instead, they had infiltrated our government at every level. Many figured that they were actually running the US for at least three years. That was just a crazy conspiracy theory when people were talking about it, but now it was a reality. Everything had been changed from the top down. President, governor, mayor, police. None of those titles existed anymore. Empress, baroness, countess and imperial enforcers were the titles we had to use now.
The enforcers were walking the streets in patrols, at least two on every corner. All enforcers were at least six-foot-five with muscles large enough to rip me in half. That was a silver lining about the empire, crime was nearly zero. As I passed an alley way I noticed another male, probably around my age, getting raped by a couple futa. A stark reminder that male rapes were up nearly 5000%, but that didn’t affect crime statistics since male rape, single-male rape, that is, is not illegal. Raping a claimed-male was illegal, punishable by enslavement, but raping a single-male, that was looked at almost as a sport or hobby.
I almost stopped in my tracks seeing the blond male with a cock as thick as my arm in his ass and down his throat. The redhead’s cock as shining with slobber as she pumped his throat. The woman behind him was a bit bigger than the redhead, and with her black mohawk and her taunt muscles dictating the group’s rhythm, she was definitely in charge. The male’s hands were tied behind his back with what I guessed to be his own torn underwear. Even being raped, he was still licking the redhead’s ball sack each time it came to his chin. That wasn’t a surprise. Most males wouldn’t make it longer than two or three minutes before they were moaning like sluts and spreading their ass cheeks like the guy in the ally was doing. Even with his hands tide, he was still gripping his ass as best he could to open the path for the futa. His dick was limp and flopping as the two women abused him. Even his little pecker was bigger than mine.
Realizing I was probably better bait than he was brought me to my senses and I moved on.
This was my first time out in nearly two weeks. Until today, I’d only met three futa. The two enforcers who came to my house to take me to my new apartment were the first. Even being twenty, I was still living with my parents before things had gone topsy-turvy. Angela, the lead enforcer assigned to my case, had come to our house and given me orders to pack everything I could into a small box. I had only filled it about half way before she came in telling me my time was up. I still haven’t spoken with my parents since then.
All married couples were given to a futa as house slaves, men were fuck toys and women were baby-makers. Mom had me at a young age, so she was still able to have babies under normal circumstances, but the futa had some new medicines that extended women’s fertility into their late fifties.
The other futa I’d met was my new landlord, she wanted us to call her Momma so I didn’t even know her real name. A younger sister to a countess apparently, she was given an apartment complex as her own little queendom.
Momma was nice, or at least she seemed like it both times I’d been in a room with her. She was in charge of making sure our rooms were clean and we had good food delivered to us. Another silver lining of all of this, it seems like the Futa Empire is basically a utopia. Our needed food was free, meaning that I had a well-stocked refrigerator and pantry, enough food to feed me four meals a day for a full week. Anything I might want in excess of that was up to me to pay for. How I was going to make any money was still a mystery to me, but that’s what Momma had said. I also had a roof over my head for free, I was going to get an education for free, and I was free to enjoy life outside of my time in school. Sure, the roof over my head was chosen for me, the education was also dictated, and I still wasn’t even sure what the education was. And my freedom to enjoy life came with the risk of being raped and subjugated to being an cum depository, so maybe that was one of the dimmer sliver linings.
Still, even after only two months, the changes to the city were drastic. Cars were only used for official purposes, meaning you were on business for a countess or something higher. No cars meant far less pollution, and the streets were narrowed to make room for larger sidewalks. And the sidewalks were busy. It reminded me of my university campus before all this shit went down, plenty of people but not shoulder to shoulder crowds. Enough to slip by unseen, though. And with my hoodie and sweat pants, I passed off as a girl just fine.
Single females were also given special privileges in the empire like males, but more of them. They had actual jobs they could request. They were also considered potential partners. Futa never married a male, but they might marry a female. Girls were often playing the thin line between slutty and smart. Half of my apartment complex was for single women, and that half of the apartments was going 24/7. Women in, women out. Girl moves in on Monday, moves out with her new Futa wife on Wednesday. Parties, hangouts, all sorts of shit. Made me glad I was lucky enough to be roomed on as far away as I possibly could be.
As I passed by the cafés leading up to the school, I picked up my pace to make it though the sea of women without getting caught by any of them. I noticed a barrista down on his knees under a table getting some froth from a muscled futa. Seeing how jacked she was made me so curious about the futa. I’d seen pleanty of pictures of them, and on my walk I’d now seen dozens, but I just couldn’t wrap my mind around how they could be so varied. Before futa, the closest thing to them was the mythological Amazons. Those women were always presented as Greek women around six-feet tall and comprised of lean muscles, like Wonder Woman. But Futa were much like women of the real world, where they had all sorts of shapes and skin tones. The muscled futa having her cock milked while she drank a coffee had ebony skin stretched over seven-feet of tight muscle that would make a young Arnold Schwarzenegger jealous. The woman sitting across from her looked like a six-foot-five Merida from Brave, and a woman sitting at another table looked like Sylvia with a few light rolls around her middle and a huge fat ass. But that didn’t make them any less powerful. Well, at least not when it came to me. At a certain point, more muscles are not going to make things any easier. When Angela had left me with Momma, she pinned me to the ground pressing her foot long up against by butt as part of her ‘Getting-to-know-you’ introduction. Momma could rip me in half if she wanted to, and she was by no means the strongest futa. I was pretty sure any futa could overpower me in her sleep.
I finally made it to my school campus about twenty minutes before my first class started. Momma only gave me a paper with the room number. If I remember correctly, that class, used to be a science class. After getting a little turned around, I walked it to the class with just a couple minutes to spare. The woman teaching the class was standing at the front of the room behind a podium. The room only had ten desks and nine were full. The last one was right up front.
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