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NOTE:
This story takes place a year after the events in " My Futa Girlfriend." The Futanari counsel have enacted their plans to take over the government, and won. It is not necessary to read "My Futa Girlfriend" However it will make a bit more sense how the past unfolded. Please forgive the medical nonsense, but it is in the lore of Futanari, that their semen is addictive, and medical miracles are rampant!
WARNING: This will have scenes of Non-Consent. Futa on Male, Futa on female, male on Futa, pregnancy, incest, enslavement, mind control, water sports, violence, murder, and scat. Please do not read further if any of this is disturbing to you.
MY FUTA WIFE
One Year Ago
CNS NEWS
"The FDA, USDA, and the CDC is warning all citizens to NOT drink from any commercial water bottle, soda, beer, bottled teas, and the like. If it is in a bottle bought from the store, it is most likely infested with futa semen. Futa semen, when ingested, will cause Homo Sapiens to seek out the closest Futa and submit to them.
From reports the effects has less potency in women, however, with enough consumed it will begin to affect women as well. Again, The FDA, USDA, and the CDC...."
ANS NEWS
(TODAY)
"The new president Ms. Juanita Wall, has decreed, that all marriages will be triad marriages. If a Futa is not selected by the couple, one will be supplied to visit the couple at least weekly. President Wall informed men that they must breed their Futa, and their wives must be inseminated by the Futa, to make sure the first two children are Futa births.
This upset the 700,000 futa, nation wide, as most are not attracted to women.
We will continue to follow this story as it develops."
"Does your new Futa girlfriend or wife forget to lube you up before she makes love to your tight little boi hole? Be prepared with a tube of Super Glide! Super Glide is made from the semen of men, so it's all natural! Only the finest and cleanest of male slaves are selected to be milked for this special resource! The slaves love their new job as cum cows! Look at these happy men as they are milked!!!"
I could easily just take Beth into the forest and build a log cabin. Live off the land, and get away from this madness. I knew survival techniques, and could live almost anywhere on the planet but for the Sahara, and the Arctic. Yet, Beth had her job which was important to her, and she didn't fight change. So I listened to her, and we stayed.
I turned off the TV.
Everyday it was getting worse, and we were to be assigned a futa wife any day. Beth and I had only been married for 3 months. Thankfully Beth was knocked up by the time the futa government was put into power. I would not be cuckolded by some freak of nature.
"Honey I boiled the water before I put it in the coffee maker in case they got to the water supply. I have to get to work. I hope you have a good day Pete! I love you!" Beth said as she left.
"Love you too!" I called back.
I didn't have a job. I was fired the day the new government was put in place. 12 years studying meteorology, and the TV station I worked for as a weatherman, dropped me for a futa with 4 years of study. Women and some men were now the lowest of creatures. Even my research about climate changes was being rejected by scientific journals.
I turned on the TV in the kitchen and began cleaning. If I was to be a house husband, I may as well be useful. I was listening as I washed the dishes from the night before.
"In further news the 13th Amendment has been repealed, so that all who are born female are to be the property of their futa, until such time that they are sold or married to a futa. I repeat, females by birth, are now property."
The scene cuts to a large futa Senator on the floor of the House.
"Men and women are to be kept naked, in chastity, and branded by their owner once sold or married at the age of 18. If you are married to a man, that man now belongs to the futa you choose to marry into your household." - Senator Clarice Clydesdale (Futa Party - WI)
The male news anchor is back on camera and is pulling at his tie in fear.
"Some 200 years ago..." The anchor continues, "...women were given the right to vote, and now the tables have turned on the sapiens of this once great nation."
I changed the channel to a daytime talk show. Five women on the panel were arguing. It was called "The Great Debate".
"Pfft who needs a five inch, six inch dick, or the male that comes with it? I'll take a futa wife any day!"
"You do know Skye, that futa prefer men over women, and are very aggressive in bed right?"
"Karen, are you so afraid of a big dick, or is it the massive tits the futa have you are jealous of? Skye fired back.
"Skye has gone deaf" Karen laughed, getting the studio audience to laugh.
"Surely they have to be tri-sexual? Right?" Skye looked at the other four women.
"No." The eldest one began. She had been a former stand-up comic, who happened to be lesbian. "They don't, and Karen is right. We need our mates, men, women or other wise. It's unfair, that new couples have to have a futa child first before they can start their real families."
The quiet black woman at the end was stewing watching them bicker about weddings. I recognized the woman, she had been a movie star, and politician. She looked as if she were about to explode. She interrupted.
"HELLO! They legalized SLAVERY you fucking CUNTS!" The woman threw her notes into the air and walked off stage.
"Yeah, but we are the bosses, right?" Skye said softly.
"No, we are not. The futa are. We are once again lower then men" Karen reminded. It cut to commercial. I turned off this TV to and set to mopping the floor.
Later in the afternoon, the door bell rang. I was rolling out dough to make crescent rolls to go with the steak and twice baked potatoes. I quickly washed my hands and answered the door. I looked out the window on the side of the door to see a 7 foot, pale as moon light, futa. Her bright red hair framed her face well and although attractive, her size was intimidating.
I felt my stomach drop as I unlocked the door.
(Was this it? The one that I'd have to be married to?) I thought as I swung the door open. She smiled brightly as she looked down at me.
"Is this the home of Peter and Beth Wright?" She asked chipper.