My Futa Wife Pt 04 05 End

WARNING: The following includes: Incest, Futanari on male, watersports, torture, vengeful violence, death, rape, FEM-DOM, and yeah scat again.

If any of these things are triggering, please do not continue.

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13 YEARS LATER

Melissa held my hand tightly as we watched my 20 year old Lola, get her diploma. Working at the farm Melissa had lost a lot of weight, until recently, after I put a baby inside of her. When Lola made her way back to us the 7 foot Futa hugged us both at once.

Lola graduated top of her class, 2 years early.

She handed me her diploma, and looked down at me.

"You made me a promise daddy. I expect you to hold it now that I'm graduated and an adult." She said as I read her diploma. I nodded.

"I keep my promises Lola." I handed the document back to my daughter.

"Good. Here is what I am ordering, as I am the boss now." She knelt in front to me so our faces were even. She grabbed my hand.

"Peter Logan. You were a great husband to my mother. You gave me nine sister futa's. Now that I am an adult, I have a quota to fill as well. Would you be my slave husband, quit your job, and help me fill my quota, as well as raise a family with me?" She kissed my hand.

Melissa and I had been acting as husband and wife for the last dozen years. I never freed her, cause it was illegal, but she was the one in charge of the house after I got my job at the NWS. It took about a week after Manhattan was leveled before they asked for me.

"My princess, are you asking me to marry you?" I was a little dumbfounded. She could have any man on the planet.

"The mariner told his story as the wedding bells chimed, the albatross had fallen from his neck." My daughter replied. It was not the correct verse of Samuel Taylor Coolerage, but I let it slide.

"Wait, you want me to give up my freedom?" I was dizzy.

"I'm conservative Dad. All sapiens should be naked and collared." She held a gold collar in her hand. She opened it on it's hinge. The "D" and "O" rings slid forward showing the tag on the "O" ring.

"You know I make very good money at my job." A crowd gathered around us. I could FEEL eyes waiting on the answer to her question.

"Aw, her own father. So romantic!" A female voice said. Lola leaned in close to my ear.

"We have 40 slaves. A proper crop of product that is paying for everything. Hell, the closest slave school's classes are 50% just from our farm!

You working is superfluous. Take my collar daddy, and give me futa babies. I know how much you miss mother's cock."

She looked at me softly.

"I'm wider, but I know I can make you cum so hard, you'll never look back." She smiled and pulled away from my ear. I looked at Melissa, almost asking for her permission. She could read my eyes and she nodded in a micro movement.

"I'll marry you Lola." I lowered my head and felt the heat in the back of the collar as it welded itself closed. She got from her knees and kissed me.

" I love you daddy." She was smiling. Her smile faded quickly. "Lets go to the bathroom, I need to mark you!" She pulled me away from the clapping crowd that had surrounded us. I hope no one followed us into the bathroom. I could see the video on Futatube already.

"37 year old marked by 20 year old futa daughter. Swallows the whole load."

I knelt in the stall and she pulled her robe apart. She wasn't wearing pants under it. I looked up at her with a "WTF?" look on my face.

"I knew you'd say yes." She pulled her very wide meat to my lips.

"Um Lola? That can NOT get down my throat." It was bigger around than a Blue Cow energy drink can.

"You will adapt, my high school boyfriend did." She pushed her meat into my gob. I didn't even know she had had a boyfriend. Since when are boys allowed at normal schools? I wanted to ask these questions but I had much larger problems. She did force her cock down my throat.

"Mom said you were the best, she was not a liar." Lola moaned as she gave me a short air break.

"Thanks?" I managed.

"Shh, do your job." She pushed the back of my head till my bottom lip touched her balls.

"I'm going to love feeding you!" She sighed happily.

I knew my throat was stretching obscenely as she pumped a load larger than that of her mothers. I was full instantly. I felt the high of futa semen come back hard, after not feeling it for 13 years. I looked in the mirror and saw how my pupils were dilated, and once out of the restroom, told Melissa to drive us home.

Lola and I sat in the back, as Melissa drove.

"We are going to have so much fun tonight. I want to be pregnant before our wedding, so you have to start right after my graduation dinner. As soon as we get home okay slave fiancee?" She grinned at me.

"Do you have to throw my rank out every time you address me daughter dearest." I had rolled my eyes.

"So you don't want to be called fiancee?" She smirked. I looked at her.

"I'm not going to pull punches. My mother was a soft liberal. I am not. You agreed to marry me, and I will warn you, our marriage contract will not have any bullshit clauses." My daughter grabbed my cock through my pants.

"After I hit my quota next year, you won't need this. I'll buy young men that can breed several times a day. I might keep it for a second child I suppose." She said. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or was serious.

"You said you wanted a big family?" I asked to try to verify her real position.

"I do daddy. I will marry Melissa to you as well. After she bears me a futa, you can have a couple of kids under our family name. They will be slaves to our futa daughters. They can grow up together! See? I'm not a monster." My daughter laughed.

"No clearly not." I said sarcastically.

"I will not have attitude from you! Father or not. You wear my collar, and soon my butt plug. You promised I would be the HFIC, and now I am. You will listen to me. You will follow my orders!" Lola huffed.

"My mother was way too soft on you. You need to know your place." She said softly.

"We are here!" Melissa said from the front seat. As we pulled up to the steak house.

"Enjoy the steak father." Lola grumbled.

I got out and hugged my other futa daughter from Lilly, Leann. She was a stunning 6'-8", with the same strawberry locks her mother had, but had my nose and eyes. She'd be home for summer as she was in her Junior year.

"Getting chubby Daddy!" She teased me. "Who's collar is that?" She grabbed it from my neck and read the tag.

"You are going to be enslaved to Lola? Daddy what the fuck?" She charged Lola and pushed her to the ground.

"What the fuck is going on? How could you? Our own father?" Leann hovered over Lola's body on the ground.

"Whoa baby sis, I proposed first!" Lola got back to her feet. "He accepted."

"Married to you? That is just slavery. You blissed your high school sweetie, Dale, and left him wondering around in traffic. Did you know they found him dead of exposure a week later? Or did you even care? Did you mark him already?"

"20 minutes ago. Leann relax, I won't abuse daddy." Lola dusted herself off.

"There is still time. I won't let you do to dad, what you've done to countless boys. There's a wake of dead boys behind you Lola!!" Leann screamed.

"BULL. SHIT." Lola mood changed fast.

"No! Daddy she has killed at least 4 boys that I know of. Then there's Dale, and Luke. Who she just blissed and left in the wilderness to die. She will bliss you daddy, after she beats you till you are barely conscious." She looked back at her sister. "Is that when you will have your new boy toy show up, after daddy signs the contract and you remove his balls?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked Leann.

"Dad you need to get on social media! She's been dating that idiot pop-star Lloyd Lover, and is publicly engaged to him!" Leann shouted as Lola charged at her.

"He's gay you moron! Where's your futa girlfriend Leann?" Lola closed the distance with a fist in the air.

Lola was large, but Leann was fast. Leann dodged the charging fist and kicked the back of Lola's knee send Lola to the blacktop.

"Daddy come with me!" She grabbed my hand and we ran out into a dark field behind the restaurant.

"Whe-where are we going?" I ran as fast as I could, clearly not fast enough for Leann.

"I can still mark you as mine." She said jogging while I was in a full sprint. "She will kill you daddy." She added.

Yards behind us I heard Melissa scream and then the scream was cut short.

"Melissa!" I whisper heaved.

"Knees daddy, now!" Leann shoved her cock in my mouth which was slightly smaller than her mother's. She fucked my throat fast and hard as she could. In the distance I could hear people yelling and screaming.

Just now further away, sirens.

"Daddy swallow all of it, you just make sure she doesn't get into you after I'm done, for at least a day." My daughter panted. I felt her let loose. I was now over full...and massively high again.

"Lay down. We'll hide in this tall grass till they arrest Lola." Leann whispered.

"Arrest?"

"Pretty sure she killed your slave wife just a minute ago." Leann pulled me to her chest as we lay in the deep grass.

I had close to 24 ounces of cum in my stomach, and I felt like I had eaten an entire turkey. I fell asleep on my 18 year old's soft chest.

"Dad?"

"Lilly we just went to bed. Leann can't be hungry yet!" I moaned, dreaming of when Lola was a terrible two, and Leann was a newborn.

"Dad, they took Lola to jail for 2nd degree murder. You second wife is dead." She said. I sat up.

"Melissa? Melissa! NOO!" I thought about our 4 kids. They'd be shattered.

"Dad, to keep you safe. We have to get married. We have to do it now." She helped me walk out of the field as she spoke.

"You are up for grabs. Do you really want to marry Lola, after what she has done?" She asked as we got back to the parking lot. We were a bit away from the few cops that lingered near Lola's SUV. My car was still at the school stadium's parking lot.

"I don't want to marry anyone." I said stunned and tired. My brain had short circuited. I couldn't think. Too much cum and tragedy is too short of a time.

"Is there any one from work that can protect you? A futa you like?"

"I love Lilly." I said cum drunk and stupid.

"Momma's gone. Please marry me, we can get family housing at school, and I will protect you Daddy." Leann pleaded.

"Take me home Leann. I have slaves to feed and wash. Plus I have work tomorrow." I mumbled.

"Fuck. I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean to get you so cum dumb. Okay we'll go home. But I'm staying with you in your room." She held me up and helped me walk to catch a cab to the stadium parking lot.

"Lilly you look so young tonight, like when we first fell in love!"

"Shh Daddy. Mom's close with us now. She won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Beth, I had the worst dream." I sat up, and opened my eyes.

"Master, you were saying?" Beth wiped tears from my eyes, emotionless.

"Nothing. Ready my shower." I said.

I had no idea how I got to bed. I remembered a cab and then nothing.

"Daddy?" Leann came around the corner into my bedroom. She was naked and her 13" cock was hard.

"Feed from me Daddy. It will make you feel better, and make sure you are not marked to Lola." She walked to the bedside. My mouth watered.

"Not sure this a good idea." I said lowly.

"I marked you last night dad. You belong to me now, and you need to eat."

I opened my mouth and Leann was gentle with me. She let me adjust to her size and only dove for my throat when she was close.

"You'll drown if I put it all in your mouth, but I will let you have a taste daddy." She cooed as my stomach filled yet again. She pulled out a bit as the last two shot were over my tongue.

"Thank you Leann." I said as I stumbled out of bed to the shower.

"I'll join you." My daughter followed me as I dismissed Beth.

She got on her knees while in the shower and began eating my ass, like her mother used to. She made love to it with her tongue, making me melt.

"I wanna fuck you daddy." She said, without waiting for confirmation I felt my daughter slide deep into my guts. Re straightening what had healed and relaxed over 13 years. So it hurt, as she rearranged my colon for her personal use. Yet I could feel my limp cock squirting over the course of 4 massive orgasms. They seemed to be tied together, and I was completely drained by the time I felt her balls empty into my cavity.

I slid down to the floor of the shower, letting her cum drain from me. Leann had the perfect cock. Not as big as her mother, so it wasn't as painful. Yet big enough to wail my prostate till my legs went weak.

Leann turned off the shower and toweled off. I heard the doorbell, as Leann walked out leaving me on the floor.

Rude.

I slowly got out of the shower crawling.

I could hear Leann and another female voice downstairs. They sounded excited. I listened as hard as I could as I crawled to my bedroom to find clothes.

"It worked?" The unnamed voice asked.

"Perfectly! Lola is fucked!" Leann's voice.

"It was hard to bring that sap"

"SHH!"

"Sorry."

They went quiet.

I got dressed and went downstairs to drive to work. I saw Leann and another futa girl, who was only 6'-5", yet rather pretty, and a touch husky, standing together.

"Dad, this is my girlfriend Heather, Heather, Peter Logan, my fiancee, and daddy." Leann said. I shook the young woman's hand.

"Oh you are dating a futa?" I asked with a smile.

"I'm bi daddy. You'd remember that if you hadn't always been paying attention to Lola. I like futa pussy and man ass."

"So Heather are you going to marry in with us? A triad?" I asked actually curious. Leann was right, I knew almost nothing about her because of the fact I HAD doted on Lola. I felt so guilty as I stood there.

"Mr Logan, we haven't gotten that far, as this whole getting married to you thing just happened." The soft spoken futa girl said. I had to appreciate her beauty. She had raven black hair that was thick and curly. Her face and hair said that she was most likely Greek, or Italian. I couldn't blame my daughter at all.

"Dad. When ever you are done drooling over my girlfriend could you please tell me where you think you are going?" Leann brought me back to the moment.

"Work Leann."

"No you are not. Lola could be bailed out at any moment, and I'm not letting her get her murderous hands on my only living parent!" Leann stomped her foot. "Heather is here to help keep security, and I have all of the slaves in the dorms. No breeding today." Leann stated matter-of-factually.

"In fact Lola had one good idea. She wanted you to quit and be a house husband again. I agree with that." Leann crossed her arms in front of her. "But MY house husband."

"I appreciate all of that, but I am still a free man. So dear. I am going to work. There is a massive low pressure front about to hit the mid-west, and I have to watch the satellites for tornadoes." I said as I reached for the front door.

"Damn you daddy. I really didn't want to do this." I heard and felt something hard hit the back of my neck, at the base of my skull.

I woke naked, with a screaming headache and a chill. I was in a densely forested area. I knew from the moss that I was still in the Pacific Northwest. I quickly started a small fire to warm up to as I left to look for a water source. I found one 90 yards away. A small clear running creek. I moved the fire to that spot and began building a shelter. A lean-to would do for now.

Once I was warmed up again, I gathered wood. Then gathered more wood, then during the last of the light, gathered more wood. Without clothing, I'd need a warm fire all night. Leann's words haunted me.

"No! Daddy she has killed at least 4 boys that I know of. Then there's Dale, and Luke. Who she just blissed and left in the wilderness to die. She will bliss you daddy, after she beats you till you are barely conscious."

Leann had hit me. Now I was in the wilderness left to die.

Lola knew I had survival training, Leann didn't. I taught Lola, Leann hated camping, and never went with us. She chose to stay home.

When we got home, a slave would be severely beaten or dead with no explanation. I chalked it up to us not being there, and Melissa being overwhelmed. But now I knew. Lola might be conservative, but Leann was trying to kill me.

I needed to find a certain type of rock in the morning I could chisel into a point, or blade. Obsidian would be best. I fell asleep warm under my blanket of leaves and woven grass.

Everyday I moved my camp further down the stream. I knew if I followed that water I'd come to a town at some point. It had been a week, and I gathered I had moved about 25 miles. I had come over a small hill that the stream had cut through, and as I was building my fire. I noticed light pollution on the horizon.

It was reflecting off rain clouds.

I needed to get a shelter up quickly. I wrapped the deer hide around my core and laid down under a pine, that protected my small fire. I kept my stone spear and knife close.

LOLA

My little fucking sister! It only took a week to prove that all of those deaths were her doing. When I was released, I found out my Daddy was missing!

Leann was in jail, and not talking, well, only to her lawyer. So she did have one brain cell left. I hired a helicopter firm to start searching the woods around town. The cops could give no fucks about a 37 year old man that was a widower.

I knew daddy would be near a water source, and would have a fire, even when it rained.

Yet she left him out there naked with no knife. Two weeks. Could he still be alive? It was in the 40's at night. I needed to focus.

I needed to prove that Heather killed daddy's slave wife. But there was no witnesses other than me, and she wore gloves when she broke Melissa's neck.

I loved Melissa. She was a second mom. She was going to be married with us. I was going to let her newest kids grow up with mine and daddy's. "No mom, no Melissa! Daddy? Daddy what do I do?" I yelled in the living room.

Beth jumped a bit.

My phone rang.

"Ms. Logan?"

"Yes?"

"This is Kelly Fields from Acme Helicopter Service. We found your father, and just admitted him to Good Samaritan hospital."

PETER

I felt just fine, other than being hungry. But the doctor insisted I stay for "observation". They asked if I had any family to contact. All I could think of was Beth. I had eight other futa daughters, but they were thrown into the private school system, and barely knew who I was. No Melissa. No Lilly. Leann betrayed me, and I wasn't sure I could trust Lola.

I asked for Beth.

The doctor explained that I was malnourished, but well hydrated, and had no signs of exposure. I grinned proudly. I passed the 'Survivor Futa' test. Kelsie Strong would be proud of me.

She asked me if I had any questions.

I did.

"Is there anyway to undo the damage that blissing does to the mind?" I asked.

"Not my field of expertise. However, I know someone that is well versed on what blissing does. I 'll have her come visit you. As you are a free man, you are allowed to know." She smiled at me, winked and left.

"I think that futa doc has a crush on me." I said to myself as I peeled an orange.

"Mister Logan!" A brash voice pulled me away from the article I was reading.

"Um..Doctor?"

"Paulson, Janelle Paulson. Hormone specialist, so you can understand." The large futa with bright red hair said.

"I'm not blissed. I know what hormones do, and where they come from. What I want to know is if bliss on a mind is reversible." I asked a little miffed that this doctor thought all men were stupid.