AN: Again, this story is mostly Futa on male. It contains Futa on Female, but mostly its about Futa on male. That's a particular fetish not everyone has. If you don't have it, I recommend the back button. Ok, on with the story.

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Jacob Abrams was born in Paras, capital of Frankia, one of the largest allied nations. His father, a carpenter, had served in the first Great War, meeting the forces of the Vemar Empire on the battlefield. The war had devastated both sides, but ultimately the allied forces had been victorious and the Vemar Empire had been disbanded. Jacob's father had seldom spoken of the conflict.

Jacob grew up in the period between the wars. After five years of destruction and bloodshed on an unprecedented scale, society swiftly recovered. Vemar was no longer a threat, and prosperity was theme of the decade. The old wooden buildings that had lined Paras's streets for centuries were gradually being replaced by concrete and brick. Even so, there was plenty of work for a carpenter, and so Jacob learned his trade as his father's assistant.

He met Rebecca when they were both ten years old. Her father was a manager at a cement factory near the edge of the city, which was also near where Jacob's family lived. She was like quicksilver, always flitting from place to place. He envied her, since he always had to spend most of his time helping his father with work. In any case, he soon began to spend nearly all his free time with her. She matured faster than he did. One day when they were twelve, Rebecca suddenly twined her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. At that point in his life, he had never even thought of kissing her before. As her tongue entered his mouth he felt his heart start to pound. Later, when he remembered that first kiss he supposed that he had always been in love with her, but he just hadn't realized it until that day. At the time, he had mostly been confused.

Matters between men and women were becoming increasingly confusing in those times, and not just for Jacob and Rebecca. The Female Apotheosis Party, or FAP, was gaining considerable prominence. Although the party wasn't as dominant in Frankia as it was in the new Vemar Republic, FAP still made a massive impact on society. The FAP's adherents blamed the devastation of the Great War on male pride, greed and sexual inadequacy, and demanded a complete restructuring of society. Marriage, they claimed, was horribly oppressive to women. He had once read one of their pamphlets. "The expectation that a man be allowed to monopolize a woman's body for his own use is outrageous and entitled," it said. "The human female has the unalienable right to seek the best genetic material for her offspring, and the responsibility of supporting those offspring should fall upon men as a whole, regardless of the identity of the child's sire." He asked Rebecca what she thought of all this. She had agreed that women were morally superior to men, but she also insisted that she wanted to get married. "Shopping around for 'superior genetic material' doesn't sound very romantic," she said. "I'd rather just have your babies instead."

The rise of the Futareich and the beginning of the Second Great War shocked the people of Frankia. Sure, they had all been aware of the existence of the Futanari, artificial women with male sexual organs that the FAP in the Vemar republic had developed. They had heard rumors about just how aggressive and potent the Futanari were, though most considered such tales to be exaggerated. No one had ever imagined that these unnatural creatures would actually seize control of Vemar and create their own government. The newly-formed Futareich immediately declared its hostile intentions toward its neighbors, demanding their immediate surrender. Frankia responded by mobilizing her troops. Jacob was 17 when the war began. He knew if the conflict dragged on, he too would have to fight. Though he had no great desire to go to war, he was determined to do his duty when the time came.

A significant portion of Frankian women seemed disturbingly pro-Futa. They gathered in universities and other public forums to demand the immediate surrender of the Frankian government and the assimilation of Frankia into the Futareich. The war was going poorly, and with every defeat the alliance suffered, pro-Futa sentiment seemed to swell. When stories of the cruelty and rapaciousness of the Futas reached the streets of Paras, somehow the pro-Futa movement became even louder and more strident. Thankfully Rebecca did not share in the typical female enthusiasm for the enemy of her people. Her two older brothers had joined the army in the first days of mobilization. Both were missing and presumed dead after the battle of Crack Gulch.

By Jacob's 18th birthday, the military situation was dire. Frankia's remaining troops were drawn up in a tight cordon around Paras, heavily dug in and fortified. The siege was expected to take months, but without reinforcements, the defenses would certainly eventually fall. He married Rebecca in a small ceremony with only a few friends and family invited. They made love passionately that night, for the next day he would be joining the last desperate defense of his country. The wedding night was far from their first sexual experience, but it was electric in a way none of their previous nights together had ever approached. He felt as if the two of them had become one in the warmth of their marriage bed, and as he spent himself inside her his love and adoration for her swelled to a crescendo. As hot pulses of pleasure burned through Jacob's mind, he heard Rebecca gasp raggedly as she clamped down hard on his manhood. That feeling alone put all their previous lovemaking to shame. In the wee hours of the morning, they both collapsed into exhausted, satisfied slumber.

As the newlyweds slept in their post coital bliss, a Hingmact force spearheaded by the elite Schwantz Staffel launched a daring lightning attack against the defenders of Paras, encircling the city's defenders and forcing them to surrender. The next morning, the forces of the Futareich marched into the city uncontested. Thousands of women came out to cheer their conquerors, strewing their own undergarments before the parade of victorious shemales. And so, on a path of panties, the forces of the Futareich rode into the first of the great cities of mankind. The nation of Frankia had been brought to her knees, and soon so would her people.

Jacob and Rebecca slept in. They had only just heard the news of the city's defeat when the door to their apartment crashed inward. A single Hingmact soldier stepped through the open doorway, past the splintered remnant of the door she had kicked in. She idly brushed some dust off of her form-fitting grey uniform and stood at parade rest, glancing around the room with interest. Her eyes flashed as they passed over Rebecca and again when they locked on Jacob. She smiled pleasantly as if she had merely knocked on the door instead of kicking it in. "I was told there were newlyweds living in this apartment. That's you two?"

The soldier was the first Futanari Jacob had ever seen in person. Although he had heard them described before, the descriptions he got were inconsistent. Some claimed the Futas were giants of freakish proportions. Others insisted that they were simply normal women save for their differing sexual organs. The truth, as he now saw, was somewhere between. At about six foot five, the soldier was taller than any woman he had ever seen, though he had known one or two men who were taller than she. In form she was very feminine indeed. The soft swell of her breasts and luscious curve of her hips especially drew his eye. Apart from her exceptional height, there were two obvious physical clues that she was no ordinary woman. The first was her legs. The tight cut of her uniform showed the contours of her legs quite well, and they were massive. Her thighs were especially thick, and none of that size was fat. Whenever she stepped forward or shifted her weight, her incredible quadriceps coiled and uncoiled in a way that reminded Jacob of a crouching lion about to pounce. The second difference, obviously, was the bulge between those powerful thighs. Her uniform pants had clearly been tailored to accommodate the extra equipment of a Futanari, though he had a hard time believing that her "equipment" could possibly fill up that much space. A large, wide, iron grey zipper ran vertically down the curve of that massive extrusion, clearly designed to draw the eye.

There was something about her that he couldn't quite describe. An attractive quality difficult to define. She radiated vitality, health, strength, and confidence in a way he could only envy.

"Can we... help you?" Jacob asked cautiously, slowly backing toward the fireplace. Rebecca stood absolutely still, staring at the Futa invader. Her eyes were wide with terror, like a cornered deer before the wolf.

"I suppose you might," answered the Futa, a suppressed smile momentarily turning up the corners of her mouth. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two newlyweds like those of a child deciding which candy to eat first.

"My name is Jacob," said Jacob. "And this is my wife Rebecca. What should we call you..." He saw the rank insignia on her uniform. "Corporal?"

"Lena Einzgurn," said the Futa amiably "Hingmact Second Corporal." She walked forward a few steps, hips swaying alluringly. "I've come to inform you of your new status as subjects of the Futareich." She nodded toward Rebecca. "Woman, you are a Futareich Subject Second Class. You have the right to own some kinds of property and to conduct commerce, and the right to provisioning for your children."

"I don't have any children," said Rebecca.

Lena smirked. "You will." She turned to Jacob. "Boy, you are a Futareich Subject Third Class. You have absolutely no rights whatsoever. Your labor will be extracted for the good of society and your body will be violated at the whim of your superiors."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Jacob breathed.

With a delighted laugh, the Futa said, "Kidding? No. Fucking? Maybe." She stepped forward, grinning. "As a member of the Futanari Master Sex I am a Futareich Citizen First Class, which means I am entitled to sexually claim any inferiors as I choose. I believe I will exercise my rights... on both of you."

So there it was. Jacob's hand closed around the iron poker by the fireplace. "RUN!" he shouted to Rebecca, swinging the heavy rod at Lena's head. The attack caught the cocky Corporal off guard, but she still moved fast, blocking the blow with her forearm. The iron poker hit the Futa's arm with a solid *THUD*, eliciting a hiss of pain from the shemale soldier. Before he could swing again, she spun with blinding speed, slamming the sole of her boot into his chest. Her foot crashed right into his sternum, instantly driving the wind from his lungs and knocking him off his feet. Her kick actually lifted him off the ground a few inches, and he fell onto his back, empty lungs screaming in pain as they tried in vain to inflate.

The Futa deliberately clenched and unclenched the fingers on her right hand, wincing. "That's going to bruise. Bah!" Jacob tried to roll over so he could climb to his feet, but in two strides his attacker was on him. She straddled him, pinning his arms beneath her knees as her soft but surprisingly strong hands tore roughly at his shirt, then his pants. Within seconds his garments were shredded and Lena's hand closed firmly on his exposed loins. He went very still.

"That was very bad of you, to hit me with that poker," Lena rasped, her voice hoarse with perverse excitement. "But that's ok. I like to discipline bad boys." She leaned over him, rubbing the massive soft swell of her giant breasts over his abdomen and chest as she nipped his ear with her teeth. "And how do we punish bad boys, do you think? Hmm?"

She leaned back again, slowly tracing her hands along her thighs toward that massive bulge between. Deliberately, she took hold of the big iron zipper and pulled it slowly downward. The sound of that zipper coming undone would haunt him until the end of his days.

He had heard rumors of the endowments of the Futanari, of course, but naturally he had always assumed they were wildly exaggerated. They were not.

First to flop forth from the opened gates of hell were two titanic testes, each the size of an apple. The enormous orbs sat in a smooth, swollen sack the size of a milk jug. They fell right on top of his own naked groin, covering his genitals completely as if his sexuality had been erased from the world.

Then out came the cock. It fell on his belly with an audible *Splat!* and the force of it nearly drove the wind out of his lungs again. Thicker than his forearm, the monstrous appendage arced from its base atop his lower belly up to his lower chest, where the red, angry cyclopean head of the massive spear pointed right at his terrified face. Jacob trembled. The scythe of the reaper itself would have unmanned him less than the sight of that most terrible weapon: the Futa cock. It was inherently destructive, not a mere reproductive organ, but the embodiment of sex as warfare.

Lena's eyes drank his fear eagerly, her giant bust heaving with excitement as her helpless victim quailed beneath the might of her meat mace. "What's the matter?" she cooed. "Don't you like my cock? Hmm? Don't you want it?"

He shook his head violently.

She laughed wickedly. "You don't, huh. Well, maybe I could hold off on taking you... As long as you promise to be a very good boy. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you Jacob?"

He hesitated for a moment. The studly shemale soldier shifted her hips, pushing her terrible mass of phallic might another inch toward his face. He instinctively jerked away as Lena laughed. "Good boys are meek and obedient. They only speak when spoken to. They always obey their superior Futa Mistresses, and they never struggle or fight. Good boys never try to touch girls, because they know that all girls rightfully belong to the Futareich, and all women have the right and obligation to bear the superior offspring of the Master Sex. So can you be a good boy, Jacob?"

He nodded slowly.

"Good," Lena purred. His relief turned to horror as the Futa proclaimed, "Now I'm going to liberate your wife." She turned to Rebecca.

The love of Jacob's life still stood transfixed, utterly terrified as she stared at the Futa soldier who had so easily overcome her husband. Fear still filled her eyes, but a strange flush was in her cheeks now and her breathing was oddly heavy. "Why didn't you run?" The words caught in Jacob's throat. Good boys only speak when spoken to. As the predator slowly approached his trembling wife, Jacob tried to stand, to move, to fight. Anything to give Rebecca another chance to get away. But he found he couldn't move, couldn't even speak. The mere sight of that awful appendage, that avatar of phallic destruction, had broken his will in a way he had never thought that he could break.

The Futanari Corporal grabbed Rebecca by the throat, roughly forcing her back onto the kitchen table. The terrified bride offered no resistance as the Futa pulled her legs apart, reaching under her skirt. With a sudden heave of motion, the Futa tore off Rebecca's panties, tossing them contemptuously over her shoulder. The shredded garment landed less than a foot away from Jacob. It was a sexy little black thing she had gotten for their wedding night. A prominent wet spot adorned the front. He turned his eyes away, even more ashamed than before. But a force more powerful than his will pulled his eyes back to the lurid scene unfolding before him.

Lena was pressing her cock against his wife's abdomen, as if demonstrating how far it would go inside her. The soldier's smooth, swollen sack hung over Rebecca's womanhood. Above the massive sack, a spear of arm-thick flesh filled the space from the Futa's crotch just above Rebecca's exposed womanhood up to her chest, the fist-sized crown of the mighty appendage nestled obscenely between her small breasts. Though the preposterous phallus was pointed at Rebecca rather than at himself, he still felt as if that vicious meat-club was somehow directed against him, as if it were designed to destroy his psyche.

As if to confirm this absurdly solipsistic thought, the Hingmact soldier shot him a smug grin. Then she slowly drew back her hips, pulling the full length of her cock over Rebecca's quivering quim until the tip rested firmly against her comparatively tiny entrance. With a sudden, powerful forward surge, she plowed that massive meat ram forward. Rebecca's pussy gave way before it and with a wet sucking sound, the Futa was a foot deep inside her.

Rebecca moaned.

Once, Jacob had helped to construct a scaffold in an alley on the seedier side of town. On the other side of the alley was a brothel that faced the street opposite. While working there he had heard the improbable moans, grunts, and cries the prostitutes produced to flatter their clients. He had marveled at how over-the-top and fake they seemed. Even in the heat of passion or even the peak of climax, his Rebecca would barely even gasp. So the keening moan that tore from her throat now shook him to the core. She was moaning... like a whore. Except her cries weren't feigned, but undeniably genuine. The Futa was giving her the kind of mind-shattering pleasure men paid whores to pretend to receive. In a single thrust, the powerful Futa had turned his wife into a screaming slut.

As Rebecca's moan of pleasure finally trailed off into silence, Lena extended a hand toward him, turning her wrist upward, she crooked a finger. Jacob felt his body move, obeying the studly soldier's implicit command. He stood, mind racing, emotions crashing as he walked toward his wife and her... their dominator.

Lena pointed to the floor just behind her. Obediently, Jacob knelt, looking up to see a sight that knotted his stomach, filled him with sorrow and humiliation, and stiffened his member with painful rapidity. The backs of the Futa's thick thighs were before him, her powerful ass loomed above him. Her balls, packed with superior seed, hung less than a foot from his face. The pussy of his beloved wife was stretched wide around the girth of the massive shaft of Lena's cock.

With deliberate slowness, the conquering Futa pulled back her hips, drawing that colossal cock from the quivering feminine sheaf that was the love of Jacob's life. Lena halted her backward motion only when her powerful posterior brushed against Jacob's forehead, her swollen stud-sack swaying an inch away from his nose. Then, with all the speed and force of a firing cannon, the she-stud delivered her second thrust.

Rebecca came. She came like Jacob had never seen her cum before. She writhed, contorted, screamed, and squirted. Hot nectar exploded from her stretched cunt, coating the cock and balls of her conqueror and splattering over the face of her hapless, defeated husband.

"Who owns your pussy, slut?" demanded the Futa when Rebecca's orgasmic scream finally died.

"The Futareich," Rebecca croaked raggedly. "My body belongs to the superior cocks of the Futanari Master Sex. Please, Mistress. Rape me, wreck me, fill me with your seed!" She had fallen. The words dealt a powerful blow to the ragged remains of Jacob's ego, but he could hardly blame Rebecca for succumbing. After all, he had been cowed just by the sight of the thing.

The Hingmact soldier took her moaning victim hard and fast, seeming indifferent to her pleasure or her pain. She fucked with the aggressive instinct of a wild beast tempered by militaristic, disciplined precision. Despite her rapist's indifference, Rebecca came to toe curling, spine bending orgasms over and over again beneath the pounding power of the Futanari's mighty hips. Unmoved, the Futa plowed onward, her purpose plain- to blow a fat load deep into Rebecca's womb. To plant her seed, to take away a man's loving wife and turn her into a squirming, squirting baby factory for Futas.
She waged war against mankind with her cock. And she was winning.

At last her thrusts became irregular and even more brutal. With a final, powerful swing of her hips, the soldier cried "HAIL THE FUTAREICH!" Her balls shot upward, pumping untold quantities of Futa jizz up the absurd length of the conquering cock, deep into Jacob's beloved. Rebecca screamed in ecstasy as she was filled to the brim with the superior genetic material of the Master Sex.

At last, the Futa tore herself free of Rebecca's cunt. The obscene sound of her satisfied withdrawal sent a shudder down Jacob's spine. Lena left the seeded slut on the table, giving her no more attention than a child gives a candy wrapper after gobbling down the candy. She turned around, facing him, her fantastic phallus arcing -still erect- above his wide-eyed visage, glistening with the vaginal juices of his beloved wife. For more than a minute Lena gazed down at him from a seemingly impossible height, over the heaving swell of her massive breasts and around the girth of her thick, brutal cock. Her eyes blazed with the demonic fire of her lust. Finally she spoke. The single word she spoke struck him like the crack of a lash.

"Suck."

As before, his body seemed to move before his mind even caught up, responding instinctively to the imperious command of the dominant Futanari. This time, though, he stopped himself, his lips scarcely an inch away from the blunt tip of her meat-spear. Until now, he had been a mere victim. He had passively watched the ravishment of his wife because he had had no choice. But what would he be if he did as the Futa now commanded? If he accepted this ultimate humiliation and sanctioned the Futa's rapacity by pleasuring her predatory phallus with his mouth? The very cock that had only moments before made him a cuckold? Could he really call himself a man if he did such a thing?

Lena growled dangerously as he paused on the brink. Clearly she was in no mood to wait. Her hand shot out, fingers twisting painfully in his hair. Her other hand firmly gripped the base of her cock. For a moment he was relieved as she drew the massive meat-club away from his face, but then he realized her true intention was indeed to use the hard, thick, blunt cock as a club. She brought it down hard across his face, snapping his head to the side with the force of the blow. The sheer weight of the thing was incredible. The collision of the colossal cock with his face momentarily stunned him. When his vision finally ceased swimming he beheld Lena Einzgurn, soldier of the Futareich staring down at him with cold fury.

"Suck." She repeated. The single syllable held the cold of a glacier and the heat of a volcano, the lust of a beast and the authority of an empress. The demonic beast that hung erect before him could only be appeased through slavish worship. He could do nothing but submit or be destroyed. And so he debased himself utterly.

The head of Lena's cock filled every cubic millimeter of Jacob's mouth. His jaw creaked with the effort of fitting the fist-sized crown past his teeth. The heady, familiar taste of Rebecca's womanhood washed over his tongue, shot through with the sweet, salty flavor of the thick viscous goo still oozing from the slit in the tip.

Lena smirked down at him as he began to bob his head up and down on her phallic leviathan. Her eyes blazed with sadistic satisfaction. She did not mock him, belittle his size or his weakness or even his position on his knees. She didn't have to. The reality of her cock in his mouth was enough. Shame burned in Jacob's breast, shame greater than he had ever felt. He had been beaten, stripped, and forced to watch as his wife had been raped until she begged for the superior cum of her Futa rapist. And now he was on his knees, sucking his victimizer's cock. He began to feel lightheaded.

His own erection was achingly hard, but his own desire seemed to him as small and insignificant as his penis was before the mighty phallus filling his mouth. Her lust and satisfaction mattered, his didn't. She was everything, he was nothing. His ego was dust. She owned him.

Mercifully, after scarcely a minute of submissive fallatio Lena pulled her mighty shaft from between his lips. Holding it by the base, she turned sideways and moved back a half step. Behind the Futa soldier, on the table, Rebecca was half sitting, propped up on one elbow. Her other hand rubbed slowly between her legs, stimulating the still-gaping folds of her ravished and semen-sodden cunt. Her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed with excitement. A cruel light was in her eye, of a kind that Jacob had never even suspected she possessed. She had watched his humiliation and debasement... and it turned her on. She had enjoyed the sight of a superior Futa putting an inferior male in his place.

"What do you think of your husband now, slut?" Laughed Lena as she slowly stroked her cock with one hand."

"He's nothing," Rebecca cooed dismissively. "Come and fuck me some more, Mistress." Her fingers pulled the lips of her pussy apart invitingly.

"Very well," Lena consented swiftly. She stepped up to the table and slammed her colossal cock back into Rebecca's sodden pussy without preamble. Once again, Jacob could only watch as his wife was fucked at a level beyond the wildest dreams of any male. Again, he felt shame and terror, humiliation and defeat as he listened to the maddened moans of his wife as she took every inch of that fat Futa rod. This time, though, a kind of awe of the godlike Futa began to creep into his consciousness. The power and speed of her thrusting hips fascinated him. The clenching of her mighty thighs enthralled him. But most of all, the sway of her enormous ballsack hypnotized him.

This time his body seemed to move automatically without even a command from the studly Futa soldier. The smooth expanse of her gallon-sized sack filled his vision until the salty taste of her sweat touched his tongue and a fat Futa nut rolled into his mouth. The stench and taste of her balls overwhelmed him, and he almost lost consciousness for a moment. Her sack was tight beneath his lips, as if under immense pressure.

As soon as Jacob's lips touched Lena's smooth sack, another loud, girlish moan filled the room to accompany Rebecca's maddened cries, this one emanating from the throat of the Hingmact Corporal. "Oh, fuck... YES!" She cried, intensifying the rate of her powerful thrusts. "Suck my balls, bitch boy..." The muscles of her inner thighs began to spasm as she slammed her cock forward three more times into her willing victim with brutal force. "YES! SUCK MY BALLS WHILE I IMPREGNATE YOUR WIFE! HAIL! THE! FUTAREICH!"

He felt the fleshy sphere in his mouth heave upward, pulling his head along with it as an ungodly amount of Futa goo surged upward out of Lena's balls, pumping through her cock deep into Rebecca's already seeded womb. Two womanly screams filled the room until the windows shook, one a helpless cry of feminine fulfillment, the other the roar of a conquering Futanari. The balls lifted again and again, pumping torrent after torrent of thick Futa jizz into Rebecca's womb. Though Jacob could feel the pumping, rushing cum surging out of Lena's balls, he couldn't guess how voluminous her ejaculation actually was. Surly each spurt was far greater than any male's total volume, but how much greater? Ten times? A hundred times? He couldn't be sure.

One thing he did know. His wife would get pregnant from this. Oh, he knew rationally that isn't how pregnancies work. Volume of an ejaculation alone cannot guarantee an insemination... and yet he knew it on a more instinctual level. Rebecca would never have his children. She would bear Lena's superior offspring. Nature had made her choice, and he had been selected out.

After a seeming eternity of orgasm, Lena's balls finally stopped jumping in his mouth. She slowly backed up her hips, breathing raggedly as she pulled her titanic meat-plow out of the future mother of her child. With a loud squelch, the fist-sized helmet finally emerged. One final spurt of jizz splattered out from the tip of her cum-cannon, blasting Rebecca's small breasts and belly with thick, virile sperm. That final shot alone was more than twice as big as any load Jacob had ever shot. Then, finally, that almighty hammer of sexual power began to deflate, falling slowly to a limp length that was still three times longer than Jacob's hardest erection.

Rebecca was asleep by this time. She had orgasmed herself into unconsciousness. Her chest rose and fell gently, her hair a mess, her body covered in sweat, her own squirt, and fat gobs of Futa cum. Even in this state she was beautiful. Jacob wanted to cry.

"Stand," Lena commanded. Jacob's legs shook but he obeyed the Futa's command, rising to his feet.

"By the power vested in me by Nature I officially declare your marriage to be dissolved," said Lena. She reached out, gently brushing her fingers over his aching erection, then grasping him firmly around the base. The contact of her hand alone nearly made him explode, but her firm grip stifled his rising pleasure. "Come with me," she commanded, leading him by the dick out the toppled door of the apartment. He could hardly resist without tearing off his own dick.

As he passed over the threshold, Jacob cast one final look back at Rebecca, the last time he would ever see her. She slept in the blissful slumber of total sexual fulfillment, completely at peace with the world, and with her life. A life that no longer included Jacob Abrams.

Corporal Einzgurn led him down the hall and out of the building. For the first minute, he was filled with the overpowering urge to cover his nudity somehow. After a few minutes, however, he realized no one would give him a second glance. Stranger and more horrible things were happening on the streets of Paras than a single Futa leading a naked boy by the dick.

Pornographic moans and the rhythm of slapping flesh filled the air of the capital of Frankia. Everywhere the women were bent over benches and the hoods of automobiles, pushed up against walls or even flat on their backs in the road. No female between the ages of 18 and 50 was spared. Beautiful or ugly, thin or fat, old or young, all were taken. All the women of Paras spread their legs eagerly for the conquering cocks of the Futanari, and every single one was going to be fucked full of multiple loads of thick, hot seed.

Jacob saw more than a few men in predicaments as bad as his or worse. Some were being forced to suck Futa cock, others were stripped and beaten, and a few others were being anally raped. At the sight a shudder ran through Jacob's very soul. At least he'd been spared that final humiliation. So far.

As they rounded the corner a particularly strange tableau caught his attention. Five men knelt in a line, naked save for the police caps on their heads. He recognized one of them, a young officer in the Paras police force named Jaque. The men's hands were bound, their backs to a wall, eyes wide with terror. Before them stood three Futa soldiers, lined up like a firing squad. Each shemale stood in a wide stance, working her massive, brutal erection with both her hands. As the three Futa's powerful hips began to buck, Jaque broke down, gibbering and sobbing, cringing away from those abominable appendages.

Jacob had seen the man rush headlong into gunfire without flinching. A man could face death or injury with his back straight and eyes forward... But how could a man face that?

As Lena led him past, the three Futa soldiers roared as one and erupted simultaneously, blasting their five kneeling victims and the wall beyond with gallons of thick seed, covering men and masonry in a uniform coat of white goo. The Futas laughed. The men quivered. Jacob turned his head from their shame.

Lena led him to the central train yard of Paras. The rails were apparently already repaired, with trains running between the conquered capital of Frankia and the heart of the Futareich. Trains from Vemar, Bevaria and Esden arrived constantly, carrying cargoes of fresh Futanari soldiers of the Hingmact, eager to join the ongoing conquest and rape of Man's world. Other trains carried loot, material and slaves back into the Reich's black heart. It was to one of these that Corporal Einzgurn led him, still pulling him along by the dick. The dark door of the train car yawned before him like the mouth of hell.

"This is where you get on," said Lena.

Jacob swallowed a lump in his throat. "Where will it take me?"

"To a labor camp. Bodenscheibe, probably." She chuckled huskily. "I hear it's nice. Hingmact soldiers go there for R&R sometimes."

"A... a camp?" Jacob shook. "Is that... where we... where they..."

Lena didn't seem to be picking up his unspoken question. "Where they what?"

"Where they... get rid of us...Kill us." Jacob forced the words out, gaging Einzgurn's reaction.

For a moment she looked stunned. Then, laughing, she gripped the back of his head and pulled him forward. Her lips met his, her tongue pushing passionately and invasively into his mouth. She kissed his breath away, sucking the air right out of his lungs as his head span and his heart raced. Finally, she pulled back from the kiss, still laughing. "Kill you?" she chortled. "Now why would we kill perfectly good boys? Boys are so much fun!" Her eyes seemed different than before. He could almost swear that there was empathy in those verdant green depths, maybe even compassion.

She stepped back, undoing the buttons of her grey uniform blouse. When the third came undone, her breasts practically exploded outward. In her uniform the massive mammaries had clearly been kept under pressure, packed into the smallest possible volume to which they could be confined. With that confinement gone her mounds of feminine flesh were as absurdly oversized as her lower, more masculine equipment. Jacob stared dumbly at her breasts, fascinated like a youth catching his first glimpse of the uncovered feminine form.

Reaching up with her left hand, Corporal Einzgurn twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him face first into her cleavage. The skin of her glorious tits was feverishly hot and indescribably soft. He almost felt as if he was swimming in some kind of hot, luxurious liquid. His knees nearly turned to water as he felt her fingers encircle his still aching erection and slowly begin to stroke.

"You have an idiom in your language," Lena purred. "'The carrot or the stick' I believe it goes. We Futanari have a similar expression. 'The tits or the cock'." His pleasure mounted swiftly, soaring to terrifying heights. He felt like the lower half of his body was being pulled into a vortex of tension. He was in her hands both figuratively and literally, as completely dominated as he had been an hour before on his knees, face still stinging from the weight and momentum of her swinging meat rod. But this way of being dominated was much, much more pleasant. God's own heaven, as promised by priests to the righteous, couldn't feel better than this.

His legs gave out as he came, hips bucking into her hand. The blistering peak of his pleasure obliterated his sight and hearing as his world shook, shook, shook, and burst. For a fraction of a second, he lost consciousness altogether, his weight supported only by the buoyancy of Lena's massive bust.

When his orgasm finally petered out, Lena released him from the valley of her bosom. He stumbled backward, his back hitting the cold metal side of the rail car. He panted raggedly, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground, vision still swimming from the orgasm that had almost ruptured his skull. He had never cum that hard before. His entire groin had gone numb from the force of it. Despite that, his ejaculate hadn't even been enough to fill the hand of his Futa dominator. Lena smirked as she licked his seed from her fingers. "I see you enjoyed the carrot more than you did the stick," she cooed.

Jacob bowed his head. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. Then he froze. As he had submissively lowered his gaze, he noticed something terrible. The beast between her thighs was beginning to stir.

"Unfortunately for you," Corporal Einzgurn half-purred, half-growled, "The stick will have it's way."

With awful slowness, that colossal club of massive meat falteringly twitched, rose and stiffened, standing fully, destructively erect. As her preposterous phallus hardened, Lena's eyes also lost any trace of their earlier softness. Now green fires of lust blazed in her eyes, as hot as hell, as cold as winter, as hard as her cock. When that gaze fell upon him he knew her intent, and trembled.

"You promised you wouldn't," he whimpered.

"I lied."

He fought her then with the savage strength of pure desperation. He writhed, he punched, he clawed, and he bit. Only moments ago he'd thought himself completely cowed, but now, faced with the final blow, every last bit of his psyche and his ego came forth in a single desperate surge of violent resistance, like a cornered mouse attacking a cat. The words in his mind were Not that, please not that, anything but that!

His struggles were all in vain. Jacob's strength was too inferior to Lena's, and her lust was more powerful than his terror. Within moments he was pinned helplessly against the side of the train car, the hard, cold metal against his chest contrasting sharply with the soft heat of Lena's enormous breasts up against his back. Something both hard and hot was coming up from below.

"Please," he sobbed, tears running down his cheeks. "You've taken my country, my freedom, my wife, my pride. Spare me. Spare me... this."

"I can't," Lena whispered. He almost thought he heard regret in her voice. "I am what I am, and you are what you are, and that means this." He felt the blunt tip of her massive hardness pressing upward between his cheeks. "Take it!" She hissed. "Take my cock!" She pressed harder, harder!" "TAKE IT!" she roared, and with a savage surge of primal might the gigantic girth of her cock plunged into him. Pain exploded in his skull, pain and humiliation and defeat in their purest, distilled form.

As her hips touched his he felt her breath against his ear. She held herself balls deep inside him, her conquering spear embedded deep within the flesh of her foe. At that moment there was a brutal, one-sided sort of intimacy between them, the intimacy of complete submission to absolute power. Everything he was, was hers. Hers to hold. Hers to use. Hers to fuck.

And so she did. She fucked his body, his mind, and his soul. She fucked him harder than she had ever fucked his wife. To Lena, Rebecca had been an object to use, a resource to be seized, a vessel to be impregnated. Jacob, however, was an enemy to be destroyed. She meant to break his will and permanently destroy his ability to resist the Futareich. For the rest of his life he would slavishly serve his Futa mistresses, trembling before the might of their cocks, quailing at the sound of a zipper coming undone.

The metal door of the train car against his back rang rhythmically with the force of her humping hips, force that was directed solely against him, transmitted by the almighty wrath of her hammer of flesh. There was nothing he could do except take it. To experience his own sexual annihilation. The day's earlier humiliations had already torn his ego to shreds. With this final act Lena Einzgurn had set those shreds on fire and burned them away. He was nothing. There was no man named Jacob Abrams. He was just an extension of her. Of her massive, brutal weapon of sexual warfare.

As she fucked him like a bitch, she moaned like a girl. "Oh, yes, fuck yes," she groaned, grinding herself deep into his ass. "Fuck yes, you're so GOOD, Jacob! Fuck! You can't possibly understand what it feels like for a Futa to take a boy like this. Its not just sex. It's VICTORY! FUUUUCKKKK!! HAIL THE FUTAREICH! HAAAAIIIILLL!!
Two final, bruising thrusts followed this exclamation, nearly cracking Jacob's pelvis. Then heat flooded his body, endless gushing heat. After the first three shots she wrenched herself free of him and blasted the rest all over his defeated body. His groin, chest, and face were all liberally coated with blasts of her ball-batter, marking him forever as a slave. The oppressive heat and heady stench of her load nearly stole the last flickering of consciousness from his mind. He couldn't move or speak and his vision was badly blurred.

How long he laid on the floor of the train station he could not say, for his sense of time was far out of whack. At last he felt a pair of strong arms and soft hands take hold of him, lift him gently, and carry him into the darkness. He was set down on something moderately softer than the ground. Two massive breasts hung before his face. Such amazing tits. Soft lips touched his forehead.

"Goodbye Jacob Abrams," whispered Corporal Lena Einzgurn, soldier of the Futareich. "Twice in one day you emptied my balls. I think I almost fell in love with you there at the end." She chuckled. "I won't ever forget you, Jacob. Goodbye." Boots on the floor. The door sliding shut.

Darkness.