Dexter Chronicles

Chapter Four — Sue Dexter

Back at the Dexter estate, Sue brought little Robert into her bedroom for a "reward."

"Robert, I'm going out tonight. I want you to help me with my stockings. Here, open this box and take them out." Sue handed Robert a box of black silk stockings and then, turning her back to Robert, dropped her robe and slipped on an almost invisible black thong and black lace bra and then turned toward Robert. He was frozen in sexual awe. She towered over him— a terrible beautiful presence.

"Okay Robert, put them down on the bed and hold this. Hey, are you listening?" (She knowingly smirked to herself.)

She handed Robert a black lace garter belt, with four thin delicate straps.

"It's about time you learned how to do something useful. Here, place it around my waist. No. No, you have it backwards; turn it around. That's better. What's the problem, you never stole one of these from me? If you don't get it right quickly, I'll buy little short stockings for you to wear, so you can learn how the garter belt works. Would you like that?" Robert shook his head. "Okay then, do it right."

At that very real threat, Robert snapped out of his sexual stupor.

"Robert, take a stocking, get on your knees, and place the stocking on my right foot … carefully … no runs now, that's it … begin to draw it up my leg … that's right. Now, stop, get in front of me and get down on your knees again. That's right. Now bring the stocking up to where the garters are. Good, now straighten it out. Hmm, good. Now, do you see those wrinkles? Yes. Yes, smooth them out with your hand. Oh, Robert, stop shaking so much. I do believe you're excited. Oh, Robert, look at your little penis, it's sticking out. Not very far, but it's trying to and that's so sweet. Okay, now, pay attention. Make it real smooth, no wrinkles and nice and tight. Now slip the garter belts under the waistband of my thong; that's important for what I'm going to do later. It allows me to take off my panties and leave these sleek stockings and garter belts on my legs. That would be pretty, wouldn't it?"

Robert kept nodding his head and began taking jagged breaths.

"Oh, Robert, it must be hard to do it and shake so much at the same time, those snaps are so small. Just take a few deep breaths. Oh, that didn't help much, did it? Oh, well. Gosh, Robert, you're shaking harder."

Robert's face was right in front of his mother's silky thighs, and even breathing for him was difficult.

"Now try to concentrate, Robert, and see if you can hook the garters on. Very good, you figured it out. Now, do it all over again, this time on my left foot and leg."

She stood watching herself and Robert in the dressing table mirror as he worked the other stocking on her left leg, smoothed it on and, shaking, fastened the garters; he was becoming well trained. Now was the time for a special treat, for both of them.

"Robert, as long as you're down on your knees, I want you to go over to my dressing table and look beneath the top of it.

Robert crawled over to the dressing table.

"Well, what do you see?"

Robert looked at the locking throat and armbands his mother had her carpentress install beneath the leading edge of her dressing table. It did not look friendly.

"It looks like holders, like a dog collar or something."

"Yes, Robert, those are on the front edge of the bottom of the table. But look farther back, what do you see there?"

Robert was silent.

"Go ahead, Robert, describe it."

"It looks like a … big … penis, a penis attached to a little railroad track."

"Very good description, Robert. The three holders, the collars, as you say, are restraints — one for your left wrist, one for your right wrist, and one for your neck. They will keep you from moving around when I want to keep you still. If you do not do exactly as I ask, and if you move around too much, I will insert the inflatable hydraulic dildo into your anus as a punishment and so you can't move back away from me when I want you to do something for me, or when I want to do something to you! Do you think I will have to put that thing in your rear end, or will you be good?"

"I'll be good! Oh, I'll be very good, mommy. Please don't do that to me. It's too big."

"Well, we'll see. Go ahead and back yourself under the table and get yourself in position." She moved and blocked his way out from under the table, just in case he developed a little courage or good sense. But her presence there caused him to capitulate and he raised his arms to the restraints. She knelt down and fastened his right wrist, then left wrist to the outer restraints. "Raise your head Robert," she purred. He did, and she slipped the restraint around his throat, tightened it, and tightened it again. She began to swoon at his open fear.

"Mommy, it's so tight!"

"I know, Robert. It's supposed to be tight, to control you completely and remind you that you're a boy and I'm a woman and this is your place in life. And, Robert, if you argue with me, I'm going to have to insert the make-believe penis into you. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"You're not going to argue with me any more, are you?"

"Oh, no, mother. Please, no!"

Sue Dexter stood up and began to slip off her thong panties. She let them fall to the floor and walked over to her son, bringing her rolling computer desk chair with her. She stood in front of him with her inner thighs gently bracketing his head. He began to quietly sob and shake. Her sexual energy was crushing Robert's will, confusing and overwhelming his mind and body. She rubbed her legs against him and then told him to look up. Sue's finely contoured shaven vagina was directly before him. She sat down on the chair and rolled forward so that her sex was immediately below his face. She tilted her pelvis forward and up and then pressed the chair's vertical control so that the floor of the seat and her hips slowly inched up.

"Robert, you are a very lucky little boy. Don't turn your head away, and be prepared to use your tongue and lips when I tell you to." Robert breathed heavily. She pressed the lever once again and Robert's face began to touch Sue's sweet vaginal lips.

"Now, Robert. Start licking. Remember, Robert, the make-believe princk is right behind you. It's so lonely there and wants to be part of our lovemaking. Should I let it?"

"Mrff no, smrurff, no."

"Robert, keep licking, and start sucking too. Kiss me deeply with your tongue. I'm going to move myself so that you are very, very close into me."

She touched the lever again and the chair seat slightly rose. Inexorably, his nose slipped between the slippery folds of her vaginal lips and into her as his mouth was pressed into the sopping wet swamp of her lower sex. He thought of the threat of the fake penis poised behind him and licked and sucked vigorously as he tried to breathe.

Sue didn't think it was going to be this easy, this fast, or this intense. Her hands gripped the tops of her strong muscled thighs as surges of sexual energy erupted across the length of her magnificent body. Now it was Sue who was shaking and crying out.

"Yes, Robert, Yes! Don't you dare stop! Yes! Ummm, do it, ahhh, do it, ahh, ummm, yes. YES!!! Ahhh!!!"

Floods of femcum gushed out of her and up into his mouth and nose. He was having trouble breathing and began to buck his head about to throw her away from his nose and mouth, but she and her pneumatic chair were too much and Robert's unrecognized attempts to escape (and to breathe) just became for Sue part of a vigorous sensual act.

Just as Robert began to see spots and pass out, his mother pulled herself back and slowly began to separate herself from his face. As she leaned back and looked down, she could see her wet vaginal lips begin to gently release their grip on the sides of Robert's face, and his nose and mouth exit from their anointed places within her velvety smooth sexual lair. His face fell forward and he hung motionless from the restraints, but she could see that he was still breathing.

"Yes, Robert, yes," she said to herself, "this was a very, very good beginning. But, wait until next week," and she kissed him on the side of his face, licking her lips and tasting her own sticky goo. "Yes, wait until next week."

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Back at the FemTech Institute, Dr. Stacy Phillips was having her little discussion with research scientist, Dr. Michael Dolin.

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"Let's proceed with the lesson and, remember, I will answer all of your questions; just ask."

She continued, "A princk exudes three different major substances. At repose, in a state of quietude, it simply rests, you might say, gathering strength for the night or day ahead. When it first becomes interested in sexual activity, its entire surface secretes a fine thin layer of lubricant. Not greasy, just extremely slippery and with other very interesting qualities, as well. Please, if you would like, touch my princk and see if you can make it sexually react to you.

"I … I don't know. I've heard that that could be dangerous. "

"Really, Dr. Dolin, were doctors, scientists. Don't be such a baby."

"Uh, Dr. Philips, I … I."

"For goodness sake, just get on with it, unless you want to go home to your mousy little wife," she said scornfully.

"How, how do I do it."

"Please, Michael, don't be such a child. You have a penis don't you? You know what you like done to it, how it likes to be touched. Do something to my princk that you would like me to do to your penis."

He was entranced by it ... by her openness and brashness. He tentatively leaned forward and petted it, like a child would pet a long, sleek weasel. And like an animal, it began to imperceptibly move, toward him, lengthening slightly. Stacy was exercising intense control, and she knew how to do it. Dr. Dolin was potentially quite dangerous in his anti-princk organization. Now was the time to deal with him.

"Michael," the sound somehow seemed a bit far away. "Betty is back again; would you like something to drink? A cold beer, perhaps?"

"Yes, no, ah, all right," he said with distraction. He was beginning to become a bit mesmerized; Stacy was snake-charming him. Betty had seen this sequence of events so often, she laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. Dr. Dolin might have heard that laugh, but he was too absorbed, way too absorbed.

"Now, Dr. Dolin, can you begin to feel the lubricant?"

He looked up at Stacy, his eyes seeking permission, and then back down at the magnificent appendage extending from her body.

"That's right, Doctor, you can rub it and I'll tell you more."

Michael looked up at Stacy again to see if she really meant it, and she warmly returned his looked and then nodded down toward her princk. He took her cue and began to rub her princk, ever so gently. Although she fascinated him, he was instinctively afraid of her, as he should have been.

"Michael, do you feel the lubricant on your hands?"

"Uh, yes. It feels, slightly … numb. Hmm, not numb, but maybe a … little, ah … relaxed."

"Very good, Michael. That's a side effect of the lubricant. It has a relaxing effect on any male who touches it. Some might even describe it as having a paralyzing effect, but relaxing is a much better description."

"Um, sure," he said, barely listening to her.

"Princk lubricant is a very powerful physical and psychological tranquilizer. It is like the small snake that bites the large rat and then can take its time swallowing it. Do you have any questions, Michael?"

"I … heard ... that princkcum is addictive. Is it?"

"Well, Michael, let's work towards princkcum and I'll tell you when we get there. But before princkcum, there's princk precum. Precum is clear and odorless, but quite nasty tasting. The princk lubricant is also odorless, and has a slightly bitter almond-like taste and odor. Taste it if you like."

He looked up at Stacy. "Sure, go ahead. Do it for science," she said.

"Yes, for science," he thought to himself.

Dr. Michael Dolin leaned over and touched her organ with the tip of his tongue, and then began to lick her thick princk. It tasted quite awful, but it made his tongue feel strange, ... interesting; what was it? He was a bit intoxicated by the odor he couldn't quite smell that princks gave off in their early stages of sexual tumescence. Stacy gently took his head by his hair and teasingly slowly lifted him away from her princk. But his licking had already had a huge effect on her princk, and on him.

"Michael, do you see the precum coming out of my princk. Get off the chair and kneel down to get a good close look.

He slid out of his chair and lowered himself to his knees in front of her growing princk.

"Well, Michael, what do you see?"

It was quite amazing. As he examined her princk, he could see the precum not just seeping out of her, but pulsing out, strongly. Betty came back with Michael's beer and knowingly had something else in her hand.

"Here, Dr. Dolin," said Nurse Betty, "Here's a saucer, put it down on the floor to catch the flow." By this time the length of Stacy's penis extended slightly beyond the width of the coffee table.

"Precum, they say, Michael, is quite addictive. Would you like to taste that too, … as an experiment, … to see if that "rumor" is true?"

"I … I ... don't know."

"Okay, let's just stop here." Stacy began to get up once again, but Michael quickly reached forward and placed his right hand gently under the head of her princk. God, it was so large and thick and smooth.

"No, please stay, I'll ... I'll do it," Dr. Dolin urged.

"Okay. Good, very good," Stacy purred and comfortably lowered herself back into her seat.

"First place your tongue right in the princk-hole and try to stop the flow of the precum. Yes! Ah, that's soooo good! You're doing it ... yes ... quite well. Now, when I tell you when, I am going to want you to pull your tongue out, cover the head of my princk with your lips, and suck ... hard. It will taste very bad, but this way you will get enough to fully understand the effects of princk precum. It is quite powerful and I will help you take a good sample. You do want me to give you a good sample, don't you? Look at me and nod if you do."

Dr. Dolin looked up at Stacy and nodded, and then shifted his eyes to her princk which stretched out before him, his tongue slavishly restraining the precum churning within her.

Stacy calmly looked down at his absurdly subservient posture. Dr. Dolin's life was about to forever change (it actually already had), and Stacy and Betty's eyes exchanged knowing glances. With a simple hand gesture, Stacy signaled Betty to get the FemTech equipment that would facilitate Dr. Dolin's transformation. But first, it was Stacy's very personal equipment that would facilitate Dr. Dolin's transformation.

"Okay," Michael, "Do it, NOW!"

Michael's tongue flew out of her princkhole and his lips and open mouth went over the head of her princk. Stacy's hands quickly went to the back of his head and her princk began to pump out huge quantities of foul precum. The taste of it put Dr. Dolin into a state of shock, and he first struggled to get free of Stacy's grip on the back of his head, but she was much too strong. He then slumped forward with his hands twitching on the coffee table and his numbing lips and mouth still attached to Stacy's princkhead. Stacy knew what she was doing.

While he was in this stunned state, the precum would continue to pump freely into him, and he would swallow it like a sleeping baby at a mother's breast. He was definitely going to learn about addiction and eventually perhaps the "Pens" where the long, long-term effects of princk juices on male are studied.

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While Dr. Michael Dolin was in this comatose condition, Betty came in with the brace and frame. "Okay, Betty," Stacy smirked, "Set him up."

Stacy casually released her grip on Michael's head, got up, and walked around the room, her fully engorged princk swinging menacingly as she moved. Betty began to attach the head brace (and mouth guard) to Dr. Dolin. It was quite cruel. It bent his head and neck backward at a very harsh angle leaving his mouth wide open and his neck and throat fully exposed and straight. Then his wrists and ankles were cuffed to a vertical frame, keeping him on his knees, upright and desirably helpless.

"Wake him!" Stacy directed. Betty poured water on his face and he slowly came around.

"Dr. Dolin, this is your last lesson about princk juices — mature princkcum. It is very, very … even lethally addictive. I have to do it with you restrained, and a mouth guard in place, so that you are not physically damaged by a direct, princk incursion down your throat. What we will do is place a gentle latex funnel in your mouth and down your throat, along with this tube of flowing warm water. Princkcum is very foul and thick. The water will dilute it slightly and allow it to flow into you without choking you. If you rather have me insert my princk down your throat in its fully engorged state, let me know."

Michael looked at her and shook his head violently, to the extent he could shake it at all.

"First, Doctor, you need to sign this release authorizing me to allow you to carry on this experiment on princk juices and releasing us from liability. All standard, you know."

Betty uncuffed his right wrist, put a pen in his hand, and held up the paper on a pad. He looked at Stacy and realized everything was too late. He couldn't speak, only make small painful sounds, which the women sarcastically imitated. His eyes darted from one cold efficient face to the other and his chest heaved to breath; he was in a state of terror, and he signed. "Put this in the safe with the others," Stacy laughed.

Then she walked over to him. "Your hand, Michael. You know, … just make believe it is just you and your little penis at home … all by yourself. Stroke me with your hand," and he did. Within seconds huge quantities of princkcum began to gush forth from Stacy's massive princk. The brace and mouth guard prevented even a very controlled princk mistress, such as Stacy, from violently raping Dr. Dolin's throat while in the throes of her sexual discharge.

Betty and other trained nurses, all wearing gloves, directed Stacy's thrusting princk and the foul, thick cum into the latex funnel. One of the nurses re-cuffed his right hand to the frame, and the warm water trickled into the funnel and the whole-jelled mass of cum began its trip down Michael's exposed throat. Stacy's orgasm took over five minutes and it took almost one hour before her princkcum was fully swallowed by Dr. Dolin.

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After his ordeal with the princkcum, Dr. Dolin was released from the frame, had the head/neck brace removed, and staggering, was taken by the nurses and given a shower. He was then brought naked before Stacy who was wearing an extremely low cut dress, the top half of her perfect full globes expansively displayed before him.

"Well, Dr. Dolin," do you feel that you've learned more about the "enemy," as you call us?"

Michael Dolin stood looking down at his feet and his mildly extended abdomen, filled with princk discharge and water.

"I want to go home."

"Hmm? Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I want to go home, please."

"Of course you do," Stacy said in a falsely concerned way.

"Betty, get Dr. Dolin his clothes."

Stacy turned to the humiliated vulnerable naked male who now passively begged her to be allowed to leave the FemTech office to go home.

"And you, Dr. Dolin, I have so very much enjoyed our little discussion. And I am extremely glad that I could be of help to you with your 'hands-on' research. I do hope and expect to see you again very soon to have further discussions about the addictive quality of princk juices. I must say, I was impressed by your bravery, although a little surprised at your foolishness."

Dr. Dolin was still a bit groggy. "Betty, help the good doctor into his clothes, will you. I want him to look decent when I have our security officers return him to Marsha, his wife. I'm sure she will have some interesting questions for him, especially when she smells his breath. It takes a while to begin to smell like a human being after imbibing the amount of princk juice he did."

She looked at Michael. "You know, Dr. Dolin, very few men can last three days without more princkcum, especially after the initial princking you received. Oh, well, it should be quite the conversation with Marsha … and with your daughter," she said laughing.

"You … know … Marsha?"

"Of course, Dear Doctor. Wasn't she the one who was egging you on last week to 'save the men in the Pens,' and insisting that you come to the Institute to uncover the 'enemy.' Marsha's quite the woman, Michael. By next Sunday night both she and your daughter will be even more 'woman' then you could have ever imagined. You and your two sons are going to go through a change-of-life experience," Stacy said with a laugh.

She moved closer to him, and he lowered his eyes in shame. As she walked around him to review the psychological destruction she had inflicted, she gently ran her hands across his chest and sides and back, and then stopped in front of him, very close, intimately close, with her hands grasping his butt. She looked at his face, but his eyes remained shamefully averted from hers. Her gentle caress of his ass changed as her long sharp fingernails dug into his nether checks and then said more seriously, very seriously as her voice turn menacingly deep, "I think your leadership of your anti-princk organization may be 'cumming' to an end, your end, Dr. Dolin. Good-bye, for now."

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"Mom?"

"Yes, Helen," Dr. Ruth Miller said to her young daughter.

"Mom, can we go to the Pens this afternoon after we go jogging?"

"Sure, I don't see why not. I'll give Stacy a call and set it up. What a great idea!"

End of Chapter Four — Sue Dexter

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