Dexter Chronicles

Sue Dexter — Chapter 5

Marsha Dolin was sitting in her living room with her daughter, Katy, when the four FemTech Security Officers arrived with Marsha's husband, Dr. Michael Dolin. By all appearances, he didn't look much different than when he left for the FemTech Institute that morning for his appointment with Dr. Phillips.

Marsha had met Dr. Stacy Phillips at an informational seminar put on by FemTech. Michael had forbidden Marsha to attend such things, but Marsha was intrigued by the promise of personal and sexual freedom in her life. Because of Michael's prominence in the anti-FemTech movement, Stacy had singled Marsha out for special attention, and the two of them had spent over two hours at a coffee shop after the official seminar just engaged in "girl talk."

•••

"Well, Michael, how did your meeting with Dr. Phillips go?" Marsha walked over to her sheepish looking husband. She wasn't sure what she would find; Stacy had promised her he would be a changed man. He certainly didn't have any of his customary swagger. As she approached him, she detected a foul odor emanating from his mouth. "Michael, your breath is ... well ... disgusting. What have you been eating?"

The Security Officers giggled amongst themselves, but otherwise remained composed and silent. She was surprised and empowered by Michael's submissive silence.

"Well, Michael, speak up!"

"I… I was doing research … ah … conducting an experiment with Dr. Phillips at the FemTech Institute."

"What kind of an experiment, Michael? Was it interesting?"

"Look, Marsha, my, uhm, professional activities are, uhm, none of your business. I'll take care of the intellectual aspects of our existence and … and … you take care of the house and cleaning."

Stacy had told Marsha that Michael would fight back, and that she should be prepared to act immediately and viciously. Of course, the presence of four Security Officers made her feel especially bold and dangerous. With only slight hesitation, she kicked Michael as hard as she could in his balls.

For a moment, Michael just stood there slightly swaying, as if nothing happened except for the stunned look on his face. Again her leg lashed out and again found its mark. Michael's mouth opened and he tried to speak, but no words came out. His knees began to give way and his hands came feebly forward as if to stop an unseen blow. Again, she struck with her foot, and this time he fell forward, hard, striking his face on the floor. Quickly, he collapsed into a mass of crying, choking, and vomiting male helplessness. His face was beet red and in between his screams and moans, he fought to regain his breath.

"Oh, Mom, that was wonderful!" Katy exclaimed clapping her hands together. "It looked so easy. Was it hard?" Marsha shook her head. "You're the best mom ever! I love you!"

'Ma'am," Chief Tracy Henderson said, "Would you like us to band him?"

"Yes. Yes, of course."

"Okay," Tracy said. "Hand me the adult binding set."

The officers undressed him, then bound his arms and wrists behind him. Then they cuffed his ankles together, and linked them to his wrists. They then attached the spreader to his knees, and adjusted it until it was clearly uncomfortable for him, with his penis and testicles fully exposed and accessible. Medical Technician Officer Marcie Oakfield opened up the small case she had brought with her and knelt down between Michael's legs. "Wow, you got some great kicks in there. Look how swollen his balls are becoming!" The women all gathered around him, and Katy said, "Gosh, they're turning colors already. Nice job, mom."

Marcie took out a set of calipers and did some preliminary measurements, and looked up at Marsha and said, "I'm surprised you had any children. Wow! He's kinda small, isn't he?" They all laughed, except for Michael who was still gasping for breath.

Marcie selected one of the thick titanium bands and showed it to Marsha and Katy. "It's quite simple. This band slips apart at this seam, and" … (grabbing his balls with the other hand and casually stretching his testicle sack away from his body as … far … as … it … would … go) … "closes around the top of his testicle sack… just … like … this (snap), and then tightly locks in place. Only FemTech has the combination. The inner surface of the band contains FemTech's organic micro-slivers which will immediately begin to replicate themselves and intertwine through and around his testicle and penile mass, at least what there is of it," she said contemptuously. "You know, the slivers somehow overrun his balls and penis and stuff. I don't know exactly what it does in there, I just know it doesn't work with princks, and that's all I care about. The band contains a small battery which is constantly being recharged by your husband's own bioelectrical system. It's pretty neat."

"After about thirty-six hours, the micro-slivers will have invaded his spinal cord and eventually work their way into the core of his nervous system. If he took the band off in the first twenty-four hours by ripping his balls off, he would just loss his balls and the functioning of his cock, but he would live."

Marcie looked at Michael, "But if you take it off after thirty-six hours, you lose the functioning of the parts of you that pace your breathing and heartbeat and you die a pretty slow, gruesome death. I've seen it happen many times at the lab when FemTech was perfecting this thing and we were restraining the test subjects. None of them lived."

"So, Marsha, once a male has been banded, like him and soon your sons, FemTech through its global positioning system can always keep track of them and monitor their whereabouts. It's sort of like an anti-stray dog system. You'll always know where they are, and we will always be able to identify them. The band is also 100% compatible for new features and should never be obsolete. If it does get out of date, we'll just place a new one next to this one. Never a charge, of course.

"Isn't nice to know you'll never get lost, Michael?" Marsha laughed.

Marcie continued talking to Marsha and Katy, "There's an upgrade in the works now to use the band as a training or punishment device. Once it's ready for distribution, we'll give each user a companion band. Your bands would contain no micro-slivers, but they would have a powerful little transmitter, and we would train you how to use it to cause the banded male a range of mild to excruciating pain or complete incapacitation or, if you wish, death. The downside shown by our experiments so far indicate that if it's used for punishment too often, and it's so tempting to do so, the banded male's inner electrical system gets fried and he eventually losses strength and the ability to serve. Actually, fried, males are sometimes used for instructional purposes. Quite humorously, at times. You may see some of them at the seminar tonight. Of course, even after we get the punishment band perfected, there's still going to be a break-in period, a learning curve for the user, where males are going to get over-zapped. Don't worry if you fry a few males before you get the hang of it; there are plenty more. I fried my first two banded test males in five minutes before I got the hang of it. One of them is still alive in a comfort station at FemTech's Market Street Field Office. They can actually live quite long if they are fed plenty of princkjuice, and believe me, they are!" she laughed.

"Marcie … Chief Henderson, Security Officer Victoria Nelson said, "Sorry to interrupt you, but here come the sons."

"Excellent, Victoria, excellent. Break out two juvenile binding sets and two more bands and let's get started on them as soon as they walk in."

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When the twins, Stevie and Alex, opened the door, Stevie was the first to give Katy, his little sister, the usual greeting, "So, what's new, bitch?" He was quickly echoed by Alex, "Yeah, bitch, what's new?"

Katy simply stood there with her hands on her hips and defiantly said, "Your bandings, assholes! That's what's new!"

Off in the corner to their left they heard their dad moan and saw him painfully bound and ran over to him. "Dad, Dad what's happening?" Alec said, becoming really scared. Katy and their Mom simply stood and calmly watched as the two boys tried to unfasten their dad from the binding set. None of the restraints could be loosened. "Dad, your breath. God, it smells awful. What's going on?" pleaded Stevie.

"It's … it's … too late," he croaked, "I've been banded. You … will … be … too."

Just at that moment, the four officers stepped into the room and smiled at the boys. "It's banding time," they hummed.

•••

Dr. Ruth Miller and her young daughter, Helen, entered the Marshall Avenue Pens Center.

***

The Princk Extended Nutritional Studies ("Pens") buildings were the last stop for a number of banded males of all ages. The studies were, on the surface, quite simple: (1) What happens to a male if he is "fed" nothing but princkjuice over an extended period of time? (2) How long will males live if given nothing but princkjuice? (3) What types of physiological changes take place? (4) What types of psychological changes take place? (5) Which of and to what degree are these changes attributable to the (a) princkjuice, the (b) accommodations, and (c) other factors?

The accommodations were functional for the FemTech Institute. Each male was separately kept within an adjustable barred cage normally maintained at five feet long, by five feet wide, by five feet high, with various chains running from arms, legs, nose, testicles and perineum to various parts of the cube. These were called the "Marionette Controls." There were twenty-four cubes to a room, with each cube no closer than eight feet to another.

Each twenty-four cube room was equipped with high powered water sprays which systematically were turned on to clean every square inch of surface in the room, especially the males. The water then disappeared into vacuum assisted floor drains and then warm blowing air dried off the cages and males. There was very little feces or urine to speak of, because the princkjuices were almost 100% absorbed by the male. And in any event, the worst smell was always the princkjuices, and the hi-tech ventilation and filter systems took care of that. For the women who worked there or visited there, they were able to be in the rooms with no discomfort at all. As for the males … well, it was their way of life and not much thought was given to their comfort.

Actually some thought was given. For example, the sprays were body temperature and not too cold or too hot. The males were immediately dried off and not allowed to stay wet. The rooms were warm and comfortable in the winter and cool and comfortable in the summer. The bars of the cubes were hardened steel, but were covered on sides and top with an almost indestructible closed foam material that was soft to the touch. The bottom of the cube was covered in the same material and the bars were wide and flat to protect the males' arms and legs. Of course, some of these concessions to comfort were really simply necessary for the males' survival and the integrity of the experiment, but they still worked to provide the subjects with some modicum of comfort. Even the International Red Cross agreed that the sanitary and comfort levels of the Pens were within permissible living condition standards for voluntary medical subjects. And each of the males in the Pens had, in fact, signed a release not only authorizing that they be made participating subjects, but specifically asking FemTech to do so, and to do so indefinitely. FemTech was only too happy to oblige, and the Pens system was constantly growing.

Women without princks often volunteered their husbands, brothers, sons, fathers or business partners, and would contact FemTech who took care of the details, such as capture and legalities. Princkmistresses often brought their banded males to the Pens to live out their days as a punishment for disobedience or simply as a ways of disposal. While in the Pens these males were constantly fed princkjuices by women who liked to deal with helpless addicted, submissive males. And it was no surprise that the vast majority of the males were fed by female relatives or prior associates of all ages: ex-wives, daughters, stepmothers, secretaries, teachers, etc.

It was quite simple. Feedings took place at 9:00 A.M., 2:00 P.M., 8:00 P.M., and 3:00 A.M., or at other times upon prior arrangement. The princkmistress simply signed in at the front desk of one of the many Pens Centers and took the elevator to the floor of her choice. The subject male was designated and she would go to his cube. Each male had been given a deep cartilage piercing through his nose and a deep muscle piercing in his perineum, as well as two control collars—one around his neck and one around his balls (next to his banding). If the feeding was to be given orally, the male's nose piercing and neck collar were ratcheted to an opening in the "front" of the cube, and she took him by his mouth until her orgasm released him. If the feeding was to be given anally, his anus and balls were ratcheted to an opening at the "rear" of the cube, and she invaded him rectally. A Princk Security Officer was always present to assist the princkmistress and to act to save the life of the test subject if it caused no inconvenience to the user. Because of the Security Officers abilities, and because of the many changes that princkjuices cause after prolonged feedings, very few deaths occurred.

***

"Hi, Dr. Miller. Here to see Prof. Miller, again? And who do you have with you?"

"Hi, Cindy. I'm here to see William, and this time I've brought our daughter, Helen."

"Ruth, she's beautiful!" Cindy looked at Helen, "Hi, Helen. Is this your first time to see your father here?"

"Yes, it is. I'm so excited. This place is really cool!

"Thanks, Helen. Shall I send an escort with you?" Helen looked to her mother for a response.

"No thanks, Cindy. I certainly know my way there by now."

"Of course. By the way, I'm sure William will be very glad to see you. Per your instructions, we haven't allowed him to be fed for thirty hours." Helen clapped her little hands together with glee.

"Thanks, Cindy. I do want him to be very, very eager to great his daughter."

***

Helen and her mom got off on the sixteenth floor and walked down the gleaming corridor and entered Room 1627.

"Hi, Ruth. This must be Helen."

"Yes, Maggie. Meet Helen, my daughter. Are you going to be our Security officer for today?"

"Yes. Come this way. He'll be anxious to see you. Would you like nostril filters for the smell of the princkcum?"

"No, thanks, said Ruth, "We won't be here long, and the ventilation system seems to be working quite well."

"Sure," said Maggie. "I don't use them anymore either since we switched to the new PR173 Filter System. It seems to be doing a great job."

"Maggie?"

"Yes, Helen."

"There are so many other women feeding their males. Is it usually this busy?"

"Yes, honey. It's almost always pretty busy here. And we're never, never bored. Of course, when it gets a little slow, and sometimes it does during holidays and really bad weather, the staff simply does more of the feedings than usual. Some people complain about the rainy weather, but it just makes us smile!"

***

There, on all fours, on a pneumatically controlled elevated platform, in a clean cube, was ex-professor William Miller. "Hello, William," said Ruth.

William passively lifted his head, saw who it was, and then instinctively backed away. "Oh. Oh. Hello, Ruth. You, ah, ah, look quite well," he meekly said.

"Hi, daddy!" exclaimed Helen

William blanched at his daughter's voice. "Christ, Ruth. Did you have to bring her here to watch?" William said pleadingly.

"Actually, William, she's not here to watch. I am."

"Daddy?"

William swung his head to face her. She was remarkably petite, quite perfectly proportioned, and amazingly strong for her body weight. Because of her small size, certain things about her seemed ... larger, such as her breasts and … . She lifted the front of her skirt and showed him her lovely stiffening princk. "I'm here to examine you, daddy. Say, 'ahhhh.'"

Helen chuckled and nodded to Maggie. Maggie's fingers lifted the waterproof door to the control panel and adjusted the dials controlling the titanium chain that connected William's nose to the front of the cage. Another knob lowered the cube until William's mouth and Helen's sweet princk were on the same level.

"Get ready, daddy." Helen approached the cage like the predator she was; she was stalking his helpless mouth. William tried weakly to resist, and his eyes were open wide with fear. At the touch of a third knob his arms were raised behind him and a fourth drew his neck forward and pressed his mouth firmly to the padded opening between the bars.

Helen began to breathe heavily as she took the next few steps forward. Her swaying princk was already glistening in the glare of the bright lights, and the tip of her pulsing princk pumped slimy precum on the floor. "Sorry, daddy. I shouldn't be spilling your food like that. It's wasteful."

And with that she drove herself into his pinned, open, toothless mouth. Her swollen princkhead temporally stalled at his gums, but she eagerly grabbed the bars and confidently thrust her hips forward popping her princkhead past his gums and towards its journey down his helpless, but very, very snug throat. The standing mouth-rape was sooo good. Helen's young hips rocked and swung freely and sensuously back and forth, while her father reluctantly began to suck the repulsive princkjuice he so desperately needed to live.

He always thought that if this day should arrive, that he would simply somehow not swallow and try to starve himself. But he couldn't do it, and instead he sucked and sucked and sucked hard and well. He looked up at his daughter's beautiful cruel face. She was in a state of transcendent ecstasy and he began to suck at her princk, not just to feed himself, but to give this superior creature the most pleasure he possibly could give. His fear had momentarily changed to abject awe and worship.

And he was doing a good job. While Ruth and Maggie discussed politics and the weather, Helen's pre-cum was gradually replace by princkcum, and Helen began to ruthlessly pummel her father's throat with her long greasy tool.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted with each powerful thrust. "Ohh, ohh, daddy, daddy. Oh, daddy! AHHHHHH!" she screamed with her head thrown back which emphasize the forward lunging of her pelvis.

And William seemed to be on the verge of both choking to death and not being able to get enough of her. He both gagged and gasped at the pain and fear he was experiencing, but also empathetically moaned with the pleasure of her excitement, even though he was in pain and her juices were foul. He had, at that moment, transcended his ego and existed solely for his attacker's pleasure, just as he regularly did when Ruth took him. Yes, the FemTech experiments were proceeding well.

Eventually, Helen's orgasm fully depleted her and she barely held herself up by the bars of her father's cage. "Mother," she turned and gasped, "You were so right! That was great!" Helen backed her princk out of her father's throat, and with a gratifying effort, squeeeezed it past his gums, forcing a pleasurable stream of compressed princkcum to squirt deep to the back of William's throat. "Wow! Mom, his mouth is sort of like a circular squeegee!" she squealed with the youthful pleasure of discovery.

She held still for a moment with her still stiff princk barely in his mouth so that it just rested, bobbing on his lower lip. He submissively and adoringly sucked and licked her princkhead as her juices continued to gently flow. Looking up into her cool clear eyes, he pressed his face, like a sexual supplicant painfully into the bars of the cube hoping to continue and enhance his contact, however degrading, with his daughter's penis.

Helen's eyes rolled up into the back of her head triggered by her father's tonguing and his slavish looks and a massive post-orgasmic release shook through her, driving herself this time most viciously into her father's face with an ascendant scream, "Oh, Oh. Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" as she reached under her T-Shirt and pinched and rolled the nipples of her generous firm breasts and then collapsed, blissfully, against the soft bars of the cage. Ruth and Maggie just looked at each other and arched their eyebrows approvingly.

When Helen finally came around from her sexual wonderment, she pulled her princk steadily back until her father's gums once against warmly squeezed it. "Out you come," purred Helen to her princk. "You can come back for a visit on another day." And with that, she plopped her large purple-headed dragon out of her father's wet, choking mouth.

Her last princkjuice load was "post-orgasmic" which was always of a decidedly thicker, heavily viscous consistency, and William was in serious trouble, and would die without immediate medical attention.

"Wow, girl," said Maggie. "I do believe you plugged him up completely," she said shaking her head and reaching for a small nozzle under the cage. "Damn. Your princk should have a 'Danger' label," she laughed. "You're awesome, kid." Helen and Ruth just beamed. Maggie turned on the warm water and placed a small, soft silicone, gently rounded princkhead on the nozzle and fed it into his non-breathing mouth, past his lips, jaw and tongue and into his throat. Quickly the warm water loosened and broke-up the princkcum obstruction and allowed him to swallow it and breathe again.

Everyone looked relieved. "Umm. Did I do something wrong," asked Helen.

"Girl," said Maggie, "You did everything just right. If I were your mom, I'd be mighty proud. You're something else. Besides, honey, that's what I'm here for, to keep this little experiment going as long as it can. You did just fine."

"Absolutely," said Ruth. "You're just a lot for your father to handle. But it sure looked to me that he was willing to die trying," and they all laughed.

William had finally come around, and the tube was withdrawn from the coughing man's face. He looked up longingly at Helen and Ruth. "Please, please take me home. Please," he earnestly begged.

"Sorry, William," said Ruth, "You know the rules."

"But, but, Ruth… ." But Ruth was not really paying attention to him anymore. He had asked and she had answered, and the discussion was over as far as she was concerned.

"Wow, daddy. You were great! See ya soon," said Helen wiping off her princk with a damp cloth, tossing it in a disposal container, and turning to leave with her mother.

"Wow, mom," said Helen pensively. "He was so, so … fearful, and … subservient and … uhm … passionate. Yes, uhm, and … compliant and … humble. Oh, yeah! I love it, mom. Don't you?"

"It's quite satisfying, Helen, dear. Quite a change and very satisfying."

***

In the hallway, Dr. Ruth Miller with a deep, knowing smile walked past the rooms and rooms of submissive caged males and patted her daughter playfully on her beautiful buoyant butt. "Yes, they're quite submissive, aren't they. Yum."

While Ruth and Helen walked along the long, sterile hallways toward the elevators, which would take them out into the clean, breezy air, Ruth also mused about other FemTech male "volunteers," such as those in "Experimental Group R137," and thought satisfyingly to herself. "Yes. And quite useful, too."

End of Chapter Five — Sue Dexter

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