Dexter Chronicles

Writers Note: Sue Dexter meets Robert's very special weekend "baby sitter" from FemTech. Would you like being left in her capable hands for a few days, huh? We'll see. And of course, we can't forget about the great outdoors, as Angela and Barbara meet Mitch. Not exactly a happy camper.

Sue Dexter — Chapter Six

Robert still hung from the bottom of Sue's dressing table like an inverted sacrificial lamb ready for a slaughter of some sort. Sue looked at him and then left him where he was and went downstairs and walked through her mansion to her living room. She strolled around thinking about the seminar at FemTech she was about to attend and the dramatic changes that would follow.

The doorbell chimed. For a moment she expected one of the maids to get the door, and then she remember that she had given the servants the days off for this very special weekend. At the door was a young woman from the FemTech Institute.

"Hello, Ms. Dexter. I'm Claire Winslow from FemTech. I'll be staying with your son, Robert, for the weekend."

"My," said Sue, looking at the beautiful women who stood before her, "You're quite young for a FemTech Security Officer, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. But your son is quite young, too, and that's why they sent me. I primarily work with the younger males. I haven't opted for a princk yet, but I'm fully trained and quite strong."

Sue looked her over. Obviously, she could take care of Robert; even a mouse could do that. Examining Claire more closely, Sue could see that Claire was physically quite well toned, with long sinewy muscles. Not bulky-strong, but a dangerous type that might move quickly and snap your neck. Quite a bit like a smaller version of herself, Sue thought.

"How many bandings have you performed, Claire?"

"Actually, Ms. Dexter, I've performed over three hundred, and more than twice that many piercings and piercing intubations. In fact, would you like Robert pierced after I band him? There's no extra charge you know."

Sue laughed to herself at the thought that money might ever be a consideration for her. But she knew that it obviously was an issue for others and she appreciated Claire's comment.

"Well," said Sue, "There are two piercings I'm considering: the nose and the perineum."

"Oh, yes," said Claire. "Excellent choices. The nose is an invisible intubation. We do the piercing and then place a surgical-quality nylon cylinder-keeper through the septum. It remains hidden and quite open, and very easy to attach a ring to it whenever you choose to bind a male to a leash or your princk harness or princk garter. It keeps him at his work, if you know what I mean. I've used that piercing in conjunction with a pelvic harness for forced extended cunnilingus and I'm definitely going to use one on a male after I get a princk."

"The perineum piecing is also a fine choice. It's a deep muscle piercing and a heavy ring is permanently set into the male. You can go to sleep or do anything you want and your princk will stay nice and warm and cozy with that piercing and harness working together," she laughed. "And you can always have these piercings done at any time if you don't want them done now. We'll come over whenever you like."

"Actually, Claire," sad Sue, "I've pretty much made my decision as to those types of piercings. But, please go on."

"Okay. I also understand that you've already had his teeth removed," said Claire. "That's great. It's always one of the most traumatic aspects of the male's initiation into his new life. You've done Robert a big favor by getting it done when he was so young and not waiting to the last minute. I've seen many males have a princk forced down their throats, and it's always somewhat less traumatic if their gums aren't still bleeding and tender from having all their teeth and teeth buds removed. Yes, you did Robert a real service."

Sue's breathing began to deepen a bit as Claire recounted seeing males orally raped. Sue remembered her epiphany, when Clarissa took Roger at the Club. That's where Sue's desires to do that exact same thing really took hold. For a moment she was lost in a daydream of sensual imaginings.

"Um, um, Ms. Dexter? Can I see where little Robert is before you leave for the Seminar?"

"Oh. Yes," said Sue, coming out of her sexual musings. "Of Course. Follow me. Claire, tell me, why no princk for you yet?"

Claire laughed. "Ms Dexter, having a princk causes FemTech's princked Security Officers to be sorely challenged when presented with trussed-up little males like the one I think you've got here. You've made it perfectly clear in the mandate that when you get back from the Institute, Robert is to still be a virgin. FemTech likes to send a pre-princk Security Officer on sensitive cases like this one, to avoid indiscretions caused by princk-enhanced sexual urges."

"Excellent, Claire. But I'll tell you this. Feel free to use him any other way you want. Maybe even make love to him. Give him a taste of what he'll never get again. That is if you can get that little dick of his up into you," she mockingly said.

"Oh, I'll have to see how pathetic he is. I might be able to manage. I actually like taking advantage of my charges."

They both smiled thinking how similar they were in some ways.

•••

Sue Dexter's mansion was spectacular, with every type of convenience available, and all very tasteful and understated. She just happened to like the best and could afford it. As they walked though Sue's home, they made some small talk about the weather, latest movies, etc.

When they entered Sue's bedroom, Robert had come fully around and began to fret when he saw Claire, a stranger. Claire walked right over to him and knelt down.

"Hi, Robert, I'm Claire Winslow from FemTech. I'm going to stay with you this weekend. Sort of baby sit you and get you ready for when your Mom comes home on Sunday afternoon."

The color immediately vanished from Robert's face.

"Mom. Mom! You're not going to FemTech, are you? She said FemTech. Please don't do that. Oh, nooo!"

Even as young as Robert was, he knew what FemTech was about and what happened to you if your mother went there on a Friday night.

"Are you going to get a princk? Please say no, mommy." Robert started to sob. "No, no, Mommy. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't do it."

"Oh, Robert. You're so silly," Sue said consolingly. "You're going to do anything I want, anyway. Of course, I'm going to get a princk."

"What are you crying about, Robert?" Claire said. "Your mother is so beautiful. You're going to be spending much more time together in a very intimate way. I think you're lucky."

But Robert could not be consoled, and he struggled against his bonds and cried and screamed and tried to thrash himself out of his solid restraints, with his legs kicking wildly behind him. Sue and Claire simply got up and walked out of the bedroom and downstairs to the living room.

"Claire, I definitely want him banded and pierced, one in the nose and one in the perineum. And because of the embarrassing little scene up there, I want him given the two penile piercings as well: the ampallang piercings. You know, the ones right through the head of his penis and the other through its base, both with the titanium locking rings. His little dick isn't good for much else and he needs to understand that I own everything in this house, including him and every part of him. And Claire, when you pierce his penis, tell him why. He is never to embarrass me again. Tell him!"

"Oh, I will, I will, Ms. Dexter."

"And one more thing, Claire. About the piercings in his dinky penis…. I'm leaving this part up to you. If you want to, … if he gives you any trouble, … if you think it's better for long-term training purposes, … or if you simply would enjoy it better yourself, you have my permission to do it without any anesthesia. It's entirely up to you. And save it all on the video. I want to watch it later."

"Thank you, Ms. Dexter, and don't worry. I'll see how it goes with Robert and let my experience be my guide as to the anesthesia. I've done it with or without many times, and have all the medical and binding equipment I need in the car. As for the video, I love being recorded and women love seeing what happened to their males over the FemTech weekend. Thanks for all the trust; I won't disappoint you. Have a great experience!"

Sue Dexter left the house to begin an incredibly magnificent new adventure. As the door closed, Claire swooned a bit with her back against it; the thought of non-anesthetized penile piercings caused her to audibly moan, and she dropped one hand to her heated vagina and began to sweetly rub herself in anticipation of her activities with Robert.

••••

When Barbara Crayton and Angela Wilson first met each other, it was love (or at least lust) at first sight. Both were personal trainers at the club where Sue saw Roger princked by Clarissa. Both women had obtained their two-year degrees in Physical Fitness Training at the local community college and that's where they had first meet. There's nothing like working out and sliding one slippery sweaty body against another's to spark a romance. Both women had been raised by princkmistresses and both had been princkettes since childhood. When it came to sexually exercising their muscular, sexually hungry vaginas they liked each other's gentle, teasing caresses and tongues better than anything else. But when it came time to using their volcanic princks, there was nothing better than the tight inner confines of virgin males. Unfortunately for men, these women were beautiful, sexy, irresistible, strong and prone to not give a shit about the survival of their love-object-de jour. As long as the poor saps were conscious and squirming, preferably resisting and fighting back, the women were quite satisfied. If the men survived, that was okay. But if they didn't live long enough for a repeat performance … well, there were lots of other easy targets available.

•••

One afternoon after work, Barb and Angela decided to go for a swim at a secluded pond not far from Bay City. They climbed into their little sports car and zoomed off for some fresh mountain air and playful privacy. They weren't sure if they were pleased or disappointed when, after hiking into the woods for fifteen minutes, they found a twenty-something man camping on the grassy slope along side their favorite pond.

Deciding to make the best of the circumstances, they winked at each other and walked over to the camper. "Hi. Do you mind if we share your little piece of paradise?"

"Um, no. Ah, would you like a beer," he offered.

"Nope. It's not good to drink or eat before you swim; didn't your mother ever tell you that?" asked Angela. And with that comment, she reached over her head and grabbed the collar of her tight rugby shirt with two hands and roughly yanked it off over her head, leaving a skimpy bright yellow bikini top to cover (sort of) her young breasts. As she began to peal off her jean cutoffs, she said to Barb, "Last one in is a out-of-shape heifer!"

Barb practically ripped off her shirt, shorts and sandals and the two of them, with barely contained breasts bouncing, went splashing into the pleasant water of the clean, crystal clear hard-bottomed mountain pond. For about five minutes they swam and played around. Finally, Angela swam over to where the camper sat watching them. "Hey, big guy. What's your name?"

"Mitch; my name's Mitch."

"Hey, Mitch. Come on in. There's plenty of room in here."

"Okay. Sure." Mitch put down his beer, and took off his sandals and shirt, and dove in with his swimming trunks on. Angela was eyeing him and figuring out his height and weight. They all swam around and playfully splashed water at each other. To Mitch, it was a playful game. To the women, it was a way of measuring their prey— how strong was he; how well did he swim; how was his aerobic stamina? He was certainly no competition for either of them.

Angela dove under the water and disappeared for a few seconds while Mitch and Barb treaded water. "Phew," said Mitch, "I think I've got to get back to shore." Just then, Angela resurfaced with a small piece of yellow cloth in her hand. "Hey, Mitch, catch." Her bikini bottom flew toward him and he caught it with his right hand. "Throw me your bottoms, too, Mitch."

"Holy shit," he thought, and he dove under and ripped off his trunks and threw them to her. He was really turned on, but he was reaching the limits of his strength. "I (puff puff) need to get back to the shore (puff puff)," Mitch said, pretty tired.

"Here, Mitch, catch," said Barb, as a small blue thong flew in his direction. He didn't even try to catch it; he was too busy trying to stay afloat. He turned to get to the shore, but Angela was blocking his direction. "Oh, Mitch, don't be a baby. Stay out here with us."

"Can't (puff puff) do it, beautiful. Sorry. I need to take a breather."

"Here, I'll help you." Angela swam like a fish (a shark?) around behind him and kind of climbed up on him and drove him under water. Barb came over and held him under a bit, too. Then they both pulled him up so that he could get some air. He still thought they were just playing. "I … I …I …can't swim so good."

"Yes, we know," said Angela, swimming around.

Angela swam over behind him again and placed her right hand around his chest and slid her left hand down his front until she was able to get a good, solid grip on his stiffening little (compared to her) cock. His whole body jolted from her unexpected forwardness. "Whoa, there girl!" he said with a big, but strained, smile.

Angela then slid beneath him and kicked her legs hard against the bottom of the pond driving her lower body up under him against his bare exposed bottom.

"Shit, what's that," he yelped, feeling her stiff princk touch his ass cheeks.

"That," hissed Angela into his ear, "is your life raft. Would you like to climb aboard?"

Mitch tried to get away, back to shore, but the women were too strong. After a few more dunkings he had swallowed enough water to be really scared and panicky. They maneuvered him toward a large underwater, gently slopping flat rock near the west side of the pond. Angela could plant her feet on the very edge of the rock while Barb easily swam around and both kept Mitch's feet from touching anything but water.

"Mitch," Barb screamed at the now terrified man, "If you want to live, you better climb onto Angela's princk."

Actually, there was little Mitch could do. Barb threw her hair behind her head and untied the straps of her bikini top, freeing two beautifully shaped orbs tipped with rock-hard pink nipples stiffened by the cool water of the pond. Angela and Barb pivoted Mitch around so that he faced Angela. With her bikini top straps, Barb, with Angela's help, began to bind Mitch's hands as he flailed about looking for some purchase on the slippery bodies around him. They were methodical; giving each other eye cues and nods as they worked against him as a well-trained team. First, the right hand, then the left, and his arms were fastened securely behind his back. With his arms useless, he had tried to stay afloat by wrapping his legs around Angela's firm waist, thereby absolutely, fully and fatally exposing his sphinctal target to Angela.

"Now, Mitch," Angela laughed, "Do you want to live?"

"Please, help me!"

Angela's princk was fully engaged and covered in its own princk-emitting lubricant. Using the strength of her hips, and his cock as a positioning handle, she began to position Mitch to be able to thrust up into him. She felt the lubricated head of her princk begin to easily slide between Mitch's slippery and widely spread wet ass cheeks. She nodded to Barb, who then lunged herself out of the water and leaped atop of Mitch's shoulders pressing him down onto Angela's erect princk. At the same moment, Angela released her grip on Mitch's penis and reached under water with both hands and grabbed the tops of Mitch's thighs, and pushed them down with strong arms, and hunched violently up into him with her powerful hips. With Barb's magnificent weight driving down on Mitch's shoulders, and Angela's actions, Mitch began a sickeningly steady descent onto Angela's generously endowed princk. First the head of Angela's massive tool began to wedge up and force its way into Mitch's anus. His head flew back and his mouth was thrust open, but no sound came out at first, and his eyes got round with fear and shock. He tried to somehow get off of Angela's steel-hard, thick skewer, but there was no escape or retreat. He yowled in pain as his rectum was ruthlessly stretched to accommodate her thick bulbous princk head.

"Arghh noooo, ahrggr, ohhhh, noooo!" Mitch wailed in helplessness and degradation.

"Please … let … me … go!"

But Barbara kept jerking her weight down on his shoulders and Angela began to increase the intensity of her upward thrusts, until inch after steady abundant inch, Mitch was finally fully impaled on Angela's massive sensitive stiffness. Steady tears were running down Mitch's face.

"Mitch. Would you like to talk to me? Do you have anything you would like to ask me?" purred Angela. "Come on, Mitch. We're making love. Say sweet things to me. Hmm?"

Angela's thrusts had stopped, but her princk was giving her the most exquisite pleasure. She could feel it independently pumping volume after volume of princk precum through the gorgeous length of her princk and into Mitch's vulnerable hungry bottom. Mitch hung like a baby with his face on Angela's shoulder with his ravaged anus firmly clamped around the base of Angela's proud standard. He was sobbing.

"Why … (ohhh) are … you … (oww) doing … (argh) this … to …(sob sob) me?

Angela looked at Barb. "You know. I sort of like him. Let's take him to the shore." Barb rolled her eyes.

Half walking on the large under water stone and half swimming, she reached the shore fully (and deeply) coupled with Mitch. Still carrying him with his legs around her waist, she walked a bit up the soft grassy slope and lowered herself to her knees with Mitch between her legs. He was still crying.

Now she really had him, Angela thought. She released her grip around his back and slightly lifted herself off him pulling about two thick inches of her princk from his sore rear end. He just lay there panting, until he realized her weight wasn't on him and he tried to squirm out from under her. Angela looked at Barb, smiled, and then began a steady thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw and thrust. Damn, this felt good. Mitch kept trying to squiggle out from under her, and that only made it better. She reached to her bikini top and unsnapped the front clasp; the top fell open and apart as the bikini cups separated from their oh-so-precious cargo. Angela, although blond, had sweet, large dark areolas with large nipples perched high atop her breasts. Mitch may have been in grievous pain, but he was a man. If these breasts were the last things he ever saw, he would die a happy man, and that might just happen.

Barb had plans of her own. She knelt alongside Mitch's head and began to rub her thick princk all over his face. Heavy dollops of gooey princk precum were throbbing out of her princk and she was close to going all the way just from watching her lust-mate raping Mitch.

"Damn," yelled, Angela, "Don't point that thing at me!" Angela reached under Mitch's neck and jerked his shoulders and neck up so that his head was cruelly bent backwards and his forehead was almost fully on the grass. A man's jaw became paralyze if you did it just right, and these women were experts. "Barb! Don't get any of that crap on me. Stick it down his throat!"

Angela watched as Barb began to maneuver her rod past Mitch's lips and teeth and into his frozen jaws. "Damn, you're beautiful," Angela said admiringly to Barb. But Barb was not listening; the silky warm tightness of Mitch's throat was causing Barb's tool to erupt with princkcum. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Barb was ecstatic with pleasure, as huge quantities of hot cream erupted from deep within her churning balls into Mitch's face.

Barb's orgasms always came fast and with remarkable intensity, and Barb went to a differently planet when she was having one. After Angela knew that Barb had gotten immeasurable pleasure from Mitch's throat, Angela decided to keep Mitch alive a little longer for her own use. Being very, very careful not to get any princk juice on herself, Angela gently pushed Barb back and out of Mitch's throat and mouth and carefully, very carefully with a fingertip (which she immediately wiped on the grass) redirected Barb's still pumping organ away from her direction.

"Damn, when that girl explodes, she explodes." Barb was still moaning with pleasure, not even aware that she wasn't still down Mitch's throat anymore. But Mitch was still alive, sort of, and that's what Angela wanted. After she readjusted his neck to a more normal posture, she slowly began her own steady THRUST, withdraw THRUST, withdraw, and THRUST, to the background of Mitch's coughing and choking. Finally, Mitch opened his eyes sticky with princk juices and squinted through the goo at Angela. "I'm in heaven and I'm in hell," Mitch thought to himself.

"Are you still with us, Mitch?" He nodded.

"Are you ready?" He shook his head.

She took a deep breath and began to slowly draw her princk out until her large round princkhead stretched against the inside of his aching sphincter muscles. "Your intestines are like a natural warm wet tight glove, loverboy, and it feels sooo good to feel you around me." Angela was such a sweet talking romantic.

She pushed herself in and then pressed her fingertips into his belly. Ahh! She could feel herself moving inside him, thrusting inside him, deep, deep inside him. That was too much of a turn-on for her (or just the right amount).

"Oh, oh, OH!" she began to moan. "Oh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh, shit, oh shit. Oh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Sweet Mother!!" The lights went off in Angela's head as she began bucking wildly into him. Vast amounts of princkcum poured through Angela's deliriously pleasurable princk channels into his stretched, agitated guts and seeped out of his rectum with each powerful thrust. Mitch's pain was overwhelming and he would pass out, almost come to, sense a nightmare, recognize reality, scream, pass out and have the cycle repeat. Eventually, Angela's long, long orgasm reached its tumultuous conclusion and receded into a sweet blissful quietude. She slumped off to his side on the grass with her princk still fully invading his bowels.

Miraculously, Mitch was still alive … barely.

••••

"So, Robert," said Claire Winslow kneeling in front of the trussed up little package known as Robert Dexter, "Shall we do all this the easy way or the hard way, or the very, very hard way? We have all weekend. It's up to you. What do you say?"

Robert began to struggle and sputter and sob….

End of Sue Dexter — Chapter Six

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