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Author's note: Sue Dexter's transformation is beginning, and so are the lives of the males closest to her. Don't you wish you were there?
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Mysty at mystymason172@hotmail.com.
Sue Dexter Chronicles — Chapter 17
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At the local FemTech Field Office, Sue had already entered the tranquil environment of the lagoon-like Enhancement Pools and was in the process of receiving a massage and advice from Mona Rathton, her lovely FemTech guide. Within the pool, the erotic stimulation of pulsing streams of warm water caressed Sue's body. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, FemTech's Gynophallic™ plasma technology began to form the desired appendage — new to her, but perfected and commonly familiar to FemTech.
Gradually, leisurely, her princk began to take form and shape and lengthen, and if she took her glance away from her pelvis and then looked back, she might see its gradually growing outline below the rippling water. She could begin to feel the hint of a pleasant weight between her legs, a force ... perhaps? At the same time there seemed to be a blossoming sense of internal urgency of a nature previously unknown to her, except in her imaginings.
On an oh-so-subtle level the pool's programmed microslivers had initiated their migration within Sue to their programmed venues to form her Internal Hormonal Units (“IHU” or “Gynads™”). These units would almost mature and be fully developed before Sue would leave the pool, and would rapturously compel her to what many considered a radical (but frighteningly more common) expression of an aggressive new womanhood. To FemTech, it was simply acknowledging a new feminine force of nature.
Later, quite soon, Sue Dexter would be brought a subject ... a sacrificial lamb ... upon whom to test her new sexual equipment. The guinea pig, randomly chosen, would be Hector Valez, age 57. Hector came to the United States with his parents when he was five years old, excelled in academics and sports, graduated high school near the top of his class, graduated from an Ivy League college, became an investment banker in Connecticut, married into old money, had two children and then, at age 29, cheated on his beautiful wife while on a business trip in California. The woman he picked up in his high-end Los Angeles hotel lobby was Maryjane Offerton, unfortunately for him — a princkmistress. After Hector was banded, Mrs. Valez was notified of her husband's indiscretions and Hector spent the next six months amusing both his wife and Ms. Offerton. After his financial assets were effectively transferred to his wife, he was transferred to a local PENS for purposes of prostate and seminal vesicle fluid production and general recreational use.
Recently, his weary prostate ruptured for the second time. The approximately 28 years of stimulated continuous overproduction had taken its toll and his prostate, although now “healed,” was no longer up to production standards and he was scheduled for his last service to FemTech, his “retirement” ceremony, you might say.
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A virgin princkmistress' first sexual encounter is invariably difficult for males, ... very difficult. Her glistening penile lubricant carries its usual slightly bitter almond-like taste, but her seminal precum is suprisingly sweet and not yet fully matured into its repulsive flavor. That unexpected sweetness encourages a male to suck voraciously at its source (if the encounter is oral). However, it is virgin princk cum, either ingested orally or administered rectally that causes the male his ultimate distress. Its effect is to not immediately terminate — but rather quickly suspend — a male's non-vital physical life functions and retard and slowly degrade the others, although the mental functions remain alert until the end. The composition of virgin princkcum is simply too concentrated to be tolerated by a male. The results are ... predictable.
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Meanwhile, back in Sue's bedroom ... as Claire withdrew her stockinged foot from Henry's rapidly deflating penis ...
“Dad!” Robert cried out. “How could you let them do that to you?”
“I ... I ... it felt too good. I couldn't help it.”
“No! No, dad! I mean how could you let them catch you? You're a grown-up. Oh, dad. What are we going to do?”
Robert turned toward Claire (to the extent that he could move his head) and pleaded, “Claire, Claire. I'm sorry about what I said to you. Please let me go. Please! Please!” Tears were streaming down Robert's face.
“Shut up, you little sissy,” yelled Henry. “Damn, what a baby.”
“You'll see, dad. You'll see! They do things to you. You won't like it. It's going to hurt. Oh, please Claire! Let me go!”
By this time, Robert was sobbing heavily and his breath came in little jerks.
“Robert. I can't let you go; your mom wants to keep you. Otherwise, though, I would take you home with me. Hmm, I would tether you by your little balls to a steel ring bolted in the floor of my basement. My friends and I would definitely have lots of fun with you. Hmm,” Claire thought out loud, “Maybe Sue will let him come visit with me.”
Claire looked at Robert, “Either way, honey, you're never going to be ‘let go,' if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, Claire,” Robert sobbed.
Henry looked a little pensive. “Um, like what, Robert? What do they do to you?”
“Well, they ...,” Robert began to answer, but Claire interjected herself.
“We do many little things ... like penile piercings without anesthetic. How does that sound, Mr. Dexter? Robert's about to get one now. Would you like to watch?”
“Please, Claire. Please don't,” Robert softly begged.
“Better yet, I'll make a deal with you, Mr. Dexter, and you can show Robert what a good father and brave man you are. Hmm ... maybe make up for some of those years of failing to keep in touch, so to speak. Here's what I'll do. I will use anesthetic for his penile piercings if you volunteer to let me give you the same piercings without the anesthetic. In other words, if you agree to bear his pain, his piercings will be painless. How about that?
“Oh, yes, dad! Please. Oh, that would be wonderful. Please, dad, please. Will you?”
Henry Dexter turned his head and frowned.
“I'm told that it's really not so bad, Mr. Dexter. Just two small holes: one in the base of your penis and one right through its little, teensy-weensy underdeveloped head. And then we insert the titanium rings through the little holes to give you, you know, the opportunity for guidance and direction in your life. How does that sound, Mr. Dexter? Are you, um ... up for that?”
“You're both crazy! I'm not going to volunteer for anything.”
“Dad. Please, dad. Please do it for me.”
“Damn, Robert. You really are a whinny little bastard, aren't you?”
Claire shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, well. We gave you a chance to be a man. But your cowardice is just too prominent a part of your personality, I guess.”
“Shit,” said Henry Dexter. “If you were asked to make that sacrifice, would you?”
“For someone I loved, yes. Of course,” said Claire.
Henry just lowered his face and looked away.
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Meanwhile ...
“Hello, Abby. *** Yes, this is Erica Olmsted from FemTech returning your call. *** Believe me, it's no problem at all. *** I spoke to Dr. Ettleston and she will be ready to assist you with your son tonight, but the time frame is very, very short. *** That's silly. No, he's definitely not too young. I mean, he's a male, isn't he? (Laughter) *** He is? That's really sweet. I know you're really going to like what's going to happen. *** No, it's not traceable and it only takes a very small amount. *** No. He won't resist at all; you'll see. *** Oh, I think you'll notice a reaction, even if it's not immediately apparent. *** I bet you do, and we're here to help you and other women realize that goal. *** You're so welcome *** Okay, set your phone to vibrate so he doesn't hear it and I call you soon. *** Bye bye.”
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© 2005 MystyMason
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