Dexter Chronicles (Futa on male; very non-consenual)

Story by mysty

Sue Dexter—Chapter One

When Robert Dexter was quite young, he was diagnosed at his yearly dental check-up as suffering from an acute attack of a virulent gum and tooth disease, although he, himself, was experiencing no discomfort. The initial diagnosis was performed by Dr. Janet Cutler, and the extractions by an oral surgeon, Dr. Ruth Miller, both recent but extremely competent medical professionals.

“Well, Sue,” Dr. Miller said, “He’ll never bite anyone, or at least cause anyone discomfort; all his teeth are gone.” Sue and Ruth exchanged a secret smile and looked down at the diminutive Robert, who was not fully over the effect of anesthetics. “There are a few more things I could remove from him, if you’d like,” Ruth offered. “There’s not much down there anyway.”

“You know,” Sue whispered, “I like the idea of being able to tease him, and for that he needs desire and frustration. No, let’s leave him intact … for now. There is always time for him to catch another ‘disease’ later.”

•••

Sue Dexter wheeled her stepson to their car and helped him into the front seat, fastened his seat belt and drove towards their country home. She thought about how much interest he was beginning to pay to her, how he watched her when she crossed her long, sleek legs, or got dressed up to go out. She had had small video cameras set in the bathrooms and his bedroom, and she would monitor him from her laptop office watching him fondle her most intimate, delicate underwear that she would leave for him to find in one or another of the bathrooms. She mused about the day she would “accidentally” walk in while he had a pair of her panties in his mouth and a black stocking wrapped around his little penis.

The divorce had been so, so stressful. Robert’s father was quite the asshole. His massive fortune ended up being split between them, and his half - most of it as far as Sue was concerned - was swiftly becoming hers on a check-by-check, week-by-week basis. Blackmail was such a sweet thing, when effectively done.

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Years before, Sue had meet Robert’s father, Henry Dexter, at a summer camp for rich kids. She was a counselor; he was a member of the camp’s board of directors and his son, Robert, a young camper. Within three scandalous months Sue and Henry were married and Sue had officially adopted little Robert. She could not believe how well her plan was working; she was ecstatic. She would divorce the father, keep the son, and have the wealth and the young little slave boy she had always wanted. By the time she was nineteen, she had her own estate with cook, gardener and help. She was on her way. Little Robert was on his way too, he just didn’t know where.

•••

Sue first met Clarissa at the exercise club. It was pretty exclusive; that’s why she went there. There were two types of women there, those who already had their groins “supplemented” with princks, and those who were thinking about it, but needed a little more information. Clarissa loved talking about it. “Look, Sue. It’s like this. You go into the FemTech clinic on a Friday afternoon. You get a bath, a massage, and a princk. By Sunday noon you’re fully recovered and, well, in a day or two you’re ready for action. In fact, it’s terribly ‘hard’ to hold off for that long, and you don’t really have to. There’s no scars, no pain, just a powerful urge to penetrate any male around you. You’re already powerfully built, with FemTech’s hormonal cocktail added, you’ll just get stronger, and more feminine as well. Your natural estrogen pumps to offset the extra testosterone. It’s the best of both worlds. And, honey, get a big one, like I did. You’ll love it.”

Clarissa loved to show off and she slipped off her leotard. As always, the entire gym grew silent. It was the first time Sue had seen Clarissa do this. Clarissa’s princk, a long thick snake hung between her legs. She placed her right hands around the shaft and gave it a gentle caress and then drew back her hand and stared at Sue. But Sue was not looking at Clarissa; her eyes were on her python. Silently, and with a powerful unstoppable force, the thing began to grow (how was that possible) and thicken and rise until it was pointing straight at Sue. “Would you like a closer look,” whispered Clarissa. Sue squeaked back, “I don’t think so.” Large clear dollops of goo began to leak and fall from Clarissa’s princk, and her breathing changed. One of the other princksters, Jennifer, came over and stood between them, and hissed at Sue, “Quick, leave the room. Now!” Sue slowly, then quickly back away and ran into the locker room. “Clarissa, cut it out! You scared the shit out of her. She’s big, BIG, money.” Clarissa recognized her friend, Jennifer, and began to come down from the edge. “Oh, yes, of course, you’re right. But she is so hot. I wanted her.”

Now there was an immediate problem in the gym—a fully erect and sexually engorged princkmistress. Erections in the gym were not unusual; it was a “normal” way of life for these endo

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