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It would probably be interesting to spend a few days with Claire’s mom. Hmm? But for now, let’s get beck to Sue Dexter.
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Sue Dexter Chronicles — Chapter 16
By the time Hector Valez entered the Enhancement Pool Area 16, Sue Dexter’s princk and IHU’s (Internal Hormonal Units) were fully formed and operational. The pool was so comfortable, and the air was so thick with spirals of steams rising from the oxygen-enriched waters, that Sue didn’t even notice him approach her tank. She was also distracted by the pleasurable stirrings within her loins.
But all was proceeding according to FemTech’s plan. Moments earlier, Mona Rathton, Sue’s FemTech Enhancement Pool guide had called for Hector, and Hector, escorted from his PENS enclosure, bound by the wrists and elbows and wearing the typical ankle-bungee, was led to Sue ... for Sue ... for FemTech.
Hector at 57, despite a physically restricted life was, as most PENS inhabitant, in excellent good shape. Had it not been for his ruptured prostate, he would have served FemTech for many, many additional illness-free years. His body was well toned and very, very resilient and flexible, and his mind was ... well, acquiescent, both being the result of decades of princkcum and discipline.
When they reach the pool, Judith Reisler, the FemTech Security Officer spoke with Mona, while Sue Dexter stared at the bound, naked male ... naked except for two coarse, thick rubber straps, one around his upper chest just below his armpits, and one around his waist. Slowly, the head of Sue’s princk rose above the rippling shifting waters of the pool. It was bigger then she’d imaged ... and she was not disappointed.
Mona moved from behind Sue and tactically placed herself between Sue and Valez. Sue’s princk twitched (angrily?) and Sue leaned to her right so as to keep Hector in her sights.
Let’s stake him, Mona ordered. Judith guided Valez down the rubber-coated steps at the foot of the large pool until his feet were on its tiled floor. The tall Hector could see over Mona’s shoulder and could not help himself from feasting on the sight of the beautiful woman sitting at the other end of the pool, her marvelous full breasts glistening with the sheen of the pool’s water, and her chiseled features. Even her predatory visage was, in an animal way, intensely exciting.
Judith removed Valez’s ankle-bungee leg restraints and replaced then with thick rubber-coated cuffs, each fastened to separate heavy rubber straps. Then she snapped thick, tight rubber-covered cuffs on each wrist below FemTech’s Velcro bindings, and then placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed down. As he was trained to do, he immediately dropped to his knees with the water lapping the middle of his chest. The Velcro bindings were then released and each arm was then loosely tethered by rubber straps to rings secured to the sides of the pool.
Mona then stepped back and Judith prompted him forward with a light push. Valez began to walk on his knees toward Sue Dexter, whose princk had risen yet higher above the pool’s surface like an ancient sea creature looking for mariners to devourer.
As he scuffled forward, the bottom of the pool slowly dropped away until it leveled off with the warm mesmerizing water rippling at his mouth.
Relax. Let this be easy for once, Judith said softly to Hector. Let all the years go. Listen to me, Hector. Let me guide you. I’m going to lift your legs up and fasten them to the walls of the pool. Try not to panic. You’ll see, they will hold you up.
With the slack taken up in the arm straps by Mona, Judith took her time and, at first, without pulling Hector’s legs at all, threaded the leg straps through the pool’s designated D rings at water level height at opposite sides of the pool. Then, with the strength of a conditioned princkmistress Security Officer, Judith began to pull the leg straps together until Hector’s legs began to pull apart ... then rise to the surface ... then spread apart until he floated on the surface fully spread-eagled for ... Sue’s use.
Hector in his panic and flailing had swallowed some of the oxygen- and microsliver-enrich water. But with Judith’s calming assurances, and as soon as he realized that the straps were holding him up and that he wouldn’t drown, he immediately relaxed into his initial calm state ... for a moment. For right in front of him, like the proud bow of a ship, was Sue Dexter’s new toy ... or maybe, he was her new toy. Did it matter?
The head of her penis was above his face and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it as it began to cut through the short distance separating itself from him.
Sue, Sue, said Mona, Quick, we need a small sample of your precum. Sue was barely present as Mona ran her smooth right hand from the underwater base of Sue’s princk to just beneath its head to encourage and guide the first pumping of Sue’s precum into a small stainless steel FemTech princkfluid storage device.
Thanks, baby, Mona praised Sue. That was real good, just fine, just the right amount.
Then Mona swiveled and returned the canister to Erica. Have fun, giggled Mona.
You know I will, said Olmsted, and Mona and Judith watched their immediate supervisor leave the Enhancement Pool area with her little package in her very capable hands.
By that time, Sue had advanced further from her place of repose to stalk the floating and moored Hector.
Go ahead, Sue, urged Mona. Yes, Sue, do it.
But Sue didn’t need any encouragement. She didn’t even hear it. All she saw was Hector gaping mouth and straining neck, trying to keep from taking in the water splashing around his surface-height-head. But it was going to be a lot more than water going into his mouth.
Sue’s princk was soooo ready, and the juices in her Internal Hormonal Units were churning, flowing, and oh-so-hot. As she approached his face her hips were already hunching back and forth. Sue grabbed his lower jaw with her hands and pulled herself forward with the strength of her arms ... her hips glided forward and the fat head of her penis pressed against his gasping lips.
Ahhhh, moaned Sue, and she switched her grip from his slippery jaw to his perpendicular arms and then to the heavy rubber strap that circled his upper chest. With her strong fingers wrapped around that firm grip, she pried her way past his gums (he knew better then to ever, ever try to close his mouth to a princkmistress) and sank herself deep into his face, totally unconcerned with his comfort or life. Judith and Mona both nodded. Sue Dexter was a natural predator; there was no question about that. It wasn’t just lust. There was something else ... something cruel.
Hector’s natural survival instincts and the physical benefits of decades of having women plunge their stiff organs into his face had not abandoned him. Although he was terrified, he knew how to breathe between strokes, and he braced himself for the incredibly bitter taste of her effluence. But ... it ... wasn’t foul, at all! Her precum was sweet, delicious, life affirming and he suck and swallowed and thrust his face deeply upon her invading shaft. He could feel the ridges along the length of her penis and the slick smooth skin that slid along her womanhood below the breadth of her bulbous princkhead. Oh, this was so different; he never experienced such a taste and elixir, and he encouraged as much contact as he could between his toothless face and the thick firm knob of her penis. He drew and sucked as much of her precum into him as he could ... but ... then ... as her princk continued to thrust itself in and out, encouraged by his hungry sucking, his face began to feel an exaggerated numbness, then his neck ... and chest, back and arms, ... legs and feet. He could barely feel the cuffs on his ankles and wrists, or the thick female appendage in his mouth, but he could see her pumping herself into him ... her taut belly moving back, then rushing forward, then back, ... then grinding from side to side.
Sue had shifted her grasp to the heavy rubber strap around his waist and was trying to burrow herself completely within his mouth and come out the other end. She couldn’t believe the feeling of eruptive power, how good it felt. And she didn’t recognize the grunts and animal guttural sounds as her own, but they were.
But her sweet virginal, one-time-only precum has ceased being produced and now it was her princkcum that was pumping hard ... and its taste was not pleasant, and that was one sense he still maintained.
Then there was a flash point for Sue, a blinding genital explosion that she could never had estimated or expected, ... and it went on for soooo long ... and diminished, ... and rose again, ... and again, until she rested her upper body upon Valez’s back, her breasts slick with water and princkfluids pressing and slippery upon him.
Mona let Sue come down naturally from her sexual high and then began to slowly separate her from Hector. Come, Sue. There’s more. This one’s done.
More? Now? asked Sue.
Oh, yes, Sue, Mona nodded. Much more. Follow me.
Sue placed her hands on Hector’s shoulders and pushed herself upright, as if from a feasting table. Oh, yes. Hector’s mouth was still hot, and his gums gripped her princk head tightly.
It’s a little bonus, Sue. Just pull out, and follow Mona, Judith said.
Sue pushed with her arms again, this time breaking his lovely grip. And the pleasure Sue experienced in that moment, as his gums involuntarily tightly caressed her exiting princk, caused a shudder to rip through her and a sigh escape her beautiful lips.
Mona. More? Right now?
Mona simply nodded again, and beckoned her to follow. Exiting the pool, both Mona and Sue quickly took warm showers, donned thick bathrobes and then Mona walked Sue out into the hall down to a bank of elevators. There were other new princkmistresses there that Sue remembered from the lectures, and the women all giggled or moaned and exchanged lovely and earnestly felt pleasantries, born out of the warm comradeship they each felt with each other.
As Mona and Sue left the pool, Judith had one more small but important function to perform. Hector was about to get his reward. Judith stood behind Hector, between his helplessly spread legs and began to rub his smooth hairless, almost feminine ass cheeks. There was one more invasion Hector would have to endure. Judith was not small, but Hector could take almost anything at this point. And of course, he had no choice.
Judith’s princk was fully engorged as she reached forward and grabbed the rubber strap around Hector’s waist. It was always amazing to her that the longer a male was in the PENS, the tighter his anus became. It was like a miracle, she mused as she jammed her princk between his cheeks and then into his hot rectal tunnel. With her left hand she reached forward and grabbed the thick rubber strap above his upper chest, and with her right hand, snaked around him and began to lovingly stroke and pump his penis, gradually reawakening in him, in his suspended state, the remembrance of ejaculations ... male ejaculations, ... specifically, ... his ejaculations. And he began to rock into her skilled hand, and she pressed his back with her breasts, and her princkhead played upon and stimulated his damaged prostate, and his sexual past-life began to reemerge in his body’s memories, and his sexual organs long clogged began to loosen and expand because of the special effect of Sue’s virgin precum and Judith’s ministrations, and Hector’s hips began to thrust to meet Judith’s increasingly frantic lunges. And as an orgasm crashed though Judith’s strong young body, and a princkmistresses’ sexual fluids began their invasion of him for the last time, he felt his own body explode with an inner release that coursed though him from his toes and to his finger tips, and a small, but oh-so-meaningful sexual discharge oozed from his penis and he shook and trembled in the way that long-time PENS males will do if they’re lucky enough to reach that final release.
Judith loved this part of her work. Hector floated face down in the pool, with the sexual tremors still racing throughout his body. She pulled her princkhead out from his tight, tight sphincter and slowly, languidly walked up the stairs at the foot of the pool. Hector’s face was still in the swirling water, but she could clearly see him continue to breathe the incredibly oxygen-rich mixture. She walked around, sat on the edge of the pool, and continued to stoke her massive and satisfied organ, arching the remainder of its pleasurable discharge into the pool. As always, the microslivers, triggered even by the small amount of the male’s sexual emission into the pool began their last activity for the night. She watched them pulsing up from the bottom, from all over, swirling about and moving past her and towards Mr. Valez. She could see him breathe them in ... and out ... and in ... as they invaded him in the most gross and subtle ways imaginable. Within a few hours, Hector would be a memory and the microslivers would be fully fed and ready for another day’s work helping women reach their potential. It all made perfect sense to Judith. Yes. She really liked her job, every last aspect of it.
As the large elevator rose, women in two’s and three’s excitedly exited at various floors.
Mona, Sue, and two other women exited the elevator on the sixteenth floor and began to walk down the hall past doorways opening into vast rooms of cages, filled with ... men? Well on this floor, the sixteenth floor, ... no, not quite men. Younger.
These are all about Robert’s age, Sue, said Mona. It’s a bit between feedings, but we always make exceptions for new princkmistresses. We would like you to experience a male or two about Robert’s age. After all, you did say in your interviews that you would like to keep Robert alive for your use and enjoyment. Some small amount of restraint by you, for example, a few well placed FemTech silicone ‘spacers’ until Robert gains the resiliency and survival tactics of an experienced princk receptacle can help keep him alive for you. We can help him and you by letting you practice with some of these specimens, and Mona waved her hand toward the banks of small cages.
Now? asked Sue, her rising princk separating the folds of her heavy bathrobe.
Mona signaled to the station attendant by holding two fingers in the air and then pointing to a cage containing a frightened relative newcomer to the PENS. The marionette tethers and bars began to move and slide in their smooth silent manner and almost immediately, by the time Sue and Mona reached his ... umm, home, ... his mouth, on one end of the cage and his rectum at the other, were both firmly pressed in opposite directions against the cushioned bars of his enclosure. Mona stepped forward and adjusted the height of the little cage to accommodate their sexual interests, while Sue’s eyes grew wide with enthusiasm.
Sue looked at Mona. Now?
Mona moved her shoulders and her robe fell to the floor exposing her breasts and stiffened princk.
Yes, Sue. Mona smiled, breathing a bit heavily. Now, whispered Mona as she stepped to the rear of the youth’s pen.
© 2005 MystyMason
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