Dexter Chronicles

Sue Dexter Chronicles — Chapter 15

“It's not traceable?” What did Erica mean by that? And who's Abby? Oh, well. Back to Sue Dexter's mansion.

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Sue Dexter Chronicles — Chapter 15

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“Okay, Brenda ... Annie, I need you both to stay and help me with the elder Dexter. You know, the banding, full dental extraction, ... with decreasing anesthetic because of his refusal to help this little guy (pointing to Robert), the perineum and olfactory piercings ... and then the penile piercings, same as Robert's — no anesthetic. As soon as you're done, you two can hit the road and go to Samantha's; the party will still be going when you get there.”

“Alright,” said Brenda and then turned toward Henry ... “It's party time, Mr. Dexter. First here, and then at Samantha's!”

“Oh, yeah. One other thing,” said Claire. “Before you get the equipment from the van and get started, give the old man an enema and a 180° rotation. I'd like to give him a little prostate examination and see what he's really got.”

“No problem,” said Annie. “You know I'd do anything for you, Claire. And if you ever want to have a little party tonight, right here with me, let me know.”

“Hey,” said Brenda. “I saw her first.” And they all laughed.

•••

By the time Annie came back with the small case of shiny stainless steel instruments, Brenda had already moved Henry Dexter to Sue's private shower room off the master bedroom.

“Here you go, Mr. Dexter,” said Annie. “First the enema, then Claire's inspection, and then we'll really get down to work.”

“This shower room is perfect!” Annie said aloud. “It'll be real easy to clean up the splatter.”

Henry's eyes widened a bit. “Ah, ah ... you're really not going to hurt me, are you?” Henry asked with some apprehension.

“Well, Mr. Dexter. You know what they say: ‘The anticipation is always worse than the reality.' Although in this instance it's probably not true.”

While Annie and Brenda were preparing Henry, Claire was preparing Robert for his two remaining piercings.

***

“Okay, Robert, it goes like this. Step one, I'll insert this surgical rubber catheter.”

“Oh, God!” Robert blurted out.

“Hush, Honey. It'll hardly hurt and I'll lubricate it,” she said sticking it into her open mouth and sliding it against the tip of her slightly extended tongue. Robert almost stopped breathing.

“Robert, you're so attentive. That's a really nice quality in a male,” and she kissed him on his sweating forehead.

“But let's get back to business. Your mom will be here sooner than you think.”

Robert's mind began to tread water.

“The catheter will serve two purposes,” Claire said. “First, it'll keep you from peeing all over the place when the pain from the piercing hits, and second, it will let me know where your urethra is so I don't pierce it by mistake. We don't want you peeing out the sides of your little penis, now do we?” Claire playfully asked.

***

Brenda, who could hear Claire with Robert, leaned over to Annie and whispered, “Jeez, Claire really enjoys her work. How'd she get to be such a hot little bitch at such a young age?”

“Well, I know her mother had her father and brothers banded when she was really young, and she just grew up expecting males to ... you know ... be her slaves. Seems pretty natural to me,” laughed Annie.

***

“Step two,” Claire said, “we'll take these two little plates of tempered glass with all the round holes in them, slip your penis between the plates, tighten the wingnuts and presto, pressed penis under glass.”

Robert's eyes grew wide as he looked at the equipment.

“Don't worry, Robert. I'm quite good at this. You know ... practice, practice, practice.”

•••

Brenda and Annie were good at their work, too ... even if they enjoyed it a bit too much. After Henry's intestinal tract was fully purged by the ridiculously massive enema application executed by his playful team of FemTech Security Officers, Brenda and Annie took a break to step back enjoy the moment. Henry was firmly ensconced in the binding rack, panting heavily with his mouth wide open.

“I don't know what you're panting about, Mr. Dexter, it was Brenda and I who did all the work.”

Henry was beginning to believe that he might be in a bit of trouble.

“Claire,” Brenda called, “Mr. Dexter is all done and squeaky clean.”

“Thanks, I'll be right there,” sang Claire.

***

But Claire was still working with Robert, and Henry would just have to wait his turn.

Claire knelt down, placed a glob of lubricant from an aqua blue squeeze tube along the length of the catheter, and then ran the catheter back and forth through her fingertips. Then, with her left hand grasping his little penis, she skillfully began to snake the long rubber tube deep within him.

“Oh, no. Please, Claire, please.”

“Relax, Robert, relax. This is the good part.”

But Robert continued to cry and beg her. “Please, Claire, it's too thick. It really hurts. Oh, ooh, augh!”

“There,” said Claire. “That part is done. Now these little glass plates.”

With deftness born of experience, Robert's penis was slipped between the plates, his penis turned and aligned to the correct position, and the stainless steel wingnuts carefully and equally tightened. His penis was, ... well ... firmly flattened between the glass plates, and there wasn't much to it ... in more ways than one.

“Okay, Robert. You just stay here; I'll be right back.”

“No, Claire, please don't go. It hurts so much.”

“Actually, Robert. I'm doing you a favor. These plates will squeeze your little penis until it's practically numb and the piercings will hardly hurt at all. Uhm, until the plates are removed and the blood flows back, anyway.” Claire sweetly smiled down at him.

“Oh, God, Claire. This really hurts!”

“Oh, well. Would you like me to drive the piercing needles through you right now?”

“No, no ... n ... n ... no. Wait. Shit, please wait.”

“No problem, Robert.”

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By the time Claire entered Sue Dexter's private shower room, Annie and Brenda had flipped Henry upside down in the binding rack.

Claire walked around him surveying what there was to a “Henry Dexter.”

“No matter who they once were, no matter how rich or powerful, when they're in the rack, they're not too impressive, are they?” said Claire.

“Actually,” said Brenda, “this one wasn't too impressive before we put him in there.”

Brenda and Annie had extended the legs of the rack to permit its occupant to be rotated and suspended at any position, and Claire began to raise Henry's head so that he could see her face as she bent over and spoke.

“How are you doing down there, Mr. Dexter.” Henry looked up towards the voice, with his head by Claire's beautiful legs. The fact that he could see her long legs, stocking tops, garters, microscopic underwear and, when she bent over, her cleavage, was not entirely lost on him. And, as with the son, poor Henry's eyes darted from her face to her breasts to her legs and back and forth, quite involuntarily.

Claire lowered his head down again so that she had full and easy access to hs bottom, and then knelt down to talk softly to him. She reached into a small leather pouch and removed a pair of thick, skintight latex gloves.

“Henry, I'm going to conduct a medico-technical examination of you, and I'm using these thicker-that-usual latex gloves in an attempt to protect you from my nails possibly perforating your intestines.”

Claire held her fingers in front of Henry's face; her nails were very long and sharp.

“It would be best for you not to resist me in any way ... especially ... no clenching. It is very possible for me to have an unfortunate accident with you during the probing. Do you understand?”

Brenda and Annie smirked to each other — of course, Claire was asking the impossible.

Claire slowly donned the gloves and began to rub the same greasy lubricant on them that she had used on Robert's catheter. Henry's eyes were glued to her hands. She then stood up and with her left hand gently grasped Henry's penis. Dexter let out an audible soft yelp.

Then, very delicately, all the time looking at Brenda and Annie, she began to rub and massage the outer edges of Dexter's anus with the middle finger of her right hand ... and then its entranceway, ever so exquisitely giving it a little downward pressure.

“Mr. Dexter,” Claire purred, “This is becoming quite intimate for me. May I call you, ‘Henry'? ‘Mr. Dexter' sounds much too formal for this stage of our relationship.”

Claire increased the inward pressure of her slippery middle finger very slightly and began a slight rotating action on the outer portion of his sphincter muscles.

“Uh, uh.” Henry puffed.

“May I, Mr. Dexter. May I call you ‘Henry'?”

“I ... I ... yes, yes,” squeaked Dexter.

“Oh, that's good, Henry, very good. Thank you. Yes, that's sounds much more natural and collegial.”

“One other thing, Henry. Do you apologize for all those nasty things you said to me on the phone earlier tonight?” Claire increased the downward pressure on his bottom.

“Yes, yes.” Henry blurted out.

“And for all the name-calling you did?” (Slightly more pressure ... .)

“Yes, yes, I do.”

“Say you're sorry, Henry.” Claire rotated her finger in a slow downward spiral.

“Remember, my fingernails are very, very sharp. It's a matter of pride, with me, Henry. You know all about pride, don't you?'

“Um, um.”

“Apologize, Henry!” (Slight stabbing motion ...)

“I apologize! I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry!” Henry was panting wildly.

“Thank you, Henry,” Claire said, slightly relenting with her finger. “I'm so glad that's out of the way. I certainly wouldn't want to be doing this to you and being angry at you at the same time.” Brenda and Annie clasped their hands over their mouths to keep themselves from laughing out loud.

“FemTech, Henry, is always concerned about the health of its wards, and right now, because of the insignificant nature of your previous ejaculate, I'm a bit worried about you. I mean, it's quite possible that your discharge was so small because you're constantly draining yourself. Well, we will find out. And Henry, about further masturbation — you're not going to be allowed to do that any more unless we direct you to do so. Isn't that nice to not have to worry about that little distraction anymore?

“Please, Claire. Please ... be ... careful.” Henry began to gasp in short little breaths.

“We'll see, Henry. We'll see.”

Claire's slender strong middle finger snaked its way past Henry's resisting sphincter muscles.

“Henry! What did I say about no clenching? Well? Well?!”

“I'm trying. Oh, God, please don't hurt me, Claire.”

Claire gave him a little jab against his intestinal wall.

“Oh God! No. Please!” Henry's voice was rising higher.

“Henry. You promised to cooperate. Now do it! Let's see. Just pretend it's your own finger up your tight little asshole. That's probably not too difficult for you to imagine, is it?”

Henry relented a bit (partly from muscle fatigue) and Claire slid her finger further in and began to take the measure of his prostate. It was smooth, with no nodules, with its creased indentation expressing a picture of normalcy. Except for one thing ... its size.

“Henry. You have a problem. That is, your prostate seems to be exactly fitted in stature to your penis. This thing is supposed to be walnut sized, not peanut sized,” she laughed.

Claire turned to Brenda and Annie. “I'm not kidding. He's a shrimp. Wow.”

Her finger began to press, then knead, and then expel his small amount of prostate fluid out of his undersized organ into his urethra. “Wow. This isn't going to take long, that's for sure.”

Quickly, with Henry panting rapidly, Claire massaged and liberated the miniscule fluid content of his prostate and seminal vesicles. This may have been demeaning to Henry, but that didn't stop him from becoming sexually aroused.

“Look, ladies,” Claire mocked, “Henry is getting turned on from anal stimulation.”

Sure enough, Henry's insignificant male appendage had stiffened into a small, straight rod.

“Henry, honey. That's so cute. I'm definitely not going to let that go to waste.” Claire and Brenda exchanged knowing glances, and Annie just shook her head.

“But you know, Henry, dear, in your circumstances you're supposed to ask a woman's permission before you have an erection. Oh, well, you'll have lots of time to learn our little rules and customs later on.”

Claire's experienced finger continued to carefully express what fluid content was left in Henry's undersized prostate and delivery systems apparatus until they were totally empty and then, for good measure moved to his Cowper's gland, as well. Annie had seen Claire do this a number of times and knew what was coming next (and it wasn't Henry).

“Okay, Henry. You've been a very good boy, Now just relax those little muscles and I'll just slowly ... draw ... my ... finger (Claire began to bend and rotate her finger about the underside of Henry's sphincter muscles) ... out ... of ... your ... tight ... little ... bottom ... .” And her middle finger slipped free.

Henry's penis was twitching back and forth.

Claire stepped back, tossed the latex glove in a wastepaper basket, and reached down and adjusted the rack a bit. “There, Henry, can you see your penis?”

Henry looked up and saw it jutting out above him. Actually it looked to him as large as it had ever been. No, ... larger. Well, that was Claire's influence on a lot of men.

“Henry, would you like a little ... um, help?” Claire placed her fingers close to Henry's penis.

“Yes, yes, Claire. Please.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

Annie shook her head and arched her eyebrows as Claire began to stroke Henry with a feathery, but sensuous touch.

“Oh, God. Oh, yes. Yes, Claire. More? Please? Mmmmmm. Ahhh!”

As restricted as Henry was in the rack, he still attempted to drive his penis against her light touch. But she would not immediately give it to him.

“Henry, do you really, really want it.”

“Oh, yes, Claire. Yes!”

And with that Claire gently but more firmly began to stroke him and stroke him ... and stroke him ... her long delicate practiced fingers steadily pressing and gliding their way along the contours of his aching penis. Henry's mind ached and his body longed for release. But the internal fluid pressures necessary to trigger his (or any man's) ejaculatory reflexes were, well ... already drained and non-existent, and poor Henry was running on less than fumes.

But pleasurable physical memories are hard to ignore, and every part of his body “knew” an orgasm was in there ... somewhere, maybe during Claire's next delicious stroke. And his sensitive sexual organs began to strain and attempt to pump the non-existent fluids through the dry non-lubricated valves and ducts, ... and then a certain unknown uneasiness began to strike him. At first, it was a mildly strange aching discomfort, ... then with each of her strokes his unease increased and he began to feel a grinding, ripping pain as if grains of sand had been placed deep within his sexual channels and Henry began to blurt out gasps of woeful cries.

But Claire just smiled and said, “Oh, Henry, you're just not quite there yet.”

Claire knew exactly where she wanted him to go, and her talented fingers soon propelled him over the sexual threshold where his body's own involuntary responses ... his sexual convulsions and pulsings became painful, then agonizing, and then unbearable.

If he had not been racked, he would have doubled over. What FemTech described as “false males orgasms” began to roll through him as Claire continued her exquisite unrelenting stimulation. Waves of spasms ripped through the tender, then raw, then swollen inner linings of his sexual organs and, ... finally, ... Claire stepped back to join Annie and Brenda to watch Mr. Dexter's body persist in its futile and excruciatingly painful search for release.

Tears streamed out of Henry's bugged-open eyes on to the nearby floor. Eventually his voice squeaked out quiet little gasping sobs as his barely conscious exhausted body gave up the orgasmic chase. As with other men before him, his body was covered in a thick, fear-induce sweat. He panted quietly, clearly fearful of any thing having to do with Claire.

“Henry, honey,” said Claire bending over to speak to him. “Let's do that again real soon, huh?”

Henry involuntarily gulped in too much air and began to cough violently.

“That's okay, Henry, I can't quite understand it, but I think you're telling me that you loved it. Good. Me too! I'll teach Sue how to do it, and she can give it to you as a reward if you're really good. I'd like to do it to you again right now, but I have a little more work to do with Robert, and he's been so patient. And besides, I don't want to cut into Annie's and Brenda's personal time with you.”

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Robert had been listening to his father's cries, but his own personal circumstances were still the center of his attention.

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“Hey, junior,” said a smiling Claire as she returned to her little ward. “Are you ready for the piercings? I'll make it very quick.” And she did.

Between Robert's skinny little legs, his penis, now completely devoid of blood, hung pressed thin by the glass vise. Claire knelt down and opened a small steel case that held the piecing equipment.

“Robert. I'm going to do you a little favor. I'm going to use very small ... not the smallest ... but, still, very small, diameter studs in your penis.”

And with that she selected two titanium-steel needles that would guide the studs through and in place. Applying properly “fermented” princk fluid on both sides of the base of his penis, and screwing a measured stud on to the aft end of the piercing needle, she pushed the thick needle into his penis until it came out the other side, unscrewed the needle from the stud, screwed a small flat plate to each exposed end of the stud, and the first piercing was completed.

“How was that, Robert? The first piercing is done.”

“I didn't feel it, Claire.”

“Now, let's do the head of your penis.”

“Oh, Claire. Do you have to?”

“Well, actually, no, Robert, I don't. But, I think a penis piercing will be good for you. I've seen it work with my brothers, Rich and Kyle. There's something of real value for a young male to have these piercings. Sometimes my mother would use the piercings to tether my brothers to a ring in the floor ... or simply to lead them around with a leash from room to room or even to each other ... you know, to give them a little same-sex intimacy. And sometimes when my mother was angry with one of them, she would bend over, slip her index finger into the penis-head “D” ring and give it a little yank! There are so many uses and games to play. She's even attached the ring on the base of Rich's penis to Kyle deep tongue piercing. Hmm, can you visualize that?”

Robert's head was spinning as Claire easily finished penetrating the flattened meatus of Robert's penis, and set the plates in place for the installation of the “D” rings after an hour of princkfluid-assisted healing

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Sue would be coming home around noon, and Claire certainly wanted her to be happy and satisfied with FemTech's work.

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