Detwhiler (tags inside by chapter for as long as I continue to write this story)

Story by Xen O.

Tags for CH1: No sex (yet), MILF Futa, Micro size play, duress

Story Tags: Felatio, MILF Futa, Shrunken male, Duress, Futa/m, Futa/f, large cock, cruelty, ball busting, humiliation, masturbation, bondage,Cum bath,rape, Futa/f/m,death? non linear storytelling

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Detwhiler

By: Xen0phage

Chapter1: Late Night

She knew the time was thirty-eight minuets past two a.m., she knew it cause that is what the red LED numbers of the clock shone through the darkness. After stumbling over something and cussing up a storm Francesca Smith switched on a light to see what it was she tripped over. "gawd, what an ugly shoe..." the twenty something blonde mused drunkenly as she tossed her keys at the table missing it completely. "I must have been real drunk and high when I bought these." she continued talking to no one in particular as she opened a closet with a pile of shoes at the bottom and tossed in the worn pair of red, generic, worn pumps, followed by her black Prada.

Francesca then stumbled off toward her bedroom tossing her black, leather clutch on the counter and matching jacket near it. As she stumbled down the dark hall the party girl discarded her garments leaving a trail of clothing to her room a blind man could follow.

As she entered the room she could hear breathing in the darkness, "Davey is that you?' she giggled drunkenly and received no response. "I told you earlier today that we wouldn't be able to bump monkeys tonight..." she started to giggle, her jocularity turning to a semi horrified gasp as the lamp near the bed turned on revealing not "Davey" but his wife Deborah. First thing Francesca noticed was that Deborah was dressed in a some what worn pink nightie, which did not go with those shoes she'd tripped over. The second was that Deborah had a hand gun trained on her.

"You know it's bad enough you slept with the boss to become my manager at work," the rather pretty forty something sneered. "but then you had to go after MY husband..." the petite Deb rose from the bed standing in front of the significantly taller blonde, staring up at her with contempt through red tresses, her green eyes nearly burning red as she seethed. "I wondered why David hadn't bought me anything nice in a while." she sneered as she eyed Francesca's shiny, new Cartier love bracelet.

"Uh... Mrs. Detwhiler?" Francesca choked "P...please don't kill me..." the younger woman croaked. "I... I'll give you any thing, just don't kill me.." her eyes started to well up with tears. Quickly she removed the bracelet offering it to Deborah.

Deb smacked the bracelet out of Francesca's hand "I don't want that you slut...' she sneered "what I want is to find out what is so special about your cunt that my husband would forsake twenty five years of marriage." she said in a sadistic tone with a hidden sense of arousal. It was then that Francesca noticed the bottom of Deborah's nightie rise then separate in the middle, a pink bulb appearing.

A gasp escaped the young blondes lips "Is that..." she stuttered "It can't be a..." she was still at a loss for words as it parted the older woman's attire

"A cock?" Deborah mocked with a smirk as the thick, long, veiny phallus rose and came in to view. The look on Francesca's face changing from one of shock to one of horror, not at the size though Mrs. Detwhiler's penis would have put Ron Jeremy's to shame. No, it was what was attached. As the monster rose up, just below the foreskin strapped to her rod was appeared to at first to be a doll.

"Davey?!" Francesca uttered in horror as she recognized the six inch tall figure.

"That's right," Deborah stated with pride flexing her cock and bobbing the tiny man all over. "tonight he gets more pussy then he has ever wished for." she said as she tossed a pair of hand cuffs at Francesca and pulled back the hammer on her gun.

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