Dexter Chronicles (Futa on male; very non-consenual)
Story by mysty
Sue DexterâChapter 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.
âWell, Sue,â Dr. Miller said, âHeâll never bite anyone, or at least cause anyone discomfort; all his teeth are gone.â Sue and Ruth exchanged a secret smile and looked down at the diminutive Robert, who was not fully over the effect of anesthetics. âThere are a few more things I could remove from him, if youâd like,â Ruth offered. âThereâs not much down there anyway.â
âYou know,â Sue whispered, âI like the idea of being able to tease him, and for that he needs desire and frustration. No, letâs leave him intact ⦠for now. There is always time for him to catch another âdiseaseâ later.â
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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 âaccidentallyâ 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. Robertâs 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 Robertâs father, Henry Dexter, at a summer camp for rich kids. She was a counselor; he was a member of the campâs 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 didnât know where.
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Sue first met Clarissa at the exercise club. It was pretty exclusive; thatâs why she went there. There were two types of women there, those who already had their groins âsupplementedâ with princks, and those who were thinking about it