Chastity People Chapter 12

A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

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Milo gargled mouthwash while he tore off his clothes.

Nell was waiting for him in the bedroom! Waiting for him to have sex with her. It was his wildest fantasy come true, except that he was sealed in an inescapable chastity device and the only sex would be a simulation using a dildo of her choice.

He pulled a stray pubic hair from between his teeth. Then he sponged both his face and his caged genitals — one to remove her juices, the other to remove his.

It was so unfair! But it was better than the nothing he would have experienced if he hadn't been upgraded. There was no way this would have happened without the Artemis chastity device and the glass collar.

He found Nell sprawled on the bed, bootless now but with her legs still sheathed in luxurious velvety stockings, and the dildos unrolled on next to her. As he watched, she inserted one into her vagina.

Milo's penis inflated painfully in its cage and he let out a whimper.

Nell turned her head, trailing her long hair, and grinned at him. "Too small." She tossed the dildo aside. "Go on, get your boxers on."

"I thought... the Dong Thong?"

"Nah," she said, reaching for a stubby dildo. "I want a customised experience."

While Milo pulled on a fresh pair of magic boxers, she slowly inserted the artificial penis. She gasped as her lips bulged around the intruder. It came out with an audible plop! She grunted. "Too fat." The dildo bounced off the bed and landed on the floor.

Milo picked it up. He'd have to clean and sterilise all these. "What are you, Goldilocks?"

She giggled. "Better than the Princess and the Pea." She tried another one. This one earned a happy sigh. "Just right." She tossed it at him.

He just managed to catch it --- the surface was tacky with her juices. It seemed like the most natural thing to install it while she watched. "What do you think?"

Nell rolled onto her stockinged knees facing him, big breasts swinging forward and beckoned him to the bed. "Let's find out."

As he approached she caught his hips and ducked forward to take the head of the artificial penis into her mouth.

Milo shuddered. "What are you doing?"

She pulled back. "Foreplay." She planted a kiss on the tip. "I wouldn't do this for everybody, you know."

Milo laughed. "You know I can't feel it."

"Really?" She flicked the top with her tongue.

Milo's hips twitched. His penis spasmed wetly.

With another delightful giggle, she knelt back, flicked her hair out of the way. She ran her hands up his flanks, then over his chest to pinch his nipples.

It created a sort of prickling pleasant sensation. Milo wobbled. "Oh."

"Hah, Milo experiences something new." Nell put her fingers to her mouth. Her tongue flickered out. Then she returned them to his nipples and massaged.

Milo's caged groin... clenched. "Oh Jesus. I'm not sure I can take this. I want to burst, but can't."

She grinned up at him. "Maybe I'll tie you up and just do this for... hours and hours."

"I thought this was a no-kink date," said Milo, then wished he hadn't. He closed his eyes. Sometimes the words just fell out of his mouth. "I..."

But she she'd shifted position to her hands and knees so her breasts hung under her. She arched her back like a cat. "Take me from behind. Go on."

Milo climbed up behind her, took her waist and gingerly prodded the dildo up between her thighs.

"Ouch! Careful." She reached back. "Now."

Milo leaned in and felt just a little resistance until his thighs pressed into her bare buttocks. The warm scent strong scent of woman-sex rose up to sear his nostrils, grinding his chastity cage into his pierced penis.

"Perfect," she said. "Better than last time."

Milo's groin throbbed in protest. "Hey, that was a clone of my manhood last time."

Nell laughed. "Well you're supposed to be upgraded. Now less talk, more fuck."

There wasn't much to it. All he had to do was rock back and forward while the silicone prosthetic went in and out of her vagina.

"Oh God that's good!" She tilted her hips and jolted back into him. "Faster!"

So Milo fucked her faster.

The dildo slurped in and out.

Nell whimpered, groaned, groaned louder, then whimpered again.

All Milo could feel was the rhythmic pressure transmitted by the shaft to the base of the dildo where it rested in the angle between his caged penis and his pubis... that and an insane prickling tightness in his groin, as if a mailed fist were clamped around his lost penis.

Nell lifted her head, arched her back. "Oh god OH GOD!"

Then, "Stop..." She flopped forward off the dildo, leaving it shiny and dripping. "Wow."

Milo knelt back, his caged ground throbbing as if somebody were slapping it. His gaze swept over her sleek back, her slender hips, her pert bottom, the way the smooth soft skin of her thighs left off and the dark stockings began, emphasising the curve of her calves. "You're so beautiful!"

Nell rolled over, spread her stockinged legs. Her inner lips were puffy from the pounding he'd given her, her nipples erect. A big grin creased her flushed face. "Finish inside me."

Milo's penis spasmed wetly. Was she mocking him?

Nell ground her hips at him, drawing his attention back to the wet furrow in her pubic hair and the engorged inner labia. Her warm musk reached him, made his caged cock ache.

Whimpering. Milo dropped to his hands and knees, kissed her perspiration soaked tummy, licked the sweat off a breast, tongued her nipple so she squirmed, all the while his caged groin shuddered and trembled.

Finally he nuzzled her neck.

She sighed.

He looked down and saw the prosthetic penis had found her vagina.

He worked his hips to thrust the dildo in and out, churning delicious wet sounds out of her vagina.

She groaned.

He bent to kiss her.

Nell seized his neck by the collar and returned the kiss with teeth and tongue.

Now Milo thrust in time to the throb of his cage-neutered groin, fast, frantic. Each splat of dildo in vagina seemed to tighten his chastity device yet further.

The blood drained from his head and forced its way into his constricted genitals. He spiralled into a pink haze of lust and love.

Then Nell made a throaty sound and pushed on his shoulders.

He lifted off. "Shall I stop---"

"Keep going!"

So he switched to a dipping action, dipping and swooping with his hips so she shuddered with each thrust.

Nell reached up both hands and caught his nipples.

It set off a numb spasm in his pierced penis. "Oh."

She grinned up at him and twisted, hard.

Milo squealed. His hips thrashed.

Nell bucked under him, but she kept hold of his nipples.

Now it was Milo's turn to curse and swear and whimper as the excruciating pain spread out from the little nubs on his chest.

Finally she let go and it was even worse. The blood returned and they seemed to catch fire.

Milo squealed.

Nell wrapped her legs and arms around him, clamped him to her soft bosom. "Mmmmm!" Her nails gouged his back. Her teeth bit his shoulder.

The pain stripped everything away, tore a long groan from Milo's lips. Then it flipped over and became a hopeless, paralysing desire.

Milo collapsed into the woman he loved, brought down by the weight of his engorged genitals.

The gouging became a stroking, the biting a nuzzling.

He sobbed into her soft shoulder..

"There now," she said, stroking his hair. "That's better isn't it?"

"Who for?" managed Milo.

"Me," she said. "Who else?"

A little squirt escaped his penis.

"This is the anybody I become." Nell yawned. "Sleepy."

Milo struggled out of the magic boxers and lay down next to her.

Sighing happily, Nell drew in the covers, draped her naked body across him, and fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, her long hair trailing across his chest.

And he was hard and hopeless in his chastity device but he was in love and nothing matter, not even the way his gouged back now stuck to the sheets.

He woke to her putting on her dress. "Sorry love, I have to meet the girls for coffee."

Milo sat up. "I thought... maybe we could go to the Christmas do together?"

Nell glanced at him, genuinely puzzled. "What?" She perched on the edge of the bed to pull on her boots. "No, I'm going with the lesbian I told you about. Everybody thinks we're an item and - frankly --- it's a bit more respectable."

"Oh," said Milo. "What about going exclusive? Wouldn't affect your thing with the girl."

"Woman," corrected Nell. "But I'm just not ready for this kind of commitment. You do you, I'll do me. And we'll do this again soon, eh?"

"As you wish," said Milo.

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "We'll get there... someday."

And with that she was gone, leaving Milo naked in his bed with sheets that reeked of her sex, dildos to clean, and no desire to do anything but lie in bed and weep.

Milo didn't just clean the sex toys, he changed his sheets and vacuumed so there were no stray gold-brown hairs to remind him of her.

Then he showered, thoroughly.

As he towelled he contemplated himself in the mirror --- naked, caged penis, collar fixed round his throat.

Nell had shown him her "anybody". What was he?

Some kind of doormat loser. Nell hadn't just used him sexually, she'd used him emotionally.

That thought was darkly thrilling.

His cage tightened traitorously.

Forget her.

He'd study for a couple of hours then meet Ryan at the gym. Then...

His phone rang.

He pounced on it, but the incoming was from Zoe.

"Hope I didn't wreck your lie-in, my boy?"

Milo's penis stirred in its cage. There was something sexy about he voice in his ear, and it was hard to remember how old she was. "No I've been up for a while."

The professor chuckled. "Up? I bet you wish you were."

Milo laughed despite himself.

"Anyway," she said, "I'm doing this by phone because I want to pay you and HrLckr is awfully strict about that."

"Oh?" Milo's free hand cupped his caged groin.

"How would you like to be a slave for an evening? A Roman slave?"

Milo's penis became a prickling knot of hardness in its cage. "How do you mean?"

"I'm going pagan this Christmas and having a fabulous Saturnalia. You know, a Roman festival..."

"Yes, I know about Saturnalia," said Milo.

"Not an orgy, of course. Just a big toga party. But I'd like you and your friend along as eye candy. Titillate the women, discomfort the men. You'd just have to serve drinks, pass round snacks and so on."

"I'm not sure..." began Milo.

Then she named a rather nice honorarium, as she put it.

"OK," said Milo. "I think I can persuade Ryan."

While you’re waiting for the next chapter, discover Ryan’s origin story!