Chastity People Chapter 5

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

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Nell set the robot down in front of the practice steps that took up half the workbench. "Up you go."

The little robot bobbed up and down, faster and fasting, until it was vibrating wildly. It hopped up the first step, landed wrong, tipped up and flipped on its back and lay their buzzing.

Nell sighed. Maybe it was a Sign From God. After Adam and Milo, even thinking about sex made her head hurt. She should stick to her vibrator. Vibrators didn't make you question your identity.

"Fuck," said Kiera. "It only has to get up three fucking steps."

"Kiera!" said Amber, laughing. "Language!"

Nell smiled to herself. Her friends knew who they were. Kiera was crude, Amber was outraged, and they both fancied normal men like Adam... "basics".

If Nell preferred Milo to Adam, did that make her a Virgo? Or was Adam, actually, just bad in bed. He seemed confident...

If only she could talk to her friends about this!

The other teams were chatting while pretending to work, except for the team Adam was on. Their robot had actually caught fire. Everybody flapped around ineffectively, then a blonde girl with a pixy cut and facial piercings got the fire extinguisher and scooshed the errant machine with CO2. Pixy Cut thrust the used extinguisher into Adam's arms. Her voice cut through the babble. "Next time, bloody listen to me!" She marched off to the exit.

"Maybe there's a simpler reason," said Nell.

"You what?" said Kiera.

"Tea break," said Nell, firmly. "We don't want to end up like them."

No drinks in the Robotics Lab, of course, but in the lobby there was a bean-to-cup coffee machine presented by Artemis Industries. There was no sign of Pixy Cut.

Kiera and Amber protested it was almost lunch and went for the snacks machine. Nell took her coffee outside and leaned on a rail at the top of the broad concrete steps.

There was a good view of the college campus, a mix of new glass and steel and much older stone buildings --- Milo... depraved Milo with his ready tongue and that way of looking at her that made her wet just remembering... and his penis pinned inside its cage like a bug...

Nell squeezed her thighs together and tried to focus.

Yes. Milo would know what the old buildings were.

The trees were shedding, making drifts of brown leaves on the grass.

The woods back home would be like that but softer. A long walk would sort her out. Nell sighed.

"Homesick?" Pixy Cut was leaning on the railing, maybe just a little closer than required, near enough that the nose ring and eyebrow piercings were really visible.

"Sort of," said Nell.

The blonde sported a studded choker that screamed kink. However, a khaki sleeveless T-shirt and camo-pattern combats with boots to match suggested she was no pushover. And she was muscular in a lean athletic way, with strong hands and neatly trimmed fingernails done in khaki polish.

"Are you a lesbian?" asked Pixy Cut. "Because you have a lot of Sapphic gaze going on."

"What?" Nell realised she'd been staring and blushed. "No!" She pushed off the railing and drew herself up. "You're... different. I was just curious..."

"Bi curious?"

Nell laughed. She opened her mouth to say Certainly not!, but remembered she had stopped saying what she was supposed to unless she meant it --- another gift from Milo...

"Do you ask everybody that?" she said.

The blonde grinned cheekily. "Only the hot ones with dominant energy."

"I have dominant energy?"

"Maybe... Asking saves time and potential embarrassment."

Nell tilted her head. Pixy Cut's grey eyes flickered and Nell felt herself not exactly being mentally undressed, but maybe mentally having her neck kissed by smooth lips... a not unpleasant sensation.

"I can't imagine you being embarrassed," said Nell.

"Beep! Evasion pattern detected!"

Nell laughed. "Careful, you'll catch fire!"

"Beep! Evasion pattern still underway!"

Nell sighed. "Honestly? I have no idea about anything any more.."

Pixy Cut turned away to lean on the railing. "You weren't homesick. You wanted to escape."

"Sort of," said Nell. "There are trees out the back of our house. Good for thinking."

"Orientation is like engineering," said Pixy Cut. "Sometimes you need a try fail cycle." She turned and grinned. "Basically, suck it and see."

"Don't you have a burning robot to get back to?"

"Catch you later," said Pixy Cut.

"Is that a threat?"

The blonde laughed and was gone.

Nell waited a decent interval then went back inside.

Her team's robot did not catch fire. After another hour of tinkering, it managed to bounce up the first step, then the second...

Kiera and Amber cheered it on as if they were watching the football. Nell however found herself stealing glances at Pixy Cut.

I mean, she hadn't really enjoyed sex with Adam. Milo had blown her mind, but was hardly masculine.

Maybe...

Pixy Cut winked.

Nell flushed and looked away.

Just as the lab ended, the robot flipped and bounced back down the steps, then lay on its side pulsing obscenely.

Nell had no Wednesday afternoon classes, so she slipped back to the halls for a quiet tuna sandwich in the kitchen she shared with her friends.

As she washed up, she realised Try fail wasn't such a bad idea, really.

No, she was not going to "suck it and see" --- she could still taste Adam's dick if she thought about it too much.

However --- like a good engineer --- she could run a series of simulations.

Back in her room, she fished out her vibrator from bedside drawer, checked the charge, then settled down to experiment.

"So, Milo, you say the three women 'used' you?" prompted Joyce, Milo's counsellor.

The term "used" was enough to set off Milo's penis. It inflated in its cage, prickled against the bars. He squirmed and had to fight not to look down at his groin to see if he was embarrassing himself --- which was thankfully unlikely, given his penis was pinned into a male chastity device that kept it neatly pointing down.

By chance, Joyce was the counsellor he'd seen before "embracing the Chaste identity". Her eyes always twinkled as if she was keeping a simmering intensity in check.

Out of my league, of course.

But then that was also true of Dr Burley and the fabulous Zoe.

"Milo?"

"Um..." Milo closed his eyes and touched his glass collar --- that always seemed to ground him. "Well the lecturer certainly did, but I had a sort of bond with the Professor."

"What about the other woman?"

"I suppose she just joined in the fun on the piano stool..."

"So at what exact point did you feel used?" Joyce glanced at her notes. "I mean by all of them, not just the lecturer."

"After. When the Professor brought out the malt whisky and we sat round chatting as if we'd just played a gig... that does make me sound ungrateful."

"Have you ever 'played a gig'?"

"Yes, just once as a matter of fact, in 6th Form. We performed a selection of Jazz numbers for a school dance. And we did indeed sit around like that after. Hence my referencing it."

Joyce smiled. "Of course. And did you feel 'used' by your fellow musicians?"

"No! Foul thought!"

Joyce laughed at his joke. "Not in the sexual way... I'm trying to get to how you felt."

"Well, I suppose I also felt satisfied that I helped my friends to make good music --- the piano holds it all together you see..."

"So..." Joyce nodded and scribbled something. "Would you say that the three women made 'good music'?"

Milo closed his eyes.

A jumble of voracious vulvas whirled across his vision, dancing in time to the orgasmic cries. His penis thrummed to life in its cage. "Yes, I think I would."

"What would be the musical equivalent of the evening?"

"I don't follow?"

She smiled. "Any line up, any musicians alive or dead, and you're playing the piano."

Milo inhaled. "Well. It's like I was bundled into a van by Charles Mingus --- who was to all accounts a bit of a bastard --- and ended up on one of his classic recordings. Then duetted with Dave Brubeck, then his whole quartet joined in..."

Joyce contemplated her notes, then asked, "Would you like to have drinks with the Dave Birkbeck ---"

"Brubeck."

"--- Quartet?"

"Hell yes."

"Why?"

"Why? They were marvellous. Give me a time machine and I'd sit there listening to their stories, just basking in it. Who wouldn't? Well if they were serious about jazz..."

Joyce riffled through her notebook. "Let's back up a bit, shall we? Do I take it that those are all famous jazz musicians?"

Milo nodded. "And thinking about the experience this way is rather spoiling the memory of the real evening... all those sweaty shirts and stubbly chins!"

That earned him a laugh. "So, now you do want to cherish the experience with the three women after all?"

"Yes, no..."

"And, are you a famous jazz musician?"

"Damn," said Milo. "What are you saying?"

Joyce's eyes twinkled. "No, Milo, you won't catch me like that. You have to do the work."

"Hmmm." Milo closed his eyes and fiddled with his glass collar.

"Try this way round. What 'doing words' would you use to describe the role you imagine taking in the jazz evening? By 'doing words', I mean---"

"Verbs, yes. I know what those are!"

Joyce held up a hand apologetically.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm on edge. Verbs might be, supporting... basking... observing... collaborating... partaking... enabling... And my vocabulary fails me. Temporary backstage pass because I was useful --- I mean I assume in the jazz fantasy they need a pianist to step up and I could do it just well enough to pass, even if I was otherwise a non-entity. Low-ranked session musician sits in for a gig, then gets to hang out with the stars. You make a verb out of that!"

"Instead," she said, "You tell me which of that does not apply to your evening with the three women."

"Damn."

They sat in silence.

"Take all the time to process, Milo."

"The thing is," said Milo, "I'm not sure I want to be that sort of man."

"Is a Chaste a sort of man?"

"Yes!"

"What does being a man mean to you?"

"Having a penis?"

"Do you have a penis, Milo?"

"Yes..." He caught the amused look in her eye. "Well not exactly."

"What else?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well," she said, "you have nearly five years left to find out."

Milo's chastity cage tightened. Jesus that suddenly felt like a long time. A few months ago, he'd been too angry with his parents not funding his studies to care about sex, let alone having an orgasm. "But how will I find out? Without a penis?"

"Well," said Joyce, "your starter pack contains prosthetics. Maybe you could experiment with those?"

"They make me feel like an idiot --- at best, I look like a moron with my dick hanging out my shorts. At worse, I'm a dork with a dildo."

"Well then I have some good news for you, Milo. I will be able to prescribe you something more authentic."

Curtains drawn, check.

Cosy jumper, check.

Naked from the waist down, check.

Warm socks, check.

Duvet pulled up, check

Vibrator charged, BZZZZZZZZZ.

Nice bit of commercial design, that.

Nell turned the vibrator down to a gentler, quieter setting and applied between her legs.

As always she started by stroking the vibrator up her outer lips --- her labia majora --- coaxing them to open.

"OK, Milo, lad, you're up first."

Nell closed her eyes and pictured Milo naked. Sticky up hair, startled eyes, glass collar a neat presence round his neck, like he'd been ringed and tagged by over enthusiastic aliens. Not too hairy, slender physique and...

OK, not entirely naked.

Was Milo thinking about her naked right now? She chuckled. If so, then it was self punishing.

Nell's vagina throbbed approvingly. The tone of the vibrations shifted so it tickled her labia minora --- her inner lips.

The novelty of the chastity cage did spice things up. She could find it all a turn on without being an actual man-eating Virgo.

But what about Milo the Man?

Nell pressed a little harder now, teasing her labia minora --- she really did prefer the correct terminology --- up and down but not quite reaching her clitoris.

Milo had certainly looked after her, but the sex had comprised of enthusiastic cunnilingus. They'd not even kissed. There'd been a... disturbing intimacy. Even so, it was nothing like the passionate clinch in the chapel.

They'd kissed then.

Nell's hand had somehow twitched the vibrator onto her clitoris.

"Woah, that's good!"

Nell she shifted languidly, luxuriating in the building orgasm while her mind's eye played a montage of the dry humping in the chapel and being worshipped in this very bed with fresh sheets thanks to Milo and the lost look in Milo's eye like he'd found the Holy Grail and him watching her right now, just watching, unable to do anything but watch because of the cage installed in his groin and...

The images whirled into a very nice orgasm.

Nell stretched and yawned.

"OK, Adam, lad, you're up."

Adam naked. Chunky. Muscles. Cocky look. Big cock. Erect.

She swapped Adam into the chapel memory --- sorry Milo --- imagined riding his lap while he kissed her... taking his tongue... taking his cock...

The pleasant tingle built up.

Now in her bedroom.

Adam with her hair wrapped around his hand while she sucked his erect penis.

Adam calling her a good girl...

Nell realised she'd let the vibrator go limp.

"OK, Next! Your turn, Pixy Cut."

Smooth skinned. Muscular.

Medium breasts. Did she have pierced nipples?

Nell used her free hand to pinch her left nipple and imagined. "Eek!"

That got her pelvis twitching though.

Pixy Girl naked. Smooth. No hairs except her pubis.

Natural blonde?

Blonde bush, no penis.

Not much different from Milo then.

What would they do?

She imagined Pixy Cut in the chapel, kissing, breasts squishing... but she couldn't make the geometry work.

The bedroom went better, Pixy Cut underneath, Nell's hair trailing over her radiant skin, vulvas rubbing, squelching into a massive... massive... "Oh my God..."

And Milo, with that startled look.

"Get out Milo, you're not invited!"

But he couldn't do any harm, caged, neutered, only able to look on while others had their fun...

Nell shuddered.

Oh god oh god she had to brace herself for this one and...

Outside her window, a car horn blared out the Star Spangled Banner.

"What the heck?"

The Best Orgasm Ever (Until the Next One) popped like a bubble.

Nell bumped back to reality.

Wet, sweaty. Frustrated.

Again the Star Spangled Banner.

Nell rolled over, opened the window and stuck her head out as much as the safety catch would let her.

A battered camper van was pulled up in the access lane, driver's door open so she could see the tape patches on the seats.

Once again, the Star Spangled Banner marred the Autumn day.

"Do you mind?" yelled Nell, feeling the breeze on her exposed nether regions.

Pixy Cut grinned up at her from the driver's door. "Do you want to come for a country walk?"

"Oh," said Nell. Then she called out, "Give me five minutes."

Five minutes to pull on fresh knickers, outdoor trousers, wash her face, do her teeth, unearth her hiking boots, stuff a rain mac in a backpack and find that cute hat that went with the jumper.

Fifteen minute later she tapped walked around the VW camper van. The back seemed to be all bed. Was she going to pop her lesbian cherry in there? Get her neck kissed... and other places?

A third first time in so many weeks.

Knowing it was coming was weird... Milo would call it surreal.

Pixy Cut treated her to yet another blast of Star Spangled Banner.

Nell hopped in the passenger seat and closed the door. "So sorry, you must have thought I wasn't coming."

The blonde gave her a look that made her flush. She inhaled deeply through her nose. "You smell good. What's the scent?"

Nell blushed deeper. "I can't remember... some free of sample... I'm not sure."

Pixy Cut grinned. "Buckle up," she said,"we're going for a ride."

While you're waiting for the next chapter, read a romance set in Year 15 of the CARGO'verse!!