Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 10
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
"Go on," repeated Colleen from the comfort of her futon. Her grey eyes narrowed with more apparent curiosity than excitement. "Get naked."
Hal blinked at her.
The light from her bedside lamp made her seem oddly like an ancient marble fertility goddess laid on her back --- head cushioned on a mop of curly black hair, trim waist, but softly exaggerated hips and plump thighs framing a dark V.
He didn't feel particularly turned on. Even so, he couldn't think of anything else to do. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled with the zip to his jeans.
"Oh," said Colleen. "Somebody has been getting busy."
"What?"
She pointed at his crotch. Her arm was surprisingly muscular. She kept her fingernails short and practical, with no varnish.
Hal felt, not lust, so much as curiosity.
She flashed her teeth. "Will you look at your damp patch?"
He tore his gaze away from the extended limb and inspected his groin. Sure enough, the front of his underpants had a big wet splotch where he had leaked semen. His cheeks burned.
"Don't worry," she said. "That's normal for a chaste... actually it's good for what I'm needing to walk you through." She patted the mattress. "Hurry up."
He struggled out the rest of his clothes and knelt next to her on the futon mattress.
The Irish nurse just lay there, cheerfully inert. "How do you feel? Honest answer."
Hal considered. "Weird. Sightly embarrassed. A little humiliated, but not in a kinky way."
"Do you feel turned on?"
He glanced at the beautiful naked girl and remembered how sexy she was even in her nurse's drab uniform. "Yes, of course."
Her dark eyebrows lowered. "I'll thank you for an honest answer."
Maybe actual honesty would let him escape this weirdness. "OK. Numb, actually. Maybe a little burned out. This has all been so fast."
"So, here's the first lesson. Does how you feel make a difference?"
"I don't understand."
"Touch me."
"Where?"
"I like my breasts massaged."
Hal knelt up and grabbed both her pale breasts. Each was slightly more than a handful. He squeezed gently. The nipples visibly erected as if he were pumping them up.
She bent her right knee, lifting one soft thigh from the bed. Now the shape of her pubic mound was visible and the way the furry expanse curved in to form her outer lips.
"Now what do you feel?" she asked, head still settled on the pillow. It was like dealing with a talking statue.
Hal inclined his head, but didn't take his gaze from her pussy. "Awe, actually."
Her eyes did not so much as flicker in his direction. "Awe?"
He nodded. "Women always seemed so... I feel stupid saying this."
"Go on."
"Magical."
"Interesting. Are you hard yet?"
Hal shook his head. "Sorry."
"Second lesson. Do I care whether you're hard or not?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
"How would I tell?"
Hal contemplated his caged groin. It was true that the flesh-toned mesh pretty much hid the state of his penis, unless you looked at it really closely under good light. He lifted it and let it flop. "You could prod my cage to see if I was soft."
"Ah, but did I do that, now?"
"No," said Hal, now feeling oddly light-headed. "No you did not."
Colleen chuckled. "Now how are you feeling?"
"Really weird. Still not turned on."
She opened her legs. Her inner lips bulged free of the fuzzy outer lips. "Go down on me."
"Uh. OK." He shifted to kneel between her feet. Carefully he lay down on his front, feet over the edge of the futon touching the floor, caged groin pressed into the mattress. He slid his arms under her plump buttocks and ducked his head between her welcoming thighs.
The smell of fresh soap could not mask the sharper aroma of her pussy.
"Just lick my clit," she said. "Try not to make a mess."
He settled his parted lips into her prickly fur, rested his nose on her pubic bone. Gingerly, he extended his tongue.
He found hair then --- probing a little --- slippery secret flesh with a bitter sweet taste that seemed to tell of too many coffees downed during too many late shifts. A careful tongue-tip search found the already erect nub of her clitoris.
He flicked experimentally.
"Good," she said. "Grind a little."
He pulled back, mostly just to show he could. He regarded her through the frizz. Her breasts made smooth landscape. Her strong jaw belied her softness. "Why am I doing this?"
"That's the third lesson. Go on then. Tongue my clit."
Leaning in, he worked the point of his tongue, squishing around the slippery nodule.
Colleen let out a happy sigh. "Keep going."
Hall's tongue ached from overextension, but he did as he was told and kept the up the circling action.
Colleen's inner lips pressed warmly against Hall's chin and half-closed mouth. The scent of her skin teased his nostrils. Her breathing quickened, her breasts rose and fell. Her hips shifted a little. She took a deep breath then exhaled.
"You can stop. Good control."
Hal propped himself up on his elbows.
"Right." She pulled in her legs and stood unsteadily on the mattress. "Let's get you your Official Artemis Welcome Pack. Oh..." Her grey eyes swept his back. “You’ve had a fair tanning. There’s even scabs. Was that the same one who pushed your little red button?”
Hal's penis twitched inside its cage. "It was."
"Quite a Virago that one, then?"
"I thought the term was Virgo?" Hal shifted to kneel up, so she couldn't see the damage.
"We Virgos just like our men without cocks. Viragos... they're scarier."
Hal had a vision of cleaning Miss Armstrong's flat, polishing her boots, doing her laundry. He'd imagined the red haired giantess as sweet and vulnerable, perhaps cutely awkward. "I only really properly met her once."
Colleen's vulva was level with his face, framed by soft thighs. He could still taste it. They'd kissed properly just once. Dates didn't normally work out like this.
“Well now, time's running away from us.” Still naked, she got off the bed and went to a cardboard box in the corner. She bent over, so that her buttocks and thigh tops formed a diamond window around her furry pussy.
Hal's cage clenched around his cock. The blood seemed to go to his head.
“Waist size thirty two?”
Hal stared at her stupidly.
She wriggled her back side. “Waist thirty two?”
“Yes.”
“Here!” She tossed him a small gym bag with the ARTEMIS logo on it. Inside were a dildos of different shapes, sizes and colours, all in in holders like a roll of tools. There was also a pack of black boxer shorts.
“Underwear?”
“Put one on, you’ll see,” said Colleen.
Feeling odd with her watching, he pulled one one of the garments. They must have Lycra in them, because they fitted very firmly.
“Magic Boxers. There’s a ring for a dildo,” she said. Colleen stooped --- breasts quivering - and fished a monster rubber penis out from under her pillow. “Try Mr Thick.” She tossed the thing at him.
He caught it, nearly dropped it. It was... realistic, down to a pink purple shade for the permanently engorged head.
Sure enough, the flies of the boxers concealed a solid rubber ring. He managed to get the dildo through it so the flared base rested in the the angle between his pubic bone and the top of his penis... his cage, he mentally corrected. His real penis was in there, pierced and pinned but waiting to get out and erect itself.
“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” said Colleen.
There was a full length mirror on a stand by the clothing rail. It reflected an image of Hal that looked for all the world as if he were a well endowed super stud with his erection poking out of his underwear.
His groin pulsed, making his hips twitch.
The Irish girl appeared behind him. She reached around and grasped the penis. “What can you feel?”
His hips twitched, but he felt only a numb tightness in his groin. “Nothing,” he said.
She started massaging the dildo as if masturbating it.
“How long since you did this?”
“A week, perhaps, it seems a lifetime ago.”
“Can you remember it?”
He could. Just a quicky while Tabitha slumbered beside him, because he couldn’t sleep because he was excited about going to the clinic in the morning.
“Was it good.”
“Not particularly.”
“Not missing much, then.”
She slid around to kneel in front of him. Her plump lips parted and she engulfed the rubber penis in her mouth. “Mmmmm.”
Hal whimpered.
She drew back her mouth, trailing a strand of saliva. “What about this?”
Tabitha had liked giving him blow jobs, but only when he dominated her. He remembered spanking her pert buttocks then “making” her give him oral, and her squishing his penis with her tongue, and suckling to draw out the semen. He’d been less good at switching, though. “A couple of months ago.”
“Was it good?”
He remembered spraying cum into his girlfriend’s ready mouth. “God yes.”
"How did you feel after?"
"Vaguely guilty."
“Well you’ll never, ever be feeling that again.” She kissed the tip of the dildo. Then she stood up and moved back to the futon. She dropped to all fours, so that her black hair cascaded down to the mattress. The gave him a sultry looked over her shoulder. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Dildo wobbling, Hal stumbled toward the futon. "Oh god so much."
She rolled over and sat cross legged and put up her hand to halt him. "Well you can't."
He whimpered and swayed drunkenly. "But I'm so... Oh god turned on now."
Colleen shrugged, making her breasts quiver hypnotically. "So I'm going to make you do some thinking. If you guilted me into a pity fuck, would that make things all better for you?"
Hal had a groin tightening flashback to the dildo pushing into her ready mouth and him feeling nothing. His hips quivered. "Jesus no. It would just make things worse."
"If you took advantage of me? If I was all emotional, or bladdered --- drunk --- or --- god forbid --- asleep?"
He shook his head. "It would be wrong, of course, but also pointless."
"So do your feelings matter?"
A bleakly cold hand seemed to seize his heart. It was as if he wasn't a person any more. Somehow he'd ended up like the Roman slaves he'd studied. He shook his head. "No they don't."
"So that's lesson one." She rolled around back onto her hands and knees. "As it happens I do feel like a fuck after all. Come on then big boy."
He knelt behind her, his knees between her bare feet.
“Grab my waist,” she said.
Her skin was warm and tacky with perspiration. The animal scene of her pussy wafted up to tease his nostrils.
Hal moaned. His hips twitched, prodding the dildo up at her crotch.
“Ouch,” she said, “careful.” She reached a hand between her thighs and steered the monster dildo up inside herself. “Start slow.”
He swayed back on his knees.
Her vagina slurped around the artificial penis.
He leaned forward. The dildo went in. It looked just like his real penis was fucking her, but he felt nothing but a tight numbness in his groin, and frustration... exquisite frustration, like when he'd studied that scroll from Herculaneum and half of it was missing and he knew he'd never get to read the entire text, but he could almost imagine what it might say.
“Nice,” she said. "Hold on there. Are you hard?"
He whimpered.
"I'll take that as a yes. But do I care?"
He shook his head, then realised she couldn't see. He mumbled, "No."
"Well sometimes a Virgo does." She sounded strangely normal and unflustered for a woman with a dildo in her vagina. "Sometimes it's funny or a turn on. But mostly I don't care, just like I didn't care you were soft when you went down on me. It's simply irrelevant. So what's the answer?"
"Second lesson, it doesn't matter if I'm hard." Saying that out loud made the blood run to his penis. The head prickled and he was suddenly very aware of the PA-hook anchoring it in its prison.
"What do you want to do now?"
He wanted to stop, go home. He wanted to pound the dildo into her. He was scared of missing out on pleasuring this beautiful, horny woman, but terrified of how he'd feel after. "I don't know."
"So fuck me."
Hal took a good grip on her waist, leaned back to withdraw the dildo, then leaned in so his thighs pressed into her soft buttocks.
Colleen groaned and rocked her hips to meet him.
He repeated the action, faster, and again, this time putting his hips into it.
Still rocking so her back undulated like heavy sea, Colleen gasped, "Oh that's very..."
His thrust caught her off guard and she whimpered.
Hal grinned. Now he was in control of the situation.
"...good," she completed. "Sometimes..."
He twitched his hips again, set up a pounding rhythm.
The Irish nurse gave up trying to speak or rock to match his rhythm. Instead, she dipped her waist, arched her back and just let out a vibrating, "Unnnnnnnn," interrupting herself to gasp for breath. But there was no rising crescendo, no sense she was going to come to a climax.
And the more he hammered into her, the more Hal was aware of the pulsating Gordian knot of hopeless lust between his legs.
Panic rose up his chest. He could never unsee this, never unfeel it, never clear it from his mind with a quick wank. His cage abruptly loosened, as if it were all too much. Now his caged genitals swung freely as he kept up the thrusting.
Abruptly, Colleen's groan became an ululating cry, as if she were riding a shopping trolley down a steep slope. She ended in a shout, then flopped forward and sprawled on the bed.
Hal just knelt there, panting, with the prosthetic penis still erect. His cock chose that moment to return to hardness. His hips quivered, but she was right --- there was nothing he could do about it.
Colleen’s breathing calmed down. She rolled over onto her side and looked back at him. “Well you’d better give me back Mr Thick."
"You didn't tell me lesson three: why do I do this?"
She shifted to sit up against the pillows and the wall. She was flushed from brow to breast tops just short of erect nipples.
Hal chewed his lip and settled to sit on his heels.
"Did you want to fuck me?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Were equally you afraid of how you'd feel after?"
He nodded. His penis pulsed in agreement.
"So why did you fuck me?"
"Because you told me to."
"Well there's your third lesson. You Chastes service us because we Virgos tell you to." She grinned and held out her hands. "Mr Thick?"
As Hal wrestled the sticky dildo out of its rubber ring, she said, "I find it fascinating. There's some sort of feedback mechanism so that inclination generates a matching aversion. Somebody ought to study it." She acceped the dildo and --- waving her hand at where her dressing gown hung --- rose off the futon. "I'm thinking of going back to Uni to do a conversion course."
Hal handed her her the fluffy garment. "I don't recommend an academic career."
"Oh I think there are Artemis grants for that kind of thing. It's a good time to be a woman." She tied the sash. "There." Then she looked at him in surprise. "Well, get dressed, will you? Fiona will only want head. I’ll order you a ride for thirty minutes time."
He nodded, as if that were the most normal thing in the world.
And half an hour later, Hal was standing outside the Nurse's halls waiting for the taxi. He couldn’t quite bring to mind what Fiona’s face looked like, but he the feline scent of her unchanged sheets stayed with him, as did the the sight of Colleen’s back undulating as he pounded her with the dildo.
And somehow Ms Armstrong’s red-thatched pussy came back to him, and her whipping him till he bled, then pressing his button, neutering him.
A wet pressure build up in his groin. He need to cum, but of course he couldn’t. Not ever.
His phone pinged. Five star review from NightNurse and GrumpyStumpy. Also, UberSmith had found him and wanted to chat.
He closed the app. He might even delete it.
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