Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 14
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
Number 29 had its own driveway with a black van with logo “UBER SMITH LOCKS” on it. As Hal turned onto the path, the door opened on a 30-something woman in a black velvet dress. She was skinny with a pierced nose and black hair that had the varnished look of a recent dye job. Black rose tatooes were visible through her fishnets. “LostBoy, you made it!” she said.
UberSmith lived in what looked like an old council estate gone over to private ownership. A motorway roared in the background and big storage tanks towered over the rooftops. However, the gardens were neat and there were new looking cars parked in the street. It didn’t feel like somewhere a pierced exhibitionist female locksmith would live.
But this was a pierced exhibitionist female locksmith who want to try to make Hal orgasm.
He'd managed a week after NightNurse. Finally, he'd been feeling horny and there were some very hot girls in the wine bar, so he'd switched on the HrLcker. He'd ended up going home with a woman in her fifties... which had been fine actually, only it left him more horny.
He'd ended up addicted to the app.
Now, a month late, he'd licked and fingered more pussies in the last two weeks than in his entire dating history since puberty, and he'd caved and responded to UberSmith.
Who'd promised she could give him an orgasm.
“Call me Hal, if you like,” he said.
“Stacy, then,” she said with a nasal laugh and he saw her heavy white make up and purple lipstick was fresh.
Hal hesitated in on the doorstep. A cat snaked past his ankles.
UberSmith flashed a smile. “Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Um,” said Hal. “Sure. Thanks.”
She turned and clip-clopped inside on on stiletto heeled ankle boots. The hem of her dress was a ragged mesh material. It did little to hide the black frilly stocking tops, and the pale flesh of her skinny thighs.
Hal followed. After the masturbation selfie, he’d vaguely expected a wilder greeting. Her place was wild, though, like a Halloween theme park. The hall walls were burgundy with candle-style light fittings. The flat hardboard doors had been over painted to give them a medieval planked look. She’d even started adding studs.
Stacy led him into a kitchen living room that ran from front to back. The cheap carpet was worn in patches and had old cigarette burns on it. The only thing that looked new was a big framed Siouxsie and Banshees poster.
“Not very gothy, I’m afraid,” she said. “Haven’t redone this part yet.” She clacked into the kitchen area and put on the kettle. “Take a seat. Dump your coat”
Hal draped his coat over the back of an old sofa then sat in it.
What was he doing here?
“So,” she said as she put teabags in cups. “How is neutered working for you?”
“Uh,” he said. “It’s only been a month and a half.”
“Milk and sugar?” she asked.
“Just milk.”
Stacy brought the tea through and handed him a mug. “And you haven’t gotten off since you pressed the red button?”
Hal flushed. “It was a bit more complicated than that. But, no.”
She sat down in the armchair opposite him. “Have you tried?”
“No,” he said.
He looked at her legs and realised he’d seen them parted, knew she had piercings in her labia. He sipped the weak tea to hide his awkwardness. “It’s not supposed to work.”
“Well,” she said, “I like a challenge. I am the Uber Smith, after all.” She treated him to another nasal laugh.
“Um,” said Hal.
Stacy took a gulp of her tea, then leaned over to set the mug down on the floor. “Let’s get started, shall we?” She shuffled forward, drew in her knees so that the front of her skirts fell back to her waist.
He was still fully clothed. Wearing shoes even. “I don’t...” began Hal.
And there, between snake-tattooed thighs, was her freshly shaved pussy. Two silver ring pierced the flesh of her prominent inner lips, like sentries guarding her vaginal opening.
Hal’s penis went off like an air bag.
“Come on then, Hal,” she said. “Show me how you earned those five star reviews.”
Hal set his tea mug down on the floor then slid off the sofa to kneel before her.
She stretched out her long legs and rested her boots on his shoulders. “Come on. My pussy is getting cold. Lick.”
He ducked forward, mouth open, and caught the scent of Patchouli and musky pussy. Then jewellery brushed his lower lip and her light seafood taste flooded his mouth, triggered a folorn pulse from his captive penis.
Stacy’s skinny legs folded over his back. Her heels bumped his spine. Her thighs were soft on his cheeks.
He flicked his tongue up, found the thick nub of her clitoris and set to work.
“Oh nice!” she groaned. “Hmm. Faster.”
His tongue had gained strength over the last weeks, so he he speeded things up.
Stacy's pussy lips made wet clicking sounds. Her juices flowed into his mouth. Her breathing quickened. His heartbeat kept pace. A wet pressure built up in his groin.
She took a deep breath, held it. Exhaled. Took another deep breath then screeched. “OH YES! YES!”
Her boots pushed him back onto his knees. “That was lovely, thanks... Oh.”
“Hey!” Another female voice. “I thought we were exclusive!”
Hal squirmed around.
A stocky woman with long hair and shaved sides now stood in the lounge doorway. In her lycra crop top and boxer shorts, she looked like she’d just come from a boxing gym.
“Shit!” gasped Hal.
“It’s OK,” said Stacy rising. “He’s a neuter.”
“Oh sure,” said the woman, stomping over. “They don’t count. Do as many of those as you like --- he just didn't look the type. Sorry.”
Stacy giggled. “I thought it would be fun to help him cum. I’ve got the bedroom set up.”
“Sure, knock yourself out.”
Stacy got her hands behind the muscular woman’s neck and, with a little squirm, kissed her on the lips. Their heads tilted, jaws opened.
The boxer made a throaty sound.
Hal suddenly realised what he was seeing. His penis went wild in its cage.
Stacy pulled away. “You whiff.”
“Ran back.” The boxer marched over to the open the fridge and bit the head off a large German sausage. “I might join you later once I’ve showered.”
“Come on then, Hal,” said Stacy. “This way.”
Five minutes later he was spread-eagled on a double bed, wrists and ankles pinioned by velcro fetters.
Stacy at on the edge of the mattress and started removing her boots.
“Won’t she mind?” asked Hal.
“What?” said Stacy with yet another nasal giggle. “No, I’m a Virgo, but she’s a---."
“Virago?” guessed Hal.
“No, Amazon. Like the old Xena show. Men just aren’t people to her.”
“Oh, right,” said Hal.
“Don’t, like, try to have a conversation with her. Don’t make eye contact. Call her ma'am.”
“Um, OK,” said Hal,
Stacy stood up and pulled off her dress to reveal a corset that squeezed her small breasts into a cleavage. Her inner labia were still puffy and pink from the licking he’d given her.
Hal’s penis heaved in appreciation. He squirmed against his bonds, not that that would do him any good. That thought seemed to turn him on even harder.
Stacy rummaged in her bedside drawer and produced a big wand vibrator. “Are you turned on?”
He nodded.
“Good.” She knelt between his legs, thighs demurely pressed together. The wand thrummed. “Here we go...”
She pressed it to his cock. The whole chastity cage buzzed.
There was a moment of pleasant feelings.
Hal thrust his pelvis and groaned. “It's been so long... This is going to...”
His erection shrivelled around its piercing hook. Now the vibrations caused only discomfort. “Stop,” he said. “It hurts. I’ve gone soft.”
Stacy prodded his caged cock. “Certainly doesn’t seem hard in there. Let’s try a different setting.” She leaned over and pinched his nipple, hard.
The pain made him whimper and strained against his bonds. However, it also drove his penis back into hardness.
Again the vibrator hummed, this time more softly. "Gentle this time." She pressed it to his cage.
Again a pleasant sensation built up, only to sting as his erection failed. The tip of his lost penis felt wet.
“Bugger,” she said. “Don’t go away, I’ve got a different idea.”
She went back to the bedside cabinet and produced a black box with some wires and metal probes.
“Jesus!” said Hal, and started struggling.
Stacy flicked back her long dyed black hair. “Don’t worry, it’s only e-stim. And it’s all sterilised.”
Humming to herself, she laced a conduction loop through the base-ring and around the base of his penis. She donned rubber gloves and made him tilt his hips so she could push a probe up his anus. The metal was cold and it prickled going in, but once installed it gave him a pleasant full sensation.
His erection, however, shrivelled.
“Don’t worry,” she said as she connected the wires, “You don’t need to be hard. Here we go...” Another nasal giggle. “Three, two, one...”
The box vibrated.
Excruciating pain speared Hal’s penis. He screamed.
She turned it off.
Hal yanked an arm. “Get me out of these things.”
“Sorry!” she said, pulling at the velcro. “That was a hell of a scream.”
“That felt like a fucking red hot poker in my dick,” he said, sitting up.
The bedroom door opened. Jo marched in, a towel around her waist, big breasts bare. She had bruises on her arms. “Everything OK?”
Hal remembered to keep silent and not meet her eyes.
“E-stim didn’t work,” said Stacy.
“So I heard.” Jo unwrapped the towel, revealing bushy dark pubic hair, and started to dry herself. It made her breasts jiggle and quiver.
“OK,” said Stacy. “I’ve got one more idea.” She reached for a fresh glove. “On your hands and knees, I’ll give you a prostate massage the old fashioned way.”
Blushing, Hal did as he was told. He whimpered as she removed the probe. Then her fingers hooked inside his anus.
“There now,” said Stacy. Her fingers squirmed deliciously. “About there...
Hal’s penis hardened, then shrivelled. “Washout,” he said.
She eased her fingers out. “We’re done. The forums were right.”
Hal shifted to sit cross legged. His anus felt wet and tingly. He was dripping from his cage. “I thought it was mostly just wank fodder.”
“It mostly is, and I think they have bots to increase the noise. But there were some credible voices saying things about pressure points.” She pulled on fake leopard fur dressing gown. “So what exactly did you consent to?”
“There was a video,” he said. “It’s a bit of a blur. Oh, I signed an NDA.” Hal remembered the scary lawyer with her sexy crossed legs and intense eyes and the NDA, and the waiver to his right to privacy --- all the price of getting the device so cheaply. He’d been so turned on he hadn’t paid too much attention. What had the video said? Something about preventing post orgasmic malaise. And the neo-coral grommet preventing the leaking of urine. He frowned. “I’m not supposed to tell anybody about this.”
“How long have you been in the thing?”
“Nearly two months.”
“The neo-coral will already have melded with your dick,” she said. “Hal, you’re never getting the thing off, and you’re never having another orgasm again, ever. Not until the very very far off day that you die.”
As her words sank in, it was was as if a prickly alien had grabbed his genitals. He felt... violated. Neutered. “Thanks for trying.”
“Well, give me a hand tidying up.”
Still naked except for his chastity cage, he helped her strip off the disposable mattress cover to reveal the black sheet beneath. It went in the kitchen bin along with the rubber gloves. The used butt-probe went in a sterilising bucket.
When he returned to bedroom for his clothes, he found Jo sprawled like a lioness, powerful legs splayed and draped over the bend end. “Lick me, boy,” she said.
Without thinking, he responded, “Yes ma’am” and knelt on the floor at the foot fo the bed.
“Whee!” cried Stacy and he had an impression of the be-stockinged Goth streak into the bedroom. She jumped on the bed and backed onto Jo’s face. She looked down on him, her eyes bright. "Too bad about you never being able to cum."
Jo reached up big hands, popped Stacy’s breasts free of the corset and squeezed. “Mmmm.”
Hal took that as his cue and dove into the big woman’s groin. His tongue trawled her thick lips, found her big clitoris. He circled it experimentally.
She writhed and clamped her muscular thighs around his head.
“I did that,” he thought and his penis swelled against its cage.
Stacy rolled forward onto all fours so he could feel her breath on his forhead.
Hal sucked Jo’s big clitoris, flicked it against his teeth.
An earthquake seemed to run through the muscular Amazon. She writhed despite the weight of the other woman, and let out a pussy-muffled groan.
Hal rolled his eyes up to see through the frizz of pubic hair without losing contact with the clitoris.
Jo’s hands had shifted to a kind of milking action, stretching Stacy’s small breasts by the nipples.
Stacy whimpered. He face came close to his. She spoke between gasps, “No... orgasm... for... you... ever.”
The world seemed to pulse. Hal sucked harder. Jo’s juices flowed through his teeth.
Jo let out an un-butch whimper that turned into a cry.
Stacy screeched, “Neutered!”
Hal had a vision of Miss Armstrong pressing his red button. His penis spasmed, treating him to the merest ghost of a memory of an orgasm.
Jo’s thighs released him.
Hal knelt back and contemplated the big patch of semen on the battered laminate floor.
“Lunch,” said Jo, rolling off the bed. “We’ve got a house call.”
“I’ve got time to shower first,” said Stacy. Her stockinged feet appeared next to Hal. “Oh look,” she said. “There is hope after all. Did you feel that?”
“A little,” said Hal.
“Gross,” said Jo. “Lick that up, boy.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Hal without thinking. It was only as he slurped at his own salty ejaculate that he wondered why he had obeyed her so thoughtlessly.
Stacy paused in he bedroom doorway. “You seem like a good boy,” she said. “If you ever want to be a house slave, let me know. You’d have to chip in for food and bills, but we’re building a lovely cell in the old pantry.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” said Hal.
“Better hurry if you want to catch your bus.”
Swigging mouth wash, he let himself out.
Hal sat at the back of the bus as it lurched through the lunchtime rush hour, one block at a time.
His rectum ached. His penis throbbed in its cage. He was surrounded by normal adults on their way into town for shopping or work. When they got home this evening, they could masturbate or make love, or masturbate each other while making love, or masturbate over the last time they made love.
Everybody on this bus could have an orgasm, even the old couple seated up front near the driver... everybody except Hal.
HrLckr pinged was messaging him.
BottleBlond47 (45, Virago): Want a lift?
LostBoy:?
A car horn tooted.
A woman with platinum hair was sitting in an open top sports car in the outer lane. She waved.
LostBoy: I need lunch.
BottleBlond: All you can eat. ;)
Anything was better than the bus. He persuaded the driver to open the doors and ran around the front to get in the car.
An hour and a half later found him sitting in a café, sore tongued and horny, spending the lunch money the woman had given him when she was finished.
He was still puzzling over whether the money was a present, or whether he had basically he just prostituted himself when HrLckr pinged. A leggy waitress winked at him.
While you’re waiting for the next episode, read my first novel in the CARGO ‘verse, set 10 years after the passing of the controversial Act!
Getting really interesting. I am not able to climax myself, but
i remember some exquisite liking!