Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 28

Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

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(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier episodes!)

Tabitha unlocked the door of her room then sprang onto Hal. Pigtails flying, she wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands around his collared neck. "Wholesome fuck!"

His ex-girlfriend wasn't heavy, but the impact made him stagger and drop his bags, even as her body heat through his shirt set his penis inflating in its permanent cage.

Tabitha mewled, mashed her lips into his, stuck her tongue into his mouth.

Hal returned the kiss and tried not to bump teeth as he carried her into the tiny room. A kick of his foot and the door closed. They landed across the bed, still kissing, crotches bumping, her thighs like a steel trap. His penis pulsed and he had a vision of pounding into Mistress from behind while she licked the American blonde to orgasm.

Tabitha ground her pussy against his cage and groaned. She pushed at his shoulders so he rose up. She was bare-breasted under her silky black dress, nipples pushing up the fabric like little volcanoes.

Tabitha pulled off his T-shirt while kicked off his sneakers.

She craned forward and flicked his nipple with her tongue. "Do you have the key for the collar?"

"It's permanent," said Hal

Her brown eyes twinkled. "Well you can still get unlocked at the other end," she said. "Fuck me, Hal! Fuck me wholesomely."

A squirt escaped Hal's caged penis. He really, really needed that fuck, and it wasn't available for five years. The strength went out of him and he slid down off the bed like a rag doll.

Tabitha's little black dress had ridden up. There was her smooth-shaved pussy with a criss-crossed briar tattoo where her pubic hair should be. Her swollen inner lips pouted coyly from the between the pert outer ones. Her thighs funnelled her musk to him; ripe and feline.

Hal nuzzled between her small thighs, tongue extended.

"Oh?" said Tabitha raising her head. "OK."

He sank the tip of his tongue between her salty lips and slithered it up, zigzagging like a skier against the fleshy walls so her juices sloshed. His tongue bumped her button clit, and he snatched it back and repeated the stroke.

Tabitha purred theatrically. With a giggle, she kicked off her shoes and wrapped her legs around his head. Her bare heels bumped his shoulder blades. "Oh fuck..." Her breathing quickened until she was panting like a runner.

Still zigzagging, Hal sped up his wiggling strokes so her juices splashed his face, filled his mouth. Each time his tongue bumped her clit, his cage seemed to tighten a notch.

Tabitha whimpered, jiggled her hips. "Oh fuck oh fuck." Her fingers gouged the covers. Her heels drummed Hal's back. She arched her spine and cried out, long and passionate, "Misssssstreeessssss!"

A spurt escaped Hal's slit. Inside its permanent cage, his penis subsided into a sticky half-hardness.

Tabitha unfurled her legs and lay there across the bed like a sacrifice. She let out a long sigh. "Sorry, Hal. That was a last one for Her." She giggled and he remembered Mistress fingering her on the apartment balcony while the party went on inside.

"Now get unlocked," she said, "so we can have that wholesome fuck."

Hal groaned and sank back to sit on his heels. He flushed and her juices felt sticky on his mouth. How could he tell her?

He shifted to sit against the wall under the window, legs bent, feet braced against the bed. The room was not much bigger than his cell --- his old cell. His vision blurred. How had they lived like this?

Tabitha sat up. She flicked back her pigtails. "What's the matter, honey? Are you missing her?"

Hal nodded.

"But it was all just roleplay. I mean, you couldn't make a life like that, really. You never getting off. Her always in alpha bitch mode." Tabitha slipped off the bed. She rearranged her little black dress then opened the door and dragged his bags inside the room. "So where's the key...?"

When he didn't answer, she unzipped both bags. A moment rummaging and she fished out the Artemis Welcome Pack NightNurse had given him and tipped it onto the bed. "Dildos and..." She dangled the keys on their chain. "Look what I found!"

Hal's penis hardened pointlessly in its cage. He groaned. Five years. "Jesus."

Tabitha grinned. "No, not Jesus but I am going to take you to Heaven for a little while." She pulled off her dress and tossed it on the room's one chair they'd salvaged from a skip a lifetime ago.

The curtains were open and the sunlight from the window painted her neat figure in blinding white. She looked like a marble nymph, her tattoos like graffiti from passing tourists. Except marble nymphs didn't have erect nipples and pouting inner labia, both a radiant pink.

"Nice vanilla heaven," she said with a shimmy that made her small breasts jiggle.

Hal's penis tried to rear up out of its cage. "I..."

Suddenly he really wanted this. To be normal. To fuck like they used to do then lie together looking at the flaking ceiling and imagining where else they might live, one day when their careers picked up.

Tabitha put a finger to her lips. "Shush." Pigtails swinging, she stood astride him so he was eye-to-eye with her engorged pussy.

Maybe he could delay the terrible moment when she discovered he was neutered. He leaned forward, mouth open.

"Ah ah." Giggling, she sank to slide down his bent legs and sit in the angle between his thighs and his belly. She ducked to kiss his forehead then pressed her right breast against his lips. "Remember these?"

Hal whimpered. He opened his mouth and sucked in the small breast. He tasted the summer sweat and hemp soap. An old habit got him flicking his tongue against the suction-elongated nipple.

"Mmmm." Tabitha stroked his hair. "That's better isn't it, Hal?"

Hal nodded his head as much as was possible with his mouth full of breast. He did! He did remember this.

Tabitha reached down and expertly captured each of his nipples and tweaked, hard.

Hal yelped into her breast.

She laughed and the sharp sensation twisted into pleasure that coiled into his caged groin.

"Come on, lover boy, stand up." She rose, lifting him by the nipples.

Hal released her breast and did as he was told.

She grinned up at him --- one small breast now shiny with his saliva, the nipple sticking out like a fingertip --- and tugged at his belt.

He let her lower his jeans and his boxers.

Brandishing the keys, Tabitha dropped to her knees. She flicked back her pigtails. "I am going to give you such a blow---Oh... Shit." She looked up at him. "Hal? Where does the key go?"

Hal's penis chose that moment to suck the blood from his brain and swell against its cage bars until it hurt. "I... It..." Hal licked his lips. Coughed. "It doesn't." His cheeks burned. His bruised nipples throbbed. His cage felt as if it were packed with pulsating lava. "The... the red button? She... She pressed it. And this is an Artemis chastity cage. So." He shuddered and a little semen escaped. "Stuck."

"Just wow." Tabitha's eyes widened. "I forgot about the button --- I was so angry with you." Her tongue flickered over her upper lip. "And she did that?"

Hal nodded. "She..." Neutered me. "CARGO. I..." There wasn't enough blood in his brain. "Five years," he managed.

Tabitha stood up and perched on the edge of the bed. She folded her arms over her breasts, and there was that definite streak that always excited him.

"I can't wait that long." Her gaze dropped to his caged ground. "I've had enough of kink for now."

"No! I..." Hal's voice caught. He felt like an exile watching his homeland recede as the wake of the ship extended into the bleak ocean.

"What?"

"I have..." God he felt stupid saying it. "I have... prosthetics."

"The dildos?"

"It doesn't have to be kinky." He struggled back into his Magic Boxers and indicated the bag of rubber dicks. "Pick a penis. Any penis."

"As long as it's a dildo?" She giggled. "OK. I'll try it... once." She turned away and started sorting through the dildos. "Actually... the fact is --- and this is a bit embarrassing --- I was a bit worried you'd be too small after Victor." She spun around. She was cradling a dildo as if it were a prize. It was short and fat and looked weirdly like headless sumo wrestler. "Go on try this. All the girth and none of the extra length."

Hal turned away to install it. It was --- as far as he could remember --- about the length of his real penis, but maybe twice as fat. Just how well hung was Victor?

When he turned back, Tabitha was already in bed, head on the pillows, covers drawn back. She patted the mattress. "Come to bed, lover boy."

He swallowed, then clambered onto the bed between her skinny legs. He ducked to kiss her tattooed pubic mount, her little flat belly. "You're so beautiful."

Tabitha sighed happily and stretched. "Oh I've missed you, Hal."

He reached her breasts, gnawed the nipple of the neglected one.

Her bare feet nudged his buttocks. She lifted her pelvis suggestively. "Come on, fuck me!"

He stretched out over her on all fours, ducked to look between them.

She adjusted and the dildo nuzzled into the nook of her vulva.

He sank his hips and the dildo vanished into her, making the lips bulge.

Tabitha let out another sigh. "Oh. Nice." She raised her head and nipped his nipple. "Now fuck me like old times."

And he did.

Each twitch of his hips squelched the dildo into her, then slurped it out, faster and faster. She writhed under him, pigtails dancing, pinned by the pounding, pistoning penis that gave him no sensation other than a wet tightness in his caged groin.

Tabitha raised her legs, wrapped them around his hips and thrust back at him. She grabbed his steel collar, drew his face down.

She was too short for Hal to ever quite manage to kiss her on the mouth while fucking her, but he managed to nuzzle her neck and gnaw and suck while his lost cock throbbed and spasmed in its prison.

She groaned, whimpered, then let out an ululating moan.

Hal slowed to a halt.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clamped him to her sweaty body. Her nipples were like thumbs pressed into his chest. "Wow," she said. "Just wow. Wholesome fuck achieved!"

"Not done yet," said Hal. He heaved himself free. The dildo plopped out of her. He grabbed her waist and flipped her.

"Oh," she said, presenting her pert buttocks. "More wholesome fuck."

The hot smell of her pussy wafted up to bathe Hal's face.

Tabitha was so very much smaller than Mistress--- Shona. A doll of a woman. He spread his knees to adjust the height, then hooked his prosthetic penis up between her slender thighs.

She reached back and guided it in.

He took a firm hold of tiny trim waist and thrust.

The fat dildo went inside with a splat.

"Oh!" Tabitha nuzzled her buttocks against him. "Nice."

He withdrew a little, then went to work with his hips and thighs; thrust... slurp... thrust... slurp... thrust... He could do this all day without breaking a sweat.

Tabitha groaned and gasped, then whimpered then settled into grunted in time to the churning dildo while the perspiration broke out on her back and her spine undulated with each thrust.

Hal's caged groin tightened, leaked, slackened, throbbed, tightened, leaked...

The sun shifted, so the room was in the shade. The traffic outside picked up. Hal's muscles started to ache.

Finally Tabitha cried, "Enough! Stop!"

She sprawled off her hands and knees and rolled over to grin up at Hal. "Multiple orgasmic or what? Victor could never do that."

Hal flopped down and lay on his back next to her, his caged groin a wet pulsing stickiness, his skin tingling with lust. The fat dildo rose up, endlessly erect and slick with her juices. It dripped onto his belly just above the waistband of the magic boxers. He shuddered.

Tabitha propped herself up on one arm, small breasts soft and lolling with the heat. She pinged the dildo. "An upgrade, really."

"Really?"

"Sized to fit. Goes on as long as a girl wants, then stops." She giggled. "No sticky afters. Very wholesome."

Hal's lost cock throbbed in protest. "I thought you liked me coming inside you."

Tabitha shifted to sit cross legged like a pixy. "I suppose." She rubbed the tip of dildo thoughtfully.

Hal imagined what that would feel like, felt only a numb stickiness in his real cock. He squirmed as if that would help.

Tabitha let out another giggle and started to pump at the shaft of the dildo.

Hal's hips twitched. "Oh shit. No."

Tabitha pouted. "But you like handjobs!"

"I can't..."

Her hand blurred on the shaft and Hal could almost feel it.

Almost.

Tabitha rolled back onto her hands and knees. Pigtails swinging, she took the dildo into her mouth so her lips bulged around the thick shaft. "Mmm."

Hal's cage tightened, crushing his cock.

His eyes watered.

She sat up again. "How was that for you, lover boy?"

Hal sobbed.

"So that's the answer." Tabitha flicked back her pigtails. "I like to destroy men... I mean not destroy them. I mean destroy the mask. And my pussy is like a hoover, sucking it off --- the mask --- like some demon vortex. Do you get me?"

The blood rushed in Hal's ears. He couldn't focus on her words. "Uh?" he managed.

"But I don't need a vagina full of cum. Just the... the vulnerability." She snuggled down next to him, put her head on his shoulder.

A spasm ran through Hal. His caged penis spasmed numbly.

"So, maybe I'll miss real cock," said Tabitha. "Eventually..." She reached down and drew a little circle around the blank slit of the dildo.

Hal chewed his lip. Tears ran down his face. Five years. He had to do five years of this.

"...but," continued Tabitha. "As long as I'm getting to you, I'm good for now. And maybe this is better." She giggled. "Less messy at any rate." She withdrew her hand and brushed the hairs on Hal's chest. "So where do we go from here?"

Hal screwed his eyes shut, had a vision of Mistress's red-thatched pussy, opened them again. "I have an interview for that lecturing contract." He fingered the steel collar around his neck, remembered her ordering him to put it on. The metal was almost hot to the touch. "I need to get this collar off."

"That's good," said Tabitha. "And I'm looking at grants to do a computing conversion course. A degree in Business Studies and Design doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere." She kissed his cheek. "Give us five years and we'll be middle class!"

Hal inhaled and was suddenly aware of the scent of their love making. How could she talk so calmly after that.

But of course, she was spent and he was not.

Five years...

He made himself ignore the throb in his caged groin. "I need to register as a Chaste," he said, "so I can get out of this cage."

She raised her head from his shoulder. "You can get out of the cage after all?"

"After five years. Means wearing a collar, though. So I'll have to register after the interview."

"Collar?" She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not keen on that."

"Me neither," said Hal. "But universities have all sorts of diversity policies. It will be fine."

"But I want to be done with kink."

"It's the only hope I have."

"I suppose." Her head returned to his shoulder. Again, she touched the dildo. This time she stroked it with the back of her hand, down to the root in his magic boxers. "I wonder if I could design something that feels more natural? More of a thong. A dong thong tee-em." She giggled. "I think I can still get access to the 3D printer at my old Uni..." She kissed his forehead. "I mean, if you're going to be stuck for a few years, it might as well feel right?"

"Feel right for who?" asked Hal.

Tabitha just laughed. She pulled on a long T-shirt and went off, naked under the cotton, to fetch them both water from the kitchen.

Hal lay on the bed listening to her move around the flat and felt weird. It was simple with Mistress. He just had to do as he was told, and above all else, to serve. Now he was back to a normal relationship, with all the second guessing and sharing he could never get right.

"Still hard?" Tabitha set down the two mugs.

Hal glanced at his groin. "Yes. Oddly."

She dimpled. "Well, we'll have to do something about that." She climbed onto the bed, lifted the hem of her T-shirt, flashing her shaved pussy, then sank down on the fat dildo. "How does that feel?"

Hal whimpered.

Tabitha giggled and rocked her hips so her vagina made wet clicking sounds around the prosthetic penis.

As if in a dream, Hal reached up and pinched her nipples through her T-shirt.

"Wholesome... fuck..." said Tabitha between gasps.

Hal just sobbed in time to her rocking, while the tears ran down his cheeks.

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