Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 38 FINALE!!!

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Chapter 38

(For those who’ve just tuned in, this takes place in the CARGO’verse where male chastity and gender flipped trad marriage are enforced by a new law. Rest of story here. Final chapter next week!)

"Castrating bitch." Hal tore at the last ankle-cuff's Velcro while blood trickled down his arms and pain blazed across his skin and the rubber penis nuzzled his thigh.

The fetter came off.

Hal tried to rise, but it was as if he'd been dipped in lava, melting his bones.

The redhead's voice cut through the haze. "Look at me, slave!"

"Bi---"

But there she was, a vision of a fantasy Roman domina, bedecked in gold jewellery that matched her red hair, one sandalled foot pushed forward of the hem of her Classical tunic dress.

His lost penis swelled to fill the permanent chastity cage.

"Kiss my toes, slave," she said.

Hal started to crawl towards her. Wetness ran down his back. The tendons of his arms and legs ached. His nipples throbbed in time to the pulse of his rigid erection.

He looked down, and there was his cock, ready and hard. Except it wasn't his cock. Never would be. And the fronts of his thighs looked as if he'd been dragged through brambles --- scratched and bleeding from that insane scourge she'd used on him.

Hal forced himself to remember that his real penis existed... pinned and caged and hidden along with his testicles by the realistic scrotum pouch of the DongThong...

Yes, his real penis did exist. However, its one purpose was now to remind him of what she had done to him.

The pain twisted to rage. He launched himself to his feet, clenched his fists. "Bitch!"

She smiled down at him through the red mist. "Option B, then." As he staggered closer, she reached for the shoulders of her gown. It slid down to reveal freckled skin and...

He'd expected modern underwear to dispel the Roman illusion. But the garment fell away to reveal a soft linen bra that barely constrained her big breasts, nor hid the shape of her erect nipples. The white fabric gown pooled at her feet and she stood there like a Roman domina who had stepped through a time portal.

The vision of Ancient Rome brought Hal to a halt. Then her red-thatched crotch drew his gaze. Her inner lips were already bulging and glistening with juices. His penis tried to rear free of its forever prison. The mist became a bloody fog and he swung his fist up at her face.

The redhead's big hand snagged his wrist, then his other wrist. She rolled back onto the rug, kicked his legs as she did so that he fell with her.

He landed between her open thighs like a lover, bloodied skin pressed against hers so that his welts prickled. Her warm musk enveloped him; sweat and sex.

"No!" He tried to lever himself up. The friction of skin on skin tore new sheets of pain across his skin.

Her powerful legs clamped his waist. Her sandals dug into the welts on his buttocks jolting pain up his spine so he shuddered and squealed. The shear weight crushed his groin into hers. "Is it in?" she asked.

Hal reflexively glanced down between them, past her now blood-speckled linen top, past her soft belly to the red forest between her thighs.

Yes, it was in. The dildo, the replica of his penis, was buried in her pussy. She was raping him.

Two could play that game.

"Fuck you!" He twitched his hips back then thrust so the dildo splatted into her vagina. "Fuck you," he repeated.

And he did.

He fucked her hard.

The giant redhead let go of his wrists, unfurled her legs from his waist.

Hal shifted to almost on all fours and really slammed into her. "Bitch! Bitch!"

She remained inert, absorbing his assault. Nothing moved, not even her gold necklace.

After a while, he felt the need to looked down to check he was still in.

He was.

The glistening rubber penis was still dipping in and out of her red forest, dwarfed by the freckled landscape of her long powerful legs.

The sight fooled something in his animal brain and a prickle of pleasure went through his caged penis.

But it wasn't real!

"Bitch!"

Still watching, he thrust faster and faster hurtling towards... towards...

Nothing. Just a tightness in his chastity cage.

The redhead didn't even stir. She just lay there like a statue worked in pink-flecked marble. A beautiful statue of a goddess he was trying to despoil like some grubby handed monk desecrating a pagan shrine.

Trying and failing.

The rubber penis... the exact replica of his own imprisoned organ... was having no effect.

The hardness went from his groin and he froze in place. Every surface hurt as if barbed wire wrapped his naked flesh.

The dildo was still erect, of course, still hooked into her.

She lifted her head, fixed him with her big green eyes. "Is this who you are? Is this who you really are?"

Hal sobbed. Tears streamed down and soaked her linen top. "Oh god I'm sorry. So sorry oh god oh god." Still sobbing, he gently lifted his hips to withdraw the hateful prosthetic penis.

Finally the redhead moved.

She reached up and enfolded him in her big arms. Her gold bangles dug into the welts shoulders. She pulled his head down to lie on her breasts. A shuffle to remove the linen top and his cheeks were buried in naked softness even as her warm scent made his groin thrum. "There now," she said.

Hal wept. "I'm sorry I'm sorry."

"It's OK," she said. "I know who you really are." She nudged his head sideways, rolled his face onto her breast. Her nipple pressed against his lips, already erect, like a finger trying to force its way into his mouth.

He sucked it in, tongued the nub against his teeth while the taste of her skin filled his senses, kindled a new pressure in his chastity cage. The welts criss-crossing his skin became a fiery net, pressing him into her.

The redhead sighed. "That's more like it." She stroked his back, then ran her fingers over his wounds, trailing pain like glitter. "I've..." She shifted under him, and it was like being at sea on an inflatable raft. "...really marked you."

Hal sucked harder, taking more breast between his lips, tasting her skin. He coiled his tongue to flick her nipple.

She pushed his head... down.

Hal slithered his face off her breast, over her belly, and rolled back onto his knees. He hunched over so the warm dildo pressed into his thighs and the skin of his back tautened, opening the welts so they stung as they bled. He ducked his face between her knees.

And there, behind wild red curls, her vulva waited for him. The inner lips were shiny and swollen, pushing open her cleft.

His mouth filled with saliva. He swallowed then nuzzled between her pale freckled thighs, burrowed his tongue into her pussy, trawled the luxurious salty fronds of her inner lips and completed his pilgrimage to her button clitoris.

And he licked.

"At last! I... oh..." She arched her back against the rug. "Oh fuck... oh my... Fuck!" Her breathing quickened until she was panting.

Pure joy boiled through Hal. The pain from the web of welts blurred into sheet lightening that twitched his tongue into a frenzy.

She inhaled, and it was as if the world held its breath with her.

Hal flickered his tongue against her clitoris, splashed her juices over his face.

At last, the giant redhead let out a long, low groan that reverberated through Hal's every nerve so that each whip mark blazed anew and it was as if he were in the clutches of a fiery demon.

She interrupted herself to gasp for breath, then groaned some more. Finally she closed her thighs. "Enough, slave."

Hal rolled back onto his knees with the useless replica penis clammy on his belly.

The redhead propped herself up on her elbows. "What you are," she said, "is a Good Slave."

Hal knew she was right.

There was nowhere else to go, nobody else to be and that was fine. The words just came out. "I love you, Mistress."

"I know," said Mistress. She rose to tower over him. She slid forward her sandalled right foot. "Kiss."

He went on his hands and knees and kissed her toes, tasted leather and perspiration.

"Good Slave," she repeated.

He realised he was weeping again, except this time it was tears of joy. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Now," she said --- her tone made him kneel up --- "Go shower before you bleed everywhere. Then run me a bath, then clean up this mess."

"Yes, Mistress." Hal scrambled to his feet. Head ducked, like a soldier under fire, he made for the door.

A wild life of pain and sensuality and service and second-hand pleasure and frustration and fervour stretched out before him and it was all fine. He loved his Mistress and he was her...

"Good Slave," she repeated as he left the room.

"Look..." Colleen had said --- back on that Christmas eve --- as she returned from the kitchen with another bottle of wine. "It's just two little words."

It would have been a cosier evening with the slave to serve the drinks, even cosier if the place had been tidy. Even so...

"I am NOT pandering to him," said Shona.

"But you're needing him to love you," said Colleen.

Shona flushed and hated the sensation. "I wish I hadn't told you that!"

"But that's what this is all about."

"Yes, but I am still NOT pandering to him." Shona handed her friend the corkscrew. "Nor am I negotiating nor meeting him half way nor splitting the difference nor 'role playing' like some spotty fucking nerd with a rubber sword..."

"It's not pandering," said Colleen. "There's no compromise." She gave a little grunt as she worked the corkscrew. The bottle opened with a pop. She bushed back her dark tresses and took a swig. The red wine moistened her lips, making her skin seem vampire pale.

"How is it not?" said Shona, taking the bottle. It tasted good --- a pity there weren't any clean glasses.

"It's affirming... shaping," said Colleen. "Your words shape his psychology. It's like... oh having the password to his phone."

"But I'm not a word person."

"It's only two words."

"I'll be surprised if it works," said Shona.

"So, big question," said Colleen, suddenly serious.

Shona sobered. "Fuck, what is it?"

The Irish girl grinned. "Do you still have that double dildo?"

(THE END)

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