Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 7
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
Hal had always expected a really good beating to blur into a sort of sensual haze.
Instead, he felt each stroke of the riding hip as if it were the first.
Worse, he felt her words.
“You think..." The Amazon redhead struck his thighs, forcing a squeal out of him. "...you’re better than other men..." Agony across the tender top of his buttocks. "...because you’re a sexual submissive..." Now she laid into the flesh of his butt, lower and lower, approaching his delicate thighs. “But it’s still all... about you. You just... want to get your kinky kicks and to hell with what the women in your life might really want."
Now the pain did blur, but it was pain like red hot glass jammed into the flesh.
Hal screamed.
Ms Armstrong laughed and continued whipping him. "And you thought you were all caring and looking after me going through my stuff, but you’re no different from the kind of panty sniffing perve who breaks into people’s houses.”
The pain stopped.
Hal sobbed. His cheeks were wet.
“Real tears,” said Ms Armstrong, now standing in front of him. “This is good.” She stooped, big breasts swinging free of her open cardigan, and selected a longer whip from the sofa. “I wonder what this dressage whip will do.”
“Let me go!” said Hal.
“Not until I’ve had money’s worth.” She moved back to position, each footfall making Hal flinch.
“Ha!” she cried.
The whip struck Hal’s shoulder blades.
The whip was longer, faster, but also heavier. It delivered a painful sting, and a deeper, violating pain. She beat him up and down his back and buttocks, skipping his waist each time as if she knew it might cause damage.
He thrashed, lost his footing and swayed in his chains. “Let me go you bitch!”
Now she went back to punctuating her words with strokes of the whip. “Yes... I... am... a... bitch!”
Again, he squealed.
She struck even harder now so that the whip cracked as it tore into his thighs, his buttocks and finally his shoulders. “Blood,” she gasped. “I drew blood.”
Hal felt its wet trickle down his spine.
Ms Armstrong shifted to stand in front of him. Her fluffy cardigan was wide open. A deep flush covered her face and spread her sternum to the tops of her breasts. Her red curls beckoned like a strange hell from between her pale thighs. She reeked of female sex. “I’m going to let you down,” she said, “then you’re going to lick my cunt. Do you want that?”
The crude word inflated Hal's penis until it strained against the bars of its prison. All this pain was worthwhile after all. “Desperately!”
“So this is like a fantasy come true.”
He nodded. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Well, I won’t be your wank fodder!" Ms Armstrong reached down and grabbed his caged genitals in her big left hand. Her fingernails were the same red as the button.
“Jesus no!” gasped Hal. He tried to bow his body away, but she had him by the root of his balls.
“I'm a castrating bitch,” she said. She prodded at the red button. There was no playfulness this time. She was trying to seal him in for good.
Hall whimpered, twisted, even as his penis inflated until the cage prickled like barbed wire.
The big red haired woman squeezed his testicle harder and returned her finger to the button. “What did you expect? Flaunting your little red button?”
Hal squirmed and joggled on the spot. "Jesus no please no..."
She laughed.
There was a distinct click!
She snatched her hand away. “Oh.”
Something clattered to the floor.
A wave of disappointment went through Hal.
Then he saw that it was just the locking mechanism that fallen off. The skin-toned chastity device was still clamped to his genitals. However, the lumpy superstructure over the base ring had gone, with only a QR code to mark where it had been. Apart from that, to a casual glance, it must look like he had a slightly large penis.
“Oh,” said Ms Armstrong. “That is a beautiful design. A good thing, because you’re going to live with it... forever.”
Suddenly the piercing itched. Not just the piercing, his urethra as well. And now it burned and his penis hardened painfully. He squirmed.
“Are you perhaps experiencing a slight burning sensation?” she asked, consulting her phone.
He whimpered.
“Apparently, that’s the neo-coral being activated. Give it a few days and your flesh will merge with it.”
He’d read about that, of course, but not taken it seriously.
Miss Armstrong straightened and, reaching up so he could smell her skin, she unclipped his wrists.
He sobbed and collapsed to his knees. The pressure of his calves on his buttocks set of his welts. The sudden pain forced him forward onto all fours. “You’ve...”
“Virtually castrated you,” said Ms Armstrong. She was sitting on the sofa, feet on the ground, big freckled thighs open. “Now come and lick me, eunuch.”
The future spiralled out in front of Hal, years... decades without orgasm. His penis throbbed in protest. “Not a eunuch,” he mumbled.
“No,” said Ms Armstrong, “You can still feel lust.” She straightened her long legs, pointed her toes. “Just never satisfy it. Not ever.”
"I hate you."
"But you can't resist me."
She drew in her legs, planted her heels on the edge of the sofa. Now her inner lips gaped. Gossamer strands of moisture bridged the ruby crevice. The thick button of her clitoris peaked out from the apex, shamelessly unhooded.
Hal started to weep. Even so, he found himself dragging himself forward, trailing his bound ankles like an injured man. He reached her feet then knelt up and dove between her thighs.
She laughed. "Loser!"
He felt the warm of her pussy on his face, then opened his mouth wide to engulf the wet fur. Salty juices filled his mouth.
And there was that animal musk that was uniquely her. It realised it had always been there... when he changed her bedding, polished her boots, sorted her laundry... and he could taste it but never, ever again sate the painful lust it triggered.
“I can feel your tears,” said Shona. “Oh god!” Through the red frizz, he saw she had shifted her hands to massage her own nipples. “Now, lick.”
Hal buried his face in her red fur and lashed her clitoris as if that would make him come.
Ms Armstrong let out a startled yelp, then another lower cry. "Oh my god I neutered you I'm a castrating bitch."
Her words crunched Hal's cage-neutered groin. He whimpered into her pussy, but kept licking.
“Neutered!” she repeated. Then, in a rising crescendo, “Castrating.... Bitch! BITCH!”
She abruptly sat up, closed her legs. “Well that was intense.”
Hal knelt back. His groin throbbed like a second heart. He was going to go mad if he didn’t come... except he wasn’t going to come now. Not ever. Tears cascaded from his face, splashed his forever cage.
Ms Armstrong stood up.
Hal stared up forlornly at her pussy with its tongue-lashed furrow and saliva-sodden red curls.
She just stepped around him. “Let yourself out. I’m going to take a shower. Maybe masturbate again. Enjoy the rest of your life. Eunuch. God that turns me on...” She broke into a run.
As he got dressed, he could hear the distinctive sound of a vibrator buzzing from behind a closed door.
While you’re waiting for the next episode, why not read my first novel in the CARGO ‘verse?
That is the most insanely hot chapter of all of your stories , just reading that I can feel my own cage getting tighter and tighter. Good work, now I need to read chapter 8