Shona's Surprising Slave - Chapter 9
Femdom romance in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!
“Going to girlfriend?” asked the taxi driver, a petite white-blonde in a leather jacket. Hal couldn't quite place her accent. Central European?
“Hot first date,” said Hal.
“Nervous?”
Hal thought for a moment. How could he live up to the expectations of the very experienced NightNurse? “A little.”
“Hmm,” said the driver. She pulled off the road into an empty building site. She unclipped her seat belt and turned to look at him. Her grey eyes shone in the dim light.
“This can’t be the right place,” said Hal. Should he be scared? No, this was a proper licensed taxi and driver looked too tiny to harm him.
She addressed him through the perspex partition. “Perhaps I am very rude but might you like to pay for your ride? We both have had Omni Vaccine, so is OK safe.”
“What?” said Hal. “Normally you pay when the journey...”
His phone pinged.
He’d left HrLckr open. He now had a date invite from WingedHussy, who was --- apparently --- less than ten metres away. When NightNurse had said he was LIVE, she really meant it. He must be visible to any woman with the app.
A thrill of fear fluttered up his spine. It was like being naked to the world.
“It’s OK,” she said. “I have mouthwash for your date.”
He couldn’t manage to speak, so just pressed ACCEPT DATE.
The woman slipped out the driver door, closed it behind her, then slid back the passenger door letting the cold air in.
The light went on.
WingedHussy was older than he expected, with a pale lived-in face and wrinkles around her grey eyes. Her leather jacket was open. A stripy top hugged small breasts and trim her hips. What would she be like naked?
Hal's penis woke and pressed against its bars. Maybe being chaste wasn't a complete disaster.
“It works best if you sit on floor,” she said, ducking inside. She sat beside him and patted the upholstery. “Rest your head on the seat. Is quite clean.” She closed the door, and the light went off.
By the dim illumination of the building site's security lamps, she kicked off her shoes, then --- lifting her hips --- slid her jeans and panties down to reveal moon-pale hips and thighs.
Hal dazedly tried to make out whether her pussy was shaved.
“On floor, please,” she said. “Quickly.”
As if in a dream, Hal did as he was told, drawing in his knees to fit the space.
“Good,” she said. “This won’t take long.” She swivelled around to kneel on the seat, then cocked a leg over his face. Her buttocks pressed into his chest, then she lifted off a little and shoved her --- yes it was shaved --- shaved pussy into his ready mouth.
He extended his tongue. Her furrow was already wet. He had time to think, Oh my god he was actually doing this. Then her taste tore through him, gathered all the blood from his head, and filled his captive penis until it seemed poised to burst on the bars of its cage. He whimpered into her pussy.
The driver sighed. “Just lick, please, like a dog. I’ll handle the position. Quickly. I have another pickup.”
Hal trawled his tongue through her neat slit, up and deeper into the crevice between warm inner labia. Salty juices ran down into his mouth. His buttocks twitched as if straining would let his penis heave free of its restraints and achieve a full erection --- though if it did, it would tear free his piercing and make a bloody mess of his manhood.
She half-bounced on his face impatiently. “Faster, please.” She tilted her pelvis to press the thick button of her clit against the edge of his front teeth.
Hall trapped the nub between teeth and tongue and flicked away.
She groaned. Her juices gathered in the back of his throat. "Faster! Please. I... give you... good review.”
The flap of skin under his tongue started to hurt, but he wanted --- needed --- to make this woman orgasm so he could have a memory between as a spacer between him and Ms Armstrong.
But that brought back the memory of Ms Armstrong pressing his button, virtually castrating him. New energy coursed through him, powering his tongue into one last wild flurry.
WingedHussy groaned, louder. Her pelvis twitched, grinding her pussy into his face.
She let out an uninhibited cry that reverberated in his caged cock.
Then she was off him and slipping back into her jeans. “Very good indeed. Five stars. Would recommend.”
Hal just sat there on the floor, vibrating with lust.
WingedHussy returned to her place behind the wheel. “Back in your seat please." When he complied, she opened a hatch in the partition and passed him a small bottle of mouthwash and a wet wipe.
Her phone rang and she took a call from what must have been a friend, chatting and laughing in whatever her first language was.
As he cleaned up then gargled, Hal realised he knew nothing about the woman he'd serviced, not even what she was really like. And she probably thought he was a stupid Englishman.
A few minutes later, she pulled up at a big modern block: Queen Anne House. She didn't even look at him as he got out.
It was only the taxi roared off that he realised she really hadn’t charged him. He’d literally prostituted himself for the price of a couple of beers.
Three flights up, and NightNurse greeted him in the door of her apartment. The Irish girl was wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown and even fluffier slippers.
“I hope you’re feeling all horny.” She reached up and drew him down for a kiss. Her tongue brushed his lips.
He kissed her back, pushing past her teeth. She tasted of pizza and red wine.
Their tongues slithered and churned, sending eddies of lust to Hal’s penis captive penis. It twitched hungrily to life.
"Oh I taste mouth wash. Have you been a busy neuter then?"
Hal flushed, tried t work out what to say.
“Colleen!” exclaimed a female voice. “Do you have to be standing there with the door open letting in all the cold air?”
NightNurse --- Colleen --- laughed. “Sorry, Fiona.” She took Hal’s hand and led him inside.
Fiona stood in the hall, toothbrush in hand, a long T-shirt clinging to thick nipples and broad hips. “Oh, another HrLckr inductee. Well you can send him to me when you’re through.”
Hal laughed.
They both looked at him as if he was stupid.
"You were bantering, right?"
Colleen just grinned and took him further down the hall and into a bedroom.
There was no proper wardrobe, just an IKEA rail with coats and dresses hanging off it. A double futon took up much of the floor.
Colleen turned away and tossed her dressing gown over the clothes rail and kicked off her slippers.
Hal registered a generous pair of round white buttocks and a narrow waist with wild black hair.
He took a step backwards. It was just weird that she would undress so easily.
The Irish girl dove onto the futon, landed with a pencil role and lay on her back, breasts quivering. She grinned up at him. “Well strip off. I’ve seen it al before so don't be shy.”
As Hal took off his coat, his phone pinged, then pinged again.
“Go on,” said Colleen. “That’ll be Fiona. I’m trying to turn her into a Virgo like me.”
Hal opened the screen. True to her word, WingedHussy had given him a five star review, “Would recommend to friend.” She’d also said he was a nice boy. He had a vision of her driving around the city at night, looking to pick up locked men.
There was also an invite from GrumpyStumpy who was less than three metres away. “Um,” he said. He glanced at Colleen.
“Well don’t be rude to the girl,” said Colleen. “Go on and accept. Then get naked.”
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