Pedigree and Red Jack 27 March 2000 on Furry Muck
©2000 their players


PEDIGREE
Pedigree's smooth skin is free of imperfections, so pale that it
gives the impression that she has never seen a moment of sunshine
before.  She wears heavy black mascara and eyeliner around her cloudy
grey eyes, matching the glistening black lipstick on her full lips.
Raven black hair has been braided into many small braids which fall to
just below her shoulders.
 
Standing at almost seven feet, her black feathery wings add to the 
somewhat imposing image even though she does not seem to be overly
muscular.  Her body would be better described as curvaceous, with
long legs and wide hips.
 
She is wearing chainmail that is made out of a dull black metal,
though it seems more decorative than protective.  A chainmail halter
top fits snugly over her large, rounded breasts,  It is open enough
at the top to display a generous amount of cleavage, and the bottom 
swell of her breasts is also barely visible.  A wide black metal
armband is on her right bicep, inlaid with intricate silver runes.
 
Down past her bared midriff is a short chainmail skirt which falls
to her mid-thigh.  It has been designed with slits at the sides,
baring her long, shapely legs up to the hip.  From a fine silver belt
hangs a variety of handcuffs, shackles, and short lengths of chain.
 
A delicate silver chain anklet is worn on her left ankle, her feet
otherwise bare.  Despite her walking around barefoot, her feet seem
to remain completely clean.


RED JACK
At first glance, you see a puma morph, before you realize that you're actually
looking at a 'taur. Yup, a pumataur, 5ft tall and 6ft long with 3ft of thick
tail trailing behind him.
A quick look shows him to be covered in reddish brown fur, till you take a
closer look. White fur covers the underside of his jaw, while his ears, hands,
paws, and the tip of his tail are covered in black fur.
Then there's his hands... paws... each with four equal length fingers,
opposable thumbs, and claws. Sticking out from his chest, you see two rings,
made of 10 ga. niobium, blue in color, and an inch in diameter, with a small
chain connecting them. On the chain, hangs a ring, silver, the crystal facets
forming a rainbow, a symbol of his pride. Hanging between his legs, you see his
sheath, the tip of his 10in taurhood peeking out.


Pedigree looks Red_Jack over thoughtfully from where she is sitting on a couch,
her legs stretched out along it.  She raises a hand and motions him over,
crooking one finger casually.

Red_Jack pads over to Pedigree, hesitantly, curious as to why she's gesturing
to him, stopping and sitting before her, lowering his head politely

Pedigree points to the floor next to the couch.  "Kneel," she says simply to
Red_Jack, in a low voice.

Red_Jack looks at her curiously, trying to figure out how a 'taur can kneel,
but tries to find an approximation, something between lying down and sitting up

Pedigree supposes it would be more of a sit with the paws tucked underneath...
:)

Pedigree turns towards Red_Jack, swinging her legs around to face him.  She
places a foot on his chest, running her toes along his chain.  "This looks
convenient...what is your name, mortal?" she asks him.

Red_Jack smiles, and does so, folding his legs beneath himself, resting his
lower body on the floor, curling his tail around himself, still looking down
demurely

Red_Jack blushes, looking up at her as she addresses him, "Red Jack, ma'am,
though I answer to Red, Jack, RJ or anything else you would prefer." Quickly he
returns to looking down, watching as she teases his chain.
Traveler waves "Take care folkes.  Play nice Pedigree *chuckle*

Pedigree raises an eyebrow at Traveler.  "I never play nice," she says.

Pedigree toes the ring hanging from the chain.  "I've not had a 'taur as of
yet, this may prove interesting.  I am Pedigree, though you may call me
Mistress."

Red_Jack looks up at her, "Yes Mistress."

Pedigree smiles slightly, and stands in front of Red_Jack.  Slipping her
forefinger into the ring on his chain, she tugs on it once.  "Come along,
mortal," she says.

Red_Jack winces slightly, more from surprise, "Yes Mistress."

Pedigree tugs again on the ring, leading Red_Jack from the room.
Pedigree leaves through the doors.
Pedigree has left.
Pedigree carries you along with her.
Outside The Leash and Collar
In a hidden corner of Jwazeiru stands the front door of the Leash and
 Collar. Easy to miss, it blends in with the residences of the furs
 of the city. Double doors of carved oak lead inside.  The only marking on
 the outside of the building is a small brass plaque beside the doors.  The
 elegant etching on the plaque reads, 'Welcome to the Leash and Collar.
 Adults Only.'  Down the broad avenue to the west is the main square of
the city. To the NorthEast you can see the Horse Tail Cult Temple.
Obvious Exits: The Leash and Collar<tlc> The Milk Club<tmc> EroDance<ero>
Willing Victims Guild<wvg> Jwazeiru<j> Temple of the Horse Tail Cult<temple>

Pedigree pushes open the door and enters The Leash and Collar.
Pedigree carries you along with her.
Foyer(#149434RL)
  The foyer of the Leash and Collar is a quietly elegant hallway leading to the
main room of the club.  Gas lamps lining the walls every few meters throw
flickering shadows on the rich oak panelling and carved ceiling supports.  The
carpet is thick and richly red.  At the far end of the hall, a set of
brass-handled doors lead into the Leash and Collar proper.  Flanking the doors
are two carved oaks signs which spell out the rules and policies of the
establishment ('look rules' to study them in detail).
  Peeking inside past one of the heavy oaken doors, you see nobody inside.
Obvious Exits:  Out  Lounge<in>  TLC Auction House <tah>

Pedigree carries Red_Jack with her.
Pedigree leaves for the lounge.
Pedigree carries you along with her.
The Leash and Collar: Main Lounge
  Dim lighting and cunning interior design helps keep the ambiance close and
intimate in the large main room of the Leash and Collar. The walls are lined
with oaken shelves, holding hundreds of 'books', interrupted only by carved
fixtures holding subdued gaslights. The floor is carpeted, plush and richly
crimson. To the right of the doors as one enters is a wooden staircase
leading to the viewing galleries and exhibition room above. Most of the
room is taken up by large oak tables, wooden chairs padded with black,
leather clustering around each one.  Several large pallets, sumptiously padded
and raised inches from the ground, are available for larger furs. 
  A massive fireplace on the far wall is faced by a number of reading chairs,
each with it's own lamp. A small sign above the fireplace contains a list of 
the 'rules' of the establishment. A discrete sign reads "No Smoking". The
entire effect is casually formal, but friendly.  Servants circulate
discretely, offering small snacks and drinks.
  A small brass plaque, carefully polished each day, is set by the door in an
inconspicuous spot.
Obvious Exits: Foyer<out> Stairs<up> Conversation Room<con>

Pedigree goes up the stairs
Pedigree carries you along with her.
Pedigree carries Red_Jack with her.
Upstairs Landing - Leash and Collar
The second floor landing opens out onto the balconied viewing gallery of The
Leash and Collar. The oakpanelled hallway lit by flickering gaslights. The
hallway is lined by a series of closed 'doors', each with a discreet placque
bearing the name or function of the rooms. The rooms each lock for private use
and may be viewed or screened off from the Viewing Gallery.

Obvious Exits:
Stairs<d> Galleries<g> Public Playroom<pr> Wet Room<wr> Card Game Room<cgr>

Pedigree leaves for the viewing gallery.
Pedigree carries you along with her.
Viewing Gallery - Leash and Collar(#118806RL)
The viewing galleries overlook the main lounge of the Leash and Collar. Large
comfortable chairs and loveseats rest on the plush red carpet. The lefthand
wall is devoid of the customary panelling and gaslights. Instead, it is covered
floor to ceiling with a window that looks into the six exhibition rooms.  A
cunning deception, the window appears to be mirrored and opaque to those on
exhibition, preserving the anonymity of their watchers.

Rooms 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7 are viewable, but they are all empty.

For instructions on viewing, look at the 'sign'.

Obvious Exits:  Out

Pedigree carries Red_Jack with her.
Pedigree has left.
In Room 2, Pedigree steps in from the hallway.
Pedigree carries you along with her.
Room 2(#97342RCJ)
Deep plush carpeting and subtle lighting create an atmosphere of intimacy, yet
illuminating every corner of the Exhibition Room.  The room is fully equipped
and furnished, the walls holding a variety of bondage furniture such as horses,
Katherine wheels, racks, pillories, X-crosses, and numerous rings.  A careful
observer can detect ceiling hooks with dangling chains as well, and a large,
'cabinet' stands sedately in one corner.  In another corner stands a large,
four-poster bed, rings lining the sides, head- and footboards, and the posts
themselves.  Tables are scattered here and there, adorned in black leather, a
few of them holding stacks of towels and trays of favorite lubricants.  The
room seems large, as one long wall is bare of furniture and supports, appearing
instead as one entire mirror, reflecting the room itself.
The mirror between the Viewing Gallery is uncovered:  YES  (YES or NO to
change)
Obvious Exits: Out

Pedigree carries Red_Jack with her.
Pedigree covers the mirror, closing off the view from the Voyeur's Room.
Pedigree locks the door with a soft click.

Red_Jack watches her nervously
Pedigree walks slowly over to some of the chains hanging from the hooks in the
ceiling, looking up at the hooks as she tugs on them experimentally to test
their strength.

Red_Jack looks at the chains nervously, and begins backing away slowly
Pedigree whispers, "What do you mean by drop off?" to you.

Pedigree nods to herself, seeming satisfied.  She turns towards you and says,
"Come here, mortal..."

Red_Jack looks at her nervously, keeping his distance, "Umm, why Mistress?"
Pedigree frowns, and stalks over towards you.  "Do not question," she says
sharply, yanking on your chain hard.  "Just obey!" She attempts to drag you
over to the ceiling chains by the chain attached to you.

Red_Jack yelps, and follows quickly, whimpering, worried that his chain might
break, "Yes ma'am... I mean Mistress."

Pedigree turns and backhands you across the face.  "Don't call me ma'am," she
says, hauling even harder on the chain, forcing you to pick up the pace.

Red_Jack yelps, sobbing slightly, "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress" as he
starts trotting to keep up with her

Pedigree takes one of the ceiling chains and roughly grabs your wrist,
shackling you to it.  She hauls on the length of chain to force your arm
straight up in the air over your head.

Red_Jack tugs on the chain, and whimpers as he realizes he's quite firmly
anchored, and reaches for the chain with his other hand

Pedigree slaps your wrist away from your shackled hand, taking another one of
the ceiling chains.  She then grabs your other wrist, shackling you and forcing
your arm above your head in a similar manner.

Red_Jack whimpers, frightened by this, and tugs at the chains, vainly hoping to
get free.

Pedigree takes two chains and loops them under the 'shoulders' of your
forepaws, locking the chains together.

Red_Jack looks down and whimpers as you chain his forelegs together just under
his lower shoulders.

Pedigree repeats the procedure with your hindlegs, then loops another couple of
chains around the midsection of your lower body.

Red_Jack whines, kicking his hindlegs futily, struggling as he feels them
chained. With a start, he realizes that you've also chained his midsection, and
starts struggling, hopelessly trying to get away.

Pedigree smirks at the struggling, and hauls on the chains attached to your
rear legs, lifting your hindsection off the ground and tilting you forward,
suspended by the chains and by your front legs.

Red_Jack whimpers, his hindlegs kicking and struggling as they're lifted from
the ground, and groaning as he feels his weight, all 250lbs on his forelegs
Pedigree walks to the other chains, tightening them up to hold you in place,
which also relieves a bit of the weight on your forelegs; the chains support
some of your weight.

Red_Jack smiles, glad to have some of the weight taken on his forelegs, even if
its by having his forelegs tied, "Thank you ma'am." Too late realizing his
mistake.
Pedigree walks around behind you once again, and runs a finger along your
shaft, chuckling softly.  "My, you're a big one..." she says in a low voice.
Pedigree frowns at the improper title, gripping your shaft and squeezing
_hard_.

Red_Jack blushes at your words, trying to watch you, jerking slightly at your
touch, "Thank you mistress."

Red_Jack yelps, his hindlegs kicking in the air, as he whimpers, "I'm sorry
Mistress."
Pedigree holds the squeeze for a couple of seconds, watching you squirm and
kick.  "You must learn the proper respect, mortal," she says, finally releasing
you.  She walks around front, and drags a table over in front of you.  Sitting
on the table, you find that the angle of the tilt would place you almost in her
lap if she had moved the table closer.  As it is, she is at a leg's distance,
which she demonstrates by lifting her leg straight out and rubbing her foot
along your cheek.

Red_Jack whimpers, "I'm sorry," and watches you, rubbing his cheek against your
foot, and twisting about, trying to nuzzle against it
Pedigree smiles, rubbing her foot against your cheek a couple of times, then
stroking her sole along the top of your muzzle, ruffling your headfur between
your ears with her toes.

Red_Jack purrs in pleasure, as he keeps trying to nuzzle against it, trying to
lick it when it comes near his mouth.

Pedigree slowly slides her foot down your muzzle, down over your nose, and
presses it against your mouth gently.

Red_Jack purrs, as he licks it, running his rough tongue around each toe,
gently grooming them

Pedigree smiles, leaning back on the table, propped up on her arms.  She
wiggles her toes as you lick them and says, "Mmm.  Not bad...you show promise."

Red_Jack continues licking, careful to lick all around each toe, carefully
licking between them, while looking at her, a pleased look in his eyes as he
hears her compliment.

Pedigree raises her left foot, rubbing the side of your face with the sole of
it as you continue to lap at her right foot.  She spreads her wings behind her
and cocks her head to one side as she watches you work, her braided hair
hanging off to one side and swinging a bit from the motion of her head.

Red_Jack smiles, playfully, as he stretches forward, sucking a toe into his
mouth, licking and on it gently, then releases it, only to move to the next
gently licking and sucking, purring happily as he works, looking quite pleased
with himself

Pedigree chuckles softly.  "You seem to be enjoying this, mortal.  That is
good, I like it when my playthings have a talented mouth."  She wiggles each
toe inside your mouth, continuing to rub the side of your face with her left
foot.

Red_Jack purrrs, as he licks and sucks, smiling, and in doing so, accidently
nips your toe

Sarn pages, "oh.. what kind of scean pet?  :) its ok." to you.
Pedigree jerks her foot a little, pulling it away.  "No teeth," she commands,
slapping your face back and forth a couple of times with the soles of her feet.

Red_Jack whimpers, and returns to sucking, mumbling an apology as he works
harder to make up for it

Pedigree points her right foot, and presses her toes to your mouth.  She
wiggles her toes and keeps pushing, forcing the end of her foot into your
mouth.  "Keep sucking, slave...and watch the teeth," she says.

Red_Jack mumbles, as he takes your toes in his mouth, licking and sucking
gently on each one, looking up at you, hoping for your approval as he grooms
each one carefully, wrapping his rough tongue about each toe one at a time.

Pedigree removes her right foot from your mouth, rubbing it along your cheek as
she presents her left foot to you.  She presses the arch of her foot to your
lips.

Sarn waves as he steps in.

Sarn takes a seat... and  does not disturb you two.

Red_Jack nuzzles against it, before taking his tongue and licking at it, slowly
tracing the curve with his rough tongue, gently stroking it, purring as he
works
Pedigree glances over at Sarn from where she sits on a table in front of the
chained up Red_Jack, casually stroking her right foot along the 'taur's cheek
and pressing her left foot to his lips.
Sarn smiles.. nodding his approval of whats happening.

Red_Jack licks gently at your foot, even as he tries to rub against your other
foot, purring happily, looking up at you contentedly, almost forgetting the
chains
Pedigree's black lips part in a smile as she looks back to Red_Jack, arching
her foot as the tip of her tongue shows between her teeth.

Red_Jack lets his tongue trace the arch of her foot, exploring a bit past it,
tracing along the edges before sweeping his tongue across it
Pedigree flexes her wings, and says to Red in a low voice, "Let's put that
tongue of yours to work elsewhere, shall we?"  She raises a finger pointing
stright to the ceiling, and grins at Red as her eyes go completely black, the
pupils expanding toswallow up the whites of her eyes.  She crooks her finger
towards Red a couple of times, and the table slides along the floor towards him
on its own.  As she slides closer, her pale legs slide along the side of Red's
head.  At the end of the motion, Red's muzzle has been planted under her chain
skirt, both legs wrapped over his shoulders.

Red_Jack purrs muffledly, and nuzzles experimently, licking at what's been
presented to him, hesitantly

Pedigree's sex is dripping after the attention her feet have been given, and
her scent is sweet but smelling faintly of smoke.  She wraps her fingers in
your headfur and presses your face into her more firmly.

Red_Jack makes muffled whine, as he sweeps his tongue up one of your lips, and
down the other, brushing your clit as he moves from one to the other, then
reversing direction, up the second lip, across your clit, and down the other,
gently

Pedigree shudders, rubbing her lower legs along your back, her thighs rubbing
along your cheeks in the process.  "Mmm.  This one has a talented tongue," she
says in the direction of Sarn."

Red_Jack purrs, as he makes a last pass, up on lip, across your clit, down the
other, and back again, this time closing the circle, his tongue at the bottom
of your slit, before lightly licking across it.
Pedigree curls her toes, squeezing your head lightly between her thighs and
gripping your head with both hands.  Her wings are spread behind her, helping
her to keep her balance.

Red_Jack murrs, and licks across your slit, slipping a bit deeper into you,
teasing your slit as he brushes across it, and across your clit

Sarn smiles.. watching..

Pedigree releases your head and leans back, both hands flat on the table
supporting her while her legs continue to rub up and down along your back.  She
tilts her head back, her braids hanging down to her shoulderblades behind her. 
She bites her lower lip, her white teeth contrasting against the black
lipstick.

Red_Jack purrs, as he digs his tongue in more, parting your lips as his tongue
slides in, just parting your lips, as he licks up, pausing to lick and suck at
your clit, before working his way down, and in this time

Pedigree shudders again, a gasp escaping her lips.  She slides all the way onto
her back, settling her black wings beneath her.  Her arms are stretched above
her head, flat against the table, and she raises her hips off of the table a
bit, using her legs for leverage on your shoulders and back.

Red_Jack urps, as he finds his muzzled pressed tightly against your sex,
nuzzling your clit with his nose, as he pushes his tongue into you, lapping up
your sweet nectar, enjoying the odd faint smell of smoke, exploring your sex
with his tongue 
Pedigree's fluids are flowing steadily, and she uses her leverage to start
grinding herself into your face, reaching down to twine her fingers in your
headfur again.  She presses you into her even more with her hands, licking her
lips.

Red_Jack purrs gently, as he licks, digging his tongue in, licking along one
side of your sex, as far as his tongue will reach, before licking at the other,
then swishing his tongue about, slurp up your juices happily, as he rubs his
nose against your clit

Pedigree thrashes her head from side to side, her thighs clamping on the sides
of your face like a vice as she starts to climax.  She shrieks in ecstasy, her
hands pulling your hair a bit painfully as she clenches her fists.

Red_Jack yelps into your sex as he feels you pull at his fur, then returns to
his work, rubbing your clit with his nose as he stretches his tongue, trying to
reach deeper to get more of you delicious nectar

Pedigree's shuddering eventually ends and she releases your head, a light sheen
of sweat covering her body.  She gazes up at you with lust still in her eyes. 
"Very nice, mortal.  But I'm not done with you yet..."

Red_Jack smiles, and purrrs happily, his muzzles glistening with your juices,
looked pleased with himself.

Pedigree's eyes become that eerie black colour again, and she makes a series of
gestures with her hands.  Every time she moves her hands, one of the chains
jumps at her command.  The chains around the shoulders of your forelegs tighten
and hoist you in the air, level with how high your hindlegs were already
lifted.  The chains around your midsection tighten similarly, taking some of
the weight.  The ones around your wrists maintain the tension, keeping your
arms held straight above your head.  More chains snake down from the hooks on
the ceiling, binding each of your ankles and pulling them out to the sides away
from your body at 45 degree angles.

Red_Jack whimpers nervously, as he finds himself suspended and stretched
uncomfortably, squirming, fighting the chains, looking at you pleadingly

Pedigree makes another motion with her hand, and lies back as the table she's
on slides underneath you.  The table stops moving after your cock has
comfortably nestled up under her skirt, after having slid along one of her
thighs.  The tip of your cock is resting against her warm sex, still slick with
her juices and your saliva.

Red_Jack looks down, watching as you slide below him, feeling his cock brush
along your thigh, jerking a bit at the touch, squirming needfully as he feels
his tip press against your sex

Pedigree wriggles downwards a bit, forcing just your large cocktip into her. 

Pedigree says, "Mmmm...taurcocks are so big..."

Red_Jack squirms, shaking the chains, as he tries to push into your sex,
panting with his need, struggling, wanting more of you

Pedigree leaves just your tip inside of her, squeezing it a couple of times
with her internal muscles.  She scratches along the underside of your taurbody
with her fingernails, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. 
"Would you like something, mortal?" she says sweetly, watching you flail about
in the chains with a grin.

Red_Jack whimpers, struggling, trying to push himself into you, shaking the
chains, much as he can, "Yes, ma'am... Mistress, please, I need it."

Pedigree wriggles her hips, teasing your cocktip.  "You need it, do you?" she
asks, continuing to scratch you up and down with her fingernails.  "Well,
luckily for you...so do I."  Her hands grasp the fur on your sides and push up
toward her head, making you swing in the chains, your cock sliding all the way
into her tight passage.  Still slick from the earlier fun, her pussy clamps on
you tightly, squeezing your entire taurcock a couple of times.  She moans
beneath you in pleasure.

Sarn grins and licks his lips.

Red_Jack groans as he feels himself slide in, panting as your pussy squeezes
his taurhood tightly, as he's pulled in deep, purring as he feels himself fill
you.

Pedigree releases your fur, and you swing completely out of her.  She grabs
your fur and pushes again, slipping you back inside and into her to the hilt
again.

Red_Jack whines as he finds himself slipping out of you, moaning and panting as
he slides back in again, finding himself fully sheathed by your pussy,
squirming and struggling, wanting to take you harder

Pedigree keeps up the maddeningly slow pace for a few thrusts, then starts
thrusting you into her faster and faster.  Each thrust is harder as she shoves
you back into her then drags you back out to your cocktip, then shoves you back
in again...

Red_Jack groans, his hands clenching and uncleching, as he feels himself driven
into you, only to be pulled out again, slowly at first, then quicker, harder,
panting, his taurhood twitching as its stroked by your pussy, each stroke
bringing him inexoriably closer to his climax

Pedigree mms, and starts moaning each time she rams your cock into her, gasping
for breath as she hauls you back out.  She is slamming you into herself hard
now; apparently she has more strength than her curvaceous figure would
indicate.  The fur she is gripping to push you in and out is pulling painfully,
every now and then a small tuft being ripped out before she grabs somewhere
else.

Red_Jack wimpers, trying to look down at what you're doing to him as he feels
his fur tugged at painfully, still purring and moaning in pleasure, as he feels
your pussy tugging at his taurhood, squeezing it tight before releasing it as
he's pulled out, feeling himself start to drip, as he nears his climax,
squinting as he feels it, trying to hold back

Pedigree groans loudly, continuing to swing you back and forth on the chains,
humping her hips up to meet each one.  With fairly impressive flexibility, she
bends her legs upanhooks them just above your hindlegs, wrapping around your
taurbody.  Then she hugs your taurbody with her arms, slamming herself up and
down on your cock, hanging from you by her arms and legs...no longer touching
the table.

Red_Jack groans as he feels your weight hanging from him, and struggles to meet
your strokes, feeling a rumble deep with in him, as his load struggles to
escape, panting, moaning, whining, as he struggles to hold back


Pedigree feels your cock start to swell inside of her.  She continues slamming
into you two more times, then presses down onto you hards, wiggling her hips
and gripping you tightly with her arms and legs.  She opens her mouth, fangs
forming where none were before.  You feel two pinpricks on your underside as
she sinks them into you, then a surge of pleasure and euphoria as she starts to
suck.  She climaxes instantly on inserting her fangs into you, and her inner
muscles spasm around your cock.  She continues to suck and wriggle her hips
throughout the spasm, her wings fluttering irregularly below her.

Red_Jack yips, as he feels something prick him, losing his concentration, and
cumming, waves of pleasure flooding him as he orgasms, taken higher by
something else, his taurhood twitching within you as he cums, panting and
moaning, purring happily, feeling a bit odd.

Pedigree moans happily as your taursperm drenches her passage, continuing to
suck and wiggle a few seconds after both climaxes.  She finally removes her
fangs, licking the two small wounds, which seal over, instantly healing.  She
didn't drink enough to do harm, just maybe leave you pleasantly lightheaded for
a little bit.  She slowly drags herself off of your cock, mixed sperm and her
fluids dripping onto the table and down her thighs.  She drops her legs down,
standing on the floor before letting go with her arms.  "Mmm...I'll have to
make use of you again, mortal.  That was...impressive," she says, flicking the
tip of your cock with a finger.

Red_Jack smiles, purring, his taurhood jumping at your touch, "Thank you
mistress, I would be pleased to serve you again."

Pedigree's eyes become completely black once again.  She motions, and the table
is shoved against the wall.  Then she does an intricate series of gestures, and
all of the chains holding you aloft snap beneath you, dropping you to the
floor.

Red_Jack lands heavily and a bit startled on all fours, and smiles at you as he
rubs his wrists, "Thank you Mistress, it was a pleasure to serve you."

Pedigree licks a bit of your blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes back
to normal again.  "You were...entertaining.  Run along now, mortal," she says,
walking out of the room.

Red_Jack watches her leave, then slips away slowly for home.