PRECIOUS CARGO

Copyright 1999, by Maureen. All rights reserved.

Part 14

   "And now, on to more pleasant subjects," said Cambelli, and he 
smiled as his gaze lowered to the two slaves, kneeling at the 
felids' feet. "These truly are a delightful-looking and smelling 
pair."
   They had of course been bathed before the journey, but already 
Kathryn reeked of musky vulpine arousal again. It was an old 
furry joke: "You can't take a fox anywhere" -- you knew at once 
if one was aroused. Especially if that fox were as frustrated as 
Katie.
   Fodessa smiled back. "Thank you, Cambelli," she said.
   "Tell me, how far along is their training?"
   "They're in the middle stages," she answered. "They're used to 
performing with strangers, of course, and Windrunner's resume" -- 
she glanced at the wolf -- "shows he's performed in front of 
small groups a few times." Windrunner shivered almost 
imperceptibly.
   "Katherine, now" -- she used her hind foot to indicate the 
kneeling vixen -- "seems less experienced. She's quite a 
spitfire, but that's part of her charm." She smiled as Katie's 
black ears lowered, her smell taking on the tang of humiliation.
   Cambelli's dark, knowing eyes rested on Katie, enjoying her 
embarassment.
   "I've no doubt of it. They are both charming, actually -- I'd 
love to see a small demonstration of their skills." He smiled 
again.
   She grinned broadly. "Of course, as usual!"
   She looked down at Windrunner, still kneeling at her feet. 
"Windrunner, make obeisance to me."
   The silvery-gray wolf turned around to face her, getting to 
his knees. He spread his thighs so widely that Cambelli could 
probably see his testicles between them, lifted his tail over his 
back, rested his elbows on the floor to balance himself, and 
began to pay her homage.
   He began with a few quick, soft kisses to her hind feet and 
worked his way up, the way she'd taught him the first time she 
used him. His shaven asscheeks were proffered in the air as he 
worked, giving Cambelli a spectacular view, and the glitter in 
the sable antelope's eyes left no doubt he appreciated it. He 
rose and finished kissing her knees through the pants, then had 
to move forward a little to continue up her thighs toward her 
groin as she sat. 
   Finally, he ended with his nose touching her pubis -- he 
couldn't reach her clitoral hood while she was sitting down. He 
simply remained with his face buried between her legs, his tail 
finally lowered.
   Cambelli's expression was a study in delight, even though he'd 
seen such a spectacle so often before. He actually lifted his 
front hooves and applauded.
   "Excellent! I've seldom seen such style."
   Fodessa felt a surge of pride. "High praise, coming from you," 
she answered. "Yes, he's special, but he was also well-trained 
before I acquired him."
   She looked over at Katie where she knelt before Caitlin, 
reeking now of embarrassment, and smirked. 
   "Go ahead," she told the black panther.
   He grinned, white fangs flashing. "Assume the position of 
submission to Cambelli," he ordered the vixen.
   Katie's ears went flat back as far as they could go, and 
Fodessa could see her tail clamp down between her thighs so hard 
it quivered. But she obeyed, crawling on all fours across the 
carpet to Cambelli, then swiveling around to turn her back to 
him. She lowered her head to the floor, straddled her thighs, 
lifted her tail to curl over her back, and remained there, her 
furless pink buttocks offered to him.
   Cambelli's gaze lingered between her legs before traveling up 
to view her ass, and he chuckled.
   "Splendid!" he said, reaching down with one hoof to squeeze 
the right globe. "Those are enhanced, are they not?"
   "Yes, they are," Fodessa said. "Done two years ago on Onai."
   He shook his head slightly, impressed. "Delightfully plump," 
he said. "Truly a lovely specimen. But she is not yet skilled at 
earning rewards, is she?" His nostrils flared, taking in her 
scent of frustration.
   "She hasn't had an orgasm since we got her," Fodessa answered.
   There was a twinkle of mischievous delight in Cambelli's eyes. 
"Really? Do you know, Suquai on Vorun has a slave who, so he 
says, hasn't come in two years. His testicles are swollen to 
twice their normal size. Quite impressive."
   Fodessa felt something nudging her leg. She glanced down 
quickly over Windrunner's shoulder and realized that the crotch 
of his loincloth was bulging out, and that's what was pressing 
against her left shin. He shifted, not wanting to offend her, and 
the sensation was gone.
   She grinned, but merely said "Really? I must see that while 
I'm there."
   "Really," Cambelli said, chuckling again. "And here I thought 
myself quite the demanding Master, not letting some of my slaves 
come for three weeks at a time. I think my record so far for 
denying a slave is two months -- not counting the more seasonal 
species, of course." He nodded toward the roebuck Gorel, still 
standing against the wall.
   (It was well-known that some species, such as most cervines, 
were capable of orgasm only during autumn, and were effectively 
eunuchs most of the rest of the year. This did not prevent them 
from enjoying dominance and submission play, however.)
   The sable antelope's gaze returned to Katie. He glanced up at 
Fodessa again. "May I?"
   "Of course!" she answered.
   He turned back to Kate.
   "Stand up, vixen!" he ordered. "Bend over, show me your 
buttocks."
   Katie's ears flattened again, but she didn't choose this 
moment to embarrass her masters. Instead, she swiveled around, 
spread her legs and bent over to hold her ankles. Her bushy brush 
went over her back again, exposing her naked globes to Cambelli.
   He reached a hoof over to give first one buttock and then the 
other a good, leisurely feel, then squeezed one, before dipping 
his hoof between her legs to feel the lips of her vulva through 
the G-string.
   "Superb," he chuckled. "And I see she's kept under tight 
discipline as well," looking at the striped welts that still 
decorated her fesses.
   Fodessa couldn't really see Katie's face at that angle, but 
she thought the vixen was about to start crying. With his head 
buried in her lap, Windrunner's reaction was unreadable.
   "Oh, trust me, she is," she answered ruthlessly.
   "I would love it if you could find your way to having these 
two perform at my party tomorrow," Cambelli said. "I don't doubt 
they'll delight my other guests."
   "Your wish is my command," answered Fodessa, and enjoyed her 
own amusement at the irony of her words. "I'd be delighted to 
present them both."


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