PRECIOUS CARGO

@Copyright 1999 by Maureen. All rights reserved.

Part 15


   Fodessa smiled cruelly.
   Katie definitely didn't like the clouded leopard's idea of 
appropriate party dress -- or, rather, undress -- for a slave. 
Above the waist was nothing more than a black velvet collar, two 
crystal tip-caps for her nipples, and faux-leather straps around 
her wrists, suggestive of bondage. (The crystal caps were 
genuine, hand-carved rock crystal.)
   What was making her squirm slightly, flatten her ears and 
whimper was the bottompiece of the outfit. A black-faux-leather 
ass-harness, it had a strap for the waist and another strap that 
ran from front to back between her enhanced naked buttocks. It 
covered her vulva (barely), but it also spread and separated her 
large, obscenely bare asscheeks, emphasizing them. In the back, a 
tail-plate with a hole allowed her bushy tail to pass through. 
Two additional straps fit neatly between buttocks and thighs, 
squeezing them out like big sausages.
   Her shaved skin still clearly revealed the marks of a good 
paddling. Caitlin had administered that a few minutes ago, when 
she wouldn't put on the outfit.
   Fodessa nodded. "I like that," she said. "The black sets off 
her platinum fur nicely."
   Caitlin flashed his own grin, long canine teeth showing. "She 
looks a real treat. Maybe we can arrange to give her another 
paddling before the party's over."
   "I'm sure she'll have a chance to perform," Fodessa said.
   Windrunner, of course, had made no fuss at all, though his 
scent suggested he was nervous as hell. He had been permitted 
only a loincloth -- but of the finest white spidersilk fabric, 
depending from an equally white spidersilk strap tied tightly 
around his waist, just over his hipbones. Like Katie, he wore a 
nylon collar and faux-leather armbands. He waited, kneeling, for 
them to finish.
   Fodessa and Caitlin, of course, were less exposed. Fodessa 
still wore her skin-tight black trousers with their flaring 
ankles, but her usual silk blouse had been traded for a lovely 
black velvet top with silver-thread embroidery. Built-in static 
cling made it more revealing; it bared the tops of her modest but 
shapely feline breasts. Three gold hoop earrings, two in the 
right ear and one in the left, completed her ensemble.
   Caitlin had picked his nicest pants, fur-hugging faux-leather 
tinted a soft violet that made a startling contrast with his 
black fur. A simple but fairly tight blouse of matching violet 
spidersilk flattered his muscular figure.
   "We're ready," Fodessa said.


   The first guests were beginning to arrive as the foursome 
entered Cambelli's huge party room -- a space in which it would 
have been possible to park two dozen full-size Cloudstreamer 
vehicles.
   Cambelli's idea of formal party decor would have been 
unthinkable on a Federation planet; even by Perion standards, it 
was lavish. Shackled spread-eagled to the walls here and there 
were his best-looking slaves -- Fodessa glimpsed a red deer stag, 
a leopardess, an African wild dog, the cheetah she'd seen outside 
yesterday.
   Every one of them was stark naked, except for an earring or 
nipple ring here and there.
   She caught a glimpse of one of Cambelli's overseers, a well-
muscled spotted hyena morph female, her tight black trousers at 
once covering and emphasizing her huge clitoris, arms crossed 
over her large breasts as she watched the slaves.
   More slaves were still bringing in the refreshments and 
appetizers. They wore loincloths and simple spidersilk collars 
like Katie's, of all the colors of the rainbow -- and nothing 
else, not even tip-caps on the females.
   The scents were delicious: food of every imaginable 
description, mingled with the scents of lust, frustration, 
humiliation, dominant glee and contentment from fifty different 
species.
   She heard the bump as Katie stopped dead and Caitlin walked 
right into her. She turned, concealing her grin.
   Katie's amber eyes were big as saucers, her mouth slack, ears 
flat back, before she realized what she'd done. The sheer shock 
had caught up to her, the sight of slaves draped around like so 
many paintings or sculptures, and she'd frozen in her tracks, 
paralyzed, bushy tail hanging limp.
   Caitlin, behind her, gritted "Don't embarass us, slut!"
   Windrunner, of course, had halted the moment Fodessa had, and 
now stood obediently waiting. Only his flaring nostrils and his 
scent revealed his emotions. Fodessa could see the bulge in his 
loincloth, hear his rapid breathing.
   She lunged at Kate, giving her naked ass a smack that turned 
the heads of several guests nearby, then smiled sweetly. "Get 
moving."
   She glimpsed a ferret smiling at the little exchange before he 
turned his head to rejoin his conversation. Katie got moving. 
   As planned, they went their separate ways to sample the 
party's delights, Caitlin leading Katie off into the crowd, while 
Fodessa and Windrunner ambled off in another direction.
   She led the wolf toward a collection of couches and 
overstuffed chairs where Cambelli and several other furries 
relaxed, submissives kneeling or sitting on the rug beside their 
doms.
   Their attention was on a magnificent greater kudu buck, naked 
except for his collar. She recognized him as a slave of 
Cambelli's, one of his favorites.
   With their longer hocks, hooved furries found it almost 
impossible to kneel, so he was standing beside Cambelli, who 
lounged in a fine leather chair. His white stripes and short, 
stiff back mane had a way of making him seem dressed even while 
naked. His lean, hard muscles were a match for Windrunner's.
   His arms were folded behind his back, and as she drew closer 
she could see the thin black lines of some sort of rope or thong 
around them.
   Joining the group, she found a vacant chair and flopped down 
in it. Windrunner knelt beside her without being told, an 
obedient shadow.
   ". . . offered me a thousand credits for him. 'Impossible,' I 
told him. 'I'll never part with Mbili, until the day he walks 
away from *me*.'"
   Fodessa grinned. Mbili was too well-trained in his master's 
preferences to crack a smile, but there was no missing the 
sparkle of pride in the kudu's dark eyes as Cambelli ran his left 
hoof down his mane.
   Like Windrunner, he had no sheath, and his erection was 
already heavy and full. Looking lower, she could see his balls 
had been tied off with another black thong. They looked swollen 
and red.
   "How long has it been since you last allowed him to come?" she 
asked Cambelli.
   The sable antelope smiled. "Oh, I'd say about three weeks 
now."
   The kudu closed his eyes briefly, as if at an internal 
shudder. The other guests made sounds of approval and delight.
   "Will we get to see him perform?" asked a female black bear, 
sitting on the couch with a male rabbit morph kneeling in front 
of her.
   Cambelli smiled. "Of course! I wouldn't think to deny my 
guests the pleasure. As soon as everybody's arrived, we can begin 
the performances."


   Caitlin and Katie, meanwhile, had wandered to the other side 
of the great hall. Katie was being good for a change, following 
him without arguing or stopping or making a sound. Her tail still 
tended to clamp to the back of her legs, until he ordered her 
sharply to stop it. 
   "It's our right to look at your ass," he told her. She 
glowered a moment before she could catch herself.
   He leaned over and whispered in her large ear, "Do you 
*really* want to be punished in front of all these other guests?"
   Her ears went back, flat, and she just barely managed to 
control her tail. A visible shiver went through her entire body.
   "No, sir," she managed.
   "Good."
   He turned away to admire a male dhole slave spread against the 
wall, then abruptly realized what he'd done. Katie loved 
attention and didn't mind making scenes -- he already had ample 
cause to know that. He might just have given her an incentive, 
not a threat.
   Oh, well. 
   He reached out to play with the dhole's swollen penis, 
weighing it in his paw, admiring its length, as the slave 
whimpered with excitement. Judging from those reddened balls, it 
had been a while since he last came. Caitlin felt a brief pang as 
he remembered Sidney.
   Soon the cocktip was leaking, and his fingers were moist with 
the dhole's dripping precome, as the canid whimpered and 
squirmed. He withdrew his paw before he could send him over the 
edge; the dhole gritted his teeth, threw back his head and thrust 
his hips forward, striving vainly for more contact. 
   He held his wet fingers in front of Katie's mouth and told 
her, "Get me clean."
   Katie's long tongue flicked against his fingers as she licked 
them.


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