PRECIOUS CARGO

@Copyright 1999, Maureen. All rights reserved.

Part 18


   The tiger's sheer bulk was intimidating; he towered over 
Fodessa -- definitely a Siberian tiger, not a Bengal. Windrunner 
screwed up his courage and looked directly at him -- and a 
massive furry paw slipped under his chin.
   Round face a swirl of black stripes; massive, thick nose 
bridge and muzzle; small ears; impressive white cheek tufts; 
round orange eyes full of boisterous lust -- those were his first 
impressions besides the tiger's cat-musk scent, bright with 
arrogance. The tiger grinned as he stared back, revealing tusk-
like fangs.
   Windrunner heard Fodessa's voice: "Zhiang! I didn't know you 
were even on-planet!"
   Zhiang looked over at Lou, and his broad grin slipped 
slightly. "And who is this?"
   "I'm Lou, a representative for Blackmuzzle," the human 
answered. His smell had changed subtly again; Windrunner guessed 
he found the tiger just as intimidating.
   "Pleased to meet you," Zhiang responded, with a politeness 
that suggested he was no more keen about a human at the party 
than Windrunner was.
   Then that massive paw released his chin, and the orange-eyed 
gaze was surveying him from head to foot. Zhiang stepped around 
him to look at him from the back.
   "Windrunner, stand up!" Fodessa ordered.
   He obeyed.
   He could almost feel the tiger's gaze on his naked skin. His 
cock was erect under the loincloth and throbbing hard.
   "What a nice piece of merchandise!" Zhiang's voice boomed. 
"I've always loved how you shave their butts, and he's got a good 
one."
   "Thank you, Zhiang," Fodessa's smoother voice replied. "I 
always appreciate your praise."
   "I don't think I've seen a wolf that handsome in ages," Zhiang 
continued. "Bet he'll fetch a pretty credit."
   He moved in front of Windrunner again, looking closely at the 
erection tenting his loincloth. "How long has it been since you 
let him come?" His broad muzzle showed a cruel smirk.
   Windrunner closed his eyes, wincing inwardly with shame, then 
opened them again. His heart beat like a triphammer.
   "Actually, he came only a few days ago -- but it was his first 
in two weeks." Fodessa's voice was smug, gloating.
   The tiger actually snorted, and Windrunner felt his breath on 
his face. "You're getting soft, Mistress Fodessa," he said, but 
his big grin made it a joke. "Are you going to have him perform?"
   "I was just about to."
   "I want to see him beaten!," Zhiang demanded. "Let's find a 
chair, so he can bend over." 
   Lou grinned, a strange expression with his lack of a muzzle. 
"Good idea," he chimed in.
   Moments later, Windrunner was bent over a carved wooden chair 
with no armrests. It was heavy enough that he could have been 
tied to it, but instead Fodessa told him, "Hold onto the legs and 
don't let go until I tell you. Get those feet apart --" and her 
furred hind foot kicked his ankles apart.
   He knew all too well what to do. He arched his back down as 
far as he could, emphasizing his naked buttocks, and did his best 
to curl his tail over his back. His tail wasn't as flexible as 
Katie's long brush, so Fodessa helped him, finding a thong to tie 
around the end of his tail and then attaching the other end to 
his nylon collar, holding his tail backwards over his spine. It 
was uncomfortable, but he knew it was nothing what was coming.
   Too late, the rush of panic hit him, nearly sinking him with 
its weight. He was about to be beaten on his naked buttocks, in 
public, in a room full of people.
   He forced himself to take a deep breath through shaky lungs, 
steeling himself.
   There was nothing he could do about it -- no safeword, not 
since he'd signed himself into slavery back on Ferolda.
   With that realization, he could feel something else rise -- 
that backward sort of slave pride, aroused by knowing he'd soon 
be the center of a great deal of attention, providing onlookers 
with an erotic, gorgeous sight. He made up his mind not to fail 
Fodessa or diminish the spectacle he was about to present. He 
lifted his head, so they could see his face.
   "Thattaboy!" Fodessa whispered in his ear, ruffling his scruff 
fur.
   Then she stepped back.
   "Lachnois!" she called to the hyena overseer, who was standing 
nearby. "Fetch us a thin cane."
   Windrunner shuddered. That would hurt a hell of a lot more 
than a paddle.
   Already, a few furs had drifted over to watch.
   Fodessa circled behind him, her hind paws rustling softly on 
the plush rug. He braced himself, his stomach turning over like 
at the top of a long, long plunge.
   The crop whistled through the air. Then there was a *crack!* 
and a blazing line of pain sprang up on his right ass cheek, a 
little under the bulge.
   He didn't even notice his jaw dropping, but the onlookers 
oohed and aahed, eyes glittering.
   The fierce, stinging pain spread from the long line of impact 
over the globes of his ass and seemed to flow down into his 
aroused groin. Fodessa wielded the cane slowly, expertly, going 
for the undercheeks, never quite giving each stroke's sting time 
to fully subside into that vicious ache before the next one 
arrived. His paws tightened on the chair legs until his knuckles 
cracked, and he gritted his teeth hard, struggling not to tighten 
his buttocks.
   By the fifth stroke, tears were filling his eyes, blurring his 
vision of the onlookers.
   At the eighth, the tears were streaming down his face, 
dripping onto the rug. Surely Fodessa would soon be satisfied. 
But the ninth stroke came . . . the tenth . . . .
   At the thirteenth, as roaring began to fill his ears and he 
knew he couldn't hold still much longer, the beating stopped. 
Fodessa handed the cane back to Lachnois and stepped up beside 
him as the onlookers applauded.
   She seized his head, pulling his face into her chest, the fur 
of her breasts rustling under the fabric, murmuring "It's all 
over now. It's over."
   He uttered a single sob, one that expressed all his agony and 
his shock, and then it all seemed to flow out of him and he felt 
his breathing beginning to steady, even though his ass was still 
glowing with pain.
   *I didn't fail her!* he realized, and felt a little rush of 
triumph. Thank the gods for the tail thong, though . . . .
   Fodessa released his face from the safe harbor of her breasts 
and stepped back. The applause of the onlookers had subsided. Out 
of the murmurs of appreciation, he heard a comment a bit louder 
than the rest: "Truly exceptional. Fodessa gets all the best 
ones."
   He still clutched the chair, with no permission to get up.
   "Hey, want to use him?" Fodessa's voice said.
   "Definitely," Zhiang rumbled in reply. Lou remained silent.
   "Lachnois, get us the salve -- and some lube!"
   As Fodessa's salve-covered fingers touched his buttocks, 
Windrunner nearly forgot himself and flinched -- but the pain was 
quickly over. Her broad fingerpads slipped gently, slowly, over 
his fesses, smearing the soothing ointment over his bruised, 
welted cheeks, easing his pain. It was delicious. He arched his 
back, actually pushing his buttocks into those soothing paws as 
they slipped under his cheeks, holding them gently, then 
spreading him slowly to get into the tender valley between them.
   He ignored the spectators who were watching the whole show as 
he shamelessly sighed and moaned with relief, his cock hardening 
again.
   Fodessa's paws left him.
   And then the tiger came, clothes rustling as he prepared 
himself.
   Zhiang's penis was as huge as he'd expected. At the first 
shock of the tiger's big cockhead pressing against the tight ring 
of his anus, he felt his innards clench in fear. Once again, he 
braced himself, breathing deeply, carefully, exercising care not 
to let his anus tighten, bearing down to permit Zhiang as easy an 
entry as possible.
   For all his brashness, the tiger had common sense. He pushed 
himself into Windrunner's rectum slowly, smoothly, going in only 
a little at a time, but he never retreated. Windrunner's eyes 
widened at the shock of entry, his asshole stretching and 
stretching until it seemed hard to breath.
   When it was all the way in, it seemed to press against his 
very navel, stretching him hugely, achingly open -- but a 
different, more sensual ache than that of the cane.
   The tiger's powerful paws came down on his shoulders, 
steadying Zhiang as he began to move -- slowly at first, giving 
the wolf time to get used to it, then picking up speed.
   Windrunner knew his manners. He clenched his anus 
rhythmically, giving Zhiang the delight of being gripped and 
released again and again as he thrust into his bowels. He pushed 
back against him, something that quickly became easier and more 
instinctive as his own lust built, his prostate massaged and 
pushed by the tiger's massive penis, his own cock hardening until 
he was gritting his teeth with excitement.
   He lost all awareness of the onlookers applauding and 
commenting at his performance. He was only dimly aware of Fodessa 
and the human watching him.
   Then he felt the huge cock inside him shudder and stretch him 
still more, the sensation so erotic it was not quite pain but 
pushed him to the very edge of orgasm . . . and Zhiang ejaculated 
into Windrunner's guts.
   The big tiger could have torn the wolf apart, but his self-
control was excellent even in the midst of joyous climax: even as 
he clutched Windrunner's shoulders, his claws dug only lightly 
into his pelt, barely piercing the skin. He uttered a loud chuff 
of passion as he came.
   Windrunner gave Zhiang's cock a last squeeze, then held 
perfectly still until the tiger had softened and withdrawn. He 
was aware another slave had rushed up to help Zhiang clean 
himself up, of the onlookers' delighted applause and approving 
remarks.
   He heard Fodessa's voice, asking Lou, "You sure you don't want 
to try him?" He felt a stab of fear at being used by the smelly 
human. But he didn't hear a reply, and guessed the human had 
shaken his head no.
   The thong that held his tail prisoner was untied, freeing him.
   "You can get up now," Fodessa's smug-sounding voice purred. 
Glancing at her face as he rose, he saw she was smiling.
   Zhiang was having his penis cleaned by a kneeling cheetah 
male. Among the other spectators was Cambelli, beaming, drink in 
hand.
   Lou's expression was harder to define. Windrunner barely 
noticed it, didn't ponder over it.
   He wobbled over to Fodessa, feeling the blood return to his 
legs. His penis was swollen to the maximum, bobbing as he walked 
for all to see.
   To his surprise, the clouded leopard put a tender arm around 
him, still smiling. He relaxed, feeling a warm glow of 
satisfaction even as his penis still throbbed. She was pleased.
   "He's excellent!" Zhiang pronounced as he straightened his 
gold trousers. "Thanks for letting me try him out."
   "Any time, Zhiang," Fodessa answered, grinning as she released 
the wolf. "The party's just beginning."
  "Well-trained as I expected," Cambelli remarked from the crowd, 
and there were sounds of agreement from the other furs. Fodessa 
bowed elegantly, murmuring her thanks, and Windrunner felt his 
warm glow of pride swell to rival his penis.
   He could get used to this party-performance thing, he decided 
-- but hopefully not *too* used to it. It wouldn't be half so 
exciting if he lost all sense of humiliation . . .
   As Fodessa took his arm and began walking through the crowd 
again, he saw the party was in full swing now. Scattered clusters 
of furs were everywhere, and even where he couldn't see the 
action, he could hear the cracks of paddles and whips, cries of 
passion, shuddering moans.
   On one of the cleared tables, a collared female ferret danced 
nude, breasts bobbing as she moved sinuously, the light sparking 
off her silver earring.
   "Ahh, what a party Cambelli throws," Fodessa murmured, and 
sighed happily.


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