PRECIOUS CARGO


@Copyright 1999, Maureen. All rights reserved.


Part 24


   A powerfully muscled lion attendant wheeled one of the covered 
dishes toward Fodessa. As she watched, a fresh wave of moisture 
tickled her vulva, and her tail twitched.
   Four other attendants, moving in a body, stepped between the 
guests on one side of the square table, who scooted aside to let 
them through. With quick, coordinated motions, they removed the 
white tablecloth, revealing the table's unpolished teakwood 
surface underneath. The cloth was quickly bundled away, and then 
they began sliding the dishes toward the guests.
   Fodessa and Quong shifted to one side, toward Windrunner, to 
let the lion through. Each huge dish floated on a small antigrav 
device, and he carefully pushed one onto the table in front of 
Fodessa. Leaning forward, with a single massive paw he grasped 
the knob on the cover and removed it, revealing the contents.
   For a moment, all Fodessa registered was a plump, shaven rump, 
black paw pads, the root of a thick tail as bushy as her own 
curving away.
   Then the grinning lion put a paw on the plate and slowly gave 
it a one-quarter turn, and she got her perspective: the furless 
rump belonged to a magnificent male snow leopard. He was naked, 
clad only in his gorgeous spotted ashy fur and in the harness 
that restrained him. His flanks heaved with his heavy breathing.
   He was well-muscled, but not beefy like the lion - more like 
Caitlin or Windrunner. His arms were folded behind his back, 
bound with silvery faux-leather cuffs. Another silver strap, 
broader, cinched tightly around his waist, while still others 
gripped his thighs just below those plump buttocks, seeming to 
squeeze them out like sausages.
   Silver-plated chains connected the thigh and waist straps. 
They were cinched up tight, forcing him to remain with his knees 
drawn up under him and his ass high in the air. His tail was 
restrained over his back by a little strap that was chained to 
his collar.
   His jaws were stretched wide and plugged by a big black ball 
gag, held in by a silver leather muzzle and a strap around the 
back of his head. His large pale-blue eyes, the color of northern 
glaciers, were wide, excited.
   The lion stepped forward again and slid the dish back, so that 
the snow leopard's ample buttocks were again presented to her.
   She didn't hear Caitlin's delighted chuckle at his own "dish", 
a bound lioness female, or Katie's gasp; she barely registered 
Panchiti's exclamation of delight at the naked male gazelle he 
had gotten. Instead, she stared at that deliciously round, plump 
exposed ass. Every inch of the thick fur had been shaven off, 
even between the cheeks, as meticulously as her own slaves were 
shaved.
   There wasn't a single mark on that smooth pink skin. It all 
awaited her work.
   His thighs were straddled widely, indecently. Between them, 
his heavy balls hung, also shaven, and so red and swollen it was 
obvious he was teased constantly and seldom satisfied. 
   Between his calves, an elegant silvery paddle had been placed 
on the dish -- the synth-hide kind, rigid almost throughout its 
length.
   She reached forward with both paws to spread those pink 
hemispheres wide, and there between them was the puckered 
delicate slit of the anus, quivering under her inspection.
   With a feline's careless grace, she hopped up to stand on the 
padded bench behind the hapless snow leopard. Her paws went to 
his buttocks again and she groped them, pressed them, squeezed 
and kneaded them, delighting in the rubbery, deliciously firm 
flesh.
   The snow leopard didn't tense, but he groaned through the gag, 
squirming just a bit. Those bonds had to be hellishly 
uncomfortable.
   She reached down between his thighs and groped. Sure enough, 
his penis was fully erect, hot, swollen, hard.
   She chuckled. Then she remembered Windrunner's presence, and 
glanced over at him.
   He was staring at the snow leopard, then at her. Though he had 
carefully schooled his face to expressionless calm, the wolf was 
breathing almost as hard as the snow leopard, and his loincloth 
was straining to hold his swollen penis -- she could swear there 
was a little damp spot on it.
   "Watch me and this slut," she commanded him. "Don't take your 
eyes off us - and don't you dare touch yourself."
   The iron calm broke, and she saw the helpless, aroused hunger 
in his eyes. She grinned broadly, openly into his face.
   Quong and Dosh had both retreated from the bench and now stood 
a few feet away, watching without drawing attention to 
themselves, silent and impassive -- real professionals. Caitlin 
was preoccupied with his lioness, his face buried in her 
helplessly open cunt, wet squelching noises escaping. All around, 
other furries stood on the benches, on the tables, or had retired 
to the pillows and cushions with their "desserts", laughing, 
moaning, grunting, purring, yelping, squealing, teasing, sucking, 
fucking, spanking, paddling. Some of the victims had been untied; 
others were still in their bonds. Attendants scurried to and fro, 
fetching lubricants, dildos, clips, other implements of pleasure, 
administering paddlings and whippings. The air reeked of sexual 
musk from two or three dozen species.
   Fodessa picked up the paddle from between his legs.
   She drew back her arm, picked her favorite spot - just below 
the midline, where the bulge of the fess was greatest - and 
smacked it hard with the paddle. A shock wave jiggled the entire 
globe, and a streak of reddened flesh appeared. 
   She followed up with more smacks, dealing him a fierce 
paddling, turning his naked cheeks an angry red. The snow leopard 
squirmed and whimpered, his buttocks clenching, relaxing, 
clenching. She thought she would come from the mere sight; it was 
so erotic it was almost painful to see, like staring into the 
sun. His thick, bushy tail lashed in its restraint, jingling its 
chain.
   When she felt that she was finished, she was panting. She 
recovered herself and leaped neatly off the table onto the floor. 
   The expression on Windrunner's face was priceless.
   "Help me undress," she commanded him.
   He helped her remove her clothes, folding them neatly on the 
bench. His loincloth looked nearly ready to burst.
   "Get me a strap-on, one that goes with my fur," she told the 
lion who had brought her the dish. "Ten inches long, maybe three 
inches thick. And some lube."
   He grinned, departed, and returned a minute later with the 
requested items.
   The massive dildo was the expensive, top-quality kind, made of 
black Plasflesh, with equally black faux-leather straps. A little 
bump over her clitoris ensured she'd get maximum sensation while 
using it.
   She had Windrunner help her with the straps; he knelt before 
her to finish the job. Then he turned toward the lion for the 
lube, but she stopped him, raising one paw.
   "I want to see you suck it first," she ordered him, her voice 
husky.
   He obeyed instantly, crossing his wrists behind his back, and 
the sight of his muzzle sliding up and down the big shaft, 
sucking, licking, mouthing, made her want to moan and rub 
herself. It was too big for him to deep-throat, but he did the 
best he could.
   A thunderous purr rose in her throat as she watched. When she 
was ready to move on, she rudely shoved him away and turned to 
the attendant to let him lube it.
   Then, she leaped onto the table once again and crouched down, 
right behind the snow leopard's proffered, nude globes. She 
guided the dildo between his cheeks with one paw as she spread 
them with the other, and there was the sudden, delicious electric 
shock of the bump pressing on her clitoris as the head nudged his 
little asshole. 
   After that first moment had passed, she pressed harder against 
it, and the snow leopard groaned loudly despite his gag as the 
great dildo began to force that orifice wide open, stretching it 
excruciatingly.
   The next twenty minutes or so were undoubtedly humiliating and 
a bit painful for him. They were definitely sheer ecstasy for 
Fodessa, who worked herself up to a leisurely climax as she slid 
back and forth, thrusting into that aching little hole, until at 
last she could hold back no longer. She climaxed, squalling her 
delight as she made one last, powerful thrust and shook like a 
hooked fish, oblivious to the other orgying furs around her.


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