PRECIOUS CARGO PART 4

Copyright @1998, Maureen. Rewritten May, 2000. All rights 
reserved.

Part 4


   Katherine was going to be difficult, Caitlin realized.
   The platinum vixen had protested until he threatened to call 
Fodessa in -- a mistake, he realized now. He should have just 
done it instead of threatening. Now she was in tears while he 
shaved her rump the way he had Windrunner's.
   Well, he was new to this dom thing.
   "But I'm not into shaving!" she'd sobbed, but he'd merely made 
himself smile cruelly and told her, "Don't make me repeat 
myself."
   He spread her plump asscheeks with one paw, moving the shaver 
with the other, as beige-colored fox fur fell away and dropped in 
little piles to the floor. 
   She was pretty, rather than gorgeous the way Windrunner was -- 
lithe even for a vulpine, with dark-furred limbs that were slim 
but not overly delicate, a coat as sleek and perfect as his own, 
and with a surprisingly voluptuous, round ass to counterbalance 
those charmingly small breasts that were now bobbing up and down 
with her sobs. Caitlin was sure now that ass had been enhanced; 
the customers would like that. Her muzzle was slightly thinner 
than usual even for a fox, her tail full and long. 
   Her attitude wasn't because she was here against her will. Her 
papers showed she'd gotten here the same way Windrunner had -- 
the Darksex Underground, signing herself into slavery. It was 
just that she didn't seem to be very well-trained.
   Either that, or she was a difficult sub to begin with. He'd 
have to check her papers more closely. Sidney was supposed be the 
one to do that, but Sidney was a cloud of ashes back at LaGrange 
Five Spaceport.
   Suppressing that ugly memory, Caitlin finished the job. He 
switched off the shaver, took his paw off her ass cheeks and 
stepped back to admire his work.
   Her fesses were, of course, larger and rounder than 
Windrunner's, but now they were just as pale, naked and 
vulnerable. The shaking of her occasional sobs seemed to be 
making them quiver -- an entrancing sight. She was at least 
keeping her tail over her back as he'd instructed her. He admired 
the view while her sobs faded. 
   For all her protests, her smell was musky and excited.
   Naughty vixen, he thought. I'm going to give you some 
humiliation for the trouble you've given me.
   He extended one finger, keeping the claw carefully sheathed, 
slipping it under those fine buttocks and between her legs until 
it actually slid between her neat, narrow labia into her unseen 
cunt.
   He had just time to feel its hot wetness. She was aroused, all 
right. 
   Then she yelped and snapped her tail down, her thighs closing 
reflexively. She broke out of her position and half-turned to 
him, her large amber eyes downcast and anxious, and he didn't 
know whether more pleas or protests were going to come out of her 
opening mouth. 
   Then she visibly got hold of herself, closing her muzzle, but 
it was too late. She'd already earned punishment.
   Caitlin stepped back and pressed his wristcom button. 
"Mistress Fodessa!" he said into it.
   "Yes, Caitlin?" Fodessa's voice returned, sounding vaguely 
distracted. Slaaneth, he thought, I hope to hell *I* don't get 
punished for this.
   "The female slave is being difficult." He glanced up at 
Katherine, seeing her jaw tense and her expression turn fearfull, 
ears flattening.
   There was a sigh from the wristcom's speaker. "Yes, I've been 
reading her papers. I'm coming over." The device went silent; she 
must have switched her own off.
   Caitlin lowered his paw and stared back up at Katherine, 
folding his arms. He couldn't help but grin as he saw the fear in 
her eyes grow, saw her swallow nervously.
   Fodessa's arrival took only a couple of minutes, but it was a 
delight to watch of Katie's rising fear at the enforced wait. 
When the door opened and the clouded leopard walked through, 
still dyed a rich black, the vixen practically jumped, her black 
paws clenching, and he could smell the sexfear rolling from her 
in waves.
   She squirmed under Fodessa's pinning gaze as Caitlin 
explained. "She attempted to refuse the shaving, Mistress. Then 
she broke position without orders."
   "She attempted to refuse the shaving?" Fodessa repeated. "You 
did not call me until she committed the second offense?" 
   Caitlin sighed inwardly. "Yes, Mistress."
   Fodessa nodded. "We're going to have to use tough measures." 
*Double meaning*, Caitlin thought. "I think some force is in 
order."
   While Katie was forced to stand and wait, fidgeting anxiously, 
Fodessa went to a brass panel on one wall, about waist-height, 
and pressed a button on it. The panel folded out, becoming a 
sturdy little metallic table, with black faux-leather straps 
attached along the sides.
   "Get over here, vixen!" Fodessa barked. The wretched vixen 
slunk over, her head down and her ears and tail flat. Caitlin 
noticed that her pink nipples were rock-hard.
   The clouded leopard slapped the table with one paw. "Up here, 
slut." Her tone of voice left no room for disobedience.
   Katie climbed onto the table. She kept her head lowered, eyes 
down, refusing to look at either of them while they attached the 
straps.
   When they were finished, her thighs were straddled and fixed 
to the surface of the table, while her elbows and wrists were 
also flat against it and firmly strapped. Her ass protruded in 
the air, an inviting target.
   Fodessa seized that magnificently bushy tail and attached a 
thin wall chain to it, keeping it pulled all the way up. Any 
attempt by Kate to cover her ass would pull it painfully.
   Fodessa padded to the vixen's head and glowered at her. 
"You're quite a handful," she remarked. "It's all in your papers. 
'Likes a struggle,' and 'needs a firm hand,' eh? Well, rest 
assured you've found it, Katie. I enjoy a slave with a strong 
will -- I enjoy breaking it. And we're going to start now."
   She made a quick gesture to Caitlin. He went and got an enema 
nozzle, held it up for her approval and got a nod, and got down 
to business.
   At the touch of the cold, lubricated rubber on her dainty pink 
anus, Katie jerked her head up, uttering a sharp curse -- 
"Slaaneth rape you, dammit!" -- and then a string of curses, 
yanking at the straps.
   Fodessa slapped her once across the face, sharply. Katie 
stopped cursing, but she glared angrily at the clouded leopard -
who simply glared back. No one can outstare a cat. In a few 
breaths, Katie lowered her gaze again, staring at the table's 
surface.
   Caitlin put a paw on her ass again and began pushing, seeking 
to force the nozzle into her anus.
   The vixen's rear sphincter remained clenched in rebellion for 
fully a minute, but he bored in, rotating the nozzle, pushing and 
then drawing back teasingly, seeking to catch her off-guard -- 
and then he did. A pink-fleshy ring seemed to suddenly rise 
around the nozzle as the vixen gasped.
   Katie's shoulders slumped in surrender. Caitlin grinned, 
enjoying the sight of that stretched orifice, as he pushed the 
nozzle deeper and deeper into her bowels. He didn't stop until it 
was all the way in.
   He might be punished later by Fodessa, but for now, there was 
this moment. He loved this part of domming -- anal intrusion.
   The bulging bag of warm water was fetched, put in place and 
the flow switched on. At the first spurt, Katie jerked and lifted 
her head, her eyes widening, and she uttered an impossibly dainty 
gasp and groan, "Oh!" Caitlin found the sound enchanting.
   As her bowels filled with water, the vixen's once-slender 
white belly expanded, growing round and pregnant-looking. Her 
paws clenched, gripping the sides of the table, her tail waving 
involuntarily, clinking its chain, her mouth opening and closing 
like a fish's. He could hear the gurgle of the liquid inside her.
   He looked down and confirmed what he felt: his own penis was 
rock-hard and throbbing.
   Fodessa glanced at his erection and chuckled, then turned her 
attention back on the penitent vulpine, reaching under her to 
slip one paw between the table and the breast flattened against 
it. Katie jerked again, but she was powerless.
   Caitlin decided to take advantage of her again. He shut off 
the valve and again reached between her legs to feel her vulva.
   It was soaked with aroused fluids. Slippery walls closed 
convulsively around his intruding finger, whether out of 
excitement or in a vain attempt to expel it he didn't know. He 
slowly withdrew, then moved farther down to explore her clitoral 
hood.
   I've got to get a better look at her clitoris when I have the 
time, Caitlin decided. Feels like she's got a good-sized one. 
Right now it was as stiff as his own cock. He ran his fingerpad 
gently up and down her little shaft, rubbing it around, teasing 
her.
   He remembered the nozzle, still gripped in his other paw. He 
withdrew his finger and carefully slid the nozzle from her anus. 
He wondered if she'd just let the enema squirt out and soil 
herself in rebellion, but she didn't carry the game that far. Her 
asscheeks clenched as she struggled to retain it.
   Fodessa released her breast, chuckling. She glanced at 
Caitlin, and he guessed at what she wanted.
   He moved in behind Katie again and resumed teasing her, his 
finger caressing her clitoris and hood. There was no way she 
could escape the stimulation; she was pinned down in a submissive 
posture of invitation as he tormented her at his leisure.
   As the minutes passed and Caitlin worked her and Katie's 
bowels gurgled, her gasps became as much excited as pained. She 
pressed her cunt against the teasing caresses, uttering a soft 
moan, then another...then more.
   Caitlin's other paw moved beneath her. His fingers spread her 
sexlips wide and open, stretching her opening almost painfully as 
he continued to tease her clitoris. Her moans became more 
excited, her pelvis thrusting against his paw.
   She stiffened, throwing her head back -- and Caitlin stopped 
the movement of his fingers. He didn't withdraw; he just stopped 
stimulating her.
   The effect upon Katie was wonderful. She whined in 
frustration, trying to throw her hips backward far enough to get 
that last bit of sensation she needed to go over the top, but she 
couldn't quite get it. Caitlin's fingers were still there, she 
could feel them, but there was not quite enough stimulation to 
make her come.
   "Please..." she grated.
   "No," Caitlin said, echoed by Fodessa.
   Katie lowered her head, groaning, hips still twitching. As her 
excitement ebbed, Caitlin judged his moment -- then began teasing 
her again. 
   "Ohh, please!" she wailed aloud shamelessly as he once again 
aroused her toward the edge of orgasm. "I can't hold on --" But 
again he stopped at the very moment of no return.
   Katie actually lost part of the enema as she whimpered and 
groaned pitiably, all pretense at being difficult gone.
   Fodessa came around and smacked her naked behind with one 
hand. "Filthy vixen!" she scolded.
   "Untie her, let her relieve herself," she ordered. Caitlin 
hastened to unstrap her and unchain her tail. Katie kept wanting 
to press her legs together, but he forced her legs apart and 
walked right with her to the toilet to make sure she didn't get 
any chance to masturbate.
   Katie's belly lost its bulge as she uttered a low gasp of 
relief. When she was finished, Caitlin marched her right back to 
Fodessa.
   "Well, at least frustration seems to get through to you," the 
clouded leopard remarked. "So that's what we'll try."
   After a shower (after which they made her clean up her own 
mess), they took her into the room where Fodessa had met 
Windrunner. They measured her for a chastity belt and strapped 
her into one -- a creation of leather-like but unbreakable 
synthetic, secured by three electronic padlocks to which only 
Fodessa had the key. A small indentation over the clitoris 
ensured that nothing at all could contact that sensitive pearl, 
and there was no way Katie could get it off without the key, a 
blowtorch, or syntho-shears specially designed to cut such 
material.
   The vixen had recovered her spirits enough to look sullen. She 
said nothing, but she refused to honor either of them with a 
glance, her slender muzzle pointed at the floor.
   Fodessa grabbed her chin and forced it upward. "I prefer 
slaves to look me in the eye," she ordered.
   Katie would have loved to say something, to judge from the 
expression on her face, but she obeyed.
   "Take her to the quarters," Fodessa said.


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