PRECIOUS CARGO, PART FIVE

Copyright 1998, Maureen

   In her own bedroom, Fodessa eyed Caitlin, her arms crossed 
across her small breasts. Her fur was still dyed black, though 
she'd taken time to doff her boots and put on a rust-red T-shirt 
and her usual flowing black silk pants.
   "You should have notified me at the first offense, not the 
second," she reminded him.
   Caitlin stood before her. Though he was taller than her, his 
body language spoke of submission and disgrace, with tail hanging 
down and ears lowered. "Yes, Mistress."
   Fodessa continued to study him. Finally she said, "Since 
you're still inexperienced at this dom thing, I'm going to be 
lenient." Caitlin's ears perked up slightly. "I'm not going to 
shave you."
   Caitlin inwardly sighed in relief.
   "But I am going to punish you." 
   His ears flattened further, but he knew better than to protest 
or move.
   Caitlin stood quietly, stoically, while she brought out the 
special leather belt and the ropes -- not the faux-leather straps 
and harnesses she used for fun. The belt, with its numerous stout 
metal rings, went around his waist.
   "Exhale," she commanded. He did. She tightened it viciously 
around his flanks, her arm muscles straining, before she buckled 
it. It squeezed him when he inhaled again, constricting him like 
a narrow corset.
   Already he could feel an erection burgeoning. There was no use 
quelling it; he knew from previous experience that he couldn't. 
He might not be an experienced dominant, but he was an 
experienced submissive.
   "On your knees," Fodessa ordered. When he had obeyed, she bent 
down to knot the end of one long rope around his right ankle, 
wrapping several loops there. Then she brought the rope up, 
threading it through two of the rings on the bondage belt before 
tying it off, still leaving a long end free.
   "Wrists behind your back."
   She folded his arms neatly behind his back, then used the end 
of the rope to bind them that way. Another rope around his arms 
passed through another pair of belt rings on its way to his left 
ankle. She left his long, twitching tail free.
   The ropes now kept Caitlin kneeling. They was so tight that he 
had to arch his back slightly to relieve some of the pressure, 
forcing his chest outward. Already he could feel the strain on 
his muscles. He wondered how long he'd have to stay in this 
bondage; he prayed to Slaaneth it wouldn't be very long, but 
Slaaneth had a way of ignoring such prayers. He cursed his 
throbbing penis, now extruded from his sheath, fully erect and 
waving like a pink snake.
   Fodessa looked him up and down, smiling like a cat with a 
mouse to play with. She eyed his bobbing erection, and her smile 
broadened.
   "I think we'd better pay some attention to that, too," she 
commented.
   She retrieved a thin, long thong and knelt down in front of 
him. The thong went first around his scrotum, tightening cruelly, 
separating his testicles from his body. Next, she circled each 
separate ball, tightening the thong around it, tying it off. 
When she was done, his balls looked like two bulging little 
balloons hanging from his groin. 
   Finally, she wrapped several loops around his shaft from its 
base, where it extended from the sheath, to just behind the head, 
and tied it off.
   The thong's grip kept Caitlin's penis erect. His genitals 
ached in their tight bonds. He breathed as deeply as he could, 
refusing to make a sound of pleading or pain.
   Fodessa was smiling cruelly, enjoying the sight of him. He 
could practically *feel* that sadistic gaze upon his bound and 
tormented flesh, making him feel even more naked. He clamped his 
jaw.
   She went back to the cabinet and returned with two stout 
nipple clamps -- with one-ounce metal weights attached.
   He drew a deep breath, closing his eyes. He felt Fodessa's 
fingers teasing one nipple erect, tickling and stroking -- and 
then the sharp pain as the clamp bit in and hung on.
   He couldn't help but utter a small gasp as Fodessa released 
it, letting the little metal weight hang free.
   She ministered similarly to the other nipple, then stepped 
back.
   His nipples and cock throbbed like fury, feeling huge and 
tender. He gritted his teeth, glowering back at Fodessa, refusing 
to admit to his pain.
   Fodessa straightened up, smiling, and nodded. "I think that'll 
keep you for a while. And now, I'm going to go watch the latest 
tape of Sarina Mbume. I'll be back to release you -- eventually."
   She turned and walked out of the room, and the door closed 
automatically behind her.
   As soon as she was gone, Caitlin groaned aloud. Each episode 
of the Adventures of Sarina Mbume series ran two hours.


   Fodessa had lied to him. She didn't immediately sit down to 
watch the erotic and violent adventures of Sarina Mbume, Secret 
Agent. Instead, as soon as she had taken a shower and washed the 
black dye off, she made a tachyon transmitter call, wrapped only 
in her bathrobe.
   "Transmission to Vorun Prime Three, via the Underwave 
Network," she said to the shipboard computer. The computer 
recognized her voice, inconspicuously scanned her retinal 
patterns as she waited, decided she had permission to use the 
transmitter, and displayed "Placing call as directed" while 
accessing the Underwave tachyon network through her account.
   It was fully a minute later that the viewscreen came to three-
dimensional life, showing the head of a male cervine -- 
whitetailed deer stock, Fodessa guessed, from the shape of his 
antlers still in velvet. Must be summer on Vorun.
   "Get me Blackmuzzle," she told him shortly.
   The buck eyed her disdainfully. "And who are you?"
   "Tell her Fodessa's calling."
   A moment later, his face had been replaced by a grim-looking 
female spotted hyena. Her muzzle was solid black, as black as her 
eyes.
   "Fodessa! What the hell happened at LaGrange Five? Is the 
cargo safe?" Her voice was thin but gravelly -- typical hyena.
   "That's what I meant to ask you, Blackmuzzle. The cargo's 
safe, but I lost my First Mate."
   Blackmuzzle looked at her, her beady black eyes softening 
slightly, big dark ears lowering. "I'm sorry to hear that," she 
said. "I lost four of my own people."
   They assessed each other.
   "We still don't know how it leaked," Blackmuzzle admitted, and 
to Fodessa's sharp eyes it looked like she was telling the truth. 
She wished she had odor transmission, but Underwave's bandwidth 
wouldn't permit that. "We do know that those were low-level 
GBM's, though," Blackmuzzle continued. "One of them was taken 
alive and lived long enough for questioning. We've got some names 
. . . but I don't know if the station manager's involved in it."
   Fodessa thought this over.
   "Do I have to worry about Perion?" The open pleasure planet 
was her next stop.
   "I never tell people not to worry," Blackmuzzle said. "I 
promise I'll tachyon-mail anything I find out to you, the moment 
I get it."
   Fodessa nodded slowly. "Please do."
   "Be careful."
   After closing the transmission, she sat down and at last 
watched Sarina Mbume endure and deal out danger and erotic 
torture in her mission to fight galactic bad guys everywhere.
   *Wish to hell she could fight the GBM,* she thought.
   Only when the last second of the episode was over, before the 
credits, did she turn it off and walk back to the bedroom to deal 
with Caitlin.
   The black panthermorph looked up at her, breathing harshly 
through his open mouth. He gritted his teeth, baring his fangs, 
and glared at her.
   *Next time, I'll gag and blindfold him,* she thought.
   The muscles of his arms bulged as he writhed slowly against 
his bonds, trying vainly to find an even microscopically more 
comfortable position. His tail lashed and flopped aimlessly with 
his movements. The smell of feline sweat and stress hung in the 
room.
   He was beautiful in his suffering. Fodessa debated leaving him 
that way for another few hours, but common sense scotched the 
notion.
   Instead, after tossing her robe on the bed, she bent down, 
drawing a small vibroknife, and began undoing and cutting his 
torturous bonds one at a time.
   The steel in Caitlin softened as she removed the nipple 
clamps, enough to let him cry out with pain, both times, tears 
rolling down his ebon-furred cheeks. Removing the thongs on his 
bulging genitals was harder, but she managed to do it without 
giving him so much as a nick. He gasped but didn't give her 
another cry.
   The remainder of the bonds she simply unlocked, unbuckled and 
untied.
   Except for when she had to cut her gaze to deal with his 
ropes, his eyes never left hers. His expression was a study in 
defiance, without a hint of pleading or gratitude.
   When she stepped back, the expression was still there, though 
his gasps eased as the blood flow returned to normal. Caitlin 
barely kept from falling over, struggling with stiff muscles to 
remain in the position she'd bound him in until she gave him 
permission to change it, flexing his arms to bring the blood back 
into them.
   She looked sternly back at him.
   "I hope you'll take this as a lesson," she told him. "Next 
time, call me at the first sign of a problem."
   Caitlin nodded stolidly. "Yes, Mistress," he replied.
   "You can get up now," she told him. She went over to the bed 
and flopped down on it, still naked, legs spread. "Get over here 
and serve me, with your mouth."


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