PRECIOUS CARGO


Copyright @1998, Maureen. All rights reserved.


Part 7


   Kathryn lay curled on the floor of her cell, staring out into 
the infinity of space shown in the porthole. She was bored -- and 
frustrated.
   Several minutes of determined searching last night had 
convinced the platinum vixen that there was no way she was going 
to be able to masturbate through the chastity belt; it was too 
well-designed, the best she’d ever seen. She'd gone to sleep 
forlornly rubbing one black paw between her thighs, wondering how 
she'd gotten into this.
   And wondering why she was wondering. She knew damned well how 
she had.
   The Darksex Underground extended its tentacles everywhere 
through the Federation of Allied Worlds, wherever the GBM and 
local or planetary governments repressed furry sexuality -- even 
on her homeworld.
   Katie had dreamed of slavery on one of the infamous Open 
Planets since she was 16 -- ten years ago. But her world, 
Tessier, was Federated.
   While she *could* legally have emigrated, that cost a hell of 
a lot of credits -- more than all but the very wealthy had, which 
didn't include her. So she'd been stuck on Tessier, trysting with 
willing partners when she could find them, trying to avoid being 
discovered by the local vice police. 
   If she had, under Tessier’s laws she would have been declared 
in need of rehabilitation and treated to "cure" her of her 
"aberrant" urges. Such treatment usually involved anti-libido 
drugs -- and sometimes radical brain surgery, even 
clitorodectomy.
   She would certainly have been sterilized as unfit for 
reproduction. Like many Federation planets, Tessier was a crowded 
hive-world -- so crowded that it couldn't permit more than a 
pawful of its citizens to breed.
   Then, her cautious sexual explorations brought her in contact 
with the Darksex Underground, and all her dreams became 
possibilities.
   The soft sound of the door opening brought her out of her 
thoughts. She stood up slowly to face her current owners.
   Now the black panther entered the room, followed closely by 
Fodessa, no longer in black dye but wearing thigh-high boots. The 
smirks on the felids’ muzzles filled her with sexfear. The smell 
of feline pheromones wafted to her.
   Katie clenched her small fists, but refused to go to her 
knees. Let them work for it, she figured.
   "Get on your knees, vixen!" Caitlin snapped.
   Katie glared back at him. She decided she would sink to her 
knees after a moment if nothing further was said -- but she 
didn't have time. Caitlin immediately stepped up to her and, with 
a quick, skilled movement she never quite comprehended, had 
twisted one wrist and arm behind her back and was forcing her 
down, quite painfully. She yelped and fell to her knees.
   "That's better," Fodessa said, drawing closer. “Now, you and I 
have some unfinished business to take care of, Katie. I didn’t 
punish you properly for last night.”
   Katie felt the bottom drop out of her stomach. Her ears tried 
to flatten right into her skull while her tail clamped over her 
naked buttocks.
   With Caitlin still holding her arm, they marched her out of 
her quarters and through the corridor into another room -- one 
that looked all too familiar: the standard well-equipped 
“playroom.” It was smaller, with less equipment than she was used 
to seeing planetside, but it held what her masters were looking 
for: a small adjustable vinyl-padded horse.
   Caitlin released her arm to set it a little lower than the 
height of her hips Then he forced her to bend over it, fastening 
her paws and her ankles to the legs on each side. She tried to 
struggle only once; Caitlin slapped her face sharply, and she 
stopped. 
   Now her ass was stuck up obscenely in the air, helplessly 
offered. The undersides of her breasts rested on the smooth vinyl 
of the padding on the side of the horse. Her vulva grew moist 
even as her wrists pulled at the faux-leather restraints, her 
heart in her throat again. She could feel cool air against her 
shaven bottomcheeks.
   A strong paw seized her lashing bushy tail, binding something 
around it, and then she could no longer lower it to cover her 
naked buttocks. It had been attached to the ceiling by a strap 
and chain.
   She heard the soft sounds as at least one of the felines went 
to a wall rack and rifled through unseen objects. She wished she 
could see what was going on behind her, and at the same time she 
was glad she couldn’t. She suspected an instrument of punishment 
was being selected, whether by Fodessa or Caitlin she had no 
idea.
   A growl came out of her mouth, quite involuntarily.
   Caitlin’s voice laughed behind her.
   “We’ll fix that attitude,” said Fodessa’s amused voice 
directly behind her.
   Then there was an almighty *crack!*. She yelped involuntarily 
as sudden, sharp, stinging pain spread across her buttocks. She’d 
been struck with a paddle.
   The paddling was hot, quick and without mercy. There was no 
buildup; Fodessa wasn’t doing this for pleasure. Her furless 
buttocks heated up like a space vessel's tachyon drive, and she 
knew they were turning bright red.
   It lasted a long time. She couldn’t help but yank at the 
restraints, cursing until she ran out of defiance and her curses 
turned to yelps, then to cries. She was definitely near tears 
when it stopped.
   Even so, she was surprised they'd ceased so soon. She’d 
expected it to go on until well after she was in tears and 
begging.
   “Don’t get your hopes up, vixen,” purred the clouded leopard’s 
voice behind her. “That was just a warm-up.”
   Caitlin came before her to unbind her wrists and ankles. She 
felt Fodessa’s fingers at her tail binding, releasing it. Then 
she was pulled off the horse.
   Next, her arms were once again pulled behind her back, and her 
wrists were bound and attached to another ceiling chain. This one 
was adjustable, and Fodessa raised it by means of a switch on the 
wall until she could feel it forcing her arms painfully upward, 
leaving her no room to move.
   Caitlin, by her side, put a paw between her shoulder blades 
and pushed, none too gently. When she failed to understand, he 
snapped, “Bend over, slut!”
   She bent over at the waist, and discovered that the pulling at 
her imprisoned wrists lessened, easing the discomfort of her 
shoulder blades. But she had to spread her feet apart to keep her 
balance.
   This worked fine with what Caitlin intended: he squatted down 
before her to shackle her ankles with two floor chain-and-
shackles, holding them awkwardly wide apart.
   Now Kathryn stood bent over at the waist, her arms pulled 
behind her back, her legs wide apart. She could do nothing at all 
to cover her pert naked breasts hanging downward, the nipples 
already stiffening, but she clamped her tail between her legs.
   Once again, that tail was seized and pulled upward, to be 
attached to a ceiling chain, keeping her nether regions bared to 
the world. Her throbbing vulva opened and closed convulsively, 
already moist.
   The clouded leopard crouched behind her to study her closely. 
She could feel Fodessa’s hot breath blowing on that exposed, 
sensitive vulva.
   “Didn’t know you liked other females,” Caitlin’s voice 
rumbled.
   “Why not?” the clouded leopard replied. “I’ve never limited 
myself exclusively to men, even though I prefer them.”
   Kathryn felt a finger poke at her moist vulva and then her 
anus, and an uncontrollable shudder went through her whole body 
at the sensation. Geez, were they about to. . .
   “Look at this, I don’t think that asshole is virgin.” 
Fodessa's voice again.
   “What do you want?” Caitlin’s voice again, an undertone of 
glee in it.
   “Get me the Number Seven dildo. We’ll see just how much she 
can handle.”
   The panther chuckled, and she heard him rattling something or 
things in another wall rack.
   The dildo felt like a bull’s phallus nudging at her rear 
orifice. She bit back a curse as her pink ring stretched more and 
more, to the point of pain, then still more, burning and aching. 
She could hardly help but wail as the huge thing slid all the way 
into her, deeper, deeper, seeming to poke at her navel from the 
inside.
   She heard more feline chuckles behind her. “Yep, she can take 
it,” Fodessa said.
   She gasped, head hanging. It felt like there was a telephone 
pole stuck up her behind, and even after the initial pain had 
subsided, she felt cruelly stretched, as if it took up all the 
space of her abdomen.
   Caitlin knelt by her side, fumbling with her left breast. She 
turned to glare at him, and then saw he had a pair of nipple 
clamps in his paw.
   He used his other paw on her breast, stroking one thumb over 
the pink nubbin to stiffen it. She tried to will it not to 
respond, but it was no use.
   Then he gripped the aureole and pulled it gently. He fastened 
the clamp, tightening it.
   She refused to cry out, gritting her teeth, but at last had to 
give way to a another yelp as he finished the job. That clamp 
really was tight.
   The other nipple came next.
   The felines stepped away. Katy’s nipples throbbed unmercifully 
in the viselike grip of the clamps. Her rectum was gorged with 
the dildo, and that sensation sent little ripples of 
pain/pleasure through her entrails. She panted, tongue hanging 
out of her white jaws, testing the restraints.
   Fodessa laughed. “A bit less defiant, are we?” she taunted.
   Katie tried to collect herself, but it was useless. The 
sensations were too overwhelming, the pain and throbbing and 
stretching seeming to merge into one glorious mass of sexual 
craving, making her cunt wet. Her whole body felt swollen, filled 
to bursting with lust. She wanted desperately to rub her cunt 
against something.
    At an order from Fodessa, Caitlin walked around to her front, 
opening his fly in front of her face.
   “Show your appreciation to him,” she heard Fodessa’s voice. 
“Pleasure him.”
   She opened her mouth and eagerly seized Caitlin’s bobbing pink 
erection in her narrow muzzle. She began sucking, her long tongue 
flicking along the shaft’s length. The pain she was in only added 
to her lust, and she gobbled it as if she meant to swallow it 
whole, literally eat it. Caitlin chuckled and put a paw on her 
forehead.
   “Now, now, slow down there,” he purred. “There’s no hurry.”
   Fodessa’s chuckle sounded.
   “That’s right,” she said. “We may not take off those clamps 
even afterward, so don’t be in a rush to finish.”
   A groan swelled in Katie’s throat, but she slowed down. Her 
tongue softly licked in an arrhythmic pattern as her lips sucked 
equally softly on the panther's malehood (or should it be 
‘tomhood’, she wondered?), now aiming to make the pleasure last, 
though her lust and greed begged that she speed up.
   Worse was to come. As she sucked the panther, she felt the 
dildo gorging her asshole begin to twist round and round. It 
withdrew a few torturous inches, interrupting her sucking when 
she gasped in response, and then, equally slowly, pushed its way 
back into her bowels. Fodessa was teasing her, playing with the 
dildo, sending more sensations of delicious pain into her 
violated body.
   Now she felt the clouded leopard’s fingers brush her cunt, 
then burrow through the folds, seeking her clitoris. She 
whimpered, trying reflexively to clamp her thighs together, but 
the pulling of the restraints on her ankles was her only reward.
   A finger found her pleasure center and began to gently play 
with it, rubbing the hood over it, increasing her lust.
   It was next to impossible to concentrate on sucking Caitlin’s 
cock as her lust built -- and was frustrated. She had to let go, 
releasing his red swollen organ, to gasp and moan and whimper as 
Fodessa’s fingers drew away.
   Her already-sore bottom received a stinging slap. “Get back to 
work!” the clouded leopard snapped.
   With a moan of defeat, she took Caitlin in her mouth and 
obeyed -- and the teasing began again.
   She never knew afterward how long this lasted. Caitlin was an 
expert at prolonging his pleasure, withdrawing his throbbing cock 
whenever he sensed himself near the brink -- he obviously had 
better control than her. When Fodessa’s lecherous fingers 
withdrew, her hips thrashed and bucked frantically, silently 
begging for more, but never to any avail. Her breasts felt as if 
they had swelled as large as two basketballs, swinging with her 
squirming, the fierce nipple clamps’ pressure unrelenting.
   Finally, the black panther withdrew completely. She opened her 
eyes to see him squat before her, his eyes full of lust. One 
black arm reached out, and pushed her right breast about, making 
it swing. Then his fingers played with the deliciously cruel 
clamp on the nipple.
   She almost came, then and there. Fodessa realized her state at 
the last possible second and withdrew her wet fingers.
   Caitlin chuckled. “What a slut,” he commented, grinning into 
her face.
   He looked past her at Fodessa, who said, “Okay, enough of 
this,” in a voice that suggested she was smiling as well.
   “I’ve got more in store for this big-bottomed slut,” she said. 
“I think it’s time we introduced her to the Sex Machine.”
   Katie’s ears perked in puzzlement. Sex Machine? What a cliched 
name....
   The two felids began unbinding her.

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