Baggage
#2 of Leah Aoki
A short scene inspired by a piece by SpazMan that I particularly enjoyed!
"Ladies and gentlemen. From our new affiliate, I present...Dominic Karnoff."
The auditorium lit up with applause, as their guest stepped on stage. He was a massive tiger, towering over the presenter, dressed impeccably in a suit worth more than any of their cars. His face was stony, austere, glancing over the audience with a severe undercurrent of superiority and judgment. Most curiously, however, was that he was carrying with him a large duffel bag. The presenter offered Dominic a microphone and a cup of water, both of which he abruptly took before dismissing the smaller male with a curt jerk of his head. While there were some titters and whispers about the duffel, the audience was mostly silent as the tiger slipped the bag under the podium, taking a few moments to get set up. Alone on stage, illuminated only by a light showing off his podium, the tiger still commanded their undivided attention. After some final adjustments, and seemingly adjusting his suit...he finally spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Hephaestus Industries welcomes your desire to see just how much your company would benefit from...submitting to our intentions..." His voice was low, deep, and rumbled like a coming storm. "You must forgive me, I have yet to visit my hotel and drop off my luggage as my flight was delayed, certainly by someone in deep need of further discipline. Such failures of duty, responsibility, and of loyalty are unbecoming, and suggest some do not yet know their place."
The audience was alternately taken and confused by the intensity of the tiger's rhetoric...but more than a few crossed their legs at his presence.
"Nevertheless, you will all listen closely for the following information, as you will find that understanding the conditions and rules of the upcoming merger are imperative to your continued success and happiness. We will take care of your company, but only if you are willing to cede certain liberties to us. We will take care of you."
With that final, rather chilling line, Dominic projected his presentation onto a large, adjacent screen. He began to speak of new directives, deadlines, restructures, and company ethics, directing the audience's rapt, somewhat coerced attention to his speech...
...and away from the podium, and the subtle, barely noticeable shifting of his body out of sight. Back and forth.
Positioned under the wooden desk, the tiger's duffel bag had been placed and shifted, leaving one end next to his lap. Even someone standing next to him might have not noticed that the bag was slightly unzipped, nor might they have noticed that his belt was unbuckled and his slacks unbuttoned.
As such, no one could have known that Dominic had subtly, carefully opened up his pants in front of them all and pulled his heavy, barbed flesh out into the open air. Nor could they have known that he had opened up his bag, and was slipping himself in and out of the hole he had made...and slipping himself in and out of the source of the soft, muffled whimpers stuffed inside the bag.
She tried not to squirm, the cords binding her in place would bite at her flesh, but it was so hard. The tiger's length was so long and so thick, and he never slowed his pace as he fucked her. Her lips were sore after so many rounds with him, and her fur was matted with silk and seed. However, that did not stop her from stretching her soft, fluffy pussy open yet again, as he lectured about the distribution of market shares without pause. And so, the small, bound canine gasped and whimpered softly around her ballgag, eyes damp behind her mask, as she sat there, wrists and ankles cuffed and her thighs tied together. A perfect, immobile package.
Dominic liked this one. He'd carried his tightly packed little bitch like this for days between cities, at no point showing any restraint in opening it up to pound her sore, bruised ass, and leave another thick, virile load in her soft, abused little womb. In the men's room between meetings, positioned in his lap while taking a car, and now finally before an entire company...she would be fucked whenever and wherever he wanted.
One meeting. One chance meeting on his flight to Kyoto, and the little Akita Inu was his. How cute had she been, taking his cock down her throat within seconds of meeting, seconds of beholding him...and seeing the ring on his finger. He still had photos on his phone of her licking his balls clean in the plane's bathroom, mascara running so cutely...
That had been a week ago, and he'd left her belly overflowing across half a dozen nations since then. The poor girl didn't seem to know any better, didn't know she shouldn't let a married man fuck her like a cheap whore, treat her like a used toy...but she let him use and abuse every inch of her, and Dominic felt no desire to stop. The tiger planned to drop her off on some park bench between Soho and Dallas before going home to his family...and maybe pick her back up from whatever loser she was shacked up with when he went back on the circuit.
Inside the bag, the Akita's body clenched, and her exhausted, overworked body trickled with silk as she came on his cock yet again, making a bigger mess of her cream-and-caramel fur. Her muffled whine almost picked up on the tiger's microphone, making a few in the top row blink in confusion.
"I see this microphone suffers from feedback issues," Dominic commented tersely, pausing from his slide and gazing imperiously down at the presenter. As he did, two fingers slipped into the bag to take a bit of the Akita's plush young ass in between his thumb and forefinger. "What a shame...I'd hate it if the company were to miss important information based upon utter incompetence...technical incompetence, of course."
And as many eyes were distracted by glaring daggers at the sweating, panicked little middle manager, Dominic pinched down on her flesh and gave it a slow, sadistic twist...and while he felt her tense up and shake in pain, he didn't hear a sound. No gasping, no screaming...nothing.
With that matter settled, he patted her ass out of sight, before resuming his speech. He would never lose his pace, as a speaker or a master. The little Akita could never relax, struggling to breathe in a closed bag utterly saturated in the scent of male hormones and sex, an aura that forced her to dwell within this painful, pleasurable, submissive nightmare she had brought upon herself. Even after many days of this treatment, she still shivered and tensed every time his barbs raked over her flesh, every time his cocktip dented her belly. She had no idea where she was, how many days since he'd taken her as his, or even how long he'd been lecturing. All she knew was his cock, always breeding her. Always cumming in her. Always making her cum. It was all she had in this bag...
After another hour of speaking, in which the audience was far too scared to nod off and check their phones, it seemed as if, for a moment, Dominic had lost his place. For a moment, he appeared distracted...
But, after taking a sip of water and clearing his throat, he continued to speak, having just blasted the pretty girl's belly with a powerful jet of cum. With his cock plunged all the way into her still-tight little pussy, tip practically beating down the door to her womb, he filled her up in moments. Despite never being pent up, the tiger never seemed to run out, never giving her a chance to recover. Tonight was no exception, as the Akita tried her best not to wail in pleasure as his cum leaked out of her folds and dribbled all over her ass, thighs, and footpaws...her belly too full and stretched to take any more.
Neither Dominic nor his slut, in the few moments where her mind worked, imagined she'd still be fitting in her old skirt in 2 months. If he still had her that long, she'd not be wearing it anyway.
With his time wrapping up, the tiger quickly and skillfully pulled out and wiped his cock on her lower back and with her drooped tail, before stowing himself away again. By the time he began to recite his closing words, he'd zipped the bag back up, hiding his dirty little secret away again.
"...I hope that we have all learned a lesson tonight. Not merely about the difficulties of running an empire, or of the command you must maintain to keep all your assets in line, or how to extract as much from a resource as you can before moving on to the next...but about one thing, above all others."
For the first time that night, Dominic Karnoff smiled. A wicked, narrow-eyed, smug little smirk, one that each and every audience member felt was staring directly into their soul.
"Power."
Hours later, after the tiger declined innumerable cocktails and denied volumes of praise, he decided to return to his room, a choice none decided to question. He continued to carry his duffel bag, something any other employee would certainly be mocked for, but Dominic Karnoff was above such treatment. And so, even with more events planned with his involvement, he took his leave without announcement and without any daring to stop him.
Minutes later, he stepped into his room, walking past a neat pile of his actual luggage, long since delivered before he even entered the hotel lobby. There had been no purpose for any of this, the tiger had merely wanted it.
Unzipping the bag, he unceremoniously upturned it over the bed, dumping the contents out. The small canine landed heavily onto the covers with a muffled whine, her body still bound and contorted into a ball. Her bare ass and thighs were matted in the tiger's cum, and light bruises were beginning to show where her wrists, ankles, and thighs were tied. Dominic noticed how light they were compared to his previous toys. This one did not struggle, did not try to break free.
He'd probably get a few more cities' use out of this one yet.
With a few quick, practiced tugs and swipes of his claws, the binds fell away, and her limbs unfolded as she lay sprawled on her side. A yank tore the gag out of her mouth, leaving the young woman gasping for air and shaking slightly.
He stared down at her, thinking back to his own family. A wife, married for appearances and nothing more. Three kittens, of which the oldest couldn't have been much younger than this bitch, if at all. Soft curves. modest, perky breasts. still so much warmth in her fur despite days of cum and sweat. The Akita was barely more than a child herself. So much opportunity...so much life...
It took many minutes...but she began to move, slowly stretching her limbs out until she could us them. Crawling to the edge of the bed, the Akita whined and whimpered breathlessly as she tried to slip her legs off the side of the bed and rise to stand. Dominic did not help her. He merely silently watches as she finally managed to shakily stand, after nearly collapsing more than once. Slowly, the Akita managed to stagger toward the balcony, toward the night sky and the lights below. He followed her wordlessly as, completely naked, she stood at the edge, gazing out over the city. All the lights, all the sounds, all the lives, many stories down. Just colors to her...
Dominic assumed she was trying to recognize the city, that she was wondering how far away she was from home, how far away from peace and shelter and comfort...when she would return home...
...but instead, she rested her paws on the railing, and slowly bent herself over. Her breasts hung over the side of the edge, and her tail began to lift. There, before him, and before the entire city, she presented her sticky, well-used pussy, yet again.
She did not want to go home.
She wanted her master.
Dominic said nothing, all he did was leave his priceless clothes in a messy pile on the hotel room floor, before striding out onto the balcony to mount the Akita, forcing his way into her from behind yet again. As she howled weakly in pleasure, the tiger gripped her slender waist and began to thrust. No subtlety, no games, no hiding. In full view of anyone in the hotel peeking out their window, and before the entire city, the tiger fucked his bitch. His balls smacked her messy thighs, his cock stirred the load of cum still in her, and he even dragged his tongue over her tear-stained face, as the lights of the city seemed to not reach her pleasure-broken, happy expression. He would continue to fuck her as long as he wanted, as hard as he wanted, and she would give it to him and hope for more.
At that moment more than ever, more than at home, more than in the office, more than even downstairs as he controlled entire companies...
...he felt powerful.