When Husband's Away, Part 2
Shema kissed her husband and gleefully pushed him out the front door as she did every morning he went to work. The difference in their moods when they woke up was a constant source of gentle contention between them and she made sure to be as cheerful as possible so that she would get his grumpy, sleepy smile before he left for most of the day. She left the front door open and walked beside him onto the porch to give him another kiss before he left.
This was the way it had pretty much always been, but things had become strained between the two of them when the matron Katta her husband had nicknamed "Kerra" had stopped by a month ago to "visit" and had yet to leave. Born into the ruling caste of Katta, the matron gave no consideration that she was the guest as she lorded over Shema. At first it was just annoying: constant nagging about how Shema was not living like a "true" Katta should. Shema's polite rebuttal that she was living like a Katta amongst humans fell on deaf ears. But Shema never did anything more assertive than that, they both were raised in a society that taught them to respect the matrons' title and old habits were hard to break.
But the nagging turned into something darker once Kerra snuck onto the computer Shema and her husband shared. He had always cautioned Shema to "lock" the computer when she left it alone and she always did...except for one time. She had only gotten up to bring the remains of her lunch downstairs into the kitchen, but Kerra had only needed a few minutes to get into the system without anyone knowing. It did not take her long to find Shema's secret stash of videos and stories. Originally used as a (disastrous) educational resource on how to correctly mate with her husband, it had evolved into a collection catering to Shema's newly discovered fetish: human females having sex with multiple males. Kerra, forcefully taught at an early age to prefer only females, took a dim view of Shema's fantasies and blackmailed her by threatening to tell her husband that Shema was cheating on him with other human males. Caught off-guard and aware that her husband really didn't know about that side of her, Shema had agreed to the matron's demands, which at the time seemed innocent enough.
At first it was small things: kissing, touching, pinching, but the matron's hatred for the male combined with her desire for the hapless Katta inspired her to expand her horizons. One morning after the male had left, Kerra succeeded in stripping a protesting Shema in the master bedroom and spent several one-sided blissful hours together in her husband's bed brazenly fondling and kissing the unhappy Katta.
Still standing on the porch and waving goodbye to her husband, Shema's eyes teared up as she replayed the memories of that afternoon and the ones that followed: The matron's practiced hands running all over her body as she cooed seductive words into her ear...squeezing and rubbing Shema's body where it responded against her will...and worst, the shame of the first orgasm she had received at the matron's hands. She remembered the disgust and anger as her body betrayed her to Kerra's skillful fingers and it took all her self-control not to bite when Kerra pushed her Shema-tasting fingers into her mouth, whispering at how much better it must have felt compared to her clumsy husband.
Soon the matron abandoned the attention towards Shema's body in favor of her forcing Shema on to her own. Not one to do things by halves, the first indication Shema got of this change in their "relationship" was after one of the matron's fingering sessions. She had expected Kerra to get up and leave her as she usually did, but a rough yank on the shoulder to bring her onto her back, then the smothering embrace of the matron's crotch on her face was the only indication she got. Shema didn't remember the first time very well, but she did remember the tears afterwards and the thought of having been crying while the matron was grinding against her face, giving Kerra that satisfaction, was almost more than she could bear.
Things quickly got worse. Just two days ago, Kerra had gone beyond her usual molestations: tying Shema to the bed and forcing ice cubes up her pussy and tail until Shema was gritting her teeth in pain, which only seemed to encourage the vicious matron even more. Even now she still ached below the hips, but at least walking didn't hurt this morning.
Shema stayed outside until she couldn't see her husband's car anymore and she knew the matron would be sauntering downstairs from her morning shower any second now. For all the hate of him she hissed into Shema's ear, Kerra seemed unsure of herself around Shema's husband, never saying much and rarely even making eye contact with him. Her husband had teased her about having a threesome when she told him that a second Katta would be staying with them for a bit, but when she learned that the Katta would be a Matron, she knew nothing good was going to come of the visitation. Still, any other Matron but Kerra would probably have satisfied themselves with just taking notes about Shema's new way of living, maybe some questions, and then back home they would have gone.
Until a few days ago, her husband had no idea of what Shema was enduring while he was away. Shema confessed everything while they were cuddling in bed and the mixture of his anger and relief confused her. When she asked why he was relieved, he had responded that her lack of sexual interest was starting to make him feel that she was growing bored. She immediately erupted into the Kattas' sneezing laughter, burying her head in the soft crook of his arm to prevent Kerra from hearing her, as the matron had recently started sleeping in the hallway just outside their bedroom door. Her husband thought that merely strange, but Shema knew it was to make sure she was punished the next morning if Kerra thought she and her husband had mated during the night.
With the confession came teamwork. Her husband wanted to throw Kerra out immediately, but Shema reasonably pointed out that Kerra had nowhere else to go until she was able to get back home. Despite Kerra's treatment of her, Shema could not bring herself to be cruel and had no desire to see Kerra homeless and helpless in a world she was very unsuited for. Instead, she and her husband compromised: Shema would be allowed to plan her takedown of the pushy Matron and on his part, her husband would be allowed to immediately sneak them out the bedroom window onto the roof of the porch. She had no clue why he wanted to be there, but she had gotten the clue when he had pulled her pajama bottoms off. He had kissed her before gently placing her on her tummy, then laid on top of her, painfully pushing himself into her with an unusual disregard for her comfort. He had been too quick with her and she hadn't been ready, but she got there quickly and the sex had ended very satisfyingly for the both of them. She was still picking bits of grit from the roof out of her fur days later, something Kerra fortunately had not noticed.
"If you only knew, you arrogant thing..." Shema murmured to herself, absentmindedly still waving at a car long out of sight.
As if on cue, she heard the matron's heavy footfalls stomping down the stairs, no doubt fresh and clean as she always was for "her" Shema. Sure enough, two arms slithered underneath her shirt and wrapped possessively around her breasts, which the matron began openly massaging on the porch in broad daylight, silently daring her to speak up. Shema knew the best course of action was to play along, but Shema would still be living with her neighbors long after Kerra was gone! She would be mortified if anyone saw them like this and knew her husband would be embarrassed and angry.
"You fat Katta!" Shema hissed angrily, "Stop that immediately! Children may see!"
But the matron laughed mirthlessly. "You think I am stupid. I know the children here have already been picked up and driven to their school. There are none to witness us. You should be more grateful that I am allowing you your pants this morning, though I'm sure a worthless Katta like you would love to show off your nakedness to everyone" the matron purred, sliding one hand along Shema's belly and into the front of Shema's pajamas. "Be glad I am in a good mood today Shema. Tomorrow I may not be so lenient with your attitude. Now follow..." With that, Kerra withdrew her arms and walked back inside the house, not bothering to see if Shema was following.
Shema sighed and dutifully fell in behind her. She hoped they they would go to the bedroom, where the trap lay ready. Sometimes Kerra preferred to use a bathroom or the kitchen where the attention was always crueler, but also over quicker. But the last time in the kitchen had been several weeks ago involving small drops of boiling water and Shema definitely preferred the bedroom.
She allowed herself to hope when Kerra started walking back upstairs: now the Kerra's options were limited to either the master bedroom or one of the two bathrooms. When the matron turned into the bedroom, Shema almost tackled the Katta right then and there, but there was still the master bathroom to contend with. Even if Kerra chose there, it was close enough to the bedroom that Shema thought she might be able to entice her onto the bed.
But that was not going to necessary, for Kerra arrogantly sauntered to the bed, her husband's scent still pleasantly clouding the sheets, and beckoned for Shema to undress her as she stretched out luxuriously upon it. This was another one of the rituals Kerra insisted upon: every morning after her husband left, Shema would undress Kerra and be forced to watch Kerra rub her pussy all over the sheets and pillows. It wasn't as if her husband could have smelled Kerra anyway, only Katta noses were that sensitive, but that wasn't really the point now, was it?
Giddy with anticipation for being so close to breaking free of Kerra forever, Shema struggled to maintain the stoic expression the matron would be expecting as Shema undressed before stripping the clothing from the grinning Katta. "Oh, now don't be so glum kitten", the matron teased as Shema straddled her waist and slid the matron's robe from her shoulders, "I have given few females the privilege of undressing me in bed. You will have great favor with them when we return." The matron expectedly arched her back and Shema obediently leaned forward to suck on the older Katta's nipples as she started to gently rub her crotch against Kerra's.
This was a rare stroke of luck. They had started this way only twice before, both times skipping Kerra's scenting of the bed and both times parting with Shema in little pain, the matron preferring to cuddle and play...for whatever reason. There was no hope of affection on either's part: Kerra was just as likely to make the next day filled with pain and Shema knew that never in a million years would she ever willingly return home with the cruel Katta. Whatever the reason for Kerra's unexpected laziness, Shema was grateful for it. It would make the next part much easier.
Shema lifted her mouth from Kerra's breast and dragged her tongue from the nipple, up her neck, and into Kerra's mouth, eliciting a happy murmur from the surprised Katta. "mmm...my kitten is feeling very playful this morning"Kerra purred, "It is good to see you are learning to appreciate our time together. Soon we can leave your stupid male and go home, the two of us sharing a bed forever, yesss...?"
Kerra did not allow Shema a reply, instead eagerly thrusting her own tongue into Shema's mouth, the two of them rolling upon the bed, mouths pressed against one another and bodies entwined, hands roaming over each other. Shema grunted in pain as the matron's fingers dove between her legs, something she was quite unready for but the matron seemed not to notice nor care. Kerra started to painfully rub Shema's clit with her thumb while her fingers pulled at the dry flesh of her insides and again Shema found herself trying not to bite the stupid Katta. The matron's other arm wrapped around Shema's head, holding her mouth against the other Katta's as Kerra murmured with sexual pleasure and cruel satisfaction. At last Shema was hers!
Shema tried to reciprocate similarly, finding as usual that the matron was very ready for her and she wrapped one arm around the matron's back as she snaked the other around the matron's over-eager one, sliding two fingers into Kerra and massaging with her thumb as Kerra was doing. The Matron started to pull away from their kissing to say something, but Shema definitely did not want the Katta looking around right now. Shema sped up her ministrations and firmly clamped her mouth over the other's, but she felt herself losing control of the situation. This was not going according to plan.
The plan had been to hide a pair of handcuffs under each pillow, which Kerra normally left alone. During their time together, Shema would shackle Kerra to the bed. Thus rendered harmless, Shema could have whatever revenge she wanted, then wait for her husband to get home to figure out how to get the overbearing Katta back home, far, far away. But she was risking a sweep of her arm under the pillows every time they rolled over and she was coming up empty.
They had to have fallen between the mattress and bed's frame, but she needed a way to release herself from the matron's crushing embrace in order to find them. They were rolling back and forth on the bed like newlyweds and Kerra had so far kept the two of them from going over the edge by rolling away at the last moment. Shema waited until their activity brought them to the edge again, then sprung her trap in mid-roll. When the roll brought her on top Shema suddenly withdrew her hands from the older Katta's body and planted them on either side of Kerra's head, heaving herself up over top of the gasping Katta and aborting the roll...and their one-sided "fun". But Kerra didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.
"My kitten IS feeling playful this morning indeed", the oblivious Katta purred up at Shema, "What is it you want from Kerra now, yes?"
Shema was taken aback. Just two days ago she had been struggling not to cry out in pain at the hands of the smiling Katta underneath her and now the Katta's ear-stance and dilated pupils made her look like they had just pleasantly bedded together. How could Kerra be so oblivious to Shema's feelings?
She decided to take a chance. "Oh Matron!" Shema whimpered, gyrating her hips against the other's rotund belly, "I want your wet tongue in me so badly! Please allow me to take advantage of your kindness to satisfy my selfish desire!"
The words sounded just as stupid as she feared they would, but they were of a long-abandoned female-to-female pairing ritual, roughly put into the less delicate Human tongue. She knew her clumsy translation of it would only heighten Kerra's enjoyment at hearing it, but Shema had no intention of actually completing the pairing she had just invited Kerra into, not that it would matter either way in the modern age they were in. These days the ritual was simply something most female pairings did as a sort of obligation to the old ways, but many never bothered. The ritual was both formal and sexual in a way only the Katta could manage and Shema, never one for anything so boring and stuffy, was sure she had just skipped about a dozen steps.
If she did, then Kerra didn't notice or care. Her face lit up into a gleeful, victorious grin and she nodded, running her hands up along Shema's hips and sides until they were wrapped around the nervous Katta's neck. She pulled Shema's head down towards her own, but gently this time, forcing Shema to shift her hips further down the matron's body until she was just about laying on her.
Shema had expected the ritualistic acceptance kiss, but it still came as a surprise. It was not the rough, toothy nips the matron usually gave her, but slow, deliberate, and embarrassingly arousing. The matrons' more amorous duties meant that Kerra was very experienced with using her tongue in mouths...and other places and Shema was dismayed with how quickly she was getting turned on by it. Was this not the same Katta who routinely tortured and mocked her?
But Shema had to reciprocate else Kerra become suspicious. She felt clumsy though, inexpertly handling her tongue compared to the one that danced and entwined with her own. Perhaps sensing this, Kerra switched to carefully licking Shema's teeth, but the warmth beginning to blossom between Shema's legs broke Kerra's unintentional trance.
Shema lifted her face off of Kerra's, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. Droplets of her saliva dripped off her tongue into Kerra's mouth, but the matron just stared up at Shema with a sleepy-looking smile and anticipation in her eyes.
"Oh my Matron!" Shema gasped, "That was so wonderful! Please let me show you my appreciation!" Shema finished with a quick flickering of her tongue and ears, letting Kerra know exactly what appreciation Shema was thinking of.
Kerra didn't respond and continued to stare at Shema, making her extremely nervous. Had she seen through her acting? Shema was sure she could physically overpower the stupid Katta, especially while Kerra was laying in bed, but she really wanted to avoid that, if possible. Fortunately, Kerra smiled up at her and spread her legs, correctly reading Shema's insinuation.
"I am yours to please, my little Katta" the matron purred, her mind at work devising the best way to bed Shema later in order to maximize her stupid human husband's pain and sever their relationship completely.
"Yes matron, but if I may ask a favor first?" Shema asked demurely, lowering her eyes. The whole plan wasn't meant to rest on a single question, but it now rested on Kerra's favorable response to this one. A favor during the ritual, once agreed to, had to be granted and the requestor did not need to divulge what the favor was, only that the favor be part of the ritual. Shema guessed it was meant to show and promote trust between a couple, but Kerra was not bound by the ritual to grant a favor.
Kerra narrowed her eyes. Shema was acting very strange this morning. Normally she was hesitant to accept Kerra's attentions, but suddenly she was offering herself. Perhaps Shema finally saw how wrong it was to be with a male, especially one who was not Katta. Kerra had taken a dim view of the random coupling of Katta males and females amongst the humans when the program started, but the small town she and Shema had grown up in (though two decades apart from one another) had been lucky to avoid having any of its people taken away.
This changed one morning when transports marked with the Queen's sigil drove into town. A richly dressed Katta female had marched into the town center without any explanation and read off twenty names. Six of them were in the town square and taken away immediately, while ten had to be fetched. Four were away from the town on their own business, Shema among them. Kerra remembered the relief she had felt when she realized Shema would escape being sent away for the cute little Katta with the bright green eyes and ready laugh had been high on Kerra's list of desirable females to be brought into her tent.
The phrase was archaic, of course. No one used tents anymore and Matrons no longer separated themselves from each other anyway, either by tents or anything else. In days long past, Matrons would combatively compete amongst each other for political power and slaves, each guarding her own territory and kidnapping from others. Today though, to take a female into your tent merely meant making sure she was assigned to you as part of your staff when the Katta in question reached adulthood. The responsibilities within a matron's staff varied greatly depending on the matron, but debauchery was not unheard of or looked down upon and very much favored by Kerra . Liberal matrons treated their staff as workers, giving them jobs as they saw fit, but Kerra thought that was silly. Matrons were born into their role and what better way to direct their privilege and power than in bed with hands and tongues?
But Shema had been two years shy of her adulthood and Kerra had spent several years anticipating the making of her claim. Several of the matrons had been distraught after the transports left, having lost favored members of their own, but Kerra had not, making hers the largest and therefore increasing her prestige, making it almost certain that Shema would be hers.
But Shema had not come home that night as expected, nor did she the next, or the next after that. Inquiries revealed that Shema had been coming back that day on foot but had been stopped and taken when the vehicles had encountered her on the side of the road. That day had been terrible for Kerra and she did not bed a female for two weeks afterwards. It took her the next three years to maneuver her way into the elite group of matrons dedicated to traveling back and forth between the two civilizations so that they could record and understand the relationships between Humans and Katta. She had put up with many other couples until finally being assigned to Shema's...and now the target of so many years of her desire was nervously (and probably unconsciously) biting her lip as she waited for Kerra's answer to her favor. All Kerra had to do was simply provide an answer before Shema would be willfully burying her face between her legs and returning home with her. Her brain was screaming at her to deny Shema, but her heart was urging her to accept and claim what was rightfully hers.
"Of course my pretty kitten" Kerra purred breathlessly, losing herself in anticipation of the moment."Anything for my Shema...", she smiled.
"Matron, you do me such an honor..." Shema replied, detesting how stupid she sounded. "If it pleases you, I would like to be allowed to straddle your face while you lick me...my stupid husband does not allow that and I have always wanted to try" Shema lied, not liking to have to call her husband stupid, but Kerra would take that as a positive sign from her. In reality, her husband loved it when she sat on his face, but Shema couldn't think of any other way to gain access to the bed's headboard to search for the handcuffs while keeping Kerra unaware.
"If you could slide a little towards the middle of the bed, it would be very helpful for me. I need something to hold on to..." Shema smiled, motioning towards the headboard and doing her best to fake embarrassment at her lack of balance.
Kerra nodded and slithered her fat butt down the bed, positioning her head somewhat in the middle, just as Shema had hoped she would. Now she would be able to straddle Kerra's stupid face, lean over to get to the underside of the mattress, and reach the bindings drilled into the top of the headboard to restrain her.
Shema needed no acting to appear excited for what she about to do: she could not wait to see Kerra's expression after she realized she had been tricked! She hurriedly unzipped her short jean pants and shimmied out of them, turning around so that Kerra could watch her butt jiggle as she worked the pants down her legs. When her pants landed in a crumpled heap around her feet, she looked behind her at the older Katta, winked, and bent over, spreading her legs to give Kerra a great view of her rear. The matron licked her lips and started massaging her clit, but Shema knew that was not going to be allowed.
"Oh my matron" Shema purred, "Save your pleasure for me, yes?"
Kerra stopped and wordlessly beckoned Shema to sit on top of her, the lust in her eyes greater than anything she had ever seen from her husband and Shema grew a little worried. What if Kerra knew she was in a trap? "Well, nothing to do but go on with this..." she thought to herself, pasting a sultry grin on her face as she slithered over the bed's footboard and between Kerra's thighs. Evil though Kerra was, Shema had not voluntarily placed her face between a female's legs in quite a long time and a few licks would be fun as well as ease Kerra into dropping her guard.
The matron was still fingering herself and Shema delicately removed the finger and slid it into her mouth. The taste of the matron was not unpleasant and Shema felt a pang of regret that Kerra had to have been so malicious, she would have been a lot of fun given a more relaxed and pleasant personality. Shema teased Kerra's clit with the tip of her tongue and the matron placed her hand on Shema's head, but Shema wiggled away.
"Greedy thing..." Shema thought as she sat back up and clambered to her feet. "Agreeing to this ritual and still trying to control me..."
Kerra licked her lips as she watched Shema commandingly stand over her and start walking along her body. She never allowed any Katta the privilege of commanding her in bed, but she was so close to winning Shema that she was willing to let her do anything so long as it meant taking her away from the disgusting, hairless human male. The thought of him lying on Shema's back, thrusting inside, spurting new life into her womb as she pretended to enjoy his rough mating made Kerra feel sick to her stomach. Kerra's attention to Shema to show her own love for the pretty young thing had apparently gone better than she thought it would. Was it a dominating love? Of course, for she was Matron and Shema was hers. When they finally returned home together, Kerra could start training Shema of how to dominate others, hopefully allowing Shema the rare honor to rise above her birth class to become a Matron herself one day.
She watched appreciatively as Shema gyrated her hips as she lowered herself to just above her face. Kerra tried raising her head to lick at Shema, but the wily Katta laughed and bounced upwards again, resuming her gyrations on the way back down. It was very pleasing to see Shema finally learning to enjoy privileged time with a Matron and it would be even more pleasing to demonstrate what Shema had learned in full view of her stupid husband. Finally, Shema gently laid her crotch against Kerra's face and the older Katta hungrily buried her face in between Shema's girl flesh, lapping up her salty musk and massaging Shema's butt with her hands.
Shema cooed in pleasure and pressed herself harder against the matron's face. As she expected, Kerra was very skilled with her tongue and again she regretted that Kerra had not been friendlier towards her and her husband. She glanced down to make sure that her tummy was blocking Kerra's view and leaned forwards to grasp either end of the headboard. She desperately swept her eyes along the gap at the head of the mattress and almost sighed with relief: the handcuffs had fallen there!
She purred, further spreading her legs and letting more of her weight sink on to Kerra. Lying flatter, she easily swept a handcuff into each hand and paused for a selfish moment to enjoy the sensations of the matron's rough tongue in her. Being in charge certainly had its benefits around Kerra; the older female really was as good in bed as her arrogance dictated.
Shema sighed and reached backwards for one of Kerra's hands, both of which were still on her butt and whose fingers were getting uncomfortably close to her tailhole. That little bit of vulgarity banished the guilt she had been starting to feel, for who knew what Kerra was going to do with her when she had finished? Without hesitating, she grabbed the matron's right hand with hers and yanked it up towards the headboard, snapping the left handcuff around the matron's wrist.
She felt the matron jolt and start to wiggle underneath her, but she caught the matron's other hand before it found the cuffs and snapped it into the other restraint.
Victorious, she sprang off of the matron and spun around, laughing as she pounced on to the shocked matron's legs, giving Kerra a delightful view of her ass and pussy. Wiggling her butt at the confused Katta, she collected the handcuffs her husband had similarly secured at the foot of the bed and secured each of the matron's legs to a bedpost. Overjoyed that her plan had actually worked, she rolled off the bed and stared down at the cruel, captive Katta. Victory!
Kerra struggled against the unfamiliar restraints. She was used to rope and silk, Katta would never waste steel on something so...personal. This was not the direction she had expected Shema's request to take and she looked at the smiling Katta standing at the side of the bed and waited for her explanation. Shema, it seemed, still needed more discipline before Kerra could take her back into proper society. But Shema didn't say anything, she just stared down at Kerra with a grin that was starting to make the matron feel quite uncomfortable.
"What is the meaning of this, kitten?" Kerra purred, trying to control her irritation. She hated being not in control, especially during bedding, and now she could barely move. Her arms were crossed and latched to something and her legs had steel bands that were also secured to the bed frame.
Shema's smile grew toothier and Kerra felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. It must have shown in her eyes, for Shema laughed at her. "Yes, you would be right to worry now, you cruel, stupid, fat Katta!" Kerra's eyes widened in rage at the insults Shema's birth caste were not allowed to use against Matrons, but Shema calmly cut off Kerra's building rage.
"You cannot move now. You cannot torture and hurt me any longer. I don't know why you did those things to me and I don't know why I let you for as long as I did. I was a stupid kitten to think my husband would think less of me for the interests you discovered. We have spoken about them and he says my interest in having many males mate with me is to be expected, but can never happen. Despite your perverted vigilance, we have been mating every night for a week now and we both hate you very much. I want to hurt you right now and cause you all the pain you've caused me, but I will not do this thing. I will, however, do something far worse" With that, Shema turned around and gleefully skipped into the adjoining bathroom, leaving Kerra alone with her thoughts.
Kerra's irritation had been building to rage as Shema had started to speak, but quickly melted into fear and desperation. The look in Shema's eyes and the calmness with which she declared everything was frightening...what did she mean by "something far worse"? And how had she failed to show Shema how much she loved her? Nothing she had done was solely to hurt the little Katta, of course!
She could hear Shema muttering to herself and rummaging around the bathroom she disgustingly shared with the male human. Any female Katta with even the slightest bit of self-respect would never share her toilet area with a male, husband or otherwise. Kerra had brought Shema in there once to deliver a well-deserved spanking and could barely breathe the air, redolent as it was of the male's sweat and other excretions.
Kerra heard Shema yell something in the human language she did not recognize and her trepidation grew. The Katta returned from the bathroom holding a small, zippered pouch and plopped it on to Kerra's chest. The weight was not significant and after a few moments of silence it was apparent Shema was prepared to wait until Kerra finally asked what it was.
She sighed. "What's in the bag, kitten?", hoping she sounded bored instead of nervous.
"This is my husband's shaving kit!" Shema exclaimed, opening the bag and emptying its contents. Kerra's eyes widened as Shema withdraw a long steel razor blade from the bag. Determined to go out with a measure of dignity, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Shema, if you are intent on this action, then know my spirit will haunt you long after my death and I shall wait for you in judgement under the chair of the Great Mother, for it seems there have been misunderstandings between us, but I do not feel as though I deserve to die by your hand."
Shema stared at the trembling Matron, her mouth agape in shock. What was she talking abou-the razor blade! Suddenly, she burst into her sneezing laughter.
"You silly Katta!" she laughed, "The razor is for shaving, not killing! I suppose it could be for killing too, it is certainly very sharp! Now I'm going to shave every last strand of fur off of you and when my husband comes home he will see you naked and hairless and perhaps I will not be able to restrain him from forcibly mating with you, yes?" Shema smiled mirthlessly at the lie. Her husband had no desire to mate with Kerra, but she would be able to convince him to mate with her in front of Kerra. That would be humiliation enough for the uppity Matron.
Kerra hissed, but it was in fear and no words were coming to mind. She knew the humans had a word for unwanted matings, so common was the barbaric practice amongst themselves. To be sent back hairless and bodily defiled...she would be stripped of her title at the very least, no longer Matron. An outcast, perhaps even impregnated with the human's seed...oh Goddess save her! She closed her eyes and felt the tears silently fall along her face.
"Yes, Kerra" Shema said gently, "and now you know how it feels. Now please be still, for I am not as well practiced with the razor as I should be."