How Catgirl Bagged the Boys

Part IV

When she came to, she was still in the cave. Otho was watching her, with a worried look on his face. Khaphre still lay unconscious where he'd fallen, his pouch wounded and bleeding, his cock very erect. Otho had shredded his wings. Then he had flung the talisman to the floor. It had shattered, and its pieces lay everywhere.

"I don't know if you've fully shaken off that anti-female magic," said Otho.

"I think I have. Why did you . . . come after me?"

"Oh, I was brooding over what I'd said to you just before I sent you on your way, and it sounded more and more cowardly every time I replayed it in my head. The fact is: I'd acquiesced in a bad state of affairs so long that it was easier just to sit there and do nothing, bad as things were. So I followed you. I hope you don't mind."

"Not one bit. Thanks. So, I suppose you'll be wanting to finish our friend here off?"

"No" said Otho. "Let's take him and his accomplices to the Berengarians. They can deal with all four of them--and maybe you'll get a bonus."

"That's . . . really sweet of you!"

"Not at all. As I've already said, I've had it up to here with fay cock."

"Well," said Catgirl, springing to her feet, "not that your venom isn't marvelously strong, but a few tricks make absolutely sure that a fay isn't going anywhere." She got her backpack, pulled out a length of rope, then used it to bind Khaphre's wrists behind him. "And there you'll stay, pretty boy, till we decide to move you. What time is it?"

"About an hour past sundown."

"Good. Let's go get his partners in crime."

Out they went into the cool spring evening. Soon they had climbed up past the rocky ledge that served as refuge for the evil trio. Catgirl sniffed the wind. Yes, all three were there, somewhere under the trees. They'd made love since coming home, so with any luck, they'd be asleep. She positioned herself about twenty feet from their hideaway and rummaged through her backpack. Soon she found what she needed: two bolos. She whispered to Otho: "I want to give them a foretaste of what the Berengarians have in store."

She took up the bolos and began to twirl them, one with each hand. They made a whoop! whoop! noise, no doubt unfamiliar to the denizens of the hill. Soon, the boys wandered out, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes, to see what was causing the racket. Catgirl let fly. No last-minute swerving this time. One bolo caught Alcimus around his neck. The other got Alexius and Anytus, who were standing side by side. They all gasped and clutched at their throats, then fell choking to the ground. Otho made sure of them with a hard bite to each pouch. Three gurgling screams, and they were still.

For trophies, Catgirl stripped them of their pissy, blood-soaked underpants. Then she bound their wrists, just like Khaphre's, and draped them all, face down, over Otho's back. Some more rope was needed to secure them, and then the hunters returned to the cave. There, Khaphre was reunited with his confederates. Cat and otter now worked their way down the hill and through the forest. At the forest's edge, the hunters camped for the night. The next morning, they took the road to La Rochelle, largest town in Berengaria.

They got there about midday. Just inside the city gate, Catgirl decided to give Otho a rest, so she pulled the still unconscious boys off his back and arranged them, faces up and side by side, on the pavement. A crowd formed to gawk at the strange-looking hunters and their impressive catch. "Someone summon the Mayor!" said Catgirl. Soon a stout, middle-aged man appeared: Mayor Bourguignon.

" Zut alors !" he cried. "You got them--and brought them back alive!"

"I believe that entitles me to a bonus," said Catgirl.

"But of course. Uh, I thought there were only three of them."

"One's an accomplice. I claim the usual fee for accomplices."

"Certainly. Would you bring them all to the town square? We shall prepare the Justice Tree."

"Excellent," said Catgirl. The Mayor snapped his fingers and gave orders. Several men rushed off.

"Uh, it is just a formality," said the Mayor, "but . . . ."

"You want proof that these are the Boys? You have a truth elixir, I presume?"

"Right here with me." He pulled a stoppered bottle out of one of his pockets, then walked over to the four fays. He unplugged the bottle and poured a few drops in turn on everyone's groin. Each time he did so, a cloud of cinnamon-scented blue smoke rose up. This meant the four were exactly who Catgirl said they were. The crowd began to cheer.

"Marvelous!" said the Mayor. "I'll have your money for you shortly."

For the last time, Catgirl tied the Boys to Otho's back. Then she and the otter moved slowly through the happy, curious crowd. At last they reached the square. The Justice Tree, a huge, ancient oak, was ready. Its strongest branch was now adorned with four nooses.

Once again, Catgirl lined the Boys up on the pavement. She paused for a time to admire their beauty and the hardness of their cocks--soon to be spurting their last. Then she blew some wake-up powder on their faces. "Rise and shine!" she said.

Groaning, the captured fays came to. "Wh-where are we?" said Alcimus.

"At the end of the story," said Catgirl, and pointed to the Tree. As soon as they realized what they were looking at, the four beautiful criminals began to shake, and cry, and beg for a way out. When the pleas for mercy started, and the offers of magic powers and treasure, Catgirl shushed them and said: "I give you permission to cry, and to tremble, and to get very kicky, but that's all." And since she had bound them, they had to obey. Wracked with sobs, awash in tears, writhing and kicking for all they were worth, they had their fill of bitter despair. And their cocks! It almost took her breath away to see how stiff they were. It was that hurtful hardness that afflicts a boy fay when he knows the game is up . . . and his pants are down for good. Oh my , Catgirl said to herself. Oh my.

She turned to Otho. "I have to go secure my fee--our fee, which we'll be splitting fifty-fifty. I'll be right back."

While Otho kept watch on the fays, Khaphre mastered his grief enough to speak: "H-how did she know?"

"Know what?" his captor asked.

"That only a . . . only a male otter could catch me. How did she know?"

"She didn't," said Otho. "It was just a matter of luck. You know, I've lived by the lake for years. Didn't your associates here ever tell you?"

"No . . . never. Never! You idiots, you never told me!"

"Well, you never asked!" snapped Alcimus.

Otho intervened quickly. Stroking each wounded pouch in turn, he said: "Destiny, my dear lovely boys, destiny. It had to be this way. Don't waste the time you have left in fighting. Just cry . . . . That's it, beauties . . . just cry." Soothed by his words and his gentle touch, they surrendered fully to the comfort of tears.

Soon Catgirl was back with a huge bag of gold. "Well," she said, "the Mayor has allowed me to . . . bring things to their proper conclusion."

With these words, she helped each fay to his feet. Then she led them (still crying their pretty eyes out) beneath the branch that bore the nooses. There were no paving stones here, just bare dirt. "Now face the crowd," she said. Khaphre, Alcimus, Anytus, and Alexius all turned to see what must have been more than a thousand people filling the square. All, amazingly, were quiet (it was the custom in Berengaria). She stepped behind the boys and cinched a noose around each neck. (They all shuddered, and they began to cry even harder.) Next she took a few breaths and repeated an old incantation the Mayor had taught her. A creaking, splintering noise came from within the Justice Tree. The branch with the nooses twitched, and then moved slowly upward: three inches, six inches, a whole foot. And it drew the boys up with it.

Their faces twisted with pain as the nooses bit in. Their feet jerked and kicked, in search of something, anything to stand on. Their cocks got even harder. Then their death orgasms began. A terrible pressure, like nothing any fairy lover had ever contrived, built up in their groins, and they trembled and thrashed and bucked ever more frantically. When it was too much to bear, jet after jet of boy honey splashed down on the dirt. They kept on like this, kicking and coming, until they were spurting blood. Only then did their bodies relax and go limp. The crowd, which hadn't uttered a word until now, began to cheer wildly.

The soil soaked up their honey and their blood. And the Tree grew another foot in height before the day was over.