Both Emma and Chris were nice, obedient catgirls, and showed great promise in continuing the long tradition of catgirls that have... come... under his command.  They both managed to keep their heats in check, their bodies betrayed only by the sounds from their maws, the turns of their ears and the motions of their tails.<br/><br/>Usually, there would be one stunner in a new litter that Stinger recieved, but he was lucky that both catgirls turned out to be perfect, ripe specimens.  He was especially intrigued by Emma, who was the first catgirl he received that was not covered in fur.  She had the body of a nubile teenager, with just a few, and just enough, features that showed that she was not fully human.<br/><br/>Stinger felt himself swelling in his pants, his erection causing an obvious tent against the fly.  Emma was obedient and put on quite a show, moving slowly and deliberately, as if to make the experience of watching her undress more satisfying to him.  It only made him want to do things to her more.<br/><br/>Seeing her bent over by the table with her tail up in the air made him want to whip out his cock and plunder her kitty cunt for all it was worth.  In his mind, he felt that she wanted him to savor her striptease, and in the same way he promised himself to tease Emma and drive her even wilder.<br/><br/>He stood by her and ran his hands up and down her sides.  He felt the soft skin and strong muscle.  Emma's body was fit and athletic, and promised flexibility and stamina.  One hand ended up just above her tail, then stroked up her spine until he grabbed a fistful of her white hair on the back of her head firmly in his grip.<br/><br/><strong>"You obey orders, Emma.  This is good.  But you must acknowledge orders given by saying, 'Yes, sir.'  Do you understand, Emma?"</strong><br/><br/>He waited for her response, tugging tighter on her hair until she said what he wanted to hear.<br/><br/>When he was satisfied, he stroked her hair and combed it back into place.  Stinger squeezed one of her asscheeks, then the other, then both at the same time.  He felt the backs of her thighs as well as the fronts, then reached around her from behind to run his finger tips up and down her abs.<br/><br/><strong>"Strong leg and ass muscles on you, Emma.  I will be able to do things with you that other catgirls would not be able to handle.  Furthermore, I can have you do things for me, as well."</strong><br/><br/>He kept touching her body as he continued talking in her ear.<br/><br/><strong>"Remember, Emma, that you were not born, but made.  You were bred and raised for specific purposes.  You were property owned by a corporation and sold to the armed forces, who then assigned you to me to command.  But not only are you my pilot and I your commander.  You are my slave and I am your master.  You are my pet and I am your owner.  And you will do as I say, when I say, exactly as I say, or you will suffer consequences.  Please me, and you will be rewarded.  Do you understand, Emma?"</strong><br/><br/>Stinger stopped feeling up Emma for a moment, letting her process and respond.  He kept his touch from her for as long as any hesitation.<br/><br/>He squatted down behind her as he spread her bottom.  He pressed his face into her sex, sniffing her deeply, inhaling her scent and pheromones.  He even blew cold air and then hot air against her anus, just to see the reaction it would have.<br/><br/><strong>"Not only do you look and sound good, you smell good as well, Emma.  What do you say when your master gives you a compliment?"</strong><br/><br/>Again, he let go of her, reaching around each side of her to rest his hands on the table edge next to her hands.  He waited for her to thank him, then held her hips and turned her around.  He pushed her back on the table edge so she leaned against it, and planted her hands back on the edge of the table.  That's how he wanted her, and he didn't bother telling her what he wanted, just put her in the position to stay in.<br/><br/><strong>"Perky tits on you, Emma,"</strong>he said, both complimenting her appearance and degrading her status again.<strong>"Are you nipples always this full and swollen, or is it just when you're in heat?  Or is it both?  Are you always in heat, Emma?  Are you always ready, willing and able to do anything your master tells you?"</strong><br/><br/>Stinger cupped her breasts gently, getting to know their shape and weight.  He flicked his thumbs across her nipples, tracing circles around them, then pinching them.<br/><br/>His hand went between her spread legs, tracing the grooves between her crotch and her inner thighs, then closing to go along her outer lips.  He spread them wide, feeling how engorged and slick they were, before slipping a digit between her lips and into the entrance of her tunnel.<br/><br/><strong>"On a scale of 1 to 10, Emma, how bad do you want to come for me?"</strong><br/><br/><br/>