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Chapter 12
Gabrielle and Sarah slept for a long time. It was uncomfortable for Sarah to be sitting with her head bent over for so long, but she remained where she was to provide pillows for her sisters as she stroked their arms and hair. Occasionally, she would move her head to a different position to relieve some of the strain but, regardless of where she moved it or how often, it was still uncomfortable.
The two girls didn’t wake up until the cage was hoisted out of the well again. All three of them were fucked again by several of the males. They were given their baths and some food. Then they were lowered back into the well. Gabrielle and Emily fell immediately back to sleep and Sarah tended them with her gentle caresses.
This routine continued for several days. During that time, her two sisters regained their strength and the cruel welts faded away. After awhile, they were back to gabbing and making love to keep themselves occupied in their dark prison.
Then they stopped being hoisted. They weren’t sure how long it had been since they were last pulled to the surface but it was probably at least two days. It was nice not to be raped, but they were getting hungry. Emily was the one who shouted for help first and then the other two joined in. But after awhile, they gave up. They were getting hoarse and it was obvious that nobody could hear them with the heavy lid on top of the well.
They settled back to wait. “What if they don’t come back, Mistress?” asked Sarah.
“Then we die,” replied Gabrielle.
“We could try to escape.”
“Lead the way, pet.”
Sarah sighed. “I don’t know how.” Then she started sobbing. Emily started sobbing with her.
Gabrielle gathered her girls close to her and held them, kissing each of their cheeks. “Hopefully, we will be rescued soon. If not, I can’t think of anyone but the two of you who I would rather spend my final days with.”
They did not gab so much at this point. They were becoming parched from lack of water. Lovemaking was out of the question. None of them was in the mood. Instead, they just tried to find comfortable positions and spend their time holding each other and kissing and caressing.
The scraping of the lid to the well awoke them after another day or two. A voice shouted down from above in Spanish. Gabrielle shouted back as best she could, although she was hoarse from the earlier shouting and the dehydration. The cage shuddered and started moving upward, carrying the three girls toward the surface.
“They had better have a damned good reason for leaving us down here so long,” croaked Sarah as the cage ascended.
“Hush, pet,” warned Gabrielle. “Don’t anger them. You already saw what they did to Emily and me when they were upset. There is no reason for you to get punished the same way.”
They emerged into the sunlight and once again were blinking their eyes, unable to see a thing because of the brightness. They heard a male voice. “Gabrielle!”
“Papa!” cried out Gabrielle hoarsely as she heard her father’s voice. There was a flurry of Spanish between the two that neither Sarah nor Emily understood.
Sarah’s eyes quickly adjusted to the light and she looked around. Papa was standing beside the well, flanked by a dozen or so men. Several of them held dogs on leashes as one man was fiddling with the lock to the cage. The Spanish chatter continued.
Sarah could tell the moment that Gabrielle’s eyes adjusted. She felt her mistress shudder and then heard her speak with a suspicious tone in her voice. For some reason that Sarah did not understand, Gabrielle switched back to English. “Why do you have those dogs, Papa?”
Sarah knew that Gabrielle was remembering her ordeal with the dogs of the outlaws during which the dogs had mated with her. She held her mistress tightly and kissed her, trying to give her strength and comfort.
“To find you, daughter,” replied Papa. Then he reverted back to Spanish.
“English please, Papa,” said Gabrielle. Again, Papa groaned and rolled his eyes that his daughter would not allow him to use his native language. At that moment, the man working on the lock finally managed to open it and, one by one, he helped them from the cage.
Papa immediately hugged his nude daughter as soon as she was extracted, pulling her tightly against him. Sarah saw tears in his eyes as he nestled his nose in her hair.
“Papa!” exclaimed Gabrielle. “I’m naked!”
This comment brought a laugh from the father. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and held her away from him, letting his eyes travel up and down her body. “Oh, my, yes you are; and gloriously so. That is how you were when I first met you.”
“But I’m not a baby any more, Papa. You shouldn’t see me like this.” She raised her arms to try to cover herself as best she could and then kept moving them trying to cover more of her body.
“You’re always my baby, Gabrielle,” he said. And then he barked something to the other males. One of them hurried forward with a leather bag and gave it to Papa.
“Here you go, my baby. Now you have clothes.”
Gabrielle opened the bag and pulled out the clothing. She quickly donned the jeans and cotton shirt. Then she slipped into the sneakers that were included.
“What took you so long, Papa?” she asked as she pulled her hair out of her shirt and let it fan out across her back.
“I had to attend to business with your kidnappers,” he replied. “And then we had to find you. Unfortunately, we were a little too effective in dealing with the outlaws. So we had to use the dogs to find you.”
“Oh,” nodded Gabrielle. “Well at least there’s something useful that a dog can do.”
Papa raised his eyebrows at that comment, not knowing what Gabrielle meant by it. Emily had to stifle a giggle at Gabrielle’s remark and Sarah smiled knowingly. Then, the men brought food and water forward for the three girls.
“What do you mean about being too effective with the outlaws?” asked Gabrielle.
“We killed them all,” replied Papa. “We meant to capture a couple of them who could lead us to you. But they all died.
Sarah shuddered at that comment. Again, she realized that this truly was a lawless land; and ruthless too.
“When did you kill them?” asked Gabrielle.
“About four days ago,” Papa told her. We’ve been looking for you ever since. We almost didn’t find you today. We never thought to look in the well. But the dogs were going crazy. It was obvious that they detected your scent.
“How did the others make out at home? It looked like a lot of them were killed during the raid. How is Maria?”
“Dead,” Papa responded.
“Carlos?”
“Dead.”
“Juan?”
“Dead.” This went on through a half dozen names until Papa finally stopped her. “Everyone is dead but Rosalita. She was not at home when they came for you.”
Gabrielle’s eyes had been watering as she learned of the deaths. She finally broke down and cried. Papa held her as his daughter sobbed. Finally she stopped crying and spoke again.
“Do you know that that they came for me this time?” she asked.
“Yes, of course they did,” he replied. “That’s why I had to kill them. I had to send a message that I’m tired of my daughter being kidnapped. They just happened to see your two panteras and took them too.”
“They also took the two Wagner girls, Papa.”
“Oh,” he looked surprised and then turned his head trying to figure out where they might be. “Where are they now?”
“I don’t know, Papa. They were sold.”
Papa sighed. “Maybe it’s just as well. They have nothing to go back to. Both of their parents were killed.”
They chatted for a little longer about the raid and the rescue. Then Gabrielle asked another question. “Papa, did you bring clothes for my girls?”
Papa blinked. “Your girls wear clothes now?”
“They do now, Papa,” she replied. “I’ll still display them when I want. But they have earned clothes, I think.”
“Well, I didn’t bring anything for them,” he informed her. “Maybe they could wear a couple of our jackets. They should cover them.”
“That will be fine,” she said.
Papa turned and said something to his men. Two of them stepped forward, taking off their jackets and handing them to the two panteras. They gratefully accepted the clothing and slipped on the jackets. It was the first article of clothing that Sarah had worn since she was kidnapped. It had been over a year since Emily had worn clothes.
“Are you releasing them?” he asked.
“Oh, heavens no, Papa,” Gabrielle replied. “They’re my prized possessions. I’ll always own them.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I haven’t even had a chance to sample your new pantera. Which one is your new one?”
Gabrielle turned her head. “Come here, girls.” Emily and Sarah stepped forward and stood on either side of their owner. Gabrielle wrapped an arm around the new one’s waist. “This is Sarah, Papa.”
Papa stepped in front of Sarah, wondering how his daughter could tell them apart. They looked identical to him. He reached out and grasped each side of the jacket, drawing it open to expose the girl’s nudity and running his eyes up and down her form. Sarah blushed at the exposure despite the fact that she had been even more on display only moments earlier.
“Very nice,” he said. He dropped one of the sides and reached out, lifting one of the girl’s breasts with splayed fingers and bouncing it several times. “Very, very nice. Can she fuck?”
Sarah felt her blush deepening at the words and at the way she was being handled. She was being talked about as if she really was simply a possession. And she was being handled as if she was merely property to be assessed. At the same time, she felt her pussy clenching and she knew that she was becoming wet. Again, she wondered why her body reacted the way that it did. It was as if her body was conspiring against her.
“You will have to tell me the answer to that, Papa,” Gabrielle responded. “I know that she has a very talented tongue. But I don’t have a cock so I don’t know how well she fucks.”
Papa looked up into Sarah’s eyes as his fingers moved to her nipple, grasping it tightly and rolling it back and forth as if he was testing its ripeness. “Are you a good fuck, girl?”
Sarah sucked in her breath at the question and also in response to the stimulation to her nipple. She knew that her blush must have turned a deep shade of crimson by now. “I don’t know. I will try to be pleasing, Papa. Or should I call him Master, Mistress?”
“Papa is fine,” Papa answered for his daughter. He loved how the girl was responding and blushing so beautifully. He stroked his fingers along the length of the nipple, feeling it stiffening even more. Then he gripped it tighter and stretched the little bud away from the girl’s’ chest. He admired the elongated shape and the firmness of the fleshy cone.
The last part of his inspection had him lowering his hand to between her thighs. He stroked two fingers along the girl’s labia, feeling them already parted and slick. Then he slowly pushed one of the fingers into her sex, feeling the well lubricated tunnel gripping his digit.
“She’ll do very nicely,” he said as he withdrew his finger and let the jacket fall closed again. “I can almost feel her wrapped around my cock tonight. Can I have her for tonight?”
“Not tonight, Papa,” replied Gabrielle. “I want both of my pets with me tonight. We’ve all been through a lot together. But you can have her tomorrow.”
Papa sighed. This meant that he couldn’t have either girl. And the sight of the three beautiful, naked girls a little earlier had gotten him very aroused.
“Just be sure to keep me well supplied,” he said, turning to his daughter. “Or I might have to claim this delicious body on some nights.”
Gabrielle was speechless as she saw her father reach out for her. His fingers started working on the top button of her blouse as he looked into her eyes. She tried to interpret the expression on his face. Was he just teasing or was he being serious?
He continued to open the buttons and, as more buttons were unfastened, it became more obvious that he was not just teasing her. She trembled slightly. What had gotten into him? He had never been like this before. But he had never seen her naked before. Had that changed something between them?
Finally, the shirt was open and he spread the two sides, slipping the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. He held out the shirt and one of the mercenaries with him stepped forward to take it, leering at the abundant breasts that were on display once again. Finally, she found her voice.
“Papa!” she scolded him. “What has gotten into you?”
He laughed at her reaction. “Hush, girl. Don’t challenge your master.”
Sarah’s eyes opened wide at the new developments. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this something that they had done before? It didn’t seem so. Should she say something to protect her mistress’ dignity? But then she realized that she would most certainly be punished for something like that.
She watched as he reached up and hooked one of his little fingers into Gabrielle’s nose ring and lifted it, tilting her head back. With his other hand, he stroked his fingers down the front of her neck.
“It appears that you have been captured and enslaved, lovely girl,” he said. Gabrielle trembled again.
“Papa!” she scolded again. This brought a quick spank to each of her breasts, causing the abundant mounds of flesh to bounce wildly on her chest.
Sarah saw Gabrielle blushing furiously at being displayed and handled so lewdly by her father. She knew that she should avert her eyes but, for some reason, she couldn’t. She glanced at Emily and saw that her sister’s mouth was agape with shock. She quickly looked back at the father and daughter.
Papa released the nose ring and moved his hands beneath his daughter’s breasts. He lifted them in his palms and Sarah saw him smile appreciatively at the heavy orbs that filled his hands.
“Papa?” Gabrielle whimpered.
“Hush girl,” he repeated. His thumbs stroked the nipples, causing them to stiffen even more and she turned an even deeper shade of red. Then he started bouncing the breasts, causing the succulent flesh to jiggle with each bounce.
He laughed as he kept bouncing the generous orbs. Sarah and Emily watched in disbelief as their owner was fondled by her father. But Papa and the two girls all noticed that Gabrielle did nothing to remove his hands from her chest.
“It’s not what has gotten into me, girl,” he said, finally answering her question. He stopped bouncing the breasts. But he continued to hold the glorious mounds, enjoying their weight. “It’s what I haven’t gotten into: pussy.”
He laughed again and then released the magnificent orbs. He was only teasing her, curious about her reaction. But he had to admit that his daughter was spectacular. She was every man’s dream girl. And he did notice that she had allowed him to take liberties with her body with only minimal and only verbal protest.
“I will expect Sarah first thing in the morning,” Papa said. “She will not need clothes.”
“Yes, Papa,” nodded Gabrielle with a small and trembling voice. “She will be there.”
It was time for Papa to take his daughter and her girls home. They had been through enough. Papa called for the helicopters to pick them up and they were home within the hour.
The house was pretty empty. Only Rosalita was left. Papa had been spending all of his time looking for Gabrielle and had no time left to build the staff back up. But Rosalita did her best to make the girls comfortable. She fed them and tucked them into bed. They cuddled tightly against one another but did not make love. They were still too weak from their ordeal.
Chapter 13
“Mistress,” said Sarah. “I like this one. What do you think?” Sarah was holding up a white cotton sundress with floral embroidery around the neckline, the sleeves, and the hem in front of her body.
“I think you’ll look darling in that, pet,” replied Gabrielle. “Go try it on for me.” Sarah disappeared into the dressing room to put the dress on and model it for her mistress.
It had taken months for Gabrielle to feel comfortable taking her girls shopping. It was a huge risk to expose kidnapped girls to the public. It wasn’t that anyone would recognize them. After all, they had been captured in another country, thousands of miles away. But if they tried to escape, and if they made their way to the police, things could turn out very badly.
Their first foray had been to a shop owned by a friend of Gabrielle’s who also owned a girl. At least she could be certain that the shop owner would not be shocked if the girls tried to escape. Prior to that, Gabrielle had gone shopping for the girls.
But the girls had not tried to escape. In fact, they showed no signs of doing anything but selecting outfits and articles of clothing that they liked and thought that their mistress would like. They giggled with delight at being able to select as much as they wanted. The shop specialized in native clothing and they walked away with colorful ponchos and serapes and gaucho attire.
Apparently, Gabrielle had realized, their ordeal had drawn them closer and bonded her pets to her. She had stood up for them. She had prevented them from being sold. She had even been punished for trying to help one of them. They trusted her and depended on her. And she increasingly trusted them.
Papa had been dead set against Gabrielle taking her pets out of the compound. His occupation provided his life with enough risk. He did not need his daughter’s hobby adding more risk. She did not argue with him, though. She simply ignored his worries and took her girls into town whenever she wished.
“Mistress,” said Sarah after she stepped out of the dressing room. “What do you think?” She did a little pirouette, causing the skirt to flare before it settled back down around her legs.
Gabrielle smiled as she reached out and ran her hands down Sarah’s sides. “You look adorable in it, pet. Now turn slowly so I can check the fit. How does it feel?”
Sarah slowly turned and Gabrielle stroked down her girl’s back and bottom and tugged on the material. “It feels like a good fit, Mistress.”
Sarah finally turned all the way and was facing her owner. Gabrielle raised her hands and was squeezing the braless breasts through the thin material. Sarah blushed and glanced around the shop, nervous that someone might see the intimate touching. A woman was watching and this caused the blush to deepen.
“Mistress,” she whispered. “Someone’s watching. Oh my gosh, she’s coming this way.”
Gabrielle continued to check the fit, ignoring any spectators who might be observing them. The woman spoke in Spanish. Again, Sarah had no idea what the woman said but she did recognize her owner’s name being spoken.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Frederickson,” said Gabrielle, turning to greet the newcomer. The woman switched to English on Gabrielle’s cue.
“I thought that was you,” Mrs. Frederickson said. “My, how you have grown. It’s been so long since I have seen you; probably not since your mother died.”
“Yes, Ma’am. It’s been several years.” Then she turned her head to Sarah. “It fits nicely, pet. Go see if you like anything else.”
“Yes, Mistress,” muttered Sarah. She wasn’t sure if she should use the title or not. But she hadn’t ever called her owner anything but Mistress so she stuck with her usual form of address.
“Pet? Mistress?” said the woman after Sarah had returned to the racks.
“They are my girls, Mrs. Frederickson,” explained Gabrielle. “At least that one is. The other one must still be in the dressing room.”
Mrs. Frederickson cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Just then, Emily came back into the room. “Oh, my, you have twin subs.”
Gabrielle smiled back at Mrs. Frederickson. “Yes, Ma’am. They are my twin delights.”
“Hmmm. What would your mother say about that if she was still alive?”
“Congratulations, maybe?” said Gabrielle. “I’m not sure but I think she would approve. She had a girl of her own.”
“Did she now?” said Mrs. Frederickson. “That was a side of her that I never saw or knew about.”
“Yes, she had Elsa for several years.”
Emily came up to the pair and turned for inspection. “What do you think, Mistress?”
Again, Gabrielle performed the inspection, running her palms over the girl and tugging on the material. Then she squeezed the girl’s breasts and slipped a finger under the material at the neckline.
“Does it feel tight anywhere, pet?”
“No, Mistress,” replied Emily. “It feels fine.”
“Can you help me here, Mrs. Frederickson?” Gabrielle said, turning her head to the other woman. “It feels a little tight right across the chest. Let me know what you think.”
The woman opened her eyes wide with surprise but nodded slowly. She tentatively raised her hands and ran them up Emily’s sides to her arm pits. “It feels like a good fit to me.”
“Check right here,” said Gabrielle, reaching up again to press Emily’s breasts together under the cotton covering.
“Oh my,” said Mrs. Frederickson. But she did reach up and mimicked Gabrielle’s actions, pushing the soft fleshy mounds together. It was obvious that the girl was not wearing a bra. “I think it’s a good fit.”
“Hmmm,” said Gabrielle, acting as if she was not convinced. “Emily, go get me the next size.”
“Yes, Mistress.” She returned a moment later with the same dress in a larger size.
“Give me your dress, pet,” Gabrielle said. “I’ll hold it while you try on the bigger size.”
It was Emily’s turn to open her eyes wide. She was about to be displayed! She was used to that but never in a public place. But she obediently unzipped the dress and slithered out of it. Mrs. Frederickson was speechless as she stared at the beautiful nude standing in front of her. And for some reason, she could not tear her eyes away from the shapely curves and bald pussy of the blonde lovely.
“Your subs will do just about anything you ask them to, won’t they?” commented the woman.
“My slaves will do exactly everything I tell them to,” Gabrielle corrected the woman. This caused the woman to cough. Emily tried on the other dress and Gabrielle groped her under the auspices of checking the feet. Gabrielle agreed that the earlier dress fit better. Then Emily was told to take off the dress. By that time, Sarah had returned, wearing a new dress. She was also patted down and squeezed by her owner.
“Mistress,” said Emily. “May I have the dress back now?”
“In a moment, Emily,” said Gabrielle. “I want to show Mrs. Frederickson something. Sarah, this looks very nice. And it fits well too. Take it off for me now.”
Sarah gasped at the command. They were in a public place! She glanced around to see if anyone else was in the shop and gasped again when she saw that Emily was naked now. Thankfully, nobody else was in the store. She looked back at Gabrielle imploringly but Gabrielle just furrowed her brow.
Sarah sighed and slipped out of her dress. She reluctantly handed it to Gabrielle who set both dresses aside.
“Mrs. Frederickson,” said Gabrielle to the shocked family friend. “I’d like to show you something.”
Mrs. Frederickson’s jaw was gaping open as she stepped next to Gabrielle. Then she groaned as Gabrielle reached out and lifted Sarah’s left breast in one hand and Emily’s right breast in the other. She bounced them a few times and then turned her head to the woman. “Have you ever seen such a perfectly matched pair of girls? Here, you have to try this. Even the weight and texture are identical.”
Gabrielle dropped her hands and then moved Mrs. Frederickson to where Gabrielle had been standing. “Go ahead. Check out what I was telling you.”
As if hypnotized, Mrs. Frederickson’s hands rose until her fingers touched the magnificent orbs. She quickly pulled them back almost as if she had been burned.
“Go ahead,” urged Gabrielle. “They won’t mind. Will you girls?”
“No, Mistress,” they replied softly in unison. Again, the woman’s hands moved upward and this time the fingers were not withdrawn. She raised each of the breasts in her palms and held them.
“Aren’t they so soft?” asked Gabrielle.
“Yes, they are,” whispered Mrs. Frederickson.
“Squeeze them,” encouraged Gabrielle. “Stroke them. I find them delightful.”
Mrs. Frederickson complied and seemed to be mesmerized by the naked flesh in her hands and the nude beauties standing before her. They really were remarkable girls.
“You may get dressed now, girls,” Gabrielle finally said before turning back to the older woman. “And you are always welcome to visit and enjoy them again any time you wish. I love to show them off and share them. They are my most prized possessions.”
“You are so bad, Mistress!” chided Emily during the ride home.
Gabrielle laughed. “Yes I am. Wasn’t that fun? I loved the looks on her face. They were simply priceless.”
“Do you really think she’ll visit?” asked Emily.
“Oh, I doubt it,” Gabrielle responded. “I’d love to help her explore more. But I doubt she’ll call. What did you think of her?”
“She seemed very nice,” Sarah replied. “And she was very pretty.”
“I thought she was beautiful,” added Emily.
“Maybe I’ll call her and invite her,” said Gabrielle. “It would be fun. And I’ve always thought she was beautiful too.”
Chapter 14
“I’m thinking of marrying again,” announced Papa over breakfast one morning. “How would you feel about that?” All four of them were dressed and were seated at the table.
“I am fine with anything that will make you happy, Papa,” Gabrielle responded. “Who is the lucky woman?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I haven’t started looking yet.”
“Oh,” replied Gabrielle with surprise in her voice. “I assumed you already had someone in mind. Why do you want to get married?”
“I have my needs too,” he remarked. “I can’t just fuck you and your girls for the rest of my life.”
Gabrielle’s face turned crimson at the comment. Sarah had to stifle back a gasp. And Emily’s jaw dropped. Sarah had suspected that the two of them had become lovers after the kidnapping but, if they had, they were very discrete about it. There were virtually no clues and she had no real evidence until now.
Gabrielle cleared her throat before speaking. “Yes, girls, it’s true. Papa and I are sometimes lovers.”
“I’m very happy for you, Mistress,” replied Sarah for lack of anything else to say. “And you too, Papa.”
“Me too, Mistress,” added Emily. “And Papa.”
Gabrielle placed a hand on each of theirs and squeezed them lightly. “Thank you, pets. I hadn’t planned on you knowing, but now you do.”
“Oops,” said Papa. “I guess that was not very smart of me.”
“I hope that you are not disappointed in me, pets,” said Gabrielle later when she had the two girls alone with her.
“No, Mistress,” replied Emily. “We aren’t disappointed; surprised maybe, but not disappointed.”
“I can understand that,” said Gabrielle. “I would be surprised too. Papa has never really gotten over the loss of my mother, though. I’m the only thing left of my mother and I look a lot like her. I decided to offer myself to him.”
“When did this start, Mistress?” asked Sarah, curiously.
“Shortly after the rescue,” replied Gabrielle. “Within a week of our rescue, in fact.”
“Well, I don’t even know why I asked, Mistress,” said Sarah. I was just curious. It doesn’t really change anything.”
And that discussion was left behind. Some nights, Gabrielle would send Sarah to service her father and Emily would look after his needs on other nights. When he was out of town, Gabrielle would gather both of her girls into her bed to enjoy their soft warm bodies. And occasionally, the girls would spend the night together enjoying one another. They now knew that it was on these nights that the father was fucking the daughter.
Sarah frequently thought that she should offer to service Papa more frequently so that Gabrielle did not have to. But she was never sure that her mistress viewed it as a chore. Gabrielle never complained about it or seemed to view an upcoming session with anything even close to dread.
Instead, the Mistress seemed to look forward to her sessions with Papa. Once the secret was out in the open, she even had her slave girls prepare her for her evenings of incestuous debauchery. They would bathe their mistress and preen and pamper her and send her on her way to her illicit rendezvous.
On a recent evening, she surprised her two girls. “I’m going to be his little slave girl tonight. Put this in.”
Gabrielle held out a small felt box which Emily accepted. She gasped when she opened it. Their steel nose rings had been cut off and long ago discarded. In the box was a new, beautiful gold nose ring. “Are you sure, Mistress?” asked Emily.
“Yes, pet. I’m sure.”
Emily nodded and tilted Gabrielle’s head back. Then she carefully fit the ring through the hole that had been punched in the mistress’ septum by the outlaws. She clicked it shut and then rotated it so that the place where the two ends fit together was hidden. She let it fall onto her mistress’ upper lip and then stepped back.
“How does it look?” asked Gabrielle.
“It’s beautiful, Mistress,” replied Sarah who was feeling pretty uncomfortable with the idea of her mistress being a slave girl. “It makes you look very exotic.”
“Good,” smiled Gabrielle, feeling the metal lying on her upper lip. “Now you can shave me.”
Sarah gasped this time. “Are you sure, Mistress?”
“Yes pet, I’m sure. I want to surprise him.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be surprised, Mistress,” said Emily.
Sarah got the supplies that she and Emily shared to keep their pussies smooth. She knelt between her mistress’ thighs and lathered up the mound before starting to swipe the razor across it. When she had finished, Gabrielle lifted her legs and spread them wide. “Check for any strays.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sarah swiped the razor a few more times and then ran her fingers over the areas that she had just deforested. Gabrielle was positively flowing as Sarah ran her fingers across the slick labia. “Smooth like a baby, Mistress.”
“Good girl,” smiled Gabrielle.
There were many remaining preparations. Gabrielle was going all out. She had the girls cuff her wrists and lock them behind her back. She had them attach clamps to her nipples and ruby pendants dangled from the crushed buds. She had them attach a diaphanous veil that covered all of her face but her forehead and her big, beautiful brown eyes. Then she had them oil her bottom.
“Mistress?” gasped Emily as she heard the latest command. “Why are you doing all of this?”
“To please Papa,” said the mistress who was a slave for the night. “I talked to Rosalita last week. She used to be Mama’s handmaid. I told her that I give myself to Papa occasionally and asked her what Mama used to do that he liked. She gave me all kinds of ideas and being his slave girl was one of them. Taking her anally was another.”
“Have you ever done that?” asked Sarah. And then she remembered the outlaws raping all three of them during their captivity and frequently claiming their bottoms. “Oh yeah. I remember. But do you like it?”
“No,” replied Gabrielle. “Not particularly. But this is a gift for Papa.”
“I’m sure he’ll love it, Mistress,” said Emily. “And I hope you do too.”
“Me too, pet. Now oil me up.”
“Can you bend over, Mistress?” asked Emily.
Gabrielle moved her feet apart and then bent at the waist, grasping her calves. Sarah poured a little oil between the firm bottom cheeks of her owner and Emily rubbed it around the pink little pucker. Sarah poured a little more and Emily rubbed it around.
“Inside, pets,” instructed Gabrielle. “You have to get it inside.”
Emily groaned at the latest instruction. She pointed her finger at the center of the little rosebud and reluctantly pushed her finger forward. The little opening yielded and the tip of her finger slipped into her mistress’ bottom. Gabrielle moaned at the intrusion.
“More oil, sis,” said Emily as she slowly moved the tip of her finger in and out. Sarah poured more oil between the cheeks and Emily took advantage of it to push her finger deeper. Finally, she had her entire finger embedded in her mistress’ ass and was pumping it easily in and out between the firm, rounded globes. Gabrielle was panting, taking rapid breaths as she adjusted to the finger.
“Are you okay, Mistress?” asked Emily.
“Yes,” panted Gabrielle. “Another finger. He’s big. Prepare me.”
Sarah sucked in her breath at that command. She never would have guessed that they would have to prepare their mistress this way.
Emily pulled her finger back out and then placed two of them together. She worked more slowly now and Sarah poured more oil to help as Emily pushed. Emily got one finger in and pulled it to one side to get the second finger into the beautiful ass. Soon, both fingers were pumping in and out. Sarah poured a little more oil and watched as her mistress prepared for her lewd rendezvous.
Gabrielle started moaning at Emily’s manipulations. Sarah set the bottle aside and knelt at her mistress’ head, kissing her. “Are you okay, Mistress? May I pleasure you?”
“No, no, no, no,” moaned Gabrielle. “Don’t let me cum; not yet… not until master says.”
Both girls raised their eyebrows at this remark. They weren’t sure what was going on here with their mistress but they were both worried that things might be changing.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!” Gabrielle moaned. Emily stopped all movements of her fingers and then just held them still inside of her mistress.
Sarah giggled and leaned forward in her kneeling position. She captured one of Gabrielle’s nipples between her lips and pulsed it and the ruby ball a few times before releasing it. “You’re a slave girl,” Sarah giggled again. “You can’t tell us what to do.”
“Sarah!” warned Gabrielle.
Sarah giggled again and nipped the other nipple with her teeth, careful not to dislodge the nipple clamp. “Yes, girl?” Another nip with her teeth drew a gasp out of Gabrielle. “Was there something you wanted to say?”
Gabrielle started moaning again as Sarah held the nipple in her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. Emily started slowly moving the fingers again but both girls were cautious. They wanted to raise their mistress to a fevered pitch but they didn’t want her to pop; at least not yet. They would simply make sure that their newest slave sister was highly aroused and ready to serve her new master. But they had no idea how this would turn out. They just hoped that this was all a game. But who knew?
The final preparation was Emily’s idea. They hardly ever wore collars and, when they did, it was purely for ornamental purposes. But they each had one. Emily retrieved hers and, in a short ceremony, their mistress was collared by the ornate band of gold. It was a little more snug on Gabrielle than it was when one of them wore a collar. But it fit fine and provided a nice finishing touch, clearly signaling that their mistress was a slave; at least for tonight.
“Let’s deliver her to Master,” said Sarah, barely able to stifle a giggle.
“Wait!” protested Gabrielle. “I can find my way on my own.”
“She might try to escape, sis,” said Emily to Sarah. She was having difficulty controlling her giggles. “Se should deliver her.”
Gabrielle groaned as Sarah attached a leash and then groaned again as she was tugged forward by her two impish slaves. This was going to be embarrassing, she could already see.
“We brought you a gift, Master,” said Emily as they entered Papa’s suite. Gabrielle was blushing furiously at this point. Sarah tugged her forward and then helped her to kneel as the two blonde beauties stood on either side of her for a moment.
“My, oh my,” grinned Papa. “Today is my lucky day. Thank you for the gift, girls.”
“You are welcome, Master,” said Emily. “Enjoy your girl. We’ll come back tomorrow to collect her.” Then they turned to leave.
“Where do you two pets think you are going?” he asked as they started to walk away.
They turned back to him and Sarah responded. “We assumed that you would want to enjoy your present, Master. We don’t want to be in the way.”
“I plan to enjoy my present,” he replied. “You will stay and help me enjoy her.”
“Oh god,” muttered Gabrielle. This was going to be so humiliating.
“Stand her up,” he said. “I want to inspect what you brought me.”
“Wow!” gasped Sarah. “I mean, yes Master.” Each of them grasped an upper arm and helped their newest slave sister to her feet. This was not what they had expected at all. What did he plan to do? Why was he keeping them there? They shouldn’t watch him using their mistress.
Papa stood in front of Gabrielle, reaching up and gripping her face with both palms. He turned her head one way and then the other as if he was inspecting her. He gripped the nose ring and tilted her head back, prying her mouth open with his other hand.
“Where did you capture her, girls?” he asked.
Both girls’ eyes flew open wide, not knowing how to respond. It was Emily who decided to play along first. “Not far from here, Master. She was trying to hide but we spotted her. So we stripped her and brought her here to you.”
His thumb had been running back and forth across the new girl’s teeth as if assessing her value as he listened to Emily’s response. He finally released Gabrielle’s nose ring and moved on. He lifted her long black hair and draped it down her back, leaving her completely exposed to his view.
“Was she difficult to catch?”
“A little bit difficult, Master,” replied Sarah, getting into the role play. “She’s a fast one. And she’s pretty sneaky too. But there were two of us and only one of her. She was no match for us in the end.”
“Good,” said Papa. He had one of Gabrielle’s breasts in each palm and was just holding them, feeling their weight. “I hope that she did not hurt either of you in her struggles.”
“Oh no, Papa,” replied Sarah. “We were careful. We know how to handle girls.”
“Good girls. You trapped a fine one,” he said as he continued to hold Gabrielle’s breasts in his hands. “She looks like a breeder. She should be good stock for starting a new line.”
Gabrielle gasped at the comment as Papa started kneading her breasts. This was going a bit too far as far as she was concerned. She just hoped that Papa knew where to draw the line on this little fantasy he was playing.
Sarah and Emily gasped too. While it was fun to be play acting, neither of them was entirely convinced that it was all play acting. Maybe it would end soon, they hoped.
“Look here, girls,” said Papa as he removed the nipple clamps. Each girl leaned forward as he gripped the nipples and raised the two succulent breasts, exposing the generous lower swells. “See how abundant they are? These can easily either be used for pleasure or milking. You have brought me a fine gift. Thank you, girls.”
Papa’s next instruction was to have Gabrielle bent at the waist. With her arms still bound behind her back, the girls had to support her to keep her from falling forward. They watched, dumbfounded, as he slipped a pair of fingers between Gabrielle’s thighs and then held them up to show them glistening. Sarah felt her face blush at such an openly lewd display.
Finally it was time for the master to claim the slave girl. He removed his clothes while the other two held her and watched in disbelief. Then he slowly pressed forward, letting his long thick shaft glide into the newest slave. Gabrielle groaned at the intrusion and blushed furiously at being taken in such a public fashion.
The two girls were so confused at this point. What had they just witnessed? Was this just a fun time with everyone role-playing a part? Or had something more serious just occurred? Only time would tell.
Papa seemed to be truly enjoying the domination of his daughter. He pumped in and out of Gabrielle for a long time, bringing her to two orgasms, but holding off on his own. After awhile, he had the newest slave’s cuffs unlatched and he stood her in the middle of the room. Then he had her bound upright and spread eagle between two poles. Sarah was ordered to kneel and lick her mistress’ pussy while Emily attended to her asshole. She received her third orgasm this way.
Finally, Papa decided it was time to claim his girl. He sank his meaty cock into his daughter again. The girls suckled on her breasts as their fingers toyed with the rest of her body. As Gabrielle climaxed for a fourth time, he finally let go and deposited his hot seed in her body.
“That was great fun,” he announced once his cock softened and slipped from Gabrielle’s warmth. “We’ll have to do it again soon.” The two girls had dazed looks on their faces. Gabrielle’s face wore something closer to shock.
Chapter 15
“We’re so sorry, Mistress,” they said in unison when Gabrielle was returned to her suite. They had spent the night there, wanting to be with her at the first possibility. Then Emily continued. “We had no idea that would happen, Mistress. We were just playing around. I guess we got a little carried away.”
“Don’t worry about it, pets,” Gabrielle replied. “He seemed to enjoy it. He wants to do it again.”
Sarah gasped at the news that it was to be repeated. “But is that what you want, Mistress?”
“I like Papa to be happy,” the mistress replied. “He was the happiest that I have seen him in years. And he was the most virile I have ever seen him. He has never been so hard for so long.”
Sarah blushed at that remark. That was not the kind of news that one normally shared about one’s father. Again, she wondered where all of this was leading them. Surely everything must have changed by now. It couldn’t go back to the way it was, could it? But where would it lead them now?
One thing that remained constant was the displaying of the panteras. Gabrielle still enjoyed showing off her pets when they had guests in the household. She was very proud of her blonde beauties and would have them prowl around partygoers, rubbing their sleek bodies against the legs of the guests as they purred. They always returned to their mistress’ legs but would venture out from time to time to let the guests pet or fondle them.
“Isn’t this a lovely one?” smiled one of the party guests as she crouched down on one knee. She reached toward Sarah to pet her but was met with a hiss and a snarl, surprising the young woman.
“She looks like a feisty one,” the woman’s mate said. “Should I grab her for you?” This brought another snarl to Sarah’s lips and she reached out, swiping her claws through the air but purposefully missing her prey.
“No, don’t touch her,” the woman said. “She’s a wild one and she’s just doing what wild ones do. We have to earn her trust.”
“Trust, huh?” the male said. “I’ll only trust her once she’s locked in a cage.”
“Run along, Ricky,” said the woman dismissively. “You’re upsetting the pantera.” Then she waved the back of her hand at the male and kept waving until he left. The woman then turned her attention back to the beautiful blonde pantera.
“You’re simply beautiful,” the woman said. This time she did not try to touch the naked girl. Instead, she held the back of her hand forward in a non-threatening gesture. Sarah played along. She inched forward toward the hand and sniffed at it.
The woman smiled but kept her hand still. “My name is Carly. You are such a beautiful kitty.”
Sarah held her head up and looked at the woman. Then she inched a little closer until her nose touched Carly’s hand. She turned her head back and forth slightly, rubbing her nose against the backs of the woman’s fingers.
Sarah stayed completely in role and moved forward on her hands and knees, letting her cheek pass along the fingers which remained motionless. She started making little purring sounds but would stop and bare her teeth each time the woman moved.
Sarah had to stifle a giggle as she ‘trained’ the woman to behave properly. She kept running her cheeks and nose back and forth against the fingers, stopping occasionally if the woman moved. Eventually, she determined that she had the woman trained well enough and she moved forward, crawling until her body rubbed against Carly’s leg. She purred louder.
Sarah was leaning into the woman’s leg and stroking the length of her body against it as she crawled back and forth. The woman moved her hand and rested it between Sarah’s shoulder blades but she did not draw a hiss or snarl this time. Sarah just continued to purr and let the woman’s hand glide down her back as the pantera moved across the leg. Sarah was having a lot of fun with this role play.
Carly kept stroking down the girl’s back, enjoying the soft warmth of the naked flesh beneath her hand. After awhile, she started to stroke and knead the firm bottom cheeks of the girl on all fours.
“See?” said Carly. “I knew we could be friends. I’m not here to hurt you.”
Carly let her hand move more freely now. She stroked down the blonde’s back and then over her bottom and down a thigh. Sarah had her eyes closed and just purred louder as she slinked her body along the woman’s leg.
Eventually Sarah stopped moving her body and lay down, curling her body around the woman’s leg. She lifted her head and licked Carly’s calf.
“You are such a loving little panther. Let’s roll you over so I can scratch your belly.” Carly rolled Sarah onto her back and started to move her palm in slow circles over Sarah’s taut belly. This brought more purrs to the pretty kitty.
“It seems that you have tamed one of my kitties,” said Gabrielle who had walked over to the feline demonstration.
“She’s so beautiful,” said Carly. “I hope you don’t mind me playing with her. She seems to like it.”
Gabrielle smiled. “Yes, she’s not so fierce once she gets to know you. But go slowly with her or you might end up with teeth marks.”
Again, Sarah had to stifle a giggle. She would snarl and hiss and snap but she could not imagine that she would ever bite anyone. But this was turning out to be fun and, besides, Carly seemed gentle and kind.
“It might take quite a bit of time to fully tame her,” said Carly. “Let me know if you need your pantera back or I might end up monopolizing her time tonight.”
Sarah looked up at the woman and finally realized how young her tamer was. The girl who was stroking her belly was no older than she was. She had assumed that the woman was older, although she realized that she had no real reason to think so. Maybe she just assumed that someone who could handle her so confidently must be older.
The girl who was stroking her belly was smiling down at her. She was beautiful with green eyes and reddish hair. She was slender with smallish, compact breasts and a curvy and very feminine figure.
“Yes, this one might take awhile to tame,” agreed Gabrielle. “Feel free to keep her all night if you need her that long. I know that this pantera is a tough one.”
Then Gabrielle bent down and swiped a finger between Sarah’s labia, causing the pantera to gasp at the surprise intimacy. Gabrielle simply smiled and tweaked each of the stiff nipples once she discovered how wet her pet was. “You may take her to the training room whenever you like. Or you can take her directly to your room if you are brave enough to try that without further taming her. Her leash is on the table by the door.”
“Thank you,” replied Carly. “I think I should have some private training time with her.” Carly leaned down and scratched lightly behind Sarah’s ear and then gave each breast a squeeze. “Come pretty kitty.”
Sarah rolled languidly onto her side and then gracefully moved to all fours. Carly started walking slowly toward the door and Sarah followed, continuously stroking her body against her mistress for the night. Once the reached the door, Carly slipped a collar around the girl’s neck and then attached a leash.
“You’re leaving so soon?” asked a surprised Ricky as he saw Carly leading the pantera away from the party.
“I have a kitty to care for,” she replied.
“Oh,” he replied glumly. “I was hoping we could hook up at this party.”
“Sorry,” Carly shrugged. “I’m into panteras.”
Hmm, thought Sarah. Maybe these two weren’t together after all. Well, she was glad about who she ended up with. Carly was nice and she seemed like she would be lots of fun.
Gabrielle smiled as she saw Sarah giving a wink to Emily as Carly led her away. Her girls certainly did not seem to be having an adjustment period any longer. If anything, they seemed happy and contented. That was a relief to her because, although she wanted to own the two girls, she also wanted them to feel loved and cared for.
By all accounts, they were. She saw Sarah’s naked bottom sashaying seductively as Carly led her from the room. Emily was being pampered and spoiled by another woman who was holding up a ball of yarn which Emily kept pouncing on and wrestling with. Neither girl could have possibly put on this kind of show if they were not happy.
“You may have this pantera for the night,” said Gabrielle as she crouched down and stroked Emily’s thigh. The woman was kneeling with her feet tucked under her bottom as she kept moving the ball of yarn back and forth, causing Emily to jerk from side to side as she hunted the ball. It was pretty humorous to watch.
It was also very sexy for Gabrielle to watch her pet move. She had the sleekness and the feline movements of a cat. But she was most definitely a girl. There could be no mistaking that. Her silky curves attested to her femininity and her full breasts jiggled from side to side as she rolled and swatted at the ball. And her denuded sex gave testament to her arousal. She almost looked like she was flowing between her thighs. She was definitely highly sexually charged.
“Thank you,” said the woman with a British accent and smiled back to her. “She’s such a treasure. You must adore her.”
“Yes, I do adore her,” replied Gabrielle. “I can’t imagine being separated from her. But she is a wild animal. Some days, I have to just let her run. I always catch her at the end and put her back in her enclosure. But it’s good to let her frolic from time to time.”
“Thank you for your offer. I am Christina. I will take good care of your pantera. And you are right. You should never be separated from her.”
“You are welcome, Christina. And I know you will treat my girl well. I have been watching you play with her.” Gabrielle reached between Emily’s thighs and swiped a finger through her swampy sex before raising it to her lips and licking it off.”
“If you ever decide to sell her or breed her, let me know,” said Christina. “I would like to someday own panteras just like yours.”
This caused both Emily and Gabrielle to raise their eyebrows. It seemed like an odd statement to Emily. Why would anyone want to breed a girl? And Christina was only a year or two older than Gabrielle.
It seemed very odd to Gabrielle. People had asked to borrow her girls in the past. Some had even offered to buy one or both of them. A group had even stolen them once. But nobody had ever asked to breed them. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
“It is very flattering that you want to own a girl like mine,” replied Gabrielle. “I honestly have never considered breeding her. I will have to think about that.”
“Yes, please do,” said Christina. “Or think about selling her. I really would like to own someone like her.”
“Ah, that I could never do. As I said, I can’t imagine being separated from my girls.”
“Yes, you and your girls should be kept together, I suppose,” sighed Christina.
Christina had been teasing Emily and was moving from nipple to nipple, touching them. Emily’s head kept whipping back and forth trying to catch the hand but it kept escaping, moving to the other nipple. Finally, Emily bared her teeth and snarled.
“Oops,” giggled Christina. “I guess she must have had enough of that game. May I take her for a walk before I take her to my room?”
“Yes, you may walk her. She probably has to pee anyways.” Emily blinked and looked up at Gabrielle in shock. She had to be kidding!!! Now she was expected to pee outside?
“And be sure to stay in the yard,” Gabrielle continued. “There are dangerous sorts around here sometimes.”
“I’ll take good care of your kitty,” replied Christina. “Thank you for letting me borrow her.”
Then Christina led Emily off to the yard. Gabrielle watched and had to laugh as she saw Emily refusing to squat in the yard. She went to the door and called out to the comical pair. “I would take advantage of the opportunity now, kitty. It could be a long, uncomfortable night if you wait.”
Emily hissed back at her owner but then turned her back to Gabrielle and let go her flow of water. Gabrielle laughed again and then went back inside.
“You did a very nice job of getting your pets out of the way,” Papa said as he greeted his daughter at the entrance to the room. “You obviously did not want them as witnesses.”
“No, Papa. I did not want witnesses.” She cast her eyes down and blushed at his words, not knowing what lay ahead for her but knowing that it would be uncomfortable. Then her blush deepened when Papa gestured to Rosalita and the new girl, Juanita, to come over.
The two girls knew what was expected of them and quickly went to work. Effortlessly, Gabrielle was stripped of all of her clothing and helped to her knees. Rosalita buckled the collar around the mistress’ neck and then Juanita attached the leash. The mistress was now a pantera.
Papa led his new girl proudly through the small crowd. She had learned to slink along like a cat, having practiced many times on her own. She knew this day was coming because he had announced it to her weeks in advance. But she was still not prepared for it when it came. She had hoped that he was simply teasing her.
The worst part of it was being displayed so nakedly. She had practiced at being a pantera. She had been displayed by him alone and in the presence of her two slave girls. But she never dreamed that he would present her to others, especially this way.
She knew most of the people who were left in the room at this point. She wasn’t sure whether it was worse to be shown this way to strangers or to people who she already knew. Both were horrible, she decided. It was so humiliating to be led around on a leash in front of others. She decided that being displayed to people who knew her was the worst part.
They all stood and admired the beautiful pantera as he slowly paraded her around the room for the first circuit. He was very proud of his catch. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her chest and swayed seductively with every step. Her tight body rippled with her movements and her belly was concave despite the position she was in. She was a priceless treasure.
Papa led her around a second time and people leaned down, letting their palms trail across her naked back or pat her perfect rump. Her blush grew deeper and she wondered how she would ever be able to face these people again. During the third circuit, people became bolder and stroked the generous breasts or circled her asshole or slipped a finger into her sex. She groaned at the indignity of it all.
But she realized that she was damp. No, that was not true. She was swampy. It was as if she had a faucet between her thighs. She had no idea how she could possibly react this way. And she had no idea why Papa was displaying her this way.
Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room and stood with his guests in a semicircle around him. He tugged on the leash, drawing Gabrielle upward until she was kneeling upright. All of the guests smiled admiringly at their hostess turned slavegirl. The hostess was blushing again.
A gasp was heard at the back of the room and all eyes turned toward the door. Gabrielle’s face turned crimson as she saw Emily being led past the open doorway. The girl was gone quickly but Gabrielle knew that her pet had seen her being displayed. And she saw the hungry, longing gaze of Christina as the British woman had eyed her naked body on display.
Papa drew everyone’s attention back to him and announced that his newest pantera would perform for them. But he also said that a wild best like her could be dangerous and needed to be controlled. At the nod of a head, four of the men stepped forward. Each of her arms and legs were grasped and she was lifted upward. They easily carried her to a frame that had been placed there without her noticing. She was left with her arms and legs stretched outward as she lay horizontally on the X.
For the next two hours, her body was used and enjoyed by the partiers. The men fucked her. The women feasted on her breasts and toyed with her sex. Rosalita stood ready with a bottle of oil but, magically, no lubricant was needed. Finally, after all of the guests had climaxed once, they formed a semicircle again.
The frame was tilted up slightly, lowering Gabrielle’s head and elevating her bottom. Papa stood between his daughter’s legs and waited for Rosalita to rub the oil over his throbbing member. When he was satisfied with the girl’s work, he leaned forward again.
Gabrielle groaned as she felt the spear slicing into her bottom. She thought she was going to escape this indignity but there was to be no such luck on this night. She groaned as the pole stretched her and filled her more and more. It was halfway into her and she was panting, trying to adjust. Finally, the huge thing was inside of her, embedded in her bowels, and he started stroking it in and out of her body.
He beckoned two of the partiers forward, a male and a female. They knelt and started feasting on the captive’s breasts, suckling on the nipples of the large orbs. He beckoned another male who alternated between kissing the mistress/slave and sliding his cock deep down her throat. Two more females were summoned and he took his turn, kissing one girl and then the other. Occasionally, the ones at Gabrielle’s breasts and mouth would step back to let three of the other partiers enjoy the captive beauty. Finally, he climaxed inside of Gabrielle and everyone stepped back.
The partiers started to dress and slowly disperse after his cock had slipped from her bottom. She felt embarrassed and used. And she had no idea what any of this meant. Had her status in life just changed?
Chapter 16
From then on, the pantera owned panteras. The two beautiful blonde panteras were frequently on display by their raven-haired mistress with a full head of curls. And when Papa so chose, which was often, the raven-haired girl became a pantera.
It was easy for Papa to rationalize in his mind and he did so in many ways. He had rescued her so, by many counts, she belonged to him now. She was beautiful and just the kind of girl he wanted to own; so he did. And she looked so much like the woman who he had loved and married. She was his best possible replacement.
Plus, sex with Gabrielle was unbelievable. He loved the way his cock sank into her as if it was being gripped in warm butter. It would cling to his shaft and squeeze it. He did not use her ass often but he loved the feel of his cock being squeezed tightly by her almost liquid channel. And her breasts were not to be believed. He could feast on them or toy with them all day. Gabrielle was his idea of the perfect slave.
There was a new order in the household. Papa was clearly on top. The two blonde panteras were clearly on the bottom. Gabrielle must be somewhere in the middle because sometimes she was treated as the third pantera and sometimes she was the mistress of the household.
Rosalita was also in the mix in some way but Sarah could never quite figure out how. Sometimes she was allowed to play with the panteras. At other times, Gabrielle played with her. It was all very confusing to the blonde panteras.
The one thing that they did understand was that they were clearly owned. But strangely, they did not even seem to mind at this point. They were well cared for. They knew that they were loved by their new family. It was a very unusual family but it really did feel like a family to them now.
One night, after Sarah had been owned for a year and Emily had been property for two years, they were together for the night. That probably meant that Papa had claimed their mistress for the night. It wasn’t a given but it was a pretty good bet.
“Who’s your favorite to be with?” asked Emily after releasing her sister’s nipple which she had been suckling a moment earlier.
“Why, you are, sis,” giggled Sarah. “I thought you knew that.”
Emily ruffled Sarah’s hair and then slapped her lightly on top of the head. “I’m being serious.” Then she nipped at Sarah’s nipple, eliciting a squeal.
“Hmmf,” grunted Sarah at the indignity of the slap. “I was being serious. I love our mistress but I would love to be able to spend more time with you.”
Emily slid up Sarah’s body and kissed her slave sister. “Thank you, love,” she said, speaking between kisses. “I would dearly love to spend more time with you too. We never seem to get enough of it together.”
“So who’s your favorite?” asked Sarah.
“I don’t think I have a favorite,” replied Emily. “I love all three of you. I never thought I would be able to say something like that but I love being owned by Mistress and Papa. And I truly love being your sister.”
“I think that this place has changed me,” she continued. “No, I know it has changed me. I don’t think I ever want to go back. I’m not even sure that I could go back home at this point.”
“Sure you could go back if they let you,” argued Sarah. “They won’t let you go, but you could adjust quickly I’m sure if you were released.”
“I don’t think so,” said Emily. “I’m just too sexed up now. If I don’t have sex at least five or six times a day, I think I’m going to pop. I mean look at us now. We have a whole evening to ourselves and all we’re doing is making love.”
“Well what would you rather be doing?” asked Sarah. “We could try something else. We could watch a movie or play cards or something. I thought you liked sex with me.”
“Oh, baby sis,” said Emily as she lowered her head and kissed Sarah, letting her lips linger and breathing in her slave sister. “I love making love with you. I could make love all day with you. And even though we’re allowed to wear clothes most of the time now, I would still be naked around you whenever I could. I adore you.”
“Hmmf,” snorted Sarah. “So now I’m just a sex partner for you?”
Emily slipped back down and gripped one of Sarah’s nipples between her teeth, holding it tightly. She waited for Sarah to squeal before releasing it.
“I never said anything about you JUST being a sex partner. But you are definitely a sex partner.” Emily kissed the nipple that she had just punished and then giggled. “And wow, wow, wow, what a fantastic sex partner you are!”
Sarah rolled her eyes at the response. “I never realized what a nymphomaniac you are. Am I getting that bad too?”
“Hmm,” replied Emily. She leaned down and circled each of Sarah’s nipples with her tongue and then reached up, gripping each stiff nubbin and rolling them back and forth slowly. “Let me think about how to answer that.”
She paused for a moment before continuing. “Can I make you cum by touching you here?” She circled each of the damp nipples again with her tongue.
“Of course you can,” replied Sarah. “You know you can.”
“I see.” She slid her body lower down her slave sister until her face was above Sarah’s bald pussy. She blew lightly on the slick petals, seeing them twitching and lubricating even more in response. “How about here?”
Sarah sucked in her breath at the stimulation. “Yes, there too. But what does that prove?”
“Wait,” said Emily. “I’m not finished yet.” She moved back up and circled her tongue around Sarah’s belly button, moving it gradually in tighter circles.
“How about here?”
“Yessssss,” hissed Sarah. She was scrunching her hands trying to maintain control of her reactions.
“And here?” “And here?” “And here?” Emily was taking a leisurely tour of her sister’s body and each new spot promised to push Sarah over the edge. Emily pointed out dozens of places that she could stimulate to elicit an orgasm from her slave sister.
“And I’ve just been working on your front so far,” said Emily, finally. “Should I roll you over and point out some more on the other side?”
“No,” replied Sarah indignantly. “But I still don’t see what that proves.”
Emily slid back up Sarah’s body. She grasped her sister’s wrists and extended them upward and outward, pinning her to the bed. “It means, dear sister, that you are a complete sexual animal now. You live for sex. You live to serve. You live to please your owners. And you live to be controlled.”
Emily punctuated each comment with a kiss. She prolonged the last kiss and kept it up until Sarah was squirming beneath her. She occasionally broke the kiss to nibble on her sister’s earlobes or neck but she avoided touching her between the thighs. Within moments, Sarah exploded in orgasm.
Emily continued to hold her sister down and moved back down her body to feast on the beautiful, bountiful breasts, seeing Sarah’s chest still flushed with arousal. “I think I proved my point. And that’s why we can never go back. We would wither away without all of the sex that we are used to. Either that or we would be arrested or institutionalized for lewd and lascivious behavior. Face it, we’re both nymphomaniacs now.”
“Hmmf,” snorted Sarah indignantly again. “I’m sure I’m not!”
“Then let me roll you over and I’ll continue my demonstration.”
“No, wait!” gasped Sarah. “Okay, okay! I’ll admit that I have a healthy sex drive now. Well I’m not sure how healthy it is. But it’s a big sex drive.”
“Good, I’m glad we got that straightened out,” giggled Emily. “Now I can start to make love with you.”
Sarah gasped. “What do you think you’ve already been doing?”
“Just having fun so far,” grinned Emily. “Now the serious work begins.”
In an instant, Emily drew the cuffs from the head of the bed and secured her sister’s wrists. Then she drew each ankle to a corner at the foot of the bed and fastened them, leaving Sarah spread eagle.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
Emily giggled again. “I’m getting ready to dine. I’m going to feast myself on your body until you are fucked senseless.”
Emily slid all the way down Sarah’s body and started by sucking on her toes. For the next two hours, she toyed with her slave sister, slowly moving upward until she finally reached the head. By the time Emily was finished, Sarah was a sweaty mess and was spasming uncontrollably after receiving at least a dozen orgasms at the hands of her devious sister.
Chapter 17
Some months later, Sarah and Emily were sleeping in their bed again after giving each other three very satisfying orgasms. Even Sarah was beginning to think of herself as a nymphomaniac by now. She began to see what her sister was talking about months earlier. She needed sex. Her entire life had started to revolve around sex in whatever form it took.
Their limbs were entwined as they hugged each other tightly in their sleep. Emily was making little cooing sounds while Sarah just kept planting little kisses on Emily’s face in her sleep. Both were dead to the world.
But they both awoke at the same instant. As they looked around the room, it was Emily who groaned and then spoke first. “You gotta be kidding!”
Fortunately, nobody understood the American slang. One of them responded in very broken English.
“You come with us now.”
Each of the four men had a gun as well as a coil of rope. It was obvious that they were about to be raped. Would they also be kidnapped again? This really is a lawless place, thought Sarah.
“What about the others?” asked Sarah.
“They sleep,” the male said.
Emily gasped. “Did you kill them?”
“No kill people,” the man replied. “And none will be killed if you stay quiet and come with us.”
Emily and Sarah both breathed a sigh of relief at that news. A lot of people had died during the last raid.
Emily glared defiantly at the spokesman. “So what is it this time? Ransom? Rape?” She swung her legs apart as she leaned back on the bed, exposing her sex to the male. “Is this what you want?”
The man raised his eyebrows at the foolish girl’s antics. His three friends grinned at the entertaining show being performed by the girl. Sarah just rolled her eyes. Somehow she knew that Emily would get them into even more trouble.
“We can rape you if that is what you wish,” he smiled back. “We will never turn down the invitation of a beautiful girl. But that would be your decision if you want us to do that.”
“Then what is it that you want?” asked Sarah. These men did not seem at all like the outlaws that raided earlier. But it was clear that their presence could mean nothing good.
“Come,” the man said. “We will talk on the way.”
“On the way where?” asked Sarah, frustrated at their vulnerable position and the impossible situation that they were in.
“Come, little one,” he repeated. “Would you like to get dressed first?”
Sarah raised her arms and then dropped them, banging her fists against her thighs in another sign of frustration. “We would rather stay in bed naked by ourselves.”
“I am sorry but that is not possible,” the speaker said. At least I’m starting to be able to understand what he’s saying now, thought Sarah.
“Then we would like clothes,” replied Sarah.
“Then you must dress quickly,” he said. “You have two minutes. But it is a pity to cover your beauty with mere cloth. It is your lucky day and my misfortune.”
They quickly pulled on jeans and tops and sneakers. Then the four men led the two girls away with two of them in front and two behind. The leader carried on a conversation with the two girls as they were led out of the house and down the drive. But he kept avoiding Sarah’s earlier question. Finally, they reached the van that was parked in the grass beside the driveway.
“You have told us how you are taking us,” Sarah said. “But you have not told us where you are taking us.”
The man spoke again as one of his companions stepped next to either girl. The fourth man opened the van door and they saw Gabrielle lying on the floor of the van, apparently unconscious. The men beside the girls reached toward them and each felt a bee sting to her neck.
“To Jolly Olde England, of course,” the spokesman said with a cultured British accent. “The three of you were a special order.”
“Oh god no,” uttered Sarah as she felt her eyelids drawing heavy. “Not again.” And then both girls were rendered unconscious by the drugs that had just been injected into their bodies.
“Christina certainly has good taste in pets,” the leader spoke as the other men arranged the two blonde beauties in the back of the van. “These three are prime trophies. I wouldn’t mind owning any one of them.”
The End
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