Panther Girls

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Sarah was really looking forward to next month.  The eighteen year old high school senior had only four more weeks to go before she graduated.  And then she planned to enjoy her summer before heading off to the university.  She really planned to enjoy herself there.  She couldn’t wait for the freedom that would go along with college life.

She would still have her job through the summer, if the store stayed in business that long.  She wanted to save up some spending money for college.  But she didn’t plan on having a job while at the university.  At least she wouldn’t have a job during her freshman year.  She would attend classes and study.  And for the rest of the time, she planned to be a party girl.

She worked at Tipton’s Toy Store in the center of Pleasance, her home town.  Her usual shifts were Saturday, which sucked in her mind because that’s when all of her friends got together and played or shopped, and evenings on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

But the toy store was not doing as well these days as it had been two years earlier when she started working there.  A big toy store chain had built a new store two towns away and it was draining the customers away.  She wasn’t sure how much longer Mr. and Mrs. Tipton would be able to keep the store open.  They couldn’t possibly be making much money at this point.

She looked at the clock and groaned.  It was only eight o’clock.  She had another hour until closing.  And there had only been one customer in all night.  That woman had been a real wackadoo.

She was bored out of her mind tonight.  She was so bored that she even started building something with the Legos earlier.  She used to use her down time at the store to do homework but, being so close to graduation, there was no sense in wasting time on school work.  And there used to be two people working the evening shift.  That at least gave her someone to talk to.  But when the customers started drifting away, they reduced the staffing to one in the evening.

Sarah walked around the store again, trying to find something to amuse herself.  The store had all kinds of toys and games and hobby materials.  Maybe she could make a bead purse to take up her time.  But she already had over a dozen of those from previous boring nights.  She didn’t need any more.

She really liked the customers.  Mothers and fathers and grandparents and aunts and uncles would come in, looking for the perfect gift.  Some of them were expectant and hopeful as they entered the store.  Others were panicky, worried that they would let a child down.  She prided herself in being able to help the customer find the perfect gift and they always left the store with the confidence that they would not disappoint the boy or girl for whom they were shopping.

She heard the bell ring, telling her that another customer had entered the store.  She turned her head and groaned.  The wackadoo was back.

The woman had called shortly after Sarah started working at six o’clock that evening.  She said she was looking for a life-like doll for her daughter and Sarah assured her that they stocked many, many dolls, some of which were quite life-like.  The woman arrived at the store twenty minutes later.

“Here’s one that’s quite popular,” said Sarah as she held up one of the baby dolls.

“No,” replied the woman.  “My daughter’s fourteen.  I was thinking of more of a teenage or young adult doll.”

“Oh, well here’s the Christina doll,” Sarah said, showing the woman one of the replicas of a young woman that had just arrived earlier in the week.  “It’s very realistic as you can see.”

The woman looked at the Christina doll and then shook her head.  “Everything’s too exaggerated.  Look at that waist.  It’s impossibly small.”

Then she surprised Sarah by wrapping her hands around Sarah’s waist.  “See?  This is a beautiful, sexy waist; not so tiny that it looks fake.”

Sarah gasped.  She did have a small twenty three inch waist but she was not used to people grabbing her by it.  She felt the woman’s hands squeezing her middle and then the hands were withdrawn.  Should she say something to the woman?  She decided not to.  The woman probably just grew up in a culture with more touching than Sarah was used to.

“There’s always the Barbie doll,” offered Sarah.  “It’s been very popular for years and years.”

“Hmmm, let me see one,” the woman said.  “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a Barbie.  Maybe that would work.”

Sarah reached up and pulled a box off of the shelf and set it on the counter.  She opened the box and handed the doll to the customer.  “I always thought that Barbie was very life-like.”

The woman looked at the Barbie and turned it over.  Then she reached out and, to Sarah’s horror, gave Sarah’s breast a squeeze.  “These are realistic; full, firm, rounded.  They might even have a little teardrop shape if I stripped you out of those clothes.  They aren’t hard and pointy like this doll’s.  No, Barbie will not do.”

Sarah gasped again as the woman squeezed her breast.  What should she say?  Something like this had never happened to her before.

“I’m afraid those two are the most realistic we have,” she informed the customer.  Maybe that would get her to go away.

It worked.  The woman said that she would check some other stores.  Then she left Sarah who replaced the dolls on the shelf.

Now, at eight thirty, the woman was back.  Sarah instinctively raised her arms across her chest to defend her breasts from further intimate and unwanted touching.

“I just hate those big box stores,” the woman said.  “And their selection is horrible.  I decided to come back her to get my dolls.”

“I’m glad that you did,” Sarah lied.  “We always enjoy pleasing customers.  Which one would you like?”

“I’ll take both of the ones we looked at.  And find me a dozen or so outfits for each of them.  I’m going to look around.  Do you have travel games?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the beautiful sales clerk said.  They’re in the second aisle about halfway down on the left.”  Wow, she thought.  This was going to be a huge sale!  Mr. and Mrs. Tipton would be very pleased.

Sarah laid all of the available outfits for the Christina and Barbie dolls out on the counter.  Then she picked out the ones that she would recommend and pulled each of those forward.  She took the two dolls to the checkout counter and then waited for her customer.

“These are the ones I recommend, Ma’am,” said Sarah, pointing to the ones she selected once the woman dumped some boxes at the checkout and came back to the doll section of the store.

“Good choices.  I’ll take all of the ones you picked.”

Sarah was very proud of herself for choosing so wisely.  She picked up each of the ones the woman was going to buy and took them to the counter.  Then she started ringing up the bill.

“Wow, that’s a lot of travel games!” exclaimed Sarah once she got to the pile of boxes that the woman had deposited.  “You must do a lot of traveling.”

“We will be,” the woman replied.  “We are moving to the coast and will be spending a few days in the car.  Tonight’s our last night in town.”

“Well, you should have enough to keep yourselves entertained.  That’s for sure.”

When she was finished, the total came to over six hundred dollars.  She never sold that much in a single shift before, let alone a single sale.  Sarah then put the purchases in bags.  It took four large shopping bags to fit all of the goods.

“Can you help me get these to my car?” the woman asked.

“Sure,” replied Sarah.  “I’d be happy to.”

The woman led the way out the front door of the store and Sarah followed.  They went through the alley to the parking lot behind the store.  Sarah’s car was there along with the woman’s minivan.  Sarah noticed that the light had burned out, leaving the lot in darkness.  She made a mental note to tell Mr. Tipton about that.

The woman opened the rear hatch and Sarah leaned in to deposit the two bags that she was carrying.  But two hands grabbed her arms and pulled her into the van.  She opened her mouth to scream but someone pushed a cloth into her mouth, gagging her.  She struggled against her attacker, trying to free herself until she felt a pinch on her neck.  Her struggling quickly subsided and she fell unconscious.

The woman placed her bags in the car and then went back into the store to wipe down any place she might have touched.  She retrieved the seven one hundred dollar bills that she had paid for the merchandise with and then returned to the car.

“What’s she like?” her male assistant asked as they drove out of the lot.

“A living doll,” the woman replied.  “A perfect fuck toy.”

Chapter 2

Sarah’s mind was fuzzy when she woke up.  Everything seemed blurry.  She was encased in some kind of foamy material and couldn’t move.  She felt vibrations and heard a humming sound.  She was in total darkness.  And then she drifted back to sleep.

She kept waking up and finding the same surroundings.  Her throat hurt when she tried to swallow at one point but everything else was the same: fuzzy mind, engulfed in foam, vibrations, humming and darkness.  And then she would drift off to sleep again.

She woke up one time and managed to stay awake for several minutes before sleep consumed her.  People were talking outside of whatever packing she was in.  She decided to listen and learn rather than making sounds to try to get her release.  She wanted to figure out where she was.

“Can’t we keep her, Mom?”

“No, honey.  We can’t.  That’s not part of the plan.”

“But she’s so gorgeous,” the first voice said.  “I want to keep her.  And you promised me a doll.”

“I bought you two dolls, baby,” said the second voice.  Sarah recognized the voice as the wackadoo from the store.

“Oh, those aren’t like real girls at all,” said the first voice which was clearly the younger of the two.  “They’re stiff.  And they’re plastic.  And they aren’t even shaped right.  This girl is soft and warm and so, so beautiful.  I want her to be my doll.”

“Baby, we can’t keep her,” the woman from the store said.  “She’s a special order and it took me a month to find someone who fit the specs.  And it took me a whole week to plan and carry out the collection.”

Sarah stifled a gasp.  Special order?  What did that mean?  And it sounded like she had been stalked.

“We’ll be keeping her for a few weeks,” a male voice said.  “She needs to be trained.  You can play with the living doll then.”

And then sleep overwhelmed Sarah again.  The last thing to go through her mind was the realization that she was being drugged.

She finally woke up and the surroundings had changed.  A bright light was overhead.  She was no longer packed in the foamy stuff.  She could feel that she was lying on a cold metal table and, by the feel of the table, it seemed like she was naked.

She lifted her head.  It did look like she was naked but she couldn’t tell for sure.  A white sheet was draped over her body, presumably to keep her warm.  When she moved her head, she felt something brush across her cheek.  She couldn’t tell what it was but she realized that something was between her lips.  And when she tried to swallow, it was painful.  She tried to scream for help but nothing but a croak came out.

She tried to get up but found that she was bound to the table.  Her arms and legs were stretched to the four corners and she was secured firmly.  She laid there for several minutes, looking around the room until someone entered it.  It was a woman of about forty, she guessed.

“Welcome to California, sweetie,” the woman said.  It was the same voice as in the store but the face and hair didn’t match Sarah’s memory.  She tried to say something but all that came out was a croak again.

“Don’t try to say anything, pretty girl.  Let me get the tubes out first.”

The woman slid the sheet off and Sarah lifted her head and groaned.  She was right that she had been naked.  The woman gave each of Sarah’s breasts a squeeze, bringing a blush to the teenager’s face and then she slid a hand down her belly.

She felt something between her legs and then felt a sharp pain in her belly.  “Relax sweetie,” the woman said.  “It will be out in a second.”

Sarah felt another sharp pain and then the discomfort disappeared.  “That takes care of the catheter.”

Sarah lifted her head again when she felt the woman’s fingers at the inside of her elbow.  She saw that she had an IV and felt a little pinch as it was removed.  A bandage was placed over the spot where it had entered her body and the woman shifted her attention.

“Now, I’m going to take out your feeding tube, little one,” the woman said.  “Don’t try to talk.  I want to give you some water first.”

Sarah watched as the woman’s hands moved to her face.  She felt the woman prying her mouth open and then gagged slightly as she felt a tickle in her throat.  The woman slowly extracted the tube and Sarah felt its movement, gagging several more times.

“There we go, beautiful one,” the woman said.  She leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips, causing the girl to tense at the unexpected intimacy.  “Let me get you some water and then we can talk.  I’m sure that you have some questions.”

Sarah kept her eyes on the woman as she crossed the room.  If this was the same wackadoo, she was at least a very attractive one.  But she still couldn’t get over the change in the woman.  This was not the odd woman who had squeezed her breast and bought six hundred dollars of merchandise.

The woman returned and lifted Sarah’s head with one hand as she held the cup to the girl’s lips with the other.  “Just take sips at first.  Your tummy needs to adjust.”

Sarah took small sips.  But she was so parched that she took many of them.  She groaned as the woman took the cup away and lowered her head again.  “That’s enough for now.  You need to get used to things in your tummy again.”

Sarah tensed again as she felt the woman’s hands resting on her naked breasts.  She was not used to people handling them so casually.  “My name is Diane.  And you are Sarah, if I’m not mistaken.  You should be able to speak now.”

“Why am I here?” croaked Sarah.  Her throat felt raw and she was still parched.

Diane gave each breast a squeeze and then drew her fingers upward toward the girl’s nipples.  “Because I wanted you here.  You are perfect.  I brought you here because I wanted you.”

“You kidnapped me.”  Sarah’s voice was less croaky this time.

“Kidnapping sounds so criminal,” Diane replied.  “I like to think of it as collecting you.”

“Who are you?” asked Sarah.  “You sound like the woman in the store but you don’t look like her.”

“Oh, that,” replied Diane as she captured the perfect nipples and stroked her fingers and thumbs along their length, enjoying their texture.  “A bit of stage makeup and a wig.  I didn’t know if there were security cameras.  I always take precautions.”

“There are cameras,” said Sarah, cringing again as she felt her nipples being toyed with in ways that were annoying her.

“Then they will see a slightly crazy redhead who looks to be about thirty,” responded Diane.  “But you can clearly see that’s not me.”

Diane had dark brunette hair and was closer to forty.  She did not look at all like the woman in the store.  She was trim and was well endowed, as evidenced by the tight-fitting t-shirt that she wore.  Her breasts were very generous.

“When will you release me?” asked Sarah, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.  She remembered the comment about special order.

“Don’t worry, pretty pet,” said Diane as she continued to toy with the luscious nipples.  “We’ll send you on your way in a few weeks.  And this place will quickly become a distant memory.  I promise you.”

“Please stop touching me,” said the girl.

“Oh, now that’s something I can’t do,” Diane replied.  “This body needs to be touched.  It was designed to be touched.”

“You’re scaring me now,” said Sarah.  “And please stop touching me.  I mean it!”

“Don’t be afraid, pretty pet,” said Diane.  She lowered her head toward Sarah’s and, as their lips were about to meet, Sarah twisted her head to the side to avoid the kiss.  Diane gave the girl a peck on the cheek before continuing.  “There’s plenty more to kiss if you don’t want me to kiss your lips.”

Diane shifted until her head was over Sarah’s left breast and then Sarah watched in horror as the lips descended upon and ultimately engulfed her nipple.  She felt the suction as her nipple was pulled in and out of the woman’s mouth.

“Get off of me!!!” she screeched.  “I’m not a lesbian!!!”

Diane released the breast for a moment and laughed.  “Don’t be silly, girl.  You are whatever I decide you will be.”  Then she sucked the little nubbin back into her mouth again.  Sarah groaned at her helplessness.

“Get away!” she finally screeched.  Unbelievably, however, all that she accomplished was to have the wackadoo suck more of her breast into her mouth.  She felt the suction on her sensitive flesh and felt the tongue fluttering over her nipple.

Diane finally released the succulent little nubbin and straightened up.  She placed a hand on the breast and then placed her other hand between the girl’s thighs, cupping her sex.  “You can make this as easy or as difficult as you like, little one.  Before you make that decision, though, let me tell you a little bit about what lies ahead for you so you can make an informed decision.”

Sarah tensed as she felt the two hands touching her in such an unwanted way.  This was just not right!

“You were a lot of work,” Diane continued.  “You were probably my most difficult project ever.  But you will be worth every ounce of effort once the transaction is completed.”

Sarah furrowed her brow in confusion.  She was a lot of work?  What did that mean?  And what did the wackadoo mean about transaction?  This made no sense.

“You can scream in here all you want,” said the wackadoo.  “Nobody will hear you.  Even when I take you outside, you can scream all you want.  The closest home is seven miles away.  But keep in mind that your shrieks will grow tiring after awhile.  I would hate to silence you, but I will if I grow weary of your piercing screeches.  I think you will also not like it when you are unable to speak.  But the drug is very effective.  It will completely neutralize your vocal cords.”

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine.  Things kept shifting on her.  At first, she thought she was going to get raped.  Then she thought she was kidnapped for ransom, although her family would hardly be able to pay any ransom money.  But now, it seemed that she had been stalked for some other purpose.  And it seemed that purpose was very dark indeed.  Had she entered the world of white slavery?

Diane noticed that the girl remained silent and smiled.  There was hope for her.  “Let me show you my assignment.”

Diane went to the counter against the wall and returned with a picture.  She held it up for Sarah to see, causing Sarah to gasp.

“How did you get that picture of me?” she asked.

“Wait!” she went on.  “Where was that taken?  I don’t recognize it.”

“Wait!  I don’t have a suit like that!”  The picture showed her in a setting that she did not recognize, wearing a bikini that she had never seen before.  She was posed coquettishly with her hands on her knees and her bottom angled away from the camera.  It was her for sure.  But she had never seen the background.  She had never posed that way.  And she had never worn that bikini.

“It’s not you, sweetie,” Diane replied.  She placed her hand on Sarah’s breast and squeezed it again, causing Sarah to tense once more.  “That was my assignment; to find an identical match for this girl.”

“And you are as identical as possible,” Diane went on.  “Even you couldn’t tell the difference.  You are the same weight and the same height.  I was concerned about breast size.  You could have been wearing a padded bra.  But I ruled that out in the store, if you’ll recall.  And we took a few measurements while you were sleeping.  Not a single measurement was more than a centimeter or centiliter off from the specs.  Not even identical twins are that identical.”

Sarah blinked, not quite understanding what she was hearing.  “But why?  Why would someone look for someone who looked like someone else?”

Diane shrugged her shoulders.  “Beats me.  That’s of no concern to me.  Maybe they want matched ponies.  Maybe they are planning a series of porn flicks starring the twins.  I don’t know.  But once I sell you to them…. or him… or her… or whoever your new owner is, you’ll figure it all out.”

Sarah gasped again.  “Sell me?  Owner?  What is this?  You are starting to creep me out.  And get your hands away from me!”  Diane’s finger had been stroking her labia, which were wet, much to Sarah’s chagrin.  She felt like she was an unwilling accomplice to her own kidnapping and abuse, and possible rape.

Diane slipped a finger between the wet folds of the girl on the table.  “You’ll get used to being touched and handled.  That’s my job.  That’s why they pay me the big bucks.  That’s how I’ll earn my two million.”

Sarah gasped yet again.  “Two million?”

“Yep,” smiled Diane as she gave the breast another squeeze and probed her finger deeper into the girl.  “That’s how much they’re paying me for the girl who looks like the one in the picture.  It has to make you proud to know that you’re worth so much.”

Sarah groaned.  It was white slavery after all.  She would end up in a brothel, she was sure, with the other poor girl in the picture.  How else could they justify paying that much money to have her kidnapped?

She had to think.  How could she get out of here?  Clearly her parents could not pay that kind of money as ransom.  And escape at the moment was out of the question.  She was naked and bound.  There was no way she could free herself right now.  But maybe she could win their trust.  And then, maybe she would be able to escape.

Sarah heard the door open and lifted her head.  Another female had entered the room where she was being held captive but this one was much younger.  She looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen.

But this female was the most bizarre thing that Sarah had ever seen.  She was naked but for the pink collar that circled her neck and the steel shackles that were around her ankles and wrists.  And she was hairless!  There was not a single hair on her head.  Even her eyebrows were missing.  Her pubic hair was also gone.  She looked like some kind of pink-skinned alien.

In a way, it was probably good that the girl was naked or Sarah would not know if it was a boy or a girl.  Her feminine curves had not yet fully developed and, with her narrow, boyish hips, she could easily have been mistaken for a male.  The only things that gave away her gender were her denuded pussy and the small mounds on her chest where her breasts were beginning to bud.

“Ooooooo!!!!” the girl squealed.  “My doll is awake!!!”

The girl creature came over to where Sarah was bound and stood beside the table, letting her eyes roam over the captive’s nudity.  She reached out and poked a finger at the side of the breast closest to her, denting in the flesh.

“She’s so soft, Mommy,” the girl said.

Sarah’s eyes opened wide.  This was Diane’s daughter?  How could a mother treat a daughter like this?  She looked more like some kinky version of a sex slave.”

“Yes, baby,’ agreed Diane.  “She’s soft and warm and cuddly.  Isn’t she just beautiful?”

The girl stroked a hand over Sarah’s belly and then let it glide up to capture one of the full breasts that stood proudly on the prisoner’s chest.  She squeezed it and held it for a moment before shifting to the other one.  In the meantime, Diane’s finger started to slowly pump in and out of Sarah’s sex.

“Oh yes.  She’s beautiful,” the girl said.  “She’s so perfect.”

Diane slipped her finger out of Sarah and held it up to her daughter’s face.  Sarah blushed as she saw it glistening in the light with her lubrication.  Why would her body betray her like that?

“Taste her, baby,” Diane said.  “Tell me how sweet she is.”

The girl opened her mouth and tilted her head forward, eagerly taking the coated finger into her mouth.  She glided her lips up and down the finger almost as if she were giving a blowjob.  And she made little cooing sounds as she licked the digit clean.

“Mmmm,” she said, once the finger was removed.  “She’s so good; so sweet.  When do I get to play with her?”

“In a little while, sweetie,” Diane said.  “I have some thing I have to take care of with her first.  She just woke up.  But you’ll get to play with your new doll soon.”

The girl stuck out her lower lip and pouted.  “Well, don’t take too long.  I can’t wait forever.”

Diane laughed.  “Well, you’ll just have to wait.  Now run along before you earn a spanking.”

The girl giggled at that.  “Maybe I want a spanking, Mommy.”

Diane looked at the girl crossly, causing the denuded wonder to get a serious look on her face.  “Okay, I’ll leave.”  Then she skipped to the door, humming a children’s tune, and let herself out.

“Was that really your daughter?” asked Sarah.

“Yep,” replied Diane.  “That’s my daughter.”

“Why is she naked?  Why is she shaved?  Why does she have on that collar and those shackles?”

“Well, in addition to being my daughter, she’s also my slave.”

“Wow!!” breathed Sarah.  This truly was a strange place.

Diane slipped her finger back into Sarah and started slowly gliding it in and out again.  With her other hand, she started to toy with the nipple, causing it to stiffen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” complained Sarah.

“You’ll get used to it,” Diane responded.  “Right now, I just need to prepare you for some pictures and the rest of the measurements.”

Sarah gasped.  “Please, no pictures.  I can’t be seen like this.”

Diane laughed.  “You’ll get used to that too.  Soon it won’t bother you at all to be displayed or touched or used.”

For the next thirty minutes, Diane busied herself taking pictures of Sarah and making odd measurements.  Every conceivable angle was memorialized by the camera.  A little instrument that looked like pliers was used to measure the diameter of her nipples.

“We need to measure these when they are aroused,” explained Diane.  “We couldn’t do that when you were sleeping.”

Sarah groaned as a speculum was inserted, wondering what that could possibly be used for in taking measurements.  That question was soon answered as a rod was inserted into her sex and pushed inward until it banged painfully against her cervix.  Diane took a picture of the rod and then extracted it to take pictures of Sarah’s gaping pussy, bringing more crimson to the bound girl’s cheeks.

“I need to adjust you now,” said Diane after taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures.  “Will you be a good girl?”

“Probably not,” replied Sarah.

Diane laughed.  “At least you’re honest.  Frankly, it won’t bother me if you misbehave.  I just love punishing bad girls.”

After Sarah was adjusted, she wondered why Diane had even asked the question.  There had been no point where she could have fought back or tried to escape.  Diane had rolled her onto her tummy.  Then her ankle bindings were detached from the table and reattached to a rope running from the wall.  A motor started whirring and she felt herself being pulled off the table as the bindings on her wrists were relaxed.  When she was halfway off the table, her wrists were secured again and her legs were lowered and spread and attached to rings on the floor.

Diane took more pictures and Sarah squealed and protested as she felt the older woman violating her ass.  She blushed furiously as a series of probes was inserted into her rectum, each one a little thicker than the last.

“We’re almost finished,” Diane said.  “Then you can go play with Elizabeth.”

Oh great, thought Sarah sarcastically.  Just what I was looking forward to.

Chapter 3

“Stop it!” Sarah shouted.  But the pulsing motion just kept going on despite her loud protest.

Sarah shook her head in disbelief as she looked down and saw the younger teenager sucking on her left nipple.  She was lying on her side and was bound with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together.  A chain went from her wrists to her ankles and kept her back bent slightly.

Little bald Elizabeth was sucking hungrily on the breast almost as if she expected it to offer milk.  Occasionally, she would release the nipple and giggle and say something ridiculous like “you taste so yummy,” or “I’m sure glad we own you.”  Then she would resume sucking, occasionally shifting to the other breast and palpating them with her hands.

Sarah didn’t like this treatment at all but she supposed that it was better than the treatment she received for the last measurements that Diane took a little earlier.  That was truly humiliating.

Dian had strapped her into a seat that was attached to a machine.  When she turned on the machine, the chair started bouncing up and down.  This had the effect of animating her breasts which bounced and jiggled with the movements of the chair.  Then Diane pulled out a second camera and started filming the motions of the bound girl’s breasts, recording each jiggle and jerk.

“They’re just as firm as I suspected,” said Diane as she recorded all of the wild motions of the lively orbs of flesh.  “Not a lot of movement.  Most girls flop all over the place.  I even had one a couple of months ago who kept banging her chin.  That was funny to watch but it certainly decreases a girl’s value on the market.”

Finally, Diane turned off the machine and sat at the computer.  “Now we just upload all of this and wait for instructions.”

What did that mean?  What did any of this mean?  By now, she had resigned herself to the fact that she was kidnapped and would be sold into slavery.  But what was with the instructions that Diane was waiting for?  And why were they looking for a clone of that girl in the picture?

“Could you stop that now?” Sarah asked as she watched Elizabeth’s cheeks puffing in and out with the suckling.  “They’re getting sore.”

“Oh, I wish I could,” replied Elizabeth.  “But you’re too delicious to stop.  I could gobble you all up.  I’m a growing girl, yanno.”

Sarah shook her head in disbelief.  “Do you know what’s going to happen to me?”  At least if she was going to be stuck with the younger girl, she might be able to learn something about her future.

Elizabeth let the nipple slide from her lips.  “Yep,” she responded before sucking it back in and nursing on it.

Sarah raised her eyebrows at the short response, expecting more details in the reply.  “So what’s going to happen to me?”

Sarah watched the nipple pop free again.  It was shiny from the girl’s saliva and looked swollen and red.  “I’m not allowed to say,” said Elizabeth.

Sarah groaned and watched as Elizabeth shifted her attention to the other nipple to torment it some more.  She couldn’t believe how she was being treated.  She thought back to the night of her abduction.  How long ago was that?  She didn’t have any idea because she had been drugged after she had been kidnapped.  She assumed that it was less than a week ago, though.

She tried to think of what clues the police might have.  There was the video camera in the store.  But Diane had disguised herself well.  Even she didn’t recognize her captor.  There was another video camera in the back lot but, with the parking lot light out, that probably wouldn’t provide much information.

Maybe Diane had left some fingerprints.  She must have touched something in the store.  And then she remembered that the woman had paid in cash.  Maybe they would find some prints on one of the hundred dollar bills.  That seemed to be her only real hope.  She groaned in despair as she wondered what life ahead of her held in store.  She was not sure that she could be too hopeful, though.

Diane finally came back into the room.  “Time to give her up, baby.”

“Awwww, Mommy!!!” complained Elizabeth.  “She’s so delicious.  And I haven’t even tasted anything but her nipples yet.”

Diane furrowed her brow.  “Yes you did.  You tasted her pussy on my finger earlier.  And you’ll get to taste that again later.  But I need her back now.  You can taste her all you want after I make the alterations.”

Sarah gasped at the words.  Alterations?  What did that mean?  This did not sound good at all.  She prepared herself to be able to fight and run at the first chance she got, hoping that there would be a chance before any alterations could be made.

The woman released the chain between Sarah’s wrists and ankles and then replaced the link that held the ankles together with a short piece of chain.  This would allow the girl to walk but with tiny steps.  Any hope of escape would have to wait for another time.  Sarah followed reluctantly behind the woman using short, mincing steps with her wrists still secured behind her back.

“Why am I being treated like a prisoner?” she asked as they moved down a long hallway past many doors.

Diane stopped for a moment and patted the girl’s cheek.  “Because you are a prisoner, dear.  It’s for your own good really.  We couldn’t risk having you harm yourself or damage yourself by foolishly trying to escape.”

Sarah gasped as they passed an open door.  Inside was another girl lying on a bed and apparently sleeping.  She was naked but for her heavily bandaged chest.  The space looked like some kind of hospital room.

Diane heard the gasp and explained.  “She’s almost healed from one of her alterations.  But don’t start worrying.  Yours are very minor compared to what was ordered for her.  Your breasts are perfect and don’t need to be augmented one bit.”

This drew another gasp from Sarah.  Not only did they kidnap girls here but they surgically altered them.  How was she going to be changed?  She trembled with fear with each step she took.

“Now hop up in this chair, precious girl,” said Diane once they arrived at the destination.  She grasped Sarah’s shoulders and guided her back into the chair.  Then she unfastened the chain that had been hobbling the prisoner and bound them to two pads that went out from the seat of the chair.  Once the ankles were secure, the wrists were freed and then each arm was bound to an arm of the chair.  Finally, a strap was pulled tightly across her chest above her breasts and another one went below her breasts.  She was completely immobilized.

“Eve should be in here shortly,” Diane said.  “We’re going to give you a little haircut.”

“No!!!  Wait!!!” blurted Sarah as she remembered bald Elizabeth.  “Please don’t shave my head!!!”

Diane laughed.  “Silly girl.  We aren’t going to shave your head.  We’re just giving you a different style.”  Currently, Sarah’s long blonde hair hung almost to her waist.  She liked her hair long and usually wore it in a ponytail, although it had been left free since her arrival at this place.

Less than a minute later, a naked woman entered the room.  Why was everyone naked around here, wondered Sarah.  Diane was the only person she had seen since her arrival with any clothing on.

“This is Eve, Sarah,” said Diane.  “She’s here to style your hair.”  Eve appeared to be about thirty and was very pretty.  She had platinum blonde hair that was stylishly cut at chin level.  She had large, firm breasts that almost sat like flesh-colored snow cones on her chest and she had wide gold hoops piercing her nipples.  Her slender waist gave way to feminine, flaring hips.  And she was nicely tanned all over, making a striking contrast to her almost white hair.

“Hello, Sarah,” smiled Eve.  Sarah trembled slightly and remained silent, nervous about what was going to happen next.

Eve turned to Diane and spoke.  “She’s adorable, Mistress.  You have outdone yourself this time.”

“Thank you, pet,” smiled Diane.  “Yes, she’s a pretty little thing.”

Then Diane handed several pictures to Eve.  “Here’s your assignment.  I need a perfect match.”

Eve looked at the pictures and then stepped behind Sarah, lifting her hair and letting it run through her fingers.  “This shouldn’t be a problem at all.  She has full, rich, lustrous hair.  And the color is already a good match.”

For the next thirty minutes, Eve snipped and brushed and snipped some more.  Sarah groaned as she watched her precious locks falling to the floor.  But at least she wasn’t being shaved.  Several times, Eve’s breasts brushed against Sarah’s face as she leaned in to work, causing the bound girl to blush each time she felt the warm, soft mounds.

Finally, Eve held up the mirror.  Gone were the long amber locks.  In their place, Sarah saw her hair elegantly coiffed at shoulder length.  It was not her style but it looked nice.  And at least she wasn’t bald.

“She looks divine,” said Diane who had been sitting and watching the progress.  “Nice job, Eve.  You’ll get to climax today for that.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”  Sarah just furrowed her brow in confusion at the exchange.

Diane walked to the chair that held the girl and reached out, tugging lightly on the blonde tuft of pubic hair.  “This goes next.”

Sarah gasped and opened her eyes wide in surprise.  “Wait!!!  No!!!! Please don’t cut that off!!!”

Diane patted the girl’s cheek again.  “We have to, girl.  You are a special order.  We have to satisfy the customer.  And he was very specific in his needs.”

There it was again.  Special order.  What did that mean?  And now the woman was talking about a customer.  Now she was absolutely convinced that she had been kidnapped by some sort of white slavery ring.  And now she knew that she was going to be sold to a male.

Sarah groaned again as the chair was adjusted and her legs were drawn apart.  She groaned yet again as she looked down across her nudity and saw Eve’s scissors snipping away her treasured little tuft of hair.  After the scissors reduced the bush to stubble, Eve lathered up the girl’s mound and then swiped the razor through the foam, removing the last vestiges of hair.

“Let me just adjust your legs,” said Eve.  Sarah’s legs were lifted and remained separated.  She blushed as she realized that her bottom and her sex were lewdly on display.  The razor swiped through the little valley between the beautifully rounded globes of Sarah’s ass, causing the girl to blush even more.

“She’s a wet one,” observed Eve as she turned her attention to Sarah’s labia and upper thighs.  Entire new shads of red were achieved by the blushing girl as Eve swabbed a towel between Sarah’s thighs to mop up her juices of arousal.  Sarah silently cursed her body again for betraying her.  How could she show signs of arousal when she was being humiliated and degraded so badly?

Finally, Eve was finished with all of her barbering chores.  She ran a finger down each of the slick labia and then looked up at Diane.  “May I, Mistress?”

“Sure, pet,” nodded Diane.  “Have fun.”

Eve smiled brightly.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

She bent her head forward and kissed the captive’s freshly denuded mound, drawing a gasp from the girl.  Then she trailed a tongue downward until she reached Sarah’s clit.  At the same time, she pushed a finger into the bound girl and started slowly moving it in and out.

Sarah gasped at the way she was being treated.  She had never been with another girl and had never wanted to.  She shouted at Eve.  “Get away from me, you pervert!!!  Get away from me!!!”

Diane got up from her chair and crossed the room.  She placed a hand on each of the proud breasts and squeezed them gently as Eve’s tongue and finger continued to move.  “Now, no, girl.  Everything is fine.  Eve just likes giving girls pleasure.  You should be nice to her after what she has already done for you.”

“Well, I don’t want pleasure from her,” replied Sarah.

“You don’t have any choice in the matter, dear,” said Diane.  She was focusing on the nipples now, rolling them back and forth and stretching them away from Sarah’s chest occasionally.  “It’s my decision.”

Sarah screamed and shouted for help as the finger and tongue kept assaulting her.  She did not want this at all.  At the same time, Diane kept toying with the girl’s nipples and wondering how Sarah would react to the next indignity she faced.  She did not think that the new slave would like it at all.

Sarah screamed again and Diane dug her fingernails into the sensitive little buds, causing the captive to screech again.  “Listen to me, little one.  Your screaming will bring you no help and I find it quite annoying.  I don’t want to gag you or use the drugs to silence you but I will if you keep this up.”

“Please get her away from me,” begged Sarah, sobbing as the tongue kept lapping and the finger kept pushing into her.

“Eve, continue,” said Diane.  Sarah groaned.  This was horrible!!!

Despite her efforts to avoid climax, Sarah finally lost her battle.  She concentrated on her upcoming graduation.  She tried to envision her first year in college.  She worked on math problems.  But the efforts between her thighs and on her breasts eventually overwhelmed her.  She let out a loud groan, her body tensing then shuddering, as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  She was so disgusted with herself.

Eve left after lowering Sarah’s legs again.  Sarah remained in the chair as Diane busied herself at a counter along the wall.  She eventually returned to Sarah, carrying a metal tray which she set on a table beside the chair.

“This won’t take long at all, sweetie,” said Diane.  “But I need to place one more strap on you before we begin.”

A leather strap was drawn across the girl’s forehead and then tightened.  Sarah could not raise her head or even turn to either side.  Diane picked something off the tray and placed it on Sarah’s chest as she gathered other items from the tray.  These too were placed on the prisoner’s chest.  Sarah tried to identify what they were but couldn’t figure them out.  One was heavy and cold and made of metal.  Another was light and fluffy.  The third item was also light but she could tell from its cold temperature that it was also metal.

Diane picked up the heavy item.  “This will be over before you know it.  You’ll feel a little pinch and then you’re past the worst of it.”

Sarah was visibly trembling at this point.  “Please don’t do it.  Please don’t hurt me.  Please, please, please.”

Diane ignored the pleas and moved the tool to the girl’s face.  Sarah felt something being inserted into each of her nostrils, stretching them outward.  She continued to beg for mercy but Diane continued to ignore her.

“Oooowwwww!!!” she screeched.  Pain erupted in her nose and she saw stars before her eyes.

Diane removed the tool and held a piece of gauze to the girl’s nose, pressing it against both sides of the septum to stop the bleeding.  She held it there for a couple of minutes until the bleeding stopped.  Sarah sobbed and pleaded the whole time.

Eventually, Diane removed the gauze and picked up the third item from Sarah’s chest.  Sarah felt something being pushed through her septum.  Oh my gosh, she though.  She pierced my nose!!!

Diane held a mirror up for Sarah to see her new decoration.  “We’ll eventually replace that with a ring but we don’t want it catching on anything while you’re healing.”  Sarah groaned at what she saw.  It looked like a little gold horseshoe had been run through her nose.  At each end was a little gold ball that rested on her upper lip.

Chapter 4

The next three weeks were hellish for Sarah.  She never would have imagined that she could possibly feel so helpless and vulnerable.  She had no control over anything including her body functions and her body’s reactions.

Each night, she was stuffed in a cage.  It was too short for her to stand.  It was not long enough for her to lie flat.  The only thing she could do was curl up on her side in a fetal position as she cried herself to sleep.  And that was the good part of the day.

Each morning, Elizabeth would retrieve her from the cage, although she would not be released from the cage until she knelt with her wrists behind her back near the edge of the cage.  As soon as Elizabeth cuffed her, the door would be opened and she could waddle out on her knees.

Elizabeth would take her to the bathroom where she could relieve herself under the bald wonder’s supervision.  Then the young teenager would shower her and scrub her body with a stiff brush.  The bristles stung and hurt her sensitive flesh at first but, after the first week, it was less painful.  Was her skin becoming calloused?

Her breakfast was served to her in a dog bowl set on a low shelf.  She knelt in front of the shelf and scooped at the gruel with her tongue since her hands were useless behind her back.  Then Elizabeth would wipe the gruel off her cheeks and deliver the captive to Diane for whatever training or processing was on the schedule.

Everything that happened to her seemed to be designed to humiliate her and to break down her will to resist.  She still harbored hope that she would escape or be rescued but that light at the end of the tunnel grew dimmer by the day.

Each day contained basically the same activities, although the order was always different, keeping her on edge.  She did not like any of the activities although she quickly learned not to voice her opinion.  On her third day, she had been paddled severely for complaining about her treatment.  She could not sit for days without wincing and it took over a week for the bruises to fade away.  After that punishment, she became very compliant and much less defiant.

“You have to be more vocal, little one,” said Diane as she caressed the outer swells of Sarah’s breasts.  Sarah was suspended in air with ropes leading from each of her four cuffs to four posts.  A male was standing between her legs, pounding his beefy cock into her sex, causing her body to bounce and her breasts to jiggle with each thrust.  “Your owner will want to hear his property as he uses it.”

“I can’t, Mistress,” she whimpered.  She had quickly learned to use the title of Mistress to avoid being punished again.  “I’m so ashamed.”

Diane leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips.  “That’s why I’m keeping you here for a few weeks before delivering you to your new owner, pet.  We need to condition you.  We need to peel away all of your old inhibitions.”

That’s when Diane came up with an idea.  She wasn’t sure if it would work.  She had never tried this approach before.  But it was her innovative approaches that caused customers to keep coming to her.  And her cleverness was what earned her this two million dollar assignment.

“That’s enough, Ralph,” Diane told the male.  “Thank you for your assistance this morning.”

“Diane,” he groaned as he looked down at the ripe body swinging in the bindings before him and impaled on his cock.  “Just another minute.  I’m almost there.”

“I said that’s enough, Ralph.  Now, be on your way.”

Ralph groaned again.  He reluctantly withdrew his cock from the girl’s perfect body.  Then he got dressed and left.

“Send in Eve,” said Diane before the male left the room.

A few minutes later, the naked Eve emerged into the room.  Diane drew her aside and spoke to her quietly, outlining her plan.  Then Eve knelt between Sarah’s outstretched legs and used her lips and tongue to pleasure the girl.

Sarah was brought close to climax over and over again but each time, right before she was about to explode, Eve would stop.  She would wait a few minutes for Sarah to settle down and then would begin again.  Sarah started to whimper after a few of these start and stop episodes.

After nearing orgasm a dozen times, Diane told her to stop again.  “Take a break.  Send in Elizabeth.  But I’ll need you again shortly.”

Elizabeth came into the room and Diane gave her the same instructions.  Then the bald wonder knelt between the girl’s legs and repeated the actions of her slave sister, Eve.  Quickly, Sarah was moaning and groaning as she was tormented by the talented tongue.  It was torture!

Eve came back in and spelled Elizabeth.  Each time Sarah would get close to an orgasm, the tongue would stop moving.  It was agony!

Sarah was quite vocal at this point.  She was so frustrated that she would have done anything to achieve an orgasm.  She would have even signed her life away into slavery at that point.  She just needed relief.  It was cruel!

This continued for hours with Eve and Elizabeth performing a sort of pornographic tag team event.  Sarah was begging for relief.  She moaned and groaned and grunted and wailed.  It was horrendous!

Diane had been recording this for future reference in case the approach worked.  After several hours of the exquisite torment, she slid a table into the center of the room and she and Eve lifted Sarah onto it.  The bindings still held her spread eagle but at least now, her cuffs were not supporting all of her weight.  And the exquisite tormented continued on for more hours.

Occasionally, Diane would walk over to the bound girl and stroke a thigh or squeeze a breast.  Several times, she slipped a finger into Sarah’s sex and then painted the girl’s lips with her juices.  The first time, Sarah twisted her head away.  After that, though, she let Diane coat her lips in hopes that compliance would cause the mistress to take pity on her and allow her to climax.

Finally, Diane called a halt to the training exercise.  It was close to midnight and she had to let her other two slaves get some rest.  She had another idea, though, that she wanted to try out.

She left Sarah on the table bound as she had been throughout the evening and most of the afternoon.  There was no risk of her falling off with her limbs stretched in all directions.  She threw a sheet and a blanket over the girl to keep her warm.  And then she placed headphones over Sarah’s ears.  She would listen to her own sounds all night.

Right before leaving the girl for the night, Diane sucked one of her nipples into her mouth and pulsed it, further arousing Sarah and increasing her agony.  Eve was assigned to do the same with the other nipple and the bound prisoner was once again wailing.  She thought she was going to pop.  Then Diane led Eve out of the room and Sarah was left to listen to all of her sounds from the day.

It was not difficult for Sarah to fall asleep after the throbbing in her nipples subsided.  She was exhausted from the many hours of torment.  But each time she woke up, she would hear the coos and aahhs and gurgles that she had emitted under the lash of the two expert tongues.  She would eventually fall asleep again, with the soundtrack of the debauchery playing in her head.

“Let us begin again,” said Diane the next morning.  Elizabeth had been in the room earlier.  She had pushed the table away so that Sarah hung from her wrists and ankles again.  Then she had used a hose to wash down and shampoo the captive teenager.

Ralph stood between her thighs again and she tensed as she saw him coating his erection with some kind of lubricant.  She groaned as he sliced his cock fully into her sex with a single thrust and then became a chorus of moans and mewls and coos and gasps.

Diane smiled as she watched and listened.  Another girl had been tamed and properly trained to be a sex toy.  She almost dreaded the upcoming day when the transition would be finished.  She would prefer to keep this girl as her own.  Sarah was turning out to be her masterpiece.  But then again, two million dollars was worthy of a masterpiece.  And, after all, she was a business woman.  She was a merchant.  And her merchandise was beautiful girls.  She was a slaver.

Ralph got to pound away longer than yesterday, much to his relief.  And, to the surprise of both Diane and Sarah, Sarah climaxed as the huge pole was thrust into her over and over again.  Sarah realized that she was close to another orgasm when she heard Ralph grunt and tense.  She knew he had just climaxed inside of her and groaned as she realized her next orgasm would have to wait.  But she wanted it now!

Sarah was finally released from the four poles.  She had been attached to them for a long time.  Elizabeth came into the room and led the blonde slavegirl away to provide her with some breakfast.  And then it was off to another day of training and conditioning.

Today started with practice in servicing females.  Eve was her instructor and Sarah soon found herself kneeling at the beautiful slave’s feet.  She had balked at this exercise the first time during the early days of her captivity.  She had never done anything like this before and she thought it was perverted and disgusting.  But she quickly learned that performing the perverted and disgusting act was preferable to the many was she was punished when she tried to refuse.

“That’s it, Sarah,” Eve praised her as the new slave’s tongue fluttered over her clit.  “You’re getting much better.  Now curl your tongue and push it into me.”

Obediently, Sarah curled her tongue and stabbed it into the senior slave’s sex.  She felt Eve’s juices smearing onto her cheeks as she did this.  Again, she would have been revolted by this only a few weeks earlier but now she accepted it as a fact of her new life.  It wasn’t the taste that offended her.  She had learned that pussies don’t taste bad at all and Eve actually tasted good to her.  But the idea of girls pleasuring other girls had been hard to adjust to.

Eve looked down at the beautiful blonde teenager and stroked the girl’s hair.  Sarah actually had gotten much better at this and Eve truly enjoyed having the talented little tongue pleasuring her.  Diane had talked about capturing a girl for her that Eve could keep as a pet.  She wished that this little cutie could be that girl but she knew that would never happen.  Sarah was due to be shipped to her new owner at the end of the week.

“Pretty girl,” said Eve as she brushed the backs of her fingers across Sarah’s cheek.  Eve wondered how Sarah would feel when title to her body was transferred.  It must make a girl feel even more helpless and hopeless than before, she assumed.  That had never happened to her.  She was captured by Diane two years earlier and she had been kept as the mistress’ personal slave ever since.  She was never subjected to the demoralizing and dehumanizing act of being sold.

“Ooooo!!!” squealed Eve as Sarah started experimenting with a new tongue movement.  Her belly was quivering and her legs were shaking slightly.  “Good girl.  Keep up that movement.”

Sarah felt oddly proud of the praise she was receiving.  It was strange to feel happy that she was doing a good job when she was doing a job that she would prefer not to be doing at all.  But she kept fluttering her tongue over the juicy clit before her until she heard Eve groan and saw her body tense.

Sarah looked up at the beautiful slave and saw the ripe, full, ringed breasts rising and falling rapidly with her ragged breathing.  Eve had been a chorus of soft coos and moans throughout Sarah’s efforts and only stopped her symphony to say something to Sarah.  Even now, the platinum slave was making little mewling and purring sounds.

Punishment time was next on today’s agenda.  It was not as if she did anything to deserve punishment.  Each day, she was subjected to some new form of punishment or torture and Sarah assumed that it was just so that she knew what each one was.  It was a sort of sampler pack.

Today, she learned what a horse was and what kind of pain it could inflict on a naked girl.  Elizabeth supervised this section and had Sarah straddle what initially looked like a balance beam.  Once she was on it, however, she learned that it was quite different from the balance beams she remembered.

The long wooden beam was shaped like an upside down V with the point of the V rounded and smoothed.  Elizabeth had Sarah settle herself onto the beam, which she did.  The hard wood was uncomfortable as it pressed up against her body but she could endure this, she was sure.

The next step was to secure her wrists behind her back.  This made it a little more difficult to support herself with her hands but it was still bearable.  And she could still push off the ground with her feet when she needed to relieve herself.  What Elizabeth did next made things noticeably worse.

Elizabeth circled each ankle with a leather cuff and then, one by one, lifted Sarah’s feet behind her.  Snaps on the cuffs were attached to rings on the underside of the beam.  Sarah was no longer able to use her feet to support her weight and it was becoming more uncomfortable.

The next change moved things from uncomfortable to painful.  Elizabeth attached a rope to the links between the two handcuffs.  The rope ran up to the ceiling and through a pulley.  When Elizabeth pulled on the rope, Sarah’s arms were drawn higher into the air causing strain in her shoulders.  It also tilted the captive girl forward a bit and Sarah found that her entire weight was being supported by her clit.  She groaned as she felt her sensitive little bud being crushed beneath her.

A final attachment marked the official beginning of the punishment.  Sarah’s pierced nose had healed and the horseshoe had been replaced by a gold ring.  Elizabeth clipped another rope to the ring and, when she pulled on the rope that ran through another pulley on the ceiling, Sarah’s head was drawn upward.  She quickly became a quivering ball of female pain.

Diane entered the room to inspect her daughter’s work.  She ran her palm over Sarah’s nudity, admiring the firm but quaking flesh.  She could see the strain in the muscles and the agony in the girl’s face.  But Sarah remained silent.  She had already learned that protests only earned her more punishment.

“Welcome to the horse, little one,” said the mistress as she ran her palms over the smooth orbs of the girl’s bottom, admiring the tight muscles there.  “This is usually only used for severe infractions.  But I wanted you to experience it at least once so you knew enough to try to avoid it.”

“It hurts so much, Mistress,” groaned Sarah.  She hoped that complaint did not earn her more punishment.

“I know it does, sweetie,” said Diane who had positioned herself to stroke and squeeze the breasts that were dangling downward from the girl’s chest.  “But it displays you so nicely.”

Sarah groaned again as she felt Diane stroking her breasts almost as if milking them.  She felt the pressure in her nose and had to be careful to keep her head tilted up for fear that she might tear out the ring.

Diane continued to amuse herself with the full breasts, squeezing them and stroking them.  Occasionally, she would slap one of them and then watch as the beautiful orb swung back and forth like a pink, soft metronome.

“Only two minutes left,” Diane announced after what seemed like an eternity to Sarah but which, in fact, had only been a little over ten minutes.

“Oh god,” groaned Sarah.  Her entire body was suffering from the pain emanating from her mashed clit.  She wasn’t sure if she would survive another couple of minutes.  It felt like her body was being sliced in two.

Finally, Elizabeth was brought back in and released Sarah in the reverse order that she had been bound.  Sarah was whimpering and sobbing by the time she was able to support her weight with her legs and vowed to herself that she would be very obedient in the future to avoid ever being subjected to this kind of punishment again.

She had a lesson on etiquette.  She had a session where she practiced blowjobs.  Some days, she was peed on and other days she would be a human toilet, forced to drink piss.  She was fisted each day.  She was exercised.  She was fucked in the ass.  At the end of each day, she would be stuffed back into her cage where she would be stored until the next day.  And then it would begin again.  The only change from day to day was the order in which the indignities were inflicted upon her.

To be continued

Chapter 5

Sarah woke up in familiar surroundings.  She was sheathed in darkness and felt the foamy stuff packed against her body again, keeping her immobile.  She swallowed and realized the feeding tube had been inserted again.  She could feel vibrations.  And then she passed out again.

She briefly woke up several more times before she realized what was happening.  She was being taken to the person who had ordered her capture.  She was on her way to being sold!  But before she could worry too much about that, she passed out again.

One of the times she woke up to find the vibrations had changed.  It felt different and the humming noises in the background had changed too.  She listened for voices but heard none before she passed out yet again.

She woke up again; sort of.  She was groggy and it felt like her mind was full of fuzz.  She could not move a muscle, even for something as simple as opening her eyes.  But she had all of her other senses.

The foamy material no longer pressed against her body.  She was lying on a table and it felt like she was naked.  And she heard voices.

“She should be coming around soon and I should be leaving.”  It was Diane’s voice.  “I have learned that it’s best if I’m not around when the merchandise wakes up.  But all of the tubes have been removed.  And now that the IV is out, the drugs should wear off soon.”

“I understand,” said a second voice that she did not recognize.  She could not place the accent either.  It was a female voice, which confused her.  She thought she was being bought by a male.  “You know what’s best in these situations.”

“You’ve done well, Diane,” the second voice continued.  She felt a hand on her left breast, squeezing her mound.  “She looks perfect.  And she looks like a perfect match.”

“Thank you,” replied Diane.  “It was a challenging assignment.  But tell me one thing.  Why did you want a match?  Most people want some variety.”

The second woman laughed.  “Call me eccentric.  I’m not like most people.  I wanted a match mostly for my own entertainment.  I like my other girl and I thought it would be amusing to have another one just like her.  I’ll pair them up for display or for entertaining guests.  And I thought it would be nice to have identical girls kneeling on either side of me when I sit on the throne.”

Throne?  What did that mean, wondered Sarah.

“I’m sure she’ll look wonderful beside your throne,” said Diane.  “And I think you’ll find her very pleasing.  She’s very bright.  She was a very quick study.”

“Ha!” said the woman with the accent.  “I don’t buy girls for their brains.  I buy them for their bodies.  And as long as they have brains enough to obey, then I let them live.”

Sarah felt her breast squeezed again and felt a chill snake down her spine.  Let them live?  She couldn’t be serious!

“I think you’ll find her very obedient,” Diane said.  “That’s how I figured out that she was so smart.  She very quickly learned that obedience is best.”

The hand shifted and Sarah felt her nipple being squeezed and then rolled back and forth.  This was horrible!  Not only was she being sold but now she learned that she might be killed if she disobeyed.  But she was determined to live.  Someday she would escape.  She just had to stay alive long enough to do that.

“Then I like smart girls,” said the accented woman.

“I will be on my way, then,” Diane said.  “Enjoy your new pet.”

“I will walk you past the guards.  I would hate to have you added to my collection by mistake.  When I decide to collect you, you will know.  But you are useful to me for now, so you are safe.”

Sarah heard a nervous laugh coming from Diane and then heard footsteps and a door closing.  Guards?  What kind of place was this?  Who was this woman who had just bought her?  Dozens of questions raced through her mind and she didn’t have any answers for any of them.

She tried to move again.  Her eyelids worked this time and she looked up at the ceiling.  But her limbs didn’t budge.  She thought that she might be able to get up and find some clothes and maybe even escape.  But she discovered that she was lashed down securely to what seemed like a table.  The table must be huge, though, she thought.  Her arms and legs were stretched out in a spread eagle pose.  And multiple straps went around each limb, holding her down tightly.

She lifted her head and then it thumped back down on the cushion beneath her head.  She was still weak from the drugs.  She waited a few more minutes and then tried again.  She was stronger this time.  The drugs were wearing off.

She looked across her nudity and saw all of the straps that were binding her.  No wonder she couldn’t move a muscle.  Four straps captured each limb.  One was around her upper thigh.  Another was just above her knee.  Another was right below her knee.  And yet another secured her ankle.  Her arms were similarly secured with four straps each.

She turned her head and saw that she was not on a table at all.  Well, at least it wasn’t a normal table.  It was a horizontal cross that left her completely exposed and vulnerable from any direction.  She heard footsteps again.  She let her head drop back down onto the cushion.  Maybe if she pretended that she was still asleep, she would be left alone.

The footsteps entered the room.  She could tell by the clicking of the heels that it was the accented woman.  The woman clicked her way to Sarah and stood there for a few moments.  Then, she clicked herself away.  Sarah opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the heels.

The woman was tall; probably even taller than Diane.  She was very trim and shapely and looked attractive.  At least she did from behind.  She had long black hair that cascaded in curls to her waist.  Her skin was darker than Sarah’s although that did not take much.  Sarah had such fair skin that almost everyone was darker than her.

The woman turned to the side and Sarah saw her face.  Wow!  This was a surprise.  This was not a woman at all.  She was a girl.  And she looked to be about Sarah’s age; maybe even younger.  Who was this?

As she studied the girl longer, she thought that maybe she had been mistaken.  Certainly she had a young face.  And the face was beautiful with pouty lips and wide brown eyes.  But there was nothing young looking about her body.  She had a full womanly body with nicely flared hips and what looked like two mountains on her chest.  Her breasts were very large.

The girl/woman glanced at Sarah and Sarah quickly closed her eyes.  But she had been too late.  She was caught in the act of peeking.

“Ah,” the girl/woman said.  “My pantera is awake.”  Sarah heard the clicking moving toward her again.  It stopped beside the table where she was bound and, reluctantly, she opened her eyes.  The girl/woman was smiling down at her.

“Welcome to my home, little one.”  She rested her hand on Sarah’s belly and moved her palm in slow circles over the soft flesh.  “I am Gabrielle.  You belong to me now.”

Sarah opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a croak.  She was parched again.  Gabrielle moved her other hand to stroke the backs of her fingers over Sarah’s cheek.

“Diane said that you would have difficulty speaking.  Let me get you some juice.”  She clicked away again and then clicked back to her bound and naked prisoner.

Gabrielle lifted the girl’s head and then held a cup to her lips.  “Try this.  It’s lemonade.  I learned to like it when I lived in your country.”

Sarah parted her lips and took a sip.  She was worried that it might contain more drugs but she was so dry that she had no choice.  She sipped and swallowed as much as she was allowed to.  Finally, the cup was taken away.

“Can you talk now?” asked Gabrielle.

“I think so,” said Sarah raspily, confirming that she could.

“What was it that you wanted to say earlier?”

Sarah licked her lips to wet them and then opened her mouth to try again.  “Who are you?  And why did you have me kidnapped?”

Gabrielle smiled at the question and then bent down, kissing Sarah on the lips.  “I already told you that my name is Gabrielle.  I am Gabrielle Hernandez.  And I had you collected because I wanted a matching pantera for my girl.  She will be very surprised to learn that she has a new sister.  I hope she is pleased.”

Gabrielle ran her hands up Sarah’s sides and then moved them inward to press the girl’s breasts together.  She leaned down again and kissed the nipple of each of the bountiful orbs.

“Actually, it was my Papa who had you collected.”  She paused and kissed each nipple again, sucking the second one into her mouth and holding it there for a moment before continuing.  “I had asked him for a matching pantera.  So he gave you to me.  You are my birthday present.”

Sarah was aghast at the response.  She was a birthday present?!?!?!?  How insulting was that?!?!?!?  She couldn’t believe that this girl/woman could really believe that she was property to be given as a gift.  It was all so outrageous!

“Please stop touching me,” complained Sarah.  She knew she should be used to it by now after the three weeks with Diane.  But she wasn’t.  It still felt uncomfortable to be treated like some kind of sex object.

Gabriel brushed the backs of her fingers across Sarah’s cheeks again.  “That would be very difficult for me, my pantera.  You are too beautiful to ignore.”  Then she returned her hands to the twin mounds that adorned the new girl’s chest and stroked them softly.

“Why do you keep calling me pantera?” asked Sarah.  She wanted to protest the fondling again but she didn’t.  It would be futile.  “What does that mean?”

Gabrielle laughed softly.  “It means panther in my language.  You are now my little panther girl.”

Sarah furrowed her brow.  What did that mean?  And what language was she talking about?

“Where are you from?” asked Sarah.

“I am from here,” the captor replied.  “This is my home.”

“Where’s here?”

“Argentina.”

Sarah gasped at the news.  Not only had she been kidnapped but she also had been taken out of the country.  Her outlook for being rescued was growing dimmer by the day.

“You really are remarkably beautiful,” Gabrielle continued.  “And you are such a beautiful match with your pantera sister.”  One hand was still stroking a breast while the other hand had traveled down Sarah’s belly.  Fingers were stroking her labia, much to Sarah’s chagrin.  And to her horror, she could tell that her sex was wet.  Why does it keep acting that way?

“Thank you,” replied Sarah at the compliment.  She wanted to scream at this girl who was molesting her but she didn’t think that would be wise.  So she settled on a simple, short response.

The breast was finally abandoned and that hand was now stroking her belly.  Gabrielle would rub in slow circles for a moment and then would press down.  Then the process would be repeated.

“You are in really good shape,” admired Gabrielle.  “Do you play sports?”

Sarah blinked.  That seemed like an odd question to ask when you were groping and fondling someone against their will.  But everything about the last few weeks had been odd.  Why should it be any different today?”

“Yes,” replied Sarah.  I play field hockey and I swim.”

“Oh,” smiled Gabrielle.  “I played field hockey in high school.  And so did Emily.  We were on the same team, in fact.”

“Who is Emily?” asked Sarah.  Maybe if she could get a conversation going, the other girl would stop touching her.

“Emily is my other pantera,” said Gabrielle.  “She’s beautiful too; just like you.  Actually, exactly like you.  You two could be twins.”  Gabrielle slipped a finger into Sarah’s sex, causing Sarah to cringe.

The response surprised her.  If Emily and Gabrielle went to school together, then she wouldn’t be a slave.  Maybe there was hope for her after all.  Maybe she wouldn’t be a slave either.  But her hopes were dashed when Gabrielle continued.

“She was just so beautiful that I had to have her.  Papa gave her to me last year for my birthday.  And now she’s my prized possession; well one of them, anyway.  Now I have two prized possessions.”  She gave one of Sarah’s nipples a tweak and then giggled.  “You are my other one.”

“How old are you?” asked Sarah.  She couldn’t decide how old her captor was so she finally had to ask.

“I’m nineteen,” responded Gabrielle as she continued to stroke her finger in and out of the girl she now owned.  “I’m old enough to own girls now according to Papa.  And I own the two best girls in the world.  At least you will be the best girls after you finish your training.”

Sarah gulped at that response.  What kind of training did she have in mind?  She shuddered as she remembered all of Diane’s training and conditioning over the past few weeks.  Maybe the idea of starting a conversation had not been such a good idea after all.

“It won’t take long,” Gabrielle continued.  “Emily picked up on it quickly and now she’s a perfect pantera.  Of course, she isn’t a pantera all the time; just for special occasions like when we have guests.”

Just then, the door opened and Sarah heard a male voice speaking in Spanish.  She cringed as she realized how lewdly exposed she was.

“Papa,” she heard Gabrielle say.  “English please.”

The man humfed but then did speak in English.  “Why must we speak in English?  This is Argentina.  I never should have sent you to that American school.  They have ruined my nina.”

“I like my pets to understand,” replied Gabrielle.

“Then let them learn Spanish,” he said.  He stepped to the table and Sarah saw him for the first time.  He was a big man but not at all portly.  He looked very trim and strong.  And she would have considered him to be handsome but for the jagged scar that ran diagonally down his left cheek.

“They will,” Gabrielle countered.  “Emily has already learned a few words.”

He reached out and placed his hand on Sarah’s left breast, squeezing it and causing her to cringe again.  “Emily would learn a lot more words if you did not insist on English being spoken around her.  As I asked when I came in, do you like your new present?”

“Oh yes, Papa,” said Gabrielle as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.  “I adore her.  She’s perfect.”

“Will I get to use her too?”

“Oh yes, Papa,” Gabrielle assured him.  “But not tonight.”

“Then I’ll call for Emily,” he said as he ran his hand down Sarah’s bound body.

“Oh,” said Gabrielle.  “You can’t have her either.  I want my two panteras to spend the night together so they start to know one another.”

Sarah saw the big man roll his eyes.  “Slaves.  What is the good of owning slaves if you can’t enjoy them?”

“You can have Emily tomorrow night, Papa.  And you can have Sarah soon.  You know I always take care of my Papa.”

Chapter 6

“Wow!” they both breathed at the same time once they saw each other for the first time.  It was like looking into a mirror where the reflected image had a mind of its own.  Sarah could not believe how much Emily looked like her.

“Emily, this is Sarah,” said Gabrielle.  “Sarah, this is Emily.  You will be sisters now.  I’ll leave you together for the night to get acquainted.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Emily.  Sarah remained silent and just looked at her clone, dumbfounded.

“Oh, and Emily,” said Gabrielle.  “You will be serving Papa tomorrow night if he’s still in town.”

Sarah heard her counterpart sigh before responding.  “Yes, Mistress.  I’ll make you proud.”

“I know you will, girl.  Now enjoy your new sister.”  Then Gabrielle left, closing the door behind her.

Sarah glanced around the room.  It was a big bedroom and was opulently furnished.  There was a huge bed and nice furniture completing the look.  French doors stood on one side of the room and looked like they opened onto a balcony.  It was certainly much nicer than the cage she had lived in for the past few weeks.

“Would you like something to drink?” asked Emily.  She was naked but had been holding a sheer piece of filmy cloth before her and looking at her reflection in the mirror when they entered.  Now, she was folding the cloth to put away and Sarah wondered what it was for.  It was so sheer that every bit that it covered would be fully exposed to someone’s view.

“Sure,” replied Sarah.  “What do you have?”

“I have a nice Chardonnay.”

Sarah opened her eyes wide at the offer before responding.  “I’m only eighteen.  I’m not old enough do drink.”

Emily giggled.  “I’m only eighteen too.  But there are no rules or laws here.  You can have some if you like.  Actually, there are tons of rules here; but no laws whatsoever.”

Sarah furrowed her brow as she considered the offer and then nodded.  What could it hurt?  How much more trouble could she possibly get herself into compared to the trouble she was already in.  “Sure.  That would be good.”

Emily went to the bar at one end of the room and poured two glasses of Chardonnay.  Then she went to the fur rug in front of the fireplace.  She set the glasses on the hearth and then stretched her naked body out on the fur, patting it in front of her.  “Come on, Sarah.  We can chat here comfortably.”

“Gosh you’re beautiful,” gushed Sarah as she settled herself onto the fur and then stretched out, facing Emily.

“Ha!” Emily replied.  “If I am, then you are too.  You’re practically my clone.”

“Oh yeah,” blushed Sarah.  “I guess so.”

Emily reached toward the hearth and took one of the wine glasses which she held out to her clone.  Sarah took it and then Emily took the other one off the hearth and held it up.  “Cheers.”

They clinked their glasses together and then each took a sip.  Sarah wrinkled her nose as the tasted the wine.

“You don’t like it?” asked Emily.

“I’ve never tasted it before,” replied Sarah.  “It tastes funny.”

Emily giggled.  “Yeah, it takes a little getting used to.  But isn’t it so deliciously wicked to be drinking wine at eighteen?  And pretty soon, instead of it tasting funny, it will be making you feel funny.  It’s a very nice feeling.”

Sarah took another sip as she watched Emily.  Emily seemed totally at ease.  She couldn’t understand that.  How could a girl who had been kidnapped be happy and comfortable?

“You’re American, aren’t you?” asked Sarah.

“Yes, just like you.   But now I’m Argentinian, I suppose.  Why do you ask?”

Sarah sighed.  “I don’t know why I asked.  I was just trying to figure things out, I guess.  Everything has changed so fast.”

Emily reached out and rested her hand on Sarah’s hip, stroking it softly.  Sarah tensed but Emily ignored the reaction.  “Yes, I remember when I was first captured.  I was going through all of the same reactions.  I could tell you that the adjustment will be easy but I would be lying.  It will be hard.”

Emily took another sip of her wine before continuing.  “You will feel humiliated.  You will feel homesick.  You will be punished.  And you will be used sexually in every way imaginable.  But you will survive.”

Sarah was sobbing by the end of the little speech and Emily ran her hand up Sarah’s side, stroking her up and down and trying to comfort her.  She remembered the indignities and the harsh treatment.  She hoped that she could help Sarah avoid some of them.

Emily set her glass on the floor and then scooted close, pressing her naked body against Sarah’s.  Again, Sarah tensed.  And again, Emily ignored the reaction.  She draped an arm over her new sister and pulled her tightly to her.  And then she kissed her, letting her lips enjoy the lips of the new pantera in the family.

Emily licked away the tears after Sarah stopped crying and then kissed her new sister again.  This time, Sarah did not tense and Emily held their lips together.  She pulled herself tightly against Sarah, feeling their breasts mash each other’s and then ran her hand up and down Sarah’s back.

The kiss and the stroking and Emily’s proximity seemed to have a calming effect on Sarah.  Her fate did not seem so horrible at the moment.  She enjoyed the loving touch of her look-alike and was even enjoying the tender kiss.

Finally, Emily broke the kiss.  She reached out and lifted Sarah’s glass off the hearth and gave it back to her new sister.  Then she reached for her own and, when she got it, she held it in one hand and dipped a finger from the other hand in it.  Then she rubbed her wine-soaked digit around Sarah’s right nipple, coating it.

“Hey!” protested Sarah.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

Emily giggled.  “I’m just marinating it for later when I dine on you.”

Sarah pushed the hand away.  “Well, that’s not going to happen.”

Emily giggled again and dipped her finger back into her wine.  This time, she pushed her finger between Sarah’s lips, feeding the drop of wine to her.  “Oh yes it is.  I want it to happen.  You really are so beautiful.  But besides, it’s going to happen eventually anyway.  I’d like our first time together to be romantic and slow and loving instead of in front of a rude, loud audience.  Trust me.  They will pair us up together and have us perform for them eventually.”

Emily dipped her finger into the wine and then painted Sarah’s other nipple with it.  Sarah watched in disbelief but, this time, she did not protest.  Emily continued, alternating between feeding her wine-coated finger to Sarah’s lips and painting one nipple or the other.

“Do you really think they will make us have sex together?” asked Sarah as Emily was coating her left nipple for the third or fourth time.

“Oh, I know they will,” replied Emily as she dipped her finger back into the wine.  Then she pushed her digit between her twin’s lips, sliding it in and out a few times.  “I know these people.  We will definitely be forced to perform for them.  That’s why I want to make love with you tonight.  I want our first time to be something that you enjoy and remember fondly.”

The wine-coated finger circled the right nipple as Emily continued.  “You don’t seem to be hating this too badly.  Your nipples are hard as pebbles.”

Sarah looked down and saw that her little nubbins were indeed stiff.  “The wine must be chilling them.  They get that way when they’re cold.”

“Maybe that’s it,” said Emily.  “There’s only one way to tell if you like it and you’re getting aroused.”  Then she grinned and pushed Sarah’s shoulder, rolling her onto her back.

Sarah gasped as she was pushed onto her back and tried to roll back onto her side.  But Emily was too fast for her and had draped her body across the other girl, pinning her down.  Then Emily twisted her body so that she was lying on top of Sarah and she tilted her head forward, kissing the trapped girl.

Sarah opened her mouth to scream as soon as the kiss ended but Emily pressed her lips back to her twin’s to silence her.  Then she spoke as she broke the kiss.  “You can scream if you want.  But we will probably both be punished if you do.  And I would much rather make love with you than be whipped with you.”

Sarah nodded tentatively and then watched in dismay as Emily slid her body down Sarah’s.  Emily paused at the other girl’s breasts.  She ran her tongue around the wine-coated left nipple before sucking it in and out a few times.  She released the nipple and lifted her head, grinning at her new slave sister.

“Mmmm, delicious,” she giggled.  “Perfectly marinated.”

Sarah whimpered as her right nipple was captured by the lips.  She lifted her head and saw Emily drawing as much breast into her mouth as she could and felt the hyperactive tongue fluttering furiously over her sensitive little bud.

“This one too,” giggled Emily after she released the second nipple.  “I’ll have to remember that recipe.”

Sarah groaned as Emily slid her body lower.  She felt a knee pushing between her legs and then another knee spread her further.  At that point, it was easy for Emily to slide her body between the two legs until her face was right above Sarah’s sex.

Emily trailed a finger down one petal and up the other.  They were already parted and were glistening from the girl’s juices.

“Just as I thought,” Emily grinned again.  “You do like it!”

Sarah lifted her head and hissed at her assailant.  She reached down to push Emily away but that only resulted in Emily pushing her finger into her prey’s sex.

“Sarah, relax.  Work with me on this.  Trust me.  Please?  You can yell at me afterwards if you like.”

Sarah shook her head back and forth.  She was furious but she wasn’t quite sure why.  She did like Emily, so it wasn’t that.  It was probably because she seemed to have no say at all in her life any more.  People just did to her whatever they wanted, regardless of her feelings about it.  Now her new cellmate was trying to rape her and was trying to get her to agree to it.  It was all so infuriating.

“How about this?” offered Emily.  “You surrender yourself to me for one orgasm.  If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again unless we are forced to perform together.  And you can spank me too.”

“Ha!” exclaimed Sarah.  “You probably like being spanked.”

“No,” responded Emily.  “I don’t like being spanked.  Well, I probably would like being spanked by you but I don’t normally like punishment of any kind.  So is it a deal?”

“It doesn’t seem right,” complained Sarah.

Emily lifted her head and smiled at her fellow prisoner.  “What does right or not right have to do with anything?  Nothing that they have done to us or will do to us is right.  So is it a deal?”

“Okay, let’s get it over with,” sighed Sarah.  She still didn’t think that it was right, especially since she was not lesbian.  But it was not like it would be something new to her, especially after the last three weeks with Eve and Elizabeth constantly helping themselves to her body.

“Hmmmphhhh!” grunted Emily at Sarah’s attitude.  Get it over with?  What kind of attitude was that?  She would just have to do an extra good job so that Sarah wouldn’t view love-making with her as a chore to be gotten over with as quickly as possible.

Emily leaned her head down and kissed the bald mound in front of her.  Then she moved her lips lower, leaving a trail of kisses until she reached the bottom of the girl’s labia.  She extended her tongue and scooped it up through the parted and juicy petals, pausing once she reached the top.

“Mmmm,” she sighed with her eyes closed.  “You are so sweet.”

Emily avoided the clit for the time being.  She wanted to prolong this as long as possible.  She didn’t know how responsive or orgasmic Sarah was yet and she wanted to get her new sister as hot and bothered as she could.

She scooped her tongue up through the slick petals time and again, gathering Sarah’s nectar and savoring it.  She would be happy doing this all night.  Her sister tasted even better than the wine as far as she was concerned.  Finally, she curled her tongue and slowly pushed it into her new lover.

“Have some more wine,” said Emily as she took a short break.  “And could you pass me my glass?”

Sarah reached for the glasses and handed one to Emily before taking another sip of her own.  Emily held her glass above Sarah’s sex and tilted it, letting some of it dribble onto the denuded mound and over the glistening labia.  Then she scooped her tongue through the delicious petals again.

After twenty minutes of feasting on Sarah, Emily stood up abruptly.  Sarah groaned as she thought the lovemaking was over.  Despite her initial resistance, she was becoming very aroused by the intimate actions of her partner.

“Don’t worry,” smiled Emily.  “I’ll be right back.  I just want to refill our glasses.”  Sarah watched Emily moving gracefully across the room and then saw her breasts swaying, almost hypnotically, as she returned with the two glasses of wine.

Emily smiled when she saw that Sarah had not closed her legs together in her absence.  That was a good sign.  She lay down again between them and poured some more wine over Sarah’s sex, licking it off with her tongue.

This was so different from what Eve and Elizabeth had done to her.  With those two, it had purely been sex.  They were vigorous and demanding with their lips and tongues.  With Emily, it was much more loving and tender.  Her body was very aroused at this point and the act was pure eroticism.

Emily decided that it was finally time to focus on the clit.  Instead of starting with her tongue, however, she wrapped her lips around the little bud.  She sucked it in and then pulsed it several time, hearing her sister moan.  She stopped and slithered up Sarah’s body, pausing to kiss each nipple before kissing Sarah on the lips.

“Want me to stop?”

“Yes,” replied Sarah.  “No.  Don’t stop.”

Emily smiled and kissed her new mate again, snaking out her tongue to dance with Sarah’s.  “Okay, I won’t stop then,” she said after she finally broke the kiss.

She slithered back down and kissed the bald mound again.  Then she started fluttering her tongue over the girl’s juicy clit.  It was engorged and distended now from Sarah’s arousal.  She would occasionally pause to scoop her tongue through the petals whenever she thought that Sarah was close to climax.  But she would always return her attention to the clit to move her sister toward the orgasm that she planned.

Emily continued this exquisite torture for close to an hour.  During that time, Sarah had been close to orgasm dozens of times.  At this point, she was moaning almost nonstop and was actually begging Emily to let her climax.

Eventually, Emily decided to give her sister relief and sucked the cute little clitoris between her lips.  She pulsed it in and out and fluttered her tongue over it until Sarah’s body tensed and she let out a long, low groan.

Sarah’s body was damp with perspiration and Emily laid on top of her to keep her warm as she kissed her sister’s lips and forehead and nose.  Emily hoped that Sarah enjoyed their first time together.  She knew that she had loved it.  Her sister was so responsive and she had loved every little twitch and spasm and sigh and moan.

Emily finally rolled off of Sarah and spooned with her, reaching around to cradle one of the full, rounded breasts in her palm.  She loved her sister’s satiny skin and enjoyed the weight of the mound that filled her hand.

“Wow,” breathed Sarah once she recovered.

“Did you like it?” asked Emily.

“Wow,” Sarah repeated.  Emily interpreted that as a yes and smiled, giving the plump breast in her hand a loving squeeze.  They just lay together, enjoying each other’s heat and tenderness until Sarah finally spoke.

“Yes, I liked that.  Thank you for making that special.”

Emily tilted her head forward and kissed Sarah’s shoulder.  “You are welcome.  I liked it too.”

“Can I ask you some questions?” asked Sarah.

“Sure,” said Emily.  “But I need some more wine.”  She jumped up and grabbed both glasses.  She spooned up against Sarah again once she returned.  “Fire away.”

Sarah wasn’t sure she should drink any more.  She was already feeling the other two glasses.  But then she figured, what’s the worst that could happen?  She could get drunk and Emily could take advantage of her?  But she had already done that.

“Gabrielle said that you two played field hockey together.  How did you end up here?”

“Yes, Gabby and I went to school together.  It was a private girl’s school in New York.  We were also lovers for my last year there.  Gabby was a senior and I was a junior.  Then, during Spring Break, I never came back.  Gabby’s dad had me kidnapped and brought here.  I have been a slave ever since.”

“Didn’t anyone look for you?” asked Sarah.

“I assume they did,” replied Emily.  “I assume lots of people looked for me.  But I doubt that anyone thought to look for me in Argentina.”

“Oh yeah, probably,” sighed Sarah.  That was her problem too.

“What’s it like to be a slave?” was Sarah’s next question.

“It’s okay now,” replied Emily.  “It took a lot of getting used to at first.  But now I’m fine with it.  There are even some advantages to it.”

“Like?” asked Sarah.

“Well, like not having to be responsible for anything,” Emily said.  “All I have to do is obey.  And I’m well cared for.  Other slaves pamper me and it’s like living at a spa.  And the sex is great; at least most of the time it is.”

“Hmmm,” said Sarah as she thought about her sister’s response.  Well the sex with Emily had sure been great, she knew.  She had never had an orgasm like that before.  But she still couldn’t imagine getting to the point of accepting slavery the way Emily seemed to.  “I’ll have to think about that.”

“Why does Gabrielle keep referring to us as panteras?” was Sarah’s next question.

Emily giggled at that one.  “Oh that.  She’s funny about that.  She loves to show off her girls.  And sometimes she likes to display us as panthers.  That’s what a pantera is.”

Sarah furrowed her brow, not understanding what Emily was talking about.

Emily saw the look of confusion.  “Here, I’ll show you.  But first you have to imagine my hair teased out so that it looks like a mane.  That’s why she cut my hair once she owned me so I could have a mane.”

Emily got onto her hands and knees.  “Stand up.  I’ll show you how a pantera acts.”

Sarah stood up and watched as Emily started circling her on her hands and knees.  But she wasn’t just crawling.  She had an undulating quality as she moved.  Her hips and her shoulders were animated as she slowly curled her body one way and then the next.  She rubbed the length of her naked body along Sarah’s left leg and then turned to rub the other side of her body against the same leg.  Her movements were distinctly feline.  And Sarah could hear her purring.

“Get it?” asked Emily after she stopped purring.

“Yeah, I think so,” nodded Sarah.  “She likes you to act like a cat?”

Emily giggled and nodded, standing up to hug and kiss her naked sister.  “Yeah.  She loves to show us off as panteras.”

“When does she show us off?” asked Sarah.

“Whenever she wants,” replied Emily.  “And always when there are guests in the house.  But she doesn’t always display us as panteras; only sometimes.”

“Wow,” gasped Sarah.  Now she was going to be displayed?  That sure seemed degrading.

“You keep saying we and us,” said Sarah.  “Who else is there?”

“Well now us is you and me,” Emily responded.  “There was another girl before:  Rebecca.  But she’s not here any more.  I think they sold her.  At least I hope they sold her.”

Sarah gasped again.  “You hope she was sold?”

“Yeah, for her sake, I do,” nodded Emily.  “She was always fighting back and resisting.  Gabby grew tired of always having to punish her, I think.  And then one day, she was gone.  So they either sold her or killed her.”

This drew yet another gasp from Sarah.  “Killed her?”

“I hope not,” said Emily.  “I hope they just sold her.  But these can be very violent people.  It wouldn’t surprise me if they killed her.”

Sarah trembled uncontrollably at this latest comment and Emily hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her.

Chapter 7

“Good morning, Mistress,” said Emily as Gabrielle walked into the room the next morning.  And then she spoke to Sarah.  “No.  You need to move the hips a bit more and a lot more slowly.”

Emily had her hands on Sarah’s hips and guided them from side to side at the pace she thought would be appropriate.  “Now walk again and follow my hands.”

“I’m just helping Sarah to become a pantera, Mistress.”  Then she focused on her slave sister as Gabrielle watched.  Sarah walked forward on all fours again and Emily guided the shapely bottom back and forth.  Gabrielle admired the identical and beautiful forms of her two girls.

“That’s a good girl, Emily,” replied Emily.  “It looks like she’s learning.”

Sarah was blushing as she crawled forward on her hands and knees.  It was totally dehumanizing to be acting like a pet on display and doing tricks for her owner.  And it was embarrassing to her to feel her naked breasts dangling beneath her chest and swaying back and forth with each move.

Finally, Emily was satisfied that Sarah had mastered the sway of her feline bottom and she straightened up.  “Should we stop now, Mistress?”

“No, pet,” replied Gabrielle.  “I just wanted to let you know that we’ll have guests for dinner.  And if you keep up the good work, I’ll have two panteras to show off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” nodded Emily.  “I’m sure Emily will be ready by then.”

“Good.  Rosalita will be here at six to do your hair.  Be sure to get plenty of rest today.”

“Yes, Mistress.  We will.”

Gabrielle left and Emily went back to training her sister.  Sarah turned out to be a quick learner, even if she didn’t like what she had been reduced to.  She even learned how to rub seductively against Emily’s leg which was much more difficult than she realized.  But eventually, she even learned that.

Then Sarah had her practice being a pantera with another pantera.  They both moved on their hands and knees, rubbing against a corner of the bed as if it was an imaginary leg.  They would pass each other and seductively rub their bodies against one another.  Eventually, Emily declared her student to be a pantera.

“Let’s take a nap,” said Emily.

“Hmmm,” responded Sarah.  “A sleep nap or a sex nap?”

Emily giggled at that question.  “We’ll sleep too.”

The prior evening had seemed like nonstop sex to Sarah.  Emily had toyed with her body for easily an hour and a half giving her the first orgasm.  A little while later, Emily provided her with a second one, using only her fingers this time.

Sarah was definitely feeling the wine at that point and, without even being asked to reciprocate, she crawled between Emily’s legs and brought her sister to orgasm using a combination of lips and tongues and fingers.  After that, they fell asleep, completely satiated and slightly drunk.

Emily swatted Sarah’s bottom playfully.  “What kind of question was that?  You make me sound like some kind of lust-filled sexual predator!”

Sarah yelped at the surprise as the two of them remained on all fours with their bodies nestled against one another.  “I’ll let the evidence speak for itself.”

Sarah giggled this time.  She really did like Emily a lot.  She wasn’t sure at first.  But she had quickly come to view Emily as a loving, caring girl who was also not afraid to speak her mind.  While Sarah might not be out looking for sex, it was clear that Emily loved it and made no apologies for that fact.

“You seduced a pure, innocent girl last night,” continued Sarah.  She knew she would probably be spanked again soon but that was okay with her.  It was all in good fun.  At least it was between the two of them.  She wasn’t sure about the others.  “You got me drunk and then you took advantage of me.  You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Oh, little sister,” said Emily using the best remorseful tone of voice that she could muster.  “I feel so ashamed of myself for seducing you and ravishing you and then giving you those spectacular, toe-curling orgasms.

Emily giggled and jumped to her feet, pulling Sarah up with her.  “I’m so ashamed.  Let’s do it again!”

This time it was Sarah who was the predator.  Every time Emily tried to move to kiss her or fondle her, she would push her sister back and pounce on her.  When Emily tried to kiss, Sarah would press her lips to those of her clone and snake her tongue into her sister’s mouth.  When Emily grasped a breast, Sarah tossed her off and pounced on her again, this time grasping both breasts and squeezing as she flickered her tongue over the stiff nipples.

“I can’t belong to you,” said Emily as she watched much of her right breast being drawn into Sarah’s mouth.  “But I will submit to you.  Will you live with me?”

Sarah immediately spit the breast flesh out of her mouth and looked up at her beautiful twin.  “What?!?!?”

“I said that I can’t belong to you.  I am owned by Gabrielle.”

“Yeah, I got that part,” said Sarah.  “What was the other part?”

“I said that I would submit to you.  I will be your pet.  Well, actually, I guess I would be my mistress’ pet’s pet.  But I will submit to you.”

Sarah kissed Emily again and then kissed the tip of her nose.  “I don’t want you to submit to me.  I like us as sisters.  That’s not the part I was asking about, though.  You said something about living with you.”

“Oh,” blushed Emily as she realized how badly she had misunderstood the question.  “Well, you will have a room of your own.  It will be like this one and I assume they will give you Rebecca’s.  It’s very nice.  But I would like you to be my roommate, if that’s okay with you.  We could share a bed together some nights.”

“Some nights?” asked Sarah. “Why not all nights?”

Emily sighed at the question.  “Some nights, one of both of us will be entertaining Mistress or guests.  But sometimes we can cuddle up together.”

Sarah kissed both nipples and then lay down on top of Emily, kissing her lips.  “I would like to live with you.  Do you think they’ll let us?”

Emily smiled up at her twin as she heard the answer.  “I don’t know.  It will be Gabby’s decision.  But I can ask her.”

Sarah kissed the girl beneath her and then slowly slid down her body leaving a trail of little kisses behind her until she reached Emily’s sex.  She paused there for a moment, just looking at it and studying it.  She had been forced to lick pussies in the past under Diane’s tutelage but she had not paid any attention to them.  She had just tried to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible.

She had even licked Emily’s pussy for a little bit last night before she started to use her fingers.  She had not been just trying to get it over with then but, in her drunken state, she had failed to really notice anything about it.

Now, she gazed at her new sister’s sex, studying it closely.  The delicate petals were slightly parted and she could see a little moisture seeping out from between them.  She ran a finger down one of them and saw the pussy clenching tightly before relaxing again.  She moved her finger to the girl’s clit hood and gently pushed it back, exposing the little pink pearl to her eyes.

Emily’s mound was bald and she kissed it, feeling the soft smoothness against her lips.  She had protested when her own pussy was shaved.  She thought it would be horrible to look like a little girl again.  But now she understood why she had been denuded.  Emily’s body looked much sleeker and much more erotic without a little bush.  And, with all of Emily’s feminine curves and swells, there was no way that anyone would mistake her for a little girl.  Her new roommate was gorgeous.  And her sex was beautiful beyond belief.

“What are you doing down there?” asked Emily as she lifted her head and saw Sarah just looking at the juncture between her thighs.

“Just studying,” replied Sarah.  “Well, admiring really.  You have a beautiful pussy.”

Emily smiled.  “Thank you.  So do you.  I could play with yours all day.”

Sarah laughed and then dipped her head, kissing the hairless mound again before lowering her head further to run her tongue up between the petals that were now glistening.  “And you’re delicious too.”

“Mmmm,” moaned Emily.  “That’s nice.  I could live with your playing with mine all day.”

Sarah curled her tongue and stabbed it into the other girl’s sex, tasting more of the sweet nectar and eliciting another moan from Emily.  Then she decided to experiment a little on her sister’s body.

She stabbed her tongue in again before she sucked one of the juicy labia into her mouth.  She pulsed it a few times and then fluttered her tongue over the little piece of flesh.  Then she gripped it with her teeth and pulled her head back a bit.  Another moan told her that Emily liked this.  She repeated her actions with the other petal and got the same response.

She slid her hands up Emily’s sides, feeling the soft, supple flesh.  Her sister’s body was firm and toned and she wondered how Emily exercised.  The hands reached the sides of the prone girl’s chest and Sarah slid them toward the center of the chest, gripping each firm, full breast.

She looked up and saw the glorious twin peaks in her hands and squeezed them, seeing her thumbs sink into the yielding flesh.  The breasts were so firm and so beautiful.  She couldn’t believe that she was having these thoughts, though.  She had never thought of another girl this way.  She had never even fantasized about being with another girl.  But everything about Emily was just so irresistible.

She lowered her head again.  This time, her focus was on the delicate little clit hood.  She sucked that into her mouth and gripped it lightly with her teeth.  This drew a squeal from Emily, followed by a moan.  She toyed with the little piece of flesh and nibbled on it, causing Emily to start to squirm slightly on the bed.

She released the little hood and lifted her head again.  Now the clitoris stood out proudly and exposed.  She blew on it and Emily squirmed again.  Then she sucked that into her mouth and pulsed it between her lips as she let her tongue flutter over its tip.

“Oh god!  Oh god!” muttered Emily as her sister toyed with her.  Sarah released the little nubbin.  She was not ready for Emily to pop quite yet.  She still had more experimenting and exploring to do.  She went back to the labia and sucked them both into her mouth, letting her teeth grasp them.  She looked up and saw her sister’s chest rising and falling rapidly as she became more and more aroused.

Sarah remembered how Elizabeth seemed to be fascinated with her asshole.  She remembered being disgusted that someone would play with her that way but she also remembered how little thrills ran through her body when her little pucker was touched while Elizabeth’s lips and tongue toyed with her sex.

Sarah released the labia and pushed a finger into Emily’s honey pot.  It was incredibly hot and wet.  She knew that she had done this the night before but she didn’t remember it being this way.  But then again, she didn’t remember much about last night.  It was all just a drunken, foggy blur to her.

“Oh god!  Oh god!” Emily murmured as Sarah’s fingers slid in and wiggled.  Sarah was surprised at the reaction.  It seemed that just about anything could push her clone toward the precipice.

Sarah pulled her finger back out and Emily groaned as she was left empty.  Sarah was also surprised at how vocal her twin was.  She didn’t remember that from the night before either.  But then again…

She slid her finger down across the prone girl’s perineum and eventually found Emily’s asshole.  She circled her finger around it, painting it with her sister’s juices.  Emily’s belly started quivering.

“Oh god!  Oh god!”

Sarah stopped all motions although she left her finger touching the center of the little pucker.  After the belly quivers slowed down and then stopped, Sarah started her motions again around the little rosebud with her fingertip.

“Stop it!” shouted Emily.  “Stop teasing me!  Just do it!”

Sarah giggled.  She kissed the slippery petals before her face and stabbed her tongue back into Emily’s sex.  She had learned all kinds of things during her little experiments.  She had learned that her new sister could climax from just about any kind of stimulation.  It was amazing how she seemed to be so totally on edge from so many different things.  And she learned that she loved the control that she seemed to have over her sister.  Emily was just so wanting and needy.  It was wonderful!

“What will you give me if I just do it?” asked Sarah, mischievously.  She circled Emily’s asshole again with her fingertip, but only once.  She wanted her roommate on edge but not crossing the edge.

“Anything,” gasped Emily.  “Just stop torturing me!”

“Anything?” asked Sarah as she flicked her tongue once over the girl’s engorged clit.

“Anything!” whimpered Emily.  “Just let me cum!”

“Okay” said Sarah as she lifted her head and kissed her sister’s bald Venus mound.  “When I say you are mine, you are mine.  No arguments.  No complaints.  You belong to me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” agreed Emily quickly.  “Now finish me off!”

“I’m not done yet,” said Sarah.  She leaned down and flicked the distended clit again.  “But when I don’t say you are mine, we’ll just be equals… unless you decide to claim me.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” whimpered Emily.  “I agree.  Now finish me!”

Sarah smiled at the response.  She had no idea what had just gotten into her.  Somehow she had just turned predatory in her mind.  That was not like her at all.  But somehow, it had felt so right.  She was growing to love her beautiful and responsive sister.

Sarah stabbed her tongue back into Emily’s sex once and then slowly brushed her tongue up and down across the little pearl that had her sister so hot and bothered.  She purposely kept the movement as slow as possible to prolong the sweet agony but it took only five or six touches of her tongue before she got the inevitable reaction.

“Aarrrrggghhh!” Emily let out.  Every muscle in her body seemed to be twitching and her flesh glistened from the thin coat of perspiration from the exertions caused by the intense arousal.

“Aarrrrgggghhhhh!!!” she uttered again as Sarah continued her slow assault on the little nubbin, sending more aftershocks through Emily.

“Aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!!!” she groaned.  Sarah was not letting up.  It was driving her crazy.  She finally reached down and grabbed the blonde mane, pulling the aggressor from her sex to let her start to compose herself.

“Wow!” Emily finally breathed.  “How long have you been like that?”

Sarah lifted her head and smiled at her sister with an impish look in her eyes.  “Since last night?”

Emily rolled her eyes and then flopped her head back down, groaning again.  “I’ve created a monster!”

Chapter 8

Sarah felt Emily’s body gliding along one side of her as she moved against Gabrielle’s leg, undulating her body the way her new sister had taught her.  This was unreal!  She couldn’t believe this was actually happening!

Four couples were in the room, three of which were guests.  Gabrielle and her father were the hosts for the evening and formed the fourth couple.  Sarah had learned from Emily earlier in the day that Gabrielle’s mother had been killed two years earlier when the law enforcement officers had raided another family compound.  Gabrielle had taken over as the mistress of the household which had been difficult for her since she was still in high school in the states at the time.

“Why were they raided?” Sarah had asked in the afternoon while they were cuddling after lovemaking.

“Because Gabby’s Papa runs a drug organization.”

“He runs a pharmaceutical company?” asked Sarah.

Emily laughed and squeezed her new but very naïve sister.  “No.  Drugs drugs.  Cocaine, heroin, marijuana, and other things I don’t even know about.  I told you that there were violent people here.  These are outlaws.  They are hardened criminals.  They are killers or at least they can be.”

Sarah shuddered at this revelation.  That was very dark news.  “Is Gabby involved?”

“I don’t know,” responded Emily.  “Probably.  But I don’t really know.”

That conversation occurred earlier in the day.  Now they were naked and on display before the assembled group.  Sarah listened to the chatter and heard ice cubes clinking against the sides of the glasses but they were speaking Spanish.  She had no idea what they were saying.

So she focused on being a pantera.  It was not nearly as difficult as she first thought.  She was not as good as Emily but she had at least mastered the basic moves.  Her left side slid along Gabby’s leg and she saw Emily slinking along the other side of the mistress.  She felt a hand slide along her back as she walked on her hands and knees and then heard a male voice saying something she didn’t understand.  She assumed it was a comment about her and that it was his hand on her skin.

Their hair had been teased out by Rosalita earlier in the evening.  The two of them did look like they had manes once she was finished.  But panthers didn’t have manes, did they?  She couldn’t remember for sure but she thought that she and her new sister looked more like lionesses than panthers.

She encountered Emily again.  She started to move to the outside to slide along her clone’s body and let Emily slide along Gabby’s leg but she was surprised when her sister paused to lick the side of her face.  Sarah reciprocated and licked Emily’s cheek, hoping she did not ruin the makeup.  Then Emily moved her head and their lips touched.  Emily’s tongue snaked out again and, within moments, they were involved in a passionate kiss with their tongues dancing together.  She was not sure how pantherish this was but it was exciting to her anyways.

Sarah had decided to trust Emily’s judgment earlier in the day.  She certainly liked her roommate but she had no real reason to trust her.  She had only known her for less than twenty four hours.  But despite the fact that their relationship was a short one, Emily had seemed honest and it seemed that her new sister cared for her.  She would follow her advice; at least for now.

“Don’t think about how embarrassing it will be to have people seeing you naked,” Emily had told her as Rosalita did their hair.  “Don’t think about how silly it is that you are acting like a cat.  Lose yourself in your role.”

“What do you mean?” Sarah had asked.

“Become a panther in your mind.  Be the cat.  Focus on thinking about how you would move as a cat.  Focus on me. Ignore the others in the room.”

“I’ll try,” said Sarah.

Now their tongues danced in their heated kiss.  Emily started making a purring sound and Sarah followed suit with her own version of purring.

“I have frisky kitties, no?” said Gabrielle in English with a chuckle.

“You have very beautiful kitties,” a woman replied.  “Frisky, yes.  But that is the nature of the breed.  Do they have raspy little tongues?”

Sarah gasped into Emily’s kiss.  The woman’s voice was American.  Should she speak up and beg for rescue?

Emily heard the voice too and heard her sister’s gasp.  She knew exactly what was going through Sarah’s mind.  She broke off the kiss and then kissed the tip of her clone’s nose, shaking her head almost imperceptibly and furrowing her brow.  Then she started to slink her body along Sarah’s again.

Sarah understood the message.  Emily did not think it was safe.  She started walking on all fours again, feeling Emily’s warm, soft body sliding against hers.

She wondered how long it would take for the spots to wear off.  The makeup that Rosalita had applied was both elaborate and exotic.  Heavy eyeliner and mascara with gold flecks had transformed their eyes to make them look more feline.  And she had spent close to an hour dabbing her little cotton applicators into a dye of some sort and then applying the dye to each girl’s skin.

Sarah was not exactly sure what a panther was supposed to look like.  She thought they were black.  But maybe there were spotted leopards.  In any event, she and Emily now wore spots all over their body, enhancing the feline look.

“No,” Gabrielle responded.  “Their tongues are smooth and soft and warm.  They are wonderful.”

“Perhaps I could borrow one of your panther girls for the night?” the American woman said.  “I just love kitties.”

At that moment, Sarah understood Emily’s furrowed brow and slight shake of the head.  This woman was one of them.  She knew they were slaves.  It would have been disastrous for Sarah to beg for freedom.  She came to trust her new sister even more at that moment.

“Perhaps,” said Gabrielle.  “Papa, will you be requiring Emily tonight?”

The father snorted.  “Always the damned English!  No, I will not.  Carlos will be driving me to the air strip shortly.  I have business to attend to in Miami tomorrow.”

Gabrielle turned back to the American woman.  “You may have Emily for the night.  You will have to tell me tomorrow how you liked her tongue.”

“What about the other kitty?” asked one of the men with a heavy Spanish accent.

“Oh, I’m afraid she is not available tonight,” replied Gabrielle.  “She will be entertaining me tonight and keeping me warm in my bed.”

“A pity for me then,” the male said.

Gabrielle leaned down and patted Sarah’s bottom.  “But a delight for me.”

Sarah wondered how Gabrielle could tell them apart.  Sarah could tell the two of them apart but only because she was inside one of the two bodies.  If not for that, she wasn’t sure she could identify who was who.  The two of them really were identical.

The conversation turned back to Spanish and the two ‘kitties’ continued to slink around.  Eventually, Emily peeled away and started rubbing her body against the American woman’s legs.  Sarah continued to stay close to Gabrielle but also remained as much in role as she could.

She was going to be taken to Gabrielle’s bed.  That much was destined.  She wondered what that would be like.  Emily seemed to like the girl who now owned both of them so maybe it would be okay.  Gabrielle must be reasonably loving, thought Sarah, or Emily would not be so attached.

She tried to remember all of Emily’s guidance from earlier in the day.  “Act like you like it,” had been one piece of advice.  If the dominant was caring and kind, you wanted to reward them for their efforts.  If the dominant was sadistic, you didn’t want to let them know that you didn’t like it.  Otherwise, they would do more of it.

That made a lot of sense to Sarah.  She concluded that Emily was very wise.

“Wait to be told… unless it has something to do with a dominant’s orgasm,” had been another piece of advice.  Emily told Sarah to wait for almost everything.  She should wait to be told to look up, to kneel, to stand, to eat…   She should even wait for permission to climax.

But if she was servicing one of the dominants, she should be creative and aggressive.  She should coax an orgasm out of the dominant as quickly as possible.  They usually liked that.  They wanted their girls to be very sexual beasts.

“Always obey them,” had been more of Emily’s advice.  Most of the time, that would be easy.  But sometimes they would be asked to perform acts that were distasteful to them.  Emily’s advice was to do it anyways, regardless of how awful they thought it was.

“Don’t ever think of escape when you are with one of them.  It will be popping into your mind all of the time but you have to learn to brush it aside until later.”  This advice seemed odd to Sarah.  She knew that she would constantly be looking for an opportunity to escape.  “We can scheme and dream of escape when we are together but you have to focus all of your attention on pleasing the master or mistress you are with at the moment.”

The final bit of advice sent a chill down Sarah’s spine.  “Always, always, always remember that you are property.  You are owned just like they own that lamp over there.  We are more like pets to them than people.  And in their minds, they can do whatever they want with their pets.”

She vowed to herself that she would do her best to follow Emily’s advice.  It would be pretty humiliating, she knew.  But she would try her hardest to be an obedient, pleasing pet and she would try not to think about escaping until she was reunited with Emily.

She turned again and faced Gabrielle’s legs.  Gabrielle was wearing a cocktail dress with slits up the sides and Sarah snaked out her tongue to lick the girl’s thigh that was exposed through the slit.  Gabrielle reached down and ruffled Sarah’s wild mane and then said something to the others in Spanish.  Sarah assumed that it was a comment about her but she did not understand it.  She continued to move forward to brush her naked body along the legs of her owner.

Little by little, the party started to break up.  Papa was the first to go, leaving Gabrielle to host the little gathering by herself.  The American woman, along with what Sarah assumed to be her husband, was the next.  Sarah watched as a collar was wrapped around her sister’s neck and then buckled.  And then she blushed as she saw a leash being attached to the collar.  The two partygoers walked off, leading their pet pantera by the leash as Emily crawled on all fours.

Eventually, Sarah felt a strip of leather being wrapped around her own neck and knew that she was being collared.  Her heart started pounding faster at this point and her mind was racing.  She was about to be led off to service Gabrielle for the first time.

She tried to calm her nerves.  She was so nervous.  This was all so new to her.  And Emily was gone now.  She had nobody to turn to for moral support.

Sarah took a deep breath to try to calm herself.  She felt a gentle tug on her leash and crawled off in the direction of the tug, following Gabrielle’s high-heeled feet.  She took another deep breath and reviewed Emily’s advice again.

“Act like I like it,” she thought.  I can try.  “Wait to be told unless I’m servicing Mistress.”  That one would be a little more difficult.

“Wait!” she thought.  “Where did that come from?  Mistress?  Wow!  I’m really changing here!”

Her pulse continued to race as she followed the shapely legs down the hallway.  She turned her head this way and that to try to understand the layout of the house so she could eventually escape.  But then she remembered another one of the rules.  “Don’t ever think about escape when you are with one of them.”

She focused again and watched Gabrielle’s calves brushing across the back of the dress and felt her breasts swaying beneath her chest as she continued to walk on all fours.  She was a pantera tonight.  She was a frisky kitty.  She would concentrate on her role as best she could for the moment.  She would be obedient.  And she would remember that she was merely a piece of property that was owned by Gabrielle.  Thoughts and dreams of escape would be pushed aside for the time being.

They turned into a room and Gabrielle led her charge to the center of it.  It seemed huge to Sarah.  The girl felt fingers fumbling at her neck and was relieved when the collar was slipped away.

“Stand up, pretty pet,” she heard Gabrielle say.  Sarah got to her feet and gulped as she looked up at her tall mistress.  She felt so diminutive and so insignificant next to the raven-haired beauty who stood before her.

Gabrielle reached out with both hands to grip Sarah’s face.  Sarah trembled slightly as she wondered what would happen next.  The mistress tilted the girl’s head back and then leaned down, kissing Sarah on the lips.  The long black curls of hair flowed down either side of Sarah’s face, almost forming a tent to protect the modesty of the two girls’ tender touch.

“I was so proud of you, pet,” said Gabrielle after breaking the kiss.  “My Sarah pantera will be as elegant as my Emily pantera.  Now, let’s get those spots off of you and then I will take you to my bed.  Maria has already run you a bath.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sarah in a small voice.  She glanced up at Gabrielle again and saw the older girl smiling at her.

“You are so beautiful,” Gabrielle said.  “I can’t wait to play with you.”

She led Sarah to the next room and Sarah’s eyes opened wide in surprise.  This was the bathroom but it was every bit as big as her own bedroom back home; maybe even better.  It was a huge bathroom!”

Gabrielle sat down on the edge of the tub and patted it.  “Hop in, little one.  Let’s get you clean and fresh.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sarah as she climbed into the tub full of scented water.  It was warm and felt wonderful.

“Let’s put this on you until we get the spots off,” said Gabrielle as she pulled a hairnet over Sarah’s head and then tucked the hair under it.  “The water will get dark and I don’t want my blonde kitty going brunette on me.”

Gabrielle picked up a wash cloth and squirted something onto it.  Then she started rubbing the cloth over Sarah’s skin, starting at her shoulders.  The soap, or whatever it was, tingled at first and then burned slightly.  But it seemed to be working.  The spots were melting away and the water was turning a golden brown.

Gabrielle opened the drain to let the brownish water flow out and then turned on the spigot to let fresh water keep the tub full.  She ran the washcloth over Sarah’s breasts which caused the tender flesh there to start burning slightly also.

Gabrielle lingered on the generous mounds much longer than was necessary.  The spots were gone but still the washcloth moved over the girl’s breasts.  She finally set the washcloth aside and just used her hands to stroke the fleshy orbs.

“These are magnificent, little one,” said Gabrielle as she held each of the breasts in her palms, enjoying their weight.  “I still can’t believe that they belong to me now.  I’m so lucky.”

She continued to toy with the breasts and Sarah glanced down, not believing her situation.  And she couldn’t believe that Gabrielle could believe that she owned her breasts.  But this was a whole new world that she had entered.  And it really was starting to look like they viewed her as property, just as Emily had said.

“Stand up for me, little pantera,” said Gabrielle.  Obediently, Sarah stood in the tub.  Gabrielle squirted more of the liquid onto the washcloth and then started rubbing it over Sarah’s thighs and calves.  The spots melted away quickly and were washed away down the drain.

Gabrielle rinsed her hand under the spigot and then dried it on a towel.  She slipped her hand between Sarah’s thighs, drawing a blush to the girl’s cheeks.  Sarah felt fingers stroking her labia and opened her mouth to protest.  But then she remembered Emily’s words and closed her mouth again.

Sarah scrunched up her face as the fingers glided along her petals.  She felt a finger touching her between her labia and then pressing inward.  She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in complaint.  Her body shuddered.

Gabrielle looked up and saw the pained look in her pet’s face.  “What’s the matter, beautiful pantera?  Tell me the truth.  You will not be punished.”

Sarah looked down at Gabrielle, not knowing if she could trust the older girl.  Her face was still scrunched up as she responded and she was still trembling.  She did not know if she could trust the promise about not being punished.

“I’m not lesbian,” Sarah said, almost in a whisper.  “You are touching me in a way that I am still not used to.  I will try to do my best for you.  But I’m not lesbian.”

Gabrielle smiled at her new girl.  She pushed her finger into Sarah’s sex to the first knuckle and left it there as she watched for further reactions.  Sarah shuddered again and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip again.

“I am not lesbian either,” said Gabrielle to her newest slave.  “Well, maybe I am.  I don’t know.  I much prefer girls but I do occasionally enjoy a boy.”

“But you will be whatever I decide you will be,” Gabrielle continued.  She slowly pushed the rest of her finger into Sarah’s sex and smiled again as she watched her newest girl rise up onto the balls of her feet to try to escape the intrusion.

“If I decide to limit you to girls, I will do that.”  Gabrielle started stroking the finger in and out of Sarah’s sex.  She reached up and placed a hand on her pantera’s shoulder, pushing downward until Sarah’s heels were back on the bottom of the tub.  She continued to move her finger in and out, smiling as she realized how wet her new girl was already.  “If I decide that you will service males, you will do that.  If I decide that you will be a bitch for my dog, you will be his bitch.”

“Am I making myself clear?”  She stabbed the finger deep into the swampy sex to punctuate her sentence.

“Yes, Mistress,” whispered Sarah as she shuddered again.

“Good girl,”’ said Gabrielle as she started moving her finger in and out again.  “Now, let’s get you rinsed off and into my bed.”

Gabrielle turned on the shower and rinsed what was left of the spots off her new girl’s body.  She helped Sarah out of the tub and toweled her dry.  The hairnet was removed to let her teased locks free and then she led her pantera back into the bedroom.

The room was even bigger than Sarah had realized when she had been in it earlier.  There was a circular bed in the middle of the room.  French doors opened onto a balcony at one end.  Several closets were along another wall.  And two chests of drawers were against another wall.

“Undress me now, pet,” said Gabrielle.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sarah with a shaky voice.  She reached up with trembling fingers and unzipped Gabrielle’s dress.  She was naked beneath it and Sarah saw her owner’s body naked for the first time.  She knelt and helped Gabrielle slip out of her shoes and then remained there, awaiting further instructions.

“Kiss me,” said Gabrielle.  “And then you may stand.”

“How in the heck am I supposed to kiss her when I am on my knees?” she wondered.  It would be hard enough to reach when standing.  Oh my gosh!  She wants me to kiss her pussy!

Sarah looked at Gabrielle’s sex and trembled again.  The black hair had been neatly trimmed into a thin vertical line.  She saw Gabrielle’s petals opened slightly and glistening with arousal.

Reluctantly, Sarah leaned forward and pressed her lips to Gabrielle’s mound.  She held them there for a moment before leaning back and resting her bottom on her heels.  She glanced up, hoping to see some sign of approval from Gabrielle.

“Lower, girl,” said Gabrielle.

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah nodded.  She leaned forward again and pressed her lips to a lower spot on the furry strip.

“Lower, pet, said the girl’s owner.  “You can figure out what I expect.  You are a smart girl.”

Sarah gulped at the command.  Slowly she lowered her lips along the patch of hair until it ended.  She kept kissing downward until she felt the slickness of Gabrielle’s arousal against her lips.  She glanced upward again and saw her owner smiling down at her.

“Good girl,” said Gabrielle.  She reached out and ruffled Sarah’s hair, much like she would a pet.  It was all just so humiliating to Sarah.

“Keep kissing, pet,” instructed Gabrielle.  She was enjoying the many shades of pink and red flashing across her new girl’s face.  She just loved blushing slave girls.  “Use your tongue.  Taste me.”

Sarah groaned at the latest command.  But she complied.  Slowly, she snaked out her tongue, feeling it finally contacting the slick petals.  The act was disgusting to her.  Actually, it wasn’t the act itself.  She had done this with Emily and had enjoyed it.  That had not been disgusting.  But being forced to do it was disgusting in her mind.

But she knew that she had to do it.  And she focused on Emily’s advice.  “Wait to be told unless it has something to do with a dominant’s orgasm,” Emily had told her.  She ran her tongue up one petal and then down the other.  She heard Gabrielle sigh contentedly and felt fingers brushing against her cheek.

Sarah moved her tongue low and then scooped upward between the older girl’s labia until she reached the top.  There, she fluttered her tongue several times across her owner’s clit, hearing a soft moan coming from above.

“Ooooo, good girl,” said Gabrielle approvingly.  Sarah curled her tongue and slowly pushed it into the sex in front of her, feeling the petals wetting her cheeks.  She moved it slowly in and out.  Finally, she slid her tongue upward, gathering more of Gabrielle’s nectar, and concentrated on the clit which was now stiff and engorged.  Her owner’s moans became louder and more constant.

Sarah felt Gabrielle’s fingers combing through her hair as she focused her attention on the sensitive clit.  She looked up again and saw that her owner’s eyes were closed.  She watched the older girl’s large breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath and saw that her belly was rippling and quivering.

Sarah sucked the little nubbin between her teeth and kept her tongue moving over its tip.  This caused Gabrielle to gasp and then inhale quickly.  Sarah pulsed the clit a few times before she heard a long groan and saw her owner’s body tense.  Gabrielle’s legs started to buckle as the orgasm swept through her and Sarah wrapped her arms around the standing girl’s thighs, supporting her and then helping her to lie down without falling.

Gabrielle’s breathing was still ragged as she pulled Sarah on top of her.  She pulled her pet’s head down and kissed her girl on the lips, prolonging the kiss as she slowly recovered.

“Mmmmm,” the owner finally uttered.  “You are such a good girl.”  Gabrielle was softly patting and caressing the younger girl’s bottom, enjoying the soft firmness of the twin cheeks.

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Sarah, not knowing what else to say.

Gabrielle kissed her girl again and then rolled over and on top of Sarah.  She continued to kiss the blonde pantera, extending her tongue to find Sarah’s.  Eventually, she lifted her head and gazed at the beautiful girl who she now owned.

“Hmmm,” said Gabrielle with a glint in her eyes.  “What was that you were saying about not being lesbian?”

Sarah opened her eyes wide at the question.  Gabrielle seemed to get upset earlier when she announced that.  How should she answer that now?  She finally decided that the truth would be best, even though it might get her punished.

“I’m not lesbian, Mistress,” she replied.  “But I never said that I didn’t know how to give a girl pleasure.”

Gabrielle laughed at the response and gave her pet a playful swat on each of her bottom cheeks.  “Well you sure do know how to give a girl pleasure.  You are as good as Emily and she has had years of practice pleasuring me.”

Sarah blushed again at the compliment.  “Thank you, Mistress.”

They spent the rest of the night giving each other orgasms.  Sarah was completely exhausted and completely satiated by the time they both fell asleep.  Gabrielle fell asleep holding onto her pet with one of Sarah’s nipples in her mouth.  Even the constant suckling was not enough to keep Sarah awake and she too fell asleep into a long, deep slumber.

Chapter 9

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it,” said Emily as she panted and gasped.  She and Sarah were side by side, running on separate treadmills.  “We are well fed.  We’re cared for.  I’m pretty sure Gabby loves us.  And we get plenty of exercise.  What more could a girl want?”

“Freedom?” replied Sarah.  “Clothes?  Choice?”

This drew a giggle from Emily.  “Yeah, those would be nice.  But we really do have everything that we need.”

“Well, I could use a bra right now,” said Sarah.  “If we have to run like this very often, my tits will hand down to my knees.”

Emily giggled again.  “Yeah, I worry about that too.  But I’ve been doing this every other day for the past year.  And these are holding up fine.”  She illustrated what ‘these’ were by cradling her breasts in her hands and pushing them upward.

Sarah giggled this time.  Emily looked funny running on the treadmill while holding her breasts up.  “Yeah, yours are doing fine,” said Sarah.

“But still,” said Emily as she dropped her hands back to her sides, “I’ll ask Gabby for some bras.  She should be fine with that.  After all, we’ll be protecting her property by wearing them.”

Sarah rolled her eyes at the comment.  She knew that Emily now viewed herself as Gabrielle’s property but she didn’t think that she could ever think that way.  After all, nobody owned people these days.  Slavery was illegal, wasn’t it?  She assumed that Gabrielle was just playing some kind of perverted sexual game and that they would be released after she grew tired of it.

“How was it with Gabby last night?” asked Emily as she trotted along on her treadmill.

“It was okay, I guess,” replied Sarah.

“Only okay?  I find that hard to believe.  I always thought Gabby was a great lover.  How many orgasms did she give you?”

“I don’t know,” said Sarah as she continued to run along, feeling her breasts bouncing along with every step.  “A few.  The sex was good.”

“Then why was it only okay?”

“I don’t know,” answered Sarah.  “I’m used to having a choice.  I’m used to consenting to sex.  It was just odd being forced to climax.”

“Oh that,” said Emily.  She reached over and swatted Sarah’s ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise.  “You’ll get over that.  You’ll never have to worry about consenting or not consenting every again.  Once you get used to the fact that you’ll be used whether you want to or not, the sex is very, very good.”

“You sound like a nymphomaniac,” commented Sarah.

“No, I’m not that,” argued Emily.  “But I do like the sex.  And after awhile, it’s even exciting having no say in the matter.  It’s kind of like an adventure where you never know what’s around the next bend but you know it will be exciting.”

“Hmmm,” said Sarah.  “I guess I’m not there yet.  It’s still pretty scary to me.  How was your time with that couple?”

“She was great,” said Emily.  “He was kind of a dud, though.  I much prefer being loaned to Papa or one of the hands.  He was pretty average.  But I liked being with her.  She knew exactly how to play my body.”

Sarah laughed.  “Well that’s not hard to figure out.  Even I figured out how to play your body and I have hardly any experience at all.”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” grinned Emily.  “You figured it out all right.  Maybe you could practice more later.”

Sarah grinned back at Emily.  She really did like her new sister a lot.  She had an impish personality and a sense of adventure.  And she seemed so loving and caring.  “What’s on the schedule after this?”

“Who knows?” Emily responded.  “I never know what’s on the schedule.  They just tell me what I’m to do.”

“Oh,” said Sarah.  “Really?  There’s no schedule?”

“Well, there might be a schedule but I never know what’s on it.  Gabby just tells me what to do next or who to fuck.  And I do it.”

“Is there a lot of sex?”

“Oh yeah,” nodded Emily.  “Big time, around here.  Maybe there will be less now that you’re here to share the load.”

The preprogrammed treadmills finally stopped and both girls stepped off, sweating and gasping.  “Have you asked Gabrielle about us sharing a room?” asked Sarah.

“When was I supposed to ask her?” replied Emily.  “She’s had her face buried between your thighs ever since we talked about it.”

“Hey!” protested Sarah.  She punched Emily in the upper arm.  “She has not!”

Emily giggled at her sister’s reaction.  “Well either that or you had your face buried in her crotch.”

Sarah punched her again and humfed indignantly.

“But I’ll ask her as soon as I can.  I hope she’ll say yes.”

One of the maids entered the fitness center carrying two towels.  “Hey, Maria,” Emily greeted her.

“Buenos dios, senorita,” said Maria as she handed each girl a towel.  “Your mistress is expecting you in the dining room as soon as you shower.”

“Okay, Maria,” said Emily.  “Tell her we’ll be right there.”

Then she turned to Sarah.  “We need to hurry.  She doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“What’s going to happen now?” asked Sarah as she watched her sister step into a shower stall.  She moved toward one of the open ones but Emily grabbed her arm as she walked by and pulled her in with her.”

“We’ll save water this way,” giggled Emily as she leaned forward and let her nipples dance with her sister’s.  Sarah was surprised that she didn’t back away.  A few weeks ago, she would have probably slapped Emily for doing something so suggestive.  “Who knows what she wants us for?  She could be loaning us out to someone.  Or maybe we’re going to be entertainment.  There’s no way of telling.”

Emily became frisky and started running her hands up and down Sarah’s sides, occasionally reaching around to squeeze her bottom cheeks.  She tilted her head down and sucked one of Sarah’s nipples into her mouth, gripping it lightly with her teeth.

“Hey!  I thought you said we had to hurry!”

“Oh yeah,” replied Emily with a pout.  “Maybe later.”  They quickly finished their shower and dried off, blowing their hair dry and brushing it before padding off to find their mistress.  Along the way, the two naked girls encountered a number of the servants who were all fully clothed.  Emily continued on, nonplussed by the encounters, but Sarah blushed furiously at each one.

Sarah watched her new sister walk up to Gabrielle and throw her arms around her neck, kissing her on the lips.  “Hiya, Mistress.”  Gabrielle reached behind Emily and gave one of her ass cheeks a swat.

“Hiya, pet,” replied Gabrielle.  “I heard good things about last night.  I hope that you had fun.”

“She was fun, Mistress.”

“Yeah, he’s kind of a bore.  But I’m glad that you liked her.  She adored you.”

Sarah raised her eyebrows at the exchange.  Wow!  Was this how a slave and owner were supposed to act?  Gabrielle had seemed so much more demanding last night.  But today, she seemed to act more like a girlfriend than an owner.  But then she remembered that Gabrielle and Emily had been girlfriends first.  In fact, they had even been lovers.  She doubted that she could have gotten away with that casual greeting.

“Hello, Mistress,” said Sarah as she stood demurely behind Emily.

Gabrielle smiled and walked to her newest pet, enclosing her in her arms and hugging her.  “Hello, darling.”

The mistress turned her head to Emily as she continued to hold and stroke Sarah’s nudity.  “You have no idea how talented your new sister is.  Oh, my gosh.  Her tongue drove me crazy.”

Emily giggled.  “Oh yes I do.  I taught her everything she knows.”

Gabrielle laughed.  “I thought I detected some of your influence.  Well, you did a good job.  She’s as good as you and had me climaxing all night until we finally collapsed from exhaustion.”

Emily smiled proudly.  “I’m happy to hear that.  So what’s up, Mistress?”

“The Wagners are coming over for lunch.  I wanted the two of you to be the entertainment.”

“Oh god,” muttered Emily under her breath.

Sarah raised her eyebrows again.  What did that mean?  Obviously Emily was not real wild about the news.  And what did Gabrielle mean about them being the entertainment?

“What’s the matter pet?” asked Gabrielle.

“Are they bringing their daughters?”

“Of course they are,” replied Gabrielle.

“That’s what’s the matter.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, my beautiful girl.  Their daughters are wonderful children.”

“Mistress, they’re sadistic little bitches.  They live to humiliate others.”

“Oh pet, I think you are exaggerating.  They’re only thirteen.  Hmmm, maybe they’re fourteen by now.  But they aren’t that way at all.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Emily, biting her tongue to prevent herself from getting into trouble.

The Wagner family arrived around fifteen minutes later.  In the interim, Gabrielle had positioned her two slave girls on a granite pedestal along one end of the dining room, about four feet from the wall.  Sarah was lying on her back, looking up at Emily’s sex.  Emily was on all fours, looking down at Sarah’s sex.  Their cue was to be the arrival of the family into the hall.

They heard the doors open and immediately started licking one another’s pussy.  Sarah immediately heard two squeals followed quickly by the clattering of little feet across the tiled floor.  She felt a hand rubbing up one leg while another hand closed over her breast, squeezing it.  She had no idea if the two hands belonged together or if she was being groped by both girls.

She heard an explosion of Spanish as the two girls jabbered together.  She had no idea what they were saying but she had no idea that they were talking about Emily and her.  The hands continued to roam over her body and she wasn’t sure if they were inspecting her or trying to memorize her curves.

She heard Gabrielle’s voice very close by.  “They like you.  They like my panteras.”

Sarah sighed into Emily’s sex but kept licking her sister, occasionally fluttering her tongue over the responsive little clit.  What was she supposed to do?  Should she try to bring Emily to orgasm quickly or should she prolong the decadent show?  It was bad that they would be displayed this way.  It was positively indecent that they would be displayed this way in front of two girls so young.

She realized that Emily’s tongue was in no hurry.  It would stab into her sex and then lick along the labia.  She would suck one petal into her mouth and pulse it a little before releasing it.  Occasionally, she would flutter her tongue briefly over the clit.  Emily seemed to be prolonging the indecent display so she decided that she should do the same.

She felt two hands grab a breast at the base and then compress it.  The fingers glided upward over her breast flesh, squeezing it until they got to the nipple.  Then they would begin again.  She felt two other hands bang downward against her breast and assumed that the other girl was doing the same thing to Emily.  Were they trying to milk the two slave girls?

Another explosion of Spanish broke out and the girl squeezed harder on her breast, moving her fingers toward the nipple faster.

Gabrielle laughed and then spoke in English.  “They want to know if panteras can be milked.  I told them yes.”  Sarah just groaned but she continued to lick her sister’s sex.

The girls eventually grew tired of their milking game and moved to either end of the rectangular pedestal.  Sarah glanced up and saw one of the girls smirking down at her.  Then she watched in disbelief as the girl formed her fingers and thumb into a cone and pressed her hand to Emily’s sex which was right above her face.  She watched the girl move her hand in and out several times, each time moving deeper.  Eventually, the hand disappeared into her sister’s body.

She gasped as she felt a group of fingers pushing into her own sex.  In and out they went and she groaned each time they moved a little deeper.  She felt her sex being stretched more and more with each thrust and then let out an even louder groan as the hand popped through.

She couldn’t believe what was happening.  The girl had pushed her whole hand into her sex.  She could feel the fingers moving around inside of her as if the girl was exploring her womb.  This was the most humiliating thing she could imagine.  This was horrible!

She had momentarily lost focus on her task.  But she was reminded of it when Emily sucked her clit between her lips and bit down on it lightly.  She gasped and then started her tongue moving again.  She swirled it around the clit over her face before starting to flutter it again.

She listened to the two girls chattering away in Spanish.  She was sure they were making lewd and obscene comments about the two panteras.  Once again, she felt herself blushing furiously.

The girl inside of her seemed to be a curious little thing.  Fingers probed and stroked, finding every little nook and cranny.  But that was nothing compared to what Emily seemed to be going through.  Sarah watched, horrified, as the wrist above her head would pull back.  She could see it glistening with her new sister’s juices as it withdrew.  It was obvious that the girl had formed a fist inside of Emily because she could see the girl continuing to pull back but the hand remained lodged inside of the other pantera, causing Emily to groan at the strain.

Sarah was even more horrified as she saw the wrist shoot forward, burying itself deep in her fellow slave.  Emily cried out in pain as the fist slammed into her cervix but she continued to lick away at Sarah’s clit.  The girl kept repeating her actions, pulling back to cause strain and then punching forward to punish the cervix.  Emily cried out at each crash and explosion of pain.

The girl inside of Sarah had found her cervix and was focusing her attention on it.  She groaned as the girl pushed a finger against it, sending cramps through her belly.  The pressure intensified as the girl pushed harder until Sarah finally cried out from the pain.  But the girl kept pushing.  Sarah was panting loudly now, crying out and pleading.

“Please, Mistress,” she begged.  “Please make her stop.”

Gabrielle walked over to the pedestal.  She stroked her fingers through Sarah’s hair as she patted Emily’s bottom.  “They’re only having a little fun, pet.  They’ll soon grow tired of their game.”

Sarah shrieked as the girl’s finger finally stabbed through her cervix, sending fresh jolts of pain through her belly.  Gabrielle continued to stroke her hair.  “Don’t forget your sister, pet.”

Sarah groaned at her mistress’ words but dutifully extended her tongue again.  She whimpered as the girl started sawing her finger in and out of her womb but obediently started fluttering her tongue over and around Emily’s engorged clit.

The two girls were jabbering again.  Sarah assumed they were comparing notes because she felt the finger withdraw from her womb and felt the girl form a fist inside of her.  She groaned as the fist was pulled back and then yelped as it punched into her cervix.  Emily shrieked and Sarah assumed that she now had a finger penetrating her cervix.

Eventually, the girls did tire of their game, much to the relief of both of the slave girls.  They both sighed happily as the hands were withdrawn from their bodies.  One of the girls asked something that Sarah did not understand.

“They would like you to stand up now, girls,” Gabrielle informed them.

The two panteras untangled themselves and slid off of the pedestal.  They stood side by side and each of the youngsters claimed one of them.

Their next indignity was to act as nursemaids to the two younger girls.  Sarah shook her head in disbelief as one of the girls sucked her nipple into her mouth, drawing as much breast meat in as possible.  She felt the suction and felt the girl’s tongue and teeth toying with her sensitive orb.

The girls moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking and chewing.  Hey seemed fascinated by the beautiful orgs even though there was no milk to be had from them.  Eventually, the girls switched slaves and a new mouth began devouring Sarah’s breasts.  Were they making comparisons?

Eventually, they tired of this game also but they were not finished with the breasts yet.  Instead of feeding on them, they were going to treat them as some sort of toys.

The girl in front of Sarah reached out and slapped the outside of her left breast, causing her to gasp.  This was repeated on her right breast, drawing another gasp out of her.  She looked down, again in disbelief, as she saw her breasts crashing into one another and bobbing wildly on her chest.

Sarah looked to her owner imploringly.  Surely she could make this humiliation stop.  Gabrielle smiled back at her proudly.

She looked to the parents of the girls, begging with her eyes.  But all they did was smile back at her.  They were obviously enjoying the show being put on by their two curious daughters.

Shouting was heard outside, followed by gunshots.  A window shattered as a bullet passed through it.  Sarah watched as a red dot appeared in the center of the father’s forehead and saw him immediately crumple to the ground.

“Emily, take your sister to the cellar,” shouted Gabrielle.  “Hurry!”

Emily grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled her toward the doorway.  They heard heavy footsteps entering the dining hall on the other side of the room as they disappeared into the hallway.

They almost made it to the door to the cellar when two men jumped in front of them.  They were big and bearded and heavily armed with belts of bullets crossing their chests.  Emily pulled Sarah back to try to escape another way.  But the men grabbed them and were able to stop them.

Just as they turned, Sarah felt a stab to her ass.  It was like a bee had stung her bottom.  Within seconds, both of them crumbled to the floor.

Sarah was still conscious but she was unable to move a muscle.  She was completely paralyzed.  All she could do was lie there and listen to the shouts and gunfire going on all around her.

Finally, the commotion ended.  Two men came back to her while two others went to Emily.  Their wrists were bound in front of them and their ankles were tied.  Then, each of them was secured to a pole by her ankles and wrists.  They were carried out of the house by two men each as their bodies hung from poles like carcasses being carried away from a hunt.

Sarah looked at the scene that met them once they got outside.  Carnage was everywhere.  The invaders seemed to have murdered everyone they encountered; everyone except the five girls.

Gabrielle was bound beneath a pole just like the two panteras.  She was naked now and seemed to be as paralyzed as Sarah was.

The two adolescents were also naked and each was dangling beneath poles of their own.  They were carried off through the fields by the small army that had invaded the home, wondering what their fates would be.

Chapter 10

The five girls were carried several miles across country.  At one point, they came to a river which the men waded through with their naked prey submerged as they dangled beneath the poles to which they were bound.  Fortunately, the river was not very wide or they all would have drowned.

It was so frustrating to Sarah to not be able to move a muscle.  Her back was scratched as they carried her over bushes and underbrush and there was nothing she could do to avoid the prickly branches.  She couldn’t even move her head so it lolled backward with her hair brushing along the ground.  She could see where they were heading but it was upside down to her.

The group finally reached some vehicles that had been positioned there earlier to help in their escape.  The girls were loaded into the bed of one of the pickup trucks with their poles still attached and then their captors drove away to their next destination.  Now all that Sarah could see was the sky as her paralyzed body bounced around in the back of the truck.

At one point, the caravan stopped and one of the men climbed into the bed of the truck.  He had a hypodermic needle and injected each of the girls with it.  In less than a minute, they were all sleeping soundly.

When Sarah awoke, it was pitch black.  Her wrists and ankles were still bound but the pole was gone now.  Something cold and hard was against her back while something warm and soft pressed against her front.  She moved slightly and determined that she was in some sort of a cage.  She also figured out that the warm and soft object must be one of the other four girls.

Then she realized that she could move!  Thank goodness!  She was afraid that she was permanently paralyzed.  But she could move!  Hooray!

She nudge the body in front of her.  “Emily, is that you?”

“Emily is on the other side of me,” replied Gabrielle.  “She’s still sleeping.”

“What happened, Mistress?” asked Sarah.

“We were kidnapped, pet,” replied Gabrielle.

“Oh my gosh!” gasped Sarah.  “That’s horrible!  What do they want with us?”

“I don’t know,” Gabrielle answered.  “Hopefully, they are just looking for a ransom to be paid.  That’s what happened last time.”

“Last time?” Sarah gasped again.  “You were kidnapped another time?”

By this time, Emily was awake.  “You were kidnapped before?”

“Yes, pets,” said Gabrielle.  “Twice.”

“Wow!” breathed Emily who was just starting to clear her head.  “When was that?”

“The last time was during the summer before my junior year.  I was held for a month before Papa was able to negotiate my release.”

“Wow!” Emily repeated.  “I knew you then.  Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Well, being kidnapped is not something I was very proud of,” Gabrielle responded.  “And I didn’t want to worry you.  We were already lovers then.”

“What was the other time?” asked Sarah.

“When I was thirteen, I was kidnapped for the first time,” said Gabrielle.  “I was held for two weeks before I was rescued.”

“Rescued?” asked Sarah.  “Who rescued you?”

“Papa did.”

“Why didn’t he just pay the ransom that time?” Sarah asked.

“They weren’t looking for ransom that time,” said the mistress.  “I was kidnapped by one of Papa’s rivals.  They wanted my Papa.”

“Wow!  This sure is a lawless place,” observed Sarah.  “When do you think we’ll be released this time?”

“Yeah, it can be pretty lawless,” agreed Gabrielle.  “But I don’t know when we’ll be released this time.  I don’t even know who kidnapped us or why.  But all of the killing earlier isn’t a good sign.”

“Well, I hope they let us out of this cage soon,” said Emily.  “My back hurts and my leg is falling asleep.”

“Can you two move now?” asked Gabrielle.

“I can,” replied Emily.  “But there’s no place to move to.  We’re packed in here like sardines.”

“Me too,” confirmed Sarah.

“Okay,” said Gabrielle.  “Emily, crawl on top of us.  Maybe we’ll be able to stretch out if you do that.”

“Mistress?” said Emily.  “Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?”

“Pet, are you challenging me?  Who owns you?”

Emily giggled.  “I’m not sure at the moment, Mistress.  Who does own me?”

“Pet!” said Gabrielle with her voice raised.

“Okay, okay.  You own me.  Let me just figure out how to do this.”  There was rustling in the cage and a few grunts as Emily shifted her body.  Eventually, she was lying on top of her two naked fellow prisoners.

“There,” said Gabrielle.  “Isn’t that better?”

“Sure is, Mistress,” replied Emily.  In her squirmings, she had found Gabrielle’s breasts.  She sucked on into her mouth and fluttered her tongue over it.  “This is a lot better.”

“Hey, you little nympho!” chastised Gabrielle.

“I hope they let us out of here soon,” said Sarah.

“Not me,” Gabrielle responded.  “I want to stay in here as long as possible.”

“You do?” said a surprised Sarah.  “But why?”

“At least in here, they’re leaving us alone,” said Gabrielle.  “Who knows what they’ll do to us once we’re out of the cage?”

“What did they do to you the other times?” asked Emily as she took a break from suckling Gabrielle’s nipples.

“They raped me,” replied Gabrielle.  “Over and over and over again.”

“Oh wow,” uttered Sarah.  This was going to be horrible!

It did turn out to be more comfortable with Emily lying across the other two.  At least now, they could stretch out a little more.  But that did not last long.  Eventually, they heard a scraping sound and light appeared far above them.  They appeared to be down some deep round shaft.

They heard a cranking and the cage shuddered.  Then it slowly rose upward, toward the light.  Sarah realized that their cage had been hanging down a well.

The cage emerged into the daylight, leaving all three girls blinking as they tried to adjust to the brightness.  The cage was swung away from the well opening and then lowered to the ground.

Five men stood around the cage, ogling the female flesh that was piled up behind the bars.  One of them opened the door and then the three nude forms were dragged out.  Each was tossed over a nearby railing, leaving their upper bodies hanging over one side and their legs down the other side with their bottoms sticking up in the air.  Then three of the men stepped behind the girls and pulled their cocks out, spearing them into the captive pussies.

Sarah wanted to protest but thought better of it.  She would probably be punished for it.  Besides, they probably didn’t speak English anyways.  She would follow Gabrielle’s lead for the time being.

Gabrielle did speak up, asking them in Spanish who they were and what they wanted.  Her question was rewarded with her head being yanked upward by her hair and a cock rammed down her throat.  Sarah received her second cock the same way.

The men were not cruel to them but they weren’t gentle either.  Sarah felt the cock in her pussy slamming deep into her with each thrust.  And the one in her mouth kept pushing all the way into her throat, causing her to gag over and over again.  It was all so horrible.  But Gabrielle was enduring it and had endured it two times previously.  She could to, she decided.

None of the men lasted very long.  Sarah received a load of sperm in her mouth first.  She heard some grunts to her left and knew that Gabrielle and Emily were receiving their share of sperm also.  Then she heard another grunt behind her and felt the male tense with his fingers digging into her hips.  She knew that he had just deposited his seed in her sex.

The men left them there, bound over the rail, as they went into the shed nearby.  Sarah envisioned them drinking beer and having a smoke after abusing their captives.

“Well, that was certainly fun,” whispered Gabrielle sarcastically to her fellow prisoners.

“That was awful!” exclaimed Emily.

“Did you learn anything from them?” asked Sarah.

“Not a lot,” said Gabrielle.  “But I don’t think they are rivals of Papa.  One of them said something about being rich after this.  I think they’re going to ransom us.  At least I hope they do.”

“I wonder what happened to those two brats,” said Emily.  “Who were those little sadists anyways and why to they keep showing up at the house?” asked Sarah.

“Daughters of friends of my father,” answered Gabrielle.  “They really are out of control, I agree.  But I have to admit that I enjoyed watching them play with the two of you.  You really are both exceptionally beautiful and responsive.”

“Hello?” said Sarah.  “Earth to Space Cadettes.  Can we focus here?  I don’t care what happened to those two brats or who they are.  Let’s figure out a way to get out of here.”

Before either of the other two could respond, however, the five men came back out of the shed.  Two of them grabbed Gabrielle and carried her back to the cage.  They tossed her inside and then locked the door.  One of them started turning the crank and the cage lifted into the air.

Gabrielle watched as two of the other men lifted Emily and Sarah off of the railing and threw them over their shoulders.  They started walking away in the other direction.

“Wait!” called out Gabrielle in Spanish.  The men kept walking.  “What are you going to do with them?”

The cage stopped descending for a moment and one of the males who had carried Gabrielle back to the cage responded.  “We’ll enjoy them tonight.  And we sell them tomorrow.”

“You can’t do that!” cried out Gabrielle.

“Of course we can,” replied the man.  “Your papa will buy you back.  But he won’t pay for the two hookers.”

“They aren’t hookers,” hissed Gabrielle.  “They are part of our household.  And Papa will pay for them.”

The man whistled and then shouted.  The two men carrying the two girls turned around and started walking back, shouting back to the whistler.  Sarah had no idea what was going on.  She just knew that she didn’t like it as she bounced like a sack of potatoes on the male’s shoulder.

Gabrielle and the whistler continued to talk after Emily and Sarah were dropped to the ground.  This went on for at least ten minutes.  Eventually, Emily and Sarah were stuffed back into the cage and it was lowered back down into the well.  The lid was scraped shut and the girls were left in darkness once again.

“What just happened?” asked Sarah.

“We were fucked,” replied a disgusted Gabrielle.

“No,” Sarah said.  “I mean after that.  What did they say?  What’s going on?  Why did they carry us away and then bring us back?”

“They were going to sell you,” Gabrielle explained.  “They thought you were hookers.”

Emily snorted.  “Hookers??  How dare they?”

“They planned to ransom me back to Papa but they were going to sell you.  I convinced them that you were part of the household and that Papa would pay for you.  So now we just need to wait and get fucked until Papa returns and pays the ransom money.”

“Sarah,” Gabrielle continued, “why don’t you lie on top this time?”

“Mistress,” replied Sarah.  “I would feel guilty lying on top of you.  Would you lie on top?”

Sarah did not like being owned one bit.  But she had gained a newfound respect for her owner.  Gabrielle had been both stoic and courageous.  And her new mistress had saved her from being sold into an even more unthinkable life.  She would still try to escape at some point but at least now she knew that Gabrielle had their safety in mind.

“If either one of you challenges me again,” Gabrielle responded crossly, “you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Emily giggled.  “How will you spank us with your hands tied like that?”

Gabrielle growled and Sarah quickly scrambled to lie across her two cell mates.  It was a very soft and warm mattress for her but she couldn’t imagine that it was comfortable at all for the other two.  She did feel guilty but she decided to enjoy her comfort while she could.  She rested her head on Emily’s breasts and snuggled into her cozy bed of soft girls.

“How long do you think we’ll be here, Mistress?” asked Sarah.

“I honestly have no idea,” was the response.  “I doubt that Papa even knows that we’re gone yet.  It didn’t look like anyone was left alive at home so there’s nobody to call him.  And I don’t know when he’s due to return home.”

“Maybe these outlaws will call him,” offered Sarah.

“Maybe,” said Gabrielle.

“Did you find out anything about the brats?” asked Emily.

“Yes,” replied Gabrielle.  “They were sold.  Apparently, they were shipped to their new owner or owners right before we were pulled up.  They were going to sell the two of you next.

“How can they sell people?” asked a shocked Sarah.  “People don’t do that.  Slavery doesn’t exist nowadays.”

Then she gasped and realized what she had just said.  Slavery did indeed exist these days.  She was living proof of that.  She hadn’t been sold into slavery.  She had been kidnapped.  Then she remembered Diane and the two million dollar fee that she had earned for kidnapping her.  Actually, maybe she was sold into slavery.

The girls chatted for awhile and then, eventually, they fell asleep.  Sarah held one of Gabrielle’s beasts in her bound hands while she sucked on one of Emily’s nipples in her sleep.

Chapter 11

In the total darkness of their prison, the girls lost complete track of time.  Days seemed to drag on and on.  But without being able to observe sunrises and sunsets, they had no idea how many days had elapsed.

They continued to rotate being on top and Gabrielle took her turns, enjoying her pets’ bodies as pillows and mattresses.  And neither of her girls challenged her again about anything.  They had learned not to question her judgment.

They were hoisted out of the well several times and, each time, they were raped by many of the outlaws.  After the second round of rapes, Gabrielle was successful in arranging baths for them.  The baths were not pleasant affairs.  One at a time, they were dunked into a tub of cold water and given a bar of soap.  Then they were put back in the cage, still wet, and lowered back into the hole.  While the baths were not what they were used to, at least the girls were fresh and clean.

To pass the time, they chatted and made love.  The conversations ranged from foods to school experiences to boys and girls.  Gabrielle became just one of the girls and they shared stories and giggled.

The lovemaking was also pretty egalitarian.  Two girls would feast on the third’s body, bringing her to multiple orgasms before they would switch and two would descend on a different girl.

Sarah especially liked it when she and Emily could make love to Gabrielle.  She loved kissing her kind mistress who she increasingly liked and respected.  She loved suckling on her mistress’ generous breasts and marveled that breasts that large could be so firm.  And she loved using her lips and tongue to toy with her owner’s sex and bring her to multiple orgasms.

She wasn’t sure why she enjoyed it so much or why she also enjoyed dining on Emily’s body.  In fact, she was a little disgusted with herself for liking the lesbian activities.  She had never been attracted to girls before.  But she adored the times when they frolicked in their black prison and even looked forward to the next session.

Sarah guessed they had been captive for about a week when there was an incident with the outlaws.  They had been hoisted out of their hole and draped over the rail again.  Each girl was being fucked in the ass while each was also servicing a second male with her mouth.

The male in Emily’s bottom pushed his cock especially hard into her, sending pain shooting through her body and causing her to cry out.  When she did that, her teeth accidentally raked along the cock in her mouth.

The man immediately pulled out of her and pulled on her hair, lifting her head even higher.  He shouted at the poor girl, slapping her across the face several times.  Then he pulled out his knife and held it to Emily’s throat as he continued to shout at her.

Gabrielle spit out the cock in her mouth and started shouting at Emily’s attacker.  He pressed his knife harder against the girl’s neck and Sarah gasped as she saw that he had broken the skin.  She saw Emily close her eyes and shudder as she felt the sharp blade pressed against her soft neck.

Gabrielle and the male kept shouting at each other and then one of the other men spoke up.  The threatening male slowly pulled his knife away from Emily and then put it back in its sheath.  Thank goodness, thought Sarah.

But the incident wasn’t over yet.  Gabrielle and Emily were both pulled to their feet and dragged to a pair of poles.  There, they were lashed to the poles, facing them.

Gabrielle continued to talk to the captors and Sarah could tell from the tone of her voice that she was pleading with the men.  But nothing seemed to be having any impact on the outlaws.  They continued to tie their naked prisoners to the poles.

The cock in Sarah’s mouth finally erupted and she had barely swallowed that deposit when a new cock replaced it.  The one in her ass continued to pound away, causing her belly to cramp each time it pushed in too deeply.

Two men walked up to the bound girls.  Sarah gasped when she saw that they had whipes in their hands.  Gabrielle continued to beg for mercy but they ignored her.  Instead, they prepared to whip the two vulnerable, feminine forms.

For over ten minutes, they whipped the two girls.  Each of them shrieked with each blow at first.  As time went on, the shrieks became grunts and groans.  Eventually, they merely whimpered as the lash bit into their sensitive skin.  Thankfully, none of the blows broke their skin but, when the men were finished, the girls’ backs and asses and legs were a latticework of angry red welts.

But it turned out that they still weren’t finished.  Gabrielle and Emily were released from their poles, only to be secured to them again.  This time, their backs were to the poles.  Again, Gabrielle begged and pleaded with them but again she was ignored.

Sarah now had a fresh cock in her ass.  The first one climaxed during the whipping of the girls’ backs.  The one in her mouth also climaxed while the girls were being bound to the poles again and another male had pushed his member into her mouth.

They used smaller whips this time but Sarah could tell from the shrieks and pleadings that they were just as painful as the larger ones were.  The breasts were the initial targets and each blow was carefully placed to maximize the pain that the girls received.  Sarah winced each time she saw a breast fly into motion after being struck by the whip.  After the beautiful orbs were covered with red lines, they moved onto the bellies.  More shrieks were drawn out of the two punished girls until a new latticework was patterned over their abdomens.

Sarah gasped at the next indignity but continued to suck on the cock in her mouth.  Men pulled the girls’ feet apart and tied them to stakes, leaving their pussies exposed and vulnerable.  Riding crops were used now and the leather implements of pain rained their punishing blows into the girls’ pussies, starting a new round of shrieks.

Emily thankfully passed out after the fifth blow to her sex.  But she was revived when the men threw a bucket of cold water into her face.  The whipping continued until she passed out again.  At that point, both men focused on Gabrielle’s sex until finally she passed out too, leaving silence in the air once again.

The two cocks using Sarah’s body climaxed in her and she was lifted off of the railing.  She trembled with fear as she worried that she was to be whipped now.  But instead of whipping her, they stuffed her back into the cage and lowered her down into the black prison.  She spent the night alone and finally cried herself to sleep.

Sarah woke up to the shuddering of the cage as it was being raised again.  It was daylight but she had no idea if this was the same day or the next day.  She looked around as she was used by a half dozen men who alternated between fucking her in the pussy and in the ass.  It was so insulting to be tossed over the railing to be raped.  Hadn’t these guys ever heard of a bed?

She couldn’t see her sisters anywhere.  She had started to think of Gabrielle as more of a sister now, after all that they had been through together.  Maybe she would view her as a mistress again but for now, she was simply a slave sister.  She wondered where they were.  She looked around for some clues but could not tell where they might be.

After the last of the males deposited his seed in her bowels, she was given some water, for which she was thankful and which she greedily drank down, and a biscuit.  Then she was locked into the cage once again and lowered into her prison.  And once again, she cried herself to sleep, worrying about her sisters.

The pattern continued for several days and she started worrying about her sisters even more.  There was no sign of them.  Were they being raped?  Had they been taken some place else?  Had they been sold?  And then she shuddered.  Had they been killed?

She was brought up once again.  This time, she was given a bath before the raping began.  Fortunately, there were only three men this time so it was all over quickly.  As she was being stuffed back into the cage again, Gabrielle and Emily were led out of a nearby building.  They looked exhausted and disheveled but at least they were alive.  As they got closer, Sarah gasped.  Each of her sisters now had a nose ring.  She knew that Emily’s nose was already pierced so that wasn’t new.  But they had defiled her mistress’ body.

Each ring was about two inches in diameter and was made of steel.  They rested on her sisters’ upper lips.  Gabrielle and Emily were crammed into the cage and then all three of them were lowered into the pit.

Even before the cage dropped below the rim, Sarah was all over her sisters, hugging them and kissing them.  “Where have you guys been?  I’ve been so worried about you.  I’ve been worried sick.  Oh, I missed you both.  I missed you so much.”

She gave them each another hug and then went back to kissing them.  “I couldn’t imagine what they were doing with you.  And I couldn’t imagine life without you.  I was so worried.”

Gabrielle smiled but they were already in the blackness so nobody saw it.  She reached out and stroked Sarah’s cheek.  “Hush, little one.  We’re okay.  And we’re together again.”

“Oh, Mistress,” Sarah said as she started to sob.  “I’m so happy that you’re back.  What have you two been doing?”

“We have been entertaining our captors, pet,” Gabrielle replied.

“Why did they take you away from me?” asked Sarah, choking back the tears.

Gabrielle described how Emily’s teeth had accidentally touched the male’s cock three days earlier.  The man was going to kill Emily in retaliation but Gabrielle had protested and argued that it would reduce the money they would get in ransom.  One of the other men had intervened to prevent the lost profits.  “They decided instead that they would whip both of us.”

“But what happened after that?” asked Sarah.

“We were raped.  For two days they raped us.  I have no ideas how many times we were fucked, but it was a lot; maybe hundreds.  When they grew tired of us, they gave us to the dogs and they raped us.”

“Oh, Mistress, that sounds horrible.”  Sarah hugged Gabrielle and then hugged Emily but found that Emily was already sound asleep.

Sarah propped her back against the wall of the cage so she was sitting.  The cage was so short, however, that she had to tilt her head to the side to sit up.  Then she arranged Emily so that she was lying with her head on Sarah’s thigh, using it as a pillow.

“Mistress, lie down,” said Sarah.  “You need some sleep.”

“Thank you, pet,” Gabrielle replied.  “Yes I do.”  Sarah helped her mistress to lie down and soon she had two sleeping sisters with their heads in her lap.

To be continued

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