Panther Girls

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