Panther Girls

Chapter 12

Gabrielle and Sarah slept for a long time. It was uncomfortable for Sarah to be sitting with her head bent over for so long, but she remained where she was to provide pillows for her sisters as she stroked their arms and hair. Occasionally, she would move her head to a different position to relieve some of the strain but, regardless of where she moved it or how often, it was still uncomfortable.

The two girls didn't wake up until the cage was hoisted out of the well again. All three of them were fucked again by several of the males. They were given their baths and some food. Then they were lowered back into the well. Gabrielle and Emily fell immediately back to sleep and Sarah tended them with her gentle caresses.

This routine continued for several days. During that time, her two sisters regained their strength and the cruel welts faded away. After awhile, they were back to gabbing and making love to keep themselves occupied in their dark prison.

Then they stopped being hoisted. They weren't sure how long it had been since they were last pulled to the surface but it was probably at least two days. It was nice not to be raped, but they were getting hungry. Emily was the one who shouted for help first and then the other two joined in. But after awhile, they gave up. They were getting hoarse and it was obvious that nobody could hear them with the heavy lid on top of the well.

They settled back to wait. "What if they don't come back, Mistress?" asked Sarah.

"Then we die," replied Gabrielle.

"We could try to escape."

"Lead the way, pet."

Sarah sighed. "I don't know how." Then she started sobbing. Emily started sobbing with her.

Gabrielle gathered her girls close to her and held them, kissing each of their cheeks. "Hopefully, we will be rescued soon. If not, I can't think of anyone but the two of you who I would rather spend my final days with."

They did not gab so much at this point. They were becoming parched from lack of water. Lovemaking was out of the question. None of them was in the mood. Instead, they just tried to find comfortable positions and spend their time holding each other and kissing and caressing.

The scraping of the lid to the well awoke them after another day or two. A voice shouted down from above in Spanish. Gabrielle shouted back as best she could, although she was hoarse from the earlier shouting and the dehydration. The cage shuddered and started moving upward, carrying the three girls toward the surface.

"They had better have a damned good reason for leaving us down here so long," croaked Sarah as the cage ascended.

"Hush, pet," warned Gabrielle. "Don't anger them. You already saw what they did to Emily and me when they were upset. There is no reason for you to get punished the same way."

They emerged into the sunlight and once again were blinking their eyes, unable to see a thing because of the brightness. They heard a male voice. "Gabrielle!"

"Papa!" cried out Gabrielle hoarsely as she heard her father's voice. There was a flurry of Spanish between the two that neither Sarah nor Emily understood.

Sarah's eyes quickly adjusted to the light and she looked around. Papa was standing beside the well, flanked by a dozen or so men. Several of them held dogs on leashes as one man was fiddling with the lock to the cage. The Spanish chatter continued.

Sarah could tell the moment that Gabrielle's eyes adjusted. She felt her mistress shudder and then heard her speak with a suspicious tone in her voice. For some reason that Sarah did not understand, Gabrielle switched back to English. "Why do you have those dogs, Papa?"

Sarah knew that Gabrielle was remembering her ordeal with the dogs of the outlaws during which the dogs had mated with her. She held her mistress tightly and kissed her, trying to give her strength and comfort.

"To find you, daughter," replied Papa. Then he reverted back to Spanish.

"English please, Papa," said Gabrielle. Again, Papa groaned and rolled his eyes that his daughter would not allow him to use his native language. At that moment, the man working on the lock finally managed to open it and, one by one, he helped them from the cage.

Papa immediately hugged his nude daughter as soon as she was extracted, pulling her tightly against him. Sarah saw tears in his eyes as he nestled his nose in her hair.

"Papa!" exclaimed Gabrielle. "I'm naked!"

This comment brought a laugh from the father. He put a hand on each of her shoulders and held her away from him, letting his eyes travel up and down her body. "Oh, my, yes you are; and gloriously so. That is how you were when I first met you."

"But I'm not a baby any more, Papa. You shouldn't see me like this." She raised her arms to try to cover herself as best she could and then kept moving them trying to cover more of her body.

"You're always my baby, Gabrielle," he said. And then he barked something to the other males. One of them hurried forward with a leather bag and gave it to Papa.

"Here you go, my baby. Now you have clothes."

Gabrielle opened the bag and pulled out the clothing. She quickly donned the jeans and cotton shirt. Then she slipped into the sneakers that were included.

"What took you so long, Papa?" she asked as she pulled her hair out of her shirt and let it fan out across her back.

"I had to attend to business with your kidnappers," he replied. "And then we had to find you. Unfortunately, we were a little too effective in dealing with the outlaws. So we had to use the dogs to find you."

"Oh," nodded Gabrielle. "Well at least there's something useful that a dog can do."

Papa raised his eyebrows at that comment, not knowing what Gabrielle meant by it. Emily had to stifle a giggle at Gabrielle's remark and Sarah smiled knowingly. Then, the men brought food and water forward for the three girls.

"What do you mean about being too effective with the outlaws?" asked Gabrielle.

"We killed them all," replied Papa. "We meant to capture a couple of them who could lead us to you. But they all died.

Sarah shuddered at that comment. Again, she realized that this truly was a lawless land; and ruthless too.

"When did you kill them?" asked Gabrielle.

"About four days ago," Papa told her. We've been looking for you ever since. We almost didn't find you today. We never thought to look in the well. But the dogs were going crazy. It was obvious that they detected your scent.

"How did the others make out at home? It looked like a lot of them were killed during the raid. How is Maria?"

"Dead," Papa responded.

"Carlos?"

"Dead."

"Juan?"

"Dead." This went on through a half dozen names until Papa finally stopped her. "Everyone is dead but Rosalita. She was not at home when they came for you."

Gabrielle's eyes had been watering as she learned of the deaths. She finally broke down and cried. Papa held her as his daughter sobbed. Finally she stopped crying and spoke again.

"Do you know that that they came for me this time?" she asked.

"Yes, of course they did," he replied. "That's why I had to kill them. I had to send a message that I'm tired of my daughter being kidnapped. They just happened to see your two panteras and took them too."

"They also took the two Wagner girls, Papa."

"Oh," he looked surprised and then turned his head trying to figure out where they might be. "Where are they now?"

"I don't know, Papa. They were sold."

Papa sighed. "Maybe it's just as well. They have nothing to go back to. Both of their parents were killed."

They chatted for a little longer about the raid and the rescue. Then Gabrielle asked another question. "Papa, did you bring clothes for my girls?"

Papa blinked. "Your girls wear clothes now?"

"They do now, Papa," she replied. "I'll still display them when I want. But they have earned clothes, I think."

"Well, I didn't bring anything for them," he informed her. "Maybe they could wear a couple of our jackets. They should cover them."

"That will be fine," she said.

Papa turned and said something to his men. Two of them stepped forward, taking off their jackets and handing them to the two panteras. They gratefully accepted the clothing and slipped on the jackets. It was the first article of clothing that Sarah had worn since she was kidnapped. It had been over a year since Emily had worn clothes.

"Are you releasing them?" he asked.

"Oh, heavens no, Papa," Gabrielle replied. "They're my prized possessions. I'll always own them."

"Good," he said. "Because I haven't even had a chance to sample your new pantera. Which one is your new one?"

Gabrielle turned her head. "Come here, girls." Emily and Sarah stepped forward and stood on either side of their owner. Gabrielle wrapped an arm around the new one's waist. "This is Sarah, Papa."

Papa stepped in front of Sarah, wondering how his daughter could tell them apart. They looked identical to him. He reached out and grasped each side of the jacket, drawing it open to expose the girl's nudity and running his eyes up and down her form. Sarah blushed at the exposure despite the fact that she had been even more on display only moments earlier.

"Very nice," he said. He dropped one of the sides and reached out, lifting one of the girl's breasts with splayed fingers and bouncing it several times. "Very, very nice. Can she fuck?"

Sarah felt her blush deepening at the words and at the way she was being handled. She was being talked about as if she really was simply a possession. And she was being handled as if she was merely property to be assessed. At the same time, she felt her pussy clenching and she knew that she was becoming wet. Again, she wondered why her body reacted the way that it did. It was as if her body was conspiring against her.

"You will have to tell me the answer to that, Papa," Gabrielle responded. "I know that she has a very talented tongue. But I don't have a cock so I don't know how well she fucks."

Papa looked up into Sarah's eyes as his fingers moved to her nipple, grasping it tightly and rolling it back and forth as if he was testing its ripeness. "Are you a good fuck, girl?"

Sarah sucked in her breath at the question and also in response to the stimulation to her nipple. She knew that her blush must have turned a deep shade of crimson by now. "I don't know. I will try to be pleasing, Papa. Or should I call him Master, Mistress?"

"Papa is fine," Papa answered for his daughter. He loved how the girl was responding and blushing so beautifully. He stroked his fingers along the length of the nipple, feeling it stiffening even more. Then he gripped it tighter and stretched the little bud away from the girl's' chest. He admired the elongated shape and the firmness of the fleshy cone.

The last part of his inspection had him lowering his hand to between her thighs. He stroked two fingers along the girl's labia, feeling them already parted and slick. Then he slowly pushed one of the fingers into her sex, feeling the well lubricated tunnel gripping his digit.

"She'll do very nicely," he said as he withdrew his finger and let the jacket fall closed again. "I can almost feel her wrapped around my cock tonight. Can I have her for tonight?"

"Not tonight, Papa," replied Gabrielle. "I want both of my pets with me tonight. We've all been through a lot together. But you can have her tomorrow."

Papa sighed. This meant that he couldn't have either girl. And the sight of the three beautiful, naked girls a little earlier had gotten him very aroused.

"Just be sure to keep me well supplied," he said, turning to his daughter. "Or I might have to claim this delicious body on some nights."

Gabrielle was speechless as she saw her father reach out for her. His fingers started working on the top button of her blouse as he looked into her eyes. She tried to interpret the expression on his face. Was he just teasing or was he being serious?

He continued to open the buttons and, as more buttons were unfastened, it became more obvious that he was not just teasing her. She trembled slightly. What had gotten into him? He had never been like this before. But he had never seen her naked before. Had that changed something between them?

Finally, the shirt was open and he spread the two sides, slipping the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. He held out the shirt and one of the mercenaries with him stepped forward to take it, leering at the abundant breasts that were on display once again. Finally, she found her voice.

"Papa!" she scolded him. "What has gotten into you?"

He laughed at her reaction. "Hush, girl. Don't challenge your master."

Sarah's eyes opened wide at the new developments. She couldn't believe what was happening. Was this something that they had done before? It didn't seem so. Should she say something to protect her mistress' dignity? But then she realized that she would most certainly be punished for something like that.

She watched as he reached up and hooked one of his little fingers into Gabrielle's nose ring and lifted it, tilting her head back. With his other hand, he stroked his fingers down the front of her neck.

"It appears that you have been captured and enslaved, lovely girl," he said. Gabrielle trembled again.

"Papa!" she scolded again. This brought a quick spank to each of her breasts, causing the abundant mounds of flesh to bounce wildly on her chest.

Sarah saw Gabrielle blushing furiously at being displayed and handled so lewdly by her father. She knew that she should avert her eyes but, for some reason, she couldn't. She glanced at Emily and saw that her sister's mouth was agape with shock. She quickly looked back at the father and daughter.

Papa released the nose ring and moved his hands beneath his daughter's breasts. He lifted them in his palms and Sarah saw him smile appreciatively at the heavy orbs that filled his hands.

"Papa?" Gabrielle whimpered.

"Hush girl," he repeated. His thumbs stroked the nipples, causing them to stiffen even more and she turned an even deeper shade of red. Then he started bouncing the breasts, causing the succulent flesh to jiggle with each bounce.

He laughed as he kept bouncing the generous orbs. Sarah and Emily watched in disbelief as their owner was fondled by her father. But Papa and the two girls all noticed that Gabrielle did nothing to remove his hands from her chest.

"It's not what has gotten into me, girl," he said, finally answering her question. He stopped bouncing the breasts. But he continued to hold the glorious mounds, enjoying their weight. "It's what I haven't gotten into: pussy."

He laughed again and then released the magnificent orbs. He was only teasing her, curious about her reaction. But he had to admit that his daughter was spectacular. She was every man's dream girl. And he did notice that she had allowed him to take liberties with her body with only minimal and only verbal protest.

"I will expect Sarah first thing in the morning," Papa said. "She will not need clothes."

"Yes, Papa," nodded Gabrielle with a small and trembling voice. "She will be there."

It was time for Papa to take his daughter and her girls home. They had been through enough. Papa called for the helicopters to pick them up and they were home within the hour.

The house was pretty empty. Only Rosalita was left. Papa had been spending all of his time looking for Gabrielle and had no time left to build the staff back up. But Rosalita did her best to make the girls comfortable. She fed them and tucked them into bed. They cuddled tightly against one another but did not make love. They were still too weak from their ordeal.