Panther Girls

Chapter 13

"Mistress," said Sarah. "I like this one. What do you think?" Sarah was holding up a white cotton sundress with floral embroidery around the neckline, the sleeves, and the hem in front of her body.

"I think you'll look darling in that, pet," replied Gabrielle. "Go try it on for me." Sarah disappeared into the dressing room to put the dress on and model it for her mistress.

It had taken months for Gabrielle to feel comfortable taking her girls shopping. It was a huge risk to expose kidnapped girls to the public. It wasn't that anyone would recognize them. After all, they had been captured in another country, thousands of miles away. But if they tried to escape, and if they made their way to the police, things could turn out very badly.

Their first foray had been to a shop owned by a friend of Gabrielle's who also owned a girl. At least she could be certain that the shop owner would not be shocked if the girls tried to escape. Prior to that, Gabrielle had gone shopping for the girls.

But the girls had not tried to escape. In fact, they showed no signs of doing anything but selecting outfits and articles of clothing that they liked and thought that their mistress would like. They giggled with delight at being able to select as much as they wanted. The shop specialized in native clothing and they walked away with colorful ponchos and serapes and gaucho attire.

Apparently, Gabrielle had realized, their ordeal had drawn them closer and bonded her pets to her. She had stood up for them. She had prevented them from being sold. She had even been punished for trying to help one of them. They trusted her and depended on her. And she increasingly trusted them.

Papa had been dead set against Gabrielle taking her pets out of the compound. His occupation provided his life with enough risk. He did not need his daughter's hobby adding more risk. She did not argue with him, though. She simply ignored his worries and took her girls into town whenever she wished.

"Mistress," said Sarah after she stepped out of the dressing room. "What do you think?" She did a little pirouette, causing the skirt to flare before it settled back down around her legs.

Gabrielle smiled as she reached out and ran her hands down Sarah's sides. "You look adorable in it, pet. Now turn slowly so I can check the fit. How does it feel?"

Sarah slowly turned and Gabrielle stroked down her girl's back and bottom and tugged on the material. "It feels like a good fit, Mistress."

Sarah finally turned all the way and was facing her owner. Gabrielle raised her hands and was squeezing the braless breasts through the thin material. Sarah blushed and glanced around the shop, nervous that someone might see the intimate touching. A woman was watching and this caused the blush to deepen.

"Mistress," she whispered. "Someone's watching. Oh my gosh, she's coming this way."

Gabrielle continued to check the fit, ignoring any spectators who might be observing them. The woman spoke in Spanish. Again, Sarah had no idea what the woman said but she did recognize her owner's name being spoken.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Frederickson," said Gabrielle, turning to greet the newcomer. The woman switched to English on Gabrielle's cue.

"I thought that was you," Mrs. Frederickson said. "My, how you have grown. It's been so long since I have seen you; probably not since your mother died."

"Yes, Ma'am. It's been several years." Then she turned her head to Sarah. "It fits nicely, pet. Go see if you like anything else."

"Yes, Mistress," muttered Sarah. She wasn't sure if she should use the title or not. But she hadn't ever called her owner anything but Mistress so she stuck with her usual form of address.

"Pet? Mistress?" said the woman after Sarah had returned to the racks.

"They are my girls, Mrs. Frederickson," explained Gabrielle. "At least that one is. The other one must still be in the dressing room."

Mrs. Frederickson cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Just then, Emily came back into the room. "Oh, my, you have twin subs."

Gabrielle smiled back at Mrs. Frederickson. "Yes, Ma'am. They are my twin delights."

"Hmmm. What would your mother say about that if she was still alive?"

"Congratulations, maybe?" said Gabrielle. "I'm not sure but I think she would approve. She had a girl of her own."

"Did she now?" said Mrs. Frederickson. "That was a side of her that I never saw or knew about."

"Yes, she had Elsa for several years."

Emily came up to the pair and turned for inspection. "What do you think, Mistress?"

Again, Gabrielle performed the inspection, running her palms over the girl and tugging on the material. Then she squeezed the girl's breasts and slipped a finger under the material at the neckline.

"Does it feel tight anywhere, pet?"

"No, Mistress," replied Emily. "It feels fine."

"Can you help me here, Mrs. Frederickson?" Gabrielle said, turning her head to the other woman. "It feels a little tight right across the chest. Let me know what you think."

The woman opened her eyes wide with surprise but nodded slowly. She tentatively raised her hands and ran them up Emily's sides to her arm pits. "It feels like a good fit to me."

"Check right here," said Gabrielle, reaching up again to press Emily's breasts together under the cotton covering.

"Oh my," said Mrs. Frederickson. But she did reach up and mimicked Gabrielle's actions, pushing the soft fleshy mounds together. It was obvious that the girl was not wearing a bra. "I think it's a good fit."

"Hmmm," said Gabrielle, acting as if she was not convinced. "Emily, go get me the next size."

"Yes, Mistress." She returned a moment later with the same dress in a larger size.

"Give me your dress, pet," Gabrielle said. "I'll hold it while you try on the bigger size."

It was Emily's turn to open her eyes wide. She was about to be displayed! She was used to that but never in a public place. But she obediently unzipped the dress and slithered out of it. Mrs. Frederickson was speechless as she stared at the beautiful nude standing in front of her. And for some reason, she could not tear her eyes away from the shapely curves and bald pussy of the blonde lovely.

"Your subs will do just about anything you ask them to, won't they?" commented the woman.

"My slaves will do exactly everything I tell them to," Gabrielle corrected the woman. This caused the woman to cough. Emily tried on the other dress and Gabrielle groped her under the auspices of checking the feet. Gabrielle agreed that the earlier dress fit better. Then Emily was told to take off the dress. By that time, Sarah had returned, wearing a new dress. She was also patted down and squeezed by her owner.

"Mistress," said Emily. "May I have the dress back now?"

"In a moment, Emily," said Gabrielle. "I want to show Mrs. Frederickson something. Sarah, this looks very nice. And it fits well too. Take it off for me now."

Sarah gasped at the command. They were in a public place! She glanced around to see if anyone else was in the shop and gasped again when she saw that Emily was naked now. Thankfully, nobody else was in the store. She looked back at Gabrielle imploringly but Gabrielle just furrowed her brow.

Sarah sighed and slipped out of her dress. She reluctantly handed it to Gabrielle who set both dresses aside.

"Mrs. Frederickson," said Gabrielle to the shocked family friend. "I'd like to show you something."

Mrs. Frederickson's jaw was gaping open as she stepped next to Gabrielle. Then she groaned as Gabrielle reached out and lifted Sarah's left breast in one hand and Emily's right breast in the other. She bounced them a few times and then turned her head to the woman. "Have you ever seen such a perfectly matched pair of girls? Here, you have to try this. Even the weight and texture are identical."

Gabrielle dropped her hands and then moved Mrs. Frederickson to where Gabrielle had been standing. "Go ahead. Check out what I was telling you."

As if hypnotized, Mrs. Frederickson's hands rose until her fingers touched the magnificent orbs. She quickly pulled them back almost as if she had been burned.

"Go ahead," urged Gabrielle. "They won't mind. Will you girls?"

"No, Mistress," they replied softly in unison. Again, the woman's hands moved upward and this time the fingers were not withdrawn. She raised each of the breasts in her palms and held them.

"Aren't they so soft?" asked Gabrielle.

"Yes, they are," whispered Mrs. Frederickson.

"Squeeze them," encouraged Gabrielle. "Stroke them. I find them delightful."

Mrs. Frederickson complied and seemed to be mesmerized by the naked flesh in her hands and the nude beauties standing before her. They really were remarkable girls.

"You may get dressed now, girls," Gabrielle finally said before turning back to the older woman. "And you are always welcome to visit and enjoy them again any time you wish. I love to show them off and share them. They are my most prized possessions."

"You are so bad, Mistress!" chided Emily during the ride home.

Gabrielle laughed. "Yes I am. Wasn't that fun? I loved the looks on her face. They were simply priceless."

"Do you really think she'll visit?" asked Emily.

"Oh, I doubt it," Gabrielle responded. "I'd love to help her explore more. But I doubt she'll call. What did you think of her?"

"She seemed very nice," Sarah replied. "And she was very pretty."

"I thought she was beautiful," added Emily.

"Maybe I'll call her and invite her," said Gabrielle. "It would be fun. And I've always thought she was beautiful too."