Panther Girls

Chapter 15

"We're so sorry, Mistress," they said in unison when Gabrielle was returned to her suite. They had spent the night there, wanting to be with her at the first possibility. Then Emily continued. "We had no idea that would happen, Mistress. We were just playing around. I guess we got a little carried away."

"Don't worry about it, pets," Gabrielle replied. "He seemed to enjoy it. He wants to do it again."

Sarah gasped at the news that it was to be repeated. "But is that what you want, Mistress?"

"I like Papa to be happy," the mistress replied. "He was the happiest that I have seen him in years. And he was the most virile I have ever seen him. He has never been so hard for so long."

Sarah blushed at that remark. That was not the kind of news that one normally shared about one's father. Again, she wondered where all of this was leading them. Surely everything must have changed by now. It couldn't go back to the way it was, could it? But where would it lead them now?

One thing that remained constant was the displaying of the panteras. Gabrielle still enjoyed showing off her pets when they had guests in the household. She was very proud of her blonde beauties and would have them prowl around partygoers, rubbing their sleek bodies against the legs of the guests as they purred. They always returned to their mistress' legs but would venture out from time to time to let the guests pet or fondle them.

"Isn't this a lovely one?" smiled one of the party guests as she crouched down on one knee. She reached toward Sarah to pet her but was met with a hiss and a snarl, surprising the young woman.

"She looks like a feisty one," the woman's mate said. "Should I grab her for you?" This brought another snarl to Sarah's lips and she reached out, swiping her claws through the air but purposefully missing her prey.

"No, don't touch her," the woman said. "She's a wild one and she's just doing what wild ones do. We have to earn her trust."

"Trust, huh?" the male said. "I'll only trust her once she's locked in a cage."

"Run along, Ricky," said the woman dismissively. "You're upsetting the pantera." Then she waved the back of her hand at the male and kept waving until he left. The woman then turned her attention back to the beautiful blonde pantera.

"You're simply beautiful," the woman said. This time she did not try to touch the naked girl. Instead, she held the back of her hand forward in a non-threatening gesture. Sarah played along. She inched forward toward the hand and sniffed at it.

The woman smiled but kept her hand still. "My name is Carly. You are such a beautiful kitty."

Sarah held her head up and looked at the woman. Then she inched a little closer until her nose touched Carly's hand. She turned her head back and forth slightly, rubbing her nose against the backs of the woman's fingers.

Sarah stayed completely in role and moved forward on her hands and knees, letting her cheek pass along the fingers which remained motionless. She started making little purring sounds but would stop and bare her teeth each time the woman moved.

Sarah had to stifle a giggle as she ‘trained' the woman to behave properly. She kept running her cheeks and nose back and forth against the fingers, stopping occasionally if the woman moved. Eventually, she determined that she had the woman trained well enough and she moved forward, crawling until her body rubbed against Carly's leg. She purred louder.

Sarah was leaning into the woman's leg and stroking the length of her body against it as she crawled back and forth. The woman moved her hand and rested it between Sarah's shoulder blades but she did not draw a hiss or snarl this time. Sarah just continued to purr and let the woman's hand glide down her back as the pantera moved across the leg. Sarah was having a lot of fun with this role play.

Carly kept stroking down the girl's back, enjoying the soft warmth of the naked flesh beneath her hand. After awhile, she started to stroke and knead the firm bottom cheeks of the girl on all fours.

"See?" said Carly. "I knew we could be friends. I'm not here to hurt you."

Carly let her hand move more freely now. She stroked down the blonde's back and then over her bottom and down a thigh. Sarah had her eyes closed and just purred louder as she slinked her body along the woman's leg.

Eventually Sarah stopped moving her body and lay down, curling her body around the woman's leg. She lifted her head and licked Carly's calf.

"You are such a loving little panther. Let's roll you over so I can scratch your belly." Carly rolled Sarah onto her back and started to move her palm in slow circles over Sarah's taut belly. This brought more purrs to the pretty kitty.

"It seems that you have tamed one of my kitties," said Gabrielle who had walked over to the feline demonstration.

"She's so beautiful," said Carly. "I hope you don't mind me playing with her. She seems to like it."

Gabrielle smiled. "Yes, she's not so fierce once she gets to know you. But go slowly with her or you might end up with teeth marks."

Again, Sarah had to stifle a giggle. She would snarl and hiss and snap but she could not imagine that she would ever bite anyone. But this was turning out to be fun and, besides, Carly seemed gentle and kind.

"It might take quite a bit of time to fully tame her," said Carly. "Let me know if you need your pantera back or I might end up monopolizing her time tonight."

Sarah looked up at the woman and finally realized how young her tamer was. The girl who was stroking her belly was no older than she was. She had assumed that the woman was older, although she realized that she had no real reason to think so. Maybe she just assumed that someone who could handle her so confidently must be older.

The girl who was stroking her belly was smiling down at her. She was beautiful with green eyes and reddish hair. She was slender with smallish, compact breasts and a curvy and very feminine figure.

"Yes, this one might take awhile to tame," agreed Gabrielle. "Feel free to keep her all night if you need her that long. I know that this pantera is a tough one."

Then Gabrielle bent down and swiped a finger between Sarah's labia, causing the pantera to gasp at the surprise intimacy. Gabrielle simply smiled and tweaked each of the stiff nipples once she discovered how wet her pet was. "You may take her to the training room whenever you like. Or you can take her directly to your room if you are brave enough to try that without further taming her. Her leash is on the table by the door."

"Thank you," replied Carly. "I think I should have some private training time with her." Carly leaned down and scratched lightly behind Sarah's ear and then gave each breast a squeeze. "Come pretty kitty."

Sarah rolled languidly onto her side and then gracefully moved to all fours. Carly started walking slowly toward the door and Sarah followed, continuously stroking her body against her mistress for the night. Once the reached the door, Carly slipped a collar around the girl's neck and then attached a leash.

"You're leaving so soon?" asked a surprised Ricky as he saw Carly leading the pantera away from the party.

"I have a kitty to care for," she replied.

"Oh," he replied glumly. "I was hoping we could hook up at this party."

"Sorry," Carly shrugged. "I'm into panteras."

Hmm, thought Sarah. Maybe these two weren't together after all. Well, she was glad about who she ended up with. Carly was nice and she seemed like she would be lots of fun.

Gabrielle smiled as she saw Sarah giving a wink to Emily as Carly led her away. Her girls certainly did not seem to be having an adjustment period any longer. If anything, they seemed happy and contented. That was a relief to her because, although she wanted to own the two girls, she also wanted them to feel loved and cared for.

By all accounts, they were. She saw Sarah's naked bottom sashaying seductively as Carly led her from the room. Emily was being pampered and spoiled by another woman who was holding up a ball of yarn which Emily kept pouncing on and wrestling with. Neither girl could have possibly put on this kind of show if they were not happy.

"You may have this pantera for the night," said Gabrielle as she crouched down and stroked Emily's thigh. The woman was kneeling with her feet tucked under her bottom as she kept moving the ball of yarn back and forth, causing Emily to jerk from side to side as she hunted the ball. It was pretty humorous to watch.

It was also very sexy for Gabrielle to watch her pet move. She had the sleekness and the feline movements of a cat. But she was most definitely a girl. There could be no mistaking that. Her silky curves attested to her femininity and her full breasts jiggled from side to side as she rolled and swatted at the ball. And her denuded sex gave testament to her arousal. She almost looked like she was flowing between her thighs. She was definitely highly sexually charged.

"Thank you," said the woman with a British accent and smiled back to her. "She's such a treasure. You must adore her."

"Yes, I do adore her," replied Gabrielle. "I can't imagine being separated from her. But she is a wild animal. Some days, I have to just let her run. I always catch her at the end and put her back in her enclosure. But it's good to let her frolic from time to time."

"Thank you for your offer. I am Christina. I will take good care of your pantera. And you are right. You should never be separated from her."

"You are welcome, Christina. And I know you will treat my girl well. I have been watching you play with her." Gabrielle reached between Emily's thighs and swiped a finger through her swampy sex before raising it to her lips and licking it off."

"If you ever decide to sell her or breed her, let me know," said Christina. "I would like to someday own panteras just like yours."

This caused both Emily and Gabrielle to raise their eyebrows. It seemed like an odd statement to Emily. Why would anyone want to breed a girl? And Christina was only a year or two older than Gabrielle.

It seemed very odd to Gabrielle. People had asked to borrow her girls in the past. Some had even offered to buy one or both of them. A group had even stolen them once. But nobody had ever asked to breed them. She wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

"It is very flattering that you want to own a girl like mine," replied Gabrielle. "I honestly have never considered breeding her. I will have to think about that." "Yes, please do," said Christina. "Or think about selling her. I really would like to own someone like her."

"Ah, that I could never do. As I said, I can't imagine being separated from my girls."

"Yes, you and your girls should be kept together, I suppose," sighed Christina.

Christina had been teasing Emily and was moving from nipple to nipple, touching them. Emily's head kept whipping back and forth trying to catch the hand but it kept escaping, moving to the other nipple. Finally, Emily bared her teeth and snarled.

"Oops," giggled Christina. "I guess she must have had enough of that game. May I take her for a walk before I take her to my room?"

"Yes, you may walk her. She probably has to pee anyways." Emily blinked and looked up at Gabrielle in shock. She had to be kidding!!! Now she was expected to pee outside?

"And be sure to stay in the yard," Gabrielle continued. "There are dangerous sorts around here sometimes."

"I'll take good care of your kitty," replied Christina. "Thank you for letting me borrow her."

Then Christina led Emily off to the yard. Gabrielle watched and had to laugh as she saw Emily refusing to squat in the yard. She went to the door and called out to the comical pair. "I would take advantage of the opportunity now, kitty. It could be a long, uncomfortable night if you wait."

Emily hissed back at her owner but then turned her back to Gabrielle and let go her flow of water. Gabrielle laughed again and then went back inside.

"You did a very nice job of getting your pets out of the way," Papa said as he greeted his daughter at the entrance to the room. "You obviously did not want them as witnesses."

"No, Papa. I did not want witnesses." She cast her eyes down and blushed at his words, not knowing what lay ahead for her but knowing that it would be uncomfortable. Then her blush deepened when Papa gestured to Rosalita and the new girl, Juanita, to come over.

The two girls knew what was expected of them and quickly went to work. Effortlessly, Gabrielle was stripped of all of her clothing and helped to her knees. Rosalita buckled the collar around the mistress' neck and then Juanita attached the leash. The mistress was now a pantera.

Papa led his new girl proudly through the small crowd. She had learned to slink along like a cat, having practiced many times on her own. She knew this day was coming because he had announced it to her weeks in advance. But she was still not prepared for it when it came. She had hoped that he was simply teasing her.

The worst part of it was being displayed so nakedly. She had practiced at being a pantera. She had been displayed by him alone and in the presence of her two slave girls. But she never dreamed that he would present her to others, especially this way.

She knew most of the people who were left in the room at this point. She wasn't sure whether it was worse to be shown this way to strangers or to people who she already knew. Both were horrible, she decided. It was so humiliating to be led around on a leash in front of others. She decided that being displayed to people who knew her was the worst part.

They all stood and admired the beautiful pantera as he slowly paraded her around the room for the first circuit. He was very proud of his catch. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her chest and swayed seductively with every step. Her tight body rippled with her movements and her belly was concave despite the position she was in. She was a priceless treasure.

Papa led her around a second time and people leaned down, letting their palms trail across her naked back or pat her perfect rump. Her blush grew deeper and she wondered how she would ever be able to face these people again. During the third circuit, people became bolder and stroked the generous breasts or circled her asshole or slipped a finger into her sex. She groaned at the indignity of it all.

But she realized that she was damp. No, that was not true. She was swampy. It was as if she had a faucet between her thighs. She had no idea how she could possibly react this way. And she had no idea why Papa was displaying her this way.

Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room and stood with his guests in a semicircle around him. He tugged on the leash, drawing Gabrielle upward until she was kneeling upright. All of the guests smiled admiringly at their hostess turned slavegirl. The hostess was blushing again.

A gasp was heard at the back of the room and all eyes turned toward the door. Gabrielle's face turned crimson as she saw Emily being led past the open doorway. The girl was gone quickly but Gabrielle knew that her pet had seen her being displayed. And she saw the hungry, longing gaze of Christina as the British woman had eyed her naked body on display.

Papa drew everyone's attention back to him and announced that his newest pantera would perform for them. But he also said that a wild beast like her could be dangerous and needed to be controlled. At the nod of a head, four of the men stepped forward. Each of her arms and legs were grasped and she was lifted upward. They easily carried her to a frame that had been placed there without her noticing. She was left with her arms and legs stretched outward as she lay horizontally on the X.

For the next two hours, her body was used and enjoyed by the partiers. The men fucked her. The women feasted on her breasts and toyed with her sex. Rosalita stood ready with a bottle of oil but, magically, no lubricant was needed. Finally, after all of the guests had climaxed once, they formed a semicircle again.

The frame was tilted up slightly, lowering Gabrielle's head and elevating her bottom. Papa stood between his daughter's legs and waited for Rosalita to rub the oil over his throbbing member. When he was satisfied with the girl's work, he leaned forward again.

Gabrielle groaned as she felt the spear slicing into her bottom. She thought she was going to escape this indignity but there was to be no such luck on this night. She groaned as the pole stretched her and filled her more and more. It was halfway into her and she was panting, trying to adjust. Finally, the huge thing was inside of her, embedded in her bowels, and he started stroking it in and out of her body.

He beckoned two of the partiers forward, a male and a female. They knelt and started feasting on the captive's breasts, suckling on the nipples of the large orbs. He beckoned another male who alternated between kissing the mistress/slave and sliding his cock deep down her throat. Two more females were summoned and he took his turn, kissing one girl and then the other. Occasionally, the ones at Gabrielle's breasts and mouth would step back to let three of the other partiers enjoy the captive beauty. Finally, he climaxed inside of Gabrielle and everyone stepped back.

The partiers started to dress and slowly disperse after his cock had slipped from her bottom. She felt embarrassed and used. And she had no idea what any of this meant. Had her status in life just changed?