Panther Girls

Chapter 16

From then on, the pantera owned panteras. The two beautiful blonde panteras were frequently on display by their raven-haired mistress with a full head of curls. And when Papa so chose, which was often, the raven-haired girl became a pantera.

It was easy for Papa to rationalize in his mind and he did so in many ways. He had rescued her so, by many counts, she belonged to him now. She was beautiful and just the kind of girl he wanted to own; so he did. And she looked so much like the woman who he had loved and married. She was his best possible replacement.

Plus, sex with Gabrielle was unbelievable. He loved the way his cock sank into her as if it was being gripped in warm butter. It would cling to his shaft and squeeze it. He did not use her ass often but he loved the feel of his cock being squeezed tightly by her almost liquid channel. And her breasts were not to be believed. He could feast on them or toy with them all day. Gabrielle was his idea of the perfect slave.

There was a new order in the household. Papa was clearly on top. The two blonde panteras were clearly on the bottom. Gabrielle must be somewhere in the middle because sometimes she was treated as the third pantera and sometimes she was the mistress of the household.

Rosalita was also in the mix in some way but Sarah could never quite figure out how. Sometimes she was allowed to play with the panteras. At other times, Gabrielle played with her. It was all very confusing to the blonde panteras.

The one thing that they did understand was that they were clearly owned. But strangely, they did not even seem to mind at this point. They were well cared for. They knew that they were loved by their new family. It was a very unusual family but it really did feel like a family to them now.

One night, after Sarah had been owned for a year and Emily had been property for two years, they were together for the night. That probably meant that Papa had claimed their mistress for the night. It wasn't a given but it was a pretty good bet.

"Who's your favorite to be with?" asked Emily after releasing her sister's nipple which she had been suckling a moment earlier.

"Why, you are, sis," giggled Sarah. "I thought you knew that."

Emily ruffled Sarah's hair and then slapped her lightly on top of the head. "I'm being serious." Then she nipped at Sarah's nipple, eliciting a squeal.

"Hmmf," grunted Sarah at the indignity of the slap. "I was being serious. I love our mistress but I would love to be able to spend more time with you."

Emily slid up Sarah's body and kissed her slave sister. "Thank you, love," she said, speaking between kisses. "I would dearly love to spend more time with you too. We never seem to get enough of it together."

"So who's your favorite?" asked Sarah.

"I don't think I have a favorite," replied Emily. "I love all three of you. I never thought I would be able to say something like that but I love being owned by Mistress and Papa. And I truly love being your sister."

"I think that this place has changed me," she continued. "No, I know it has changed me. I don't think I ever want to go back. I'm not even sure that I could go back home at this point."

"Sure you could go back if they let you," argued Sarah. "They won't let you go, but you could adjust quickly I'm sure if you were released."

"I don't think so," said Emily. "I'm just too sexed up now. If I don't have sex at least five or six times a day, I think I'm going to pop. I mean look at us now. We have a whole evening to ourselves and all we're doing is making love."

"Well what would you rather be doing?" asked Sarah. "We could try something else. We could watch a movie or play cards or something. I thought you liked sex with me."

"Oh, baby sis," said Emily as she lowered her head and kissed Sarah, letting her lips linger and breathing in her slave sister. "I love making love with you. I could make love all day with you. And even though we're allowed to wear clothes most of the time now, I would still be naked around you whenever I could. I adore you."

"Hmmf," snorted Sarah. "So now I'm just a sex partner for you?"

Emily slipped back down and gripped one of Sarah's nipples between her teeth, holding it tightly. She waited for Sarah to squeal before releasing it.

"I never said anything about you JUST being a sex partner. But you are definitely a sex partner." Emily kissed the nipple that she had just punished and then giggled. "And wow, wow, wow, what a fantastic sex partner you are!"

Sarah rolled her eyes at the response. "I never realized what a nymphomaniac you are. Am I getting that bad too?"

"Hmm," replied Emily. She leaned down and circled each of Sarah's nipples with her tongue and then reached up, gripping each stiff nubbin and rolling them back and forth slowly. "Let me think about how to answer that."

She paused for a moment before continuing. "Can I make you cum by touching you here?" She circled each of the damp nipples again with her tongue.

"Of course you can," replied Sarah. "You know you can."

"I see." She slid her body lower down her slave sister until her face was above Sarah's bald pussy. She blew lightly on the slick petals, seeing them twitching and lubricating even more in response. "How about here?"

Sarah sucked in her breath at the stimulation. "Yes, there too. But what does that prove?"

"Wait," said Emily. "I'm not finished yet." She moved back up and circled her tongue around Sarah's belly button, moving it gradually in tighter circles.

"How about here?"

"Yessssss," hissed Sarah. She was scrunching her hands trying to maintain control of her reactions.

"And here?" "And here?" "And here?" Emily was taking a leisurely tour of her sister's body and each new spot promised to push Sarah over the edge. Emily pointed out dozens of places that she could stimulate to elicit an orgasm from her slave sister.

"And I've just been working on your front so far," said Emily, finally. "Should I roll you over and point out some more on the other side?"

"No," replied Sarah indignantly. "But I still don't see what that proves."

Emily slid back up Sarah's body. She grasped her sister's wrists and extended them upward and outward, pinning her to the bed. "It means, dear sister, that you are a complete sexual animal now. You live for sex. You live to serve. You live to please your owners. And you live to be controlled."

Emily punctuated each comment with a kiss. She prolonged the last kiss and kept it up until Sarah was squirming beneath her. She occasionally broke the kiss to nibble on her sister's earlobes or neck but she avoided touching her between the thighs. Within moments, Sarah exploded in orgasm.

Emily continued to hold her sister down and moved back down her body to feast on the beautiful, bountiful breasts, seeing Sarah's chest still flushed with arousal. "I think I proved my point. And that's why we can never go back. We would wither away without all of the sex that we are used to. Either that or we would be arrested or institutionalized for lewd and lascivious behavior. Face it, we're both nymphomaniacs now."

"Hmmf," snorted Sarah indignantly again. "I'm sure I'm not!"

"Then let me roll you over and I'll continue my demonstration."

"No, wait!" gasped Sarah. "Okay, okay! I'll admit that I have a healthy sex drive now. Well I'm not sure how healthy it is. But it's a big sex drive."

"Good, I'm glad we got that straightened out," giggled Emily. "Now I can start to make love with you."

Sarah gasped. "What do you think you've already been doing?"

"Just having fun so far," grinned Emily. "Now the serious work begins."

In an instant, Emily drew the cuffs from the head of the bed and secured her sister's wrists. Then she drew each ankle to a corner at the foot of the bed and fastened them, leaving Sarah spread eagle.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

Emily giggled again. "I'm getting ready to dine. I'm going to feast myself on your body until you are fucked senseless."

Emily slid all the way down Sarah's body and started by sucking on her toes. For the next two hours, she toyed with her slave sister, slowly moving upward until she finally reached the head. By the time Emily was finished, Sarah was a sweaty mess and was spasming uncontrollably after receiving at least a dozen orgasms at the hands of her devious sister.