Panther Girls

Chapter 17

Some months later, Sarah and Emily were sleeping in their bed again after giving each other three very satisfying orgasms. Even Sarah was beginning to think of herself as a nymphomaniac by now. She began to see what her sister was talking about months earlier. She needed sex. Her entire life had started to revolve around sex in whatever form it took.

Their limbs were entwined as they hugged each other tightly in their sleep. Emily was making little cooing sounds while Sarah just kept planting little kisses on Emily's face in her sleep. Both were dead to the world.

But they both awoke at the same instant. As they looked around the room, it was Emily who groaned and then spoke first. "You gotta be kidding!"

Fortunately, nobody understood the American slang. One of them responded in very broken English.

"You come with us now."

Each of the four men had a gun as well as a coil of rope. It was obvious that they were about to be raped. Would they also be kidnapped again? This really is a lawless place, thought Sarah.

"What about the others?" asked Sarah.

"They sleep," the male said.

Emily gasped. "Did you kill them?"

"No kill people," the man replied. "And none will be killed if you stay quiet and come with us."

Emily and Sarah both breathed a sigh of relief at that news. A lot of people had died during the last raid.

Emily glared defiantly at the spokesman. "So what is it this time? Ransom? Rape?" She swung her legs apart as she leaned back on the bed, exposing her sex to the male. "Is this what you want?"

The man raised his eyebrows at the foolish girl's antics. His three friends grinned at the entertaining show being performed by the girl. Sarah just rolled her eyes. Somehow she knew that Emily would get them into even more trouble.

"We can rape you if that is what you wish," he smiled back. "We will never turn down the invitation of a beautiful girl. But that would be your decision if you want us to do that."

"Then what is it that you want?" asked Sarah. These men did not seem at all like the outlaws that raided earlier. But it was clear that their presence could mean nothing good.

"Come," the man said. "We will talk on the way."

"On the way where?" asked Sarah, frustrated at their vulnerable position and the impossible situation that they were in.

"Come, little one," he repeated. "Would you like to get dressed first?"

Sarah raised her arms and then dropped them, banging her fists against her thighs in another sign of frustration. "We would rather stay in bed naked by ourselves."

"I am sorry but that is not possible," the speaker said. At least I'm starting to be able to understand what he's saying now, thought Sarah.

"Then we would like clothes," replied Sarah.

"Then you must dress quickly," he said. "You have two minutes. But it is a pity to cover your beauty with mere cloth. It is your lucky day and my misfortune."

They quickly pulled on jeans and tops and sneakers. Then the four men led the two girls away with two of them in front and two behind. The leader carried on a conversation with the two girls as they were led out of the house and down the drive. But he kept avoiding Sarah's earlier question. Finally, they reached the van that was parked in the grass beside the driveway.

"You have told us how you are taking us," Sarah said. "But you have not told us where you are taking us."

The man spoke again as one of his companions stepped next to either girl. The fourth man opened the van door and they saw Gabrielle lying on the floor of the van, apparently unconscious. The men beside the girls reached toward them and each felt a bee sting to her neck.

"To Jolly Olde England, of course," the spokesman said with a cultured British accent. "The three of you were a special order."

"Oh god no," uttered Sarah as she felt her eyelids drawing heavy. "Not again." And then both girls were rendered unconscious by the drugs that had just been injected into their bodies.

"Christina certainly has good taste in pets," the leader spoke as the other men arranged the two blonde beauties in the back of the van. "These three are prime trophies. I wouldn't mind owning any one of them."