Panther Girls

Chapter 2

Sarah's mind was fuzzy when she woke up. Everything seemed blurry. She was encased in some kind of foamy material and couldn't move. She felt vibrations and heard a humming sound. She was in total darkness. And then she drifted back to sleep.

She kept waking up and finding the same surroundings. Her throat hurt when she tried to swallow at one point but everything else was the same: fuzzy mind, engulfed in foam, vibrations, humming and darkness. And then she would drift off to sleep again.

She woke up one time and managed to stay awake for several minutes before sleep consumed her. People were talking outside of whatever packing she was in. She decided to listen and learn rather than making sounds to try to get her release. She wanted to figure out where she was.

"Can't we keep her, Mom?"

"No, honey. We can't. That's not part of the plan."

"But she's so gorgeous," the first voice said. "I want to keep her. And you promised me a doll."

"I bought you two dolls, baby," said the second voice. Sarah recognized the voice as the wackadoo from the store.

"Oh, those aren't like real girls at all," said the first voice which was clearly the younger of the two. "They're stiff. And they're plastic. And they aren't even shaped right. This girl is soft and warm and so, so beautiful. I want her to be my doll."

"Baby, we can't keep her," the woman from the store said. "She's a special order and it took me a month to find someone who fit the specs. And it took me a whole week to plan and carry out the collection."

Sarah stifled a gasp. Special order? What did that mean? And it sounded like she had been stalked.

"We'll be keeping her for a few weeks," a male voice said. "She needs to be trained. You can play with the living doll then."

And then sleep overwhelmed Sarah again. The last thing to go through her mind was the realization that she was being drugged.

She finally woke up and the surroundings had changed. A bright light was overhead. She was no longer packed in the foamy stuff. She could feel that she was lying on a cold metal table and, by the feel of the table, it seemed like she was naked.

She lifted her head. It did look like she was naked but she couldn't tell for sure. A white sheet was draped over her body, presumably to keep her warm. When she moved her head, she felt something brush across her cheek. She couldn't tell what it was but she realized that something was between her lips. And when she tried to swallow, it was painful. She tried to scream for help but nothing but a croak came out.

She tried to get up but found that she was bound to the table. Her arms and legs were stretched to the four corners and she was secured firmly. She laid there for several minutes, looking around the room until someone entered it. It was a woman of about forty, she guessed.

"Welcome to California, sweetie," the woman said. It was the same voice as in the store but the face and hair didn't match Sarah's memory. She tried to say something but all that came out was a croak again.

"Don't try to say anything, pretty girl. Let me get the tubes out first."

The woman slid the sheet off and Sarah lifted her head and groaned. She was right that she had been naked. The woman gave each of Sarah's breasts a squeeze, bringing a blush to the teenager's face and then she slid a hand down her belly.

She felt something between her legs and then felt a sharp pain in her belly. "Relax sweetie," the woman said. "It will be out in a second."

Sarah felt another sharp pain and then the discomfort disappeared. "That takes care of the catheter."

Sarah lifted her head again when she felt the woman's fingers at the inside of her elbow. She saw that she had an IV and felt a little pinch as it was removed. A bandage was placed over the spot where it had entered her body and the woman shifted her attention.

"Now, I'm going to take out your feeding tube, little one," the woman said. "Don't try to talk. I want to give you some water first."

Sarah watched as the woman's hands moved to her face. She felt the woman prying her mouth open and then gagged slightly as she felt a tickle in her throat. The woman slowly extracted the tube and Sarah felt its movement, gagging several more times.

"There we go, beautiful one," the woman said. She leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips, causing the girl to tense at the unexpected intimacy. "Let me get you some water and then we can talk. I'm sure that you have some questions."

Sarah kept her eyes on the woman as she crossed the room. If this was the same wackadoo, she was at least a very attractive one. But she still couldn't get over the change in the woman. This was not the odd woman who had squeezed her breast and bought six hundred dollars of merchandise.

The woman returned and lifted Sarah's head with one hand as she held the cup to the girl's lips with the other. "Just take sips at first. Your tummy needs to adjust."

Sarah took small sips. But she was so parched that she took many of them. She groaned as the woman took the cup away and lowered her head again. "That's enough for now. You need to get used to things in your tummy again."

Sarah tensed again as she felt the woman's hands resting on her naked breasts. She was not used to people handling them so casually. "My name is Diane. And you are Sarah, if I'm not mistaken. You should be able to speak now."

"Why am I here?" croaked Sarah. Her throat felt raw and she was still parched.

Diane gave each breast a squeeze and then drew her fingers upward toward the girl's nipples. "Because I wanted you here. You are perfect. I brought you here because I wanted you."

"You kidnapped me." Sarah's voice was less croaky this time.

"Kidnapping sounds so criminal," Diane replied. "I like to think of it as collecting you."

"Who are you?" asked Sarah. "You sound like the woman in the store but you don't look like her."

"Oh, that," replied Diane as she captured the perfect nipples and stroked her fingers and thumbs along their length, enjoying their texture. "A bit of stage makeup and a wig. I didn't know if there were security cameras. I always take precautions."

"There are cameras," said Sarah, cringing again as she felt her nipples being toyed with in ways that were annoying her.

"Then they will see a slightly crazy redhead who looks to be about thirty," responded Diane. "But you can clearly see that's not me."

Diane had dark brunette hair and was closer to forty. She did not look at all like the woman in the store. She was trim and was well endowed, as evidenced by the tight-fitting t-shirt that she wore. Her breasts were very generous.

"When will you release me?" asked Sarah, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer. She remembered the comment about special order.

"Don't worry, pretty pet," said Diane as she continued to toy with the luscious nipples. "We'll send you on your way in a few weeks. And this place will quickly become a distant memory. I promise you."

"Please stop touching me," said the girl.

"Oh, now that's something I can't do," Diane replied. "This body needs to be touched. It was designed to be touched."

"You're scaring me now," said Sarah. "And please stop touching me. I mean it!"

"Don't be afraid, pretty pet," said Diane. She lowered her head toward Sarah's and, as their lips were about to meet, Sarah twisted her head to the side to avoid the kiss. Diane gave the girl a peck on the cheek before continuing. "There's plenty more to kiss if you don't want me to kiss your lips."

Diane shifted until her head was over Sarah's left breast and then Sarah watched in horror as the lips descended upon and ultimately engulfed her nipple. She felt the suction as her nipple was pulled in and out of the woman's mouth.

"Get off of me!!!" she screeched. "I'm not a lesbian!!!"

Diane released the breast for a moment and laughed. "Don't be silly, girl. You are whatever I decide you will be." Then she sucked the little nubbin back into her mouth again. Sarah groaned at her helplessness.

"Get away!" she finally screeched. Unbelievably, however, all that she accomplished was to have the wackadoo suck more of her breast into her mouth. She felt the suction on her sensitive flesh and felt the tongue fluttering over her nipple.

Diane finally released the succulent little nubbin and straightened up. She placed a hand on the breast and then placed her other hand between the girl's thighs, cupping her sex. "You can make this as easy or as difficult as you like, little one. Before you make that decision, though, let me tell you a little bit about what lies ahead for you so you can make an informed decision."

Sarah tensed as she felt the two hands touching her in such an unwanted way. This was just not right!

"You were a lot of work," Diane continued. "You were probably my most difficult project ever. But you will be worth every ounce of effort once the transaction is completed."

Sarah furrowed her brow in confusion. She was a lot of work? What did that mean? And what did the wackadoo mean about transaction? This made no sense.

"You can scream in here all you want," said the wackadoo. "Nobody will hear you. Even when I take you outside, you can scream all you want. The closest home is seven miles away. But keep in mind that your shrieks will grow tiring after awhile. I would hate to silence you, but I will if I grow weary of your piercing screeches. I think you will also not like it when you are unable to speak. But the drug is very effective. It will completely neutralize your vocal cords."

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. Things kept shifting on her. At first, she thought she was going to get raped. Then she thought she was kidnapped for ransom, although her family would hardly be able to pay any ransom money. But now, it seemed that she had been stalked for some other purpose. And it seemed that purpose was very dark indeed. Had she entered the world of white slavery?

Diane noticed that the girl remained silent and smiled. There was hope for her. "Let me show you my assignment."

Diane went to the counter against the wall and returned with a picture. She held it up for Sarah to see, causing Sarah to gasp.

"How did you get that picture of me?" she asked.

"Wait!" she went on. "Where was that taken? I don't recognize it."

"Wait! I don't have a suit like that!" The picture showed her in a setting that she did not recognize, wearing a bikini that she had never seen before. She was posed coquettishly with her hands on her knees and her bottom angled away from the camera. It was her for sure. But she had never seen the background. She had never posed that way. And she had never worn that bikini.

"It's not you, sweetie," Diane replied. She placed her hand on Sarah's breast and squeezed it again, causing Sarah to tense once more. "That was my assignment; to find an identical match for this girl."

"And you are as identical as possible," Diane went on. "Even you couldn't tell the difference. You are the same weight and the same height. I was concerned about breast size. You could have been wearing a padded bra. But I ruled that out in the store, if you'll recall. And we took a few measurements while you were sleeping. Not a single measurement was more than a centimeter or centiliter off from the specs. Not even identical twins are that identical."

Sarah blinked, not quite understanding what she was hearing. "But why? Why would someone look for someone who looked like someone else?"

Diane shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me. That's of no concern to me. Maybe they want matched ponies. Maybe they are planning a series of porn flicks starring the twins. I don't know. But once I sell you to them…. or him… or her… or whoever your new owner is, you'll figure it all out."

Sarah gasped again. "Sell me? Owner? What is this? You are starting to creep me out. And get your hands away from me!" Diane's finger had been stroking her labia, which were wet, much to Sarah's chagrin. She felt like she was an unwilling accomplice to her own kidnapping and abuse, and possible rape.

Diane slipped a finger between the wet folds of the girl on the table. "You'll get used to being touched and handled. That's my job. That's why they pay me the big bucks. That's how I'll earn my two million."

Sarah gasped yet again. "Two million?"

"Yep," smiled Diane as she gave the breast another squeeze and probed her finger deeper into the girl. "That's how much they're paying me for the girl who looks like the one in the picture. It has to make you proud to know that you're worth so much."

Sarah groaned. It was white slavery after all. She would end up in a brothel, she was sure, with the other poor girl in the picture. How else could they justify paying that much money to have her kidnapped?

She had to think. How could she get out of here? Clearly her parents could not pay that kind of money as ransom. And escape at the moment was out of the question. She was naked and bound. There was no way she could free herself right now. But maybe she could win their trust. And then, maybe she would be able to escape.

Sarah heard the door open and lifted her head. Another female had entered the room where she was being held captive but this one was much younger. She looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen.

But this female was the most bizarre thing that Sarah had ever seen. She was naked but for the pink collar that circled her neck and the steel shackles that were around her ankles and wrists. And she was hairless! There was not a single hair on her head. Even her eyebrows were missing. Her pubic hair was also gone. She looked like some kind of pink-skinned alien.

In a way, it was probably good that the girl was naked or Sarah would not know if it was a boy or a girl. Her feminine curves had not yet fully developed and, with her narrow, boyish hips, she could easily have been mistaken for a male. The only things that gave away her gender were her denuded pussy and the small mounds on her chest where her breasts were beginning to bud.

"Ooooooo!!!!" the girl squealed. "My doll is awake!!!"

The girl creature came over to where Sarah was bound and stood beside the table, letting her eyes roam over the captive's nudity. She reached out and poked a finger at the side of the breast closest to her, denting in the flesh.

"She's so soft, Mommy," the girl said.

Sarah's eyes opened wide. This was Diane's daughter? How could a mother treat a daughter like this? She looked more like some kinky version of a sex slave."

"Yes, baby,' agreed Diane. "She's soft and warm and cuddly. Isn't she just beautiful?"

The girl stroked a hand over Sarah's belly and then let it glide up to capture one of the full breasts that stood proudly on the prisoner's chest. She squeezed it and held it for a moment before shifting to the other one. In the meantime, Diane's finger started to slowly pump in and out of Sarah's sex.

"Oh yes. She's beautiful," the girl said. "She's so perfect."

Diane slipped her finger out of Sarah and held it up to her daughter's face. Sarah blushed as she saw it glistening in the light with her lubrication. Why would her body betray her like that?

"Taste her, baby," Diane said. "Tell me how sweet she is."

The girl opened her mouth and tilted her head forward, eagerly taking the coated finger into her mouth. She glided her lips up and down the finger almost as if she were giving a blowjob. And she made little cooing sounds as she licked the digit clean.

"Mmmm," she said, once the finger was removed. "She's so good; so sweet. When do I get to play with her?"

"In a little while, sweetie," Diane said. "I have some thing I have to take care of with her first. She just woke up. But you'll get to play with your new doll soon."

The girl stuck out her lower lip and pouted. "Well, don't take too long. I can't wait forever."

Diane laughed. "Well, you'll just have to wait. Now run along before you earn a spanking."

The girl giggled at that. "Maybe I want a spanking, Mommy."

Diane looked at the girl crossly, causing the denuded wonder to get a serious look on her face. "Okay, I'll leave." Then she skipped to the door, humming a children's tune, and let herself out.

"Was that really your daughter?" asked Sarah.

"Yep," replied Diane. "That's my daughter."

"Why is she naked? Why is she shaved? Why does she have on that collar and those shackles?"

"Well, in addition to being my daughter, she's also my slave."

"Wow!!" breathed Sarah. This truly was a strange place.

Diane slipped her finger back into Sarah and started slowly gliding it in and out again. With her other hand, she started to toy with the nipple, causing it to stiffen.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that," complained Sarah.

"You'll get used to it," Diane responded. "Right now, I just need to prepare you for some pictures and the rest of the measurements."

Sarah gasped. "Please, no pictures. I can't be seen like this."

Diane laughed. "You'll get used to that too. Soon it won't bother you at all to be displayed or touched or used."

For the next thirty minutes, Diane busied herself taking pictures of Sarah and making odd measurements. Every conceivable angle was memorialized by the camera. A little instrument that looked like pliers was used to measure the diameter of her nipples.

"We need to measure these when they are aroused," explained Diane. "We couldn't do that when you were sleeping."

Sarah groaned as a speculum was inserted, wondering what that could possibly be used for in taking measurements. That question was soon answered as a rod was inserted into her sex and pushed inward until it banged painfully against her cervix. Diane took a picture of the rod and then extracted it to take pictures of Sarah's gaping pussy, bringing more crimson to the bound girl's cheeks.

"I need to adjust you now," said Diane after taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures. "Will you be a good girl?"

"Probably not," replied Sarah.

Diane laughed. "At least you're honest. Frankly, it won't bother me if you misbehave. I just love punishing bad girls."

After Sarah was adjusted, she wondered why Diane had even asked the question. There had been no point where she could have fought back or tried to escape. Diane had rolled her onto her tummy. Then her ankle bindings were detached from the table and reattached to a rope running from the wall. A motor started whirring and she felt herself being pulled off the table as the bindings on her wrists were relaxed. When she was halfway off the table, her wrists were secured again and her legs were lowered and spread and attached to rings on the floor.

Diane took more pictures and Sarah squealed and protested as she felt the older woman violating her ass. She blushed furiously as a series of probes was inserted into her rectum, each one a little thicker than the last.

"We're almost finished," Diane said. "Then you can go play with Elizabeth."

Oh great, thought Sarah sarcastically. Just what I was looking forward to.