Panther Girls

Chapter 4

The next three weeks were hellish for Sarah. She never would have imagined that she could possibly feel so helpless and vulnerable. She had no control over anything including her body functions and her body's reactions.

Each night, she was stuffed in a cage. It was too short for her to stand. It was not long enough for her to lie flat. The only thing she could do was curl up on her side in a fetal position as she cried herself to sleep. And that was the good part of the day.

Each morning, Elizabeth would retrieve her from the cage, although she would not be released from the cage until she knelt with her wrists behind her back near the edge of the cage. As soon as Elizabeth cuffed her, the door would be opened and she could waddle out on her knees.

Elizabeth would take her to the bathroom where she could relieve herself under the bald wonder's supervision. Then the young teenager would shower her and scrub her body with a stiff brush. The bristles stung and hurt her sensitive flesh at first but, after the first week, it was less painful. Was her skin becoming calloused?

Her breakfast was served to her in a dog bowl set on a low shelf. She knelt in front of the shelf and scooped at the gruel with her tongue since her hands were useless behind her back. Then Elizabeth would wipe the gruel off her cheeks and deliver the captive to Diane for whatever training or processing was on the schedule.

Everything that happened to her seemed to be designed to humiliate her and to break down her will to resist. She still harbored hope that she would escape or be rescued but that light at the end of the tunnel grew dimmer by the day.

Each day contained basically the same activities, although the order was always different, keeping her on edge. She did not like any of the activities although she quickly learned not to voice her opinion. On her third day, she had been paddled severely for complaining about her treatment. She could not sit for days without wincing and it took over a week for the bruises to fade away. After that punishment, she became very compliant and much less defiant.

"You have to be more vocal, little one," said Diane as she caressed the outer swells of Sarah's breasts. Sarah was suspended in air with ropes leading from each of her four cuffs to four posts. A male was standing between her legs, pounding his beefy cock into her sex, causing her body to bounce and her breasts to jiggle with each thrust. "Your owner will want to hear his property as he uses it."

"I can't, Mistress," she whimpered. She had quickly learned to use the title of Mistress to avoid being punished again. "I'm so ashamed."

Diane leaned down and kissed Sarah on the lips. "That's why I'm keeping you here for a few weeks before delivering you to your new owner, pet. We need to condition you. We need to peel away all of your old inhibitions."

That's when Diane came up with an idea. She wasn't sure if it would work. She had never tried this approach before. But it was her innovative approaches that caused customers to keep coming to her. And her cleverness was what earned her this two million dollar assignment.

"That's enough, Ralph," Diane told the male. "Thank you for your assistance this morning."

"Diane," he groaned as he looked down at the ripe body swinging in the bindings before him and impaled on his cock. "Just another minute. I'm almost there."

"I said that's enough, Ralph. Now, be on your way."

Ralph groaned again. He reluctantly withdrew his cock from the girl's perfect body. Then he got dressed and left.

"Send in Eve," said Diane before the male left the room.

A few minutes later, the naked Eve emerged into the room. Diane drew her aside and spoke to her quietly, outlining her plan. Then Eve knelt between Sarah's outstretched legs and used her lips and tongue to pleasure the girl.

Sarah was brought close to climax over and over again but each time, right before she was about to explode, Eve would stop. She would wait a few minutes for Sarah to settle down and then would begin again. Sarah started to whimper after a few of these start and stop episodes.

After nearing orgasm a dozen times, Diane told her to stop again. "Take a break. Send in Elizabeth. But I'll need you again shortly."

Elizabeth came into the room and Diane gave her the same instructions. Then the bald wonder knelt between the girl's legs and repeated the actions of her slave sister, Eve. Quickly, Sarah was moaning and groaning as she was tormented by the talented tongue. It was torture!

Eve came back in and spelled Elizabeth. Each time Sarah would get close to an orgasm, the tongue would stop moving. It was agony!

Sarah was quite vocal at this point. She was so frustrated that she would have done anything to achieve an orgasm. She would have even signed her life away into slavery at that point. She just needed relief. It was cruel!

This continued for hours with Eve and Elizabeth performing a sort of pornographic tag team event. Sarah was begging for relief. She moaned and groaned and grunted and wailed. It was horrendous!

Diane had been recording this for future reference in case the approach worked. After several hours of the exquisite torment, she slid a table into the center of the room and she and Eve lifted Sarah onto it. The bindings still held her spread eagle but at least now, her cuffs were not supporting all of her weight. And the exquisite tormented continued on for more hours.

Occasionally, Diane would walk over to the bound girl and stroke a thigh or squeeze a breast. Several times, she slipped a finger into Sarah's sex and then painted the girl's lips with her juices. The first time, Sarah twisted her head away. After that, though, she let Diane coat her lips in hopes that compliance would cause the mistress to take pity on her and allow her to climax.

Finally, Diane called a halt to the training exercise. It was close to midnight and she had to let her other two slaves get some rest. She had another idea, though, that she wanted to try out.

She left Sarah on the table bound as she had been throughout the evening and most of the afternoon. There was no risk of her falling off with her limbs stretched in all directions. She threw a sheet and a blanket over the girl to keep her warm. And then she placed headphones over Sarah's ears. She would listen to her own sounds all night.

Right before leaving the girl for the night, Diane sucked one of her nipples into her mouth and pulsed it, further arousing Sarah and increasing her agony. Eve was assigned to do the same with the other nipple and the bound prisoner was once again wailing. She thought she was going to pop. Then Diane led Eve out of the room and Sarah was left to listen to all of her sounds from the day.

It was not difficult for Sarah to fall asleep after the throbbing in her nipples subsided. She was exhausted from the many hours of torment. But each time she woke up, she would hear the coos and aahhs and gurgles that she had emitted under the lash of the two expert tongues. She would eventually fall asleep again, with the soundtrack of the debauchery playing in her head.

"Let us begin again," said Diane the next morning. Elizabeth had been in the room earlier. She had pushed the table away so that Sarah hung from her wrists and ankles again. Then she had used a hose to wash down and shampoo the captive teenager.

Ralph stood between her thighs again and she tensed as she saw him coating his erection with some kind of lubricant. She groaned as he sliced his cock fully into her sex with a single thrust and then became a chorus of moans and mewls and coos and gasps.

Diane smiled as she watched and listened. Another girl had been tamed and properly trained to be a sex toy. She almost dreaded the upcoming day when the transition would be finished. She would prefer to keep this girl as her own. Sarah was turning out to be her masterpiece. But then again, two million dollars was worthy of a masterpiece. And, after all, she was a business woman. She was a merchant. And her merchandise was beautiful girls. She was a slaver.

Ralph got to pound away longer than yesterday, much to his relief. And, to the surprise of both Diane and Sarah, Sarah climaxed as the huge pole was thrust into her over and over again. Sarah realized that she was close to another orgasm when she heard Ralph grunt and tense. She knew he had just climaxed inside of her and groaned as she realized her next orgasm would have to wait. But she wanted it now!

Sarah was finally released from the four poles. She had been attached to them for a long time. Elizabeth came into the room and led the blonde slavegirl away to provide her with some breakfast. And then it was off to another day of training and conditioning.

Today started with practice in servicing females. Eve was her instructor and Sarah soon found herself kneeling at the beautiful slave's feet. She had balked at this exercise the first time during the early days of her captivity. She had never done anything like this before and she thought it was perverted and disgusting. But she quickly learned that performing the perverted and disgusting act was preferable to the many was she was punished when she tried to refuse.

"That's it, Sarah," Eve praised her as the new slave's tongue fluttered over her clit. "You're getting much better. Now curl your tongue and push it into me."

Obediently, Sarah curled her tongue and stabbed it into the senior slave's sex. She felt Eve's juices smearing onto her cheeks as she did this. Again, she would have been revolted by this only a few weeks earlier but now she accepted it as a fact of her new life. It wasn't the taste that offended her. She had learned that pussies don't taste bad at all and Eve actually tasted good to her. But the idea of girls pleasuring other girls had been hard to adjust to.

Eve looked down at the beautiful blonde teenager and stroked the girl's hair. Sarah actually had gotten much better at this and Eve truly enjoyed having the talented little tongue pleasuring her. Diane had talked about capturing a girl for her that Eve could keep as a pet. She wished that this little cutie could be that girl but she knew that would never happen. Sarah was due to be shipped to her new owner at the end of the week.

"Pretty girl," said Eve as she brushed the backs of her fingers across Sarah's cheek. Eve wondered how Sarah would feel when title to her body was transferred. It must make a girl feel even more helpless and hopeless than before, she assumed. That had never happened to her. She was captured by Diane two years earlier and she had been kept as the mistress' personal slave ever since. She was never subjected to the demoralizing and dehumanizing act of being sold.

"Ooooo!!!" squealed Eve as Sarah started experimenting with a new tongue movement. Her belly was quivering and her legs were shaking slightly. "Good girl. Keep up that movement."

Sarah felt oddly proud of the praise she was receiving. It was strange to feel happy that she was doing a good job when she was doing a job that she would prefer not to be doing at all. But she kept fluttering her tongue over the juicy clit before her until she heard Eve groan and saw her body tense.

Sarah looked up at the beautiful slave and saw the ripe, full, ringed breasts rising and falling rapidly with her ragged breathing. Eve had been a chorus of soft coos and moans throughout Sarah's efforts and only stopped her symphony to say something to Sarah. Even now, the platinum slave was making little mewling and purring sounds.

Punishment time was next on today's agenda. It was not as if she did anything to deserve punishment. Each day, she was subjected to some new form of punishment or torture and Sarah assumed that it was just so that she knew what each one was. It was a sort of sampler pack.

Today, she learned what a horse was and what kind of pain it could inflict on a naked girl. Elizabeth supervised this section and had Sarah straddle what initially looked like a balance beam. Once she was on it, however, she learned that it was quite different from the balance beams she remembered.

The long wooden beam was shaped like an upside down V with the point of the V rounded and smoothed. Elizabeth had Sarah settle herself onto the beam, which she did. The hard wood was uncomfortable as it pressed up against her body but she could endure this, she was sure.

The next step was to secure her wrists behind her back. This made it a little more difficult to support herself with her hands but it was still bearable. And she could still push off the ground with her feet when she needed to relieve herself. What Elizabeth did next made things noticeably worse.

Elizabeth circled each ankle with a leather cuff and then, one by one, lifted Sarah's feet behind her. Snaps on the cuffs were attached to rings on the underside of the beam. Sarah was no longer able to use her feet to support her weight and it was becoming more uncomfortable.

The next change moved things from uncomfortable to painful. Elizabeth attached a rope to the links between the two handcuffs. The rope ran up to the ceiling and through a pulley. When Elizabeth pulled on the rope, Sarah's arms were drawn higher into the air causing strain in her shoulders. It also tilted the captive girl forward a bit and Sarah found that her entire weight was being supported by her clit. She groaned as she felt her sensitive little bud being crushed beneath her.

A final attachment marked the official beginning of the punishment. Sarah's pierced nose had healed and the horseshoe had been replaced by a gold ring. Elizabeth clipped another rope to the ring and, when she pulled on the rope that ran through another pulley on the ceiling, Sarah's head was drawn upward. She quickly became a quivering ball of female pain.

Diane entered the room to inspect her daughter's work. She ran her palm over Sarah's nudity, admiring the firm but quaking flesh. She could see the strain in the muscles and the agony in the girl's face. But Sarah remained silent. She had already learned that protests only earned her more punishment.

"Welcome to the horse, little one," said the mistress as she ran her palms over the smooth orbs of the girl's bottom, admiring the tight muscles there. "This is usually only used for severe infractions. But I wanted you to experience it at least once so you knew enough to try to avoid it."

"It hurts so much, Mistress," groaned Sarah. She hoped that complaint did not earn her more punishment.

"I know it does, sweetie," said Diane who had positioned herself to stroke and squeeze the breasts that were dangling downward from the girl's chest. "But it displays you so nicely."

Sarah groaned again as she felt Diane stroking her breasts almost as if milking them. She felt the pressure in her nose and had to be careful to keep her head tilted up for fear that she might tear out the ring.

Diane continued to amuse herself with the full breasts, squeezing them and stroking them. Occasionally, she would slap one of them and then watch as the beautiful orb swung back and forth like a pink, soft metronome.

"Only two minutes left," Diane announced after what seemed like an eternity to Sarah but which, in fact, had only been a little over ten minutes.

"Oh god," groaned Sarah. Her entire body was suffering from the pain emanating from her mashed clit. She wasn't sure if she would survive another couple of minutes. It felt like her body was being sliced in two.

Finally, Elizabeth was brought back in and released Sarah in the reverse order that she had been bound. Sarah was whimpering and sobbing by the time she was able to support her weight with her legs and vowed to herself that she would be very obedient in the future to avoid ever being subjected to this kind of punishment again.

She had a lesson on etiquette. She had a session where she practiced blowjobs. Some days, she was peed on and other days she would be a human toilet, forced to drink piss. She was fisted each day. She was exercised. She was fucked in the ass. At the end of each day, she would be stuffed back into her cage where she would be stored until the next day. And then it would begin again. The only change from day to day was the order in which the indignities were inflicted upon her.