Panther Girls

Chapter 5

Sarah woke up in familiar surroundings. She was sheathed in darkness and felt the foamy stuff packed against her body again, keeping her immobile. She swallowed and realized the feeding tube had been inserted again. She could feel vibrations. And then she passed out again.

She briefly woke up several more times before she realized what was happening. She was being taken to the person who had ordered her capture. She was on her way to being sold! But before she could worry too much about that, she passed out again.

One of the times she woke up to find the vibrations had changed. It felt different and the humming noises in the background had changed too. She listened for voices but heard none before she passed out yet again.

She woke up again; sort of. She was groggy and it felt like her mind was full of fuzz. She could not move a muscle, even for something as simple as opening her eyes. But she had all of her other senses.

The foamy material no longer pressed against her body. She was lying on a table and it felt like she was naked. And she heard voices.

"She should be coming around soon and I should be leaving." It was Diane's voice. "I have learned that it's best if I'm not around when the merchandise wakes up. But all of the tubes have been removed. And now that the IV is out, the drugs should wear off soon."

"I understand," said a second voice that she did not recognize. She could not place the accent either. It was a female voice, which confused her. She thought she was being bought by a male. "You know what's best in these situations."

"You've done well, Diane," the second voice continued. She felt a hand on her left breast, squeezing her mound. "She looks perfect. And she looks like a perfect match."

"Thank you," replied Diane. "It was a challenging assignment. But tell me one thing. Why did you want a match? Most people want some variety."

The second woman laughed. "Call me eccentric. I'm not like most people. I wanted a match mostly for my own entertainment. I like my other girl and I thought it would be amusing to have another one just like her. I'll pair them up for display or for entertaining guests. And I thought it would be nice to have identical girls kneeling on either side of me when I sit on the throne."

Throne? What did that mean, wondered Sarah.

"I'm sure she'll look wonderful beside your throne," said Diane. "And I think you'll find her very pleasing. She's very bright. She was a very quick study."

"Ha!" said the woman with the accent. "I don't buy girls for their brains. I buy them for their bodies. And as long as they have brains enough to obey, then I let them live."

Sarah felt her breast squeezed again and felt a chill snake down her spine. Let them live? She couldn't be serious!

"I think you'll find her very obedient," Diane said. "That's how I figured out that she was so smart. She very quickly learned that obedience is best."

The hand shifted and Sarah felt her nipple being squeezed and then rolled back and forth. This was horrible! Not only was she being sold but now she learned that she might be killed if she disobeyed. But she was determined to live. Someday she would escape. She just had to stay alive long enough to do that.

"Then I like smart girls," said the accented woman.

"I will be on my way, then," Diane said. "Enjoy your new pet."

"I will walk you past the guards. I would hate to have you added to my collection by mistake. When I decide to collect you, you will know. But you are useful to me for now, so you are safe."

Sarah heard a nervous laugh coming from Diane and then heard footsteps and a door closing. Guards? What kind of place was this? Who was this woman who had just bought her? Dozens of questions raced through her mind and she didn't have any answers for any of them.

She tried to move again. Her eyelids worked this time and she looked up at the ceiling. But her limbs didn't budge. She thought that she might be able to get up and find some clothes and maybe even escape. But she discovered that she was lashed down securely to what seemed like a table. The table must be huge, though, she thought. Her arms and legs were stretched out in a spread eagle pose. And multiple straps went around each limb, holding her down tightly.

She lifted her head and then it thumped back down on the cushion beneath her head. She was still weak from the drugs. She waited a few more minutes and then tried again. She was stronger this time. The drugs were wearing off.

She looked across her nudity and saw all of the straps that were binding her. No wonder she couldn't move a muscle. Four straps captured each limb. One was around her upper thigh. Another was just above her knee. Another was right below her knee. And yet another secured her ankle. Her arms were similarly secured with four straps each.

She turned her head and saw that she was not on a table at all. Well, at least it wasn't a normal table. It was a horizontal cross that left her completely exposed and vulnerable from any direction. She heard footsteps again. She let her head drop back down onto the cushion. Maybe if she pretended that she was still asleep, she would be left alone.

The footsteps entered the room. She could tell by the clicking of the heels that it was the accented woman. The woman clicked her way to Sarah and stood there for a few moments. Then, she clicked herself away. Sarah opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the heels.

The woman was tall; probably even taller than Diane. She was very trim and shapely and looked attractive. At least she did from behind. She had long black hair that cascaded in curls to her waist. Her skin was darker than Sarah's although that did not take much. Sarah had such fair skin that almost everyone was darker than her.

The woman turned to the side and Sarah saw her face. Wow! This was a surprise. This was not a woman at all. She was a girl. And she looked to be about Sarah's age; maybe even younger. Who was this?

As she studied the girl longer, she thought that maybe she had been mistaken. Certainly she had a young face. And the face was beautiful with pouty lips and wide brown eyes. But there was nothing young looking about her body. She had a full womanly body with nicely flared hips and what looked like two mountains on her chest. Her breasts were very large.

The girl/woman glanced at Sarah and Sarah quickly closed her eyes. But she had been too late. She was caught in the act of peeking.

"Ah," the girl/woman said. "My pantera is awake." Sarah heard the clicking moving toward her again. It stopped beside the table where she was bound and, reluctantly, she opened her eyes. The girl/woman was smiling down at her.

"Welcome to my home, little one." She rested her hand on Sarah's belly and moved her palm in slow circles over the soft flesh. "I am Gabrielle. You belong to me now."

Sarah opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a croak. She was parched again. Gabrielle moved her other hand to stroke the backs of her fingers over Sarah's cheek.

"Diane said that you would have difficulty speaking. Let me get you some juice." She clicked away again and then clicked back to her bound and naked prisoner.

Gabrielle lifted the girl's head and then held a cup to her lips. "Try this. It's lemonade. I learned to like it when I lived in your country."

Sarah parted her lips and took a sip. She was worried that it might contain more drugs but she was so dry that she had no choice. She sipped and swallowed as much as she was allowed to. Finally, the cup was taken away.

"Can you talk now?" asked Gabrielle.

"I think so," said Sarah raspily, confirming that she could.

"What was it that you wanted to say earlier?"

Sarah licked her lips to wet them and then opened her mouth to try again. "Who are you? And why did you have me kidnapped?"

Gabrielle smiled at the question and then bent down, kissing Sarah on the lips. "I already told you that my name is Gabrielle. I am Gabrielle Hernandez. And I had you collected because I wanted a matching pantera for my girl. She will be very surprised to learn that she has a new sister. I hope she is pleased."

Gabrielle ran her hands up Sarah's sides and then moved them inward to press the girl's breasts together. She leaned down again and kissed the nipple of each of the bountiful orbs.

"Actually, it was my Papa who had you collected." She paused and kissed each nipple again, sucking the second one into her mouth and holding it there for a moment before continuing. "I had asked him for a matching pantera. So he gave you to me. You are my birthday present."

Sarah was aghast at the response. She was a birthday present?!?!?!? How insulting was that?!?!?!? She couldn't believe that this girl/woman could really believe that she was property to be given as a gift. It was all so outrageous!

"Please stop touching me," complained Sarah. She knew she should be used to it by now after the three weeks with Diane. But she wasn't. It still felt uncomfortable to be treated like some kind of sex object.

Gabriel brushed the backs of her fingers across Sarah's cheeks again. "That would be very difficult for me, my pantera. You are too beautiful to ignore." Then she returned her hands to the twin mounds that adorned the new girl's chest and stroked them softly.

"Why do you keep calling me pantera?" asked Sarah. She wanted to protest the fondling again but she didn't. It would be futile. "What does that mean?"

Gabrielle laughed softly. "It means panther in my language. You are now my little panther girl."

Sarah furrowed her brow. What did that mean? And what language was she talking about?

"Where are you from?" asked Sarah.

"I am from here," the captor replied. "This is my home."

"Where's here?"

"Argentina."

Sarah gasped at the news. Not only had she been kidnapped but she also had been taken out of the country. Her outlook for being rescued was growing dimmer by the day.

"You really are remarkably beautiful," Gabrielle continued. "And you are such a beautiful match with your pantera sister." One hand was still stroking a breast while the other hand had traveled down Sarah's belly. Fingers were stroking her labia, much to Sarah's chagrin. And to her horror, she could tell that her sex was wet. Why does it keep acting that way?

"Thank you," replied Sarah at the compliment. She wanted to scream at this girl who was molesting her but she didn't think that would be wise. So she settled on a simple, short response.

The breast was finally abandoned and that hand was now stroking her belly. Gabrielle would rub in slow circles for a moment and then would press down. Then the process would be repeated.

"You are in really good shape," admired Gabrielle. "Do you play sports?"

Sarah blinked. That seemed like an odd question to ask when you were groping and fondling someone against their will. But everything about the last few weeks had been odd. Why should it be any different today?"

"Yes," replied Sarah. "I play field hockey and I swim."

"Oh," smiled Gabrielle. "I played field hockey in high school. And so did Emily. We were on the same team, in fact."

"Who is Emily?" asked Sarah. Maybe if she could get a conversation going, the other girl would stop touching her.

"Emily is my other pantera," said Gabrielle. "She's beautiful too; just like you. Actually, exactly like you. You two could be twins." Gabrielle slipped a finger into Sarah's sex, causing Sarah to cringe.

The response surprised her. If Emily and Gabrielle went to school together, then she wouldn't be a slave. Maybe there was hope for her after all. Maybe she wouldn't be a slave either. But her hopes were dashed when Gabrielle continued.

"She was just so beautiful that I had to have her. Papa gave her to me last year for my birthday. And now she's my prized possession; well one of them, anyway. Now I have two prized possessions." She gave one of Sarah's nipples a tweak and then giggled. "You are my other one."

"How old are you?" asked Sarah. She couldn't decide how old her captor was so she finally had to ask.

"I'm nineteen," responded Gabrielle as she continued to stroke her finger in and out of the girl she now owned. "I'm old enough to own girls now according to Papa. And I own the two best girls in the world. At least you will be the best girls after you finish your training."

Sarah gulped at that response. What kind of training did she have in mind? She shuddered as she remembered all of Diane's training and conditioning over the past few weeks. Maybe the idea of starting a conversation had not been such a good idea after all.

"It won't take long," Gabrielle continued. "Emily picked up on it quickly and now she's a perfect pantera. Of course, she isn't a pantera all the time; just for special occasions like when we have guests."

Just then, the door opened and Sarah heard a male voice speaking in Spanish. She cringed as she realized how lewdly exposed she was.

"Papa," she heard Gabrielle say. "English please."

The man humfed but then did speak in English. "Why must we speak in English? This is Argentina. I never should have sent you to that American school. They have ruined my nina."

"I like my pets to understand," replied Gabrielle.

"Then let them learn Spanish," he said. He stepped to the table and Sarah saw him for the first time. He was a big man but not at all portly. He looked very trim and strong. And she would have considered him to be handsome but for the jagged scar that ran diagonally down his left cheek.

"They will," Gabrielle countered. "Emily has already learned a few words."

He reached out and placed his hand on Sarah's left breast, squeezing it and causing her to cringe again. "Emily would learn a lot more words if you did not insist on English being spoken around her. As I asked when I came in, do you like your new present?"

"Oh yes, Papa," said Gabrielle as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I adore her. She's perfect."

"Will I get to use her too?"

"Oh yes, Papa," Gabrielle assured him. "But not tonight."

"Then I'll call for Emily," he said as he ran his hand down Sarah's bound body.

"Oh," said Gabrielle. "You can't have her either. I want my two panteras to spend the night together so they start to know one another."

Sarah saw the big man roll his eyes. "Slaves. What is the good of owning slaves if you can't enjoy them?"

"You can have Emily tomorrow night, Papa. And you can have Sarah soon. You know I always take care of my Papa."