Panther Girls

Chapter 6

"Wow!" they both breathed at the same time once they saw each other for the first time. It was like looking into a mirror where the reflected image had a mind of its own. Sarah could not believe how much Emily looked like her.

"Emily, this is Sarah," said Gabrielle. "Sarah, this is Emily. You will be sisters now. I'll leave you together for the night to get acquainted."

"Thank you, Mistress," replied Emily. Sarah remained silent and just looked at her clone, dumbfounded.

"Oh, and Emily," said Gabrielle. "You will be serving Papa tomorrow night if he's still in town."

Sarah heard her counterpart sigh before responding. "Yes, Mistress. I'll make you proud."

"I know you will, girl. Now enjoy your new sister." Then Gabrielle left, closing the door behind her.

Sarah glanced around the room. It was a big bedroom and was opulently furnished. There was a huge bed and nice furniture completing the look. French doors stood on one side of the room and looked like they opened onto a balcony. It was certainly much nicer than the cage she had lived in for the past few weeks.

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Emily. She was naked but had been holding a sheer piece of filmy cloth before her and looking at her reflection in the mirror when they entered. Now, she was folding the cloth to put away and Sarah wondered what it was for. It was so sheer that every bit that it covered would be fully exposed to someone's view.

"Sure," replied Sarah. "What do you have?"

"I have a nice Chardonnay."

Sarah opened her eyes wide at the offer before responding. "I'm only eighteen. I'm not old enough do drink."

Emily giggled. "I'm only eighteen too. But there are no rules or laws here. You can have some if you like. Actually, there are tons of rules here; but no laws whatsoever."

Sarah furrowed her brow as she considered the offer and then nodded. What could it hurt? How much more trouble could she possibly get herself into compared to the trouble she was already in. "Sure. That would be good."

Emily went to the bar at one end of the room and poured two glasses of Chardonnay. Then she went to the fur rug in front of the fireplace. She set the glasses on the hearth and then stretched her naked body out on the fur, patting it in front of her. "Come on, Sarah. We can chat here comfortably."

"Gosh you're beautiful," gushed Sarah as she settled herself onto the fur and then stretched out, facing Emily.

"Ha!" Emily replied. "If I am, then you are too. You're practically my clone."

"Oh yeah," blushed Sarah. "I guess so."

Emily reached toward the hearth and took one of the wine glasses which she held out to her clone. Sarah took it and then Emily took the other one off the hearth and held it up. "Cheers."

They clinked their glasses together and then each took a sip. Sarah wrinkled her nose as the tasted the wine.

"You don't like it?" asked Emily.

"I've never tasted it before," replied Sarah. "It tastes funny."

Emily giggled. "Yeah, it takes a little getting used to. But isn't it so deliciously wicked to be drinking wine at eighteen? And pretty soon, instead of it tasting funny, it will be making you feel funny. It's a very nice feeling."

Sarah took another sip as she watched Emily. Emily seemed totally at ease. She couldn't understand that. How could a girl who had been kidnapped be happy and comfortable?

"You're American, aren't you?" asked Sarah.

"Yes, just like you. But now I'm Argentinian, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

Sarah sighed. "I don't know why I asked. I was just trying to figure things out, I guess. Everything has changed so fast."

Emily reached out and rested her hand on Sarah's hip, stroking it softly. Sarah tensed but Emily ignored the reaction. "Yes, I remember when I was first captured. I was going through all of the same reactions. I could tell you that the adjustment will be easy but I would be lying. It will be hard."

Emily took another sip of her wine before continuing. "You will feel humiliated. You will feel homesick. You will be punished. And you will be used sexually in every way imaginable. But you will survive."

Sarah was sobbing by the end of the little speech and Emily ran her hand up Sarah's side, stroking her up and down and trying to comfort her. She remembered the indignities and the harsh treatment. She hoped that she could help Sarah avoid some of them.

Emily set her glass on the floor and then scooted close, pressing her naked body against Sarah's. Again, Sarah tensed. And again, Emily ignored the reaction. She draped an arm over her new sister and pulled her tightly to her. And then she kissed her, letting her lips enjoy the lips of the new pantera in the family.

Emily licked away the tears after Sarah stopped crying and then kissed her new sister again. This time, Sarah did not tense and Emily held their lips together. She pulled herself tightly against Sarah, feeling their breasts mash each other's and then ran her hand up and down Sarah's back.

The kiss and the stroking and Emily's proximity seemed to have a calming effect on Sarah. Her fate did not seem so horrible at the moment. She enjoyed the loving touch of her look-alike and was even enjoying the tender kiss.

Finally, Emily broke the kiss. She reached out and lifted Sarah's glass off the hearth and gave it back to her new sister. Then she reached for her own and, when she got it, she held it in one hand and dipped a finger from the other hand in it. Then she rubbed her wine-soaked digit around Sarah's right nipple, coating it.

"Hey!" protested Sarah. "What do you think you're doing?"

Emily giggled. "I'm just marinating it for later when I dine on you."

Sarah pushed the hand away. "Well, that's not going to happen."

Emily giggled again and dipped her finger back into her wine. This time, she pushed her finger between Sarah's lips, feeding the drop of wine to her. "Oh yes it is. I want it to happen. You really are so beautiful. But besides, it's going to happen eventually anyway. I'd like our first time together to be romantic and slow and loving instead of in front of a rude, loud audience. Trust me. They will pair us up together and have us perform for them eventually."

Emily dipped her finger into the wine and then painted Sarah's other nipple with it. Sarah watched in disbelief but, this time, she did not protest. Emily continued, alternating between feeding her wine-coated finger to Sarah's lips and painting one nipple or the other.

"Do you really think they will make us have sex together?" asked Sarah as Emily was coating her left nipple for the third or fourth time.

"Oh, I know they will," replied Emily as she dipped her finger back into the wine. Then she pushed her digit between her twin's lips, sliding it in and out a few times. "I know these people. We will definitely be forced to perform for them. That's why I want to make love with you tonight. I want our first time to be something that you enjoy and remember fondly."

The wine-coated finger circled the right nipple as Emily continued. "You don't seem to be hating this too badly. Your nipples are hard as pebbles."

Sarah looked down and saw that her little nubbins were indeed stiff. "The wine must be chilling them. They get that way when they're cold."

"Maybe that's it," said Emily. "There's only one way to tell if you like it and you're getting aroused." Then she grinned and pushed Sarah's shoulder, rolling her onto her back.

Sarah gasped as she was pushed onto her back and tried to roll back onto her side. But Emily was too fast for her and had draped her body across the other girl, pinning her down. Then Emily twisted her body so that she was lying on top of Sarah and she tilted her head forward, kissing the trapped girl.

Sarah opened her mouth to scream as soon as the kiss ended but Emily pressed her lips back to her twin's to silence her. Then she spoke as she broke the kiss. "You can scream if you want. But we will probably both be punished if you do. And I would much rather make love with you than be whipped with you."

Sarah nodded tentatively and then watched in dismay as Emily slid her body down Sarah's. Emily paused at the other girl's breasts. She ran her tongue around the wine-coated left nipple before sucking it in and out a few times. She released the nipple and lifted her head, grinning at her new slave sister.

"Mmmm, delicious," she giggled. "Perfectly marinated."

Sarah whimpered as her right nipple was captured by the lips. She lifted her head and saw Emily drawing as much breast into her mouth as she could and felt the hyperactive tongue fluttering furiously over her sensitive little bud.

"This one too," giggled Emily after she released the second nipple. "I'll have to remember that recipe."

Sarah groaned as Emily slid her body lower. She felt a knee pushing between her legs and then another knee spread her further. At that point, it was easy for Emily to slide her body between the two legs until her face was right above Sarah's sex.

Emily trailed a finger down one petal and up the other. They were already parted and were glistening from the girl's juices.

"Just as I thought," Emily grinned again. "You do like it!"

Sarah lifted her head and hissed at her assailant. She reached down to push Emily away but that only resulted in Emily pushing her finger into her prey's sex.

"Sarah, relax. Work with me on this. Trust me. Please? You can yell at me afterwards if you like."

Sarah shook her head back and forth. She was furious but she wasn't quite sure why. She did like Emily, so it wasn't that. It was probably because she seemed to have no say at all in her life any more. People just did to her whatever they wanted, regardless of her feelings about it. Now her new cellmate was trying to rape her and was trying to get her to agree to it. It was all so infuriating.

"How about this?" offered Emily. "You surrender yourself to me for one orgasm. If you don't like it, we won't do it again unless we are forced to perform together. And you can spank me too."

"Ha!" exclaimed Sarah. "You probably like being spanked."

"No," responded Emily. "I don't like being spanked. Well, I probably would like being spanked by you but I don't normally like punishment of any kind. So is it a deal?"

"It doesn't seem right," complained Sarah.

Emily lifted her head and smiled at her fellow prisoner. "What does right or not right have to do with anything? Nothing that they have done to us or will do to us is right. So is it a deal?"

"Okay, let's get it over with," sighed Sarah. She still didn't think that it was right, especially since she was not lesbian. But it was not like it would be something new to her, especially after the last three weeks with Eve and Elizabeth constantly helping themselves to her body.

"Hmmmphhhh!" grunted Emily at Sarah's attitude. Get it over with? What kind of attitude was that? She would just have to do an extra good job so that Sarah wouldn't view love-making with her as a chore to be gotten over with as quickly as possible.

Emily leaned her head down and kissed the bald mound in front of her. Then she moved her lips lower, leaving a trail of kisses until she reached the bottom of the girl's labia. She extended her tongue and scooped it up through the parted and juicy petals, pausing once she reached the top.

"Mmmm," she sighed with her eyes closed. "You are so sweet."

Emily avoided the clit for the time being. She wanted to prolong this as long as possible. She didn't know how responsive or orgasmic Sarah was yet and she wanted to get her new sister as hot and bothered as she could.

She scooped her tongue up through the slick petals time and again, gathering Sarah's nectar and savoring it. She would be happy doing this all night. Her sister tasted even better than the wine as far as she was concerned. Finally, she curled her tongue and slowly pushed it into her new lover.

"Have some more wine," said Emily as she took a short break. "And could you pass me my glass?"

Sarah reached for the glasses and handed one to Emily before taking another sip of her own. Emily held her glass above Sarah's sex and tilted it, letting some of it dribble onto the denuded mound and over the glistening labia. Then she scooped her tongue through the delicious petals again.

After twenty minutes of feasting on Sarah, Emily stood up abruptly. Sarah groaned as she thought the lovemaking was over. Despite her initial resistance, she was becoming very aroused by the intimate actions of her partner.

"Don't worry," smiled Emily. "I'll be right back. I just want to refill our glasses." Sarah watched Emily moving gracefully across the room and then saw her breasts swaying, almost hypnotically, as she returned with the two glasses of wine.

Emily smiled when she saw that Sarah had not closed her legs together in her absence. That was a good sign. She lay down again between them and poured some more wine over Sarah's sex, licking it off with her tongue.

This was so different from what Eve and Elizabeth had done to her. With those two, it had purely been sex. They were vigorous and demanding with their lips and tongues. With Emily, it was much more loving and tender. Her body was very aroused at this point and the act was pure eroticism.

Emily decided that it was finally time to focus on the clit. Instead of starting with her tongue, however, she wrapped her lips around the little bud. She sucked it in and then pulsed it several time, hearing her sister moan. She stopped and slithered up Sarah's body, pausing to kiss each nipple before kissing Sarah on the lips.

"Want me to stop?"

"Yes," replied Sarah. "No. Don't stop."

Emily smiled and kissed her new mate again, snaking out her tongue to dance with Sarah's. "Okay, I won't stop then," she said after she finally broke the kiss.

She slithered back down and kissed the bald mound again. Then she started fluttering her tongue over the girl's juicy clit. It was engorged and distended now from Sarah's arousal. She would occasionally pause to scoop her tongue through the petals whenever she thought that Sarah was close to climax. But she would always return her attention to the clit to move her sister toward the orgasm that she planned.

Emily continued this exquisite torture for close to an hour. During that time, Sarah had been close to orgasm dozens of times. At this point, she was moaning almost nonstop and was actually begging Emily to let her climax.

Eventually, Emily decided to give her sister relief and sucked the cute little clitoris between her lips. She pulsed it in and out and fluttered her tongue over it until Sarah's body tensed and she let out a long, low groan.

Sarah's body was damp with perspiration and Emily laid on top of her to keep her warm as she kissed her sister's lips and forehead and nose. Emily hoped that Sarah enjoyed their first time together. She knew that she had loved it. Her sister was so responsive and she had loved every little twitch and spasm and sigh and moan.

Emily finally rolled off of Sarah and spooned with her, reaching around to cradle one of the full, rounded breasts in her palm. She loved her sister's satiny skin and enjoyed the weight of the mound that filled her hand.

"Wow," breathed Sarah once she recovered.

"Did you like it?" asked Emily.

"Wow," Sarah repeated. Emily interpreted that as a yes and smiled, giving the plump breast in her hand a loving squeeze. They just lay together, enjoying each other's heat and tenderness until Sarah finally spoke.

"Yes, I liked that. Thank you for making that special."

Emily tilted her head forward and kissed Sarah's shoulder. "You are welcome. I liked it too."

"Can I ask you some questions?" asked Sarah.

"Sure," said Emily. "But I need some more wine." She jumped up and grabbed both glasses. She spooned up against Sarah again once she returned. "Fire away."

Sarah wasn't sure she should drink any more. She was already feeling the other two glasses. But then she figured, what's the worst that could happen? She could get drunk and Emily could take advantage of her? But she had already done that.

"Gabrielle said that you two played field hockey together. How did you end up here?"

"Yes, Gabby and I went to school together. It was a private girl's school in New York. We were also lovers for my last year there. Gabby was a senior and I was a junior. Then, during Spring Break, I never came back. Gabby's dad had me kidnapped and brought here. I have been a slave ever since."

"Didn't anyone look for you?" asked Sarah.

"I assume they did," replied Emily. "I assume lots of people looked for me. But I doubt that anyone thought to look for me in Argentina."

"Oh yeah, probably," sighed Sarah. That was her problem too.

"What's it like to be a slave?" was Sarah's next question.

"It's okay now," replied Emily. "It took a lot of getting used to at first. But now I'm fine with it. There are even some advantages to it."

"Like?" asked Sarah.

"Well, like not having to be responsible for anything," Emily said. "All I have to do is obey. And I'm well cared for. Other slaves pamper me and it's like living at a spa. And the sex is great; at least most of the time it is."

"Hmmm," said Sarah as she thought about her sister's response. Well the sex with Emily had sure been great, she knew. She had never had an orgasm like that before. But she still couldn't imagine getting to the point of accepting slavery the way Emily seemed to. "I'll have to think about that."

"Why does Gabrielle keep referring to us as panteras?" was Sarah's next question.

Emily giggled at that one. "Oh that. She's funny about that. She loves to show off her girls. And sometimes she likes to display us as panthers. That's what a pantera is."

Sarah furrowed her brow, not understanding what Emily was talking about.

Emily saw the look of confusion. "Here, I'll show you. But first you have to imagine my hair teased out so that it looks like a mane. That's why she cut my hair once she owned me so I could have a mane."

Emily got onto her hands and knees. "Stand up. I'll show you how a pantera acts."

Sarah stood up and watched as Emily started circling her on her hands and knees. But she wasn't just crawling. She had an undulating quality as she moved. Her hips and her shoulders were animated as she slowly curled her body one way and then the next. She rubbed the length of her naked body along Sarah's left leg and then turned to rub the other side of her body against the same leg. Her movements were distinctly feline. And Sarah could hear her purring.

"Get it?" asked Emily after she stopped purring.

"Yeah, I think so," nodded Sarah. "She likes you to act like a cat?"

Emily giggled and nodded, standing up to hug and kiss her naked sister. "Yeah. She loves to show us off as panteras."

"When does she show us off?" asked Sarah.

"Whenever she wants," replied Emily. "And always when there are guests in the house. But she doesn't always display us as panteras; only sometimes."

"Wow," gasped Sarah. Now she was going to be displayed? That sure seemed degrading.

"You keep saying we and us," said Sarah. "Who else is there?"

"Well now us is you and me," Emily responded. "There was another girl before: Rebecca. But she's not here any more. I think they sold her. At least I hope they sold her." Sarah gasped again. "You hope she was sold?"

"Yeah, for her sake, I do," nodded Emily. "She was always fighting back and resisting. Gabby grew tired of always having to punish her, I think. And then one day, she was gone. So they either sold her or killed her."

This drew yet another gasp from Sarah. "Killed her?"

"I hope not," said Emily. "I hope they just sold her. But these can be very violent people. It wouldn't surprise me if they killed her."

Sarah trembled uncontrollably at this latest comment and Emily hugged her tightly, trying to comfort her.