Panther Girls

Chapter 8

Sarah felt Emily's body gliding along one side of her as she moved against Gabrielle's leg, undulating her body the way her new sister had taught her. This was unreal! She couldn't believe this was actually happening!

Four couples were in the room, three of which were guests. Gabrielle and her father were the hosts for the evening and formed the fourth couple. Sarah had learned from Emily earlier in the day that Gabrielle's mother had been killed two years earlier when the law enforcement officers had raided another family compound. Gabrielle had taken over as the mistress of the household which had been difficult for her since she was still in high school in the states at the time.

"Why were they raided?" Sarah had asked in the afternoon while they were cuddling after lovemaking.

"Because Gabby's Papa runs a drug organization."

"He runs a pharmaceutical company?" asked Sarah.

Emily laughed and squeezed her new but very naïve sister. "No. Drugs drugs. Cocaine, heroin, marijuana, and other things I don't even know about. I told you that there were violent people here. These are outlaws. They are hardened criminals. They are killers or at least they can be."

Sarah shuddered at this revelation. That was very dark news. "Is Gabby involved?"

"I don't know," responded Emily. "Probably. But I don't really know."

That conversation occurred earlier in the day. Now they were naked and on display before the assembled group. Sarah listened to the chatter and heard ice cubes clinking against the sides of the glasses but they were speaking Spanish. She had no idea what they were saying.

So she focused on being a pantera. It was not nearly as difficult as she first thought. She was not as good as Emily but she had at least mastered the basic moves. Her left side slid along Gabby's leg and she saw Emily slinking along the other side of the mistress. She felt a hand slide along her back as she walked on her hands and knees and then heard a male voice saying something she didn't understand. She assumed it was a comment about her and that it was his hand on her skin.

Their hair had been teased out by Rosalita earlier in the evening. The two of them did look like they had manes once she was finished. But panthers didn't have manes, did they? She couldn't remember for sure but she thought that she and her new sister looked more like lionesses than panthers.

She encountered Emily again. She started to move to the outside to slide along her clone's body and let Emily slide along Gabby's leg but she was surprised when her sister paused to lick the side of her face. Sarah reciprocated and licked Emily's cheek, hoping she did not ruin the makeup. Then Emily moved her head and their lips touched. Emily's tongue snaked out again and, within moments, they were involved in a passionate kiss with their tongues dancing together. She was not sure how pantherish this was but it was exciting to her anyways.

Sarah had decided to trust Emily's judgment earlier in the day. She certainly liked her roommate but she had no real reason to trust her. She had only known her for less than twenty four hours. But despite the fact that their relationship was a short one, Emily had seemed honest and it seemed that her new sister cared for her. She would follow her advice; at least for now.

"Don't think about how embarrassing it will be to have people seeing you naked," Emily had told her as Rosalita did their hair. "Don't think about how silly it is that you are acting like a cat. Lose yourself in your role."

"What do you mean?" Sarah had asked.

"Become a panther in your mind. Be the cat. Focus on thinking about how you would move as a cat. Focus on me. Ignore the others in the room."

"I'll try," said Sarah.

Now their tongues danced in their heated kiss. Emily started making a purring sound and Sarah followed suit with her own version of purring.

"I have frisky kitties, no?" said Gabrielle in English with a chuckle.

"You have very beautiful kitties," a woman replied. "Frisky, yes. But that is the nature of the breed. Do they have raspy little tongues?"

Sarah gasped into Emily's kiss. The woman's voice was American. Should she speak up and beg for rescue?

Emily heard the voice too and heard her sister's gasp. She knew exactly what was going through Sarah's mind. She broke off the kiss and then kissed the tip of her clone's nose, shaking her head almost imperceptibly and furrowing her brow. Then she started to slink her body along Sarah's again.

Sarah understood the message. Emily did not think it was safe. She started walking on all fours again, feeling Emily's warm, soft body sliding against hers.

She wondered how long it would take for the spots to wear off. The makeup that Rosalita had applied was both elaborate and exotic. Heavy eyeliner and mascara with gold flecks had transformed their eyes to make them look more feline. And she had spent close to an hour dabbing her little cotton applicators into a dye of some sort and then applying the dye to each girl's skin.

Sarah was not exactly sure what a panther was supposed to look like. She thought they were black. But maybe there were spotted leopards. In any event, she and Emily now wore spots all over their body, enhancing the feline look.

"No," Gabrielle responded. "Their tongues are smooth and soft and warm. They are wonderful."

"Perhaps I could borrow one of your panther girls for the night?" the American woman said. "I just love kitties."

At that moment, Sarah understood Emily's furrowed brow and slight shake of the head. This woman was one of them. She knew they were slaves. It would have been disastrous for Sarah to beg for freedom. She came to trust her new sister even more at that moment.

"Perhaps," said Gabrielle. "Papa, will you be requiring Emily tonight?"

The father snorted. "Always the damned English! No, I will not. Carlos will be driving me to the air strip shortly. I have business to attend to in Miami tomorrow."

Gabrielle turned back to the American woman. "You may have Emily for the night. You will have to tell me tomorrow how you liked her tongue."

"What about the other kitty?" asked one of the men with a heavy Spanish accent.

"Oh, I'm afraid she is not available tonight," replied Gabrielle. "She will be entertaining me tonight and keeping me warm in my bed."

"A pity for me then," the male said.

Gabrielle leaned down and patted Sarah's bottom. "But a delight for me."

Sarah wondered how Gabrielle could tell them apart. Sarah could tell the two of them apart but only because she was inside one of the two bodies. If not for that, she wasn't sure she could identify who was who. The two of them really were identical.

The conversation turned back to Spanish and the two ‘kitties' continued to slink around. Eventually, Emily peeled away and started rubbing her body against the American woman's legs. Sarah continued to stay close to Gabrielle but also remained as much in role as she could.

She was going to be taken to Gabrielle's bed. That much was destined. She wondered what that would be like. Emily seemed to like the girl who now owned both of them so maybe it would be okay. Gabrielle must be reasonably loving, thought Sarah, or Emily would not be so attached.

She tried to remember all of Emily's guidance from earlier in the day. "Act like you like it," had been one piece of advice. If the dominant was caring and kind, you wanted to reward them for their efforts. If the dominant was sadistic, you didn't want to let them know that you didn't like it. Otherwise, they would do more of it.

That made a lot of sense to Sarah. She concluded that Emily was very wise.

"Wait to be told… unless it has something to do with a dominant's orgasm," had been another piece of advice. Emily told Sarah to wait for almost everything. She should wait to be told to look up, to kneel, to stand, to eat… She should even wait for permission to climax.

But if she was servicing one of the dominants, she should be creative and aggressive. She should coax an orgasm out of the dominant as quickly as possible. They usually liked that. They wanted their girls to be very sexual beasts.

"Always obey them," had been more of Emily's advice. Most of the time, that would be easy. But sometimes they would be asked to perform acts that were distasteful to them. Emily's advice was to do it anyways, regardless of how awful they thought it was.

"Don't ever think of escape when you are with one of them. It will be popping into your mind all of the time but you have to learn to brush it aside until later." This advice seemed odd to Sarah. She knew that she would constantly be looking for an opportunity to escape. "We can scheme and dream of escape when we are together but you have to focus all of your attention on pleasing the master or mistress you are with at the moment."

The final bit of advice sent a chill down Sarah's spine. "Always, always, always remember that you are property. You are owned just like they own that lamp over there. We are more like pets to them than people. And in their minds, they can do whatever they want with their pets."

She vowed to herself that she would do her best to follow Emily's advice. It would be pretty humiliating, she knew. But she would try her hardest to be an obedient, pleasing pet and she would try not to think about escaping until she was reunited with Emily.

She turned again and faced Gabrielle's legs. Gabrielle was wearing a cocktail dress with slits up the sides and Sarah snaked out her tongue to lick the girl's thigh that was exposed through the slit. Gabrielle reached down and ruffled Sarah's wild mane and then said something to the others in Spanish. Sarah assumed that it was a comment about her but she did not understand it. She continued to move forward to brush her naked body along the legs of her owner.

Little by little, the party started to break up. Papa was the first to go, leaving Gabrielle to host the little gathering by herself. The American woman, along with what Sarah assumed to be her husband, was the next. Sarah watched as a collar was wrapped around her sister's neck and then buckled. And then she blushed as she saw a leash being attached to the collar. The two partygoers walked off, leading their pet pantera by the leash as Emily crawled on all fours.

Eventually, Sarah felt a strip of leather being wrapped around her own neck and knew that she was being collared. Her heart started pounding faster at this point and her mind was racing. She was about to be led off to service Gabrielle for the first time.

She tried to calm her nerves. She was so nervous. This was all so new to her. And Emily was gone now. She had nobody to turn to for moral support.

Sarah took a deep breath to try to calm herself. She felt a gentle tug on her leash and crawled off in the direction of the tug, following Gabrielle's high-heeled feet. She took another deep breath and reviewed Emily's advice again.

"Act like I like it," she thought. I can try. "Wait to be told unless I'm servicing Mistress." That one would be a little more difficult.

"Wait!" she thought. "Where did that come from? Mistress? Wow! I'm really changing here!"

Her pulse continued to race as she followed the shapely legs down the hallway. She turned her head this way and that to try to understand the layout of the house so she could eventually escape. But then she remembered another one of the rules. "Don't ever think about escape when you are with one of them."

She focused again and watched Gabrielle's calves brushing across the back of the dress and felt her breasts swaying beneath her chest as she continued to walk on all fours. She was a pantera tonight. She was a frisky kitty. She would concentrate on her role as best she could for the moment. She would be obedient. And she would remember that she was merely a piece of property that was owned by Gabrielle. Thoughts and dreams of escape would be pushed aside for the time being.

They turned into a room and Gabrielle led her charge to the center of it. It seemed huge to Sarah. The girl felt fingers fumbling at her neck and was relieved when the collar was slipped away.

"Stand up, pretty pet," she heard Gabrielle say. Sarah got to her feet and gulped as she looked up at her tall mistress. She felt so diminutive and so insignificant next to the raven-haired beauty who stood before her.

Gabrielle reached out with both hands to grip Sarah's face. Sarah trembled slightly as she wondered what would happen next. The mistress tilted the girl's head back and then leaned down, kissing Sarah on the lips. The long black curls of hair flowed down either side of Sarah's face, almost forming a tent to protect the modesty of the two girls' tender touch.

"I was so proud of you, pet," said Gabrielle after breaking the kiss. "My Sarah pantera will be as elegant as my Emily pantera. Now, let's get those spots off of you and then I will take you to my bed. Maria has already run you a bath.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Sarah in a small voice. She glanced up at Gabrielle again and saw the older girl smiling at her.

"You are so beautiful," Gabrielle said. "I can't wait to play with you."

She led Sarah to the next room and Sarah's eyes opened wide in surprise. This was the bathroom but it was every bit as big as her own bedroom back home; maybe even better. It was a huge bathroom!

Gabrielle sat down on the edge of the tub and patted it. "Hop in, little one. Let's get you clean and fresh."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Sarah as she climbed into the tub full of scented water. It was warm and felt wonderful.

"Let's put this on you until we get the spots off," said Gabrielle as she pulled a hairnet over Sarah's head and then tucked the hair under it. "The water will get dark and I don't want my blonde kitty going brunette on me."

Gabrielle picked up a wash cloth and squirted something onto it. Then she started rubbing the cloth over Sarah's skin, starting at her shoulders. The soap, or whatever it was, tingled at first and then burned slightly. But it seemed to be working. The spots were melting away and the water was turning a golden brown.

Gabrielle opened the drain to let the brownish water flow out and then turned on the spigot to let fresh water keep the tub full. She ran the washcloth over Sarah's breasts which caused the tender flesh there to start burning slightly also.

Gabrielle lingered on the generous mounds much longer than was necessary. The spots were gone but still the washcloth moved over the girl's breasts. She finally set the washcloth aside and just used her hands to stroke the fleshy orbs.

"These are magnificent, little one," said Gabrielle as she held each of the breasts in her palms, enjoying their weight. "I still can't believe that they belong to me now. I'm so lucky."

She continued to toy with the breasts and Sarah glanced down, not believing her situation. And she couldn't believe that Gabrielle could believe that she owned her breasts. But this was a whole new world that she had entered. And it really was starting to look like they viewed her as property, just as Emily had said.

"Stand up for me, little pantera," said Gabrielle. Obediently, Sarah stood in the tub. Gabrielle squirted more of the liquid onto the washcloth and then started rubbing it over Sarah's thighs and calves. The spots melted away quickly and were washed away down the drain.

Gabrielle rinsed her hand under the spigot and then dried it on a towel. She slipped her hand between Sarah's thighs, drawing a blush to the girl's cheeks. Sarah felt fingers stroking her labia and opened her mouth to protest. But then she remembered Emily's words and closed her mouth again.

Sarah scrunched up her face as the fingers glided along her petals. She felt a finger touching her between her labia and then pressing inward. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in complaint. Her body shuddered.

Gabrielle looked up and saw the pained look in her pet's face. "What's the matter, beautiful pantera? Tell me the truth. You will not be punished."

Sarah looked down at Gabrielle, not knowing if she could trust the older girl. Her face was still scrunched up as she responded and she was still trembling. She did not know if she could trust the promise about not being punished.

"I'm not lesbian," Sarah said, almost in a whisper. "You are touching me in a way that I am still not used to. I will try to do my best for you. But I'm not lesbian."

Gabrielle smiled at her new girl. She pushed her finger into Sarah's sex to the first knuckle and left it there as she watched for further reactions. Sarah shuddered again and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip again.

"I am not lesbian either," said Gabrielle to her newest slave. "Well, maybe I am. I don't know. I much prefer girls but I do occasionally enjoy a boy."

"But you will be whatever I decide you will be," Gabrielle continued. She slowly pushed the rest of her finger into Sarah's sex and smiled again as she watched her newest girl rise up onto the balls of her feet to try to escape the intrusion.

"If I decide to limit you to girls, I will do that." Gabrielle started stroking the finger in and out of Sarah's sex. She reached up and placed a hand on her pantera's shoulder, pushing downward until Sarah's heels were back on the bottom of the tub. She continued to move her finger in and out, smiling as she realized how wet her new girl was already. "If I decide that you will service males, you will do that. If I decide that you will be a bitch for my dog, you will be his bitch."

"Am I making myself clear?" She stabbed the finger deep into the swampy sex to punctuate her sentence.

"Yes, Mistress," whispered Sarah as she shuddered again.

"Good girl,"' said Gabrielle as she started moving her finger in and out again. "Now, let's get you rinsed off and into my bed."

Gabrielle turned on the shower and rinsed what was left of the spots off her new girl's body. She helped Sarah out of the tub and toweled her dry. The hairnet was removed to let her teased locks free and then she led her pantera back into the bedroom.

The room was even bigger than Sarah had realized when she had been in it earlier. There was a circular bed in the middle of the room. French doors opened onto a balcony at one end. Several closets were along another wall. And two chests of drawers were against another wall.

"Undress me now, pet," said Gabrielle.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Sarah with a shaky voice. She reached up with trembling fingers and unzipped Gabrielle's dress. She was naked beneath it and Sarah saw her owner's body naked for the first time. She knelt and helped Gabrielle slip out of her shoes and then remained there, awaiting further instructions.

"Kiss me," said Gabrielle. "And then you may stand."

"How in the heck am I supposed to kiss her when I am on my knees?" she wondered. It would be hard enough to reach when standing. Oh my gosh! She wants me to kiss her pussy!

Sarah looked at Gabrielle's sex and trembled again. The black hair had been neatly trimmed into a thin vertical line. She saw Gabrielle's petals opened slightly and glistening with arousal.

Reluctantly, Sarah leaned forward and pressed her lips to Gabrielle's mound. She held them there for a moment before leaning back and resting her bottom on her heels. She glanced up, hoping to see some sign of approval from Gabrielle.

"Lower, girl," said Gabrielle.

"Yes, Mistress," Sarah nodded. She leaned forward again and pressed her lips to a lower spot on the furry strip.

"Lower, pet," said the girl's owner. "You can figure out what I expect. You are a smart girl."

Sarah gulped at the command. Slowly she lowered her lips along the patch of hair until it ended. She kept kissing downward until she felt the slickness of Gabrielle's arousal against her lips. She glanced upward again and saw her owner smiling down at her.

"Good girl," said Gabrielle. She reached out and ruffled Sarah's hair, much like she would a pet. It was all just so humiliating to Sarah.

"Keep kissing, pet," instructed Gabrielle. She was enjoying the many shades of pink and red flashing across her new girl's face. She just loved blushing slave girls. "Use your tongue. Taste me."

Sarah groaned at the latest command. But she complied. Slowly, she snaked out her tongue, feeling it finally contacting the slick petals. The act was disgusting to her. Actually, it wasn't the act itself. She had done this with Emily and had enjoyed it. That had not been disgusting. But being forced to do it was disgusting in her mind.

But she knew that she had to do it. And she focused on Emily's advice. "Wait to be told unless it has something to do with a dominant's orgasm," Emily had told her. She ran her tongue up one petal and then down the other. She heard Gabrielle sigh contentedly and felt fingers brushing against her cheek.

Sarah moved her tongue low and then scooped upward between the older girl's labia until she reached the top. There, she fluttered her tongue several times across her owner's clit, hearing a soft moan coming from above.

"Ooooo, good girl," said Gabrielle approvingly. Sarah curled her tongue and slowly pushed it into the sex in front of her, feeling the petals wetting her cheeks. She moved it slowly in and out. Finally, she slid her tongue upward, gathering more of Gabrielle's nectar, and concentrated on the clit which was now stiff and engorged. Her owner's moans became louder and more constant.

Sarah felt Gabrielle's fingers combing through her hair as she focused her attention on the sensitive clit. She looked up again and saw that her owner's eyes were closed. She watched the older girl's large breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath and saw that her belly was rippling and quivering.

Sarah sucked the little nubbin between her teeth and kept her tongue moving over its tip. This caused Gabrielle to gasp and then inhale quickly. Sarah pulsed the clit a few times before she heard a long groan and saw her owner's body tense. Gabrielle's legs started to buckle as the orgasm swept through her and Sarah wrapped her arms around the standing girl's thighs, supporting her and then helping her to lie down without falling.

Gabrielle's breathing was still ragged as she pulled Sarah on top of her. She pulled her pet's head down and kissed her girl on the lips, prolonging the kiss as she slowly recovered.

"Mmmmm," the owner finally uttered. "You are such a good girl." Gabrielle was softly patting and caressing the younger girl's bottom, enjoying the soft firmness of the twin cheeks.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Sarah, not knowing what else to say.

Gabrielle kissed her girl again and then rolled over and on top of Sarah. She continued to kiss the blonde pantera, extending her tongue to find Sarah's. Eventually, she lifted her head and gazed at the beautiful girl who she now owned.

"Hmmm," said Gabrielle with a glint in her eyes. "What was that you were saying about not being lesbian?"

Sarah opened her eyes wide at the question. Gabrielle seemed to get upset earlier when she announced that. How should she answer that now? She finally decided that the truth would be best, even though it might get her punished.

"I'm not lesbian, Mistress," she replied. "But I never said that I didn't know how to give a girl pleasure."

Gabrielle laughed at the response and gave her pet a playful swat on each of her bottom cheeks. "Well you sure do know how to give a girl pleasure. You are as good as Emily and she has had years of practice pleasuring me."

Sarah blushed again at the compliment. "Thank you, Mistress."

They spent the rest of the night giving each other orgasms. Sarah was completely exhausted and completely satiated by the time they both fell asleep. Gabrielle fell asleep holding onto her pet with one of Sarah's nipples in her mouth. Even the constant suckling was not enough to keep Sarah awake and she too fell asleep into a long, deep slumber.