Panther Girls

Chapter 9

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," said Emily as she panted and gasped. She and Sarah were side by side, running on separate treadmills. "We are well fed. We're cared for. I'm pretty sure Gabby loves us. And we get plenty of exercise. What more could a girl want?"

"Freedom?" replied Sarah. "Clothes? Choice?"

This drew a giggle from Emily. "Yeah, those would be nice. But we really do have everything that we need."

"Well, I could use a bra right now," said Sarah. "If we have to run like this very often, my tits will hand down to my knees."

Emily giggled again. "Yeah, I worry about that too. But I've been doing this every other day for the past year. And these are holding up fine." She illustrated what ‘these' were by cradling her breasts in her hands and pushing them upward.

Sarah giggled this time. Emily looked funny running on the treadmill while holding her breasts up. "Yeah, yours are doing fine," said Sarah.

"But still," said Emily as she dropped her hands back to her sides, "I'll ask Gabby for some bras. She should be fine with that. After all, we'll be protecting her property by wearing them."

Sarah rolled her eyes at the comment. She knew that Emily now viewed herself as Gabrielle's property but she didn't think that she could ever think that way. After all, nobody owned people these days. Slavery was illegal, wasn't it? She assumed that Gabrielle was just playing some kind of perverted sexual game and that they would be released after she grew tired of it.

"How was it with Gabby last night?" asked Emily as she trotted along on her treadmill.

"It was okay, I guess," replied Sarah.

"Only okay? I find that hard to believe. I always thought Gabby was a great lover. How many orgasms did she give you?"

"I don't know," said Sarah as she continued to run along, feeling her breasts bouncing along with every step. "A few. The sex was good."

"Then why was it only okay?"

"I don't know," answered Sarah. "I'm used to having a choice. I'm used to consenting to sex. It was just odd being forced to climax."

"Oh that," said Emily. She reached over and swatted Sarah's ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise. "You'll get over that. You'll never have to worry about consenting or not consenting every again. Once you get used to the fact that you'll be used whether you want to or not, the sex is very, very good."

"You sound like a nymphomaniac," commented Sarah.

"No, I'm not that," argued Emily. "But I do like the sex. And after awhile, it's even exciting having no say in the matter. It's kind of like an adventure where you never know what's around the next bend but you know it will be exciting."

"Hmmm," said Sarah. "I guess I'm not there yet. It's still pretty scary to me. How was your time with that couple?"

"She was great," said Emily. "He was kind of a dud, though. I much prefer being loaned to Papa or one of the hands. He was pretty average. But I liked being with her. She knew exactly how to play my body."

Sarah laughed. "Well that's not hard to figure out. Even I figured out how to play your body and I have hardly any experience at all."

"Mmmmm, yeah," grinned Emily. "You figured it out all right. Maybe you could practice more later."

Sarah grinned back at Emily. She really did like her new sister a lot. She had an impish personality and a sense of adventure. And she seemed so loving and caring. "What's on the schedule after this?"

"Who knows?" Emily responded. "I never know what's on the schedule. They just tell me what I'm to do."

"Oh," said Sarah. "Really? There's no schedule?"

"Well, there might be a schedule but I never know what's on it. Gabby just tells me what to do next or who to fuck. And I do it."

"Is there a lot of sex?"

"Oh yeah," nodded Emily. "Big time, around here. Maybe there will be less now that you're here to share the load."

The preprogrammed treadmills finally stopped and both girls stepped off, sweating and gasping. "Have you asked Gabrielle about us sharing a room?" asked Sarah.

"When was I supposed to ask her?" replied Emily. "She's had her face buried between your thighs ever since we talked about it."

"Hey!" protested Sarah. She punched Emily in the upper arm. "She has not!"

Emily giggled at her sister's reaction. "Well either that or you had your face buried in her crotch."

Sarah punched her again and humfed indignantly.

"But I'll ask her as soon as I can. I hope she'll say yes."

One of the maids entered the fitness center carrying two towels. "Hey, Maria," Emily greeted her.

"Buenos dios, senorita," said Maria as she handed each girl a towel. "Your mistress is expecting you in the dining room as soon as you shower."

"Okay, Maria," said Emily. "Tell her we'll be right there."

Then she turned to Sarah. "We need to hurry. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"What's going to happen now?" asked Sarah as she watched her sister step into a shower stall. She moved toward one of the open ones but Emily grabbed her arm as she walked by and pulled her in with her.

"We'll save water this way," giggled Emily as she leaned forward and let her nipples dance with her sister's. Sarah was surprised that she didn't back away. A few weeks ago, she would have probably slapped Emily for doing something so suggestive. "Who knows what she wants us for? She could be loaning us out to someone. Or maybe we're going to be entertainment. There's no way of telling."

Emily became frisky and started running her hands up and down Sarah's sides, occasionally reaching around to squeeze her bottom cheeks. She tilted her head down and sucked one of Sarah's nipples into her mouth, gripping it lightly with her teeth.

"Hey! I thought you said we had to hurry!"

"Oh yeah," replied Emily with a pout. "Maybe later." They quickly finished their shower and dried off, blowing their hair dry and brushing it before padding off to find their mistress. Along the way, the two naked girls encountered a number of the servants who were all fully clothed. Emily continued on, nonplussed by the encounters, but Sarah blushed furiously at each one.

Sarah watched her new sister walk up to Gabrielle and throw her arms around her neck, kissing her on the lips. "Hiya, Mistress." Gabrielle reached behind Emily and gave one of her ass cheeks a swat.

"Hiya, pet," replied Gabrielle. "I heard good things about last night. I hope that you had fun."

"She was fun, Mistress."

"Yeah, he's kind of a bore. But I'm glad that you liked her. She adored you."

Sarah raised her eyebrows at the exchange. Wow! Was this how a slave and owner were supposed to act? Gabrielle had seemed so much more demanding last night. But today, she seemed to act more like a girlfriend than an owner. But then she remembered that Gabrielle and Emily had been girlfriends first. In fact, they had even been lovers. She doubted that she could have gotten away with that casual greeting.

"Hello, Mistress," said Sarah as she stood demurely behind Emily.

Gabrielle smiled and walked to her newest pet, enclosing her in her arms and hugging her. "Hello, darling."

The mistress turned her head to Emily as she continued to hold and stroke Sarah's nudity. "You have no idea how talented your new sister is. Oh, my gosh. Her tongue drove me crazy."

Emily giggled. "Oh yes I do. I taught her everything she knows."

Gabrielle laughed. "I thought I detected some of your influence. Well, you did a good job. She's as good as you and had me climaxing all night until we finally collapsed from exhaustion."

Emily smiled proudly. "I'm happy to hear that. So what's up, Mistress?"

"The Wagners are coming over for lunch. I wanted the two of you to be the entertainment."

"Oh god," muttered Emily under her breath.

Sarah raised her eyebrows again. What did that mean? Obviously Emily was not real wild about the news. And what did Gabrielle mean about them being the entertainment?

"What's the matter pet?" asked Gabrielle.

"Are they bringing their daughters?"

"Of course they are," replied Gabrielle.

"That's what's the matter."

"Oh, don't be like that, my beautiful girl. Their daughters are wonderful children."

"Mistress, they're sadistic little bitches. They live to humiliate others."

"Oh pet, I think you are exaggerating. They're only thirteen. Hmmm, maybe they're fourteen by now. But they aren't that way at all."

"Yes, Mistress," replied Emily, biting her tongue to prevent herself from getting into trouble.

The Wagner family arrived around fifteen minutes later. In the interim, Gabrielle had positioned her two slave girls on a granite pedestal along one end of the dining room, about four feet from the wall. Sarah was lying on her back, looking up at Emily's sex. Emily was on all fours, looking down at Sarah's sex. Their cue was to be the arrival of the family into the hall.

They heard the doors open and immediately started licking one another's pussy. Sarah immediately heard two squeals followed quickly by the clattering of little feet across the tiled floor. She felt a hand rubbing up one leg while another hand closed over her breast, squeezing it. She had no idea if the two hands belonged together or if she was being groped by both girls.

She heard an explosion of Spanish as the two girls jabbered together. She had no idea what they were saying but she had no idea that they were talking about Emily and her. The hands continued to roam over her body and she wasn't sure if they were inspecting her or trying to memorize her curves.

She heard Gabrielle's voice very close by. "They like you. They like my panteras."

Sarah sighed into Emily's sex but kept licking her sister, occasionally fluttering her tongue over the responsive little clit. What was she supposed to do? Should she try to bring Emily to orgasm quickly or should she prolong the decadent show? It was bad that they would be displayed this way. It was positively indecent that they would be displayed this way in front of two girls so young.

She realized that Emily's tongue was in no hurry. It would stab into her sex and then lick along the labia. She would suck one petal into her mouth and pulse it a little before releasing it. Occasionally, she would flutter her tongue briefly over the clit. Emily seemed to be prolonging the indecent display so she decided that she should do the same.

She felt two hands grab a breast at the base and then compress it. The fingers glided upward over her breast flesh, squeezing it until they got to the nipple. Then they would begin again. She felt two other hands bang downward against her breast and assumed that the other girl was doing the same thing to Emily. Were they trying to milk the two slave girls?

Another explosion of Spanish broke out and the girl squeezed harder on her breast, moving her fingers toward the nipple faster.

Gabrielle laughed and then spoke in English. "They want to know if panteras can be milked. I told them yes." Sarah just groaned but she continued to lick her sister's sex.

The girls eventually grew tired of their milking game and moved to either end of the rectangular pedestal. Sarah glanced up and saw one of the girls smirking down at her. Then she watched in disbelief as the girl formed her fingers and thumb into a cone and pressed her hand to Emily's sex which was right above her face. She watched the girl move her hand in and out several times, each time moving deeper. Eventually, the hand disappeared into her sister's body.

She gasped as she felt a group of fingers pushing into her own sex. In and out they went and she groaned each time they moved a little deeper. She felt her sex being stretched more and more with each thrust and then let out an even louder groan as the hand popped through.

She couldn't believe what was happening. The girl had pushed her whole hand into her sex. She could feel the fingers moving around inside of her as if the girl was exploring her womb. This was the most humiliating thing she could imagine. This was horrible!

She had momentarily lost focus on her task. But she was reminded of it when Emily sucked her clit between her lips and bit down on it lightly. She gasped and then started her tongue moving again. She swirled it around the clit over her face before starting to flutter it again.

She listened to the two girls chattering away in Spanish. She was sure they were making lewd and obscene comments about the two panteras. Once again, she felt herself blushing furiously.

The girl inside of her seemed to be a curious little thing. Fingers probed and stroked, finding every little nook and cranny. But that was nothing compared to what Emily seemed to be going through. Sarah watched, horrified, as the wrist above her head would pull back. She could see it glistening with her new sister's juices as it withdrew. It was obvious that the girl had formed a fist inside of Emily because she could see the girl continuing to pull back but the hand remained lodged inside of the other pantera, causing Emily to groan at the strain.

Sarah was even more horrified as she saw the wrist shoot forward, burying itself deep in her fellow slave. Emily cried out in pain as the fist slammed into her cervix but she continued to lick away at Sarah's clit. The girl kept repeating her actions, pulling back to cause strain and then punching forward to punish the cervix. Emily cried out at each crash and explosion of pain.

The girl inside of Sarah had found her cervix and was focusing her attention on it. She groaned as the girl pushed a finger against it, sending cramps through her belly. The pressure intensified as the girl pushed harder until Sarah finally cried out from the pain. But the girl kept pushing. Sarah was panting loudly now, crying out and pleading.

"Please, Mistress," she begged. "Please make her stop."

Gabrielle walked over to the pedestal. She stroked her fingers through Sarah's hair as she patted Emily's bottom. "They're only having a little fun, pet. They'll soon grow tired of their game."

Sarah shrieked as the girl's finger finally stabbed through her cervix, sending fresh jolts of pain through her belly. Gabrielle continued to stroke her hair. "Don't forget your sister, pet."

Sarah groaned at her mistress' words but dutifully extended her tongue again. She whimpered as the girl started sawing her finger in and out of her womb but obediently started fluttering her tongue over and around Emily's engorged clit.

The two girls were jabbering again. Sarah assumed they were comparing notes because she felt the finger withdraw from her womb and felt the girl form a fist inside of her. She groaned as the fist was pulled back and then yelped as it punched into her cervix. Emily shrieked and Sarah assumed that she now had a finger penetrating her cervix.

Eventually, the girls did tire of their game, much to the relief of both of the slave girls. They both sighed happily as the hands were withdrawn from their bodies. One of the girls asked something that Sarah did not understand.

"They would like you to stand up now, girls," Gabrielle informed them.

The two panteras untangled themselves and slid off of the pedestal. They stood side by side and each of the youngsters claimed one of them.

Their next indignity was to act as nursemaids to the two younger girls. Sarah shook her head in disbelief as one of the girls sucked her nipple into her mouth, drawing as much breast meat in as possible. She felt the suction and felt the girl's tongue and teeth toying with her sensitive orb.

The girls moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking and chewing. Hey seemed fascinated by the beautiful orbs even though there was no milk to be had from them. Eventually, the girls switched slaves and a new mouth began devouring Sarah's breasts. Were they making comparisons?

Eventually, they tired of this game also but they were not finished with the breasts yet. Instead of feeding on them, they were going to treat them as some sort of toys.

The girl in front of Sarah reached out and slapped the outside of her left breast, causing her to gasp. This was repeated on her right breast, drawing another gasp out of her. She looked down, again in disbelief, as she saw her breasts crashing into one another and bobbing wildly on her chest.

Sarah looked to her owner imploringly. Surely she could make this humiliation stop. Gabrielle smiled back at her proudly.

She looked to the parents of the girls, begging with her eyes. But all they did was smile back at her. They were obviously enjoying the show being put on by their two curious daughters.

Shouting was heard outside, followed by gunshots. A window shattered as a bullet passed through it. Sarah watched as a red dot appeared in the center of the father's forehead and saw him immediately crumple to the ground.

"Emily, take your sister to the cellar," shouted Gabrielle. "Hurry!"

Emily grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her toward the doorway. They heard heavy footsteps entering the dining hall on the other side of the room as they disappeared into the hallway.

They almost made it to the door to the cellar when two men jumped in front of them. They were big and bearded and heavily armed with belts of bullets crossing their chests. Emily pulled Sarah back to try to escape another way. But the men grabbed them and were able to stop them.

Just as they turned, Sarah felt a stab to her ass. It was like a bee had stung her bottom. Within seconds, both of them crumbled to the floor.

Sarah was still conscious but she was unable to move a muscle. She was completely paralyzed. All she could do was lie there and listen to the shouts and gunfire going on all around her.

Finally, the commotion ended. Two men came back to her while two others went to Emily. Their wrists were bound in front of them and their ankles were tied. Then, each of them was secured to a pole by her ankles and wrists. They were carried out of the house by two men each as their bodies hung from poles like carcasses being carried away from a hunt.

Sarah looked at the scene that met them once they got outside. Carnage was everywhere. The invaders seemed to have murdered everyone they encountered; everyone except the five girls.

Gabrielle was bound beneath a pole just like the two panteras. She was naked now and seemed to be as paralyzed as Sarah was.

The two adolescents were also naked and each was dangling beneath poles of their own. They were carried off through the fields by the small army that had invaded the home, wondering what their fates would be.