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."