He laughed at her reaction. "Hush, girl. Don't challenge your master."
Sarah's eyes opened wide at the new developments. She couldn't believe what was happening. Was this something that they had done before? It didn't seem so. Should she say something to protect her mistress' dignity? But then she realized that she would most certainly be punished for something like that.
She watched as he reached up and hooked one of his little fingers into Gabrielle's nose ring and lifted it, tilting her head back. With his other hand, he stroked his fingers down the front of her neck.
"It appears that you have been captured and enslaved, lovely girl," he said. Gabrielle trembled again.
"Papa!" she scolded again. This brought a quick spank to each of her breasts, causing the abundant mounds of flesh to bounce wildly on her chest.
Sarah saw Gabrielle blushing furiously at being displayed and handled so lewdly by her father. She knew that she should avert her eyes but, for some reason, she couldn't. She glanced at Emily and saw that her sister's mouth was agape with shock. She quickly looked back at the father and daughter.
Papa released the nose ring and moved his hands beneath his daughter's breasts. He lifted them in his palms and Sarah saw him smile appreciatively at the heavy orbs that filled his hands.
"Papa?" Gabrielle whimpered.
"Hush girl," he repeated. His thumbs stroked the nipples, causing them to stiffen even more and she turned an even deeper shade of red. Then he started bouncing the breasts, causing the succulent flesh to jiggle with each bounce.
He laughed as he kept bouncing the generous orbs. Sarah and Emily watched in disbelief as their owner was fondled by her father. But Papa and the two girls all noticed that Gabrielle did nothing to remove his hands from her chest.
"It's not what has gotten into me, girl," he said, finally answering her question. He stopped bouncing the breasts. But he continued to hold the glorious mounds, enjoying their weight. "It's what I haven't gotten into: pussy."
He laughed again and then released the magnificent orbs. He was only teasing her, curious about her reaction. But he had to admit that his daughter was spectacular. She was every man's dream girl. And he did notice that she had allowed him to take liberties with her body with only minimal and only verbal protest.
"I will expect Sarah first thing in the morning," Papa said. "She will not need clothes."
"Yes, Papa," nodded Gabrielle with a small and trembling voice. "She will be there."
It was time for Papa to take his daughter and her girls home. They had been through enough. Papa called for the helicopters to pick them up and they were home within the hour.
The house was pretty empty. Only Rosalita was left. Papa had been spending all of his time looking for Gabrielle and had no time left to build the staff back up. But Rosalita did her best to make the girls comfortable. She fed them and tucked them into bed. They cuddled tightly against one another but did not make love. They were still too weak from their ordeal.
Chapter 13
"Mistress," said Sarah. "I like this one. What do you think?" Sarah was holding up a white cotton sundress with floral embroidery around the neckline, the sleeves, and the hem in front of her body.
"I think you'll look darling in that, pet," replied Gabrielle. "Go try it on for me." Sarah disappeared into the dressing room to put the dress on and model it for her mistress.
It had taken months for Gabrielle to feel comfortable taking her girls shopping. It was a huge risk to expose kidnapped girls to the public. It wasn't that anyone would recognize them. After all, they had been captured in another country, thousands of miles away. But if they tried to escape, and if they made their way to the police, things could turn out very badly.
Their first foray had been to a shop owned by a friend of Gabrielle's who also owned a girl. At least she could be certain that the shop owner would not be shocked if the girls tried to escape. Prior to that, Gabrielle had gone shopping for the girls.
But the girls had not tried to escape. In fact, they showed no signs of doing anything but selecting outfits and articles of clothing that they liked and thought that their mistress would like. They giggled with delight at being able to select as much as they wanted. The shop specialized in native clothing and they walked away with colorful ponchos and serapes and gaucho attire.
Apparently, Gabrielle had realized, their ordeal had drawn them closer and bonded her pets to her. She had stood up for them. She had prevented them from being sold. She had even been punished for trying to help one of them. They trusted her and depended on her. And she increasingly trusted them.
Papa had been dead set against Gabrielle taking her pets out of the compound. His occupation provided his life with enough risk. He did not need his daughter's hobby adding more risk. She did not argue with him, though. She simply ignored his worries and took her girls into town whenever she wished.
"Mistress," said Sarah after she stepped out of the dressing room. "What do you think?" She did a little pirouette, causing the skirt to flare before it settled back down around her legs.
Gabrielle smiled as she reached out and ran her hands down Sarah's sides. "You look adorable in it, pet. Now turn slowly so I can check the fit. How does it feel?"
Sarah slowly turned and Gabrielle stroked down her girl's back and bottom and tugged on the material. "It feels like a good fit, Mistress."
Sarah finally turned all the way and was facing her owner. Gabrielle raised her hands and was squeezing the braless breasts through the thin material. Sarah blushed and glanced around the shop, nervous that someone might see the intimate touching. A woman was watching and this caused the blush to deepen.
"Mistress," she whispered. "Someone's watching. Oh my gosh, she's coming this way."
Gabrielle continued to check the fit, ignoring any spectators who might be observing them. The woman spoke in Spanish. Again, Sarah had no idea what the woman said but she did recognize her owner's name being spoken.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Frederickson," said Gabrielle, turning to greet the newcomer. The woman switched to English on Gabrielle's cue.
"I thought that was you," Mrs. Frederickson said. "My, how you have grown. It's been so long since I have seen you; probably not since your mother died."
"Yes, Ma'am. It's been several years." Then she turned her head to Sarah. "It fits nicely, pet. Go see if you like anything else."
"Yes, Mistress," muttered Sarah. She wasn't sure if she should use the title or not. But she hadn't ever called her owner anything but Mistress so she stuck with her usual form of address.
"Pet? Mistress?" said the woman after Sarah had returned to the racks.
"They are my girls, Mrs. Frederickson," explained Gabrielle. "At least that one is. The other one must still be in the dressing room."
Mrs. Frederickson cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. Just then, Emily came back into the room. "Oh, my, you have twin subs."
Gabrielle smiled back at Mrs. Frederickson. "Yes, Ma'am. They are my twin delights."
"Hmmm. What would your mother say about that if she was still alive?"
"Congratulations, maybe?" said Gabrielle. "I'm not sure but I think she would approve. She had a girl of her own."
"Did she now?" said Mrs. Frederickson. "That was a side of her that I never saw or knew about."
"Yes, she had Elsa for several years."
Emily came up to the pair and turned for inspection. "What do you think, Mistress?"
Again, Gabrielle performed the inspection, running her palms over the girl and tugging on the material. Then she squeezed the girl's breasts and slipped a finger under the material at the neckline.