"Yes, you and your girls should be kept together, I suppose," sighed Christina.
Christina had been teasing Emily and was moving from nipple to nipple, touching them. Emily's head kept whipping back and forth trying to catch the hand but it kept escaping, moving to the other nipple. Finally, Emily bared her teeth and snarled.
"Oops," giggled Christina. "I guess she must have had enough of that game. May I take her for a walk before I take her to my room?"
"Yes, you may walk her. She probably has to pee anyways." Emily blinked and looked up at Gabrielle in shock. She had to be kidding!!! Now she was expected to pee outside?
"And be sure to stay in the yard," Gabrielle continued. "There are dangerous sorts around here sometimes."
"I'll take good care of your kitty," replied Christina. "Thank you for letting me borrow her."
Then Christina led Emily off to the yard. Gabrielle watched and had to laugh as she saw Emily refusing to squat in the yard. She went to the door and called out to the comical pair. "I would take advantage of the opportunity now, kitty. It could be a long, uncomfortable night if you wait."
Emily hissed back at her owner but then turned her back to Gabrielle and let go her flow of water. Gabrielle laughed again and then went back inside.
"You did a very nice job of getting your pets out of the way," Papa said as he greeted his daughter at the entrance to the room. "You obviously did not want them as witnesses."
"No, Papa. I did not want witnesses." She cast her eyes down and blushed at his words, not knowing what lay ahead for her but knowing that it would be uncomfortable. Then her blush deepened when Papa gestured to Rosalita and the new girl, Juanita, to come over.
The two girls knew what was expected of them and quickly went to work. Effortlessly, Gabrielle was stripped of all of her clothing and helped to her knees. Rosalita buckled the collar around the mistress' neck and then Juanita attached the leash. The mistress was now a pantera.
Papa led his new girl proudly through the small crowd. She had learned to slink along like a cat, having practiced many times on her own. She knew this day was coming because he had announced it to her weeks in advance. But she was still not prepared for it when it came. She had hoped that he was simply teasing her.
The worst part of it was being displayed so nakedly. She had practiced at being a pantera. She had been displayed by him alone and in the presence of her two slave girls. But she never dreamed that he would present her to others, especially this way.
She knew most of the people who were left in the room at this point. She wasn't sure whether it was worse to be shown this way to strangers or to people who she already knew. Both were horrible, she decided. It was so humiliating to be led around on a leash in front of others. She decided that being displayed to people who knew her was the worst part.
They all stood and admired the beautiful pantera as he slowly paraded her around the room for the first circuit. He was very proud of his catch. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her chest and swayed seductively with every step. Her tight body rippled with her movements and her belly was concave despite the position she was in. She was a priceless treasure.
Papa led her around a second time and people leaned down, letting their palms trail across her naked back or pat her perfect rump. Her blush grew deeper and she wondered how she would ever be able to face these people again. During the third circuit, people became bolder and stroked the generous breasts or circled her asshole or slipped a finger into her sex. She groaned at the indignity of it all.
But she realized that she was damp. No, that was not true. She was swampy. It was as if she had a faucet between her thighs. She had no idea how she could possibly react this way. And she had no idea why Papa was displaying her this way.
Finally, he stopped in the middle of the room and stood with his guests in a semicircle around him. He tugged on the leash, drawing Gabrielle upward until she was kneeling upright. All of the guests smiled admiringly at their hostess turned slavegirl. The hostess was blushing again.
A gasp was heard at the back of the room and all eyes turned toward the door. Gabrielle's face turned crimson as she saw Emily being led past the open doorway. The girl was gone quickly but Gabrielle knew that her pet had seen her being displayed. And she saw the hungry, longing gaze of Christina as the British woman had eyed her naked body on display.
Papa drew everyone's attention back to him and announced that his newest pantera would perform for them. But he also said that a wild beast like her could be dangerous and needed to be controlled. At the nod of a head, four of the men stepped forward. Each of her arms and legs were grasped and she was lifted upward. They easily carried her to a frame that had been placed there without her noticing. She was left with her arms and legs stretched outward as she lay horizontally on the X.
For the next two hours, her body was used and enjoyed by the partiers. The men fucked her. The women feasted on her breasts and toyed with her sex. Rosalita stood ready with a bottle of oil but, magically, no lubricant was needed. Finally, after all of the guests had climaxed once, they formed a semicircle again.
The frame was tilted up slightly, lowering Gabrielle's head and elevating her bottom. Papa stood between his daughter's legs and waited for Rosalita to rub the oil over his throbbing member. When he was satisfied with the girl's work, he leaned forward again.
Gabrielle groaned as she felt the spear slicing into her bottom. She thought she was going to escape this indignity but there was to be no such luck on this night. She groaned as the pole stretched her and filled her more and more. It was halfway into her and she was panting, trying to adjust. Finally, the huge thing was inside of her, embedded in her bowels, and he started stroking it in and out of her body.
He beckoned two of the partiers forward, a male and a female. They knelt and started feasting on the captive's breasts, suckling on the nipples of the large orbs. He beckoned another male who alternated between kissing the mistress/slave and sliding his cock deep down her throat. Two more females were summoned and he took his turn, kissing one girl and then the other. Occasionally, the ones at Gabrielle's breasts and mouth would step back to let three of the other partiers enjoy the captive beauty. Finally, he climaxed inside of Gabrielle and everyone stepped back.
The partiers started to dress and slowly disperse after his cock had slipped from her bottom. She felt embarrassed and used. And she had no idea what any of this meant. Had her status in life just changed?
Chapter 16
From then on, the pantera owned panteras. The two beautiful blonde panteras were frequently on display by their raven-haired mistress with a full head of curls. And when Papa so chose, which was often, the raven-haired girl became a pantera.
It was easy for Papa to rationalize in his mind and he did so in many ways. He had rescued her so, by many counts, she belonged to him now. She was beautiful and just the kind of girl he wanted to own; so he did. And she looked so much like the woman who he had loved and married. She was his best possible replacement.
Plus, sex with Gabrielle was unbelievable. He loved the way his cock sank into her as if it was being gripped in warm butter. It would cling to his shaft and squeeze it. He did not use her ass often but he loved the feel of his cock being squeezed tightly by her almost liquid channel. And her breasts were not to be believed. He could feast on them or toy with them all day. Gabrielle was his idea of the perfect slave.
There was a new order in the household. Papa was clearly on top. The two blonde panteras were clearly on the bottom. Gabrielle must be somewhere in the middle because sometimes she was treated as the third pantera and sometimes she was the mistress of the household.