Panther Tales Ch. 02

The hanging ropes went around her waist, wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, leaving her sitting in mid-air, her legs spread wide, spitting angry curses at her tormentors.

A man sauntered into the room. He was tall and bare-chested, wearing robes that hung low on his hips. He looked at the helpless girl and smirked.

"They tell me you're a hopeless case. I guess we'll see."

Sally's eyes widened in shock. Her mouth moved soundlessly for a moment as her brain tried to register what it was seeing. Finally, she managed to snarl "You!", turning the single word into an ugly epithet.

Weston Summerville gave her a mocking bow. "You remember me! I'm so pleased," he laughed.

It sometimes seemed to Sally that she had been angry non-stop since her arrival on Gor, but she'd never felt anything like this. She began throwing herself against her ropes, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You motherfucker!" she screamed as she struggled futilely, succeeding only in making her small body bounce in their rope prison. "You son of a bitch! I turned your worthless ass down, so you had me KIDNAPPED and DRAGGED to another fucking PLANET?!?"

Summerville gave her an arrogant smile that made her blood boil. "Yes little slave girl, it was me. I arranged to have you brought here. Cost me a pretty penny too-but I always get what I want."

Sally was so angry she could barely see. "You asshole!" she shrieked. "I'm gonna rip your tiny little dick off and shove it so far up your fat ass you'll CHOKE on the fucker!"

Summerville ignored her and continued in a calm voice. He was playing the role of Gorean master-always in control of himself and his surroundings.

"They tell me I wasted my money. Let's find out, shall we?"

He dropped his robe, revealing his slick erection. Warned about her lack of response, he had prepared by smearing massage oil on his cock. The thick shaft bobbed as he moved between her wide open legs.

She was still snarling curses and threats as her pushed into her, a triumphant smile on his face. Finally! After all these months of waiting, she was his!

"The only reason...you're still alive...is because I already...paid for you," he managed to gasp in between grunts of pleasure. She was wonderfully tight, and he swelled even harder as he forced himself into her inch by inch, ignoring her angry rantings.

"This is the first...I've been able to get here...since you were taken...ohhhhh!"

He groaned with lust as he shoved the last inch in, gripping her slim hips and pulling her body to him. He stared down at her angry face, buried to the hilt in her soft pussy.

Finally, the reality of her rape broke past her fury. It brought out another side of her defiance-she knew from experience how to deal with this situation!

"I thought you were gonna rape me," she mocked. "When are you gonna put it in?"

Sally looked down between her legs. "Oh crap you did! You're just so fucking small I didn't even realize!"

Summerville snarled with anger and slapped her face, then started pumping, confident her helpless position and his powerful thrusts would soon ignite her passion even against her will. He couldn't have been more wrong.

She continued to mock him mercilessly as he slid in and out, and finally in frustration he called for one of the guards and had her gagged. That took away one of her weapons, but she had others. She had learned that even gagged, you could form words deep in your throat, almost like a ventriloquist. The phrase she growled was muffled but unmistakeable.

"Eat shit!"

Then she closed her eyes and let her head droop, making 'zzzzzzz' noises, feigning sleep.

At last, after ten minutes of fruitless pounding, Summerville gave up. The lube was drying, his dick was getting chafed, and he could see just how right her trainers were.

The bitch was useless.

He had never been more disappointed. All those weeks, dreaming of coming to the kennel to find her, trained and docile, kneeling and eager to please him, dissipated. He grabbed his robe and left the room.

The Chief Trainer was waiting for him. "I am sorry my Lord," he began. "We tried every technique we have. Of course we will refund your fee."

"I don't give a shit about the gold," Summerville snarled. "Feed the bitch to your sleens."

*****

The lead guard was putting his key in the sleen cage's lock, and the beasts within were beginning to howl eagerly, when Sally and the guards heard a voice.

"What in the three moons is this all about?"

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