Leopard Girl

Leopard Girl

by captv8td

captv8td1@hotmail.com

Chapter 1

Jill Wallings tugged the neck of her turtleneck up again as she prepared to start her lecture. The thirty one year old assistant professor did not usually wear something as casual as a turtleneck to class but she needed to hide the bruise on her neck and she couldn’t come up with any other reasonable way to do it.  She was, however, regretting her decision not to wear a jacket or sweater over it.  Even though it was too warm for either of those things, they would have at least concealed her body a little better.  As it was, every feminine curve was clearly on display.

The students most definitely did not mind her choice of clothing.  The boys all lusted after the beautiful professor.  The girls were a mixed bag.  Some envied her for her beauty and the effect she had on the boys.  The others lusted after her just like the boys.  Even some of the ones who considered themselves to be straight would have readily jumped at the chance to bed with her.

Regardless of whether they felt envy or desire, they all adored her.  She was everyone’s favorite teacher.  She was bright and lively.  She took a genuine interest in each of her students.  And she was always available to help them.

She started her lecture on the cultural history of south Pacific island tribes and every eye in the classroom was on her.  After about ten minutes of speaking, she noticed that nobody was taking notes.  Most of the students had their eyes roaming over her shapely body.  Quite a few were fixated on her large breasts.  And one girl was just gazing dreamily into her deep blue eyes.  She vowed that she would never wear anything so form-fitting in the future.

She managed to get through the hour and handed out the homework for the next class.  After the last student had left, she disappeared into her attached office, closed and locked the door, and collapsed into her chair.  She groaned as the thought about her predicament.  Her personal life was a mess.

She was happily married and had been for the past five years.  That was not her problem.  She adored her loving husband.  But an indiscretion had turned her life and that of her husband upside down.

She thought back to the past weekend.  It had once again been humiliating.  While all of her friends had been having picnics or going sailing on the beautiful Saturday, she had been running naked through the woods with people chasing her.  And that was not the first time.  About once a month, she was hunted like that.

Jill was with a club on that day.  She was not a member of the club but her owner was.  The club members consisted of a group of wealthy dominant people, fairly evenly split between males and females, who liked to share their slaves and subs.  She and her husband had, unfortunately, become slaves due to her indiscretion.

She had not done anything bad.  At least in her mind it had not been bad.  As a professor, it was common for her to write grant proposals and she was very good at it.  In fact, she had won more grant money in the previous year than anyone else in the sociology department.  It all supported valuable research, like her current study of the south Pacific tribes.

She and her husband had bought a new house a couple of years earlier.  They were both doing well in their careers and decided to go a little more upscale; nothing extravagant but something a little nicer than the little bungalow they had been living in.  They also anticipated starting a family soon and wanted more space to raise the children.

But when they were ready to close on the new home, their old home had still not sold.  They needed the money from the old home as a down payment for the new one.  And with both homes in their names, the mortgage company wouldn’t even loan on the new home because they thought that the couple would be over extended.

So Jill borrowed some of the grant money.  It was just a temporary arrangement.  They planned to finance the new home with a mortgage once the old one sold.  And then they would pay the money back.  Nobody would be harmed and the money would be used for what it was originally intended.

One of her coworkers discovered the missing three hundred thousand, though.  She remembered that discussion vividly.

“So good of you to come, Jill,” he had said as she entered his office.

“What is it, Professor?” Jill asked.  “I have a class in less than an hour and I have some things to prepare.”

“This won’t take long,” he replied.  “And I keep telling you that you should call me Hal.”

“Sorry, Hal,” she said.  “Just force of habit.”  Jill had earned her PhD at Gulf States University where they now both worked.  Hal Bascomb had been one of her professors and was her mentor while she was writing her dissertation.

Hal opened a folder on his desk and studied its contents for a moment.  Then he looked up at her.  “As the chair of this department, one of my responsibilities is the oversight of our grant monies.  There seem to be some irregularities with one of your grants.”

“Oh, I can explain that,” she said readily.  And then she laid out the events that led up to the loan and how she planned to pay it back.

“I see,” he said.  “But we have a problem.  Misuse of federal funds is a federal offense.”

Jill’s face blanched.  She never thought of what she did as a crime.  There was to be no harm done to anyone.  “Oh,” was all she said.

“And it is a very serious offense,” he continued.  “It is punishable by twenty years in prison.  And of course, expulsion from Gulf States would be automatic.”

“Oh god,” she muttered.

“But have no fear,” he smiled.  “Based on what you have told me, I’m sure that we can come up with a solution.  Now why don’t you run along to class while I think about this.  Come back later and we can get this all sorted out.”

After class, Jill called Hal’s secretary and scheduled an appointment with the chairman of the department.  It was near the end of the day when Jill returned to Hal’s office.

“Thanks for you understanding, Hal,” she said as she sat down in the chair facing his desk.  “Have you come up with anything?”

“I think so,” he replied as he looked at her.  This woman is remarkably beautiful, he thought.  And then he realized that he had that same thought every time he looked at her.  “The best way to handle it is to return the money.  Then we can create a document for the file, describing how it was temporarily used for some reason or other.”

“But I already told you that I intend to return the money.”

“Oh, but I mean return it now.  I had a chance to speak with an attorney this afternoon and he said that this was the only way to limit exposure.”

Jill sighed.  “I don’t have that kind of money, Hal.  I can’t do that until we finance the house.  And we can’t do that until we sell the old one.”

It was Hal’s turn to sigh.  “Yes.  Quite right.  You did tell me that earlier.  Most unfortunate.  But there is another way that was suggested by the attorney.  Read and sign this and I will make the deposit back into the account on you behalf.”

“Oh, Professor,” exclaimed Jill with a sigh of relief.  “I mean Hal.  That is very kind of you but that is too gracious of you.  I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“My dear,” he said, “You may not have a choice.  It’s fortunate that I was doing my own checking of the grants yesterday because I learned this morning that the Feds have stepped up their audit programs and that a physics professor at another institution was indicted just last week for something very similar.”  This was all a fabrication but Hal knew that there would be no way for Jill to know that.

“So I’m afraid that either, I put the money in there myself or you go to prison and I have to find a new sociology professor.”  He pushed the document toward her and then sat back.  “So which will it be?”

“Okay, okay,” she said as she picked up the papers.  “Well thank you again for all of your kindness.”

“Not at all,” he smiled.  She started to read the document and a frown started to appear on her face, followed by a furrowed brow.  Then, all of a sudden, her jaw dropped.

“This is a joke, isn’t it?” she asked, bewildered.

“Not at all,” he said again.  “This is a legal contract to memorialize our arrangement.”

“But this would virtually make me you slave,” she said incredulously.

“There would be nothing virtual about it, my dear,” he replied.  “You would literally be my slave, as would your husband.”

“This is outrageous!” she protested.  “It’s preposterous!”

“It’s the only way,” he said, “unless you can come up with the money.”

“Surely there must be another way,” she said indignantly.  She was getting angry but was trying not to show her temper.

“Take it home.  Talk it over with your husband.  Perhaps the two of you can come up with a third alternative,” he said.  “I’ll give you until tomorrow morning to decide.  Oh, by the way, did I mention that the auditors are scheduled to be here tomorrow?”

Jill blanched for the second time that day.  She felt trapped.  By this time tomorrow, life as she knew it could be over.  She picked up the papers and excused herself.  She would have to come up with another way.

Chapter 2

She did not tell her husband about the contract at first.  She described her earlier conversation with Hal and told him about the audit scheduled for tomorrow.  And they wracked their brains together to find a solution.  But no ideas emerged that would remotely come close to fixing the problem.

In the end, she told her husband about the other alternative.  He just clutched the papers and stared at them as if he were in a state of shock.  Finally, he spoke.

“It’s better than losing you for twenty years,” he said.  He picked up a pen and signed the papers.  With tears flowing down her cheeks, Jill inked her name in the space below his.

The next morning, Jill was waiting for Hal at his office when he arrived.  “Did you come up with anything?” he asked.  She simply held out the document and he took it from her.  He flipped to the last page and nodded as he saw the two signatures.

“I guess not,” he continued.  “I really do think this is the best way.  It protects you.”

Somehow, Jill did not feel very protected at the moment.  She felt very vulnerable instead.; and very humiliated.  She had foolishly placed her husband and herself into a situation which had cost them their freedom.  According to the terms of the contract, they would belong to Hal for the next five years.

“Please come in,” Hal said as he opened his office door and waited for Jill to enter.  Then he closed it behind him.  “Now, let’s see what I have purchased.  Do be a good dear and remove your clothes.”

“What!?!?!?!?” gasped Jill.

“your clothing,” he repeated.  “Take it off so that I can see if I made a good deal.”

Jill opened her mouth to protest but closed it again without uttering a word.  What did she expect?  The document was very clear on expectations and requirements.  Immediate obedience was demanded at all times.  No activities on the part of the owner were prohibited.  She was clearly a slave and he was clearly the master.  He could do with her what he chose.  Reluctantly, she reached up and slowly stripped.

“This is an excellent arrangement we have entered into,” remarked Hal once she had taken off the last of her clothes.  Jill was a remarkable beauty.  Long flowing red hair spilled luxuriously down her back and chest.  He reached out and tucked it all over her shoulders, revealing two large, ripe and beautiful breasts.  He had known that she was well endowed but these surpassed even his wildest hopes.  Her narrow waist and flared hips and nicely padded ass were visions of perfection. Her finely sculpted thighs and firmly muscled calves were magnificent.  And her face, which he had admired for years, was simply gorgeous as it blushed furiously.

He did not touch her other than when he reached out and tugged lightly on the little red tuft of hair over her Venus mound.  “Lose this by tonight.  Be at my home at seven.  You can leave your husband at home this time.”

Then he let her get dressed and go on about her day.  That night, he raped her.  Well, rape is probably not the right word but that’s how she thought about it.  In reality, one cannot be accused of rape when one is using one’s own property.  He did use her well and often that night.

Chapter 3

She stood up from her desk and walked over to the mirror.  She tugged the neck of her turtleneck down and ran a finger over the bruised spot on her neck.  It was getting better.  Maybe tomorrow she would be able to wear just a blouse.

She had gotten the bruise during the hunt.  Hal belonged to a group that enjoyed getting together with their subs and slaves.  The club met weekly and there was some kind of activity or entertainment at each meeting.  Jill was one of the favorites so she was frequently part of the entertainment.

About once a month, the group got together for the hunt.  In reality, this was more of a terrorizing mixer.  It was a way for the dominants to sample the charms of subs and slaves who belonged to others.

It was terrorizing to the subs and slaves because they were, quite literally, the hunted.  The event took place on a large ranch and the bottoms were stripped, but for sneakers, and then given a head start.  The bottoms would then disperse and try not to get shot.

The weapon was a paint ball gun.  One time, they used tranquilizer guns but that was deemed to be too hazardous.  Now everyone had a paint gun and each hunter had a unique color of paint balls.  The rules of the hunts were changed each time.  Sometimes a single hit would capture a slave.  Sometimes it took two hits with the hunter having the second hit bagging the slave.  One time, it took a single hit but that hit had to be somewhere on the torso.  That turned out to be a messy day as the slaves’ arms and legs were coated with multiple colors of paint as the hunters kept missing the mark.

Two things were constant in the rules.  The first was that the hunter who bagged the slave got to keep and use the slave until the next morning.  The other constant was the way the slaves were treated based on the order in which they were bagged.  The first one bagged during the hunt always received the most humiliating or uncomfortable treatment and then it gradually got better as they progressed through the sequence until they got to the last “kill” of the day who got off easy.  The “treatment” always occurred at dinner time.  Everyone would eat and then they would be entertained through the torture or humiliation of the prey.

For her first few hunts, Jill was always the first one bagged.  She couldn’t figure out why she was always so unlucky until one of the other girls told her that it was because she was so beautiful.  “All of them want you.  You are very desirable,” the girl had said.  “They won’t even look at the rest of us most of the time until they know that they can’t get you.”  That surprised Jill because she thought that the girl was beautiful in her own right.

But as a result of being the first kill of the day several times, she had endured some truly awful ordeals.  One time, she was bound and then fucked by a German Shepherd.  Another time, her breasts were filled with dozens of sharp needles until they looked like pincushions.  Yet another time, she had been hung by her breasts and whipped.  Nowadays, she was wiser and much more cautious.  She never makes it to last, but she can usually end up in the middle by varying her pattern and concealment techniques.

She is told that she is still the favorite but a change in the rules has caused the hunters to not wait all day to bag a slave in hopes of getting her.  Now, if a slave is not captured during any sixty minute period, the hunt is called off.  The slaves refer to this as the “Jill Rule.”  At least now, she has a sporting chance.

Plus, there is another slave in the group who is nearly as popular as she is; maybe even more so.  A girl named Charity had been brought into the club by her owner this past spring.  At first, that had been uncomfortable for Jill because Charity had been one of her students the year before, but they quickly became best friends.

Last Saturday, Jill and Charity had stuck together during the hunt.  Usually, Jill liked to travel and evade alone.  It was safer for her that way.  But she always enjoyed spending time with her former student so they were a team that day.

“How high should we go?” asked Charity.  They were climbing up the rocky face of one of the cliffs, hoping to get to an overhang.  They figured that, once there,’ they could lie on the flat rock and not be visible from below.  The only way they would be caught was if someone climbed higher and happened to look right down on them.

“I think the second highest would be best,” replied Jill.

“Okay,” chirped Charity as she started to scramble up the rocks again.  Jill smiled as she watched her student’s lithe body move gracefully up the rugged terrain.  The girl had boundless energy and was breathtakingly beautiful.  It was a treat for Jill to watch the firm bottom and thighs tightening and flexing with each movement even though she thought of herself as devoutly heterosexual.

They reached the outcropping and checked it out for the best hiding spots.  They settled on a spot that would let them lie in the sun since the day was a cool one, but which would keep them pretty well hidden from above.  They laid together, facing each other, and rested their heads on each other’s arms.

“Thank you for being so beautiful,” said Charity, tilting her head forward and kissing her teacher on the lips.

“Look who’s talking,” laughed Jill.  “You are the beautiful one.”

“I’m pretty,” replied Charity.  “But you’re the beautiful one.  Inside and out.”  She planted another kiss on Jill’s lips and then lingered there.  There was nothing passionate about it.  It wasn’t even sexual.  It was just two sets of loving lips touching each other.

The day progressed and nobody found them.  They could hear guns going off below and heard a few cries from slaves that got hit.  Even though the paintballs were not lethal, they still stung when they hit someone, especially if that someone was naked.

Apparently one of the girls had climbed up onto the ridge above them.  They heard the sound of a paint gun and then the cry of the girl nearby.  The hunter climbed up the rocky face barely ten feet away from Jill and Charity but never spotted them.  He claimed his girl and fucked her on the spot for the next fifteen minutes.  Jill and Charity listened to the grunts and wet slapping sounds of the two as they went at it.  After the male filled his slavegirl with his seed, he led her off through a different, easier route back down to the ground.

“I’m horny,” announced Charity after they had left.  She moved her head down and started sucking on one of Jill’s nipples.  “Aren’t you horny?”

“No,” replied Jill.  “But if you keep that up, I will be.”

“Ooooo!” squealed Charity and then she started sucking harder and faster.  Even though she considered herself to be heterosexual, Jill had made love with plenty of other females since becoming a slave and Charity was always her favorite sex partner.  So the two of them took a break from the boredom of the day and made love in the sixty nine position with Charity on top.

That’s when Charity got bagged.  Her bottom was sticking up enough to be barely seen by the hunter but she was wiggling it excitedly as Jill’s tongue drove her crazy.  It was that movement that caught the attention of the hunter.  With a well aimed shot, he was able to hit the bottom cheek squarely, spattering the green paint all over it as Charity was climaxing.

“Oh shit,” groaned Charity as she came back down from her orgasm.

“They were going to get you anyways,” consoled Jill.  It was true.  Sooner or later, all of the slaves got caught.

“Yeah, but it was bad timing.”

“Jill laughed and gave the beautiful pussy above her face another lick.  “At least you got to climax.”

It took several minutes for the hunter to reach the spot where the girls were.  That gave Charity enough time to give Jill her orgasm.  They were lying together when the male poked his head up next to the rock they were on.

“Oh, look what we have here,” he said.  “My two favorites.”

He bound Charity’s wrists behind her back and then told Jill to start running.  He was only allowed to bag one girl but he could still splatter her naked body with green paintballs that would hurt so Jill took off.  It was only a matter of time now, she knew, before she would get captured too.  She looked back at one point and saw the hunter spreading Charity’s thighs and then sinking his thick cock into the girl.  Jill had been captured by him during a previous hunt and she knew that Charity was in for a tough time.  He tended to be rougher than most.

Thankfully, Jill made it across the open field without getting spotted.  She found a good hiding place and hunkered down, trying to stay out of sight.  She actually lasted longer than she expected but thirty minutes after she settled in, she felt the pain burst in the side of her neck and knew that she had been bagged.  She reached up and touched the spot where the ball hit and then she held it before her face, seeing the pink paint.  She wondered which dominant was assigned pink today.

Charity’s Aunt Janice, who was also Charity’s owner, stepped into view.  “It’s my lucky day,” she said as she smiled.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Jill.

“Come on,” said Janice.  “Let’s get you out of there and get you cleaned up.”  She bound Jill’s wrists behind her back, as was the custom, and then led her back to the ranch house.  It turned out to be an easy evening for her.

Charity was the fourth from last at being bagged so she just received a light whipping of her breasts during the entertainment after dinner.  Jill was second to last and only had to endure being tickled by a long feather.  Compared to the ones who had been captured early, they had it easy.

That evening, Janice mostly wanted to talk.  She asked questions about Hal and Jill answered them.  Jill knew that Hal was interested in enslaving both Janice and Charity and she assumed that her owner for the night was trying to figure out what it would be like.  They also talked about Charity for quite a bit.  It was obvious that Janice prized her little slavegirl and loved her.  They did have sex but it was more like making love.  It was slow and tender.  And they slept curled up with one another.

Chapter 4

Jill realized that she had been sitting in her office by herself for over an hour as she thought back on her recent life.  But she had students who needed her help so she couldn’t stay locked inside her memories and regrets forever.  She got up from her desk and unlocked and opened the door to the hallway.  And then she had an almost steady stream of students visiting her.

At times, it was almost comical to her.  Some of the students had specific issues that they wanted to discuss or well formulated questions that they were seeking answers to.  Others, however, seemed to be there just to be there.  They would step into her office and stammer and sometimes blush.  They always looked at her face and sometimes their eyes would furtively glance at her chest.  She knew that she should be offended but she found it entertaining and comical.

Finally, the flow of students ended and she was able to get back to her research.  She was still reviewing and cataloguing her notes from a recent field expedition when Charity poked her head into the office.

“Hi, sis,” said Charity.  “How’s your neck?”

Jill would have rebuked any other student who called her sis.  She had earned the title of Professor through hard work and she preferred to be called that.  But Charity was different.  She really was like a sister.

Jill reached up and pulled the collar of the turtleneck away, showing Charity the spot where she had been shot.  “It’s almost faded,” she said.

“Yeah, it looks a lot better. Can you talk for a bit?”

“For you, always,” smiled Jill.  “What’s on your mind?”

“Not much, really,” said Charity as she plopped down into a chair.  “I just wanted to talk to you and see how Saturday went.”  They had not spoken since Jill had been chased off the ledge by the hunter who had bagged Charity.

“Saturday actually turned out to be a lot of fun,” replied Jill.  “I loved spending the day with you.  And you have a wonderful mistress.  I loved being able to get to know her.”

“Yeah, she loved owning you,” said Charity.  “She said your bright and fun and so, so sexy.  But I already knew that.”

“How did your time go?”

“Not as well as yours,” responded Charity.  “That guy sure  likes his pain.”

“Yes, I know,” offered Jill.  “He got me one time too.”

“I’ve never had a guy fist me before.  I never realized how much bigger their hands are.  But he managed to get it in.”

“Ouch,” said Jill.

“Exactly,” agreed Charity.

“So what’s on your mind, Char?” asked Jill, pronouncing Char as Chair.  “Or are you just here to let me see that cute little slave body of yours?”

Charity hemmed and hawed for a bit before responding.  “Well, there is something that I wanted to ask you.  I wanted to ask you on Saturday when we were together on the ledge but I never know how long we are going to have during those hunts before we’ll be shot.  And I didn’t want to distract you from what we had to do that day.”

Jill listened.  She was tempted to close her office door but that would look odd.  She always kept it open when she met with students.  “Yes?” she asked.

“Well,” Charity started, “how do you feel about being a slave?  I mean what goes through your mind on a day like Saturday?”

“Hmm,” replied Jill as she leaned back in her chair, thinking.  “Let’s start about how I feel about being a slave.  At first, I hated it.  I never grew up aspiring to be owned.  I became a slave through my own foolishness, which I would prefer not to get into.  At first, it was the worst thing imaginable.  And finally, I told myself that I could keep feeling miserable and sorry for myself or I could resign myself to what I am.  And that’s how I feel about being a slave.  I have resigned myself to it.  I accept the fact that my body does not belong to me.  I accept the fact that I must do as I am told.  And I accept the fact that I have no control over my private life.

Charity leaned forward, resting her arms on Jill’s desk as she listened.

“I feel quite differently about Saturday,” Jill continued.  “In fact, I feel differently about almost all of the group’s events.  I love them.”

“Really?” asked a surprised Charity.  “If you are only resigned to being a slave, I would have thought that things like Saturday would be a chore for you.”

“Well, what is a chore is when I am summoned at the end of a work day to serve that night.  Or on a Saturday afternoon when I am in the middle of something.  I go, but it always feels like something is being yanked out of my heart.”

Jill went on.  “But for the scheduled events like Saturday, I have a chance to get prepared.  Even if I don’t know what the event will be about, I can get myself into the proper mindset.  I think like I am an actress who is getting ready to perform.  The adrenalin is rushing and I am just focused on myself and making sure that I give the best performance ever.”

“That way, even if the event is awful, I can focus inward and enjoy my role in it.  And every once in awhile, I get a pleasant surprise, like the first time you and I were paired together.  I remember you being strapped to the table and me being able to take my time devouring your precious body and making love to you.”

“Mmmm” cooed Charity.  “I liked that.  But we made love to each other as I remember it.”

Jill chuckled and got up from her chair.  “Maybe I should shut my door.”  She locked it and then returned to her chair.  “And I loved the time that you and I were bought together by that couple.  Being sold can be horrifying.  But I had prepared my mind to perform and then you were thrown into the mix.  I had a lot of fun at the event and during our week of captivity together.”

“Mmmmm,” cooed Charity again.  “Yes, I loved that too.  We didn’t get much of a chance to be together during the week, but I loved being near you.”

“So in answer to your question, finally,” Jill started up again.  “I loved Saturday.  I had a ball.  I knew that it was going to be a hunt and I knew that I would be shot.  So I was able to get myself into thinking of myself as prey.  And then you were thrown in on top of it and we got to make love again.  Plus, I was finally able to get to know your beautiful mistress.  I had the time of my life on Saturday.”

Charity smiled.  “I’m glad that you had fun.  I always love being with you.  You are always so beautiful and so proud.  But in a way, we are almost complete opposites in how we view slavery and the events.”

“Oh?” asked Jill.  “How so?”

“Hmmm.  Let me see.  Well, I love being a slave.  And I did grow up dreaming of being owned.  Well I didn’t dream of that my whole life.  But for the past few years, I have fantasized about it.  I even used to write stories about it because it was the only way to express myself as a slave until recently.”

“Yes, your mistress shared some of your stories with me,” interjected Jill.  “They are quite good.”

Charity blushed.  “Thank you.  I don’t write much any more, though, now that I get to experience it in real life.”

“That’s a shame,” Jill said.  “I would love to read the story that included last Saturday’s activities.”

“Maybe I’ll try one like that,” responded Charity.  “But there’s a difference between us about those events.  You just accept slavery and I love it.  You love the events and I dread them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Jill.  “I had no idea.  Why do you dread them?”

“I’m not sure,” continued Charity.  “Maybe it’s because I feel like there’s such a big audience and I will fail them?  And maybe it’s because I will end up with someone like that jerk who bagged me on Saturday.  I always love being with you at the events but that has only happened three times.  An we never know if we will be able to be together until the event starts.  So I go into each one filled with dread and live in terror through most of them.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” said Jill sympathetically.  “You certainly hide your feelings well.  I had no idea.”

“It’s okay.  I just have to get better.”

“Maybe you could try doing what I do.  Prepare your mind for what is coming.  Create a role.  Get ready to be thrilled.  And I’ll try to help by getting paired up with you more often.”

Charity smiled weakly.  “I’ll try it.  It’s better than going into them filled with dread.  Let me ask you something.  Do you think that Professor Bascomb would ever loan you to my mistress?  Maybe for a week or so?  Your husband could come too if you’d like.”

“Oh, love, I’m sure he would,” replied Jill.  “But be careful what you ask for.  He can be such a pig.  I’m sure there would be a very steep price for that.”

“Well, I’m sure that the price would be worth it,” said Charity.  “What do you think that he would demand for that?”

“You,” replied Jill.  “I’m sure he would want you in exchange.  He goes into every hunt with only you in mind.  He has been dying to lay his hands on you.  And I expect that he would demand your aunt also.  He keeps talking about what a beautiful slave your mistress would be.

“Oh,” said Charity.  “Well I wouldn’t mind being the price.  But I can’t risk Aunt Janice.”  The two of them chatted for a bit longer and then Charity left.  Jill had a departmental dinner meeting scheduled for seven o’clock so she decided to just stay in her office and work until then.

Chapter 5

Work evaded Jill as she sat in her office.  She kept thinking about sweet Charity and her loving mistress and the events of the past weekend that she and Charity had just talked about.  “It’s a wonder that I get any work done at all any more,” she thought to herself.  She was always either being a slave or thinking about it, it seemed.

She was able to get some of her research done though.  She had recently returned from a month long field research expedition.  In fact, she and Hal were presenting tonight based on that trip.  He had gone with her.

In fact, he had insisted that they go.  She did not want to.  Their research styles were complete opposites.  She was an observational sociologist.  She believed that one could only study a culture from a distance.  Any contact with the group being studied would interfere and change behaviors.  Therefore, you would be studying something artificial.

Hal called himself an immersion sociologist.  He said that you could only really understand a culture by becoming part of it.  She considered that schlock science and tended to totally discount what was published by these participatory scientists.  But Hal had insisted that they conduct this research together and that they do it his way.

He never said why he grew such a sudden interest in one of the tribes she had been studying but she knew exactly why.  She had published a paper on them six months ago based on the research she had done in the previous three years.  The paper, “The Sociological and Sexual Behaviors of the Incunu Tribe of Papaluana,” had brought her a few compliments from colleagues but there was nothing earth shattering about the work.  But Hal had taken an interest in it and Jill suspected why.  The culture of the tribe was very similar to that practiced by devotees of bondage and discipline.  It was a male dominant society which probably made it even more appealing to Professor Bascomb.

Jill had become quite proficient in the Incunu language during previous visits so she was sent ahead to make the arrangements.  She had taught Hal a few words so the he would not be at a total loss and she also typed up a little translational dictionary for him to study.

When Hal arrived two days after Jill did, she was already naked with her hands bound behind her back and a vine tied around her waist.  This acted as a leash.  The chief had been suspicious but amused by Jill’s request for immersion in the culture.  She had always wanted to maintain somewhat of a distance in the past.  After much discussion and haggling, the chief finally agreed.  His price was that the beautiful redheaded scientist would belong to him.  So she was kneeling at the chief’s feet without a stitch of clothing when Hal stepped off the boat.  The chief held her leash.

“Welcome to our island, teaching leader,” said the chief.  All dialogue was in the Incunu language but has been translated into English for the benefit of the reader.

“Thank you, great lizard,” replied Hal.  Jill gasped when she heard that.  It was obvious that Hal had not studied her dictionary very thoroughly.  She glanced up and saw the chief’s face tightened into a scowl with his hand on the hilt of his knife.  She knew she had to intervene.

“Please excuse the teaching leader, my savior,” Jill said to the chief.  “He meant no insult.  He is new to your language and needs to learn it.

Hal looked puzzled.  He had no idea that he had made an error until Jill informed him in English what he had just said.  He grew embarrassed and apologized.

“My sorry,” Hal said.  “I am but a palm tree with fish.”  Jill just rolled her eyes.  She had no idea what he was trying to say.  She just looked up at the chief and shrugged.  This was going to be a very long month.  The chief smiled back at her and shrugged his shoulders with her and then ruffled her red hair.  She washed it every night but combs had not yet been introduced into this culture so she did not use one.  After only two days without a comb, her hair was now a long, wild mane.

The group got through the introductions without further incident and then moved off of the beach.  Hal was shown to the hut that he would be using and he unpacked the few items that he brought on the trip.  Since this was immersion research, he would be wearing whatever the tribe wore.

After he settled in and made a few notes, he finally looked at the dictionary that Jill had created for him.  He should have done that earlier.  He had almost lost his life earlier because he had failed to study.  He was still studying when Jill arrived at his hut, escorted by two young males who were obviously her bodyguards.

“We should speak English now,” said Jill.  “But after this discussion, it should be strictly Incunu.  I see you are studying the dictionary.”

“Yes, just brushing up, really,” lied Hal.

“I see.  I must have had a few typos in that thing based on some of the things you said earlier.”

“It just takes a little getting used to,” Hal said.  “What’s up with the two henchmen?”

“They are my protectors,” she replied.

“What do you need protection from?” asked Hal.

“You, I think,” responded Jill.  “But the chief was not specific.”

“Hmmm” said a puzzled Hal.  “Why would you need protection from me?”

“Because I am the property of the chief,” she replied.  “That was the only deal I could strike.  He was not going to let us live with the tribe any other way.”

“I see,” nodded Hal.  “Do I get a girl too?”

“Yes.  He said that you will be given a girl after you pass the manhood initiation and then you.  You can claim the girl of your choice other than any katahuas.  That’s what they call the main girl of each of the males.  And I’m a katahua.”

Hal nodded again as he listened.  He remembered from Jill’s article on the tribe that each adult male had a main girl.  This was sort of like the head slave or chief concubine.  She was not the male’s exclusive bedmate but was the principal one.  And she typically assisted when the male decided to bring a different girl to bed.  Main girls were rarely shared with others and it was typically for ceremonial purposes when they were.

Hal sighed.  It looked like he would not be able to play with his favorite sex toy for the next four weeks.  It was a shame, because she looked so erotic right now that he could easily fuck her on the spot.  She stood proudly with her shoulders squared back.  Her large breasts thrust forward invitingly and her tangle mane added to her exotic look.  And her body glistened in the sunlight.  Tanning oil had been her one compromise on immersion.  She knew that she would probably be scantily attired for the month and that her fair skin would be ravaged by the intense tropical sun.  She had no idea that she would be kept completely naked though.  But she had brought plenty of oil with as much sun protection capability as possible.  Even with that, she could tell that she was darkening already after only two days on the island.

“What’s the initiation all about?”

“I don’t know the whole thing,” replied Jill.  “I just know that the last part requires that you stand on the point all night.”  She gestured toward a little spit of land that stuck out into the ocean near the beach.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound so bad,” he said.

“At high tide, the point becomes submerged.  And there are sharks in these waters.”

“Oh,” gasped Hal.  “Maybe this immersion wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” responded Jill.

“Do they ever lose anyone?”

“Not often.”

“When is the initiation?”

“In about an hour.”

Hal gasped.  “Ohmigod!!!  I’m going to die!!!”  Normally, he put on an act of confidence and manliness.  Jill was surprised at how quickly that façade crumbled.  She just hoped that he didn’t embarrass her.  In her mind, having him eaten by sharks was preferable to having him act like a coward.  She made some reassuring comments and tried to bolster his courage.  Then she left him to his thoughts and was once again flanked on each side by her protectors.

A naked Hal was paraded into the center of the village an hour later.  There he underwent a series of tests to prove his worthiness.  He had to demonstrate his courage, his strength, his virility, and that the gods looked down on him favorably.

His courage was tested when he ran the gauntlet.  The Incunu word for it translated as “woman maker” but it was essentially a gauntlet.  All of the males in the tribe formed two lines that faced one another.  They were all armed with clubs or poles or strips of leather.  The initiate had to run through the village between the two lines while the tribe members swung their weapons and beat him, grab the icon at the far end of the camp, and then return back between the attacking lines.

Jill learned why it was called a woman maker as the chief was giving Hal his instructions.  If he made it through the first test, he would be deemed worthy enough to move to the second test.  If he did not pass the first test, he would be relieved of his cock and balls.  Jill wondered how much of that Hal understood but was then thankful that he had not studied the language.  I was probably best that he not know that he could possibly be womanized.

But Hal did pass the first test.  He was badly bruised and battered but he returned to the chief triumphantly, holding the icon above his head.  They moved to the second test.

A rope was tied around Hal’s scrotum and the other end was tied around a large stone.  Hal’s test of strength was to stand up, which would lift the stone off the ground, and carry the stone to the chief using only his balls to support the heavy object.  Jill winced as she saw him get to his feet, seeing the weight of the rock stretching the scrotum painfully downward.

Jill was standing beside the chief but slipped behind him to use him as a shield to block her view of the painful sight.  But the chief pulled her in front of him and commanded her to watch.  He reached up and toyed with her delicious, full breasts as Hal inched his way painfully across the village center.  He eventually made it and was relieved when the rope was removed.

The next test involved a girl.  She got him hard with her mouth and then pumped his cock with her hand until his seed spurt in a long arc through the air.  He was deemed to be virile.

Finally, it was time to leave for the point.  Jill was left in the village as the chief took Hal and two protectors down to the beach.  Hal was sent to the tip of the point and was told that the chief would return for him in the morning.  The two protectors were not there to protect Hal, though.  They were there to protect the honor of the tribe.  If Hal tried to escape, they were to kill him.

Hal spent a miserable night.  The water was warm enough as it started rising but he knew about the sharks.  He was in a panic by the time the water reached his neck and was filled with fear each time something rubbed or bumped against his body.  But eventually, the tide started going out and the water level fell.  He was not eaten by sharks.  Apparently, the gods looked down on him favorably.

The final part of the ceremony took place in the morning.  He was given his first reward as a man of the tribe.  He was given one of the Katahuas for the day.  Hal led the beautiful Polynesian girl to his hut and fucked her despite his exhaustion.  He eventually passed out, using her as a mattress for much of the day, and then fucked her again when he woke up.  She led him back to the center of the village as it was getting dark.

There, he was treated as a brother by all of the males and was given his tribal clothing.  He received his breech cloth, which he thankfully tied around his waist.  It only covered his front, and barely at that, but it was something.  They gave him his gold arm band which he wore high on his left upper arm.  And he received his weapons. One was a large curved knife that was worn at the waist.  Another was a smaller knife, much like a dagger, strapped to his thigh.  The third was his bow and quiver of arrows.  He hoped that he would never need them.  The only time he had ever used a knife was to cut his steak.  And he had never used a bow before.

Jill actually found herself feeling proud of him.  Despite his frequent pomposity and overbearing nature, she was glad that he had performed so well.  Maybe the month wouldn’t be so long after all.

Chapter 6

Jill checked the clock on her desk.  It was only five thirty.  She still had a long wait until the dinner meeting.  Her thoughts went back to the island.

Hal quickly chose his own katahua out of the harem of one of the other males.  That was one of the things that amazed Jill in her earlier studies of the tribe.  They were very protective of the females.  All of the girls were associated with a male.  There was no such thing as a single woman here.  And, while they were fiercely possessive of their katahuas, they seemed to think of all of the others as merely temporarily held possessions.  Newly initiated males were free to pluck any of them out of any harem they chose.  Jill knew that Hal new main girl would probably be walking bow legged the next day.  She had never known anyone as horny as him.

The days passed quickly.  Hal learned how to hunt and fish.  Jill learned how to weave and cook the native dishes.  They quickly blended into the tribe despite being the only white people on the island.

Nursing was a community activity and each of the adult females was available to any of the children.  Being naked made preparation for the task easier, but Jill found it an embarrassing job since she had no milk in her breasts.  It was also embarrassing because it was only the older children who selected her breasts.  Most of the women in the tribe were stunningly beautiful with large, firm breasts, but the teenagers chose hers.  It must be the novelty of having a white woman, she thought.  And she knew that they were probably having sexual thoughts as they suckled on her nipples.  She knew that she was certainly having sexual thoughts as a result of what they were doing to her.

During the second week of their research, a second male was initiated into manhood.  He endured all of the same ordeals that Hal had suffered through.  Then, on the morning after his vigil on the point, Jill was selected as the katahua who would complete the initiation by being the first woman he would ever fuck.

She was surprised that she had been chosen.  Surely one of the others would know the culture of the tribe better and would be better suited to be this boy’s sexual mentor.  But she was proud that she had been trusted enough for this sacred ceremony.  She took her job very seriously and, throughout the course of the day, coaxed every drop of semen out of him.  She looked bedraggled and disheveled as she brought him back to the center of the village at the end of the day.  He looked completely exhausted but was grinning from ear to ear.

It was during the third week of their stay that disaster struck.  Oceangoing canoes were spotted on the horizon.  Another tribe was coming to raid them.  The men grabbed their weapons and headed out in small bands to track the canoes and defend the island.  Since the only thing of value on the island was the women, the chief stayed in the village to defend them along with another one of the males.

Jill recommended that she be given a bow, a suggestion that greatly amused the chief.  There was no way that a female could possibly shoot a bow.  But Jill was insistent.  She knew how to use one and she argued that it was foolish not to use every weapon possible.  Still, she got nowhere with the chief.

Finally, she suggested that she be able to prove it to him.  If she was not good enough, then she would give back the bow and wait with the other women.  The chief finally relented.

Jill took a few practice shots to acclimate to the new weapon and then she took her first aim.  A coconut had been placed on the ground as a target and she easily sank her arrow into it.  Her second arrow also hit it squarely.  They moved the coconut much farther away and Jill sank three more arrows into it.  The chief watched in awe but finally agreed to let her fight.

The canoes divided into three groups as they got closer to the island.  Jill learned later that two of the groups that tried to outflank the village were repelled by the tribe.  The only one that successfully made it to shore was the one that was attacking the village frontally.  Six attackers stepped ashore.

Jill had been placed in the rear and she watched as the chief and the other male from the village defended it valiantly.  She saw one of the attackers go down but still they advanced.

All of a sudden, she saw the chief go down.  He had taken an arrow in the thigh and was immobilized.  She saw three of the attackers advance on the fallen chief.  Two of them had their bows at the ready.  The third had slung his bow and drawn his knife.  It was clear to Jill that they intended to murder the chief.

Adrenalin surged through her veins. She let out a yell and leaped forward with her bow aimed.  She easily killed the male with the knife with her first shot.  She reached the chief as she was aiming her second shot.  The two attackers stopped advancing, though. They had also stopped aiming their bows.  They and the two other attackers further back were just staring at her, dumbfounded.

Jill stood over the chief, straddling his body as she crouched, ready to fire again.  When the chief tried to get up, she placed her foot on his chest and pushed him back down, protecting him from the four men.

Her chest was heaving from the energy that was coursing through her veins.  She yelled at them in Incunu to leave.  She moved her bow back and forth from one attacker to another, threateningly.  Then, miraculously, they did leave.  They hurried back to their canoes and paddled away, leaving two dead behind.

Jill became an instant hero in the tribe.  Never before had a female defended the island.  She was given a name that she could not interpret.  It was only later in the evening, after the wounded chief had fucked his brave katahua, that she figured it out.  He drew a little picture in the dirt.  It was crude but it was good enough for her to figure out what her new name was.  She was Leopard Girl.

Chapter 7

When Jill looked at the clock on her desk next, it read a quarter to seven.  She gathered up the notes for her lecture and then left her office to head across campus to the dining hall where they were meeting.  She was not looking forward to this departmental meeting at all.

The title of the presentation was “The Pros and Cons of Immersion Research.”  She would be arguing against it since she felt so strongly about the subject, especially after recently completing her first immersion research study.  Hal would be arguing in favor of it.

It was not the fact that she would be arguing against the chair of the department that bothered her.  Nor was she worried that it was her owner who she would be challenging.  She worried about what humiliating stories he would share about her.  And she worried about the pictures.

They had a video camera in the village.  It was permanently on and fed its images via satellite back to a server on the campus.  Jill had even negotiated its placement with the chief prior to Hal’s arrival and it was all set up when Hal arrived.

Negotiations over the thing had been difficult, not because the chief objected to pictures.  He just simply did not know what pictures were and Jill had difficulty trying to explain the concept to him.  She finally resorted to “it will help us remember.”  The chief thought it was a foolish request but he allowed it and even helped Jill figure out the best placement.  After she set it up, everything that happened in the village within view of the lens, was saved in the computer at GSU.  Jill wondered what embarrassing pictures were going to be used tonight by Hal.  She did not plan on using any of them.

Dinner was nice and she enjoyed the company of her colleagues.  Then Hal stood up at the podium and called the meeting to order.  “As you all know, Dr. Wallings and I recently conducted research on the Pacific islanders that she has been following for several years.  This time, we conducted immersion research, which she has not endorsed in the past and still does not endorse.  Tonight, using a shared experience, we will present the cases for and against immersion research.  I will present the case for.”

He spent the next thirty minutes arguing his case and using stored images to back up his argument.  He explained how they had uncovered the core values of the tribe through immersion.  Images of him running naked through the gauntlet appeared on the screen as well as images of the tribe girl jerking him off during his initiation.  “Courage, strength, virility and a favorable view by the gods are what they value.”

Jill had already documented two of those values but she had to admit that she did not know about virility or the views of the gods.  She did notice that he did not show any of the pictures of his balls being dragged low by the rock, though.  And the camera was not positioned to be able to record him on his vigil on the point.  It was a shame that it wasn’t recorded.  Jill was certain that it would have shown a desperate man whose face was streaked with fear.  He did not comment on Jill during this section of his speech, although she was clearly visible in many of the pictures, standing in front of the chief with the chief’s hands playing with her ripe breasts.

“We also learned about the communal nature of child care in this culture.  As you can see in this picture, our own Dr. Wallings participated in the daily nursing of the children.”  The picture showed a boy sucking on one of Jill’s breasts as a line of other boys waited their turn.  Each of them was sporting respectable erections.

He went on about knowledge that had been gained about fishing and hunting techniques.  He talked about food preparation techniques that had been previously unknown.  And then he told them that he had a story to tell them.  The video started rolling.

It showed the raid.  The chief was visible in the center of the frame, gesturing and clearly yelling.  Others were standing in front of him, threateningly.  The film showed one of the raiders raising his bow and shooting his bow and then showed three of them advancing on him.  Two carried bows.  The third was brandishing a knife.

Suddenly, Jill burst onto the scene.  There was no audio so nobody heard the growls or yells.  But they clearly saw her draw her bow string back and shoot, killing the man with the knife.  They saw the confused look on the faces of the remaining two as she continued to advance.  They saw Jill pull the second arrow from her quiver and aim it back and forth between the two raiders that were standing over the chief.  Then they saw as she scanned her arrow back and forth across the other two raiders who were standing farther back.  They saw Jill stand over the chief, straddling him in a crouched position with her bow drawn, clearly communicating that she was going to attack.  And then the video stopped, leaving the image of her, with her naked body glistening and her wild mane flowing down her shoulders and back, with a determined and threatening look on her face.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, “said Hal, “I give you Leopard Girl.”  He took his seat and there were a variety of giggles and chuckles around the room.

Jill stood up and walked shakily to the podium.  She was not sure she could speak.  She felt so humiliated in front of her colleagues.  She took a deep breath and then looked out at her department.  She set her notes aside.  She would not be using them.

“I am Leopard Girl,” she said.  And then she paused.  “I defended my chief.  And that is exactly why immersion research should never be conducted.”

“I am Leopard Girl.  And I defended my chief,” she said again.  There was complete silence in the room.

“Let me tell you why immersion is wrong,” she started again.  “He was my chief.  I belonged to him.  He protected me and looked after me.  I was his prized possession.  As scientists, how can we study and research and observe without letting bias and opinion enter into the equation when we are that close to our subjects?”

“I created a new role for their culture,” she continued.  “They had never had a Leopard Girl before.  Our role is pursuing science; not creating history.  In a male dominated society, who knows what the introduction of a Leopard Girl role will do?  It could change the culture and it could ultimately destroy it.”

“I placed myself in harm’s way through immersion research.  There is always some element of risk in field work.  But in immersion, you become one with the culture and that puts you in danger.”

“And finally, I killed a man.  I committed no crime.  It is not illegal in that country to defend your women.  But I will have to live the rest of my life knowing that I took the life of another human being.  I have no idea if he had a wife or family, but he probably did.  His children will probably grow up bitter and one of them will raid again someday in the name of vengeance.  And the harm that comes from that raid, and the next, and the next, will be a result of my actions in immersion research.

She ended her short, sobering speech with the image of her naked, glistening body still projected on the screen behind her.  “I am Leopard Girl.  I defended my chief.  No good can come from immersion research.”

The audience was silent for several moments.  Jill hoped that they would someday forgive her.  They were all good scientists.  And then there was a clap.  It was followed by another clap a second later and then a rhythm was started and others joined in.  Then the clapping tempo was supplemented with a chant.

“LEO PARD GIRL…. LEO PARD.GIRL… LEO PARD GIRL!”  The audience rose to their feet and kept up the clapping and chanting.  Jill looked around, confused.  Then tears came to her eyes as she realized that her colleagues were rallying around her in support.

Hal let this go on for several minutes before stepping to the podium, wrapping his arm around Jill’s waist and giving her a hug.  “Let’s hear it for Leopard Girl!”

The audience broke into raucous cheering and Hal gave Jill another squeeze.  It would have looked like a chaste gesture to most people but Jill knew that Hal was claiming his property rights over her.

“You have heard both sides of the debate now, “he said.  “We will continue this discussion at our next meeting.  But I have some exciting news for you.  Leopard Girl and I are returning to the tribe in two weeks to conduct another month’s worth of research.”

Jill gasped at hearing the news.  She had no idea.  She turned to him and just stared at him, astonished.

Chapter 8

Word spread quickly on the campus.  Jill had been popular before but she achieved a kind of celebrity status after her identity as Leopard Girl was revealed.

Posters of her naked, threatening form standing over the chief and brandishing her bow showed up in the hallways and on kiosks throughout the campus.  Her lecture halls were packed to overflowing and security had to be called in for crowd control.  There was a constant, long line outside her door during her office hours and she was frequently stopped in the hallways and asked to sign copies of the poster.

It was totally humiliating to see her naked body displayed everywhere.  She could not believe that the police did not tear the posters down.  She did remove some that were near her office but they were replaced by others by the next morning.  There seemed to be no escaping them.  But by the third or fourth day, the humiliation receded and it was just one more indignity that she resigned herself to.

Hal was enjoying all of this greatly.  He loved to embarrass his girl and this was just another in a long string of humiliations.  But he also loved the way that everyone wanted to be close to her.  He could tell that she was the most desired female.  And she belonged to him.

At the next club gathering, it was suggested that Jill be allowed to be a hunter at the next hunt.  Fortunately, the next hunt was scheduled to take place when she was back on the island.  She assumed that all of the fuss would die down by the time she returned and she would not have to be a huntress.  At least, she hoped it would die down.  She knew that she would get no pleasure from shooting and capturing one of her fellow slaves; unless it was Charity, of course.

She also knew that her absence from the hunt might mean that her husband would be required to take her place.  He absolutely hated the hunts, not because of being prey but because of who always stalked him.  There were several gay dominants and one of them had developed an interest in him.  At the previous hunts that he had attended, this particular gay dominant had stalked him and bagged him each time.  He had spent the night with a cock in his mouth or ass each time and had miserable experiences.

There were actually two club gatherings before she had to go on her next trip.  At the first one, Hal demonstrated the strength test of the Incunu.  He demonstrated it on each of the male slaves instead of himself, however.  Once again, Jill had to watch the painful exercise but, this time, she did not have the chief to support and comfort her.

At the other gathering, she was once again paired up with Charity.  She had talked to Hal about it and he had agreed to work on pairing them more frequently.  The entertainment at this gathering was a contest.  Jill and Charity would be competing against one another.  The contest was a form of wrestling match.  Each of the girls was oiled up, as was the mat where they would be competing.  The objective was to put a butt plug, a dildo and a gag in the opponent.  Once an object was placed, taking it out of letting it slip out would automatically disqualify that girl.  The first girl to place all three objects in her opponent would win.  The loser would become the property of the winning slave’s owner for two days.  So either Jill would belong to Janice or Charity would belong to Hal.  Either way, Jill would get to spend some time with Charity.

The bell rang to start the match.  Each girl wore a leather thong around her waist and the objects were clipped to the thong.  The girls started circling each other.

“So you’re Leopard Girl, huh?” chided Charity as she circled and reached out, parrying.  “Well meet Panther Girl!”

Jill smiled at her young friend and student.  “Nice to meet you, Panther Girl.  But I’m going to turn you into Pussy Girl tonight.”  The others at the gathering circled the mat and roared with laughter at the exchange.

“Go get her, Panther Girl!” shouted one.  “Stuff Pussy Girl’s pussy,” encouraged another.  They eventually started grappling but the oil made gripping one another difficult.  It also made it hard to stand and soon they fell to the mat.

Jill fell on top of Charity who had landed on her stomach.  Jill took advantage of the position and straddled the younger girl, quickly plugging her ass.  The penetration was easy do to all of the oil but Charity still squealed as the large object was driven deep into her rectum.

Charity arched her body upward suddenly, knocking Jill off balance and sending her sprawling.  Now the tables were turned and it was the younger slave straddling the older one.  Charity was fast and she quickly slipped the dildo into the older girl’s pussy.  Jill was so shocked at what just happened that she was slow to react.  Charity started pumping the dildo in and out and then pushed it deep, ramming it against Jill’s cervix.

Jill gasped as the pain sent cramps through her belly and, once again, Charity took advantage of the situation.  She plunged the dildo back in again, eliciting another gasp and then quickly shoved the gag into Jill’s mouth.  The gag was just a foam rubber ball that was easy to squeeze into the opened mouth.

“Panther Girl’s going to catch herself a leopard,” taunted Charity as she looked down at Jill.  She reached down and tweaked the two slippery nipples and then reached for the butt plug.  This got Jill motivated and she bucked Charity off of her and then quickly got to her feet.  She started slowly circling the younger slave and then knocked her to the mat.

Jill sat on Charity’s chest as the teenager wiggled and struggled beneath her.  She clamped Charity’s nose between her fingers but they slipped off because of all of the oil.  She clamped it again, holding it tighter.  Because of all of the exertions and because she had exhaled just before her nose was clamped, Charity could not last long.  And as soon as she opened her mouth to breathe, Jill stuffed it with the gag.

“Hih!” exclaimed Charity around the gag as she tried to say “Shit!”

The crowd was very excited at this point and was cheering loudly.  Bets were being placed on who the winner would be and the odds appeared to be even.  But Jill had the upper hand at this point.  She was still sitting on Charity’s chest.

Charity had her legs pressed tightly together to protect her sex from the coming assault.  Jill slid down until she was straddling the younger girl’s waist as Charity continued to struggle.  Charity bent her legs and pushed with her feet as she placed her hands on the mat to push, trying to scoot out from under her opponent.  But the mat was so slippery that she could not get any traction.

Jill slid lower on Charity’s body and was now straddling her legs.  Charity kept sitting up to wrestle with Jill using her arms but Jill kept pushing her back down.  Charity was tiring out.

The end came swiftly after that.  Jill squeezed one knee between the tightly clamped legs and then got her other knee between them.  Using the strength of her thighs, she parted the legs and easily slid the dildo home.  Charity fell back onto the mat, defeated.

Jill decided to have a little fun at that point.  She started moving the dildo in and out of her defeated foe and spit out her gag.  Then she laid down between the parted legs and started flickering her tongue over Charity’s distended clit.  Jill was amazed at how well lubricated the girl was.  The oil helped, but Jill could taste Charity’s juices flowing freely.

The dominant who had appointed himself as the referee stepped onto the mat and declared Jill to be the winner.  But Jill just kept munching on her friend.  She kept moving the dildo in and out and then started doing the same with the butt plug.  Charity was so aroused by all of this sexual activity that she climaxed within thirty seconds of her defeat.

Leopard Girl had won in battle again.  And no, the self-proclaimed Panther Girl belonged to Hal for the next two days.  It was Friday night, so Charity would have a new owner until Monday morning.

Chapter 9

Jill had to fly out the next morning.  Once again, Hal was sending her back to the island ahead of him to make the arrangements.  She suspected that he had arranged the timing of the wrestling contest and her flight so that he would have Charity all to himself for the weekend.

“Is that all you’re taking?” asked Charity.  She and Hal were driving Jill to the airport.  “You’re going half way around the world and you only have a carryon?”

“Well, it’s not like I need a lot of clothes when I’m there.”  This caused Charity to giggle.  She had seen the Leopard Girl posters but assumed that Jill wore clothes at least some of the time.

“You are naked the whole time?” Charity asked.

“Buck naked,” replied Jill.  “For the next month, I won’t see a stitch of clothing.”  In fact, most of the stuff in her carryon was for work.  She had some journal books and pencils and pens and two video cameras.  She only had one extra outfit packed.

“Wow!” exclaimed Charity.  “That explains your great tan.”

“Yup,” nodded Jill.

“Well, I’m going to miss you,” said Charity.

“I’m going to miss you too, sweetie.”

“Don’t worry about Charity,” interjected Hal.  “I’ll keep her too busy over the next couple of days to miss you.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” nodded Jill.

Charity and Jill hugged and kissed one another at the airport and then left Jill to her travels.  The trip was long but uneventful.  By the next evening, she set foot back on the Incunu beach.

The chief’s wound had healed nicely.  He was very surprised to see her back so soon, though, since she normally only visited once each year.  And even though they did not have calendars on the island, he knew that it was too soon for her return.

“How is my Leopard Girl?” he asked.

“Your Leopard Girl is well, my savior,” she replied.  “I have returned to spend more time with you and your tribe.”  She went on to explain that she was back to learn more about their culture and asked to be allowed to join their tribe again.  The negotiations ended the same as last time.  The only difference was that Jill would not be displacing the chief’s usual katahua during this visit.  Instead, he would have two main girls this time until she left again.  Before leaving the beach, Jill was naked with her wrists tied behind her back.

As the chief led her to the center of the village, the children started squealing and jumping around excitedly.  The girls were excited because Leopard Girl was back.  Jill had become a living legend and a role model for many of the girls.  The boys were excited because their favorite breasts had returned.  She saw several of them becoming erect as she was paraded past them.

That night, the only thing that she accomplished was the placing of the cameras before the chief whisked her and his other katahua off to his hut.  He fucked them both as they assisted him.  The one who was not being fucked would suckle on the other’s breasts or kiss her.

Jill fell easily back into the routine of the tribe.  Again, she helped with the cooking and weaving.  And again, she let the youngsters suckle on her luscious breasts.

On her second day, she was given her leopard spots.  Several women were assigned to decorate her.  They had made a black dye and dabbed it onto her skin.  They created an intricate pattern of spots that went from her left shoulder diagonally down her torso.  The inner swells of her breasts were spotted but the outer swells were not.  Once the spots reached her right hip, they were continued down her leg.  Jill did not have a mirror so she could not properly examine herself but she could tell just by looking down at herself that she must look striking with these decorations.  She just hoped that the dye would eventually wear off.

The chief was very pleased with the new look.  He was so pleased, in fact, that he couldn’t wait to get Jill back to his hut.  So, he bent Jill over and fucked her in the middle of the village with all of the women and children circled around them as an audience.

Hal arrived three days later.  The chief was badly injured as was his other katahua.  Leopard Girl was gone.

To be continued