Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 3: Smile for the Birdie

The van was driven by Rocky to a house in a remote area of Southern California. In that rural area the homes averaged a quarter mile apart, so privacy was easy to maintain. He drove into the garage, shut the door behind him, and only then did he open the side door to the van. The two shipping crates were sitting there, waiting for further processing on their journey to a lifetime of slavery.

Arnie came into the garage, scratching his ample stomach and yawning. “What you got for me?” he asked.

“Two new ones. Boss says to keep them on ice and to get a full set of photos for him.”

“Good. Haven’t had nothin’ here for long time. Gets lonely. The boss cutting down on the snatches or what?”

“None of your business,” snapped Rocky. “Now help me get these crates into the unpacking room.”

Together they lifted the first crate and put it down on a cart. It was then pushed into the house and to a bedroom that had been set up especially for the arrival of newly kidnapped women. The windows were all blacked out with black paint and heavy curtains over that. There were pegs on the wall, each holding a coil of rope, a pair of handcuffs, or other form of restraint. There were also a couple large rings screwed into the wall as anchor points. They put the crate on the floor and went back to fetch the other one.

“Now, Arnie, you know the rules. No screwing the merchandise unless the boss says you can. In this case, he did not say okay. Got it?”

“I got it. But a guy gets horny… You know.”

“I know. After these two are processed, I’ll see about getting you some free time so you can visit the prostitutes in Las Vegas.”

“Good. I like Vegas. Classy whores there. Cost plenty, but worth it.”

“Very good. Get the photos emailed to the boss.”

“Okay, don’t get pushy. I always do a good job, no?”

“Yeah, you’re a good man, Arnie.”

Rocky patted Arnie on the back and left. As with many of the men Crofton employed, Arnie was not overly smart but had proven loyal and dependable. If he was told not to screw the merchandise, he would not screw the merchandise. Probably grab a handful of boob or ass, but then, he was a man, after all.

Humming a happy tune under his breath, Arnie set about uncrating this new shipment. Rocky had given him the keys, so soon the lids were open and he could see the two women lying in the crates in their hogties. Both wiggled nicely and tried to look up at him. He smiled. These were damned nice looking babes, he told himself. But then the boss don’t deal with losers. No, sir, no fatties, no uglies and no dames what ain’t damned near perfect. Lifting the older woman out of the crate reminded him that he should go on a diet. Or get some exercise. She weren’t all that heavy, after all, but he grunted as he lifted her.

The second one was lighter, but then she was much younger.

He left them lying on the floor while he dragged the crates back to the garage. They would undoubtedly be used again. When he returned, he found the two of them had wiggled closer together across the floor, almost touching.

have none of that now,” he told them as he dragged the older one over to the corner. Not that she was all that old, he told himself. Fine figure and still pretty nice curves.

the safe side, Arnie took a length of chain from a peg and picked up a padlock for it. The younger woman shook her head but was unable to stop him from looping the chain around her slender neck and locking it. Since he

and allowed her to unfold. He pulled her up to a sitting position leaning against the wall and unbuckled the gag. The anger in her eyes abated a bit when the ball came out of her mouth. She moved her jaw some to ease the muscles. She did not, however, immediate yell at him as

do,” he informed. “The Boss won’t like

because she did not seem put out by his reply. “What do you plan to do with us?”

you here until the Boss, he calls for you.

believe him. His cheap clothing and harsh features made him look like a construction worker gone to fat. His hands were big and she could feel the strength in them when he

sex,” he told her. “Well, you don’t have to worry: I won’t do that. ’Course, I wouldn’t mind

at her step-daughter across the room. “You won’t hurt her, will you?” she asked,

hurt her. Not if she cooperates

is my step-daughter,” she said

is she?” he asked. “She

week. Look, if you let us go, I’ll see that you get a lot

the Boss finds out I did that. No, sir, I ain’t gonna do that. I get paid plenty. Couple more years and I’ll find some nice little house on a lake and spend the rest of my life fishing. Every day I’ll go out in my own boat and fish. I been

enough money to retire right now,” she

her bound feet. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. The blade shone brightly in the overhead

ankles. He talked as he untied the rope. “Now don’t you go trying to kick me or nothing like that. Other dames tried that, but it ain’t done none of them any good. Now, then, the Boss says I have to keep you restrained.” He pronounced the word as if he had memorized it. “But he don’t say how I got to do that. I can chain you up so

peg. Then he took her arms and helped her up to her feet. She was unsteady on legs that had been bound in a hogtie for a few hours, but was held up by his strong hands. As he led her out of the room, she looked back at Melinda on the floor and wondered if she

She heard his knife click open and leaned her forehead against the walls, trembling with fear. But he did nothing with the knife. Actually, he had folded it and put it away again.

So the rope was unknotted and taken off. Immediately he looped it around her wrists but side by side this time. They were corded tightly together, cinched down and knotted firmly. A second piece of rope was then looped around her upper arms just above the elbows. As he pulled that rope, her elbows came closer until they were touching. He wrapped the rope

knees. The short dress she was wearing did not get in the way because if came only half way down to the knees. Then he stood and pulled out the knife. This time he left it open, the sharp blade holding her attention as he brought it near her breasts. The party dress had only thin straps over the shoulders, and it was very easy to cut through them. Then he pulled the dress down, exposing her very flimsy bra and a

that her panties matched the bra, both black and lacy and very small. She was shaking as he brought the knife backup to the bra strap.

you,” he told her as he cut the bra strap and then simply cut the middle of the bra without bothering to try to unhook it in back. The breasts stood up nice and firm, giving lie to her actual age of thirty-five. Arnie smiled. This was the best job he ever had. Good money, and good looking women to work with. He sliced through the

was the first time it was against her will. The urge to cover herself was strong but prevented by the ropes. A tiny part of her mind wondered why he had tied her

checked a few settings and then began photographing her, full shots, close ups and from every side.

later, he put the camera down and

are you taking my picture?” she asked, unable to keep the anger out of her voice. “You going to use me for

‘glamour’ shots.

raced down her spine. A buyer? What

as you can get selling me,”

honey. Boss would kill

away. That little