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.

corner. Not that she was all that

woman shook her head but was unable to stop him from looping

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

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

had expected no other answer because she did not seem put out by his reply. “What do you plan to do

here until the Boss, he calls for

harsh features made him look like a construction worker gone to fat.

her. “Well, you don’t have to worry: I won’t do that. ’Course, I wouldn’t

believe him, but hoped she was wrong. She looked over at her step-daughter across the room. “You won’t hurt her,

she cooperates and don’t try something stupid. She related to

is my step-daughter,” she said

is she?” he asked. “She looks very

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

and spend the rest of my life fishing. Every day I’ll go out in my own boat and fish. I been saving my money for that. The Boss, he’s

money to

knife from his pocket and flicked it open. The

his pocket. Then his fingers began tugging at the knots holding the rope around her 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.

He rose and put it on a 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

by a white cloth. Arnie turned her around so that she was pushed up against the wall in one corner. Then he told her to stand still. She heard his knife click open and leaned her forehead against the walls, trembling with fear. But he did nothing with the knife. Actually,

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 several times, cinched it and knotted it. Then he turned her around and positioned her in the center

he wanted. The elbows bound together behind her forced her breasts to stand out very nicely. Kneeling, he bound her ankles together, then her legs above the 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

She was shaking as he brought the knife backup to the bra strap. “Please don’t,” she said so quietly it was almost

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

The urge to cover herself was strong but prevented by the ropes. A tiny part of her mind wondered why he had tied her legs together if having sex with her was his intention. Was he telling the truth about

her nudity, enjoyed it very much, and then went to the other side of the room were a digital camera lay on a table. He turned it on, checked a few settings and then began photographing her, full shots, close ups and from every side. He even paused

down and told

she asked, unable to keep the anger out of her voice.

More what they call ‘glamour’ shots. But the Boss,

chill raced down her spine. A buyer? What the hell

give you as much money as you can get

it, honey. Boss would

away.