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.

dragged the older one over to the corner. Not that she was all that old, he told himself.

woman shook her head but was unable to stop him from looping the chain around her slender

other one he untied the rope connecting her feet to her hands, 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 many did. Instead, she looked him right in the eyes and

trouble if I do,” he informed. “The Boss

answer because she did not seem put out by his

just keep you here until the Boss, he calls

as if she did not 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

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

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

I won’t hurt her. Not if she cooperates and don’t try something stupid.

my step-daughter,” she said

he asked.

let us go, I’ll

a lake 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

give you enough money to

bound feet. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open.

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. 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 you’re all comfortable and like that. Or I can tie you damned tight

coiled up. 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

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, he had folded it and put it away again.

cinched down and knotted firmly. A second piece of rope was then looped

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

and lacy and very small. She was shaking as he brought the knife

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 panties at both sides, and then pulled them through her

patch of hair, lady,” he commented. Darlene said nothing. She had been naked before a number of men, but this was the first time it was against her will. The urge to cover herself was strong but prevented by the

digital camera lay on a table. He turned it on, checked a few settings and then began photographing her, full shots, close ups

he put the camera down and told her, “You’ll look very nice in

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

they call ‘glamour’ shots. But the Boss, he wants this

down her spine. A buyer? What the hell was this? She was going to be

money as you can get selling me,” she tried.

honey. Boss would kill

to go far away. That little cabin