Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 3: Smile for the Birdie

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.

now,” he told them as he dragged the older one over to the corner. Not that she was all that

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 had run the chain through one of the rings first, she was now secured to the wall. Crawling around

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

if I do,” he informed.

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

you here until the Boss, he calls for you. Don’t worry, I

made him look like a construction worker gone to fat. His hands were

woman’s mind is being forced to have sex,” he told her. “Well, you don’t have to worry: I won’t do that. ’Course, I wouldn’t mind that so much, you’re a

at her step-daughter

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

is my

asked.

Look, if you let us go, I’ll

if 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

enough money to retire

flicked it open.

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.

rope was off her feet and being 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 she would

walls, trembling with fear. But he did nothing with the knife. Actually, he had folded it and put it away again. Arnie knew that if she thought the knife was still in his hand she would be afraid. He used to carry a gun and show that to the women, but a

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 several times,

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

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

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

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 ropes. A tiny part of her mind wondered why he

turned it on, checked a few

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

are you taking my picture?” she asked, unable to keep the anger out of her voice.

honey. More what they call ‘glamour’ shots. But the Boss, he wants this to find

A buyer? What the hell was

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

honey.

to go far away. That

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