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.

to the corner. Not that she was all that old, he told himself. Fine figure and still pretty nice curves. Sure would like

and picked up a padlock for it. The younger woman shook her head but was unable to stop him from looping the chain around

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

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

not seem put out by his reply.

calls for you.

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

he told her. “Well, you don’t have to worry: I

was wrong. She looked over at her step-daughter across the

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

is my step-daughter,” she said

is she?” he asked. “She

go, I’ll

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 saving my money for that. The Boss, he’s a nice guy. He says I can retire when I

money to

from his pocket and flicked it open. The blade shone brightly in the overhead

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.

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

fear. But he

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

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

both black and lacy and very small. She was shaking

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 panties at both sides, and

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 legs together if having sex

checked a few

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

asked, unable to keep the anger out

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

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

much money as you

it, honey.

to go far away. That little cabin

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