Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 5: A Shower and Breakfast but no Freedom

Late that morning, Arnie had come into the bedroom, flipped on the light and announced “up and at ’em.” He was not greeted warmly.

Before falling asleep earlier that morning, Darlene had talked to Melinda, apologizing for the situation they were in, telling her that she should take heart, that they would be rescued - although she failed to identify who was going to do it or when. Melinda, having had the gag left in as a punishment for her struggles, did not reply. In the darkness, after Darlene had run out of encouraging words to say, she heard her daughter crying and felt like doing the same herself.

Both of them blinked at the sudden light. “Please,” moaned Darlene, “get these ropes off. I can’t feel my hands. I hurt all over.”

Arnie, in cheerful spirits, lifted Melinda’s chin so he could look her in the eyes, and said, “You have a nice little sleep? Oh, my, it looks like you been crying. Now, before I give you breakfast, you want to promise that if I take the gag out, you’ll be quiet and not make no fuss?”

Melinda, who had actually gotten very little sleep, what with the pains from the tight ropes and all, plus terribly aching jaw muscles from having that rubber ball crammed into her mouth all night, nodded. To get that damned gag out, she probably would have promised anything, even her first born - should there ever be one.

Arnie grunted and unstrapped the gag. He had to pull it out of her mouth; it was stuck. She moaned for a while, but even when her jaw stopped aching terribly, she said not a word. This young woman was so very scared that she was in almost constant fear.

Arnie began untying the ropes that were holding Melinda down to the bed frame. He took his time, carefully untying each knot, then coiling up the rope and putting it on a peg on the wall. When he had all the ropes gone save for those holding her arms together behind her back, he brought out a pair of handcuffs and locked them on her wrists and another pair on her ankles. Only then did he remove the rest of the ropes. There were deep indentations and redness where the ropes had dug into her flesh. From her moaning, he could tell she was feeling the torment of returning circulation. Arnie was something of an expert at this binding of females. Tight enough to hurt, to be absolutely secure and escape-proof, but not so tight as to cause permanent damage.

Darlene’s ropes were removed next, accompanied by the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. She whined as her hands came back to life and some tears rolled down her cheeks. He waited patiently until he thought they had recovered enough to walk, then grabbed a bare arm on each and bid them follow him from the room.

Walking on ankles joined by normal handcuffs was hard. The short chain between them allowed for only very short steps and the hard metal snubbed the ankles with each one. It took them a while to learn how to walk without hurting themselves.

bathroom, save for one ring screwed into a wall near the door. There was a short chain and a padlock sitting on the counter. It took only a few seconds for him to circle Melinda’s neck with the chain and lock her to the wall. She could stand there, but not move her neck

to her. He turned on the water. The nozzle blasted cold water onto her. She cried out and would have fallen from her reaction to the icy water had not Arnie expected that and held her arm. He adjusted the water until the

not going to do that, are

want to be clean,

to be touched

and face. He was gentle about it, and made sure she closed eyes so as not to get soap in them. Then he began working down her body, soaping then rinsing. As he massaged her breasts considerably more than needed to assure their cleanliness, he commented, “Now don’t that feel good? ’Course it does. I used to wash my

was finished with her feet, he turned off the water

his groping, especially when he got drunk. She

without orders. She knew that this man would want her chained

her body and set it down in the tub. “Why can’t you just unlock my hands and let me do it?” she demanded.

you deny an old man a few simple pleasures?” he said. “Just a little

over her nudity, evoking a cry of distress. But the water resumed its former temperature, and quickly enough Melinda was having the first bathing done for her since she was a baby. She did not like it then, and she did not like it now. After several protests, including choice words that a young lady should not know, he finally told her, “Shut up, or I’ll shove this soap in your mouth and tie it in. Make for a good gag for a foul mouth

must have thought he would do it, because she shut up. But she still made it obvious she

It might have worked, but for the fact he was expecting it and caught her ankle in one strong hand. He then pulled her leg around and put the ankle down on the metal bar across the foot of the bed. Reaching down with

try to kick me, too?”

I’m hungry. You said you would feed