Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob

A couple of days later the phone call he expected came, but at a most inopportune moment for Arnie. He had talked Darlene into giving him what, in the vernacular, was termed a “blowjob”. In exchange, his prisoners were to get better food and more comfortable restraints. Darlene agreed mostly because she thought that she might gain some kind of an advantage if she sexually satisfied him. Actually, she would have agreed to spread her legs for him if it came down to that. Once a man has plunged his tool into a woman, she usually has some degree of power over him. Arnie, however, was used to prisoners trying that old trick and, besides, he was under strict orders not to screw the merchandise.

Darlene was eagerly sliding her mouth up and down his shaft when the phone rang. Arnie uttered a curse, but pulled his so-so rod out of her mouth and stomped off to answer the phone. There was only one person who would be calling, and that was the Boss.

“How could you do that!” complained Melinda as soon as he was out of the room.

Melinda was lying on the floor, naked as usual and in a pretty tight hogtie. Darlene was kneeling before a chair, the one on which Arnie had been sitting a moment before. Her arms were bound behind her and her legs tied together. She sat back down on her heels and sighed.

“I’m trying to save us,” she told her Melinda.

“Yeah, sure. Like blowing him is going to get us free! You’re being stupid!”

“I do it for your father all the time.” She sighed again. “I certainly wish it was

believe you!” Melinda exclaimed. “We’re kidnapped, stripped naked and tied up so bad that it hurts. And

was

Christ! He tries to shove that thing in my mouth and I’ll

dear.

You should chomp down as hard as you can. While he’s screaming his head off and rolling around

voice from the doorway. “I got orders to keep you two in good condition. But was you to do that, I’d be mighty inclined to chop off a few parts of your body. Don’t think

her eyes, and tried to ignore the pain in her arms and

you two for shipment,” he continued. “But first, I think I’d like you

chair, and looked expectantly at Darlene. She sighed and rose to a kneeling position. His penis was no longer rigid, but it arose from the dead rapidly in the soft interior of her mouth. A few minutes and he

scoffing