Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 7: Being Packed

First, Mrs. Fisher was picked up and carried to the garage. There, she was set down on a table. There was only a single light bulb in the ceiling, so she could not see what Arnie was doing in the shadows until he rolled a cart into the light. Then she gasped, for on the cart was a coffin!

A cold chill raced down her spine and she began to twist her hands in an effort to pull them out of the ropes. Of course, the ropes held her tightly.

“Oh… Please…. No…” she stammered, eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, don’t worry so. You’ ain’t going be dead. Just sort of pretending to be dead.” He chuckled. “This is about the best way to get a body past airport inspectors and such. They don’t really want to open coffins if the paperwork’s okay. The Boss says he’s done it many times.”

It was a relief to not know that she would be killed first, but still she was very nervous. “How will I breathe in there?” she asked.

“Don’t worry. You’re worth too much to let that happen. There’ll be oxygen bottles in there with you. Be kind of interesting, tho’, being locked in a coffin and all. I hear tell it’s totally dark in there. And, of course, you won’t be able to move much. Probably best if you try to sleep.”

As he was talking, he was also bringing out some additional items from a cardboard box. He put those on the table next to the bound woman.

“Okay, first we gotta gag you. The coffin is pretty soundproof but the Boss says to add a gag. Open your mouth.”

Darlene saw the large sponge in his hand and clamped her lips shut.

It’s going to

still kept her

simply reached down with a free hand and took her nipple, already rigid with fear, between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. He also made sure that his fingernails were digging into the soft flesh there. Darlene cried out at the sudden pain and tried

simply hurt you until you don’t want to be hurt no more.

mouth and accepted the sponge, although not with good grace. It

your teeth together,”

the sponge was not hard

her. “Makes this easier for

with a safety pin. Darlene was telling herself that this was not as bad as it could be – at least, not compared to those ball gags that had been used on her. But then Arnie lifted a roll of silver-gray duct tape and began wrapping

He picked her up and then set her down inside the coffin. At first she refused to lie down but his superior strength forced her down onto her back. Before she knew it, there was a nylon strap around her neck, pinning her head flat down at the end of the coffin. She tried to push his hands away, but he again showed her how easy it was for him to hurt her already tender nipple, so she forced herself not to

body, one above her breasts, one below and another at the narrowest part of her waist. They were pulled tightly, forcing her flat against the bottom of the coffin. Each arm was strapped down to the side and bottom. Straps went around her wrists, above and below her elbows. When that part was finished, the top half of her body was immobile. Only then did he untie the ropes from her legs, immediately replacing them with straps at mid-thigh, above and below the knees and again at the ankles. Those straps not only held her legs down to the bottom, but also clenched

in there, but the noises she could make were not very loud, nor

the coffin jerk and the light was moving out of her vision. When he halted the coffin, all she could see was part of a wall

against the straps. She pulled and tugged but the held fast. She tried to reach back with her fingers to where

still struggling uselessly when she heard Melinda cursing colorfully as she was carried, still hogtied, into the garage. She could not see but could follow what was happening by the sounds. Melinda was set on the table. Then the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was removed. But her arms were left bound behind her with the

set down into the coffin. She even heard the cart wheels slide against the concrete. Then there came a loud slap sound. For a second there was silence, but Melinda quickly recovered

before doing anything with her arms. If nothing else, Melinda was colorful in her description of Arnie’s past, dirty sexual habits