Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 8: Welcome to England

The first leg of the journey was by a small truck. The coffins containing both Darlene and Melinda were picked up and loaded into a truck bearing the legend “Oscar’s Frozen Fish” on the outside. They were then driven to a mortuary where they were transferred to two hearses to be driven to the airport. They were loaded onto a chartered jet after only a quick inspection, and airborne only thirty-five minutes after leaving the safe house.

The jet, a Gulfstream 550, had a range of 6,670 miles and could make the hop over the Atlantic easily. Cruising at 35,000 feet and 550 miles per hour, they made the crossing in just over six hours. Once airborne, the coffins were opened and the oxygen bottles were changed for fresh. They prisoners were not, however, allowed out of their coffins. As the jet descended for Heathrow, the lids were screwed back on and once again the two naked women were in total darkness.

The inspection by custom officials was brief. Great care had been taken to assure the paperwork was all correct. A large cash bribe was prepared but not needed, as the customs people simply checked the paperwork stating that a mother and daughter who had died in an auto crash in the US were being returned home for burial.

The coffins were loaded onto hearses and driven off into the big city. Twenty minutes later they were being transferred to another truck for the trip to their final destination.

they were driven southwest on the M3, and were soon passing through the beautiful countryside of the County of Hampshire. On the eighty-mile drive, the coffin lids were again unscrewed to provide fresh air. Both women whined and pleaded pitifully through their gags to be let up, but were ignored. The man in charge of them

and headed west on the M37 into the New Forest. It was beautiful country and the women would surely have enjoyed the scenery, had they been able to see it. They left the main road and were soon entering a private driveway near the quaint old village of Emery Down. They paused at a wrought iron gate, identified themselves to an intercom, then

surrounded on three sides by national forest, which meant the only neighbors were distant from the estate. The car drove passed the main house, around to the back where the garage was. The women did not have a chance to see the ancient brick, two story building, with all its

gardener noted the truck pulling into the garage, frowned a little, then went back

been need at times of a place to keep political prisoners and

large room. The lids were removed to display the contents, and then the two men waited. No longer were the women being poked and prodded, but out of the heated air of the truck they were growing cold as the air touched their bare skin. The wait was not long, for Sir Sedgewick was anxious to see his latest acquisition. The old chap came hurrying down the stairs from the kitchen and immediately went up to the first coffin. Darlene lay there, looking very worn and tired from the long trip. She was moaning softly through her

even better than he had expected. Two quite lovely ladies

“Put them in the cells but make sure you allow them no freedom.