Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 13: Preparation for a Journey

There was no morning sunrise, no rooster crowing, nothing to tell Darlene and Melinda that it was a new day except for the suddenly bright overhead lights stabbing them in the eyes. Darlene struggled up from an uneasy sleep filled with vaguely remembered nightmares, while Melinda had to awaken from a semi-conscious state that was not really sleep. She had not experienced any refreshing sleep all night, for each time she began to nod off, the chain locked around her neck became a rude reminder of her imprisonment and jerked her back to awareness. She moaned, and did not even bother to try to turn around when she heard the cell door opening behind her.

Darlene was unlocked first and helped to her feet so she could be led away to that room with all the bondage devices lining the walls. There, the single glove was unlaced from her arms, which had been in a slightly numb state for most of the night. She began crying when her arms were finally free, for it hurt her shoulders to even try to bring the arms around in front of her.

The two men doing the unbinding were rough in their handling of the nearly naked woman, but did not go out of their way to inflict additional pain upon her. When the corset was unlaced and finally taken off her, she gasped. Her internal organs had adapted to the repositioning forced upon them by the stiff corset, and now felt strange returning to normal. Her back ached from the enforced rigidity.

Without a word, her hands were gathered together in front of her and locked in handcuffs. Then she was led to a bathroom and told she could use the facilities – indeed, should – because she was about to embark on a long journey that would have few such luxuries. While she was attending to her morning absolutions, her daughter was brought in and the process of freeing her from the tight grip of the single glove and corset began. As with Darlene, a few tears trickled down her cheeks as her arms came forward and the circulation began returning to full operation. She was so fatigued from the sleepless night that she did not even bother to curse her captors for their rough handling of her body and the terrible night she had been forced to endure. Her hands were linked with handcuffs and she was pointed to the bathroom where Darlene was finishing what she could do to make herself feel better. The two of them exchanged a look in passing but spoke not a word.

other left the room. A short time later he returned with a tray of food. The women were led back to their cells where they were allowed to eat. The tray held English muffins, soft boiled eggs,

the road,” one of the men informed. The two women exchanged glances but still said nothing. Melinda wanted very badly to ask questions but held them back. Perhaps it was the admonition from Reggie the night before about talking without permission that held her tongue. Or maybe she was simply too busy

for them. Each was told to put on a white satin short sleeved blouse, which they gladly did as soon as their hands were freed of the cuffs. For the first time in a long while, their breasts were covered from the sight of strange men. Each was given a pair of gloves that extended up the arm almost to the shoulder. They were a tight fit, and when on, every bit of skin was covered by white cloth. Their hope for a skirt or slacks to go with the blouse was, however, dashed. Instead, each was told to stand up. Starting with Darlene, their arms were taped together behind their backs with duct tape. The forearms were placed parallel and together, and then taped tightly in that

Then one man knelt down and removed the high heel shoes. She sighed with relief when her foot no longer was forced to hold that arched position. The muscles there had been aching quite a bit, even when she

obeyed. She had told Melinda to obey and not give anyone reason to punish them, so now she had to set an example for Melinda. The man knelt down in front of her, and was handed a jar of cream and an egg-shaped oval of black plastic. The egg was about three

The other man handed him a length of rope, which he tied a small loop in one end. He put the rope around her waist, through that small loop, and then pulled it tight until it was cutting into her waist. The rope then went down in front, was positioned between the spread labia, under her, and back up through her ass cheeks to pass over the rope on her waist. It then made the return trip and was tied quite tightly in front, just above her belly button. This crotch rope, as the men called it, would serve two purposes. First, it would keep that egg inside her vagina; secondly,

through. The man pulled them back

corner. She did, but with a wary eye on the men. It was easy to see that Melinda had not liked what she saw done to Darlene and did not want an egg shoved into her. But would she resist? She allowed the high heels to be taken off and a look of relief swept over her youthful face. Standing in heels that tall all night was a strain on