Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table

It was then Melinda’s turn. As soon as the rope was pulled off, she squatted and grunted. As the egg came out, she seemed very relieved. There was no question that she hated the little monster.

Without being told to, Susan fetched a pair of scissors and began cutting the blouses off. Since the sleeves were short and not covered by the top of the duct tape, she did not have to cut the material there. In a couple of minutes, the expensive white satin blouses were a pile of cut cloth lying on the floor. All that was left to cover the modesty of the girls was a pair of tall boots and some tape. They were both showing signs of goose bumps from the cold.

“Come along, sweeties,” Susan told them and opened one of the doors.

Without the Shock Egg, as it was rightly called, fighting might have been possible. At least, that was the idea that flashed through Melinda’s mind. She could kick out with that booted foot and hope to disable the man with a good, solid blow to his most sensitive part. That should put him out of action for a bit. Then maybe they could overpower this Susan. Tricky, what with their arms being useless behind them, but just maybe…

“Don’t try it,” came a maddeningly casual voice from behind her. “We are both experts at unarmed combat. You could never succeed, and then we would have to punish you.”

“He means more than we already will,” Susan cheerfully chipped in.

were obviously ready and on guard.

was a metal door. Behind that was a room totally different from the one where they had given up their eggs. This one had wood paneled walls, carpet on the floor and what appeared to be four beds or at least benches. Each was covered with padded leather and about two feet wide by seven feet long. The carpet was

picked up a short length of double red wire. One end was split and each wire stripped bare while the other end had a jack. She placed the bare wires against Darlene’s left nipple, one on each side, and taped

the wires but had a terrible

lie down on her stomach, with help from Susan. The red and black wires were then plugged into holes on each of the benches. Still humming happily, she then bound Darlene’s booted ankles together with rope. Next came the straps. Each set of straps was just long enough to come up and over the bench and occupant. There was a buckle on each so they could be secured and tightened down as much as desired. Straps went over her back at the level of her upper arms, over her waist, her legs just

they found out when they tried to struggle, held their arms such that could not twist them or try to pull them apart. Had their fingers not been useless under those tight tape windings, they might have been able to work at the buckles, at least the ones on their backs and waists. But that was not to

those nice, bare asses,” Susan pointed out. “Perfectly positioned for whipping. Can I?

wishes new slaves to be left unmarked until he is ready to give

before morning if I use a strap instead

“No.”

she looked so much like an innocent pixie.