Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 19: Eating Like a Dog

Chapter 19: Eating Like a Dog

Melinda had no answer to that question except for a snapped: “He will!”

Darlene nudged her with a taped elbow in a silent suggestion to be quiet.

“Oh, boy!” came a voice from across the room. “She’s going to be punished now!”

It was Susan. She was standing in the doorway, hands on hips and a vicious smile on her face. She was dressed in a black leather catsuit, laced up the front from crotch to neck. High heeled boots, not unlike those still worn by the two girls, were laced up to above her knees. She looked very ready for a hardy B&D session. Or, more likely, a really intense S&M session with the new girls.

Angus put a hand on Darlene’s shoulder and said in a whisper, “Told you so!” He was grinning while Darlene looked despondent and more than a little afraid. Melinda just glared at the black-clad intruder.

“Bring them along. I’ve their breakfast all ready,” Susan told Angus. His strong hands gripped two upper arms and pushed the girls towards Susan. They were led to another room on the same level, a room the walls of which were lined with tiles, as was the floor. That floor sloped slightly to one side where a large drain was. There was a short hose neatly coiled up on the floor by the door. Over their heads were four shower heads, pointing downward. There were no windows but there were vents in the ceiling. On the floor in the center of the room were two metal bowls containing a tan, lumpish something.

“Come over here,” Susan barked at Darlene. “Put your foot up on the wall. Now hold there.” With Darlene’s foot pressed against the wall, Susan began unlacing the boot. Angus bid Melinda to do the same. She frowned but complied. She would have rather stayed dressed in something, even if only leather boots, but this was obviously a shower room and she did want to be cleaned.

When both girls were bootless, Susan pointed to the two dog bowls on the floor and told them to get busy eating. They had five minutes only then the food would be taken away.

“How

Susan said, cheerfully. “Get down on your knees and

she saw the evil glow in Susan’s eyes. She knew instinctively that this woman

knees before one bowl.

running, and it’s a long ways

will, but Melinda took the few steps to the bowl and knelt

breakfast they call porridge. Well, they usually eat

But she did. Oatmeal had never been one of her favorite dishes, but she could eat it. But a bit of brown sugar would have improved

suddenly gasped loudly and jerked up. Standing directly behind her, with a smile on her face, was Susan, a riding crop in her hand. There was a red spot appearing on Melinda’s bare ass where

get eating. Angus is keeping the time and you haven’t much left to finish your

the riding crop visited her

is not a real whipping,” she was told. “Master will give you that. This is just to punish you for…” She paused to think of a

before her, leaning against the doorframe and holding a watch in his hand. He seemed to be enjoying the whole really stupid

“Time,” Angus called out.

of oatmeal before Melinda. Darlene

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