Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 21: Nasty Trick

Reggie had not been keeping count. He was too absorbed in watching this lovely girl’s reactions to the pain. Angus did, and the count was twenty-two when the Master stopped the whipping. He turned his attention to Darlene, standing only a couple feet away. Her eyes were closed and her face a mask reflecting the inner pain Melinda’s suffering had created. She was not looking, but she sensed that he was now standing directly behind her. She braced herself for the pain.

When it came, it was far worse than she could ever have expected. She cried out and jerked, just as Melinda had done, and just as any woman would. It was a terrible burst of pain, worse even than the labor pains of childbirth. She fought to get her toes back on the concrete, and when the next stroke came she managed to keep them in contact with the floor. She lifted up on them a little more but did not jerk so much as to hang by her neck.

She was crying between the screams she could not keep in. After the tenth vivid welt had been applied, he stopped whipping her. Turning back to Melinda, he told her, “Stick your breasts out. Way out. Come on, you can do better than that.”

Melinda did not want to present her breasts for the whip. But the rope held her in place and there was nothing she could do. He would whip her breasts whether she offered them to him or not. And – perhaps – he would whip them a little less if she cooperated. She thrust her chest out and closed her eyes.

They opened wide with the shock of pain where she did not expect it. “Arrrggghhh!” she cried even with the rope again tightened around her neck. For a second, she hung by her neck, her legs kicking out, face darkening and mouth wide open. Her feet eventually found the floor again and she struggled to loosen the rope enough to get air in.

brought up the whip between her legs, striking squarely against her sex. He knew just how to do it so that the most sensitive nerves would bear the brunt of the impact and

It was even more than she would even have thought possible. The shock of it ran right up into her body, making her almost sick to her stomach from the

her legs apart while trying to keep on her toes and not hang by the neck. When she could no longer spread her legs wider and the rope was so tight she had trouble breathing, he nodded to her. The rope was pulling up so hard that her head was tilted to one

whip back, ready to snap it forward and up into her exposed sex. Darlene’s eyes were locked on his. A terrible, wordless

of her own pain and in disbelief as this man prepared to whip Darlene between the legs. She wanted to say something, anything

by a gasping scream. The scream died quickly, however,

being called. Quickly he slashed the rope with a knife and grabbed the woman before she fell to the floor.

strong woman.” He tossed the whip into the box. “I’ll be right back. You stay put.”

could not stop the tears totally. Alone in the torture room, she twisted her arms and body as hard as she could, trying to pull her