Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado

Both the girls were surprised to feel rather refreshed when the light burst into their slumber. They were unstrapped and marched to the shower room where they found the bowls filled with oatmeal. The knelt and ate. It was good to eat, even if rather unappetizing cold oatmeal. When they finished with the food and water, the one thought on their minds was what would happen to them that day. More torture? Long, lonely hours spent in restraints? Maybe they would simply be locked in small jail-like cells and left all day until their Master wished to have sex again.

Melinda, for her part, was of mixed feelings. She hated the harsh treatment they were forced to endure, especially having her arms taped behind her back for so long. They were starting into the third day of that form of restraint and had to wonder just how long their Master would leave them like that. In a strange way, Melinda was becoming used to her arms being denied her. She would never admit it, but she found this way of being restrained more comfortable than most of what had been done to them in the holding house before they were shipped to England.

Darlene, on the other hand, was finding it difficult to cope with her taped arms. Her shoulders ached, and there were times when she lost feeling in her fingers or even the whole hand.

During the cold water shower, she endured the cold water to stand next to Melinda and talk. “I’m sorry about what he did to you,” she said.

Melinda snorted. “He was a bastard!” she proclaimed.

Darlene carefully worded her next question. “Was it… pleasant?”

Melinda stared at Darlene as the water began changing from cold to hot. “It was terrible! It hurt me. I did not want it to happen.” For a while she said nothing more. The grimace of hatred slowly faded from her face as the warm water beat down on her. With a sad little smile, she whispered, “But it was good.”

The older woman did not hear that part. She was lost in her own thoughts, a mixture of sadness tinged with envy. When their Master had mounted Melinda, she could not avoid seeing his strong, hard male body. She remembered the feel of a hard male body against her body when she was younger. She could not remove her eyes from that male rod sticking out before him as he approached Melinda. Her mind did not want to, but all she could think of was what that rod would feel like inside her vagina. She loved her husband, but he was ten years older than her and had declined from the handsome, virile male she fell in love with and married. Now his businesses took more of his attention than his still sexy wife. Lovemaking was still good but… Well, it did not happen nearly as much as she would like. A terrible ache had filled her body the prior night as she hung by her feet.

slaves, property of Master Reggie, she thought. Would she be thrown on his bed and screwed as Melinda had been? Or would their Master only

soon afterwards the door opened and Angus ordered them to march. The destination this time was that room where he had dressed them with the high shoes they still wore. As they walked

waterproof. The Master likes his girls wearing high

time. My feet are aching from being forced into that arch since last night. Please, can’t

here. But remember the rules you were told? No speaking

turned her eyes down to the

But don’t push it.” He was positioning Melinda into a corner of the room as he spoke. There was a ring set into the wall and a chain hanging down from it with an open padlock hanging through the last link. He took the chain, removed the padlock, and then looped the end around Melinda’s neck. When he clicked the padlock shut, the chain was snug and totally impossible to remove over her head even

to her and then turned her around so she faced the wall. With a pocketknife, he began working at the end of the tape on her arms. Melinda’s heart sped up. The

removed, Melinda went to bring her arms around in front of her but immediately cried out in pain. Her shoulders hurt. She had to let her arms slowly lower to her sides. They tingled and felt strange, but mostly the muscles were stiff from the enforced position. There were tears in her eyes when she could finally lift her hands up to where she could see

“Your arms will be okay,” he told her. “I’ve seen slaves wear the tape for a week and have no

at the same time. She enjoyed the freedom of having hands again,

her only a minute to enjoy it, and then he was pulling

don’t tie me!” she begged. “I’m chained by

were ignored and the rope was soon looping around her wrists. When they were tightly bound together, palm facing palm, the rope was extended upward and began looping around her arms just above the elbows. He pulled them together and wrapped the rope tightly, then cinched it down and knotted it firmly with three knots. Melinda was one of the fortunate women who was very flexible and could easily be bound with elbows touching. When her arms were bound behind her, he unlocked the chain and bid her sit down. “And stay there, lass,” he

was crying. The joints and muscles were so stiff as to not really want to work properly. The pain eased up as she forced them to move, but for her it was an unpleasant experience. He gave her a lot longer to restore her arms to use, but then gathered them behind