Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 18: The First Morning
Both of the captive women awoke before anyone came for them. Nothing had changed with respect to their restrictions and the
room was still totally black. Darlene could tell that Melinda was awake by the tiny sounds of her yet again testing the straps
holding them down. Forgetting the lesson of the night before, she began to speak. No sooner had the sound of her voice begun
than the dark room was pierced by two loud cries. “Don’t...” Melinda began to admonish her, but her first word set off the
electrical charges again and she clamped her mouth shut.
The tingling strong shocks ceased.
They lay there in the darkness and silence, save for the sound of their breathing, and wondered what would happen to them
next. Darlene, for her part, was actually surprised that at least one them had not been taken to Reggie’s bedroom. Darlene could
understand if it were Melinda who would be taken first. She prettier, and eighteen years younger, even though Darlene was still a
very attractive woman with a fine body. Time, aided by a lot of tennis and healthful eating, had been kind to her. Having had only
one child had helped too.
But they had only been strapped down to those benches and left that way all night. They could not share feelings, but both would
have complained that they were hungry and had to go to the bathroom – really badly.
Eventually, the light sprang into blinding intensity and the door opened. As their eyes became accustom to the overhead light
bulb, they could see Angus standing there, hands on hips, looking down at their nearly naked bodies.
With hesitation, Darlene meekly asked, “Please... I have to go.”
There was no shock, so the device must have been switched off.
“I’m sure you do, darling, I’m sure you do. And you’ll get your chance right soon.”
He began unbuckling straps from Darleen. With the final leather straps off, he helped her up to a sitting position. He left her arms
taped behind her but untied the ropes from around her booted feet. Standing her on her feet, he turned her towards the door and
pointed. “First door on the left,” he said. Nothing more was needed; she knew what was behind that door. On wobbling legs she
set off.
Angus watched her walk through the door then turned his attention to the teenager. “An’ I’ll suppose you’ll be wanting to use the
loo also?”

“Go to hell,” she told him. There was some heat in her voice but not as much as there had been right after her kidnapping. Days
of being in harsh restraints had toned it down, but the hatred inside had not diminished. Had she not been bound with tape, rope
and straps, she would gladly have stood upon that bench and relieved her bladder all over this grinning male.
Instead, she held her tongue while he removed the straps. When the rope was removed from her ankles, she stood and, on
unsteady high heels, walked away from him. She really needed to visit the facilities that he referred to as the “loo” but she tried
not to show her urgency.
When she reached the loo, Darlene was trying to flush the toilet with her taped together arms and having little success. Melinda
walked up, lifted a boot and pushed down the lever with that. Darlene stood back to allow Melinda to sit down.
“There’s toilet paper,” she began, “but with my arms taped...”
Melinda said nothing. She was busy with what she was doing. Darlene sighed and walked out to where Angus was standing and
grinning at their discomfort at having to perform bodily functions in the presence of a man.
“Are we going to get some breakfast?” she asked him, both because of the hunger in her and a desire to draw his attention away
from watching Melinda sitting there. He seemed to find it amusing that Melinda was glaring daggers at him as she did what she
had to do.
“Now, lass, I’m a reasonable man,” he began, “and you can speak to me all you want. But, since you two are slaves, I think
perhaps you should get in the habit of not speaking unless told to. The Master will expect that. An’ me little Susan will, also.
She’s always looking for reasons to punish a slave. A word to the wise.”
There came the sound of the toilet flushing, followed by Melinda’s emergence into the waiting room.
“Feed us.”
It was a command not a request from Melinda’s firm lips.
“Now, lass, you’ll be understanding soon enough the rules of your new life. You should no be talkin’ ’less you’re talked to.”
“You can screw this whole new life thing,” she spat at him. “When my father finds us, you’ll be singing a different tune. He’ll have
police all over this place. He’s very rich and powerful. If he has to, he’ll hire some mercenaries and kick your asses. You and
Susan and ‘Master Reggie’!”

“Aye, lass, and how’s your daddy gonna find you?”