Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 23: Saved
Angus stood there, arms crossed on his chest, a fierce scowl on his face.
Susan, breathing heavily, turned to face her husband. Anger flared in her eyes before she closed them. Taking a deep breath,
she composed herself, forcing the wonderfully intense enjoyment to flee. Replacing it, the woman with the whip in her hand
became submissive. She lowered the whip, opened her eyes but kept them turned down, away from Angus, and said a quiet,
“Yes, sir.”
Angus firmly took her by the arm and led her from the room, leaving behind him two weeping women.
Eventually he came back. He removed the straps from the two women, allowed them to stand and stretch the stiffness out of the
muscles. He said nothing about his wife’s actions and they dared not bring up the subject themselves. Instead, they meekly
walked as he directed to the room where the showers were. On the floor were four bowls, two filled with food and two with water.
Angus pushed each woman into the room but said nothing. This was obviously their dinner and both were hungry, having eaten
nothing since that morning. Darlene immediately went over and knelt down, grimacing as the movement stretched the whipped
skin and produced fresh pain. Melinda followed. Both of them ate quickly, the lesson of limited eating time having been learned
that morning. They drank gladly of the water, not even noticing how much like a pair of bitches they looked.
When the meal was finished, they both looked up to Angus. Would he now turn on the showers? Would he force a cold water
shower upon them? And how would the stinging water feel against their abused flesh when it turned hot?
They found out. He backed out of the room, closed the door, and a second later the cold water was lancing down upon them.
Darlene retreated to one corner where she tried to squat down to avoid the strongest of the water sprays. Melinda stood in the
middle of room, spread her legs and defiantly lifted her face to the shower. After a few minutes the water turned warm then hot,
and Darlene joined her in letting the water sooth their bodies. There was a sting where the streams hit the sore skin, and when it
turned hot it reminded them of how burning those whip strokes had been when first delivered.
The water stopped. For a while they looked to the door, expecting to see Angus, and perhaps Susan, come in with towels to dry
them off. It did not happen. Instead there was a small rumble and then whoosh, and air was moving over them. The air quickly
became warm and stayed that way. Instead of a toweling, they were being blown dry by air coming in through one of the ceiling
vents and exiting through another.
This went on for several minutes, enough to dry their bodies and almost dry their long hair before it ceased. Then the door
opened and Angus came in to usher them out and to another room. This one was adjacent to the bench room and appeared to

be a dressing room. There were dressers and a large closet with sliding doors and boxes stacked around the walls. Angus
looked at the two of them, and then went to the closet to select a pair of high heel shoes. He had them sit on a chair as he fitted
each with a pair of specially made high heels. First off, they were very thin, very tall heels of the kind called stilettos. They were
open-toed and had an extension on the back of the shoes that went all the way up to the ankles. There, a thin strap was
fastened around the ankle and locked with a tiny gold colored lock. As soon as Darlene’s were on, he bid her stand and walk to
the corner while he placed a pair on Melinda. Darlene did so, but found that walking on heels that were at least five inches tall
was like walking on your toes. Her steps were unsteady as she tried to adjust to them, but she did not fall down.
Melinda frowned but said nothing as the shoes were placed upon her feet. She stood when ordered to and found it was not easy
to balance.
As she was taking her first couple steps, Darlene asked quietly, “Angus, sir, will our arms always be taped like this?”
“You’ll not be taped forever, dear. Just until the Master feels like binding your arms some other way.”
“Oh...” was all she could reply. Everything in that place seemed to run according to the wishes of the Master.
“Come on now. You are to await the Master’s pleasure.”
Melinda did not like the sound of that. Her Master’s pleasure might well be either sex forced upon her or a new form of torture.
So far he had shown only an interest in whipping them. Hell, maybe he was gay! thought Melinda. Maybe girls were not his cup
of tea. That bastard!
They were ordered along the corridor and then up a flight of stairs. Angus allowed them to proceed at their own rate, each step
being taken carefully, especially on the stairs. Without hands, it would be very easy to lose balance and fall.
Upstairs, they were led to the room where they had been taken before. There was a fire burning nicely in the hearth. A couple
lights were on and the room seemed warm and cheerful, at least compared to their downstairs accommodations. They were
pushed along until they were standing before the fire. The heat of it was comforting against their bare skin. Except where
Melinda’s breasts bore swollen ridges of flesh from the whipping. They hurt.