Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 24: Their Master’s Pleasure
“Kneel down, lassies,” Angus ordered them. He even went so far as to help Darlene down, because with the plush carpet and
those heels, she probably could not have performed the act herself. Darlene thanked him. Melinda scowled and said nothing
when he took her arm to help her down.
As soon as they were both kneeling and facing the fire, he told them sternly, “Stay like this. Do not stand up. Do not move. If
either of you do, you’ll get another whippin’. Yes, right on top the one from this morning. It would not feel good, I’m thinkin’.”
Then he left them.
Almost immediately, Melinda turned her head and looked around. They were alone in that room. The door had been closed by
Angus when he left. She had been sitting on her heels but rose up as far as she could and still be on her knees.
“There’s no one around,” she told Darlene in a whisper. “Maybe we could...”
“I don’t think so,” Darlene cautioned. “This seems to me to be a trap. Maybe they want us to try and then they’ll have another
reason to punish us.”
“Shit! They’ll punish us anyway. They don’t need a reason. Remember what Reggie said? ‘You are my property. I can do
anything I want to you.’ I think he really means it.”
For a minute, neither of them spoke. “Maybe our ‘Master’ was supposed to come in immediately,” Melinda said. “Maybe he has
been delayed. Maybe we’re not supposed to be left alone for more than a minute. And it’s been longer than that now.”
“And maybe this room is bugged. They might be listening to us. Maybe even watching us,” Darlene said.
“Shit! We have to do something!”
Melinda looked around again. Still no one showed. Melinda gave every appearance of being on the verge of rising to her feet
and fleeing.
“What would you do?” asked Darlene. “Run off into the forest with your arms taped behind you and these high heels on your feet.
We can’t get them off with those locks. You wouldn’t get very far.”
With a sigh, Melinda sat back on her heels. As much as she hated to admit it, Darlene was right. It was probably a trap, and if
not, it would still be a stupid move. She could see through the windows that it was dark outside and some rain was falling against

the glass. How far could she get in the dark and rain and secured in the condition she was? She forced herself to remain calm
and wait. But it was not easy.
While the two of them were awaiting their fate, someone else in the lodge was suffering. In the upstairs bedroom shared by the
staff, Susan was awaiting the return of her husband and hating every minute that he stayed away.
Angus loved her and she loved him. But he was a stern man and quite resolved in his belief that they must obey the Master at all
times. This included reining in Susan when she could not control her inner sadistic tendencies. This he did with punishments
when he felt them needed.
Susan was no longer wearing her catsuit. In fact, she was totally naked, save for some ropes binding her wrists and ankles
together. After the tying of her wrists and ankles, he had rolled her onto her stomach on the bed and looped a rope between her
arms and legs. That he passed through a large hook set solidly into the ceiling directly over the bed. When he pulled on the rope,
her wrists and ankles came closer together behind her, first into a hogtie and then, as he pulled more, into a suspended hogtie.
Her hands were pressed hard against her ankles. Her body was arched backwards as all her weight was taken by the ropes. It
was a most uncomfortable position for any woman to be tied into. After a while, the strain on the body would become quite
painful. A couple hours of that and she would be crying big tears onto the covers of their bed.
But this was not enough. Angus was very well acquainted with Susan’s moods and knew that he had to prevent her from
exercising too much freedom in the punishment of these two new girls. It was important that he make this clear to her. And the
best way, as he well knew from experience, was to hurt her. He would punish her the same as any girl that happened into the
Harcourt Lodge. When she had suffered enough, he would let her down, take her into his arms and comfort her. Then she would
behave – for a few days at least.
As she hung over the bed, moaning softly but not complaining even though she was not gagged, he once again looked at the old
scars covering her ass. Long before he had met her, a man had scored that tender young ass cruelly, the belt buckle he used
tearing the flesh and leaving scars that would never fade away. That was part of the reason he never, ever, punished her by
whipping her ass. Since there were two good looking women under their control now, he felt that something stronger was needed
to deter her from going overboard in the punishment of them. So he took a pair of alligator clips from the dresser and knelt on the
bed besides his hanging wife. The clips were the kind used for electrical work. Small, but with a strong spring and two jaws like
alligators lined with sharp little metal teeth.
Susan saw the first clip coming and gasped. But as the jaws opened and encircled her left nipple, she said nothing. She did,
however, cry out when the jaws closed in on her tender bud. She could feel the sharp pain where those teeth dug into her flesh.

She knew that the pain would not go away, and when they were taken off there would be tiny puncture marks and even a drop of
blood or two.
Other women might have begged and pleaded for him not to torture them so. Susan did not. He attached the other clip and
listened to her suppressed cry. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
He left her. He turned out the light, leaving her in darkness, and closed the door behind him. As she swayed slowly over the bed,
she was moaning. That was the only sound in the room save for the tapping of the rain upon the windows.
Angus went back down to feed the slaves and prepare them for the Master. He knew it would be a couple hours before he
returned to his bedroom. Susan would be crying. But she would also be a very submissive woman when he untied her and took
her into his arms. He might leave the clips on her nipples while he made love to her. His chest pressing against hers would hurt
her but also make her more excited. He loved the fucks right after he punished Susan. She was such a wildcat then!
Back in the den, two naked women waited. As time passed, they became more certain that they were being watched and this
was a trap. In fact, no one was watching them. Both the Master and Angus were very experienced and shrewd slave-owners and
keepers. They knew exactly would be going through the slave’s minds. They also knew that they would find both of them
kneeling obediently before the fire when the Master entered an hour later.
In some ways, new girls were so predictable.
Master Reggie entered, found them kneeling in place as he expected, and made a choice.
He ordered both to their feet and watched as they struggled to stand with no hands to help and those ridiculously high heels to
hinder. When they were standing, he ordered them to walk out of the room. The destination was his bedroom. It was upstairs,
which they climbed cautiously, and almost directly over the den below. It also had a fireplace of stone but without a fire going at
that time. His bed was large, covered with a very warm looking comforter of dark blue.
Without preamble, he ordered Darlene to sit on the hearth, and then bound her ankles together with rope. Extra rope was then
threaded through a ceiling ring, and he pulled until Darlene was forced to watch her feet rising before her until she was pulled off
the hearth and landed on the carpet. He continued to pull until she was suspended totally off the carpet, her feet near the ring,
and her head just above the level of the bed. Then he tied the rope off.
Melinda watched this, wondering what he was doing and if there was anything she could do about it. With her arms still taped
behind her back, she felt helpless. She might kick, but trying to do that while wearing those high heels would certainly mean a fall

to the floor. Then what? She did not know.
With Darlene hanging upside down and in plain view of the bed, Reggie removed his clothing. He was grinning as he stripped,
watching Melinda’s face all the while. She was frowning. He knew what was going through her mind. She knew that sexual
intercourse was about to be performed upon her body without her permission. She had already shown enough fight and spirit, so
he knew that she would fight him. This was fine with him. In fact, he would enjoy the fucking even more. With her arms taped
behind her, he could easily control her.
As he walked towards her, his erection on proud display, she backed up. The dresser soon halted her retreat and he was upon
her. Taking her in his strong arms, he pulled her towards the bed. She tried to kick him, but he expected it and easily blocked her
attempt. Then she found herself falling to the bed and lying on her bound arms with his weight on top of her. She struggled,
twisting, but when he was finally positioned as he wanted and pressed into her, he could fee that she was ready for him.
For a few moments, he was content to hold his position, buried deep within her sheath, feeling the tightness and warmth around
him. Then he began slowly moving his hips, withdrawing some, and then pushing in as deeply as possible. He was in no hurry
and built up the tempo very slowly.
Melinda was uttering little sounds of anger, but those slowly transformed to moans of pleasure as her female body responded as
it was programmed to. The heat within her sex rose. Nerves tingled and came alive in ways she did not want but could not avoid.
Before long, she was thrusting her hips against his as women have been doing since the beginning of time.
His sex was not huge. But it was above average in length and thickness. What was more important was the manner in which he
used it. He played this helpless female like a master would play a musical instrument. He soon had her wanting more of him and
begging for him to ram her harder and deeper. He did.
When they exploded, it was the girl first, followed by the Master who knew exactly what she was experiencing and allowed his
self control to ease off enough to gain his own pleasure. For a long time, they pressed hard against each other. Melinda moaned
as skyrockets went off in her mind and red-hot flames flowed over her.
Unnoticed by either of them, Darlene was also moaning as Melinda and her Master reached the most intense feelings two
people can share. She moaned loudly but not of pleasure. Nor was it emotional pain for what was being forced upon Melinda. It
was an agony of frustration that sounded in her voice.