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.

They were both 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 torment and frustrate her?
The shower ended and the warm air began blowing over their dripping bodies, and 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 into the room, Darlene asked – without thinking – “Won’t the water ruin these shoes?”
“They’re treated to be waterproof. The Master likes his girls wearing high heels all the time.”
“All the time? But these are not comfortable. No woman wears high heels all the time. My feet are aching from being forced into
that arch since last night. Please, can’t we have them off? For a while, at least?”
“Sweetie, you’re new here. But remember the rules you were told? No speaking unless spoken to? If Susan were here, you
would be punished for that.”
Darlene turned her eyes down to the floor. “Sorry... Sir.”
“I’m not as sadistic as Susan. Or the Master, for that matter. 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 if she had hands free.
He set a coil of rope on the dresser next 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 tape was coming off! It would be glorious to see her
arms again!
With much tugging and some cutting, her pulled the tape off, slowly uncovering the white, glove-clad arms underneath. When the
last of the tape was 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 them.
Surprisingly gently, Angus peeled off the white cotton gloves. “Your arms will be okay,” he told her. “I’ve seen slaves wear the
tape for a week and have no problems.”
Melinda was grateful and angry at the same time. She enjoyed the freedom of having hands again, but looked at the rope and
knew it would be a very short-lived freedom.

It was. Angus gave her only a minute to enjoy it, and then he was pulling her arms behind her back.
“Oh, please don’t tie me!” she begged. “I’m chained by the neck. I can’t escape.”
Her pleas 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 admonished.
Darlene was then chained to the wall and her tape removed. When her arms lowered, she 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 her and bound them
as he had Melinda. Darlene was not quite as flexible, but her elbows came together easily enough.
As he bound Darlene, he also kept an eye on Melinda. He could see her looking at the open door and could almost read her
mind. A swift kick in the balls, and she would be running for the exit, bound arms and all. So he never gave her a chance to
deliver that kick.
With both of them again with their arms bound behind their backs, Angus was ready to fix them for the day. There were three
torture chambers in the dungeon under Harcourt Lodge. Each was referred to by the color the walls were painted: the Blue
Room, the Red Room and the Black Room. Each was equipped for a different type of punishment for property. The Blue Room
had a set of stocks and a pillory, in addition to two wooden posts set in the concrete floor and attached firmly to the ceiling. There
were also numerous rings set into the ceiling and walls, even a few in the floor. It would take an accountant all day to compute
the number of possible positions a woman might be bound into.
It was to that Blue Room that Angus led them. Melinda looked at the stocks and tried to back out. Angus’ strong hand on her arm
kept her in place.
“You,” he said, pointing to Darlene, “go and stand in that corner.” Melinda he pushed into the room and up to one of the posts.
Darlene meekly went to the corner and stood there, eyes cast down and head bowed. Melinda was still looking for a way to get a
good kick in so she could run. Pushing her face first into the post, Angus threaded a length of rope between her forearms and
looped it around the rope on her wrists. He knotted it and stood back. Melinda turned her head to glare at him but did not move
back from the post.

There were several buttons on the wall by the door. Pressing one of them, Angus caused a ring at the end of a wire cable to
lower from the ceiling right behind Melinda. He let go of the button when the ring was even with her elbows. He tied the rope
from her wrists to that ring and then went back to the buttons. Pressing another, he caused the cable to begin retreating into the
small hole in the ceiling. When the rope became taut, Melinda’s hands began to rise. As they did, her arms came up until they
were parallel to the floor. Then higher. She had to step back from the post and bend forward as her hands continued their
journey towards the ceiling. Eventually her arms were forced into being straight up. Melinda’s body straightened as her arms
were pulled upward. Angus released the button only when it appeared that the girl was about to be lifted off the floor.
Every muscle in her body was under great strain. Had she not already been forced up onto her toes by the high heels, she would
have had to stand on them. Her face reflected that strain. Her fingers wiggled in an attempt to reach back to the ropes digging
into her wrists. She twisted around to face Angus with an unspoken plea on her lips. He knew that she was about to ask him if he
really intended to leave her in this extremely uncomfortable position. He saved her the trouble of asking by telling her, “Yes,
lassie, you’ll stay like this all morning. If I hear any yelling down here, you’ll stay there until dinner.”
Melinda wanted badly to curse this man but only whined instead.
Darlene was next. She was placed face against the other post and her hands bound to another ring that descended from the
ceiling only to return and lift her arms up behind her. Angus did not leave her in quite as strained position as he had Melinda, but
it was still quite uncomfortable. She looked up at him with a pitiful expression on her face but it did nothing to soften his heart. He
was a keeper of these girls and would do his job without becoming emotionally involved. At least, not to the extent of feeling
sorry for either of them.
He closed the door, and a moment later the light went out.