Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 29: Birds of a Feather
Angus positioned them before the fireplace, turned them so they both faced the bed and the flames warmed their backsides,
then left them. Reggie came in a moment later, wearing a royal blue bathrobe and a smile. He looked over his two pieces of
property, noting the fading whip marks and the tightness with which their hands were bound high on their backs.
“Having a pair of women like you two has always fascinated me. I used to know such a pair in London. Had some interesting
times with them both in my bed. For the moment, I want you...” he pointed at Melinda “to masturbate until you orgasm, and make
it quick. You could refuse, but in that case I’ll give you to Susan to do with as she wants, and I think you’ll know what that
means.”
Then he had Darlene in his hands and was lifting her to toss her on the bed on her back. Throwing off the robe, he knelt between
her legs and rammed his prick into her. She was hot and wet and ready for him, just as he had knew it would be.
He did not build up slowly as he had done with Melinda the night before. His need was too great. He grabbed her hips and began
banging her with hard strokes that sank him as deeply as possible into her. Her legs came up and clamped around his hips
tightly. She was arching her body up to meet his thrusts.
It was brutally quick. He was pumping his seed into her and she was moaning loudly. Then it was over just as quickly.
Reggie crawled off the bed and stood there on shaking legs. Gawd, but that was good! He had not been that horny since he was
a teenager first discovering the joys of sex. Had they compared notes, he would have found that Darlene, the bound girl he had
just ravished, had experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
Melinda was lying on the floor, clenching her legs together and shivering in the still-hot afterglow of orgasm. On the bed, Darlene
was doing the same. Reggie found it amusing that they both reacted the same way to an orgasm.
Eventually, he recovered enough to put on his robe and call for Angus. As the servant was leading the still half spaced-out
women from the room, Reggie told him that he could screw Darlene – if he wanted to. Reggie then had a brandy and made plans
for the fun and games of the next night.
Thus it was that Melinda was not fucked at all, and Darlene screwed twice in the same evening. Back in the bench room, Angus
untied Melinda’s arms, locked them in two pairs of handcuffs, at the wrist and above the elbows, and then strapped her down to
the bench. Darlene, with her arms still bound behind her, was then laid down on her bench and screwed quite competently by
Angus, who proved to be one well-endowed Scotsman. He then untied her, locked her in handcuffs and strapped her down to the

bench. He did not bother to attach the electrodes to their nipples. He did not care if they talked or even screamed their heads
off.