Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 3: Smile for the Birdie
The van was driven by Rocky to a house in a remote area of Southern California. In that rural area the homes averaged a
quarter mile apart, so privacy was easy to maintain. He drove into the garage, shut the door behind him, and only then did he
open the side door to the van. The two shipping crates were sitting there, waiting for further processing on their journey to a
lifetime of slavery.
Arnie came into the garage, scratching his ample stomach and yawning. “What you got for me?” he asked.
“Two new ones. Boss says to keep them on ice and to get a full set of photos for him.”
“Good. Haven’t had nothin’ here for long time. Gets lonely. The boss cutting down on the snatches or what?”
“None of your business,” snapped Rocky. “Now help me get these crates into the unpacking room.”
Together they lifted the first crate and put it down on a cart. It was then pushed into the house and to a bedroom that had been
set up especially for the arrival of newly kidnapped women. The windows were all blacked out with black paint and heavy
curtains over that. There were pegs on the wall, each holding a coil of rope, a pair of handcuffs, or other form of restraint. There
were also a couple large rings screwed into the wall as anchor points. They put the crate on the floor and went back to fetch the
other one.
“Now, Arnie, you know the rules. No screwing the merchandise unless the boss says you can. In this case, he did not say okay.
Got it?”
“I got it. But a guy gets horny... You know.”
“I know. After these two are processed, I’ll see about getting you some free time so you can visit the prostitutes in Las Vegas.”
“Good. I like Vegas. Classy whores there. Cost plenty, but worth it.”
“Very good. Get the photos emailed to the boss.”
“Okay, don’t get pushy. I always do a good job, no?”
“Yeah, you’re a good man, Arnie.”

Rocky patted Arnie on the back and left. As with many of the men Crofton employed, Arnie was not overly smart but had proven
loyal and dependable. If he was told not to screw the merchandise, he would not screw the merchandise. Probably grab a
handful of boob or ass, but then, he was a man, after all.
Humming a happy tune under his breath, Arnie set about uncrating this new shipment. Rocky had given him the keys, so soon
the lids were open and he could see the two women lying in the crates in their hogties. Both wiggled nicely and tried to look up at
him. He smiled. These were damned nice looking babes, he told himself. But then the boss don’t deal with losers. No, sir, no
fatties, no uglies and no dames what ain’t damned near perfect. Lifting the older woman out of the crate reminded him that he
should go on a diet. Or get some exercise. She weren’t all that heavy, after all, but he grunted as he lifted her.
The second one was lighter, but then she was much younger.
He left them lying on the floor while he dragged the crates back to the garage. They would undoubtedly be used again. When he
returned, he found the two of them had wiggled closer together across the floor, almost touching.
“Nope, can’t have none of that now,” he told them as he dragged the older one over to the corner. Not that she was all that old,
he told himself. Fine figure and still pretty nice curves. Sure would like to poke her, yeah.
Just to be on the safe side, Arnie took a length of chain from a peg and picked up a padlock for it. The younger woman shook
her head but was unable to stop him from looping the chain around her slender neck and locking it. Since he had run the chain
through one of the rings first, she was now secured to the wall. Crawling around would gain her nothing.
On the other one he untied the rope connecting her feet to her hands, and allowed her to unfold. He pulled her up to a sitting
position leaning against the wall and unbuckled the gag. The anger in her eyes abated a bit when the ball came out of her
mouth. She moved her jaw some to ease the muscles. She did not, however, immediate yell at him as many did. Instead, she
looked him right in the eyes and told him, calmly, “You’re in trouble if you don’t release us right now.”
“I’m in more trouble if I do,” he informed. “The Boss won’t like it.”
Apparently she had expected no other answer because she did not seem put out by his reply. “What do you plan to do with us?”
she asked.
“I just keep you here until the Boss, he calls for you. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
She looked at the man as if she did not believe him. His cheap clothing and harsh features made him look like a construction
worker gone to fat. His hands were big and she could feel the strength in them when he had lifted her.

“First thing on a woman’s mind is being forced to have sex,” he told her. “Well, you don’t have to worry: I won’t do that. ’Course, I
wouldn’t mind that so much, you’re a good looking piece.”
Darlene Fisher did not believe him, but hoped she was wrong. She looked over at her step-daughter across the room. “You won’t
hurt her, will you?” she asked, wanting a positive answer.
“No, I won’t hurt her. Not if she cooperates and don’t try something stupid. She related to you?”
“Yes, Melinda is my step-daughter,” she said reluctantly.
“How old is she?” he asked. “She looks very young.”
“She just turned twenty last week. Look, if you let us go, I’ll see that you get a lot of money. I can do it.”
“Honey, money wouldn’t do me no good if the Boss finds out I did that. No, sir, I ain’t gonna do that. I get paid plenty. Couple
more years and I’ll find some nice little house on a lake and spend the rest of my life fishing. Every day I’ll go out in my own boat
and fish. I been saving my money for that. The Boss, he’s a nice guy. He says I can retire when I want to.”
“I can give you enough money to retire right now,” she offered.
Arnie knelt down by her bound feet. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. The blade shone brightly in the
overhead light. Darlene sucked in her breath.
“Just showing you this so you know I can hurt you. So don’t try nothing. Just do as I say and you’ll be okay.” He folded the knife
and returned it to his pocket. Then his fingers began tugging at the knots holding the rope around her ankles. He talked as he
untied the rope. “Now don’t you go trying to kick me or nothing like that. Other dames tried that, but it ain’t done none of them
any good. Now, then, the Boss says I have to keep you restrained.” He pronounced the word as if he had memorized it. “But he
don’t say how I got to do that. I can chain you up so you’re all comfortable and like that. Or I can tie you damned tight and you
ain’t gonna be feeling so comfortable. So don’t try nothing funny.”
The rope was off her feet and being coiled up. He rose and put it on a peg. Then he took her arms and helped her up to her feet.
She was unsteady on legs that had been bound in a hogtie for a few hours, but was held up by his strong hands. As he led her
out of the room, she looked back at Melinda on the floor and wondered if she would ever see her again.
The room next door was set up as a studio. Again, the windows were blacked out and all of one wall was covered by a white
cloth. Arnie turned her around so that she was pushed up against the wall in one corner. Then he told her to stand still. She
heard his knife click open and leaned her forehead against the walls, trembling with fear. But he did nothing with the knife.

Actually, he had folded it and put it away again. Arnie knew that if she thought the knife was still in his hand she would be afraid.
He used to carry a gun and show that to the women, but a couple tried to grab it from his waistband. He found that a knife had a
stronger psychological effect on a woman.
Her wrists had been tied crossed, which would not serve for his purpose. So the rope was unknotted and taken off. Immediately
he looped it around her wrists but side by side this time. They were corded tightly together, cinched down and knotted firmly. A
second piece of rope was then looped around her upper arms just above the elbows. As he pulled that rope, her elbows came
closer until they were touching. He wrapped the rope several times, cinched it and knotted it. Then he turned her around and
positioned her in the center of the white wall.
The effect was as he wanted. The elbows bound together behind her forced her breasts to stand out very nicely. Kneeling, he
bound her ankles together, then her legs above the knees. The short dress she was wearing did not get in the way because if
came only half way down to the knees. Then he stood and pulled out the knife. This time he left it open, the sharp blade holding
her attention as he brought it near her breasts. The party dress had only thin straps over the shoulders, and it was very easy to
cut through them. Then he pulled the dress down, exposing her very flimsy bra and a fine set of breasts.
The dress continued down to the floor, showing that her panties matched the bra, both black and lacy and very small. She was
shaking as he brought the knife backup to the bra strap. “Please don’t,” she said so quietly it was almost a whisper.
“Have to. Gotta get good photos of you,” he told her as he cut the bra strap and then simply cut the middle of the bra without
bothering to try to unhook it in back. The breasts stood up nice and firm, giving lie to her actual age of thirty-five. Arnie smiled.
This was the best job he ever had. Good money, and good looking women to work with. He sliced through the panties at both
sides, and then pulled them through her legs.
“Nice patch of hair, lady,” he commented. Darlene said nothing. She had been naked before a number of men, but this was the
first time it was against her will. The urge to cover herself was strong but prevented by the ropes. A tiny part of her mind
wondered why he had tied her legs together if having sex with her was his intention. Was he telling the truth about not molesting
her?
Arnie only smiled at her nudity, enjoyed it very much, and then went to the other side of the room were a digital camera lay on a
table. He turned it on, checked a few settings and then began photographing her, full shots, close ups and from every side. He
even paused to have her turn around so he could get a few shots of her back side.
Twenty or so photos later, he put the camera down and told her, “You’ll look very nice in these.”

“Why the hell are you taking my picture?” she asked, unable to keep the anger out of her voice. “You going to use me for porno?”
“This ain’t hardly porno, honey. More what they call ‘glamour’ shots. But the Boss, he wants this to find you a buyer.”
A cold chill raced down her spine. A buyer? What the hell was this? She was going to be sold?
“I can give you as much money as you can get selling me,” she tried. “More.”
“Can’t do it, honey. Boss would kill me.”
“Enough money to go far away. That little cabin by a lake, remember?”
“Can’t go far enough to get away from the Boss. He’s got connections all over the world.
“Please,” she pleaded. “At least untie me. These ropes hurt.”
“Yes, I’m sure they do. But that is something you gotta get used to. From what I heard, some of the guys what buy a girl keep her
tied up all the time. And punished a lot. But maybe you’ll get a good Master who will only whip you now and then.”
“You mean like a slave girl?” she repeated in shocked disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am, sweetie. There’s rich men all over the world who would pay a pretty penny for a nice dame like you. Or that young
woman with you. She looks really sweet. She a virgin?”
“None of your business,” she snapped.
“Well, you’re right there. I ain’t going screw either of you, so I don’t care if you been fucked before or not.”
He was standing next to her and simply reached down and picked her up in his arms. Darlene was shocked into silence as he
carried her from the room.
Next bedroom over was different from the first two. The windows were blacked out but also sealed with steel bars over them.
There were four beds in the room, each a small metal bed bolted to the floor. Each had a rail at the head and foot, and a very
small mattress that barely covered the frame. He laid her face down on one of the beds.
“Now this room, it’s soundproofed, it is. But I don’t like to hear you hollerin’, so don’t do that or I’ll have to gag you.” He was
pushing a rope loop over her head and tightening it down around her neck. He then ran it up to the bar across the head of the

bed and tied it. As he shifted down to her feet, he told her, “You’ll sleep like this tonight. It’s just to show you what it is like to stay
tied like this for a while. Of course, the night’s almost gone, but I’ll leave you for at least eight or ten hours. You’ll get the idea.
Tomorrow, if you’re good, I’ll just chain you down at night. Good idea if you cooperate. Lots more comfortable.”
He was tying rope from her ankles to the bar across the foot of the bed and pulling it taut so she was stretched out on the bed.
Finished with that task of binding her down to the bed, he knelt beside her head so he could look into her eyes. “Now, sweetie, I
ain’t suppose to screw you, and I won’t. But you might be here for a week or more, and a nice gal like you, being naked and all,
might get pretty horny. If you want, I will feel you up, tease your tits and maybe even use a vibrator so’s you get a climax. All you
gotta do is tell me you’d like that.” He was smiling at her. “’Course, if I was to be real nice to you that way, you could use your
mouth to sort of return the favor. I’m sure you know what I mean.”
“Go to hell!” She spat out each word slowly and with emphasis.
“Okay, your choice. But you’ll feel different after a few days here. They all do.”
He flipped off the light switch and closed the door, leaving the naked and helpless woman in complete darkness.
The same process was repeated with Melinda, only Arnie had to be much more forceful with her. She fought every step of the
way, trying to kick him, spitting at him and cursing with words he would never have expected from such an innocent looking
young woman. But it did her no good. When he removed her clothing and changed the bondage for the photographs, she was
tied far more tightly than Darlene had been. And he gagged her for most of the photos just to shut her filthy mouth up. When he
carried her into the room with the beds, she was still struggling against him.
He put her face down on the bed next to Darlene, but she immediately twisted and slipped off the other side. Having experienced
such resistance before, he knew what to do. Coming around to where she lay on the floor, he tied another piece of rope to her
ankles, and then threaded it around the ropes binding her elbows together. He pulled, and her legs bent. He pulled some more
and they folded down. He pulled some more and her body began to form an arch as the feet passed by the bound hands and
neared the elbows. When he finally tied off the rope, her body was nicely arched and held that way. He picked her up and put her
on the bed on her stomach. This time she stayed there.
With practiced hands, he tied her neck to the head bar and then ran rope down from her ankles to the foot of the bed. He also
wrapped rope around the bed, over her waist and pulled that down so she was welded to the mattress and could not even roll
onto her side. He left the gag in her mouth.

“You’re gonna suffer the rest of the night,” he told her. “But it’s your own fault. See how I tied your mom? She’ll be uncomfortable,
but not like you is.”
He patted her bare bottom affectionately then left them alone in a totally dark room and their misery.