Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 30: A Fateful Day
The next night, after the two girls had spent the day in the Blue Room, one in stocks and one in a pillory, they were again taken
to their Master’s bedroom. This time he introduced Melinda to anal sex, after tying her firmly over the edge of the bed.
Over the next week he took great delight in using the small whip to force them into whatever he wanted them to do. By the end of
that week, however, he found that the whip was not necessary. Spending their days in very uncomfortable restraints made them
obedient to his orders. It was obvious they were also finding pleasure in these acts. Darlene became as meek and obedient as
any woman ever could be. She never needed the whip or the threat of it to make her obey his slightest orders. Melinda still
talked of escape when alone with Darlene, but no possibility of that happening presented itself. So she obeyed the Master even
when she hated what she was forced to do.
This continued into a second week; torments by day and wild sexual acts by night. And always the Master’s orders and no
chance for escape.
Reggie, the Master, even allowed Angus to screw Melinda once. He had hoped that being fucked by the help would make her
feel degraded, but the young woman apparently enjoyed the act.
Things might have continued in this manner for a long time, but there came that disastrous Tuesday, exactly thirty days after the
arrival of the girls at Harcourt Lodge.
A couple days before the milestone had been reached, their Master had actually asked them their names and began using them
instead of calling them “You.” Melinda was not certain if that was an improvement or not because the harsh treatment continued.
Susan snuck in and used her whip on their asses, but only a few strokes. She was careful to not mark them up so greatly as to
call attention to herself. But each time, she hit them an extra stroke and harder so they knew it was only a matter of time before
she could no longer hold in her urges and really let loose on them.
On that Tuesday morning, the two of them were being attached to a fence in the courtyard. It was raining, not hard but steady
and cold. An hour or two standing in the rain, tied to the rails of a wooden fence would be a change from the cages and stocks
inside. Darlene was tied first. Angus did the job, standing her up against the fence, draping her arms over the top rail, and then
binding her wrists together. He wound rope around her waist and tied the wrists to that. The result was to hold her against the
rail. He also each ankle to a fence post, forcing her to stand with legs wide spread, exposing her sex and making it available for
use, should Angus wish to have a quick fuck in the rain.

Melinda was bound in the same manner to a rail nearby. The only difference was that her ankles were bound together with rope
rather than apart. The Master had told Angus that he could use Darlene as he wished, but to not screw the younger one unless
explicitly given permission. So he did not spread her legs, lest he become tempted by a wide-open pussy.
It was a mistake.
Angus left them to return to the warmth of the lodge. Darlene sighed and lowered her head to patiently endure this torment.
Melinda, however, began to struggle. The ropes around her wrists were too tight and too cleverly knotted for her to work free.
She twisted her body and tried to pull her hands free but failed. Just when it appeared that she would have to resign herself to
the rain, she realized that she had been tied with her knees slightly bent. By straightening her legs, she could exert an upward
force against the rail. That she did, straining with all her might. The rail bent upward some. It was not thick, but enough so that
she could normally not have broken it, even with the leverage of her legs. But the wooden fence was old, and parts of it were
weathered and even rotted. Thus it was that the rail burst out of hole in the post, tearing a rotten section out.
Melinda suddenly found herself standing there with her arms draped over a loose rail. She twisted and began hopping to one
side. After a few feet, her arms slide off the loose end of the rail. With her arms no longer over the rail, the ropes around her
waist were looser. She rubbed them against a fence post. In a few minutes of hard work, she had a part of the rope move over
and her fingers touching a knot. Another few minutes and she was pulling the ropes off her hands.
A wild look of joy shone on her face. Quickly she sat down and untied the rope from her feet. Then she rushed over to Darlene.
She looked round but no one was in sight. With eager fingers she tore at the knots of Darlene’s binding.
“Come, now’s our chance!” she whispered. “Let’s run for it!”
Run they did. For a few steps, Darlene ran alongside Melinda. But as they were about to leave the courtyard and cross the road
towards the forest, Darlene slowed down. Melinda, not noticing, continued running as best she could on high heels and quickly
disappeared between the trees.
Darlene stood there, rain dripping off her naked body, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. Freedom, or at least the possibility
of it, stood before her. Behind her was slavery. Most women would have been running as fast as their legs could carry them
away from that horrid place.
Darlene only stood there.

For a long time conflicting emotions churned within her. She wrung her hands before her and looked around. Still no one had
seen her.
She turned, bowed her head and walked back to the lodge. She opened a side door and walked through the kitchen, down a
corridor and into the Master’s den. He was busy at the computer, but looked up to find a naked girl dripping water on his carpet.
“Melinda’s escaped,” she told him without a trace of emotion in her voice. “You have to catch her before she gets to the
authorities.”
For a long second, Reggie simply stared at the dripping wet girl. Then he pressed a button on his desk to summon Angus. When
the Scotsman came in he showed little surprise at the totally unrestrained woman.
“Get Susan to take her downstairs and secure her. Then join me. We have a runaway slave to track down.”
“Yes, sir.”