Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table
It was then Melinda’s turn. As soon as the rope was pulled off, she squatted and grunted. As the egg came out, she seemed very
relieved. There was no question that she hated the little monster.
Without being told to, Susan fetched a pair of scissors and began cutting the blouses off. Since the sleeves were short and not
covered by the top of the duct tape, she did not have to cut the material there. In a couple of minutes, the expensive white satin
blouses were a pile of cut cloth lying on the floor. All that was left to cover the modesty of the girls was a pair of tall boots and
some tape. They were both showing signs of goose bumps from the cold.
“Come along, sweeties,” Susan told them and opened one of the doors.
Without the Shock Egg, as it was rightly called, fighting might have been possible. At least, that was the idea that flashed through
Melinda’s mind. She could kick out with that booted foot and hope to disable the man with a good, solid blow to his most
sensitive part. That should put him out of action for a bit. Then maybe they could overpower this Susan. Tricky, what with their
arms being useless behind them, but just maybe...
“Don’t try it,” came a maddeningly casual voice from behind her. “We are both experts at unarmed combat. You could never
succeed, and then we would have to punish you.”
“He means more than we already will,” Susan cheerfully chipped in.
Melinda abandoned plans for a fight – they were obviously ready and on guard. Maybe another time...
The room they were led to was surprisingly warm. After a short passage along stone walls, there was a metal door. Behind that
was a room totally different from the one where they had given up their eggs. This one had wood paneled walls, carpet on the
floor and what appeared to be four beds or at least benches. Each was covered with padded leather and about two feet wide by
seven feet long. The carpet was a forest green and the padded benches a deep tan. Both of them immediately noticed that each
of the benches had long leather straps attached to the base on each side. It was not too hard to figure that a woman forced to lie
down on the bench could be strapped down by those.
But first they were made to stand next to a dresser. Susan, humming as she worked, picked up a short length of double red wire.
One end was split and each wire stripped bare while the other end had a jack. She placed the bare wires against Darlene’s left
nipple, one on each side, and taped them there with a wide piece of duct tape. The same was done to the other nipple. Darlene
simply looked at what was happening but could not imagine what it meant, unless... No, they would not do that!

Melinda stood still for the wires but had a terrible feeling that more shocks were coming her way.
They were then taken to the first two benches. Darlene was made to lie down on her stomach, with help from Susan. The red
and black wires were then plugged into holes on each of the benches. Still humming happily, she then bound Darlene’s booted
ankles together with rope. Next came the straps. Each set of straps was just long enough to come up and over the bench and
occupant. There was a buckle on each so they could be secured and tightened down as much as desired. Straps went over her
back at the level of her upper arms, over her waist, her legs just below her ass, and two more at the back of her knees and
across the ankles. Each set was pulled tightly.
It took the implied threat of force from the two jailers to make Melinda get on her stomach, but once there, it did not take long for
her to be strapped tightly down the same as Darlene. The straps, they found out when they tried to struggle, held their arms such
that could not twist them or try to pull them apart. Had their fingers not been useless under those tight tape windings, they might
have been able to work at the buckles, at least the ones on their backs and waists. But that was not to be.
“Look at those nice, bare asses,” Susan pointed out. “Perfectly positioned for whipping. Can I? Please?”
“You know that the Master wishes new slaves to be left unmarked until he is ready to give them their first real whipping,” Angus
said.
“Just a little one? The marks will fade before morning if I use a strap instead of a whip.”
“No.”
“You’re a meanie,” Susan replied but with no heat. When she pouted, she looked so much like an innocent pixie. But then the
sweetness fled from her eyes and they took on the hard look of a drill sergeant.
They went to the door, with Susan the last one to leave. She turned back at the door to give one last warning to the captives.
“You are not to talk,” she said sternly. “Not a word. You may try to free yourselves but I doubt you’ll be able to. Even if you did,
this room is secure. That means the door is locked from the outside. Now, remember, no talking or you will be punished.”
She flipped as switch on the wall next to the door and left. The door closed with a solid, metallic clang. A moment later the lights
went out.
In the dark, their first reaction was to say something to each other. Melinda was the first to open her mouth, but only a single
word left her lips when it was replaced by a yelp. Darlene cried out at the same instant. When their reactions to the electrical

charges died down, so did the current. After a pause, Darlene tried to ask Melinda how she was and suffered a similar fate. It did
not take them long to figure out that any sound would activate the electrical shocks to both of them.
The room was equipped with a microphone, obviously. And also obviously, that microphone was attached to a circuit that
activated an electric current through the wires on their breasts. As soon as a sound was detected by the apparatus, the current
was switched on. Only when there was no longer any sound in the room did the current stop. It took only a few tries for the two
women to come to the conclusion that silence was the best policy. The shocks that lanced through their nipples were not as
terrible as that given out by the Shock Eggs, but they were quite undesirable.
Each of them tested her bonds and found themselves unable to move more than an inch or so, and that escape would be
impossible. Then they tried whispering to each other but the microphone was too sensitive to let that go by. Even the creaking of
the leather straps as Melinda strained against them set off the current, shocking both of them.
So it was that the two of them spent their first night at the lodge silent as the grave, gagged more effectively than if their mouths
had been stuffed with traditional gags. At least they slept well.