Chapter 3: Smile for the Birdie


    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 very.


    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 cked out with ck 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 couplerge 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. ssy 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 n 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 rted to you?”


    “Yes, Melinda is my step-daughter,” she said reluctantly.


    “How old is she?” he asked. “She looks very young.”


    “She just turned twentyst 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 ake 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 de


    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 allfortable and like that. Or I can tie you


    damned tight and you ain’t gonna be feeling sofortable. 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 cked 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 de 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 ck andcy


    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,dy,” hemented. 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 cameray 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 photoster, 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 ‘mour’ 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 ake, 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 ve 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 cked 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. Heid


    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 inplete


    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 shey


    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.


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    “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 ufortable, but not like you is.”


    He patted her bare bottom affectionately then left them alone in a totally dark room and their


    misery.