Chapter 8: Wee to Ennd


    Chapter 8: Wee to Ennd


    The first leg of the journey was by a small truck. The coffins containing both Darlene and Melinda were


    picked up and loaded into a truck bearing the legend “Oscar’s Frozen Fish” on the outside. They were


    then driven to a mortuary where they were transferred to two hearses to be driven to the airport. They


    were loaded onto a chartered jet after only a quick inspection, and airborne only thirty-five minutes after


    leaving the safe house.


    The jet, a Gulfstream 550, had a range of 6,670 miles and could make the hop over the Antic easily.


    Cruising at 35,000 feet and 550 miles per hour, they made the crossing in just over six hours. Once


    airborne, the coffins were opened and the oxygen bottles were changed for fresh. They prisoners were


    not, however, allowed out of their coffins. As the jet descended for Heathrow, the lids were screwed


    back on and once again the two naked women were in total darkness.


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    The inspection by custom officials was brief. Great care had been taken to assure the paperwork was


    all correct. Arge cash bribe was prepared but not needed, as the customs people simply checked the


    paperwork stating that a mother and daughter who had died in an auto crash in the US were being


    returned home for burial.


    The coffins were loaded onto hearses and driven off into the big city. Twenty minutester they were


    being transferred to another truck for the trip to their final destination.


    Leaving London, they were driven southwest on the M3, and were soon passing through the beautiful


    countryside of the County of Hampshire. On the eighty-mile drive, the coffin lids were again unscrewed


    to provide fresh air. Both women whined and pleaded pitifully through their gags to be let up, but were


    ignored. The man in charge of them took delight, however, in feeling their breasts and poking his finger


    between their legs in an attempt to tease their “cunts” as he called them.


    The truck bypassed Southampton and headed west on the M37 into the New Forest. It was beautiful


    country and the women would surely have enjoyed the scenery, had they been able to see it. They left


    the main road and were soon entering a private driveway near the quaint old vige of Emery Down.


    They paused at a wrought iron gate, identified themselves to an inte, then drove through when the


    gate slowly swung aside for them.


    The house was old, no question about that. It was isted, surrounded by a forest of oak, yew, elm,


    and beech trees. It was also fenced in. The property was surrounded on three sides by national forest,


    which meant the only neighbors were distant from the estate. The car drove passed the main house,


    around to the back where the garage was. The women did not have a chance to see the ancient brick,


    two story building, with all its smokestacks.


    The lids were put back on but not screwed down, and the coffins carried out of the truck and down a


    stairway leading to the basement of the old house. A gardener noted the truck pulling into the garage,


    frowned a little, then went back to his pruning. It waste afternoon, cool and cloudy with the air


    smelling of rain soon, and he wanted to be finished before it started.


    The basement of Harcourt Manor was quiterge, having been used in times past as both food storage


    and a dungeon. While not a castle, there had been need at times of a ce to keep political prisoners


    and peasants who were in need of punishment. There were still four small cells, each with a rusted iron


    door, well-worn wood seats and cold stone walls and floor.


    Darlene and Melinda were put down in the center of the onerge room. The lids were removed to


    disy the contents, and then the two men waited. No longer were the women being poked and


    prodded, but out of the heated air of the truck they were growing cold as the air touched their bare skin.


    The wait was not long, for Sir Sedgewick was anxious to see histest acquisition. The old chap came


    hurrying down the stairs from the kitchen and immediately went up to the first coffin. Darleney there,


    looking very worn and tired from the long trip. She was moaning softly through her gag and her eyes


    were closed. Goosebumps were forming on her body from the cold.


    Sedgewick looked over her imprisoned body and nodded in satisfaction. Then he inspected the


    younger one and nodded even more. These were even better than he had expected. Two quite lovely


    ladies with drop-dead gorgeous bodies. Melinda’s eyes were open and ring at him. And, as he had


    requested, they were mother and daughter.


    “Get them out of there,” hemanded. “Put them in the cells but make sure you allow them no


    freedom. I’ll tell you how to prepare them after dinner. Meanwhile, keep them securely chained up.”


    He started to leave but halted at the stairs. “Now you two don’t have any ideas about using these two.


    They’re a gift and I want them in good condition.” Then he was gone without waiting for a reply.


    “Great bloody twit!” eximed one of the men. “Like we ain’t worthy of touching his lordship’s whores.”


    The driver nced nervously at the stairs. “Don’t go mouthing off now where he might hear you. ’Sides,


    he pays us good. You can get your whores down in Southampton.”


    “Maybe, but they ain’t gonna be ssy American tarts like these here.”


    “Yeah, they’re right tasty birds. But we got work to do.”