Chapter 9: Transferred to a Cell


    Chapter 9: Transferred to a Cell


    They began with Darlene, unbuckling the straps that held her inside the coffin. Even with all the straps


    off, she was still limp and unable to stand by herself. One man held her upright while the other locked


    handcuffs on her wrists behind her. Then she was picked up like a sack of potatoes and carried to one


    of the more modern cells that Sir Sedgewick had had built in his basement. He enjoyed having the


    ancient stone cells as a reminder of the history of the house and his family, but knew that keeping


    naked women in cold stone cells was detrimental to their health. And he did want to protect his


    investment, after all.


    The cell was in a heated portion of the dungeon (as Sir Sedgewick thought of it) but small and


    designed to keep a woman securely imprisoned. There was a small bed of steel tubr construction, a


    tiny privy in the corner, and a couple steel rings set into the walls with chains hanging down from them.


    In traditional prison fashion, there were steel bars across the front with a door also of bars that could be


    shut and locked securely. There was no window.


    They set Darlene down on the bed, which was small but at least had a thin mattress and one nket.


    The end of one of the chains from the wall rings was looped around her neck and padlocked in ce.


    Then the door was closed and locked, leaving her far less restricted than she had been at any time in


    Crofton’s safe house. She was, however, just as secure as she had been when she was tightly bound


    with ropes.


    Melinda was then removed from her coffin, but it took both of them to hold the struggling girl. She was


    weak from the long trip but still put up a considerable fight after the straps were off and she was lifted


    from the coffin. One held her while the other struggled to get the handcuffs on her wrists. Having done


    this before, they were careful to avoid her kicks, which, even though bare-footed, would have been


    painful had anynded between their legs where she was aiming. Each held an arm while they


    marched her off to the cell next to Darlene. Again, she had to be held tightly while the chain was looped


    around her neck and locked in ce. They retreated and mmed the cell door, leaving an angry


    young woman ring at them and hurling curses in their direction.


    “Scream all you want to, poppet,” one told her. “This ce is soundproof.” Heughed as she called


    him several really nasty names, then suggested he remove himself to somece else and fornicate


    with himself.


    They closed the door to the cell area, but surprisingly left a small light on. Melinda immediately tried to


    reach through the cell wall to touch Darlene, but the chain around her neck halted her a few inches


    short.


    “Wake up!” she called out.


    Darlene stirred and opened her eyes slowly. “Melinda…? What…? Where are we?”


    “In some damned jail cells somece,” eximed Melinda angrily. “From the ents, I would guess


    we’re in Ennd. And they called that old man who looked at us ‘His Lordship’.”


    “Oh, my!” was all Darlene could say. She struggled up to a sitting position and looked around. “It does


    appear to be a jail, all right. I think I passed out. I vaguely remember someone squeezing my breasts


    and poking me in the pussy.”


    “They did, damn bastards! What can we do? This is terrible!”


    Darlene looked around, noted the chain around her neck and sighed. “Nothing, dear. Nothing at all.”


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    Melinda walked the few tiny steps allowed her in that cell, tested the firmness of the chain and ring,


    then bent down, brought her handcuffs hands down by the floor and stepped through them backwards


    so that her hands came up in front of her.


    “Oh, I didn’t know you could do that,” Darlene said, then awkwardly repeated what Melinda had done.


    With their hands in front of them, they could just touch hands between the bars. It was not much, but


    the mere touch brought somefort to the two naked women.


    After a while, when they were both sitting on their beds, Melinda asked, “Do you think that Dad is


    searching for us?”


    “I’m sure he is. But what can he do? We’re not even in the U.S.”


    Her temper diminished considerably, Melinda curled up into a ball and said, in a little girl voice, “I’m


    scared. These men might do terrible things to us.”


    “So far we have been treated harshly but not harmed,” Darlene pointed out. “That is a good sign. From


    what that man in that house said, we were bought by a man. He even told us we were ves.”


    “That’s ridiculous! There aren’t any ves any more.”


    Darlene was silent. She wished that Melinda was correct but knew otherwise. Men with money and


    power did as they pleased. Especially in countries less civilized. She recalled reading somewhere that


    women in some middle eastern countries were treated more like property than humans.


    Melinda pulled the nket around herself and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Darlene pulled her


    nket up, but she did not sleep.