Chapter 13: Preparation for a Journey
Chapter 13: Preparation for a Journey
There was no morning sunrise, no rooster crowing, nothing to tell Darlene and Melinda that it was a
new day except for the suddenly bright overhead lights stabbing them in the eyes. Darlene struggled up
from an uneasy sleep filled with vaguely remembered nightmares, while Melinda had to awaken from a
semi-conscious state that was not really sleep. She had not experienced any refreshing sleep all night,
for each time she began to nod off, the chain locked around her neck became a rude reminder of her
imprisonment and jerked her back to awareness. She moaned, and did not even bother to try to turn
around when she heard the cell door opening behind her.
Darlene was unlocked first and helped to her feet so she could be led away to that room with all the
bondage devices lining the walls. There, the single glove was uced from her arms, which had been
in a slightly numb state for most of the night. She began crying when her arms were finally free, for it
hurt her shoulders to even try to bring the arms around in front of her.
The two men doing the unbinding were rough in their handling of the nearly naked woman, but did not
go out of their way to inflict additional pain upon her. When the corset was uced and finally taken off
her, she gasped. Her internal organs had adapted to the repositioning forced upon them by the stiff
corset, and now felt strange returning to normal. Her back ached from the enforced rigidity.
Without a word, her hands were gathered together in front of her and locked in handcuffs. Then she
was led to a bathroom and told she could use the facilities – indeed, should – because she was about
to embark on a long journey that would have few such luxuries. While she was attending to her
morning absolutions, her daughter was brought in and the process of freeing her from the tight grip of
the single glove and corset began. As with Darlene, a few tears trickled down her cheeks as her arms
came forward and the cirction began returning to full operation. She was so fatigued from the
sleepless night that she did not even bother to curse her captors for their rough handling of her body
and the terrible night she had been forced to endure. Her hands were linked with handcuffs and she
was pointed to the bathroom where Darlene was finishing what she could do to make herself feel
better. The two of them exchanged a look in passing but spoke not a word.
One of the men stood guard while the other left the room. A short timeter he returned with a tray of
food. The women were led back to their cells where they were allowed to eat. The tray held English
muffins, soft boiled eggs, tea and two strips of bacon each. There was butter and marmde for the
muffins. They both ate eagerly, the joined wrists presenting little problem for them.
“Come along, sweeties, we ain’t got all day. Little Lord Reggie wants to get on the road,” one of the
men informed. The two women exchanged nces but still said nothing. Melinda wanted very badly to
ask questions but held them back. Perhaps it was the admonition from Reggie the night before about
talking without permission that held her tongue. Or maybe she was simply too busy eating.
After the meal, clothing of sorts was brought in for them. Each was told to put on a white satin short
sleeved blouse, which they dly did as soon as their hands were freed of the cuffs. For the first time
in a long while, their breasts were covered from the sight of strange men. Each was given a pair of
gloves that extended up the arm almost to the shoulder. They were a tight fit, and when on, every bit of
skin was covered by white cloth. Their hope for a skirt or cks to go with the blouse was, however,
dashed. Instead, each was told to stand up. Starting with Darlene, their arms were taped together
behind their backs with duct tape. The forearms were ced parallel and together, and then taped
tightly in that position against the small of their backs. Additional tape was wound around their fingers
and around the elbows so that all of their arms from just above the elbows down was wrapped in that
strong tape. Later, when they had the chance, they tried to pull their arms apart and found that the tape
held them as securely as the leather single glove had.
A chair was brought in and Darlene was told to sit on it. Then one man knelt down and removed the
high heel shoes. She sighed with relief when her foot no longer was forced to hold that arched position.
The muscles there had been aching quite a bit, even when she was lying on the bed. With the shoes
off, then came the nylons.
She was then told to stand. The same man who had removed her shoes, moved to pull down her
panties. She started to cross her legs to prevent that, but then held back with a sigh. She was ordered
to spread her legs wide. Looking at both men with their silly grins, then at Melinda, she sighed and
obeyed. She had told Melinda to obey and not give anyone reason to punish them, so now she had to
set an example for Melinda. The man knelt down in front of her, and was handed a jar of cream and an
egg-shaped oval of ck stic. The egg was about three inches long and one inch at the thickest.
The man smeared cream over one end of the egg and then held in on one hand while his other spread
apart herbia. Knowing what wasing made her want to mp her legs together, and it took a real
effort to keep them apart.
The egg was cold as he inserted one end into her vagina. Then he pushed it in with a finger. The cream
was some kind of lubricant for the egg for, despite Darlene not being sexually excited, it slid smoothly
in. He pushed it until it would go no farther. Then he wiped his finger on his pants and stood. The other
man handed him a length of rope, which he tied a small loop in one end. He put the rope around her
waist, through that small loop, and then pulled it tight until it was cutting into her waist. The rope then
went down in front, was positioned between the spreadbia, under her, and back up through her ass
cheeks to pass over the rope on her waist. It then made the return trip and was tied quite tightly in front,
just above her belly button. This crotch rope, as the men called it, would serve two purposes. First, it
would keep that egg inside her vagina; secondly, it would keep pressure upon her clitoris and much of
the sensitive flesh down there. When sitting, she would feel its tightness. When walking, she would feel
it in a different way.
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The panties were then held for her to put her feet through. The man pulled them back up and into
ce, partly hiding the rope over her sex.
Melinda was then told to sit down while Darlene was told to stand in the corner. She did, but with a
wary eye on the men. It was easy to see that Melinda had not liked what she saw done to Darlene and
did not want an egg shoved into her. But would she resist? She allowed the high heels to be taken off
and a look of relief swept over her youthful face. Standing in heels that tall all night was a strain on any
woman’s feet.
Then came the order to stand. She did and allowed her panties to be taken off but was ring at the
man doing it. Then came the order to spread her legs wide. For a brief moment it appeared that she
would kick out and fight them. There was a fire in her eyes that spoke loudly of the anger inside.
Just as she was about to move, her head jerked backwards. The other man had taken a handful of her
long, golden hair and pulled down. The pain of the unexpected move aborted her action. While the man
behind her pushed against her taped arms with one hand, the other kept a tight pressure on her hair. It
was no problem pushing her legs apart and then pushing that lubricated egg up inside her. Her hair
was held until the rope was tightly knotted around her waist and between her legs.
When he let go, she pulled her legs together and red at them. “Bastards,” she muttered.
Both of the bastards were grinning.
“Couple more things, my dears,” they were told, “and you’ll be ready to hit the road.”