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So far it had been a non-productive hunt, almost as if the prey had sensed predators prowling and taken shelter in the safety of their homes. They had been cruising the streets near the nightclubs, looking for a possible snatch but finding very little, and those few not alone. In their profession, the prey had to be alone with no observers who might note their appearance, the color of their van or maybe even the license number, although they had taken the precaution of smearing dirt on it so it was unreadable. So they left the nightclub section and were prowling back streets and rural roads, hoping toe across a woman they could grab. ¡°Yeah, she¡¯s good lookin¡¯,¡± his partnermented. He slowed the van as they approached the car at the side of the road. In the headlights they could see thete model Lexus partly pulled off the winding twone road and the young, good-looking woman standing beside it. The hood was pulled up; a signal that she had car trouble. He pulled in behind her, but left the engine running and lights on. They exited the vehicle and approached her. ¡°You having trouble?¡± Matt called out, trying to sound friendly. ¡°Can we help?¡± That always made them less leery. Melinda could see very little of the approaching men with their headlights shining directly at her; they were shapes only. ¡°Yes,¡± she said, trying to shield her eyes from the bright lights. ¡°It quit and I can¡¯t start it.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take a look at it,¡± Matt said. Apparently not even noticing that she was a very beautiful young woman with a fine body as was disyed by the incredibly short skirt and rather low-cut peasant blouse, he walked past her, heading for the front of the car. She turned to watch him as he approached the engine. She did not notice the second man close in on her from behind. With the light behind her, she could now see the man who had passed her and was a little taken back by this appearance. He was tall and very heavy set. The clothes were a workman¡¯s jumpsuit with work boots, worn looking and none too clean. But if he could get her car started¡­ She heard a sound behind her, but before she could turn a rag was mped over her mouth and held there by a strong male hand while the other was a hold of her arm. She tried to cry out but the sound she made was muffled by the foul smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. Whatever it was on the cloth was strong; the fumes harsh in her nose. For a few seconds she struggled, but then the first man was on her, his strong, rough hands holding her wrists. Her struggles weakened as the chemical absorbed into her blood stream. With surprising quickness, her world was fading to ck. In only ten seconds she was a limp, unconscious form in their hands. Matt was grinning. It had been easy - as usual. Now there only remained to take her to the back of the van, secure her with the ropes they had ready there, and drive off with their captive. It was a job they had done many times before. This time, however, there was aplication. Just as Oscar was picking up the unconscious girl, a voice called out: ¡°What the hell are you doing!¡± They both turned to see another woman standing on the other side of the car. ¡°Shit!¡± muttered Matt. He released his hold of the girl¡¯s wrists and turned to the woman. ¡°She seems to have fainted¡­¡± he began, thinking fast of some excuse that might buy him a few seconds. ¡°Bullshit!¡± the woman cried loudly. ¡°I¡¯m going to call the police!¡± She reached for her purse wherein her cell phone resided. Matt was around the car surprisingly fast for a big man. The woman was fumbling a cell phone out of her purse when he came up to her. Calmly he took it out of her hand and threw it on the ground. As she watched in disbelief, he crushed it under his boot heel. The woman looked back at him with shock on her face. As she turned to run, his hand mped upon her arm, dragging her back. With a swift move he had one of her arms bent up behind her back, and his arm around her throat. ¡°Don¡¯t do anything stupid,dy,¡± he spoke into her ear. ¡°Or I¡¯ll break your neck.¡± She froze at the threat, panting and trembling but not fighting. He turned her and was pushing her towards the van, keeping his arm around her neck. ¡°Take it easy and you won¡¯t get hurt. All we want is to steal your car. We¡¯ll leave you two tied up here when we leave so you won¡¯t be able to call the police for a while.¡± It was a story he had made up to forestall violent struggles by their catch. If the woman bought it and thought that she was going to get out of this unharmed, she was less likely to kick and scream. Not that he cared one shit about her car. It was the young one they wanted. Oscar had already carried her to the van and opened the side door. The inside was mostly bare, only a couple canvas bags on the floor and, if you were careful to notice, a few rings set into the floor and walls as anchor points. An overhead light hade on with the opening of the door. With practiced skill, Oscar had set the young one on the floor and was getting rope out of one bag. Matt had his woman up to the van then. She was wiggling and not seriously fighting him. He hoped that would stay that way, because he really did not want to have to snap her neck. He was quite capable of it, but he did not want to kill and had never had to do anything really violent in any of the snatches so far. ¡°When he¡¯s finished, you¡¯ll be tied and then we¡¯ll leave you in the bushes. Eventually you¡¯ll work free. Of course, you won¡¯t have a fancy car any more, but that¡¯s too bad.¡± He actually enjoyed ying with their victims like that. Like it was some special skill he had to fool a woman into cooperating. Had he told them the truth about what was going to happen to them, or left them to guess, he would have had a real fight on his hands. In the van, Oscar had the girl¡¯s wrists tied together and was working on her ankles. He was not an overly smart man, but had been trained by Matt on this procedure and was good at it. The ropes on her wrists were tight and cinched down, and firmly triple knotted. She would not be able to free herself from that. With her ankles tied, he ran the rest of the rope up to her wrists and pulled her legs up into a hogtie. Those lovely long legs looked nice doubled up like that. He had noted her figure as he walked passed her and it was first rate all the way. Long, shapely legs, full bosom and long blonde hair hanging halfway down her back. A pretty face, too, sort of innocent, girl-next-door type but oh, so sweet looking. As he waited for Oscar to finish the hogtie and move the girl to the back of the van, Matt began to notice more about the woman he held. His quick impression was that she was nice looking with a good body. Then he noticed this one had golden hair as well. Oscar had the younger one next to one of the anchor points, locking her neck to it with a short chain and a padlock. Matt pushed his woman into the van, roughly dumping her face down on the floor. He had to take his arm off her neck to bring both her wrists together behind her back. It was then that she began to really struggle. ¡°You bastards, you¡¯re not going to leave us¡­¡± she was hollering as she tried to pull her arms apart and kick at him at the same time. His strength and weight made her struggle useless but Matt did not really like it when they struggled. Not ever since one had gotten in a good kick and his balls had hurt for a week. The initial pain had been more than he had ever experienced in his life, and more than he ever wanted to experience again. Holding both her wrists in one hand, he used the other to deliver a hard p across her ass. ¡°Stay still or I¡¯ll have to hurt you.¡± ¡°You bastard! You chained Melinda to the wall. You¡¯re not going to let us go!¡± He put his free hand on the back of her neck and pushed down so her face was hard against the metal floor. ¡°Shut up and lie still or I¡¯ll really get rough.¡± She was whining, but the words had ceased. He was sure that it was hurting her face, and, oddly enough, he did not like having to do that. Oscar would happily kick the shit out of one of the captives and enjoy it. But Matt was not as sadistic as his balding aplice. Not that he would have hesitated to screw either of these two; that was fine and good. But why hurt them more than you had to? Heaven knows he was sending them to a terrible life of captivity and pain, but why add to that and personally hurt them if it was not necessary? Oscar had just finished inserting a rubber ball gag into the girl¡¯s mouth and strapping it tightly in ce, so he came over to help Matt. Together they easily bound the woman¡¯s hands behind her back, then the ankles, and finally turning it into a nice, tight hogtie. The woman was crying now, but at least that was better than having her scream at him. The ropes prevented any struggles, so it was easy to move her over near the wall and lock her neck to an anchor ring with another chain and padlock. ¡°You drive,¡± Matt told Oscar, who grunted and mmed shut the van door. A momentter the van was moving, leaving the disabled car and some signs of a struggle if one could read the marks in the dirt. With the closing of the door, the overhead light went off, but Matt pulled out a small shlight and shone it over the woman he was kneeling next to. He noted that she was dressed much the same as the younger one, short skirt, high heels, tank top with a lot of breast showing. Now that he had the time to think about it, he wondered why these two women of obviously different ages, were riding together. This woman seemed to be in her early thirties, still attractive and with a fine body. The other one couldn¡¯t be much more than twenty. Looking at the woman, he took a guess. ¡°Melinda is your daughter?¡± he asked. The woman sniffed. ¡°No. Well, yes. She¡¯s my stepdaughter,¡± she finally said. Then, ¡°Look, do what you want to me, but let her go. I¡¯ll cooperate with you. If it is money you want, I can arrange for it.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll get plenty of money for you two,¡± he told her. ¡°And you don¡¯t really think that we¡¯ll let either of you go free? You¡¯ve both seen our faces. Don¡¯t you watch enough cop shows on TV? Once you¡¯ve seen the kidnappers¡¯ faces, you can¡¯t be let go.¡± Heughed. ¡°That¡¯s why I grabbed you. All we originally were after was the girl.¡± He patted her ass and groped a feel of one breast. ¡°Nice and firm. I can promise you this,¡± he continued, ¡°you won¡¯t be killed or anything like that. You¡¯re too valuable alive.¡± The woman did not reply to that statement, but she did feel a very cold shiver race down her body at his words. She could not be sure what he meant but it did not sound good. ¡°I have money,¡± she tried one more time. ¡°I¡¯ll see that you¡­¡± ¡°Forget it. We¡¯ll get plenty of money when we turn you over to the boss. And we don¡¯t have to y no stupid and dangerous ransom game.¡± She said nothing, but fearful thoughts were bouncing around her mind. What the hell were they nning to do to her and her step-daughter? As he was fitting a ball gag into her mouth, she was very sorry that she and Melinda had decided to go to that party. Chapter 2: Accepting the Goods Chapter 2: epting the Goods Chapter 2: epting the Goods ¡°We got what you asked for - and a little bonus, too.¡± Matt tried to sound proud for having exceeded expectations but, in truth, he was afraid. Their boss was a harsh man who did not tolerate any deviation from orders. The van was parked inside of a modest warehouse in an area of many small businesses. It was, however,te at night and the area was deserted save for an asional private patrol car that came by once an hour. ¡°Oh?¡± the boss man said quietly. Matt swallowed. ¡°We was lucky,¡± he blurted out. ¡°We were picking up this young blonde, just like you ordered, when the other woman popped out of the car and saw us. We grabbed her, too. Nice looking dame, she is. I¡¯m sure you can sell her.¡± ¡°Open the door,¡± came the curt order. Matt hurried to obey, sliding the van door wide open. Within, the two women were lying on the floor, still hogtied, gagged and chained to the wall. The younger one was awake now, and staring around with eyes widened by fear. For a long minute the boss simply stared at the two tied woman, noting many things about them, from the nice legs showing to the firm breasts and long blonde hair. Then he turned to Matt. ¡°Why did you grab that one?¡± he asked, pointing to the older woman. ¡°They were both in the car. That one must have been in the backseat. Or something. She got out and we had to grab her too.¡± ¡°Two girls together are usually the same age,¡± the boss said. ¡°She says she¡¯s the other one¡¯s step mother.¡± For long, agonizing moments the boss simply stared at Matt, his face an unreadable mask. Then he spoke, ¡°The orders were to take one young, slender blonde. I did not ask for an older bitch, did I?¡± ¡°No, sir. But¡­ I know you¡¯re just filling an order, but couldn¡¯t you just hold on to her, sort of like an inventory? Until you find a buyer?¡± The boss grunted but turned back to the van to nce once more at the two helpless women lying there. ¡°You¡¯re lucky, Matt,¡± he finally said. ¡°I don¡¯t maintain an inventory of girls like a car dealer has a lot full of cars. Well, not usually. But, as it happens, I have an outstanding order for a mother and daughter pair. I guess step-mother and daughter will fill that.¡± Matt sighed with relief. ¡°But¡­¡± the boss continued, ¡°Just got a new order. I need a redhead. Go get one. And, Matt, only one. Right?¡± ¡°Yes, sir. We¡¯re on it.¡± Matt and Oscar hurried to unload the van, dumping the women none too gently on the concrete floor, then getting into the van. A fourth man standing by the vertical lift metal door pressed a button and the door opened to allow the van to exit. N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°Prepare them for transport,¡± Thomas Crofton told his right hand man, Rocky. ¡°We¡¯ll take them to the safe holding house while I contact his lordship.¡± Rocky was dragging over a wooden shipping crate while Crofton checked the ropes and gags on both women. The younger one tried to talk to him but he ignored her. The other just looked at him with fear in her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re lucky,¡± he told her. ¡°You two won¡¯t get separated.¡± Darlene looked up at a rather handsome man in his early forties or so, ck hair and a van Dyke beard trimmed to a point. He was smiling. ¡°Yes,¡± he went on, ¡°this is your lucky day.¡± A wooden shipping crate was dragged up alongside the younger one. Grabbing arms and legs, the two men easily lifted her up and set her down inside the crate. Apparently she did not want to go in there, for she struggled with all her might to fight them, a useless effort, of course. It almost looked as if the crate had been made specifically to amodate a hogtied girl of that size. In a way, it had. There was a selection of such crates. All Rocky had to do was select the right size. They put the older woman into the another crate, then closed the lids and padlocked the hasps. There were air holes in the crate sides. Another van was brought up, one with letters on the side proiming ¡°Secured Transport Service,¡± a little pun that amused Crofton. They loaded the crates inside and closed the door. ¡°Take them to the Winston house and tell Arnie to hold them until I call. Tell him I want a full set of photos emailed to me as soon as possible. I have a buyer to interest in this pair.¡± ¡°You got it.¡± ¡°You know, it¡¯s kind of funny,¡± Crofton said with a smile. ¡°Those two jackasses don¡¯t have a hell of a lot of smarts between them. Still, they can fall into a pile of shit ande up smelling like roses. In this case, they were lucky that I have a client who wants a pair like this. Otherwise I might have to consider removing them as employees.¡± Rocky grinned. ¡°Yeah, they¡¯re lucky, boss. Real lucky.¡± Chapter 3: Smile for the Birdie 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. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. ¡°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. Chapter 4: The Purchase Chapter 4: The Purchase Chapter 4: The Purchase Owned by N?velDrama.Org. ¡°I dare say,¡±mented Sir Sedgewick Harcourt as he viewed the photos on theputer screen. ¡°I dare say,¡± he repeated. Since there was no one else in the room, he must have been talking to himself. ¡°That¡¯s a bit of all right, now,¡± he added. The photo was of Darlene Fisher, a tall, flesh colored shape against a white background and sporting white ropes wrapped around her legs in two ces. He looked at the breasts pointing towards the camera and added, ¡°Quite all right. Good show.¡± He did not stop to study the next few photos for they were simply more of Darlene. But he stopped when he came to the first photo of Melinda. The youthful woman was ring at the camera, showing considerably more spirit than the older one. But the breasts were the same: firm and standing right up. Her hips were a little narrower, as would be expected of a much younger woman. It was hard to tell with the gag in her mouth, but her lips seemed to have that slightly pouty look that some people call ¡°kissable.¡± Sedgewick leaned back in the over-stuffed leather chair and pursed his lips. This was exactly what he had been looking for. He congratted himself on putting in an order with that American chap. Crofton hade through for him in good style. Crofton, he mused, had to be an English name originally. But then many of the colonists had good old English names. He continued to stare at the very pretty young woman as he searched his memory. Ah, yes, it came to him. Old English, Croeft or small farm, plus Tun for dwelling. So it meant dwellers by or on a small farm. It amused him to find the derivation of old names. Likewise the family crests, which in this case, he remembered as being blue and yellow with a lion rampant and a knight¡¯s helmet. But he doubted this American cared about such things. Sir Sedgewick leaned forward and clicked a few keys on theputer. The photos disappeared and he typed, ¡°eptable. Call me to arrange a price. Hope you¡¯re not greedy, as you werest time.¡± Then he signed it and sent the email on its tiny electronic wings to cross the ocean and a couple thousand miles ofnd beforending in Crofton¡¯s computer. Then he brought up the photo of the younger one again, leaned back in his chair, and commented to no one, ¡°Isn¡¯t science grand!¡± * * * * * Crofton, who well knew his family crest and had a very nice copy on his wall, read the email with approval. But then, he had expected nothing else. Sir Sedgewick had made his wants explicit and Crofton, via the bumbling of his agents, had filled them to a ¡°T.¡± He typed in a response, naming a price that he knew would be too high. Had to let the old boy in Ennd argue him down. He would get the amount he wanted, no question about that, but Sir Sedgewick just had to feel he was getting a bargain. So many people are like that. It matters not how much they paid, only so long as they thought they were getting a good deal. Crofton had looked up Sir Sedgewick and found that he got his knighthood mainly for mary contributions to the country¡¯s economy. His businesses were generating a considerable inflow of money, which the government then taxed the hell out of. He put in a phone call to Arnie, advising him that the two new ves would be shipped out the next day and to get them ready. Then he made some other calls to arrange for their shipment. The transportation of human bodies into other countries had to be done carefully. There was too much tracking of ships, aircraft and inspections of cargo to do it casually as had been done in the past. Most of it was searching for drugs and terrorists, but it did make it harder to slip an asional female past those guarding the borders. Still, if you were clever¡­ Chapter 5: A Shower and Breakfast but no Freedom Chapter 5: A Shower and Breakfast but no Freedom Chapter 5: A Shower and Breakfast but no Freedom Late that morning, Arnie hade into the bedroom, flipped on the light and announced ¡°up and at ¡¯em.¡± He was not greeted warmly. Before falling asleep earlier that morning, Darlene had talked to Melinda, apologizing for the situation they were in, telling her that she should take heart, that they would be rescued - although she failed to identify who was going to do it or when. Melinda, having had the gag left in as a punishment for her struggles, did not reply. In the darkness, after Darlene had run out of encouraging words to say, she heard her daughter crying and felt like doing the same herself. Both of them blinked at the sudden light. ¡°Please,¡± moaned Darlene, ¡°get these ropes off. I can¡¯t feel my hands. I hurt all over.¡± Arnie, in cheerful spirits, lifted Melinda¡¯s chin so he could look her in the eyes, and said, ¡°You have a nice little sleep? Oh, my, it looks like you been crying. Now, before I give you breakfast, you want to promise that if I take the gag out, you¡¯ll be quiet and not make no fuss?¡± Melinda, who had actually gotten very little sleep, what with the pains from the tight ropes and all, plus terribly aching jaw muscles from having that rubber ball crammed into her mouth all night, nodded. To get that damned gag out, she probably would have promised anything, even her first born - should there ever be one. Arnie grunted and unstrapped the gag. He had to pull it out of her mouth; it was stuck. She moaned for a while, but even when her jaw stopped aching terribly, she said not a word. This young woman was so very scared that she was in almost constant fear. Arnie began untying the ropes that were holding Melinda down to the bed frame. He took his time, carefully untying each knot, then coiling up the rope and putting it on a peg on the wall. When he had all the ropes gone save for those holding her arms together behind her back, he brought out a pair of handcuffs and locked them on her wrists and another pair on her ankles. Only then did he remove the rest of the ropes. There were deep indentations and redness where the ropes had dug into her flesh. From her moaning, he could tell she was feeling the torment of returning cirction. Arnie was something of an expert at this binding of females. Tight enough to hurt, to be absolutely secure and escape-proof, but not so tight as to cause permanent damage. Darlene¡¯s ropes were removed next, apanied by the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. She whined as her hands came back to life and some tears rolled down her cheeks. He waited patiently until he thought they had recovered enough to walk, then grabbed a bare arm on each and bid them follow him from the room. Walking on ankles joined by normal handcuffs was hard. The short chain between them allowed for only very short steps and the hard metal snubbed the ankles with each one. It took them a while to learn how to walk without hurting themselves. The first order of business was a bathroom. It was a very normal bathroom, save for one ring screwed into a wall near the door. There was a short chain and a padlock sitting on the counter. It took only a few seconds for him to circle Melinda¡¯s neck with the chain and lock her to the wall. She could stand there, but not move her neck more than a couple inches from the wall. He then pulled back the shower curtain and lifted Darlene into the tub. She stood there, naked and handcuffed, not quite believing what was happen to her. He turned on the water. The nozzle sted cold water onto her. She cried out and would have fallen from her reaction to the icy water had not Arnie expected that and held her arm. He adjusted the water until the stream wasfortably warm. Then he took a washcloth and a bar of soap in his hands. ¡°You¡¯re not going to do that, are you?¡± gasped Darlene. ¡°Sure am! You want to be clean, don¡¯t you?¡± Owned by N?velDrama.Org. ¡°But I don¡¯t want to be touched by a man!¡± ¡°You one of them lez gals?¡± he asked. ¡°Most women like a man touching them.¡± He was starting at the top, washing her neck and face. He was gentle about it, and made sure she closed eyes so as not to get soap in them. Then he began working down her body, soaping then rinsing. As he massaged her breasts considerably more than needed to assure their cleanliness, hemented, ¡°Now don¡¯t that feel good? ¡¯Course it does. I used to wash my wife like this all the time - ¡¯til she run off with that no good Carl Benson. I heard he lost a lot of money in the dot stocks, whatever that was. Served him right. I kinda liked that woman.¡± When he was finished with her feet, he turned off the water and began toweling her down. This was a very new experience for Darlene Fisher, standing naked and shackled while a strange man touched her body all over. He had taken liberties with her sexual parts, but oddly enough was no rougher than her husband had been with his groping, especially when he got drunk. She would not come out and say it, but in a way it was pleasant. Her husband would never have considered doing that for her. Still, she repressed the urge to thank him when he was finished and had lifted her out of the tub. As he unlocked Melinda¡¯s neck, Darlene was shuffling over to take her ce without orders. She knew that this man would want her chained to the wall while he showered Melinda, so why fight him? Melinda squirmed as he picked up her body and set it down in the tub. ¡°Why can¡¯t you just unlock my hands and let me do it?¡± she demanded. ¡°Leave my feet locked and I can¡¯t get away.¡± ¡°Would you deny an old man a few simple pleasures?¡± he said. ¡°Just a little grab here and a rub there. ¡¯Tain¡¯t much, after all.¡± The water, now cooler than it had been, sted over her nudity, evoking a cry of distress. But the water resumed its former temperature, and quickly enough Melinda was having the first bathing done for her since she was a baby. She did not like it then, and she did not like it now. After several protests, including choice words that a youngdy should not know, he finally told her, ¡°Shut up, or I¡¯ll shove this soap in your mouth and tie it in. Make for a good gag for a foul mouth like you.¡± She must have thought he would do it, because she shut up. But she still made it obvious she did not like it. With both of them dried off and nice and clean, he directed them to shuffle back into the bedroom. There, he made each sit on their beds. He unlocked the handcuff from Melinda¡¯s feet. As soon as the last cuff was off, she tried to kick him in the head. It might have worked, but for the fact he was expecting it and caught her ankle in one strong hand. He then pulled her leg around and put the ankle down on the metal bar across the foot of the bed. Reaching down with the other hand, he grabbed her other ankle and brought them together on the bar. Before she could react, he was wrapping rope around her ankles and the bar, securing her feet solidly to the foot of the bed. When her ankles were tightly bound to the bar, he tied it off and then went to Darlene¡¯s side. ¡°You gonna try to kick me, too?¡± he asked. ¡°No. I¡¯m hungry. You said you would feed us.¡± ¡°I did and I will. Now put your feet up on the bed here.¡± He removed the handcuffs and bound her ankles to the bar as solidly as Melinda¡¯s were. Then he patted her on the knee and told her to wait right here, that he would be back. Before leaving, he took some time to ogle the two pubic patches on disy. ¡°You¡¯re different,¡± he said, as if surprised. ¡°You¡¯re blonde,¡± he said pointing to Melinda. ¡°And you¡¯re brte. Oh, guess that¡¯s ¡®cause you ain¡¯t real mom and daughter. Just step mom. Or something.¡± Then he left them. Alone, but each bound to a bed, Melinda immediately started to struggle. She tried to reach down with her hands to the ropes on her ankles. But even with bending her legs she could not quite reach them. ¡°Damn that man!¡± she cried in frustration. ¡°I¡¯ll kick that asshole right in the balls! I¡¯m going to enjoy seeing him fry in the electric chair!¡± Darlene did not bother to point out that the electric chair had been reced by lethal injection years before. Shey back and listened to her stomach making gurgling noises while she awaited breakfast. Arnie came back ten minutester, carrying a tray in each hand. The smell of fried eggs and bacon made both women sit up and pay attention. He put the trays down and unlocked each set of handcuffs. As both sat there, rubbing their wrists, he offered them each a tray of food. Darlene dly took hers and began eating. Melinda red at him and looked for a moment as if she would like to knock the tray out of his hand. But then she took the tray and set it down on her legs. Both of them ate from trays setting on bare legs. The food was of good quality, if not over abundant. The eggs were fried, the bacon crisp and the toast came with a small disk of butter and jelly. The utensils were a stic fork and knife, both small and totally useless as weapons. The tes were paper and not good even for throwing. He came back in a minuteter with a ss of orange juice for each. When they had finished, he took each stic tray and set them down on the floor. Then he reced the handcuffs on each woman, but in front not behind them. A short chain was then used to secure their hands up to the bar across the top of the bed. When both of them were stretched out on the bed, he told them he would be back in an hour or so. He left the light on when he closed the door. ¡°What are we going to do?¡± pleaded Melinda. ¡°This guy¡¯s crazy! He can¡¯t keep us prisoners here!¡± ¡°He seems to be doing a good job of it so far,¡± Darlene pointed out. ¡°Don¡¯t get yourself all riled up. We¡¯ll y along and wait for a chance. He¡¯ll make a mistake sooner orter.¡± ¡°When he does, I¡¯m going to enjoy beating the shit out of him with a baseball bat,¡± Melinda insisted. Darlene sighed and closed her eyes. Being clean and having a meal in your stomach makes most anything seem not so bad. Little did she know what was in store for them. Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob A couple of dayster the phone call he expected came, but at a most inopportune moment for Arnie. He had talked Darlene into giving him what, in the vernacr, was termed a ¡°blowjob¡±. In exchange, his prisoners were to get better food and morefortable restraints. Darlene agreed mostly because she thought that she might gain some kind of an advantage if she sexually satisfied him. Actually, she would have agreed to spread her legs for him if it came down to that. Once a man has plunged his tool into a woman, she usually has some degree of power over him. Arnie, however, was used to prisoners trying that old trick and, besides, he was under strict orders not to screw the merchandise. Darlene was eagerly sliding her mouth up and down his shaft when the phone rang. Arnie uttered a curse, but pulled his so-so rod out of her mouth and stomped off to answer the phone. There was only one person who would be calling, and that was the Boss. ¡°How could you do that!¡±ined Melinda as soon as he was out of the room. Melinda was lying on the floor, naked as usual and in a pretty tight hogtie. Darlene was kneeling before a chair, the one on which Arnie had been sitting a moment before. Her arms were bound behind her and her legs tied together. She sat back down on her heels and sighed. ¡°I¡¯m trying to save us,¡± she told her Melinda. ¡°Yeah, sure. Like blowing him is going to get us free! You¡¯re being stupid!¡± Darlene turned to look at Melinda and smiled weakly. ¡°It¡¯s no big thing,¡± she said. ¡°I do it for your father all the time.¡± She sighed again. ¡°I certainly wish it was him instead, though.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe you!¡± Melinda eximed. ¡°We¡¯re kidnapped, stripped naked and tied up so bad that it hurts. And you think that blowing him will help?¡± ¡°Couldn¡¯t hurt,¡± was her meek reply. ¡°Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ! He tries to shove that thing in my mouth and I¡¯ll bite it off!¡± ¡°I suspect he knows that, dear. He didn¡¯t even ask you.¡± ¡°Fuck him! You should chomp down as hard as you can. While he¡¯s screaming his head off and rolling around on the floor, we¡¯ll find some way out of these ropes.¡± ¡°Then what would you do?¡± came Arnie¡¯s voice from the doorway. ¡°I got orders to keep you two in good condition. But was you to do that, I¡¯d be mighty inclined to chop off a few parts of your body. Don¡¯t think the Boss would be too mad. He¡¯d understand, being a man and all.¡± Melinda lowered her head, closed her eyes, and tried to ignore the pain in her arms and legs from the tight ropes and contorted hogtie. ¡°I just got orders to prepare you two for shipment,¡± he continued. ¡°But first, I think I¡¯d like you to finish off what you started.¡± He dropped his pants, sat back down in the chair, and looked expectantly at Darlene. She sighed and rose to a kneeling position. His penis was no longer rigid, but it arose from the dead rapidly in the soft interior of her mouth. A few minutes and he was grunting in satisfaction and Darlene was swallowing as fast as she could. Her husband always insisted that she swallow every drop when she did it for him, so she was used to it. Melinda made a scoffing noise but said nothing. His now limp rod tucked back away in his underwear, he pulled up his pants and left the room. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. ¡°What the hell does he mean ¡®shipment¡¯?¡± asked Melinda. ¡°He told us that we were going to be sold. I guess this means it has happened.¡± ¡°Oh, Christ, people don¡¯t go around selling other people today!¡± Darlene Fisher did not reply. Melinda might be rejecting the idea, but it seemed fairly obvious to her that something along those lines was exactly what was happening to them. It was not too hard to figure. They were taken by the two kidnappers to this guy and held here, and she had not heard a single word about ransom. That had been her first hope, that it was all a ransom plot and Burt would pay for their release. But she had not been forced to make any phone call to her husband and she had heard not a word about money. And Arnie had pretty much told them that they were to be sold. What bothered her most was what would happen to them when they met up with their buyer? The two days since their kidnapping had taught her one thing, and that was that they were not going to escape through their own efforts. They were both kept constantly bound or chained. They were never totally free, not even when the restraints were being changed. They only hope was that her husband, who must surely know they were kidnapped by now, would be able to find them. If he could. Chapter 7: Being Packed Chapter 7: Being Packed Chapter 7: Being Packed First, Mrs. Fisher was picked up and carried to the garage. There, she was set down on a table. There was only a single light bulb in the ceiling, so she could not see what Arnie was doing in the shadows until he rolled a cart into the light. Then she gasped, for on the cart was a coffin! A cold chill raced down her spine and she began to twist her hands in an effort to pull them out of the ropes. Of course, the ropes held her tightly. ¡°Oh¡­ Please¡­. No¡­¡± she stammered, eyes wide with fear. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry so. You¡¯ ain¡¯t going be dead. Just sort of pretending to be dead.¡± He chuckled. ¡°This is about the best way to get a body past airport inspectors and such. They don¡¯t really want to open coffins if the paperwork¡¯s okay. The Boss says he¡¯s done it many times.¡± It was a relief to not know that she would be killed first, but still she was very nervous. ¡°How will I breathe in there?¡± she asked. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. You¡¯re worth too much to let that happen. There¡¯ll be oxygen bottles in there with you. Be kind of interesting, tho¡¯, being locked in a coffin and all. I hear tell it¡¯s totally dark in there. And, of course, you won¡¯t be able to move much. Probably best if you try to sleep.¡± As he was talking, he was also bringing out some additional items from a cardboard box. He put those on the table next to the bound woman. ¡°Okay, first we gotta gag you. The coffin is pretty soundproof but the Boss says to add a gag. Open your mouth.¡± Darlene saw therge sponge in his hand and mped her lips shut. ¡°Oh,e on, Mrs. Fisher. It¡¯s going to happen so you might as well cooperate.¡± She still kept her mouth shut. Arnie, having been this route before, simply reached down with a free hand and took her nipple, already rigid with fear, between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. He also made sure that his fingernails were digging into the soft flesh there. Darlene cried out at the sudden pain and tried to twist away. He held his grip for a couple long seconds then let go. ¡°See? I can simply hurt you until you don¡¯t want to be hurt no more. Then you¡¯ll open wide.¡± Darlene whined and looked both angry and hopeless. She opened her mouth and epted the sponge, although not with good grace. It filled her mouth. ¡°Now close your teeth together,¡± he ordered. She did and found that the sponge was not hard topress. It did, however, push her tongue down. ¡°Keep your teeth tight together,¡± he told her. ¡°Makes this easier for both of us.¡± He then wrapped an stic bandage around her head, covering her mouth. He wound it as tightly as he could, half a dozen turns, then secured the end with a safety pin. Darlene was telling herself that this was not as bad as it could be ¨C at least, notpared to those ball gags that had been used on her. But then Arnie lifted a roll of silver-gray duct tape and began wrapping that around her head, over the stic bandage. He wound it tightly, covering all of her lower head from nose down to chin. When he finally cut the tape with a pair of scissors and smoothed the end down, her mouth was tightly sealed and there was absolutely no way she could push the sponge out. She found that speech was impossible; only a few noises came through her nose. Arnie then went around the table behind her and untied her arms. He legs remained bound, so there was not much she could do to fight him or try to run. She was rubbing her arms where the red pressure marks from the tight ropes showed as he moved the coffin closer. She could see that inside it there were nylon webbing straps attached to the bottom and sides. He picked her up and then set her down inside the coffin. At first she refused to lie down but his superior strength forced her down onto her back. Before she knew it, there was a nylon strap around her neck, pinning her head t down at the end of the coffin. She tried to push his hands away, but he again showed her how easy it was for him to hurt her already tender nipple, so she forced herself not to resist. Three straps went up and over her body, one above her breasts, one below and another at the narrowest part of her waist. They were pulled tightly, forcing her t against the bottom of the coffin. Each arm was strapped down to the side and bottom. Straps went around her wrists, above and below her elbows. When that part was finished, the top half of her body was immobile. Only then did he untie the ropes from her legs, immediately recing them with straps at mid-thigh, above and below the knees and again at the ankles. Those straps not only held her legs down to the bottom, but also clenched them tightly together. Darlene wanted to ask him how long she would be in there, but the noises she could make were not very loud, nor intelligible. He simply ignored her. All she could see now was the wood rafters of the garage and that one light overhead. Then she felt the coffin jerk and the light was moving out of her vision. When he halted the coffin, all she could see was part of a wall and the dimly lit wooden roof. She guessed by his footsteps on the concrete floor that he had left the garage. Immediately she began struggling against the straps. She pulled and tugged but the held fast. She tried to reach back with her fingers to where the straps on her wrists were secured but could not reach that far. She was still struggling uselessly when she heard Melinda cursing colorfully as she was carried, still hogtied, into the garage. She could not see but could follow what was happening by the sounds. Melinda was set on the table. Then the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was removed. But her arms were left bound behind her with the elbows tightly corded together. She could tell by the way Melinda demanded to have her arms also untied. Then she heard another cart rolling across the concrete, followed by a great cry of rm and disgust from Melinda. She had just seen the coffin, Darlene surmised. The grunting and cries of protest told her that Melinda was being picked up and set down into the coffin. She even heard the cart wheels slide against the concrete. Then there came a loud p sound. For a second there was silence, but Melinda quickly recovered and began cursing like a longshoreman. Two more loud ps sounded, followed by a sob and Melinda telling Arnie that he was hurting her breasts. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. After that, there were far fewer sounds, but she could guess that Melinda was being strapped down the same as she had been. From thements she heard, she assumed that he had first untied her legs and strapped them down before doing anything with her arms. If nothing else, Melinda was colorful in her description of Arnie¡¯s past, dirty sexual habits and hopes for future salvation. She included such terms as, ¡°Bastard,¡± ¡°Son of a Whore,¡± ¡°Asshole,¡± and ¡°Cock-sucker,¡± just to name a few. Arnie did not reply, but simply continued his work. Finally, just as Melinda was running down, he told her, ¡°Lift your head up.¡± ¡°Go to hell!¡± she told him. Immediately there was a yell of pain, and Darlene assumed that Melinda was having her nipple squeezed. The yelling continued for a second or two, and then subsided. ¡°Lift your head. Open your mouth.¡± Then came another p. ¡°That wasn¡¯t nice, trying to bite my fingers. You open wide and keep your mouth open or I¡¯ll put clothespins on your nipples and you can enjoy them for the whole trip.¡± There was some mumbling after that but no more cursing or orders. Darlene could imagine the sponge going into Melinda¡¯s mouth and the tape being wrapped around her head. She heard that distinctive ripping sound of duct tape being pulled off the roll. There was no sounds for a bit, and Darlene could imagine that meant that the gag was in ce and he was strapping her neck down so she could no longer lift her head. There was the sound of the cart rolling over next to her. Arnie¡¯s face appeared in her vision. ¡°You¡¯ll stay here until the vanes for you. I won¡¯t have a chance to say goodbye then, so I¡¯ll say it now. Lady, you sure give a good blowjob! I thank you for that. Too bad you two are getting shipped out so fast. We could have had fun.¡± His head disappeared. ¡°And you,¡± his voice came to her from the next coffin over. ¡°I don¡¯t know where you¡¯re being shipped to, but from what the Boss says, you¡¯ll be taught how to be a good ve girl. Get some of that wildness whipped out of you. Yup! You¡¯ll make a good ve girl once you¡¯re properly trained.¡± Arnie then left them, turning off the light as he went. Immediately Darlene heard the sounds of struggling and knew that Melinda was fighting the straps just as she had. The grunting and moaning and whining were the only sounds in the dark garage, and eventually they died down. The two of them spent almost four hours awaiting transportation. When the van came for them, two men they had never seen before ced green oxygen bottles inside the coffins alongside their legs, strapped them in ce and connected them with some kind of regtor device. Then the coffin lids were put on and screwed down. Arnie had been right, it was totally ckness inside the coffin. Darlene began weeping and wondered if she would ever see the light of day again. Chapter 8: Welcome to England 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. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. 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.¡± Chapter 9: Transferred to a Cell 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.¡± Owned by N?velDrama.Org. 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. Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation After a few hours, the two prisoners were surprised to be served a rather good meal. Their cell doors were opened and tes of hot food set on the bed, along with arge mug of hot tea. ¡°What the hell is this?¡± asked Melinda sarcastically as she viewed the golden brown lumps of something next to the rice. ¡°Well, poppet, that there¡¯s right off his Lordship¡¯s table, it is. Called Chicken Tikka Mas, it is,¡± she was informed. The smell was most attractive to the two women who had not eaten in a long time. Darlene began eating without hesitation, while Melinda was cautious about trying it. The lumps proved to be chicken, coated with a spicy covering and mildly hot. She ate it eagerly after the first taste. ¡°At least we won¡¯t be starved,¡± Melindamented, dryly. ¡°Tortured, molested, and who knows what else, but not starved.¡± Darlene did not reply, being too busy blowing on her tea to cool it enough to drink. Besides, there was really nothing to say. Their future was still uncertain and appeared to be totally out of their hands. At least, until someone made a mistake and their chance to run came. Half an hour after they finished dinner, two of the henchmen, as Darlene thought of them, came in. Each carried arge box, which he put down on the floor. The dishes were taken away and one box was pushed into each cell. ¡°His Lordship says you¡¯re to dress in these clothes, he does,¡± one told them. ¡°So get dressed right quick.¡± Darlene looked into the box, wondering what kind of costume his Lordship wanted her to wear. First thing she lifted out of the box was a pair of high heeled shoes, the kind with very narrow Stiletto heels and an ankle strap. They were shiny ck patented leather. Next came a pair of ckcy panties followed by a corset, also in ck. Then something Darlene had not seen in a long time: a pair of nylons, the old fashioned kind with a seam down the back! Darlene stared at them in disbelief. ¡°What the hell is this?¡± said Melinda from the next cell. She was holding up the corset. Her box held identical clothing. ¡°That is a corset,¡± Darlene informed. ¡°Girls don¡¯t wear them nowadays but there were all the fashion ¨C about a hundred years ago.¡± ¡°Well, I ain¡¯t gonna wear it!¡± Melinda eximed. ¡°I¡¯d rather be nude.¡± Darlene was slipping on the panties which, although not being very much cloth at all, did cover her pubic patch ¨C barely. ¡°Might as well, dear,¡± Darlene told her. ¡°I¡¯m sure they have ways of forcing us toply.¡± The grins on the two men watching them confirmed her assumption. Melinda put on the panties, and then held up the corset, staring in disbelief at theces down the back and the stiff stays built into it. ¡°How the hell are we supposed to put this on? And I still don¡¯t know what it is.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll help you,¡± Darlene said. ¡°If they will unlock our necks so I can reach you.¡± She looked to the henchmen with a question in her eye. ¡°Right you are, Miss. I¡¯ll take off those chains but you don¡¯t go trying nothin¡¯ now. Ain¡¯t no way you can get away.¡± Melinda looked suspiciously like she was thinking about kicking the man entering her cell to unlock her neck. But the other man was watching carefully and the guy with the key did not seem toox either. She suppressed the urge ¨C for now. When released, Darlene went around to her daughter¡¯s cell and held up her corset. ¡°Now watch, because you¡¯ll have to do this for me,¡± she told Melinda. ¡°A woman just can¡¯t put on one of these things by herself.¡± ¡°That¡¯s stupid!¡± professed Melinda as Darlene was loosening theces. ¡°Now turn around,¡± Darlene told her. ¡°This goes around here, like this. Now I start to pull theces in.¡± Lacing up a corset is not a quick job. Theces have to be worked just so and then gone over again and yet again to assure tightness. These corsets were designed to constrict the waist and give the wearer an ¡°hourss¡± figure. Melinda had a pretty good figure to begin with, but as the corset tightened around her and her waist began to shrink, sheined that she was not able to breathe with that thing on. ¡°You¡¯ll get used to it,¡± Darlene told her. ¡°Women used to wear these all the time.¡± ¡°Ufff! Hey, not so tight!¡± ¡°It is supposed to be tight.¡± She tugged on theces again and Melinda let out with a moan. ¡°There, now I¡¯ll tie these off and you¡¯re finished with that part.¡± ¡°How the hell am I supposed to reach those knots? They¡¯re too high on my back!¡± ¡°Someone else will have to untie it for you.¡± Darlene stood back a couple steps and smiled. ¡°You should see what you look like now,¡± she said. ¡°I¡¯m blue in the face ¡¯cause I can¡¯t get in enough air,¡± the teenagerined. ¡°Now you put on mine. Do exactly as I did with yours.¡± Melinda mumbled some nasty words, but loosened theces on the other corset and fitted it around Darlene¡¯s bare waist. She began pulling theces in. N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°No, tighter than that,¡± said Darlene. ¡°It has to be tight or it won¡¯t look right.¡± ¡°How the hell do you know about these damned things?¡± Melinda asked as she pulled. ¡°I wore one of these when I was in a school y back in college. It was about the¡­Ohhhh, that¡¯s right, pull those in some more. The y was set in the South just after the Civil War and all the females cast members had to wear them. Ohhh! That should be tight enough. Knot them off.¡± Melinda finished knotting off theces and stood back. For one of the few times since she learned to talk, she was speechless. The way Darlene¡¯s waist was pulled in and the curves it gave her were amazing, as was the way the top supported her breasts, putting them on disy rather than hiding them. When she could finally say something, it was, ¡°Gosh! Do I look like you do?¡± ¡°Yes, only better.¡± ¡°Damn! My boyfriend would go ape over this!¡± ¡°Hey, you two, quit admiring yourselves and get dressed!¡± came a gruff voice from outside the cell. ¡°I still can¡¯t breathe too well. Okay, what¡¯s next?¡± ¡°You put on those nylons.¡± ¡°These things? Looks like someone cut off the tops of a pair of pantyhose.¡± ¡°All the women wore those before pantyhose came along. Put your foot in there and pull it up. Careful not to snag it or you¡¯ll get a run.¡± Darlene was pulling on a nylon as she told Melinda how to do it. ¡°Now you connect the garters.¡± ¡°Huh? You mean these things hanging down?¡± ¡°Yes. Watch me. The top of the nylon goes in here and then this snaps in here. See? Do the same for the others. Oh, no¡­ You¡¯ve got your seam crooked. The seam in the back has to be straight down the back of your leg. See mine?¡± ¡°This is crazy!¡± protested Melinda. But she attached her nylons to the garters and made sure her seam was straight. She looked at Darlene then down at her legs. ¡°Wow! I don¡¯t know why, but this makes you look sexy as hell.¡± ¡°You look pretty nice in them too.¡± ¡°Now the shoes?¡± ¡°Right. Be sure to buckle the ankle strap.¡± With thest strap buckled, the two women, now dressed ¨C sort of ¨C stood to face the men. ¡°Damned nice!¡± onemented. ¡°Makes my prick hard as hell!¡± ¡°Me too. You sure we couldn¡¯t get a little piece off them? Won¡¯t take long.¡± ¡°His Lordship wants them brought up to the library. We ain¡¯t got time.¡± ¡°Shit! We never get to y with the best ones!¡± ¡°If you twodies will step this way¡­¡± the man with the keys told them, waving his hand towards a doorway. ¡°Whoa! Hey, how do you walk on these things?¡± Melinda almost fell down with her first step. Walking on those heels, which were so high that she was almost standing on her toes, was a skill she had never learned. Darlene was a little shaky on them, having never been in such high heels before. Together they took unsteady steps in the direction indicated. The next room looked like something out of a horror movie. There were whips hanging on the walls, many coils of rope here and there, and some other devices that were unfamiliar to the two women but probably something they would not like. ¡°His Lordship says you¡¯re both to be single gloved when we bring you up. So you first,e over here.¡± He took what looked like a long ck leather sack off the wall and loosened a set ofces down its back. Then he ordered Darlene to turn around and put her arms behind her back. She did, and felt him slide the leather sack over her hands and then up her arms. When her fingers were pressing against the pointed bottom, he pulled two straps over her shoulders and buckled them to hold the arm binder on. Then he began pulling theces in, starting with the end by her fingers and working his way up the arm to the top, which was a couple inches above her elbows. Then he began at the bottom again and went back up, pulling them tighter. Darlene could feel her arms being pushed together then pressed hard against each other by the encasing leather. Only when he could not tighten theces any more did he tie several knots at the top. Her arms were now encased in leather from fingertips to above the elbows, tightly held together all that way. Melinda said nothing as she watched this procedure, but she was impressed with what it was doing to Darlene¡¯s figure. The corset was one thing, but the pulling of her elbows tightly together made her breasts stick out. The two of thembined to make her look very, very sexy. Melinda was amazed. Then it was her turn. Being younger and more flexible, it was less of a strain for her to bring her arms together. In a few minutes, her arms were encased in smooth ck leather with absolutely no chance of her freeing herself. Dressed and bound, the two of them were led up some stairs, which they had to traverse very cautiously, what with no hands and tottering on those high heels. Then down a corridor and into a spacious room lined with books. Arge firece along one side held a crackling fire, and raindrops pattered against the windows. Sir Sedgewick Harcourt stood before the firece, a brandy snifter in his hand. Next to him stood a younger man, tall, regal of bearing and also holding a ss. As they approached the two, still very carefully because walking on a plush carpet in thin heels was not easy, they both noticed that the younger man was really quite handsome. His ck hair was cut short and his eyes were of an intense blue and almost sparkled in the firelight. ¡°Ah, here they are,¡± said Sedgewick. ¡°Reggie, may I present you with your birthday present!¡± Chapter 11: The Birthday Present Chapter 11: The Birthday Present Chapter 11: The Birthday Present The handsome younger man lifted one eyebrow, but otherwise gave no indication that he was surprised by that announcement. cing the brandy on a table, he beckoned with a gesture for them to step forward. Darlene moved first,ing right up to stand before the man while Melinda hesitated. ¡°Sir, we were kidnapped¡­¡± began Darlene. Her carefully prepared speech was cut off by a sharp blow with an open hand to the side of her face. She gasped and almost fell sideways. ¡°Do not speak unless told to,¡± he told her evenly. ¡°And you,e here,¡± he added, looking at Melinda. With firmly set lips and a frown, she took the half dozen steps over to Darlene. As soon as she was within range, his hand again swung into action,nding a stinging p to her left breast. She gasped at the unexpected pain, and then red at him. Harsh words of reproach were eager to jump to her lips, but she managed to hold them back. Still, the look she gave him spoke volumes. Reggie, actually Reginald James Harcourt, slowly walked around his birthday present, noting with undisguised delight therge, firm breasts and shapely legs so well disyed by the nylons and high heels. And the long blonde hair hanging down in back to cover the top of the single gloves. He also noted that the tiny panties could not hide the fact that these were real blondes. When he came back around to the front to stand again by his father, he tilted his head a bit to one side and studied the women carefully. ¡°Thank you. I am sure that the older one is not, but could the younger possibly be a virgin?¡± ¡°Ah, yes, your preference for virgin girls. Couldn¡¯t say, haven¡¯t checked.¡± Reggie turned to Melinda and asked, ¡°Are you a virgin?¡± Again there was that anger on her face for a second, then a slight shake of her head. ¡°Too bad. Would have been nice,¡± hemented. ¡°But virgins are so hard to find. Still, I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll have fun with them.¡± ¡°You were nning to leave tomorrow, right?¡± asked his father. ¡°Yes, I was going to inspect the Belfast factory,¡± he replied, then smiled and added, ¡°But now I think I¡¯ll change my ns. I think a little holiday at the hunting lodge would be nice.¡± Darlene knew that smile; it meant sex was on his mind. Melinda pretty much understood his intent also, and red hard at him. Nothing came from her mouth, but her thoughts were focused upon the desire to kick him right in the balls. True, she was no virgin, but then again she preferred to choose her bed partners. Being much less emotional about such things, Darlene offered a weak smile in return to his. She had been true to her husband ever since they married and had no wish to have sex with anyone else. Still, Reggie was a handsome man¡­ Reggie paused for a moment, staring at the two woman. ¡°You say that they¡¯re mother and daughter?¡± ¡°Well, not quite. I checked and that woman is actually the step-mother of the younger one. She married the young one¡¯s father when she was ten years old. But raised her for thest ten years. That¡¯s why there¡¯s not much difference in their ages. Hope this satisfies you.¡± ¡°Well, they¡¯re a fine looking pair. Guess step-mother and step-daughter will be good enough. I¡¯ll just pretend the ¡®step¡¯ isn¡¯t there.¡±N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. ¡°I¡¯ll call Bernard and tell him to prepare the lodge,¡± Sir Sedgewick said. Being busy businessmen, they did not often have the time to visit the hunting lodge located in the Scottish Hignds midway between Inverness and Aberdeen. Still, they kept a small staff there for those times when they could get away. The out of the way lodge was also a wonderful ce to keep girls, especially since the father and son¡¯s little hobby was a well kept secret from Lady Harcourt. The Lady was usually busy with her teas and socials, and spent more time in London than at their home in the New Forest, but the men still did not want to upset the wife and mother. ¡°Thank you. I¡¯ll take them back down to the dungeon before motheres in looking for you.¡± ¡°Good idea. Well, I¡¯ll go now. Have fun with your present,¡± Sir Sedgewick said with a wave of his brandy towards the two nearly naked and restrained women. ¡°Thank you again, father. I shall!¡± The older man left them standing before the zing logs. Chapter 12: A Few Rules Chapter 12: A Few Rules Chapter 12: A Few Rules Having owned girls before, Reggie already had a fair idea of the nature of these two. The older woman would resist but in the end she would give in easily; her resistance being more for show than anything else. She would quicklye to understand the nature of her very and ept it. The younger one, on the other hand, would be a problem. Not a long term problem, for there was no woman who could not broken and tamed, but a real handful in the short term. She would resist and mean it. It would take much carefully applied pain and training to make her into an obedient ve girl. Reggie almost licked his lips at the thought of the weeks and months of training and punishment he would have to inflict upon this young and beautiful woman. ¡°A few rules first,¡± he began as he picked up his brandy and then sat in a padded leather chair. ¡°You do not talk unless spoken to. You do not attempt any kind of escape. Attempts will be punished severely. As will any attempts to harm any member of my staff or myself. You will obey any order instantly and completely.¡± He finished off his brandy and stood. In two steps he was directly in front of Darlene, his face only a few inches from hers. The rigid nipples almost touched his silk shirt. ¡°Understand this: you are now my property. I own you. I may do anything I wish to you. Your previous life is over. You will not see any friends or rtives ever again. Is this clear?¡± He stared hard into Darlene¡¯s eyes. She could not meet his stare and turned her eyes down. Then he stepped over to Melinda. ¡°You understand this?¡± he asked her directly. Her eyes did not avert themselves, but instead red back with a fire she made no effort to disguise. ¡°You can go to hell!¡± she said through clenched teeth. Reggieughed in her face. Not a loud guffaw, but quiet chuckle that clearly said he understood her feelings and was not worried in the slightest about them. ¡°That may be¡­ Someday. But for now, I am your Master. The sooner you ept that, the sooner the pain will cease.¡± He patted the bare breast that he had pped before, almost affectionately now. ¡°By the way, any time either of you address me, you will call me ¡®Master.¡¯ Is that clear?¡± It was not hard to see the fear in Darlene¡¯s eyes. Fear, along with a certain touch of hopelessness. She whispered, ¡°Yes, Master.¡± Melinda said nothing. Reggie smiled. One of the helpers came into the room, somehow summoned by Reggie or perhaps told toe by Sir Sedgewick. ¡°Take these two back to the dungeon,¡± Reggie told him. ¡°Make this one secure butfortable,¡± he said, pointing to Darlene. ¡°That one, make ufortable. Oh, you can leave those arm binders on them. They¡¯ll be hurting by morning but it could be a lot worse. You two hear that? You¡¯re being treated kindly. I could have you strung up by your thumbs for the night!¡± N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. He chuckled again, either at the idea of the two of them hanging by their thumbs or at the look on their faces as they envisioned what that might be like. They found that descending the stairs in those high heels was in some ways worse than climbing up. With no hands to touch the walls or help with the bnce, both of them were ultra cautious with each step. Fortunately, the man escorting them did not hurry them. But then, it might not have been courtesy but a desire to look at those very nice breasts and shapely legs for as long as possible. Either way, they reached the bottom safely and were shown back to the same two cells as before. Darlene was ced in hers first with only the addition of that chain around her neck secured with a padlock. She sat on her small bed and watched as her daughter was made ufortable for the night. It was a simply arrangement for the young woman. Melinda was made to stand in Darlene¡¯s cell while the man fetched a chair that he put in the second cell. Just as Melinda was thinking maybe she would be tied to the chair, he unlocked the chain that had linked her neck to the ring on the wall, and then locked into a ring set into the ceiling in the center of the cell. He stood on the chair to reach that ring, and then removed the chair from the cell. ¡°Comes on in here,¡± he told Melinda. ¡°And stand right there, love.¡± When Melinda did not obey, he simply grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She yelped, but followed as he tugged on her nipple into her cell. There he wrapped the end of the hanging chain around her neck and locked in snugly in ce. Closing the cell doors and locking them, he bid thedies goodnight and was gone. Melinda looked as if she was about to cry. Her lower lip was trembling. ¡°Mom, this is terrible. They¡¯re going to make me stand up all night! How can I get any sleep that way?¡± Darlene shook her head. Even with her arms secured behind her in that single glove, she couldy her body down and would be able to sleep ¨C probably, if her arms did not get to hurting too much. But Melinda could take only a small step in any direction and could not even squat down. ¡°From what they said, we¡¯ll be taken somece tomorrow. Maybe you¡¯ll be able to sleep on the journey.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s wonderful!¡± eximed Melinda, angrily. ¡°These bastards will probably make us walk to that lodge or whatever it is.¡± For a minute she was silent as she gave a test pull on the chain. It was quite solidly secured. She would have stomped her feet in exasperation had she not been wearing those ridiculously tall high heels. Finally, in a much weaker voice, she said, ¡°Dad will be able to find us, won¡¯t he?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know, dear. But I¡¯m sure he¡¯s looking. So are the police. We¡¯ve been missed by now and our car has been found.¡± She sighed. ¡°Meantime, please y along with them. Don¡¯t fight them. You¡¯ll only get hurt.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t just let them¡­ Whatever it is they¡¯re going to do to us. That Reggie guy talked like he is going to hurt us. That¡¯s the way some men are, aren¡¯t they? Some men like to hurt women?¡± Darlene sighed again. Melinda was, of course, correct. Even Darlene¡¯s husband, a wonderful man and good husband, asionally like to spank her bottom until she was crying. But then they would have sex and it would be better than normal. ¡°Just don¡¯t do anything stupid, dear,¡± Darlene continued. ¡°Don¡¯t give him an excuse to hurt you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think he needs an excuse,¡± she said sadly. It was a long night for both of them. Chapter 13: Preparation for a Journey 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 ¨C indeed, should ¨C 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. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. 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.¡± Chapter 14: Knee High Boots Chapter 14: Knee High Boots Chapter 14: Knee High Boots The first of the things was a pair of boots for each. Each took her turn sitting on the chair while one man put the boots on their legs andced them up. The tops of the boots came to just over the knees and theces ran all the way up the front. It reminded Darlene of the single glove beingced up. The leather of the ck boots held her foot and leg quite tightly in its embrace. When she went to stand up, she found that the heels were almost as tall as the ankle-strap heels had been during the night. Her foot was back into an arched position. Melinda allowed the man to put both boots on her without resistance or objection. That might have been partly because the other man was standing right behind her and looked ready to jerk her hair again. The second thing was a cape. It went over their shoulders and was fixed in front of the neck with a sp. It was also ck on the outside but with a crimson satin inner lining. It felt both cool and smooth against their skin. When they stood, the cape closed around them, showing only tiniest of separation in front. If she sat down, it would open wider, exposing the nice white satin blouse and their ck, frilly panties, along with a lot of thigh. Again one man stood guard while the other left the room. He said nothing, and seemed to have lost interest in staring at their bodies now that most of them was covered. The capes descended to below the knees. When the other man returned, he nodded and they each took a woman by the arm and led them out of the dungeon basement. Up the stairs they went but the back stairs to the garage area, not the stairs up into the main house. There, a massive, ck and silver Rolls Royce awaited them. The air was cool and the sky overcast with gray. It smelled as though rain was againing. As they stood just inside the garage, both women were thinking the same thing. Their feet were not hobbled so they could run. Well, after a fashion, what with the high heels on those boots. But at least they could walk. They also considered the automobile. If they were going to be transported by this magnificent machine, there might well be a chance for escape! They would be out in public, not locked inside a coffin. All sorts of possibilities mighte up. If they happened to stop beside a policeman, they could yell for help. There would be people on the streets ¨C there had to be. All sorts of possibilities! Reggie came out. He was dressed for traveling, even to the neat bowler hat. He looked over the women standing there, nodded, mostly to himself, then ordered them put into the backseat. Each was helped into the back of the spacious auto and seat belted in. A uniformed driver got in behind the wheel. Reggie stood at the open door next to Darlene to address them. ¡°I know you think I¡¯m being foolish to allow you such freedom,¡± he began with a twinkle in his eye. ¡°But I know you cannot open the door and jump out, not with each of you seat belted in ce. And I have a way to keep you from calling out for assistance.¡± He held up a white ball. ¡°This is a golf ball, as I¡¯m sure you know. I am going to put one into each of your mouths. Like this.¡± He held the ball in front of Darlene¡¯s mouth. She looked at him with a puzzled expression but opened her mouth and epted the small, hard ball. Reggie leaned over her and presented a second golf ball for Melinda. She mped her lips closed and red at him. ¡°Oh,e on now. What harm can a little golf ball do you? It won¡¯t hurt you. Please don¡¯t make me hurt you to get it inside your mouth.¡± For a few long seconds the two of them looked into each other¡¯s eyes. Remembering the painful night of standing up, she gave out with an almost soundless whine and opened her mouth. The ball was popped into ce.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Reggie pulled back to address both of them again. ¡°You will find that so long as you keep the ball in your mouths, you will be unable to talk. Which is what I want. I have work to do and don¡¯t want to be bothered by chattering females. Of course, you could push the ball out of your mouth, but I have a way to prevent that.¡± He pulled what looked like a small cell phone out of his pocket. ¡°This is a control unit. It sends out a radio signal. Each of you has a receiver inside your vagina. When that receiver gets a signal from this device, it will emit an electrical charge between the two ends of it. That will be rather painful for you. I will demonstrate.¡± He pushed a button. For a very short time neither woman reacted. Then their eyes opened wide and so did their mouths. Two golf balls popped out, but also a pair of loud cries. Two female bodies went rigid in shock and pain. His finger came off the button. Both women were gasping. ¡°My God, that hurts!¡± eximed Melinda when she could get the words out. ¡°It was terrible.¡± ¡°That is the idea. I¡¯ve been told it is sort of a burning sensation but a strong shock also. Anyway, it hurts. Now, I¡¯m going to put the balls back in your mouths. If either of you pushes your ball out or even tries to speak, I will push the button. And hold it down. Can you imagine what that would feel like for five or ten full seconds?¡± Both women looked very afraid. ¡°Good, I see that we aremunicating.¡± He reached down and picked up the two balls. They both epted the balls into their mouths, but with frightened expressions. Reggie nodded and closed the back door. He got into the left front seat and nodded to the driver. The car silently and smoothly moved away down the gravel driveway, and the long journey into very began. Chapter 15: The Journey Chapter 15: The Journey Chapter 15: The Journey This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. With a gray overcast and drizzling rain, there was not much to see as the luxury auto drove north into the heart of Ennd. They passed small towns with quaint names such as Whitchurch, Worthy Down and Old Burghclere, and then round the edge of the City of Oxford before they were onto a sixne motorway, still heading north. On the outskirts of Manchester the car pulled off the motorway and a little way down a quieter road then into a small park. By then the drizzle had escted to a more noticeable but still half-hearted rain. There, under some ancient oak trees and with heavy drops tapping on the roof, they ate lunch. A pic basket provided sandwiches and drink. The girls were allowed to push the golf balls from their mouths, which, after holding them in for hours, was a wee change. They were hand fed by the chauffer, who broke off bite-sized bits of the sandwiches. Water from a bottle equipped with a straw was provided them. Then, with the simple meal over, the golf balls were again inserted into two unwilling mouths and the drive continued. During the journey, both of the women kept their attention outside the auto. Other cars and trucks often drove near them, even alongside. The chauffer made no attempt to prevent other traffic from cruising alongside them. Sometimes passengers in other vehicles looked into the expensive auto and noted two pretty blondes sitting in the backseat and looking back. The first few times that happened and eye contact was made, Melinda frowned and wanted so badly to spit out that ball and scream for help. The truckers and families and even children who looked in would probably not have heard her, and she was aware of Reggie and that damned button he could press and deliver so much pain. She never wanted to feel that kind of pain again. The trip was uneventful and really ratherfortable for them, when you consider the alternative of being tightly bound and boxed up in a coffin. With arms taped behind them, they were secured but certainly morefortably than those single gloves and ropes they had spent so much time in thest few days. Their legs were not bound and after not too many miles, Darlene moved her leg over to touch against Melinda¡¯s. It was not much, but at least it was somemunication when they could not talk. The only time that both of them came to a high alert was twice when they stopped for petrol. As the Rolls sat there, the chauffer filling the tank, both women were very much aware of the autos also in the station and the people walking around. Here were people walking only a few steps from them! People who could call the police. The temptation was great and Melinda came close to action. Only two things stopped her. One was Darlene pressing her booted leg against Melinda¡¯s. The other was Reggie holding the control unit. He did not even bother to turn around to look at them or offer a word of caution. He simply held up the unit for them to see. That simple little ck box with his thumb so near that button scared them. Melinda¡¯s mind was in turmoil. She feared the pain he could create within her vagina, but she also feared what the future might bring. For long, agonizing seconds she considered pushing the ball out and screaming her head off for help. He would press the button and she would be in agony, but maybe it would be worth it. If it led to their being freed. That was a big ¡°IF.¡± Finally, she realized that not only would she be suffering, Darlene would also. That single button could deliver agony to both of them. Still¡­ Then she realized that Reggie was watching her eyes in the rear view mirror. She just knew that he would be pressing that button before she could get out a single cry for help. With moan, she lowered her head and did nothing. The auto moved smoothly through countryside that became more rural as the miles passed. With the gray overcast and theing evening, there was less and less to see. Finally, they were driving through almost total darkness save for lights on buildings and passing cars. Not far into the journey, Melinda found her eyelids closing by themselves and her thoughts wandering. Several times she awoke with a jerk as her head nodded. She wished she could lean over far enough to rest her head on Darlene¡¯s shoulder and maybe get some real sleep. Darlene also nodded a bit. Her sleep had not been all that refreshing, what with her arms pulled so tightly behind her and those high heels making her feet ache. Several times Reggie looked back at them, but more often he was busy with paperwork of some kind and frequent cell phone conversations about business matters. It was still raining, perhaps a little harder, when they finally reached the hunting lodge of the Harcourt family. Having called ahead when they approached, the staff had the outside lights on and were ready for them. The car pulled into arge garage that had once been a stable, and halted. The lodge staff were standing by, almost at attention. There were only two of them, a couple in their mid-thirties. The man was slender, crew cut hair and a stern, military look. He wore a long sleeved ck shirt and matching pants. She was a short woman, hardly over five feet, dressed in a pale blue jumpsuit that looked almost like a pilot¡¯s flight suit. She had a turned-up nose and freckles across the cheek of her youthful looking, girl-next-door face. Her hair was of a golden-red and pulled back into a tight ponytail. The almost innocent effect was spoiled by a vivid scar running for several inches along her left cheek. Neither showed any emotions. ¡°Take these two downstairs. Feed them and make them semifortable for the night. I¡¯ll attend to them in the morning.¡± Reggie¡¯s orders were greeted with only a nod from the man. The Master handed the man the control unit then marched off without a backward nce at his new property, apanied by the chauffeur. Inside the auto, lulled by the warmth for the heater and the long drive, both women were sleeping. ¡°Well, look at that, will you?¡± said the woman when the door was opened. ¡°Two sleeping babies!¡± Her ent was American, an odd contrast to the man, who spoke with a Scottish brogue. ¡°Not for long,¡± he told her. Then he touched the button. Chapter 16: Rude Awakening Chapter 16: Rude Awakening Chapter 16: Rude Awakening Both bodies jerked against the seatbelts. Two pairs of eyes opened wide in shock. A momentter Darlene¡¯s head was jerked back against the seat and a strangled scream came from her mouth. Melinda spat out the golf ball and howled in pain. Her upper body twisted from side to side in desperate effort to free her arms so she could rip that horrible thing out of her sex. Her legs were thrashing around, kicking the fine leather of the seat in front of her. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. He allowed them to enjoy the sensation for a full two seconds ¨C very long seconds for them ¨C then let go of the button. ¡°Wee to Harcourt Lodge,¡± he said to them formally. Melinda was ring at him, panting and still shaking her upper body. ¡°What the God-damned hell are you doing¡­¡± she began to curse. He lifted the control unit so she could easily see it. Her mouth mped shut but her eyes continued to proim her feelings. Darlene did not move but her eyes clearly reflected the fear within. The seatbelts were unhooked and the women pulled from the car and made to stand before their new jailers. Their capes were taken off and tossed back into the car. They were studied from head to toe, by the woman with a slightly amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and by the man with no emotion showing. ¡°Very nice,¡± the woman said. ¡°Very nice.¡± ¡°They are a right fair looking pair,¡± he said. ¡°You know, the Master said that they are mother and daughter.¡± He didn¡¯t realize that the Master had lied about the true rtionship. ¡°Oh¡­!¡± The redhead licked her lips. ¡°That is interesting.¡± Addressing the two bound women, he told them, ¡°My name is Angus. However you will never call me anything but ¡®Sir.¡¯ Is that clear?¡± Darlene mumbled something. ¡°Ah, you still have your golf ball. You may spit it out.¡± She did, and worked her jaw for a moment as if it had grown stiff. ¡°I repeat: do you understand?¡± he said. ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± Darlene said. Despite hisck of visible emotion, she was very much afraid of this man. ¡°And you?¡± he said to Melinda. ¡°Yeah, I understand.¡± ¡°Good. This is Susan. She is my wife. You will address her as ¡®Mistress¡¯ at all times. There are only a few other rules you need to know. Escape is impossible; nevertheless, attempts will be punished severely. Resistance to any order will be punished. Speaking without permission will be punished. Any attempt to harm any person here will result in serious punishment. Failure to please your Master will result in punishment. Fail to please either of us, should you be ordered to do so, and you will be punished. Do you see a pattern here?¡± Melinda only red, but Darlene said a weak, ¡°Yes, Sir.¡± Susan was openly smiling now. She seemed to be delighted at the rebellion shown by the younger ve. That should have been a clear warning sign to Melinda but she missed it totally. Lacking the capes, dressed only in a blouse, panties and boots, and out of the warm auto, both ves were aware of the cold Scottish Hignd air. It made them shiver ¨C along with the dire prospects for their future. ¡°You, what is your name?¡± he barked, pointing to Melinda. She told him. ¡°And yours?¡± ¡°Darlene... Sir.¡± ¡°Very good. Melinda has twice failed to address me as sir when she spoke to me. For that, you will be punished.¡± Without further warning, he pressed the button. Both women jerked. Twin cries of distress echoed within the garage. There was fire in Melinda¡¯s eyes as her face contorted with pain. Darlene gasped, cried and fell to the concrete floor where she double up into a small ball and trembled as she whined. Melinda looked for a moment as if she wanted to charge the pair before her, but instead turned and took a step over to the Rolls where she began banging her hips against the rear fender. After three bangs, the button was release and Melinda copsed to the floor, gasping. ¡°Strange,¡± hemented casually. ¡°None of them has ever done that.¡± ¡°Notice how much it looked like she was humping the car?¡± Susan asked. ¡°Maybe pain turns her on!¡± Susan went to Melinda and helped the girl to her feet with surprising gentleness. ¡°Did that big, bad Angus hurt this little ve?¡± she asked in a tone as if speaking to a child. When Melinda was standing, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse and opened it up to reveal a fine pair of breasts. ¡°Oh, my, aren¡¯t those nice ones?¡± she cooed. Angus said nothing. He did, however, step up to Darlene and take her blouse in his hand. Not bothering with buttons, he simply ripped the blouse open. ¡°Yes, as I expected, much the same,¡± was his comment. He might have beenparing a batch of apples instead of two sexy women. ¡°Follow Susan into the lodge,¡± he told them, then, when Melinda looked as if she might refuse, he simply held up the remote control. She grimaced and whined, but stepped after Susan when she started out. They were led out of the garage and into arge building they could hardly see in the rainy mist. All that registered was that it was two stories tall and seemed big enough to qualify as a mansion rather than a lodge. The rain was cold against their bare breasts. Inside, their books made cking noises on the stone floor. A brief glimpse of a kitchen and then they were going through a small door and down stone steps that were both steep and poorly lit. Once again they found themselves having to step carefully because of the high heels andck of hands to hold the wall. As with the Harcourt mansion in the south of Ennd, there was a dungeon below ground; a cold, stone-walled, windowless ce designed to dampen the spirits of those kept within. There were, at least, electric lights, so their path was not illuminated by flickering torches. Form follows function, they say, and this dungeon was no exception. There was a main room with a modicum of furniture, mostly storage cabs and a few chairs. A couple ancient looking wooden doors led off from there. They were halted in the center of the room. ¡°What say we put ¡¯em in the ice box?¡± Susan said as soon as they were standing side by side. ¡°The Master would not like it if they were to catch a sniffle,¡± came the reply. ¡°But it¡¯s so nice to see them shivering and turning blue.¡± ¡°Perhaps you could make yourself useful by taking out the Shock Eggs?¡± Angus suggested. ¡°Can I whip them a little afterwards?¡± she asked as she went up to Darlene, pulled her panties down, and began working at the knot holding the rope around her waist. It was only with difficulty that she managed to work it loose, and then she was tapping the inside of her legs to get her to spread them. Darlene did, and a few secondster the rope was off. She had expected to hear that horrible egg fall to the floor but nothing happened. ¡°It doesn¡¯t want to leave!¡± Susan said cheerfully. ¡°Guess we can leave them inside the girls. Can I have the control thingie?¡± ¡°Squat down.¡± Darlene was surprised for a second by themand from the man, but then realized that it was the most practical way to get that damned thing out of her. She squatted, a bit awkwardly because of the high heel boots, and tried not to feel embarrassed by the movement. A little effort on her part and the egg slowly came sliding out. Susan caught it before it fell on the floor. ¡°These things are expensive,¡± she said as she showed it to Darlene. It was put on a cab to one side. Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table 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 shed 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 seed, and then we would have to punish you.¡± ¡°He means more than we already will,¡± Susan cheerfully chipped in. Melinda abandoned ns for a fight ¨C 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 ced 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 wereing 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 ck 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 toe up and over the bench and upant. 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?¡±This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. ¡°You know that the Master wishes new ves 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 thest one to leave. She turned back at the door to give onest 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 ng. A momentter 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 reced 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 simr 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 toe to the conclusion that silence was the best policy. The shocks thatnced 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. Chapter 18: The First Morning Chapter 18: The First Morning Chapter 18: The First Morning Both of the captive women awoke before anyone came for them. Nothing had changed with respect to their restrictions and the room was still totally ck. Darlene could tell that Melinda was awake by the tiny sounds of her yet again testing the straps holding them down. Forgetting the lesson of the night before, she began to speak. No sooner had the sound of her voice begun than the dark room was pierced by two loud cries. ¡°Don¡¯t¡­¡± Melinda began to admonish her, but her first word set off the electrical charges again and she mped her mouth shut. The tingling strong shocks ceased. Theyy there in the darkness and silence, save for the sound of their breathing, and wondered what would happen to them next. Darlene, for her part, was actually surprised that at least one them had not been taken to Reggie¡¯s bedroom. Darlene could understand if it were Melinda who would be taken first. She prettier, and eighteen years younger, even though Darlene was still a very attractive woman with a fine body. Time, aided by a lot of tennis and healthful eating, had been kind to her. Having had only one child had helped too. But they had only been strapped down to those benches and left that way all night. They could not share feelings, but both would haveined that they were hungry and had to go to the bathroom ¨C really badly. Eventually, the light sprang into blinding intensity and the door opened. As their eyes became ustom to the overhead light bulb, they could see Angus standing there, hands on hips, looking down at their nearly naked bodies. With hesitation, Darlene meekly asked, ¡°Please¡­ I have to go.¡± There was no shock, so the device must have been switched off. ¡°I¡¯m sure you do, darling, I¡¯m sure you do. And you¡¯ll get your chance right soon.¡± He began unbuckling straps from Darleen. With the final leather straps off, he helped her up to a sitting position. He left her arms taped behind her but untied the ropes from around her booted feet. Standing her on her feet, he turned her towards the door and pointed. ¡°First door on the left,¡± he said. Nothing more was needed; she knew what was behind that door. On wobbling legs she set off. Angus watched her walk through the door then turned his attention to the teenager. ¡°An¡¯ I¡¯ll suppose you¡¯ll be wanting to use the loo also?¡± ¡°Go to hell,¡± she told him. There was some heat in her voice but not as much as there had been right after her kidnapping. Days of being in harsh restraints had toned it down, but the hatred inside had not diminished. Had she not been bound with tape, rope and straps, she would dly have stood upon that bench and relieved her dder all over this grinning male. Instead, she held her tongue while he removed the straps. When the rope was removed from her ankles, she stood and, on unsteady high heels, walked away from him. She really needed to visit the facilities that he referred to as the ¡°loo¡± but she tried not to show her urgency. When she reached the loo, Darlene was trying to flush the toilet with her taped together arms and having little sess. Melinda walked up, lifted a boot and pushed down the lever with that. Darlene stood back to allow Melinda to sit down. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. ¡°There¡¯s toilet paper,¡± she began, ¡°but with my arms taped¡­¡± Melinda said nothing. She was busy with what she was doing. Darlene sighed and walked out to where Angus was standing and grinning at their difort at having to perform bodily functions in the presence of a man. ¡°Are we going to get some breakfast?¡± she asked him, both because of the hunger in her and a desire to draw his attention away from watching Melinda sitting there. He seemed to find it amusing that Melinda was ring daggers at him as she did what she had to do. ¡°Now,ss, I¡¯m a reasonable man,¡± he began, ¡°and you can speak to me all you want. But, since you two are ves, I think perhaps you should get in the habit of not speaking unless told to. The Master will expect that. An¡¯ me little Susan will, also. She¡¯s always looking for reasons to punish a ve. A word to the wise.¡± There came the sound of the toilet flushing, followed by Melinda¡¯s emergence into the waiting room. ¡°Feed us.¡± It was amand not a request from Melinda¡¯s firm lips. ¡°Now,ss, you¡¯ll be understanding soon enough the rules of your new life. You should no be talkin¡¯ ¡¯less you¡¯re talked to.¡± ¡°You can screw this whole new life thing,¡± she spat at him. ¡°When my father finds us, you¡¯ll be singing a different tune. He¡¯ll have police all over this ce. He¡¯s very rich and powerful. If he has to, he¡¯ll hire some mercenaries and kick your asses. You and Susan and ¡®Master Reggie¡¯!¡± ¡°Aye,ss, and how¡¯s your daddy gonna find you?¡± Chapter 19: Eating Like a Dog Chapter 19: Eating Like a Dog Chapter 19: Eating Like a Dog Melinda had no answer to that question except for a snapped: ¡°He will!¡± Darlene nudged her with a taped elbow in a silent suggestion to be quiet. ¡°Oh, boy!¡± came a voice from across the room. ¡°She¡¯s going to be punished now!¡± It was Susan. She was standing in the doorway, hands on hips and a vicious smile on her face. She was dressed in a ck leather catsuit,ced up the front from crotch to neck. High heeled boots, not unlike those still worn by the two girls, wereced up to above her knees. She looked very ready for a hardy B&D session. Or, more likely, a really intense S&M session with the new girls. Angus put a hand on Darlene¡¯s shoulder and said in a whisper, ¡°Told you so!¡± He was grinning while Darlene looked despondent and more than a little afraid. Melinda just red at the ck-d intruder. ¡°Bring them along. I¡¯ve their breakfast all ready,¡± Susan told Angus. His strong hands gripped two upper arms and pushed the girls towards Susan. They were led to another room on the same level, a room the walls of which were lined with tiles, as was the floor. That floor sloped slightly to one side where a large drain was. There was a short hose neatly coiled up on the floor by the door. Over their heads were four shower heads, pointing downward. There were no windows but there were vents in the ceiling. On the floor in the center of the room were two metal bowls containing a tan, lumpish something. ¡°Come over here,¡± Susan barked at Darlene. ¡°Put your foot up on the wall. Now hold there.¡± With Darlene¡¯s foot pressed against the wall, Susan began ucing the boot. Angus bid Melinda to do the same. She frowned butplied. She would have rather stayed dressed in something, even if only leather boots, but this was obviously a shower room and she did want to be cleaned. When both girls were bootless, Susan pointed to the two dog bowls on the floor and told them to get busy eating. They had five minutes only then the food would be taken away. Both of them were hungry but Melinda still held back. ¡°How are we supposed to eat?¡± she asked. ¡°We have no hands.¡± ¡°Those are dog dishes,¡± Susan said, cheerfully. ¡°Get down on your knees andp up your food like the bitch you are!¡± Melinda was about to issue a biting retort, but she held back when she saw the evil glow in Susan¡¯s eyes. She knew instinctively that this woman enjoyed hurting other women and would love even more excuses to do so. Besides, she was hungry. Darlene was already awkwardly lowering herself to her knees before one bowl. Melinda grimaced at the sight of Darlene kneeling over a dog¡¯s bowl and lowering her head. ¡°The clock is running, and it¡¯s a long ways to dinner,¡± Susan told her. It took a major effort of will, but Melinda took the few steps to the bowl and knelt down. Darlene was already eating. It was oatmeal. Lumpish, cold oatmeal, a traditional Scottish breakfast they call porridge. Well, they usually eat it hot but these two were ves, after all. Melinda forced her head down and tried to take a bite. The cold muck stuck together and resisted her efforts to break off a chunk. But she did. Oatmeal had never been one of her favorite dishes, but she could eat it. But a bit of brown sugar would have improved the vor considerably. On her third bite, Melinda suddenly gasped loudly and jerked up. Standing directly behind her, with a smile on her face, was Susan, a riding crop in her hand. There was a red spot appearing on Melinda¡¯s bare ass where the riding crop had been used. ¡°Better get eating. Angus is keeping the time and you haven¡¯t much left to finish your meal,¡± Susan said sweetly. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Melinda, being rather hungry, knelt again for another bite. Again the riding crop visited her ass and again she cried out from the pain. ¡°This is not a real whipping,¡± she was told. ¡°Master will give you that. This is just to punish you for¡­¡± She paused to think of a reason. ¡°For speaking without permission,¡± she concluded. Then she struck Melinda again. The pain was not great but enough to bring tears to the girl¡¯s eyes. She looked up to see Angus standing before her, leaning against the doorframe and holding a watch in his hand. He seemed to be enjoying the whole really stupid scene. Melinda snapped at the mush and braced herself for another stinging blow to the bottom. It did note. She swallowed, and was going for another when the dyed pain sprang into life on her soft skin. ¡°Time,¡± Angus called out. There was still half the bowl of oatmeal before Melinda. Darlene had finished almost all of hers. Angus walked over and picked up the bowls, then carried them outside the shower room. Susan followed him, closing the door behind her. On the wall next to the door were three knobs. She turned one of them. Inside, the kneeling women heard a sputtering sound that drew their attention to the ceiling. The showerheads suddenly spouted water sprays at them. Cold water. With a squeal, both woman struggled to their feet and tried to flee from the icy water. They immediately discovered that there was really no ce to hide from the water. The room was small enough so that the four faucets sprayed all of the room. From behind the closed door came Susan¡¯s voice. ¡°You have three minutes to clean yourselves.¡± It was followed by augh. Both of them were shivering immediately as the cold water pelted their bare skin. Melinda, being quick thinking, tried to rub the tape binding Darlene¡¯s arms with her own. The duct tape, however, was very sticky and the ends had been ced where she could not try to work on them. It was hopeless. Three minutes can be a long time when you are ¡°freezing your ass off¡± to use an American phrase. The two women huddled together in one corner and did all that they could do: they endured this form of torture. Melinda cursed loudly, not caring if she was heard or not. It seemed to her as if much more time than a few minutes had passed. Suddenly she realized that the water was changing. It was growing warmer. In a short time it had be lukewarm, then warm, and finally fairly hot. Or so it seemed to the shivering women. Melinda was the first to stand up and allow the hot water to race over her body. It felt wonderful after the cold. Darlene joined her. They positioned themselves to allow the water to clean and warm all of them. All too soon the spray diminished to a trickle, then ceased. The door opened. Susan and Angus entered, each carrying arge towel. The man immediately went to work on Darlene, rubbing her body down from crown to feet. The towel was very soft and felt wonderful. Darlene braced her legs apart to allow him to dry all of her. Meanwhile, Melinda was reluctantly allowing Susan to perform the same service for her. The woman did, however, not just dry but rubbed the towel excessively on Melinda¡¯s breasts and again between her legs. She took delight in squeezing those areas far more than needed. Angus had not been so rough but still enjoyed toweling down this naked woman. With both of them dry, they were led from the shower room and taken to the Master. Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip Chapter 20: First Taste of the Whip Owned by N?velDrama.Org. The Master was sitting at a desk, typing at aptopputer. He nced up at the two naked women as they were brought into the room but said nothing and went back to his work. The room was very much in keeping with a hunting lodge. There was a firece, wood paneled walls, a couple of trophy antlers mounted over the firece and a few leather chairs. There were also a couple bookcases filled with books that looked as if they had not been removed or even dusted in a great many years. Melinda was the closest to a window and she gazed at the scene outside. The mountains were not muchpared to the ones she was used to in California. On the nearby hills she could see pines. Closer by, there were silver birches, yew and oaks forming a forest, beginning just beyond the driveway. The sky was overcast and the day gray, matching her spirits. But she saw no one outside. There was only the gravel driveway and then the forest. If she could just get out of that house, she could disappear into the trees and might elude capture. They both wished they could move their arms. They had been taped together behind their backs for over twenty-four hours. There were annoying itches, possibly from the glue on the tape even though they wore those long gloves. The worst part, though, was that they could not move their fingers. The hands and fingers were taped t against the upper arms and quite unable to move. Not as bad as some of the bondage they had been put in, it was still very ufortable to have their arms secured in that manner for so long. Reggie continued at theputer for a long time. The two women waited, standing there, a slight but cold draft caressing their bare skin. Behind them, Angus stood between them and the door they had come in. Eventually their Master looked up. Folding down the top of theputer, he stood and walked around the desk to view this birthday present. ¡°I see by your wet hair that Angus and Susan have given you a shower,¡± he said with a faint smile. ¡°That is good.¡± He walked around them, noted but did notment on the redness where Susan had struck Melinda¡¯s ass, then stood before them again. ¡°I am going to introduce you to a old tradition at Harcourt Lodge. It is customary for the master of the lodge to whip a new ve as soon as he or she arrives. I allowed you to sleep the night first, but it would not be right to dy your wee any longer. Angus, please take them and prepare them.¡± ¡°Right you are,¡± Angus said, and suddenly a strong hand was upon each bare arm, pulling the women towards the door. Darlene walked with her head down. She had no doubt that their Master meant what he said. She was going to be whipped. How much it would hurt she had no idea, but she suspected it would be a lot. Melinda stared at Angus with a strange mixture of fear and disbelief on her face. Surely that Reggie bastard was not serious! A whipping? Like her bottom was not already sore from that whipping Susan had given her over breakfast. Yet a part of her mind calmly told her that the riding crop had not been a serious whipping and that what wasing would probably be a whole new level of pain. Of course, that little part of her mind was totally correct, but Melinda had nothing in her experience to understand its meaning. The room they were taken to was downstairs, not far from the room where they had spent the night. It was a simple ce, a square room about twelve feet on a side and windowless. The walls were bare stone and the floor concrete that was cold beneath their bare feet. Instead of a single overhead light, there were several lights in the corners up high. When switched on, they provided ample light over the whole room. ¡°Normally you would be hung by your wrists for this whipping. But I wish to leave you taped up for now, so we¡¯ll modify that part a bit. Angus, if you please.¡± As they watched, Angus went to a box in one corner and came back with a length of thick hemp rope. It was brown in color and much thicker than the ropes that had been used on them before. He fashioned a small loop in one end and then pulled the other end back through it to make a sliding loop. That he ced over Darlene¡¯s head and pulled it snug around her neck. Next to the box was a small chair. He pulled that over and stood on it to thread the rope through a ring attached to a wooden beam in the ceiling. He tugged on the rope until Darlene was up on her toes, and then tied it off to a wall cleat. The process was repeated with Melinda. The younger girl did not cooperate as the older woman had, and had to be pulled over under the ring. With no hands to fight, she could not prevent the loop from being ced over her head and tightened down. As Angus threaded it through the ring and pulled on it, her fright-filled eyes looked to Reggie then back to Angus. When he backed off, she was left standing there, the rope firm around her neck but not so tight as to inhibit breathing. She was, however, standing on her toes to prevent that from happening. Reggie walked around them slowly, enjoying both the naked bodies and the look of fear in their eyes. When he put out his hand, Angus ced a whip in it. It was made of ck leather braided into a three foot long, the tapering weapon wicked enough looking to strike fear into the heart of anyone. Darlene closed her eyes and would not look at it. Melinda stared at it in shock. ¡°You can¡¯t mean to use that on us!¡± she said, the words having trouble getting out of her mouth. ¡°I do mean to and will,¡± he said calmly. ¡°Please feel free to scream if you wish. There is no one here save Angus and Susan and myself to hear you.¡± Hezily swished the whip back and forth a few times to get the feel of it. Then he positioned himself behind Melinda. She twisted around on tiptoes to face him. ¡°You probably would prefer this on your ass rather than your front,¡± he told her. ¡°No?¡± Melinda looked as if she was going to faint or scream at him. Her eyes were wide with fear and her breathing was almost a pant. If you looked carefully, you could see the muscles in her legs trembling ever so slightly. ¡°Turn around or I¡¯ll whip you across your breasts,¡± he said. Melinda shook her head. So quickly that she never saw iting, he swung the whip backhanded, striking her directly across both breasts. A scream began but was cut off. Melinda, reacting to the sudden and intense pain in her breasts, jerked backwards. The scream was cut off when the rope tightened around her neck. For long seconds she hung by the neck until the shock wore off enough for logic to take hold again. Then she put her feet down and sought to lift herself up on her toes. The rope from her neck to the ring went ck and the loop around her neck loosened ¨C just enough for her to suck in air. She strained to look down at her lovely breasts that were hurting so very much. She could just see a red streak forming across the tops of them, just above her nipples. It amazed her that the skin was already swelling up into a thin ridge of red flesh. ¡°Would you care to turn around now?¡± he asked calmly. ¡°Why¡­¡± Melinda whispered as tears raced down her cheeks. She did not mean to question why she should turn around, but why he was doing this to her. And he knew what she meant. ¡°Because I can. I own you. You are my property. I can do anything I wish to you.¡± The statements were met with an expression of disbelief. Blinking back her tears, she sniffed and said, ¡°You can¡¯t mean that. That just doesn¡¯t happen. And not in civilized countries like Ennd!¡± Reggieughed at her naivet¨¦. ¡°Honey, there are plenty of countries in this world where women are bought and sold and kept as ves. Even right here in Jolly Old Ennd.¡± He swished the whip back and forth again. ¡°Now, are you going to turn around or do you want all the strokes on your breasts?¡± Melinda frowned but began twisting around on her toes until her ass was avable to the man with the whip. No sooner had shepleted the turn than the whip swished again andnded on that bare ass. She cried out and jerked her body forward. She could not help it. The sharp burst of pain in her ass was more than she had ever felt, worse even than the casual stroke he had delivered across her breasts. Later, when she was much more experienced in such matter, she realized that he had held back on his first stroke. But those delivered to her ass were with the full force of his arm. The scream died off into a strangled cry as the rope tightened around her slender neck. Her body twisted around and she fought to get back on her toes. The next two strokes came in rapid session, evoking more jerking of her body and strangled cries. Once back on her feet, she shook her upper body violently as if she would shake the tape off her arms so she could protect herself. It was a lovely show, and Reggie applied the whip just enough to keep her dancing. Quickly, her ass was covered with red, swollen ridges of flesh. Tears poured out of her eyes to wet her breasts and the floor beneath her. She was finally able to keep her feet under her when the fresh strokesnded but she could not hold in the cries of pain. Chapter 21: Nasty Trick Chapter 21: Nasty Trick Chapter 21: Nasty Trick Reggie had not been keeping count. He was too absorbed in watching this lovely girl¡¯s reactions to the pain. Angus did, and the count was twenty-two when the Master stopped the whipping. He turned his attention to Darlene, standing only a couple feet away. Her eyes were closed and her face a mask reflecting the inner pain Melinda¡¯s suffering had created. She was not looking, but she sensed that he was now standing directly behind her. She braced herself for the pain. When it came, it was far worse than she could ever have expected. She cried out and jerked, just as Melinda had done, and just as any woman would. It was a terrible burst of pain, worse even than the labor pains of childbirth. She fought to get her toes back on the concrete, and when the next stroke came she managed to keep them in contact with the floor. She lifted up on them a little more but did not jerk so much as to hang by her neck. She was crying between the screams she could not keep in. After the tenth vivid welt had been applied, he stopped whipping her. Turning back to Melinda, he told her, ¡°Stick your breasts out. Way out. Come on, you can do better than that.¡± Melinda did not want to present her breasts for the whip. But the rope held her in ce and there was nothing she could do. He would whip her breasts whether she offered them to him or not. And ¨C perhaps ¨C he would whip them a little less if she cooperated. She thrust her chest out and closed her eyes. They opened wide with the shock of pain where she did not expect it. ¡°Arrrggghhh!¡± she cried even with the rope again tightened around her neck. For a second, she hung by her neck, her legs kicking out, face darkening and mouth wide open. Her feet eventually found the floor again and she struggled to loosen the rope enough to get air in. The poor girl had reacted so violently because he had not struck her across the breast. That would have been bad, but instead he tricked her and brought up the whip between her legs, striking squarely against her sex. He knew just how to do it so that the most sensitive nerves would bear the brunt of the impact and scream the loudest. Melinda wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Never had she felt such pain. It was even more than she would even have thought possible. The shock of it ran right up into her body, making her almost sick to her stomach from the pain. Turning to Darlene, Reggie calmly told her to spread her legs apart. Darlene¡¯s eyes opened wide as she realized what he intended. She looked to Melinda, sobbing loudly and with such suffering on her face. She looked back to Reggie as he stood there. With her lower lip trembling, she inched her legs apart while trying to keep on her toes and not hang by the neck. When she could no longer spread her legs wider and the rope was so tight she had trouble breathing, he nodded to her. The rope was pulling up so hard that her head was tilted to one side. For long seconds Reggie held the whip back, ready to snap it forward and up into her exposed sex. Darlene¡¯s eyes were locked on his. A terrible, wordlessmunication passed between them. To the side, Melinda watched through the mist of her own pain and in disbelief as this man prepared to whip Darlene between the legs. She wanted to say something, anything that might stop this monster from hurting Darlene as he had hurt her, but words failed. What could she say? What could she promise? Nothing. The arm swung and the stone walls resounded with the crack of leather hitting soft female flesh, immediately followed by a gasping scream. The scream died quickly, however, as Darlene¡¯s body went limp. The pain had been too intense; she had fainted. Angus stepped forward without being called. Quickly he shed the rope with a knife and grabbed the woman before she fell to the floor. He picked her up in his arms and carried her from the room. ¡°Well, congrattions, you took more pain without fainting. You¡¯re a strong woman.¡± He tossed the whip into the box. ¡°I¡¯ll be right back. You stay put.¡± Then he walked out. Melinda tried to cease her sobbing, but the pain lingered and she could not stop the tears totally. Alone in the torture room, she twisted her arms and body as hard as she could, trying to pull her arms apart by sheer strength of her muscles. The tape was stronger. She finally quit and simply stood there, not totally on her toes any longer because the rope had tightened enough to lower her a couple of inches. Angus came back many long minutester. He removed the rope from her neck and led her to the room with the benches. Darlene was already lying face down on a bench, her body again strapped down. Worried, Melinda wanted to ask if she was all right. Then she saw she was still breathing. As she was being strapped down, she could not help but shed a few more tears, not so much for the pain still lingering in her ass and pussy, but for the terrible life they were now condemned to. N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. Angus finished his work and left them in the dark. Melinda noticed that those electrodes were not attached to their nipples, so she spoke in the dark. ¡°Are you okay?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been better,¡± came the reply. She sniffed and sighed. ¡°Please, Melinda, don¡¯t provoke him. Just y along. Sooner orter we¡¯ll find a way to escape. Or your father will find us.¡± Melinda had doubts about that but did not express them. Her mind was trying toe to grips with the reality of their new life. The terrible, painful reality. Chapter 22: Sharon Whips Them Chapter 22: Sharon Whips Them Chapter 22: Sharon Whips Them They were left alone until almost dinnertime. It was good to rest after the ordeal of their first real whipping. Their bodies hurt, as was to be expected when the flesh is so abused. They talked some but it was hard to concentrate on most subjects when your body is sore and aching. Melinda¡¯s breasts especially hurt where they were pressed into the leather covering of the bench. But the worse ache was between her legs where their Master had so cruelly whipped her. Darlene said that her pussy hurt also, but Melinda was of the opinion ¨C and rightly so ¨C that hers had suffered more. When the light came, Melinda was surprised to realize that she had fallen asleep. Susan came walking around in front of the benches, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor. She was still wearing that ck leather catsuit but had added an ominous touch: a whip coiled and hanging from her belt. There was a smile on her face. ¡°You two have now been whipped by the Master. From now on I can use the whip to punish you as needed. And I¡¯m sure you two will both need a lot of punishing.¡± She almost purred as she said that. ¡°You think that your bottoms hurt now,¡± she continued, ¡°you just wait until I get to them. Master is a nice guy but he really doesn¡¯t realize how much a woman¡¯s ass can take. Or her breasts, for that matter. Angus says that you were whipped across the breasts. I love to whip a woman¡¯s breasts. I love to make a woman scream.¡± She was either deliberatelyying it on thick to scare them or she really was a world-ss sadist. Calmly, she removed the whip from her belt, uncoiled it and let the end trail down to the floor. It was a little shorter than the whip Reggie had used but still looked extremely evil. Both of the women were very much aware of how vulnerable they were, strapped down to those benches, their bare bottoms sticking up. Susan moved to the side of Melinda¡¯s bench. The frightened girl followed her with her eyes as she positioned herself just the right distance from that bare bottom for a good swing. Then her arm went back ¨C slowly because Susan knew Melinda was watching. When the arm came overhead and down, it was much quicker. The leathernded squarely on the two globes with a loud smack. Melinda screamed; she could not help herself. Pain burst anew on her rear and burned brightly. Her body jerked within the straps, and her taped arms lifted an inch then fell back down. Her upper body shook within the tight grasp of the leather straps, both in reaction to the pain and in anger. Melinda could not see it, but Susan could and was enjoying the fresh red line that was forming across both cheeks atop the whip marks left there by their Master. This fresh stroke was bing nicely swollen and red. Susan knew that the welt left by the whip would hurt for a few days, and then it would be another few days before it faded away. By then, she fully expected to be adding many new whip marks over it. On the other bench, Darlene grimaced and her body went tense as she saw her daughter react to the fresh pain. She could almost feel it herself. Which was not surprising since her bottom wore a dozen rtively fresh whip marks and was still very sore. Susan licked her lips. Such a beautiful sound a woman in pain makes. The agony in that scream was something she could listen to all day. And to see the muscles of the beautiful young body tense against the straps and tape was pure ambrosia. Long ago, when Susan was much younger, she had been tied down to a bed and beaten by a drunken stepfather who used a belt on her, the buckle doing most of the damage. The pain had been incredible and had impressed itself upon her psyche so intensely that it never really left. A part of her knew exactly how Melinda felt when that leather whip descended and struck her flesh. She knew the pain and felt it with the younger girl. But in the twisted way of the human mind, it was something that Susan craved. She savored it, wallowed in it when she could, and drank deeply of that pain of other women. To say that it satisfied something in her would be a terrible understatement. She craved it more than an addict craved drugs. Twice more she shed the whip across Melinda¡¯s bottom; twice more listened to the scream of pain, and twice more felt herself overflowing with the beauty of it. Had it not been for the Master and her husband, Angus, she might have let free reign to her feelings and shed that wonderfully smooth flesh until it was all swollen and torn and bleeding. A part of her mind told her that Angus would soon be there, following the screams if for no other reason. She forced her whip hand to cease abusing the quivering ass before her. Reluctantly, she turned to the other woman bound down to the bench and considered that bottom. It was marked up, yes, but nowhere as greatly as Melinda¡¯s. The Master had struck that ass with more force than Darlene¡¯s and Susan had added to it just now. Drawing back her arm, she applied a vicious cut across Darlene¡¯s ass. The blow had been unexpected because Darlene was intent upon Melinda¡¯s suffering. She cried out loudly, and her body jerked and went tense as Melinda had. Susan breathed deeply as if to suck in the pain floating in the air of that dungeon. It was an incredible feeling sweeping over her, as intense as a sexual orgasm, and not unlike it in a way. ¡°Enough!¡± came a voice from the doorway.Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 23: Saved Chapter 23: Saved Chapter 23: Saved Angus stood there, arms crossed on his chest, a fierce scowl on his face. Susan, breathing heavily, turned to face her husband. Anger red in her eyes before she closed them. Taking a deep breath, sheposed herself, forcing the wonderfully intense enjoyment to flee. Recing it, the woman with the whip in her hand became submissive. She lowered the whip, opened her eyes but kept them turned down, away from Angus, and said a quiet, ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Angus firmly took her by the arm and led her from the room, leaving behind him two weeping women. Eventually he came back. He removed the straps from the two women, allowed them to stand and stretch the stiffness out of the muscles. He said nothing about his wife¡¯s actions and they dared not bring up the subject themselves. Instead, they meekly walked as he directed to the room where the showers were. On the floor were four bowls, two filled with food and two with water. Angus pushed each woman into the room but said nothing. This was obviously their dinner and both were hungry, having eaten nothing since that morning. Darlene immediately went over and knelt down, grimacing as the movement stretched the whipped skin and produced fresh pain. Melinda followed. Both of them ate quickly, the lesson of limited eating time having been learned that morning. They drank dly of the water, not even noticing how much like a pair of bitches they looked. When the meal was finished, they both looked up to Angus. Would he now turn on the showers? Would he force a cold water shower upon them? And how would the stinging water feel against their abused flesh when it turned hot? They found out. He backed out of the room, closed the door, and a secondter the cold water was lancing down upon them. Darlene retreated to one corner where she tried to squat down to avoid the strongest of the water sprays. Melinda stood in the middle of room, spread her legs and defiantly lifted her face to the shower. After a few minutes the water turned warm then hot, and Darlene joined her in letting the water sooth their bodies. There was a sting where the streams hit the sore skin, and when it turned hot it reminded them of how burning those whip strokes had been when first delivered. The water stopped. For a while they looked to the door, expecting to see Angus, and perhaps Susan, come in with towels to dry them off. It did not happen. Instead there was a small rumble and then whoosh, and air was moving over them. The air quickly became warm and stayed that way. Instead of a toweling, they were being blown dry by airing in through one of the ceiling vents and exiting through another. This went on for several minutes, enough to dry their bodies and almost dry their long hair before it ceased. Then the door opened and Angus came in to usher them out and to another room. This one was adjacent to the bench room and appeared to be a dressing room. There were dressers and arge closet with sliding doors and boxes stacked around the walls. Angus looked at the two of them, and then went to the closet to select a pair of high heel shoes. He had them sit on a chair as he fitted each with a pair of specially made high heels. First off, they were very thin, very tall heels of the kind called stilettos. They were open-toed and had an extension on the back of the shoes that went all the way up to the ankles. There, a thin strap was fastened around the ankle and locked with a tiny gold colored lock. As soon as Darlene¡¯s were on, he bid her stand and walk to the corner while he ced a pair on Melinda. Darlene did so, but found that walking on heels that were at least five inches tall was like walking on your toes. Her steps were unsteady as she tried to adjust to them, but she did not fall down. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Melinda frowned but said nothing as the shoes were ced upon her feet. She stood when ordered to and found it was not easy to bnce. As she was taking her first couple steps, Darlene asked quietly, ¡°Angus, sir, will our arms always be taped like this?¡± ¡°You¡¯ll not be taped forever, dear. Just until the Master feels like binding your arms some other way.¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± was all she could reply. Everything in that ce seemed to run ording to the wishes of the Master. ¡°Come on now. You are to await the Master¡¯s pleasure.¡± Melinda did not like the sound of that. Her Master¡¯s pleasure might well be either sex forced upon her or a new form of torture. So far he had shown only an interest in whipping them. Hell, maybe he was gay! thought Melinda. Maybe girls were not his cup of tea. That bastard! They were ordered along the corridor and then up a flight of stairs. Angus allowed them to proceed at their own rate, each step being taken carefully, especially on the stairs. Without hands, it would be very easy to lose bnce and fall. Upstairs, they were led to the room where they had been taken before. There was a fire burning nicely in the hearth. A couple lights were on and the room seemed warm and cheerful, at leastpared to their downstairs amodations. They were pushed along until they were standing before the fire. The heat of it wasforting against their bare skin. Except where Melinda¡¯s breasts bore swollen ridges of flesh from the whipping. They hurt. Chapter 24: Their Master鈥檚 Pleasure Chapter 24: Their Master¡¯s Pleasure Chapter 24: Their Master¡¯s Pleasure ¡°Kneel down,ssies,¡± Angus ordered them. He even went so far as to help Darlene down, because with the plush carpet and those heels, she probably could not have performed the act herself. Darlene thanked him. Melinda scowled and said nothing when he took her arm to help her down. As soon as they were both kneeling and facing the fire, he told them sternly, ¡°Stay like this. Do not stand up. Do not move. If either of you do, you¡¯ll get another whippin¡¯. Yes, right on top the one from this morning. It would not feel good, I¡¯m thinkin¡¯.¡± Then he left them. Almost immediately, Melinda turned her head and looked around. They were alone in that room. The door had been closed by Angus when he left. She had been sitting on her heels but rose up as far as she could and still be on her knees. ¡°There¡¯s no one around,¡± she told Darlene in a whisper. ¡°Maybe we could¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡± Darlene cautioned. ¡°This seems to me to be a trap. Maybe they want us to try and then they¡¯ll have another reason to punish us.¡± ¡°Shit! They¡¯ll punish us anyway. They don¡¯t need a reason. Remember what Reggie said? ¡®You are my property. I can do anything I want to you.¡¯ I think he really means it.¡± For a minute, neither of them spoke. ¡°Maybe our ¡®Master¡¯ was supposed toe in immediately,¡± Melinda said. ¡°Maybe he has been dyed. Maybe we¡¯re not supposed to be left alone for more than a minute. And it¡¯s been longer than that now.¡± ¡°And maybe this room is bugged. They might be listening to us. Maybe even watching us,¡± Darlene said. ¡°Shit! We have to do something!¡± Melinda looked around again. Still no one showed. Melinda gave every appearance of being on the verge of rising to her feet and fleeing. ¡°What would you do?¡± asked Darlene. ¡°Run off into the forest with your arms taped behind you and these high heels on your feet. We can¡¯t get them off with those locks. You wouldn¡¯t get very far.¡± With a sigh, Melinda sat back on her heels. As much as she hated to admit it, Darlene was right. It was probably a trap, and if not, it would still be a stupid move. She could see through the windows that it was dark outside and some rain was falling against the ss. How far could she get in the dark and rain and secured in the condition she was? She forced herself to remain calm and wait. But it was not easy. While the two of them were awaiting their fate, someone else in the lodge was suffering. In the upstairs bedroom shared by the staff, Susan was awaiting the return of her husband and hating every minute that he stayed away. Angus loved her and she loved him. But he was a stern man and quite resolved in his belief that they must obey the Master at all times. This included reining in Susan when she could not control her inner sadistic tendencies. This he did with punishments when he felt them needed. Susan was no longer wearing her catsuit. In fact, she was totally naked, save for some ropes binding her wrists and ankles together. After the tying of her wrists and ankles, he had rolled her onto her stomach on the bed and looped a rope between her arms and legs. That he passed through arge hook set solidly into the ceiling directly over the bed. When he pulled on the rope, her wrists and ankles came closer together behind her, first into a hogtie and then, as he pulled more, into a suspended hogtie. Her hands were pressed hard against her ankles. Her body was arched backwards as all her weight was taken by the ropes. It was a most ufortable position for any woman to be tied into. After a while, the strain on the body would be quite painful. A couple hours of that and she would be crying big tears onto the covers of their bed. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. But this was not enough. Angus was very well acquainted with Susan¡¯s moods and knew that he had to prevent her from exercising too much freedom in the punishment of these two new girls. It was important that he make this clear to her. And the best way, as he well knew from experience, was to hurt her. He would punish her the same as any girl that happened into the Harcourt Lodge. When she had suffered enough, he would let her down, take her into his arms andfort her. Then she would behave ¨C for a few days at least. As she hung over the bed, moaning softly but notining even though she was not gagged, he once again looked at the old scars covering her ass. Long before he had met her, a man had scored that tender young ass cruelly, the belt buckle he used tearing the flesh and leaving scars that would never fade away. That was part of the reason he never, ever, punished her by whipping her ass. Since there were two good looking women under their control now, he felt that something stronger was needed to deter her from going overboard in the punishment of them. So he took a pair of alligator clips from the dresser and knelt on the bed besides his hanging wife. The clips were the kind used for electrical work. Small, but with a strong spring and two jaws like alligators lined with sharp little metal teeth. Susan saw the first cliping and gasped. But as the jaws opened and encircled her left nipple, she said nothing. She did, however, cry out when the jaws closed in on her tender bud. She could feel the sharp pain where those teeth dug into her flesh. She knew that the pain would not go away, and when they were taken off there would be tiny puncture marks and even a drop of blood or two. Other women might have begged and pleaded for him not to torture them so. Susan did not. He attached the other clip and listened to her suppressed cry. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He left her. He turned out the light, leaving her in darkness, and closed the door behind him. As she swayed slowly over the bed, she was moaning. That was the only sound in the room save for the tapping of the rain upon the windows. Angus went back down to feed the ves and prepare them for the Master. He knew it would be a couple hours before he returned to his bedroom. Susan would be crying. But she would also be a very submissive woman when he untied her and took her into his arms. He might leave the clips on her nipples while he made love to her. His chest pressing against hers would hurt her but also make her more excited. He loved the fucks right after he punished Susan. She was such a wildcat then! Back in the den, two naked women waited. As time passed, they became more certain that they were being watched and this was a trap. In fact, no one was watching them. Both the Master and Angus were very experienced and shrewd ve-owners and keepers. They knew exactly would be going through the ve¡¯s minds. They also knew that they would find both of them kneeling obediently before the fire when the Master entered an hourter. In some ways, new girls were so predictable. Master Reggie entered, found them kneeling in ce as he expected, and made a choice. He ordered both to their feet and watched as they struggled to stand with no hands to help and those ridiculously high heels to hinder. When they were standing, he ordered them to walk out of the room. The destination was his bedroom. It was upstairs, which they climbed cautiously, and almost directly over the den below. It also had a firece of stone but without a fire going at that time. His bed was large, covered with a very warm lookingforter of dark blue. Without preamble, he ordered Darlene to sit on the hearth, and then bound her ankles together with rope. Extra rope was then threaded through a ceiling ring, and he pulled until Darlene was forced to watch her feet rising before her until she was pulled off the hearth andnded on the carpet. He continued to pull until she was suspended totally off the carpet, her feet near the ring, and her head just above the level of the bed. Then he tied the rope off. Melinda watched this, wondering what he was doing and if there was anything she could do about it. With her arms still taped behind her back, she felt helpless. She might kick, but trying to do that while wearing those high heels would certainly mean a fall to the floor. Then what? She did not know. With Darlene hanging upside down and in in view of the bed, Reggie removed his clothing. He was grinning as he stripped, watching Melinda¡¯s face all the while. She was frowning. He knew what was going through her mind. She knew that sexual intercourse was about to be performed upon her body without her permission. She had already shown enough fight and spirit, so he knew that she would fight him. This was fine with him. In fact, he would enjoy the fucking even more. With her arms taped behind her, he could easily control her. As he walked towards her, his erection on proud disy, she backed up. The dresser soon halted her retreat and he was upon her. Taking her in his strong arms, he pulled her towards the bed. She tried to kick him, but he expected it and easily blocked her attempt. Then she found herself falling to the bed and lying on her bound arms with his weight on top of her. She struggled, twisting, but when he was finally positioned as he wanted and pressed into her, he could fee that she was ready for him. For a few moments, he was content to hold his position, buried deep within her sheath, feeling the tightness and warmth around him. Then he began slowly moving his hips, withdrawing some, and then pushing in as deeply as possible. He was in no hurry and built up the tempo very slowly. Melinda was uttering little sounds of anger, but those slowly transformed to moans of pleasure as her female body responded as it was programmed to. The heat within her sex rose. Nerves tingled and came alive in ways she did not want but could not avoid. Before long, she was thrusting her hips against his as women have been doing since the beginning of time. His sex was not huge. But it was above average in length and thickness. What was more important was the manner in which he used it. He yed this helpless female like a master would y a musical instrument. He soon had her wanting more of him and begging for him to ram her harder and deeper. He did. When they exploded, it was the girl first, followed by the Master who knew exactly what she was experiencing and allowed his self control to ease off enough to gain his own pleasure. For a long time, they pressed hard against each other. Melinda moaned as skyrockets went off in her mind and red-hot mes flowed over her. Unnoticed by either of them, Darlene was also moaning as Melinda and her Master reached the most intense feelings two people can share. She moaned loudly but not of pleasure. Nor was it emotional pain for what was being forced upon Melinda. It was an agony of frustration that sounded in her voice. Chapter 25: Torture in the Blue Room Chapter 25: Torture in the Blue Room Chapter 25: Torture in the Blue Room A whileter, Darlene was let down and left lying on the floor while her daughter was hauled off the bed and dumped beside her on the carpet. A few minutester, summoned by the Master, Angus came in and removed the naked females so that his boss could have a good night¡¯s sleep undisturbed. Having hung upside down for over an hour, Darlene had a little trouble with her bnce but made it down the stairs without falling. Melinda also had to walk carefully because her sex hurt. The pleasure had been wonderful, but now that it was over, her sex hurt from the pounding of his body against the ce where she had been whipped only a short time before. She had not been really aware of the pain as the sex act was in progress; perhaps the pain of a hard male body banging into her sore clit had even added to the intensity of the pleasure. It is often that way. N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. They were returned to what they were beginning to think of as their bedroom. There were no beds, only the benches, but they epted the mild difort of being strapped face down on the padded leather benches as preferable to some of the alternatives. Even when Angus ced the bare wires on their nipples and taped them in ce, neither of them protested. They were strapped tightly down to the benches, their arms still taped behind them. There was a little difort when their breasts were squashed against the leather, mostly because of the wires taped there. Angus flicked off the light and closed the door, leaving them in total darkness. It would have been nice to be able to talk, to share their feelings about what had happened to them, both the sex and the hanging upside down. But they dared not utter a sound. The memory of the painful shocks to their breasts was too fresh in their minds. Sleep came quickly. Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado Chapter 26: A Cruel Strappado Both the girls were surprised to feel rather refreshed when the light burst into their slumber. They were unstrapped and marched to the shower room where they found the bowls filled with oatmeal. The knelt and ate. It was good to eat, even if rather unappetizing cold oatmeal. When they finished with the food and water, the one thought on their minds was what would happen to them that day. More torture? Long, lonely hours spent in restraints? Maybe they would simply be locked in small jail-like cells and left all day until their Master wished to have sex again. Melinda, for her part, was of mixed feelings. She hated the harsh treatment they were forced to endure, especially having her arms taped behind her back for so long. They were starting into the third day of that form of restraint and had to wonder just how long their Master would leave them like that. In a strange way, Melinda was bing used to her arms being denied her. She would never admit it, but she found this way of being restrained morefortable than most of what had been done to them in the holding house before they were shipped to Ennd. Darlene, on the other hand, was finding it difficult to cope with her taped arms. Her shoulders ached, and there were times when she lost feeling in her fingers or even the whole hand. During the cold water shower, she endured the cold water to stand next to Melinda and talk. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about what he did to you,¡± she said. Melinda snorted. ¡°He was a bastard!¡± she proimed. Darlene carefully worded her next question. ¡°Was it¡­ pleasant?¡± Melinda stared at Darlene as the water began changing from cold to hot. ¡°It was terrible! It hurt me. I did not want it to happen.¡± For a while she said nothing more. The grimace of hatred slowly faded from her face as the warm water beat down on her. With a sad little smile, she whispered, ¡°But it was good.¡± The older woman did not hear that part. She was lost in her own thoughts, a mixture of sadness tinged with envy. When their Master had mounted Melinda, she could not avoid seeing his strong, hard male body. She remembered the feel of a hard male body against her body when she was younger. She could not remove her eyes from that male rod sticking out before him as he approached Melinda. Her mind did not want to, but all she could think of was what that rod would feel like inside her vagina. She loved her husband, but he was ten years older than her and had declined from the handsome, virile male she fell in love with and married. Now his businesses took more of his attention than his still sexy wife. Lovemaking was still good but¡­ Well, it did not happen nearly as much as she would like. A terrible ache had filled her body the prior night as she hung by her feet. They were both ves, property of Master Reggie, she thought. Would she be thrown on his bed and screwed as Melinda had been? Or would their Master only torment and frustrate her? The shower ended and the warm air began blowing over their dripping bodies, and soon afterwards the door opened and Angus ordered them to march. The destination this time was that room where he had dressed them with the high shoes they still wore. As they walked into the room, Darlene asked ¨C without thinking ¨C ¡°Won¡¯t the water ruin these shoes?¡± ¡°They¡¯re treated to be waterproof. The Master likes his girls wearing high heels all the time.¡± ¡°All the time? But these are notfortable. No woman wears high heels all the time. My feet are aching from being forced into that arch sincest night. Please, can¡¯t we have them off? For a while, at least?¡± ¡°Sweetie, you¡¯re new here. But remember the rules you were told? No speaking unless spoken to? If Susan were here, you would be punished for that.¡± Darlene turned her eyes down to the floor. ¡°Sorry¡­ Sir.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not as sadistic as Susan. Or the Master, for that matter. But don¡¯t push it.¡± He was positioning Melinda into a corner of the room as he spoke. There was a ring set into the wall and a chain hanging down from it with an open padlock hanging through thest link. He took the chain, removed the padlock, and then looped the end around Melinda¡¯s neck. When he clicked the padlock shut, the chain was snug and totally impossible to remove over her head even if she had hands free. He set a coil of rope on the dresser next to her and then turned her around so she faced the wall. With a pocketknife, he began working at the end of the tape on her arms. Melinda¡¯s heart sped up. The tape wasing off! It would be glorious to see her arms again! With much tugging and some cutting, her pulled the tape off, slowly uncovering the white, glove-d arms underneath. When thest of the tape was removed, Melinda went to bring her arms around in front of her but immediately cried out in pain. Her shoulders hurt. She had to let her arms slowly lower to her sides. They tingled and felt strange, but mostly the muscles were stiff from the enforced position. There were tears in her eyes when she could finally lift her hands up to where she could see them. Surprisingly gently, Angus peeled off the white cotton gloves. ¡°Your arms will be okay,¡± he told her. ¡°I¡¯ve seen ves wear the tape for a week and have no problems.¡± Melinda was grateful and angry at the same time. She enjoyed the freedom of having hands again, but looked at the rope and knew it would be a very short-lived freedom. It was. Angus gave her only a minute to enjoy it, and then he was pulling her arms behind her back. ¡°Oh, please don¡¯t tie me!¡± she begged. ¡°I¡¯m chained by the neck. I can¡¯t escape.¡± Her pleas were ignored and the rope was soon looping around her wrists. When they were tightly bound together, palm facing palm, the rope was extended upward and began looping around her arms just above the elbows. He pulled them together and wrapped the rope tightly, then cinched it down and knotted it firmly with three knots. Melinda was one of the fortunate women who was very flexible and could easily be bound with elbows touching. When her arms were bound behind her, he unlocked the chain and bid her sit down. ¡°And stay there,ss,¡± he admonished. Darlene was then chained to the wall and her tape removed. When her arms lowered, she was crying. The joints and muscles were so stiff as to not really want to work properly. The pain eased up as she forced them to move, but for her it was an unpleasant experience. He gave her a lot longer to restore her arms to use, but then gathered them behind her and bound them as he had Melinda. Darlene was not quite as flexible, but her elbows came together easily enough. As he bound Darlene, he also kept an eye on Melinda. He could see her looking at the open door and could almost read her mind. A swift kick in the balls, and she would be running for the exit, bound arms and all. So he never gave her a chance to deliver that kick. With both of them again with their arms bound behind their backs, Angus was ready to fix them for the day. There were three torture chambers in the dungeon under Harcourt Lodge. Each was referred to by the color the walls were painted: the Blue Room, the Red Room and the ck Room. Each was equipped for a different type of punishment for property. The Blue Room had a set of stocks and a pillory, in addition to two wooden posts set in the concrete floor and attached firmly to the ceiling. There were also numerous rings set into the ceiling and walls, even a few in the floor. It would take an ountant all day topute the number of possible positions a woman might be bound into. It was to that Blue Room that Angus led them. Melinda looked at the stocks and tried to back out. Angus¡¯ strong hand on her arm kept her in ce. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. ¡°You,¡± he said, pointing to Darlene, ¡°go and stand in that corner.¡± Melinda he pushed into the room and up to one of the posts. Darlene meekly went to the corner and stood there, eyes cast down and head bowed. Melinda was still looking for a way to get a good kick in so she could run. Pushing her face first into the post, Angus threaded a length of rope between her forearms and looped it around the rope on her wrists. He knotted it and stood back. Melinda turned her head to re at him but did not move back from the post. There were several buttons on the wall by the door. Pressing one of them, Angus caused a ring at the end of a wire cable to lower from the ceiling right behind Melinda. He let go of the button when the ring was even with her elbows. He tied the rope from her wrists to that ring and then went back to the buttons. Pressing another, he caused the cable to begin retreating into the small hole in the ceiling. When the rope became taut, Melinda¡¯s hands began to rise. As they did, her arms came up until they were parallel to the floor. Then higher. She had to step back from the post and bend forward as her hands continued their journey towards the ceiling. Eventually her arms were forced into being straight up. Melinda¡¯s body straightened as her arms were pulled upward. Angus released the button only when it appeared that the girl was about to be lifted off the floor. Every muscle in her body was under great strain. Had she not already been forced up onto her toes by the high heels, she would have had to stand on them. Her face reflected that strain. Her fingers wiggled in an attempt to reach back to the ropes digging into her wrists. She twisted around to face Angus with an unspoken plea on her lips. He knew that she was about to ask him if he really intended to leave her in this extremely ufortable position. He saved her the trouble of asking by telling her, ¡°Yes,ssie, you¡¯ll stay like this all morning. If I hear any yelling down here, you¡¯ll stay there until dinner.¡± Melinda wanted badly to curse this man but only whined instead. Darlene was next. She was ced face against the other post and her hands bound to another ring that descended from the ceiling only to return and lift her arms up behind her. Angus did not leave her in quite as strained position as he had Melinda, but it was still quite ufortable. She looked up at him with a pitiful expression on her face but it did nothing to soften his heart. He was a keeper of these girls and would do his job without bing emotionally involved. At least, not to the extent of feeling sorry for either of them. He closed the door, and a momentter the light went out. Chapter 27: A Long, Miserable Morning Chapter 27: A Long, Miserable Morning Chapter 27: A Long, Miserable Morning ¡°This is terrible!¡± Melinda said as soon as the darkness mped down on them. ¡°This hurts something horrible!¡± ¡°Yes, I know.¡± In the dark, Darlene could hear Melinda struggling against the ropes that held her. The heels of her shoes clicked against the concrete as she danced in exasperation and utter helplessness. ¡°Don¡¯t do that,¡± Darlene advised. ¡°We¡¯re both tied too tightly to work loose. You¡¯ll only hurt yourself more.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll kill those bastards!¡± Melinda called out. ¡°Angus and that bastard Reggie! I¡¯ll rip them to pieces with my bare hands!¡± Hearing the touch of panic in her tone, Darlene again cautioned her. ¡°Just stand still. It will not hurt as much. In a few hours he¡¯lle and let us down.¡± ¡°Hell! I can¡¯t take hours of this. My arms will fall off!¡± ¡°Just calm down. Remember, the Master wants us in good condition for him to use. He won¡¯t let anything serious happen to us.¡± The words of reason might have worked, for Melinda¡¯s utterances diminished until she was only moaning. The morning was very slow in passing. At least, for the two pieces of property suffering in the Blue Room. * * * * * In another part of the lodge, Angus was reporting to his boss. ¡°They¡¯re in the Blue Room in strappado.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll let them down before they start screaming?¡± Reggie asked. ¡°Of course. Just before that point. This is a lesson for them, after all. It would not have the same effect if they do not really feel the pain.¡± ¡°Of course. Well, fine. I¡¯ll pick one of them for myself after dinner. That young one is one fine fuck, I can tell you.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll let you try her ¨C as soon as I get a little tired of her.¡± Owned by N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Angus replied. ¡°Is Susan under control? I saw how she looked at the new girls.¡± ¡°Yes, sir. I¡¯m taking care of her.¡± ¡°Good. I don¡¯t want something to happen like it did with that French ve two years ago.¡± ¡°No, sir.¡± ¡°Very good. Tonight, I think that I¡¯ll try the older one. Would only be fair, after all.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Angus turned to go but paused. ¡°You do realize what that makes you? To use an American expression.¡± ¡°Oh? Oh! Yes, that makes me a Mother Fucker! Jolly good!¡± * * * * * Angus opened the door to his bedroom and stood in the doorway to see what Susan was doing. She was sitting on the edge of the bed,pletely naked and reading a book. She looked up. ¡°This American guy, Savage, is really rough on his heroines.¡± ¡°If you say so.¡± ¡°Are you going to let me go?¡± she asked as she lifted her bare foot. From the ankles trailed a thin chain that was locked there. The other end, of course, was bolted to the floor. She rattled it. ¡°Are you going to stay in control with these ves?¡± ¡°You hurt my nipples,¡± she said in a little girl voice. She gently lifted one nipple for his inspection. ¡°You didn¡¯t answer my question,¡± he told her. ¡°Oh, yes, I¡¯ll be good. I¡¯ll only punish them as you allow me.¡± ¡°Be sure you do.¡± He tossed her the key to the small lock on her ankle. Chapter 28: After the Strappado Chapter 28: After the Strappado Chapter 28: After the Strappado They were taken out of the Blue Room just before the torment became more than they could take and the screaming would begin. Angus was a good judge of such things. For the afternoon, they were taken into the Red Room. There they found three small, steel-barred cages, two of a very small size and one a littlerger. Therge one was about six feet long and just wide enough to fit a woman¡¯s body. It was hanging from the ceiling, and the two women whose shoulders were still aching could easily imagine having to stand in that cage for a long time. It was not the long cage that they were introduced to, however. It was the two small ones. Each was about three feet long, less in width, and not quite that tall. The lid swung up on stout hinges to allow entrance, then could be locked solidly in ce with two hasps and padlocks. There was no question that a woman locked into one of those would be totally unable to escape ¨C not to mention hardly able to move. Each of them still had their arms bound behind their backs, elbows tightly together, so there was little that Angus had to do to prepare them for the afternoon¡¯s torment. He swung open the door of one cage and bid Melinda to step into the cage. She red at him and was about to inform him that she could not possibly fit into such a small space, when she saw the riding crop in his hand. Gently he reached it out and tapped the side of one of her breasts as a hint of what would follow should she really wish to refuse themand. Still ring angrily, she lifted one foot and ced it inside the cage. She used her bound hands on the edge to steady herself as she swung the other foot over. ¡°Now down on your knees,¡± hemanded. Melinda looked down at the bottom of the cage and saw that it was a solid steel te. She tried to lower herself, but found the maneuver awkward with no hands to help. Angus took hold her one bare arm and helped her. The space was so small that her feet were up against one end and her knees within a few inches of the other. ¡°Bend down.¡± It was the order she feared woulde next. It was logical. Unless she were bent over, there was no way that the lid could be closed. She bent, not liking the position she was being forced into. She felt Angus¡¯ hand on her back as he pushed her down until her breasts were ttened against her thighs. Her head bumped into the bars at the end. She was about to protest when she felt the steel bars pressing against her bound arms. She was forced into a more squashed position. Then she heard the clicking of the padlocks. The steel bars pressed against her on all sides and the top. It seemed as if the cage been custom designed to her measurements, so snug was the fit. The unfortunate young woman found that this position was ufortable for the moment, but she feared what was toe. The protocols of this strange and horrible ce dictated that she not be left there only a few minutes to sample the torture. No, she would be left like that until she was screaming to be let out. With a sinking heart, she watched as Darlene was fitted into the second cage. The fit was not quite as tight, but it was still enough to prevent the older woman moving. The cages were positioned so that the two could see each other quite well. Angus double checked the locks and was about to leave when Melinda could no longer hold her tongue. ¡°How long?¡± she asked. For the first time her voice was not tinted with the anger inside her. It was more fearful than defiant. ¡°Well, now,ssie, that depends,¡± he began. ¡°If you¡¯re lucky, the Master will have you released for dinner. On the other hand, he might forget about you and you¡¯ll both stay here all night. That¡¯s been known to happen.¡± He might have been teasing them, but the prospect of spending the rest of the day and all of the night bent over into that cramped position struck fear into Melinda¡¯s heart. ¡°You can¡¯t mean that!¡± she said. ¡°Aye, but I do. Many times a girl has spent the night in a cage. ¡¯Tis not unusual. Best you get used to the idea.¡± He seemed quite sincere, which made both of them fall silent and into despair. The door thudded shut and they were alone in the small room, in the even smaller cages. ¡°He can¡¯t do that to us!¡± Melinda protested. ¡°It is just too cruel.¡± She sounded as if she were about to begin crying. ¡°Dear, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m sure that we¡¯ll be let out at dinnertime,¡± Darlene said. Then she sighed. ¡°Maybe only four hours or so. I¡¯m sure we can take that.¡± Melinda twisted her hands around to see if she could work at the ropes. After a few minutes she ceased because the ropes were simply too tight and there were no knots anywhere near her questing fingers. With a grunt of anger, she pushed upward, but the lid only moved a fraction of an inch before the hasps and locks stopped it. She shook her body against the bars but they were quite solid. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt yourself, dear,¡± Darlene advised. ¡°These cages are just too¡­ What¡¯s the word?¡± ¡°Beastly,¡± said Melinda. ¡°Crappy. Shitty.¡± ¡°Secure,¡± Darlene said. ¡°Shit! For a long time after that, neither said a word. It was not very warm in the Red Room, so the cold added to their misery. Each tried to shift positions to ease the strain and aches, but found that impossible. asionally Melinda uttered a foul curse and shook her cage as violently as she could. But no matter how much she strained, the cage did not move. Half way through the long afternoon, Melinda heard Darlene crying softly. She felt like crying herself. It was just too horrible being treated like this: caged and left alone for hours on end. He probably treated his dogs better than this, Melinda thought. Then she began making up punishments that she would one day inflict upon that bastard Reggie and Angus. And that bitch Susan, too. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. As if summoned by the thought of her, Susan visited them after a few hours of suffering. ¡°What have we here,¡± she cheerfully said. ¡°Two caged women! How delightful!¡± She walked round them, poked her finger into bare flesh were it was pressed against the bars and smiled. ¡°Too bad I can¡¯t whip you,¡± she finally told them as she sat on Darlene¡¯s cage and crossed her leather-d legs. ¡°But I don¡¯t have the key, and whipping you through the bars is not very practical. But I do have an idea¡­¡± Melinda did not want to know what Susan¡¯s idea was, but she found out. ¡°When Angus, that sweet guy, told me he had you in the cages, I came prepared to torture you. Look here!¡± Melinda looked up and wanted to curse. Susan was holding arge feather in her hand. She got off the cage and knelt next to Melinda. ¡°I¡¯ll just bet that you¡¯re ticklish,¡± she purred. Melinda mped her mouth shut. It would have been nice for Susan had she been able to stroke most of the naked body before her, but being folded up as she was, Melinda offered only her nks. Still, Susan found a lot of bare skin to tease with the feather. There are many nerves along the sides of the thighs, and on the side of the body. She explored them all. At first Melinda held her reaction in. But the truth was that she was ticklish ¨C very ticklish ¨C and the laughter burst out, mingled with cries and pleas for the torment to stop. Susan well knew that being tickled while totally helpless could be a real torture. She had enjoyed many long sessions of that form of torment on tied down girls before. She especially enjoyed tickling the bottom of the feet, but she was denied that pleasure because of the high heel shoes locked on their feet. Still, there were plenty of other targets; nerves so sensitive that the slightest touch of that feather set them to tingling. She soon had Melinda crying, a not unusual reaction when the tickling proceeds beyond theughing stage. Susan remembered one girl who was so sensitive that ten minutes of tickling reduced her to a crying, begging state, then caused her to lose control and wet herself. Melinda proved to be not quite that sensitive, but still a fun subject for Susan¡¯s attentions. The mixture ofughing and crying was music to Susan¡¯s ears, and the frantic wiggling of those fingers and the tossing of the head from side to side was wonderful. She found that she could just insert her hand between the bars and tickle Melinda¡¯s bare bottom. Very nice reaction to that. Eventually, the feather could no longer evoke the frantic struggles it had at the beginning, and Susan tired of the game. She looked at Darlene, but apparently had had enough of this torment because she did not inflict it on her. Instead, she rose, stretched like a cat, and told them, ¡°You won¡¯t always be in these cages. I¡¯ll get to whip you again.¡± Then she was gone, leaving a weeping and worn out Melinda. Angus came for them a few hourster. Melinda again cried as her body unfolded from that tortuous bent-over position. Darlene looked so grateful that she might kiss Angus¡¯ feet. As per their Master¡¯s orders, they were fed a meal slightly better than cold oatmeal and allowed a hot water shower, a luxury they appreciated greatly after a day of suffering. Their arms were untied from the elbows-together manner and retied is something even stricter. Each had their hands pulled up behind them until they were between the shoulder des. The wrists were tied together there and then the armsshed to the bodies with very tight ropes. This manner of bondage totally removed their hands from any possibility of using them. Then they were taken to their Master¡¯s bedroom. Chapter 29: Birds of a Feather Chapter 29: Birds of a Feather Chapter 29: Birds of a Feather Angus positioned them before the firece, turned them so they both faced the bed and the mes warmed their backsides, then left them. Reggie came in a momentter, wearing a royal blue bathrobe and a smile. He looked over his two pieces of property, noting the fading whip marks and the tightness with which their hands were bound high on their backs. ¡°Having a pair of women like you two has always fascinated me. I used to know such a pair in London. Had some interesting times with them both in my bed. For the moment, I want you¡­¡± he pointed at Melinda ¡°to masturbate until you orgasm, and make it quick. You could refuse, but in that case I¡¯ll give you to Susan to do with as she wants, and I think you¡¯ll know what that means.¡± Then he had Darlene in his hands and was lifting her to toss her on the bed on her back. Throwing off the robe, he knelt between her legs and rammed his prick into her. She was hot and wet and ready for him, just as he had knew it would be. He did not build up slowly as he had done with Melinda the night before. His need was too great. He grabbed her hips and began banging her with hard strokes that sank him as deeply as possible into her. Her legs came up and mped around his hips tightly. She was arching her body up to meet his thrusts. It was brutally quick. He was pumping his seed into her and she was moaning loudly. Then it was over just as quickly. Reggie crawled off the bed and stood there on shaking legs. Gawd, but that was good! He had not been that horny since he was a teenager first discovering the joys of sex. Had theypared notes, he would have found that Darlene, the bound girl he had just ravished, had experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Melinda was lying on the floor, clenching her legs together and shivering in the still-hot afterglow of orgasm. On the bed, Darlene was doing the same. Reggie found it amusing that they both reacted the same way to an orgasm. Eventually, he recovered enough to put on his robe and call for Angus. As the servant was leading the still half spaced-out women from the room, Reggie told him that he could screw Darlene ¨C if he wanted to. Reggie then had a brandy and made ns for the fun and games of the next night. Thus it was that Melinda was not fucked at all, and Darlene screwed twice in the same evening. Back in the bench room, Angus untied Melinda¡¯s arms, locked them in two pairs of handcuffs, at the wrist and above the elbows, and then strapped her down to the bench. Darlene, with her arms still bound behind her, was thenid down on her bench and screwed quitepetently by Angus, who proved to be one well-endowed Scotsman. He then untied her, locked her in handcuffs and strapped her down to the bench. He did not bother to attach the electrodes to their nipples. He did not care if they talked or even screamed their heads off.Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 30: A Fateful Day Chapter 30: A Fateful Day Chapter 30: A Fateful Day The next night, after the two girls had spent the day in the Blue Room, one in stocks and one in a pillory, they were again taken to their Master¡¯s bedroom. This time he introduced Melinda to anal sex, after tying her firmly over the edge of the bed. Over the next week he took great delight in using the small whip to force them into whatever he wanted them to do. By the end of that week, however, he found that the whip was not necessary. Spending their days in very ufortable restraints made them obedient to his orders. It was obvious they were also finding pleasure in these acts. Darlene became as meek and obedient as any woman ever could be. She never needed the whip or the threat of it to make her obey his slightest orders. Melinda still talked of escape when alone with Darlene, but no possibility of that happening presented itself. So she obeyed the Master even when she hated what she was forced to do. This continued into a second week; torments by day and wild sexual acts by night. And always the Master¡¯s orders and no chance for escape. Reggie, the Master, even allowed Angus to screw Melinda once. He had hoped that being fucked by the help would make her feel degraded, but the young woman apparently enjoyed the act. Things might have continued in this manner for a long time, but there came that disastrous Tuesday, exactly thirty days after the arrival of the girls at Harcourt Lodge. A couple days before the milestone had been reached, their Master had actually asked them their names and began using them instead of calling them ¡°You.¡± Melinda was not certain if that was an improvement or not because the harsh treatment continued. Susan snuck in and used her whip on their asses, but only a few strokes. She was careful to not mark them up so greatly as to call attention to herself. But each time, she hit them an extra stroke and harder so they knew it was only a matter of time before she could no longer hold in her urges and really let loose on them. On that Tuesday morning, the two of them were being attached to a fence in the courtyard. It was raining, not hard but steady and cold. An hour or two standing in the rain, tied to the rails of a wooden fence would be a change from the cages and stocks inside. Darlene was tied first. Angus did the job, standing her up against the fence, draping her arms over the top rail, and then binding her wrists together. He wound rope around her waist and tied the wrists to that. The result was to hold her against the rail. He also each ankle to a fence post, forcing her to stand with legs wide spread, exposing her sex and making it avable for use, should Angus wish to have a quick fuck in the rain. Melinda was bound in the same manner to a rail nearby. The only difference was that her ankles were bound together with rope rather than apart. The Master had told Angus that he could use Darlene as he wished, but to not screw the younger one unless explicitly given permission. So he did not spread her legs, lest he be tempted by a wide-open pussy. It was a mistake. Angus left them to return to the warmth of the lodge. Darlene sighed and lowered her head to patiently endure this torment. Melinda, however, began to struggle. The ropes around her wrists were too tight and too cleverly knotted for her to work free. She twisted her body and tried to pull her hands free but failed. Just when it appeared that she would have to resign herself to the rain, she realized that she had been tied with her knees slightly bent. By straightening her legs, she could exert an upward force against the rail. That she did, straining with all her might. The rail bent upward some. It was not thick, but enough so that she could normally not have broken it, even with the leverage of her legs. But the wooden fence was old, and parts of it were weathered and even rotted. Thus it was that the rail burst out of hole in the post, tearing a rotten section out. Melinda suddenly found herself standing there with her arms draped over a loose rail. She twisted and began hopping to one side. After a few feet, her arms slide off the loose end of the rail. With her arms no longer over the rail, the ropes around her waist were looser. She rubbed them against a fence post. In a few minutes of hard work, she had a part of the rope move over and her fingers touching a knot. Another few minutes and she was pulling the ropes off her hands. A wild look of joy shone on her face. Quickly she sat down and untied the rope from her feet. Then she rushed over to Darlene. She looked round but no one was in sight. With eager fingers she tore at the knots of Darlene¡¯s binding. ¡°Come, now¡¯s our chance!¡± she whispered. ¡°Let¡¯s run for it!¡± Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Run they did. For a few steps, Darlene ran alongside Melinda. But as they were about to leave the courtyard and cross the road towards the forest, Darlene slowed down. Melinda, not noticing, continued running as best she could on high heels and quickly disappeared between the trees. Darlene stood there, rain dripping off her naked body, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. Freedom, or at least the possibility of it, stood before her. Behind her was very. Most women would have been running as fast as their legs could carry them away from that horrid ce. Darlene only stood there. For a long time conflicting emotions churned within her. She wrung her hands before her and looked around. Still no one had seen her. She turned, bowed her head and walked back to the lodge. She opened a side door and walked through the kitchen, down a corridor and into the Master¡¯s den. He was busy at theputer, but looked up to find a naked girl dripping water on his carpet. ¡°Melinda¡¯s escaped,¡± she told him without a trace of emotion in her voice. ¡°You have to catch her before she gets to the authorities.¡± For a long second, Reggie simply stared at the dripping wet girl. Then he pressed a button on his desk to summon Angus. When the Scotsman came in he showed little surprise at the totally unrestrained woman. ¡°Get Susan to take her downstairs and secure her. Then join me. We have a runaway ve to track down.¡± ¡°Yes, sir.¡± Chapter 31: Dash for Freedom Chapter 31: Dash for Freedom Chapter 31: Dash for Freedom Melinda was lost. The forest was thicker and muchrger than she imagined. She wandered through the trees, looking for a trail, but mostly trying to get as far away from the lodge as she could. It bothered her that she lost track of Darlene, whom she had believed to be right behind her. But she was not about to double back looking for her. If Darlene were caught, Melinda would free her when she returned with the cops. It made her feel a little less miserable to think of the delight she would have as she watched the police lead away Reggie in handcuffs. Almost out of breath from her frantic rush, she finally had to sit down. She looked at the high heels on her feet, locked on by the ankle strap and small lock. She could break it with a rock but was not sure that she would make better time barefoot. There were rocks and twigs and such that would make barefoot walking rather unpleasant. The rain did not let up. If anything, it be more intense as the day wore on and was apanied by thunder, at first off in the distance, but then nearer. She tried to keep to a straight line but it was difficult with the hills going up and down, and the trees providing obstacles. She could not see the sun through the overcast, but as the day was dimming and she knew night was approaching, she came upon a road. It was paved, only twones, but held the promise of civilization. She began down the road, hoping that she was moving in the right direction. During thest few weeks, she had grown used to her foot being held permanently in an arch by the high heels. But she had also not done this much walking in a long time, and her feet were aching something terrible. She was also hungry. Thirst was no problem, for whatever constion that was. As the surroundings were bing harder to see, she came around a corner and saw two red lights ahead. Picking up the pace, she neared the truck stopped by the side of the road. The hood was up and a man was leaning into the enginepartment. She almost ran thest few steps in her eagerness. She was well aware of her nakedness but was not afraid. After what had happened to her, she would happily lie down and spread her legs for this man if he would only take her to the local police. ¡°Please, sir,¡± she began, ¡°I need help!¡± The man straightened up and turned to her. It was Angus! She felt her heart stop and a cold shiver race down her spine. ¡°d to see you,ssie,¡± he told her. ¡°Figured you would make it to the road, there not being anything else for many miles. So I just settled down here to wait for you.¡± This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Melinda could not speak. She was cold, shivering, hungry, and incredibly despondent over this change of fortune. She could not believe how easily she had been caught. The idea of turning and running shed across her mind but died as soon as it was born. She was tired, still locked in those high heels and was certain he would easily catch her. ¡°Turn around,ssie,¡± he told her as he held out a pair of handcuffs. Melinda did. She didn¡¯t want to, but she did. This just was not fair! She began crying as he locked the cuffs on her wrists behind her back. ¡°Come on into the truck, dearie. You¡¯ll feel better when you get dry. I¡¯ll turn on the heater for you. Wouldn¡¯t want you to catch a sniffle, would we?¡± Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs Chapter 32: Hung by the Thumbs Darlene was tied to a post in the Blue Room. There was a great deal of rope wrapped round her body from ankles up to neck. You could hardly see where her arms were pulled behind the post and bound tightly with the elbows together. Most of the ropes had been put on so tightly that they were embedded into her flesh. But as ufortable as those restraints were, Melinda was far more ufortable. In fact, her position was approaching agony. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Leather strips had been looped around her thumbs and she was hoisted off the floor by them. More loops dug into her big toes and down to the ring in the floor beneath her. Enough force had been used in pulling her toes down for her to feel as if she were stretched out on a rack. Her thumbs were turning a dark color and streaks of pain where shooting down into her arms. This was the first time that she had been left alone with Darlene since her recapture. For a long time she said nothing, feeling nothing but anger for Darlene. She had been told by Angus on the drive back home that Darlene had snitched on her, running immediately to the Master to tell of the errant girl. Finally, in the dark and cold of that torture chamber, she asked the question that she could not force out of her mind: ¡°Why?¡± A long time passed before Darlene replied. ¡°He is my Master. He is your Master, too. You should not have run away.¡± ¡°Oh, shit! You believe that?¡± Darlene¡¯sck of reply was affirmation. ¡°You¡¯re crazy! I freed you. You could have run away with me. We could have split up and one of us found our way to the police. What the hell were you thinking?¡± ¡°He is our Master,¡± was all Darlene would say. Just then, the door opened and the light came on. Standing there, dressed in a ck leather catsuit and with a whip in her hand, was Susan. There was an unholy glow in her eyes. ¡°The Master says I can punish Melinda for attempted escape,¡± she said. ¡°I can whip her as much as I want.¡± She entered the room, looked Darlene up and down. ¡°I can¡¯t touch you now,¡± she told the bound women. ¡°But there wille a day¡­¡± Turning to the stretched out, totally helpless Melinda, she purred, ¡°Ready for your whipping?¡± The End The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!