Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

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 place and there was nothing she could do. He would whip her breasts whether she offered them to him or not. And – perhaps – 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, wordless communication 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 slashed 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, congratulations, 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. novelbin

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 minutes later. 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.

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 play along. Sooner or later 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 to come to grips with the reality of their new life. The terrible, painful reality.