Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob

Chapter 6: Finish the Blowjob

A couple of days later the phone call he expected came, but at a most inopportune moment for Arnie. He had talked Darlene into giving him what, in the vernacular, was termed a “blowjob”. In exchange, his prisoners were to get better food and more comfortable 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!” complained Melinda as soon as he was out of the room. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

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 exclaimed. “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.

“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.