Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

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 the large sponge in his hand and clamped her lips shut.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Oh, come 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 accepted 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 to compress. 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 elastic 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 – at least, not compared 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 elastic 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 flat 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 flat 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 replacing 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 alarm 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 slap sound. For a second there was silence, but Melinda quickly recovered and began cursing like a longshoreman. Two more loud slaps sounded, followed by a sob and Melinda telling Arnie that he was hurting her breasts.

After that, there were far fewer sounds, but she could guess that Melinda was being strapped down the same as she had been. From the comments 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 slap. “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 place 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 van comes 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 slave girl. Get some of that wildness whipped out of you. Yup! You’ll make a good slave 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 placed green oxygen bottles inside the coffins alongside their legs, strapped them in place and connected them with some kind of regulator device. Then the coffin lids were put on and screwed down.

Arnie had been right, it was totally blackness inside the coffin. Darlene began weeping and wondered if she would ever see the light of day again.