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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 unlaced 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 unlaced and finally taken off her, she gasped. Her internal organs had adapted to the repositioning forced upon them by the stiff corset, and now felt strange returning to normal. Her back ached from the enforced rigidity.

Without a word, her hands were gathered together in front of her and locked in handcuffs. Then she was led to a bathroom and told she could use the facilities – indeed, should – because she was about to embark on a long journey that would have few such luxuries. While she was attending to her morning absolutions, her daughter was brought in and the process of freeing her from the tight grip of the single glove and corset began. As with Darlene, a few tears trickled down her cheeks as her arms came forward and the circulation 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 time later 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 marmalade 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 glances 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 gladly 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 slacks 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 placed 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 black plastic. 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 her labia. Knowing what was coming made her want to clamp 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 spread labia, 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.

The panties were then held for her to put her feet through. The man pulled them back up and into place, 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 glaring 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. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

When he let go, she pulled her legs together and glared 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.”