Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

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 black leather catsuit, laced up the front from crotch to neck. High heeled boots, not unlike those still worn by the two girls, were laced 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 glared at the black-clad 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 unlacing the boot. Angus bid Melinda to do the same. She frowned but complied. 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 and lap 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 slaves, 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 flavor 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.

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 not come. She swallowed, and was going for another when the delayed pain sprang into life on her soft skin. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“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 place 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 a laugh.

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 placed 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 become 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 a large 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.