Part 2

M.C. awoke to total darkness. The drug she had been given was finally wearing off after nearly fourteen hours. She was still groggy and not totally aware of her situation. Her first thought was that she needed to get a move on and get ready for her trip. She tried to stretch and shake off the cobwebs, only to find that movement was impossible.

Suddenly she remembered the deliveryman bursting into her apartment and the foul smelling rag that was placed over her face. Panic set in and she tried to scream. The panties that were stuffed in her mouth were not the most efficient of gags.

Bill and Sam heard the muffled screams generating from the box. They exchanged knowing smiles.

Slowly, as consciousness was restored the aching in her muscles made her bitterly aware of stress her limbs were under. The aching in her head left little doubt in her mind that she had been drugged, and what was that terrible taste in her mouth.

Then she became aware of the motion of the truck, this did nothing to suppress her panic attack. In fact the movement of the truck was combining with the after affects of the drugs to create a queasy feeling in her stomach. She desperately tried to fight back the urge to vomit.

She didn't realize it, but she was nearly at the end of her journey and thousands of miles from her home. The delivery van had proceeded to the airport where the package had been loaded onto a private plane. Which had flown through the night landing in Boise Idaho a little more than two hours ago. The box containing M.C. now occupied the back of a mini-van that was just now turning into the drive of the Bar Star Ranch many miles outside of Boise.

A big burly man dressed in a white tee shirt and bibbed overalls sat on the porch of the ranch house and rose to meet the approaching mini-van.

“Well if it ain't Billy-boy and Sammy, you got a package in there for me?”

“You bet, and a pretty one she is too.”

“Well let's not dawdle boys there's work to be down. Drive her on over to the barn and we'll get started.”

Joseph “Top” Springer, the big burly man from the porch, walked ahead of the mini-van and opened the barn doors for Bill and Sam. After driving the van into the barn Bill and Sam unloaded the box from the back. Top pulled his handy “Buck” pocketknife and split the taped seams of the box. Then Bill and Sam removed the pretzel shaped girl from the box.

Top started laughing, “Billy-boy, you sure can tie ‘em. How'd you ever get her into that position?”

Bill grinned, “She's pretty limber Top. Sam's research indicated she had been doing Yoga for years, and I just wanted to see how flexible she might be.”

“Well boy that's one pretty little package.”

M.C., her eyes blinking from the sudden influx of light was still groggy from the drugs and trying to suppress an increasing nausea within her stomach listened to the men's banter with ever increasing anxiety. She attempted to communicate with her captors, but she was able to achieve only a muffled and garbled utterance that her captors neither tried to acknowledge nor interpret.

“Well darlin' it would seem you have somethin' on your mind. But, that's neither here nor there. You and I are going to get real well acquainted, but ole Billy-boy here and Sammy there have to be going, ya' see there's another package due next week.”

Bill and Sam each pocketed an envelope from Top and proceeded to the mini-van. “See you next trip Top”.

“Well now cutie, it's just you and me. You know, as much as I like lookin' at you all tied up like that, it just ain't too practical to leave you that way.” He pulled out his trusty “Buck” flashed its' blade in front of her wide eyed face, then with a couple of quick slashing movement Bill's handy work lay limp on the ground and M.C. slowly unfurled.

Before M.C. could fully regain her equilibrium, Top had grabbed her wrists forced them behind her and secured them there with a hinged pair of handcuffs.

“Okay cutie, I'll take the gag off ya' now, ain't no one gonna' hear you out here. Any way you're gonna' have to learn to keep your mouth shut on your own.”

Top removed the tape, and then the saliva soaked panties. Looking at the panties he chuckled to himself, “That ole Billy-boy hee-hee-hee-hee.”

Now that the gag had been removed, M.C. could hold down her nausea no longer and a gusher of puke spewed from her mouth.

As M.C. retched her guts out Top just laughed, “you made a real mess here girlie, good thing for you we're still in the barn and you didn't do it on me. Here ya go, take these they'll relieve the nausea.”

M.C. didn't trust him or the pills. She shook her head violently and clamped her mouth shut.

“Ah, feelin' a little frisky, huh,” with that Top grabbed a handful of dark hair yanked her head back then pinched her nose shut until she opened her mouth he released her hair grabbed the pills and popped them into her gaping mouth then massaged her throat until he felt the pills work their way down her slender throat. “That'll ease your stomach,” he gruffed.

M.C. was surprised when in fact the pills did what Top had said they would, in a matter of minutes the nausea that had beset her stomach had dissipated, only to be replaced by a new feeling of light-headedness.

Top watched patiently as the girl's eyes slowly glazed over leaving her with a kind of blank stare. Then he placed a collar around her neck attached a leash and said, “Come on girl.”

M.C. docilely followed along, she was filled with a weird sensation, she felt like she was a balloon on a string that just floated along behind Top as he lead her away.

Top led the dazed girl to the back of the barn and through a small door that entered into a very modern clinical looking room. The room had a large examination table in its' center and rows of cages lining the walls on the left and right sides. At the other end of the room was another door with cabinets aligned to either side. M.C. was lead to the table.

“Get up there on that there table girl”

M.C.'s dazed mind could not resist, she struggled slightly to raise herself up onto the table, her hands being locked behind her back making the task more difficult than it would have been otherwise. Top removed the collar and handcuffs, and then the garter belt and stockings her last vestige of clothing were also removed.

“I can appreciates ole Billy-boy's sense of style, but you ain't gonna' have no further need of any kinda' clothing girly.”

“No need of clothing?” The thought resonated in M.C.'s muddled head.

Top then took out a cloth tape measure and took some readings of his new acquisition's neck, wrists and ankles. Having jotted the measurements down on small note pad he left the girl sitting on the table as he went to one of the cabinets at the far end of the room. He returned with five metal bands, the bands looked similar in shape except for size. To the naked eye they looked like solid bands with D ring on one side, but in fact they sort of resembled a woman's a rather plain bracelet hinged on one side and a hidden locking mechanism on the other.

Top picked up a clipboard that dangled from the end of the table, “Hmmm, Millicent is it, age 25, height 5'7”, weight 117 lbs. measurements 38”24”34”. I'll just bet your folks called you Millie and that's just what I'm gonna' call you. Millie these here (he pointed to the bands) may look like ordinary lil' bracelets to you but they ain't. You're gonna' find they have some very special attributes.”

Millie sat trance like on the table hearing every word Top uttered but unable to respond.

He picked up the largest of the bands, and using the tip of his always handy “Buck” to depress a tiny button on one side of the band, it sprang open in his hands. He lined up one half at the nape of Millie's neck then closed the other half (the D ring aligned in front) until with a click it encircled her pretty little neck.

“Now the first amazing aspect about this little doodad is that when I press this here little button a kinda electronic welding goes on inside that locks it permanently around that pretty white neck of yours.” He pressed the button and a slight whirring sound could be heard. When it stopped, he said; “Now that little trinket ain't never comin' off.”

The words “never comin' off” registered on Millie's befuddled brain and somewhere a loud and profound “NO” echoed within its' confines but she remained powerless to respond, sitting quite motionless as Top went on.

He took the other four trinkets and fastened them just as permanently to her wrists and ankles.

“Now Millie we start early round here so I'm gonna let you rest up some, your trainin' starts first thing in the mornin”.

“Get yourself down from that table now. That's a good girl”, he patted her on the head, “now down on your hands and knees.”

Millie's mind was still reeling as she thought: “What, down on my hands and knees like some kind of dumb ani… anim… animal”, and again a resounding “NO” rang through her muddled brain as she obediently dropped down on all fours.

“Good girl,” he patted her head again. “Now, come on girl”. He directed her to one of cages.

In her mind Millie rejected every word Top spoke to her, but she still felt herself floating along like a balloon, and she was powerless to resist any order Top had to give her.

Top opened the cage, “Good girl”, and with a pat on the rump “inside you go.”

Millie's mind was just not functioning, she kept thinking, “I can't be doing this”, and yet found she was powerless to resist, she crawled obediently into the cage still wondering: “Why?”

Top closed and padlocked the cage door leaving her alone.

“Sleep tight Millie, mornin' comes early”.

And although Millie hadn't really felt tired she curled up in the cage and fell into another deep sleep.

End, Part 2