Julie discovers herself (prologue)

Julie felt shock and pain streaming through her at a relentless pace. Standing stretched upright with her hands bound together high above her head, her legs spread apart and tied to rings in the cellar stone floor, she was utterly helpless. Her armpits, face and mound were dripping with sweat, but no one seemed to pay attention. The fact that she was fully naked except for her delicate laced panties and a pair of satin gloves merely added to the glee of the two men facing her. They wore leather trousers and dark shirts, and one of them held a whip. The many blue and red marks on Julie's back and butt made it clear what the flogger was meant for.

Looking back, she had sometimes entertained fantasies of being kidnapped and held captive, for years it had been an occasional fantasy obsession. Julie knew she was a submissive at some plane, but in getting in touch with these guys, had she gone just that bit too far? To make it feel like a realistic kidnapping, she had made the deal with this guy whom she had shared a few coffee with after a night at a fetish club. She had confessed her hidden wish, and he had offered to help. So she had decided to keep him posted on where and how she would be going, day by day, for the duration of a week, and it was unerstood that two friends of his would stalk her and abduct her at some point, then put her to the rough stuff she desired. She would be spanked, bound, brutalized and raped - no holds barred, she had promised in the enthusiasm of this coming true.
One afternoon, as she was bicycling into town to leave some letters on the box, it had happened. A pick-up car pulled up in front of her, a man walked out and after one or two polite phrases, he grabbed Julie by the chest, hand gagged her and held her down. She fought back, but mostly for show, relishing the feeling that he was much the stronger. Together with his friend, he hauled her into the back of the car where she was pushed on her stomach, her hands and feet were bound and her mouth taped shut. The bike was tossed into the back of the car beside her, and a vibe was put on in her cunt and set at low speed to give her something to think about. Julie grunted and thrashed about feeling like the overpowered sex toy she had wanted to be. But when they arrived at the country villa, it had grown harsher. Or had she been mistaken about some of what she wanted?

Now she hung there, her back aching fiendishly, her mouth dry and hoarse after too many cries. She was scared, being spoken of as their captive property and slut, and the thought of being violated for real seemed only half exciting now. Tired and afraid, she felt like calling for help but the ball gag in her mouth prevented that. Even if she hadn't been gagged, yelling for help would have been pointless: there was no doubt at all that they were a long way from any listening and sympathetic ears.