Julia · Bound · Part 3

Julia · Bound · Part 3 (3/3)
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Still no calls from Marvin after a fortnight and Julia was a little frustrated. Just the idea of being bound tight and gagged always got her going and she wondered why he’d not yet asked. But still life went on and it was a happily humming Miss Banbury who was driving back to the farm from an appointment in Flagstaff when she saw a biker parked by the roadside. Passing him and it looked, by the fact he had a toolbox out that the guy had broken down. As she was driving the pick-up with Jerry’s tools in the back Julia wondered if she should assist. They were miles from nowhere, the canyon being a short-cut to their town. A check on her ‘cell proved there was no reception up here in the valley. “Typical!”

Julia turned round and headed back, drawing off the road about twenty yards from the biker. The guy lying down, cursing as he twisted a spanner. Only after she’d stopped did Miss Banbury realise that the man was a Hells Angel. His rather dusty ‘colours’ spread over the saddle.

“Damn and blast,” she muttered, having been warned by Jerry that the ‘Chapters’ round here were not the sort ‘that a fine English gal’ should associate herself with. But now it’d be a bit daft and heartless to drive off again and leave him stranded.

It made quite a sight. The smart suited and high-heeled Miss Banbury talking to a rather scruffy biker. But at least he’d not told her to ‘f### off’ when she’d asked could she help. Instead, after a look of surprise he’d actually been polite and accepted her offer. Jerry’s box had just the tool it seemed and took a few moments for the guy to work it out and the machine burst into life. It still sounded rough but…’Nah it always does young missy. But thanks for stopping.’ he grinned, that fading as a cop car thundered past.

The two officers looking over and saw them for a moment. Brake lights came on and the Arizona Highway Patrol vehicle slid off the road and did a u-turn. Slowly returning and paused just beyond Miss Banbury’s pick-up, the lights now coming on. Both officers got out and one came close, the other standing off in case of trouble, his gun hand just above his pistol belt.

“ID’s please” he asked shortly, “Both of you. Lady first” Julia nodded and went to her pick-up. Getting the Arizona drivers licence out of her handbag, wishing she’d not left her passport at home. “Here you go Sir” she replied pleasantly, handing it over. The cop reading her name and the other details. “You’re a Limey?” was the next question and that bridled her. “Yes Sir, but I don’t see what difference it would make.” she replied tartly. “Nothing just seems strange. A Brit lady out here alone with…one of them” and she saw the biker’s face darken. He too pulled out a wallet and produced his own ID. The officer checking it, holding it up close as if it was fake. Then taking both to the car, the other cop joining him as they sat back in air-conditioned comfort.

“Easy missy,” the biker said quietly. “AHP don’t like me and my boys. Just stay cool.” Which was a rather daft thing to say in hundred plus temperatures. She could kill for a drink and was just thinking about going to the pick-up when the cops got out again. Officer ‘Personality’ came up and handed the ID’s back. “You can go buddy, missy waits here” he said to the biker. The man paused then thanked Julia for the tools and put them back in Jerry’s box, went to his machine and rode off. She did reply but once the Angel had left was about to ask what was going on when he told her to ‘shut up’ “Need better ID for you.

That pick-up ain’t yours…” Julia interrupting, saying it was her boyfriends and she was only using it because her car was being serviced. “Oldest trick in the book missy.” and he gave her a look that chilled Miss Banbury. “Look Sir, if I had cellphone reception I’d call him. Then you’d know I’m not lying” she said, starting to get concerned now, but wanting to remain polite. Being rude to a cop was the quickest way of getting herself busted. He stood there looking her up and down.

“Please SIR, you must believe me” she said, her voice getting a bit ragged now. The heat was making her wobble on her heels.

“Be quiet missy. Just need to talk to my buddy. Stay right there” he ordered and turned and went to the other guy and they headed into the car. They conferred then an agreement seemed to be reached as the rude one came back. “Right, gonna take you down to the station. Something’s not right. You, a biker, wrong answers ‘bout the pick-up. Now turn around and put your hands on the vehicle” he said finally.

Julia Banbury was horrified. “But…no way! Just call Jerry…please Sir. Just call him” she said at last, getting tearful, standing there with this smirking copper eyeing her in a totally inappropriate way.

“Bob, give me back up!” he called as the other officer swigged from a bottle. He dropped it into the dirt and drew his firearm. Coming to stand just behind his partner. This time she obeyed the shouted order. Wincing as her fingers almost sizzled from the heat of the metal. A hand gripped her left wrist and pulled it behind her back, snapping on the cuff with some relish, then the same for the other and Julia was sobbing now. Jumping as the voice told her to stop making a fuss. Fingers removed the keys from her pocket, the girl sure the ‘pat-down’ of her hips and ass wasn’t accidental.

Safely cuffed she was propelled towards the car. The two officers getting the crying girl into the back. To her utter shock one produced another set of cuffs, took her shoes off then having secured her ankles locked the irons to a heavy bolt in the floor.

Despite being trained in financial services rather than criminal law Julia Banbury was sure, having seen enough ‘wildest police’ shows on TV that these guys were abusing their powers now. “If you don’t stop wailing miss, I’m gonna properly shut you up” one snapped as she sobbed uncontrollably. Unable to stop she saw what was coming next and screamed. The gag was rammed into her mouth and tied off. “Right Bob bring her pick-up” he said, slamming the door and getting into the front.

They roared off, back the way she’d come. Heading not for the nearest town it seemed. So where the hell were they… and it made her scream and cry even more. Struggling in the cuffs, her wrists aching as the metal dug in. The cop cursed her vilely, using language she’d never thought an officer should use in public. Banging his fist repeatedly on the screen that separated them, yelling at her to shut up or face consequences. His driving was appalling, swerving all over the road and she was simply terrified now.

The end came minutes later. Speeding round a bend he stomped on the brakes and skidded to a halt. Throwing Miss Banbury across the car, screaming in pain as the cuffs jerked both ankles as she’d been tossed about. The back doors flew open and many hands grabbed hold and tried to drag her out and Julia wailed as the metal dug harder into her legs. “Stop, she…bloody hell they’ve cuffed her to the floor!” a rough voice said. Her eyes cleared from the tears and she saw an incredible scene. The cop who’d ‘arrested’ her was face down on the floor by the roadside. A group of leather clad ‘Angels’ holding rifles, all pointing at his torso.

Twisting round she saw her pick-up, more men ordering the other officer out at gunpoint. Keys were produced and Miss Banbury was freed from the bolt in the car and lifted out. But the bikers were about to uncuff her limbs when a male voice, much older said ‘stop’

Her eyes widened in shock, seeing a ‘Colours’ clad Vicar advancing on her group from the roadblock ahead. He removed the gag and Julia choked as it was pulled away. “Water, please Sir. I need water” she croaked, trying to stay upright, as she still had the ankle cuffs on. A bottle was thrust across and held up, the life giving liquid pouring into her. The lass thanking him once she’d drained it.

“Question time, why did they arrest you?” she was asked. An amazed Miss Banbury stood there in the blistering heat. Answering questions from a vicar, while helplessly cuffed hand and foot! What would Jerry say about that and it almost made her grin, shamefully feeling a twitch from below. Eventually he ordered her to be freed and a slightly relieved and tearful girl was led back to her pick-up, told to sit in it but informed she was NOT to leave, an Angel staying with her. She grabbed some sweets from the glove box, offering one to the guard who eyed it suspiciously then took it.

The two cops were now cuffed and brought before the vicar. Julia sat in her pick-up, amazed at the fact no other vehicles had gone past. She assumed ‘road closed’ signs must have been placed further up and down to stop anyone else coming on the scene. Their questioning took a while and a quietly trembling Miss Banbury watched. Officer ‘Rude’ getting a slap and she wryly smiled at that. Once the vicar had finished the two cops were frogmarched to their vehicle and placed in the back. Two Angels got in the front and the vehicle, plus most of the bikers drove off.

Julia was summoned back and she slowly walked over to the vicar. Her heels clicking on the tarmac and the lass regretted not changing into sneakers when she’d had the chance. Two of the Angels standing alongside as if on guard. “Tell me more about the biker you helped” he asked and Banbury did. Staring to say how she’d assisted with the repairs. “Well, he just used Jerry’s stuff, got it fixed then the cops got involved” she added. “No, what I wanted from you was his ‘Colours” the man said.

She paused, trying to remember. “Er.. Blue and gold. Eagles head over a US Flag, I think” and Julia looked at the back of the guy next to her. “Not like his, why, does it matter?”

There was a stunned silence, Julia quickly realising she’d stuck her size fives firmly into her mouth.

“Yeah, fraternising with the enemy. Not a good idea” Came the rumbling voice from the guard to her right. The vicar stared at her. “You helped a Phoenix, we’re Flagstaff. We do NOT get on” he said at last. Miss Banbury tried to apologise but stopped when the man raised a hand. He thought for what seemed an age as she swayed in the heat.

“Sorry missy cannot forgive this transgression…”

Julia’s heart missed a beat, she even felt cold despite the burning sun. “Please Sir, just let me go” she said, starting to realise she could be in bigger trouble now. Arrested by cops was one thing. Having them, AND herself captured by some rather cross Hells Angels was ten times worse!

“Barretts Canyon, take her there” he said to the others as three more Angels arrived. Julia was shocked as her arms were grabbed; twisting them back and to her horror the cuffs were reapplied. “NOOOO…” she screamed as a hand came round and held her jaw. She tried to bite the fingers but that just made things worse. The gag was picked up from the dirt and roughly shoved in and tied off. Struggling now she kicked out and the Angels laughed as she missed by miles, two men grabbing her legs and the other cuffs were locked on.

A struggling Julia was carried to her pick-up and dumped into the back. Turned onto her front then her ankles were brought up and the Angels hog-tied her like Marvin had done and a blanket covered the body. Despite herself she felt her pussy twitch again. Bloody hell not now, she thought. While lying in bed dreaming about being in utter peril, then bringing her off was one thing. Actually having this scenario for real was something else.

The vehicle roared away and Julia sobbed all the way, bouncing up and down once they left tarmac and headed up what felt like dirt or gravel track. They skidded to a halt and doors opened and closed. The blanket was pulled off and sunlight flooded the back. Julia screaming as the brightness hit her eyes. Hands freed the rope then she was dragged off the back and once her eyesight recovered she saw they were near the end of a narrow canyon with another pick-up there. A small cave at the very end. The vicar waiting with two more of the Angels. This pair unusually wearing hoods as they stared at her. One walked up and examined her body, hands rubbing her ass. “Seems a shame to waste good stuff like this” the vicar said. Julia thinking he meant her.

“Strip her” was the order given.

Hands closed in and Julia struggled as her cuffs were briefly freed, her suit and shoes removed by the two hooded men and folded up. Then her wrists re-cuffed again before being ordered to step into her shoes again. Shuddering, standing there helpless in her rather lacy underwear Julia flushed as many male eyes roamed over her figure. Even the vicar came close and stared.

“Take her to the firing point” he said and they all smiled as two of the Angels reached into the other pick-up. Her eyes widened in terror as rifles were produced. She screamed into the gag, unable to comprehend at first what they were doing.

She did her best to struggle as they marched her along. Staggering in her heels, crying, shaking in terror as they dragged Julia into the cave and she saw what awaited her. A tall post standing to one side with loops of metal at various heights. All opened and she guessed correctly this was for her.

The bikers grinned as they shoved Julia closer to let her see it. “Right, you two, put her in” the vicar ordered and the guns were laid to one side. The hooded men took over, eyes gleaming as someone else uncuffed her wrists but held them tight as she was pushed back and the metal loop at waist height was brought round and locked. The same action performed for her neck. Julia’s arms were tugged behind it and each secured. Lastly her ankles were surrounded by steel, the girl too terrified to even kick out now. Crying softly into her gag, trying to ignore the fact her pussy was getting seriously wet. Now she was finished they all stood back and looked at her as one of the hoods pocketed the keys.

His mate came forward and Julia’s eyes were closed as he gripped her hips, sliding her knickers down. Jumping as what felt like a vibrator was slowly pushed in. She dare not open them now; he might see something in them that she couldn’t admit. The fact she was SO turned on now as her underwear was rearranged and he stepped back. ‘Hell of a way to go’ she murmured as the damn thing started to work. More footsteps and a blindfold was applied and tied off. By heck she felt… calmer now, but strangely enervated too as the hammering rapidly increased. She barely heard the voice called the firing party ‘to attention to orders’ “Party, charge arms,” a clinking as the handles were pulled back.

Buzzzz…it was coming, and she pleaded with her body to hurry up!

“Firing position,” scrunching footsteps and she assumed they were lining up.

BUZZZZ…oh hell, please come ON and she suddenly felt it rising to envelop her.

“Take aim” ‘YESSS!!!!’

The orgasm to beat all orgasms tore through Julia’s body and she faded away in bliss.

She awoke to silence. The heat still there, standing secured to the pole and helpless. Miss Banbury gave a moan through the gag, freezing as a footstep scrunched on the gravel right in front of her.

“Julia, you OK honey?”

She screamed. It was JERRY!

Bursting into tears, her hands flapping wildly as he placed both hands round her waist and hugged hard.

“It’s alright honey, I’m here now” he crooned as she almost fainted. Had the steel not held her up she’d be a sobbing mess on the dusty floor. His fingers stroking her hips and despite her situation Julia began to get those twinges again.

“Now listen love,” he said, “Before I free you, you need to listen very carefully. Understand?” she paused then nodded. Wondering what the hell this was all about.

Julia Banbury listened in amazement as Jerry told her this was all a set-up! Everyone involved were members of the Arizona Alternate Lifestyle Association. A group of people who did crazy things like this for sexual gratification! She shuddered, but was SO relieved. Mind you it was hard not to get angry at having the crap scared out of her, mainly because it had worked.

Despite the scenario she HAD been turned on, the groping, being stripped, cuffed and suchlike. The firing squad might have been a step too far but hey, she was so impressed they’d done all this for her, and them. Jerry going on to say there were just as many women partners in the association as guys. Though today’s session had been for the blokes only. The ladies would see the results tomorrow as an amazed Julia discovered this had all been filmed. “Julia’s Judgement’ we’re calling this one. So, do you want to be freed and meet your co-stars?” he said and by now he could see her smiling behind the gag. She nodded and Jerry began to release her.

Her eyes took a while to re-adjust in the light of the cave. A blanket screen covering the entrance for the moment and she sighed as Jerry unlocked her wrists, playfully slapping him as he returned to do her neck, waist and the ankles. He grinned then took her into his arms as she broke down. “Easy honey, it really is alright” he said, rubbing her gently. Taking time to get his girl sorted out. Her clothes here and a bucket of water with towels and a hairbrush set too. “Give me twenty minutes alone love, please” she asked, smiling now and they had a kiss.

Julia heard a small cheer break out as Jerry left, also she could smell cooking and realised there was a barbeque being prepared nearby. She gave herself a careful wash and dry-off. Pleased that there was also fresh underwear placed there. Miss Banbury was smiling now and having dressed gave the pillar a closer look. It really was an impressive sight and she paused then stepped into her heels, advanced and stood up to it again, feeling a real surge as she shuffled her ankles back into the others. Bending down and closing both, doing the waist and her neck.

Lastly reaching round the back and placing her wrists in the steel loops. Almost praying for them to lock and hold her helpless again. “Wow, awesome” she grinned, stepping out again, reaching for the sunglasses and heading to the screen, just as Jerry returned, asking was she ready now?

A long smoochy kiss then, “Right let’s eat, and honey, thanks for a wonderful day”

This time a huge cheer rang round the canyon as a glowing Julia walked out. Jerry raising her arm like a boxing champ and she looked round. All the bikers applauding her, even the fake ‘cops’ were here, one giving her a whoop of the car’s siren and she raised a hand for silence which fell quickly.

“You’re all… bastards!” she laughed and the cheers got louder as everyone came forward to hug and shake hands as the party got started. It lasted a while as evening drew closer, fading sunlight throwing shadows on the canyon walls as everyone talked, Julia saying how it had felt from her side. The lass amazed on finding Charlene Makin was here and had been doing the filming. “You cow! I never had a clue!” and that was the cue for more cheering as the women embraced. The other hooded Angel now revealed as Marvin himself. So the main groping had been done by people she could…well, trust?

Finally with more handshakes and kisses they arranged to meet up tomorrow at the Association’s club to watch the DVD of today’s action. The barbeque was packed up and people began to depart until only the Makin’s and Julia were left.

“Marvin, could I have a word,” Julia said as the others drank some juice. The roar from the departing vehicles and bikes had faded now. He came up but paused when she pointed for them to go behind the screen. Once there she spoke…

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he exclaimed when she’d finished. Julia smiled when he nodded, “OK”

Jerry couldn’t believe it when his brother came out from behind the blanket ten minutes later wearing the broadest smile on his face since he and Charlene had got married years before. He handed over the keys for the pillar, saying Julia now wanted to see him… alone.

“We’ll pick you up in an hour bro” he grinned, patting Jerry’s shoulder before he took Charlene’s hand and went to the pick-up, then drove off down the darkening canyon.

Makin was amazed when he went in to see her there and he mentally ran through the checklist. No wonder Marv had smiled if she’d asked him to do what he saw.

Julia Banbury was standing there naked, except for her high heels. The suit neatly folded nearby.

Blindfolded.

Tightly gagged.

Locked to the pillar by neck, waist, ankles, and by going silently round the back he saw her wrists were secured too. The fingers twitching slightly as she tried wriggling in the bonds. Perfect breasts jutting proudly out because of the way her shoulders were forced back. Her flushed face…

The girl could only be waiting for him.

“Julia love,” he said and she jumped, a cock hardening moan, softly coming from behind the gag. Quite a sight and he quickly stripped off then reached for her. Stroking the trembling skin then rubbing close against her body. Kissing her nose and the sighing got louder as he began to work her nipples, teasing Julia mercilessly then starting on her pussy until he knew it was time. Thus the most amazing squeal and gasp emerged as he began to slide himself into her.

“You ready honey?” he whispered, pulling out slightly.

She braced herself then nodded…

Bouncing down the canyon Charlene smiled as Marvin told her what Julia had asked for. “Yeah, I’m beginning to see what it’s all about now” she said, getting a pat on the leg as reward. “Did you get hard locking her up?” came the next question, slightly loaded perhaps and Makin thought carefully before admitting he had. “Yeah, she’s got a nice body, same as yours love, and I’m only human” he said and his wife smiled. Good answer matey, she said silently as the car stopped.

Charlene, had she been a man would have done the same. Now imagining how the saintly Julia had acted. Stripped naked, standing by the pillar, the lovely doe-eyed lass pleading. Begging to be secured to it. The sound of locks clicking, holding her tight and it made Mrs Makin shudder too…wondering if she… “Good… because I…hope OUR bondage post will be delivered soon then?”

Makin almost stalled the car, looking over at his smiling wife, sitting there nodding. “Yeah, Julia’s Judgement, I’ve decided I cannot have her getting all the fun.” She reached over, opened the glove box and extracted a pair of handcuffs, handing them over then twisting away, offering her wrists. Once they were locked on he guided Charlene back and reapplied her seatbelt.

“Honey, I never thought you’d ask” he replied as they kissed.

Julia · Bound · Part 3 (3/3)
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