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It was a cold day as Julie rode her motor cycle down some back road in Australia, she could not rember where or when now it was to long ago, she rode a Harley, 95 fatboy down and stoped at a pub, her last day of freedom. She parked the bike outside and walked in, in her tight leather jacket and pants, pulled off her leather gloves sat down at the bar and light a ciggerate. A man in a pickup had been following but she did not know, now did she know he had made her bike inoperable.
He walked in and sat beside her and they chatted, what bout she can no longer rember as she sat on the cold stone floor her wrists incased in heavy shiny steel shackles behind her back. This was linked to another heavy chain wraped around her waist, trailing down to her anckles also locked in to shiny steel shackles and back up over her ampple brests another chain ran linking to a heavy steel collor which was chained to a bolt in the wall. Her anckles where locked to a bolt in the floor, preventing her from standing or laying down. A tear ran dwon her cheek but she could not wipe it away soon more flowed as she rembered that last day so long ago.
The man introduced himself as John, a local and over beers and smokes they chatted, it was getting dark so she got up pulled on her tight gloves and bid him farewell as she mounted her machine. The bike turned over but refused to start, she had a long way to go. John said he owned a mechinc shop and would fix the bike the next day, he loaded it into his truck and they drove off. 15 minutes out of town he stopped at a rest area and went to relive himself, she hopped out and lite a ciggerate, standing 5'8 she looked impressive in her leathers. John joined her and they harmlessly chatted until she bent down to put out her smoke. She was pushed down onto the cold ground her hands being pulled behind her back. Julie panicked as she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being closed around her one ungloved hand. I must break free her mind was screaming. How she did it she does not know but she manged to throw John off her brifely and start running down the road one hand still locked into the cuffs. John soon caught her up and knocked her off her feet face down, Julie cried as she realsied her hands were locked behind her back by the unyielding steel. A hard slap on her left cheek quelled any last thoughts of stuggle, and the blidfold made it almost impossable anyway.
She was led back to the truck by John and made lie down on the floor, Julie could feel another set of cuffs being placed on her anckles. They seemed to drive forever, her one ungloved hand was becoming very sore due to the steel handcuffs. John as if reading her mind stopped the truck and told her not to move saying he had a gun. He kindly uncuffed her ungloved hand and slid the tight leather glove back over it before re-chaining her. "There that should make things easier for you." he softly said, "You had better get used to chains though in your new life."
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