Previously in "Every day I write the book"
Our heroine is a writer of sadomasochistic sex stories who has been kidnapped by three men in a black car while trying to walk off her writerís block. She tried to escape but was recaptured, blindfolded and brought to a barn in the middle of nowhere. When the blindfold was removed she discovered that two of her captors were characters from her stories.
Alex grinned at me. "Have you figured it out yet love? "
Tony looked at me levelly. His grey eyes were angry and I shivered a little.
I remembered my story about Tony the computer geek super villain at the mercy of my female secret agent. I shook my head again, beginning to feel angry myself. "How could you trace me? You donít even exist. "
"We do exist. " Jonathan said quietly.
I began to make for the door, but Alex blocked my way. "Oh no, " he said "the funís only just beginning. Youíre not going anywhere. "
"Fun? What fun? What is this about? "
Several images came to mind, involving candle wax and handcuffs and riding crops. Tony nodded as if reading my mind. "You humiliated us and abused us, so weíre getting our revenge. "
Jonathan nodded. "Yeah. "
I glanced from one of them to the other. "I donít remember either of you complaining. " I pointed out.
Alex joined the conversation, his lip twitching in amusement "Yeah right, " he said. "It wasnít you, it was Jude right, or what was the other one called? Mary? Please, anyone could see through those thin disguises, they even both had long brown hair, just like you. Your fiction is pathetic wish-fulfilment and you know it. You canít do it in reality so you do it in your books, am I right? "
I turned on him. "Who the fuck are you anyway, " I demanded. "I donít remember writing you into any of my stories. Youíre far too annoying for a start. "
I examined him carefully. "Nope sorry, " I said, matching his sarcasm. "I doubt I invented you. I donít go in for brainless beefcake. I like my guys cute and malleable, " I gestured dismissively at the other two.
Alex snorted. "Brainless beefcake? Is that what you make of me? Now I really am hurt. You used to be way into guys like me, " he paused, "before you found your so-called dominant side that is. "
"Ah, donít you remember? " he asked. "Back when you were a teenager? You never gave me a name so I had to pick one myself, but you and I had some pretty good times if I remember rightly. "
"OK, OK I remember, " I admitted, finally. Itís not something Iím proud of. Probably the result of reading my Dadís stash of James Bond books at a formative age. My big teen fantasy was of somebody just like Alex, rough and brutal, yet charming and sexy, straight out of any womenís romance novel, coming in and dominating me, doing exactly what I wanted but couldnít say. Of course I left that all way behind since I became all feminist and realised how much more fun it is to fuck with those gender stereotypes. But here he was, back to haunt me.
"So what are you here for? " I asked. "I didnít do anything to you. "
I raised an eyebrow, letting him know I didnít buy it for a second. There was something more to all this but I just couldnít figure it.
"Wh... what are we going to do? " Jonathan asked.
"For godís sake, " Alex snapped at the other two. "This is pathetic. Come on Tony, what did she do to you? "
I snorted. "Donít forget I made you count the strokes. That was the best part. "
"Kind of the same, " I mimicked. "Why donít you tell them sweety, youíre a big brave boy arenít you? "
"Oh for pities sake. " Alex turned back to me. Keeping his hold on my wrists with one hand, he grabbed my chin in the other and tilted my head back painfully. "What did you do to him? "
Tony snapped at me "I donít know what youíre smiling about. We told you whatever you did to us weíre going to do to you. "
At that he came over and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back still further. He whispered menacingly in my ear, "this is serious. "
I felt the fear return. What the fuck was I doing? I was still in real danger here. Alex was still in front of me, holding my hands behind my back and now Tony was right behind me, closing me in.
"Anyway, " Tony said in his normal voice again. "It wonít be me doing that to you, itíll be Jonathan coz you did it to him. "
Alex said "enough discussion. Letís get on with this. Jonathan, come and help Tony hold her still. "
Jonathan came over, still looking embarrassed, and he and Tony took one of my arms each. Alex stepped back and looked me in the eye, the lopsided smile back on his face. "OK, " he said. "Strip her down to her underwear. "
"No. " I yelled. But it didnít make any difference. Tony wrestled me to the ground and Jonathan pulled off my coat. I kicked and punched out with my hands, but Jonathan gripped my arms behind my back, and Tony held my legs still while Alex yanked off my trainers and socks. I screamed and tossed my head back, attempting to hit one of them, desperately trying to wriggle out of their grasp. They were all breathing fast from the exertion, but there was no way I could escape. Alex rolled me on to my front and sat on top of me, pinning my arms beneath me. The other two pulled off my jeans. Then Alex hauled me to my feet.
I stood there in my shirt and knickers, panting. Jonathan and Tony held my arms behind my back again hard.
"See, " said Alex. "Thereís really nothing you can do. "
I glared at him.
Alex continued. "What happens next is going to be painful and humiliating for you. But you do get some say in exactly how painful and humiliating. You start behaving properly now and we might just go a little easier. What do you say? "
They dropped my arms, and I staggered forwards as they released their grip. I stood up straight, massaging the places where their fingers had pinched my flesh. They all came around to stand in front of me.
"Now take off your shirt, " Alex said. "Slowly. "
"Slower, " Jonathan said gleefully. I shot him a withering look.
I took a deep breath and looked Jonathan in the eye, trying to eliminate all sarcasm from my voice.
He beamed at me. I made myself a promise that heíd pay for that later if I got half a chance.
My clumsy fingers continued until all the buttons were undone. Alex gestured for me to take the shirt off and I shrugged out of it, crossing my arms across my body when I was done. All I had on were my black strapless bra and knickers.
All three men looked at me hungrily. I prayed they wouldnít tell me to take off any more. I already felt so vulnerable.
Alex said "OK, lets tie her up. Whoís got the rope? " I shivered. If they tied me up Iíd have no chance of escape.
I did so. He came over and inspected them carefully. Oh right. I remembered the woman in my story hid a knife in her palm. Unfortunately I wasnít a secret agent like her. I had no such tricks up my sleeve. I didnít even have sleeves any more.
Tony seemed satisfied. "Go over to that pillar, " he commanded. I walked over to the vertical beam in the middle of the room that he was gesturing to, aware of three pairs of eyes on my back and arse.
"Turn around with your back to it, " Tony said. As I did so he came over to me and yanked my hands behind the pillar, binding them together tightly. He tested his knots. "Itís firm, " he told the others. "Sheís not getting out of that. "
Tony stood in front of me, taking in every millimetre of my body. I squirmed under his examination. Finally he came in close, leant in and kissed me hard on the mouth, invading me with his tongue and bruising my lips. At the end of the kiss he took my bottom lip into his own mouth and bit down on it so I whimpered. Then he backed away again. I gasped for breath. I could feel the fear on my face as I looked at him. He smiled. "Thatís just the beginning, " he said.
Jonathan came over and leant in close, putting his hands behind my back and fumbling with the fastening. He kept his gaze down on my breasts as he did so, not looking at my face.
"No, no. " Alex interrupted the moment. "Donít take any notice Sparky, sheís just trying to mess with you. "
"Well go get it then, " Alex snapped impatiently. Tony looked embarrassed. He grabbed up his coat from the floor and went to the door, pulling back the bolt. Before he left the barn he turned and said plaintively "donít start without me. "
Now the door was open. I gazed at it desperately, wishing I wasnít tethered so that I could make a break for it. Then I noticed something on the floor where Tonyís coat had been: a glint of metal. The keys must have fallen out of his pocket when he threw the coat on the floor. He wouldnít be able to open the car.
I waited for a few minutes to let Tony get a fair way away. Alex stood by the door in silence looking relaxed, whilst Jonathan stood shuffling his feet awkwardly in the quiet. Finally I turned my face towards Alex. "You really should have got some more competent people to help you our here. " I said.
"Shut up, " he replied. Then frowned. "What are you talking about? "
I nodded at the floor and he spotted the keys where they lay half hidden by some old rags.
"If you want something done..." I murmured. But he was already half-way towards the door. He turned to Jonathan. "Iím locking you in, " he said. Then his eyes blazed at me. "No funny business, " he said. "Right? "
To be continued...