Julie Martine is a secretary working for Dr. Vladimir Petrovich, a plastic serguon. She leads an ordinary life. Everyday, she wakes up exactly at the same time, dresses in a sexy suit that hugs her busty body, puts on her high heel shoes and goes to work. She carefully chooses the perfume and the accessories she'll wear that day. One day it's the seductive pearl necklace, on the other it's the elegant anklet. Her blue eyes attract everyone's attention, be it men or women.



As a woman in her late thirties, Julie keeps her busty body in shape by jogging whenever she can find the time to do so. Every night she comes home tired and after peeling off her nylons and taking a good shower, she enjoys reading a vintage novel while sipping her wine. Every once in a while she enjoys going out on a date with men who share her vanilla tastes.



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Everything was normal in Julie's life. But that rainy night changed things forever. Unable to find a cab in that weather, Julie and her nurse friend Justine L. ( a petite brunette, five years younger than Julie ) were walking to their favorite restaurant, after work, when suddenly a Mercedes stopped by and two men grabbed Justine and abducted her right infront of Julie. She went to the authorities but they weren't able to find her. She knew something was wrong when everyone in her office acted as if nothing had happened. Dr. Petrovich didn't believe her and said Justine was going to take a couple of days off. Another eye witness to Justine's kidnapping claimed he didn't remember a thing.



Trying to hold on to her sanity, Julie decided to take matters into her own hands. She even secretly enjoyed playing the detective sice it made her escape the routine of her life.

Her own lenghty investigation led Julie to some dark secrets. But her best friend's safety was at stake so she couldn't stop now.







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Julie's high heels clicked and clacked on the wet alley's pavement. She stopped infront of a triskelion sign with neon lights. She opened the rusty door and took her first step down the stairs.

Distant music and noises were audible to her and after going down the three sets of stairs, she found herself at the end of a long line infront of a closed door. Men and women of all ages in business suits, goth outfits etc. were waiting to get inside.



Julie made her way to the other end of the line and knocked on the door. A girl in her mid twenties with panda eye make up, opened the door.



"I'm looking for my friend Justine" Julie said trying to communicate inspite of the loud music.



"Don't know her" the girl shrugged.



Julie took a deep breath.



"I'm here to see the GamesMaster" she said in a shaky voice.



The girl slammed the door to Julie's face. A minute later a woman dressed like an opera singer opened the door and without a warning pulled Julie inside.



"Follow me" the older woman said in a seductive voice,



Sex Pistols' "Submission" was playing in the background. The club was crowded and the whole place was very dimly lit. Julie looked around and she was terrified of the things she saw.



There were cages hanging from the ceiling. Inside the cages were handcuffed, naked women with

strange shiny balls stuffed in their mouths. They danced slowly to the music. A couple were spaking a woman dressed in nothing but white ankle socks and black ballet pumps. Another girl was licking an older woman's court shoes, as the woman pressed the spike heel of her other foot on her buttcheek. People dressed in shiny latex and leather crowded the dance floor.



The woman leading Julie, opened the door to a room in the back of the club. They went inside. The woman locked the door. Julie was startled. She wanted to get out of here no matter what.



The room was lit with a single light bulb. Muffled screaming filled the room. Julie looked at the far corner of the room to see a dirty matress. On the matress were a man in his forties and a woman. The woman's whole body was mummified with ducttape. The man ignored the helpless woman's screaming as he wrapped the roll of tape around her mouth. The woman looked at Julie with begging eyes. The man looked at Julie for a second and then kept wrapping the duct tape over the squirming woman's eyes and around her head.



Julie took a step back but the opera singer shoved her infront of a computer with a webcam attached to it. On the screen was a twenty your old young man sitting in a comfy chair, infront of the poster of Hitchcock's "Marnie". There were two women in their forties, kneeling beside him. One of them was dressed in white lingerie and matching high heels. The other was dressed in black leather. They looked drugged as they purred and the man stroked their hair. Another woman with red high heels, was used as a footstool, as the man rested his feet on her back. She was wearing a rubber swimming cap and her mouth was taped shut, with a piece of shiny black tape. A butthook was inserted in her tiny asshole and the rope attached to the hook was tied around her ponytail. She looked restless and kept producing erotic muffled noises under the tape sealing her lips.



"So you're the nosy gal looking for J?" he asked Julie, as he fed the woman in leather a sugar cube.



"I want to talk to the GamesMaster" Julie said nervously, trying to portray an air of confidence.



"Your wish has been granted Ms. Martine" the man said as the other woman gulped down a sugar cube from his palm.



"But you. you're like what twenty one?"



"Next month" he replied



Julie was confused.



"Don't let my age fool you. Julie"



Julie didn't like this man adressing her with her name.



"What did you do to her?" she said, fighting her tears.



"She's fine. She has a new life now"



"Please. don't hurt her" she begged.



"Look around you. do you like what you see. The air of mystery. Seductive, isn't it?"



"It's perverted" Julie answered and angrily, began walking towards the door.



"Do you want to see her, Julie?" the man said in soft voice.



Julie stopped in her tracks.



"Where is she?"



"You've come this far Julie. Why? To find your friend? Who knows maybe your sweet J. is just a mere macguffin. And maybe it's your own journey of self discovery that is important. Maybe you longed for something different, something beyond your limitations. Excitement. If you want to see J. it'll be in our terms." he said in a commanding voice. Do you want to."



"Yes!" Julie interrupted in midsentence.



"You see in a way, I'm just a pawn like others. In a higher position that is. So you agree to do things on our terms?"



"Y. Yes." Julie's voice shaked.



"Fine. Ms. Van de Linde?" the man adressed the woman dressed like an opera singer.



And without a warning, the older woman clamped her silk handkerchief over Julie's nose and mouth.



"MMMMPFRRR?!" Julie shrieked in surprise and began thrashing wildly.



The sweet sickening smell made her feel dizzy. The woman wrapped her free arm around Julie's waist. Julie mewed helplessly like a kitten but with each breath she took, Julie felt her energy draining. After a few moments Julie slumped in Ms. van de Linde's arms.



"Please take care of her transportation. I trust you Ms. Linde. She asked for it. Let us help her on that mysterious journey she wanted to take so badly" the man said stroking his slave's hair.



Van de Linde smiled and nodded in agreement. She snapped her fingers. The man who had been playing with the mummified woman's helpless figure rose to his feet.



"Let's get her out of here" she commanded him.



The mummified woman was still screaming for help.