Kidnapped

Kidnapped Chapter 3

"Hey wake up. Wake up!" Something is shaking me. I had forgotten where I was for a moment until the dread came back to me, and hard. The voice was new a voice I haven't heard yet. I open my eyes to see boy with olive skin and curly black hair. His nose is rounded at the end and has large brown eyes. He pulls me into a standing possession. "You need to get ready. Remove all your clothes."

I don't know if he knew I was not going to voluntarily remove all my clothes. "Wait who are you and why do I need to get ready?" I stare at him absorbing him into my mind.

"I am Che. And you need to get ready. Chris is waiting." He moves to a small wardrobe across the room and digs in one of the drawers till he finds what he is looking for. " Remove all your clothes and put this on." He throws something to me and in one swift movement I catch it. I hold it in front of me. This thing is not clothes. Its black leather straps that don't cover anything. The straps intertwine with each other till its becomes a whole.

"I'm not looking at you, you know so you can change." he spoke very calm to me but his calmness put me on edge. I check to see if he was looking at me and he wasn't so I strip very fast and slip the thing on. My breast are exposed and so is my ass. My whole front is exposed and then I am glad I had just recently gotten a bikini wax.

In the back there are two straps that need to hook into each other. They are like the ones that are on the front of a belt. I struggle to get them fastened. I was almost successful with the first set but I couldn't even attempt the second set of straps. Che hears me struggling and comes up behind me. "Here, Ill do it." and with that he places his cold hand on my back working the straps into the other.

Once he finishes the first set he moves to the second set. Inches above my ass. I feel uncomfortable and tense up. "Relax," he says. He places his hand on my shoulder sending chills down my spine. I relax my muscles and he pulls my straps tight. I grunt as he finishes. The straps cut into me like knifes but what can I do about it.

He was not trying to look at me when he was fixing my clothes and I appreciate it. He tosses me a dress and I look to read the tag. XS. It reads. I hate how I was so small. I always wanted to be more muscular, but I never was.

I put the dress on. It is a tank top that is gray and flares out into a short skirt that barely covers my ass. There is a large cutout in the back that reveals my back. They are dressing me like a slut and I hate it.

"One more thing" he says. He pushes me into a chair that has a mirror in front of it. HE pulls out some scissors and cuts my hair shorter than it has ever been. The cut is a straight across haircut that follows my jaw line. It looks sexy, what I don't want to look like. He placed a blind fold over my face and half pulled me half dragged me somewhere.