Kelly woke dazed, confused and aching. She had no idea where she was, but knew she was lying on a hard cold floor that was unfamiliar. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dark, but she could make out cinderblock walls and a crescent of light high up that must've been a window. Where the fuck am I she said? Hello?? Hello?? Is anyone there? where am I? She got up on her feet tested her legs and arms, nothing broken she thought must just be bruised. Last thing she remembered was ordering coffee at Starbucks.
She heard a noise above her like a chair scraping on the floor and her heart rate quickened. OK this is it. She thought get ready to fight. She thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest and her head was throbbing so badly. She heard someone unlocking a door And it slammed open. All she could make out was a shadow of a large man he was over for 6 feet and was well muscled.
Who are you? She screamed why am I here? I want to go home. You can't keep me here! Talk to me!
She ran full on at the shadow and before she reached it, she felt an arm reach out and grab her around the waist. There had been somebody in there with her!
Keep quiet bitch or I'll knock you out again, the voice behind her hissed.
Kelly kicked and thrashed with all she was worth. Her 5 foot frame was nothing compared to this hulk. She was quickly, losing her breath and realized he was tightening his grip around her diaphragm. She started to gasp and stopped her struggle.
The man in the doorway walked forward and she was able to make out his face. I know you, she said. We go to the same gym. I see you there all the time.
I think the man told you to keep quiet he simply said. The man behind her, changed his grip and linked both his arms underneath hers, pinning them behind her. The motion caused her chest to thrust out. Mmmm, such pretty titties you have he murmured. I've always wanted to see them. He reached forward and ripped her T-shirt up the center. She started struggling again, no! Please don't. She started to cry.
Aw baby it's ok. I'm going to make you feel so good, he crooned. His hands found her breasts and he held them in his hands as like he was weighing them. For her short frame, she was very curvy. Her boobs were 42 double D's, firm with dark pink nipples that were very sensitive. Her skin was porcelain and toned.