Stripped and Evaluated

The door jingled as Elana stepped through. The rugged form of the kidnapper followed a moment later. Elena took a handful of seconds to look around. She must have passed this building many times before, on her way to work, but never had she set foot within its walls. Amy's Tattoos and Piercings consisted of a large room, with a large desk, and a series of pictures hung on the wall. There was a waiting area, with magazines and old books, and a large TV was set into the back, where you could easily see it. beyond this, there was a long corridor, leading off to a series of back rooms. As the door jingled, notifying the building of their entrance, the woman at the reception looked around. Elana felt the sudden need to hide herself, for the woman's gaze was intense.

The woman behind the counter was a red-head, like Elana. But where Elana's hair was long and coppery, falling down her back, this new woman's hair was cut short. It was also a lot more vivid, though she seemed like a natural red-head, Elana suspected she also used colouring and highlights to make her hair catch the eye. Her eyes were striking, a deep blue colour. She was of slender build, wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans, her arms, shoulders and neck were all totally exposed, and Elana could see tattoos curling around each other, dancing across her skin. She also had piercings, one in each ear, and three across her right eye.

As the woman turned around, she caught sight of Elana being dragged into the room, for a moment, there was a look of alarm in her face, and she moved as if to go to help. But the kidnapper spoke.

"This is Elana." He said. "The woman we talked about before."

"Ah." Said the woman behind the desk, the alarm seemed to drain from her body, and she licked her lips, her eyes played over Elana's body. "I see... The one who you're allowed to mess with."

"That's her." The man confirmed. "I set up an appointment for around now, are you available?"

"Well, you're lucky." The woman said. "I don't really have anything else going on right now, and like you said, you did set up an appointment, so..."

She gestured, and the man moved Elana towards the corridor leading to the back of the building. A moment later, the woman moved herself, pushing aside a gate and leaving the desk. For a moment, she stood face to face with Elana. The young red-head tried to prevent herself from trembling. her heart was beating fast, and so much was happening all at once. Part of her loved it, part of her wanted it to go on, but she was also feeling the flow of adrenaline, and some aspect of her still could not belief all of this was actually happening.

"Elana, right?" The woman said. Elana nodded slowly.

"My name is Amy." She went on. "I own this place. Usually, we'd be closed today, but I am being offered a lot of money to work on you. Seems someone wants you marked."

She reached out, a hand closing around Elana's chin, gently guiding her face to the side. Elana felt Amy's touch, it was warm and light, and yet hard to resist. She moved with confidence, like the idea that someone would resist was not only totally alien to her, it was utterly impossible. Elana could not help but get caught up in the wake of it, seeing someone who was the exact opposite of her.

"Good bone structure." Amy said, after a moment. "Good features too. We could do good work with this. Have you ever had a tattoo before?"

Elana shook her head.

"A piercing?"

Again, the same action.

"I see..." Amy said. "Well, let's go to the back, shall we?"

With the man on the right, and Amy on the left, Elana was half escorted half dragged down the corridor. She felt the public attention fading as she moved away from the window, and breathed a sigh of relief, even if she knew she was in for something much worse now. Her lower self felt hot, her hard nipple poked at the inside of her bra. She knew in a moment, that would be taken away from her. She dreaded that moment, and yet also anticipated it.

"Do you know why it's legal to do all of this to her?" Amy asked.

"Not a clue." The kidnapper admitted. "I figure she pissed someone off big time. Either that, or she did something she really shouldn't have. Still, she's not totally unprotected. We can't do serious harm to her, mental or otherwise. But other than that, it really is down to what we want to do."

"She's pretty." Amy said. "Good hair, good figure. Perky boobs. You want to tell us what you did, Elana?"

Elana only shook her head, not able to muster the will to speak.

"Well..." Amy said. "It's probably more fun to guess anyway. So you're going to take her as a ****?"

"Something like that." The kidnapper said. "Actually, I'm not doing it myself. I'm being paid by someone else. All of this is just preparation."

Preparation? Elana turned to regard him for a moment. He didn't bother to stop her this time. Her kidnapper was a handsome man with dark eyes. His frame was muscular, and his hair was close cut and brown. She didn't recognise him, though.

"Who..." Elana gulped, forcing herself to speak. "W-who wants me? C-can you say?"

"'fraid not." The man said, regarding her for a moment. "I was just hired to make it happen. You'll meet them soon, though. Sorry about all of this, but it really is nothing personal. I just go where the money is."

"She's so timid." Amy laughed. "So shy... she'll make a good ****, I think."

By now, they had come to a room in the back. Elana saw that it was tiled, and had a surgical feel to it. There was a chair set up in the middle of the room. it was large, and folded outwards, there were added sections for her arms, and legs as well, so that it could function as a bed. Elana saw that modifications had been made on it, just for her. Straps had been added to securely hold her in place.

She felt panic rising, but knew she couldn't back out now. the sight of the room brought it back to her how real this was. That she was really going to get tattooed or pierced, or maybe even both. And not even by her own choice, but because someone had hired someone else to do it for them! She should have been outraged, and in a sense, she was. But she was also aroused by it, in a very strong way that she could not totally resist. Her whole body tingled as she imagined what was going to happen to her now. She did not have to imagine for long.

"All right." The man said. "Up in the chair. And remember what you said, no resisting. It'll get done either way, but if you break your word, we'll know not to extend that chance to you again."

Elana nodded. Her mouth was dry as she moved towards the chair. It was foldable, and able to be modified, posed, or turned into a bed. There was a metal skeleton supporting it, and it looked rather sturdy. The old leather dug into her back as she sat down, pressing her body into it.

"Almost forgot!" Amy said suddenly. "We're going to need her naked for this."

Naked? Oh god, what were they intending? The man turned back to her.

"You heard her, Elana. Strip."

Elan gulped, but nodded. Never in a thousand years, when she had found that rulebook in the coffee shop, had she thought her day would go like this. Fear and anticipation battled through her being as she reached up for the hook of her bra, her fingers trembled, made clumsy by cold and arousal. in a moment, she would be exposing herself totally to the man who kidnapped her, and to the woman who would be modifying her body. No one else had ever seen her naked. The humiliation was intense, and made her skin tingle.

Elana unhooked her bra, and let it sag to the ground. Her breasts were exposed, and even as they were, she felt Amy step forwards. Elana squeaked in surprise, the other woman's hand moved to her chest, grasping it solidly, though not tightly enough to cause pain. Her touch sent shivers dancing through Amy's already aroused body. Especially when she started to gently clasp her nipple. Elana shuddered, and tried not to moan.

"Look at this." Amy said, gesturing for the man to step over. He did, and the two of them peered at Elana's chest. It was like a nightmare. She stood, frozen in place, not moving or trying to defend herself. Her heart hammered, thumping loudly through her body.

"What're you showing me here?" The man asked. Amy gently rubbed her thumb across Elana's areola, making the younger woman shiver with suppressed delight. Though, her mind rebelled, her body seemed to joyfully take in this torment, a fact that Amy made all too clear a moment later.

"It looks like she's kind of into this. Wouldn't you say, Elana?"

"Um..." Elana flushed, not expecting to have her fetishes called out like that, much less by the people playing into it. "I'm not sure... I mean Um... I....I..."

"I bet she's dripping wet" Amy said. "Trust me on this, I've seen enough subs to know one when I lay eyes on 'em."

"Is that so?" The man said. "So she actually likes this?"

"Maybe not always." Amy conceded. "But look, do you see how sensitive her breasts are?" She rubbed her thumb and forefinger against Elana's nipple, making the younger red head hiss in dismay. "She is absolutely getting turned on by all of this."

"I'll have to keep that in mind." The kidnapper said. "But we have a job to do. Elana, strip."

Amy stepped back, looking on with interest. Elana wanted to look away, wanted to retreat inside of herself and forget all of this. She felt them watching her, both of them, their eyes focused on her body. She kicked off her shoes, feeling the cold tiles against her feet. The buzzing arousal between her legs grew as she **** her skirt down to the ground, stepping out of it. For a moment, she stood still, clad now only in panties and her tights. The tights were black nylon, and showed off her long legs very well. Amy smirked, desire sparking in her eyes. Elana ignored it, forcing herself to act in the moment. Her confused mind floundered, rapidly jumping between desire, terror and excitement. A cold wave ran up her spine as she started to roll back the tights, forcing them down her lower body with an unsteady push. She felt every inch of flesh she exposed, until at last she had them curled up into a ball, which she let drop to the ground.

Now all that remained were her panties and - after being cuffed, **** to expose her chest, and marched to the studio, they were absolutely drenched. A large dark spot of liquid situated right between her legs. Amy's smirk curled into an open smile as she saw it.

"See!" She crowed. "Do you see? I told you. She totally enjoys this."

Elana burned with shame and humiliation, ignoring the words even as her hands closed around the elastic band of her panties. She hesitated, freezing for a moment. no one else had ever seen her naked like this. Did she really want this to be the first time? With strangers like this? But then again, hadn't she always wanted it to be like this? Her fantasies did not include loving embraces, and delicate first times. They consisted of chains and whips and spilled candle wax. If she was honestly given the choice, would she choose her first time naked to be in front of a boyfriend, or like this, in front of strangers?

The choice was hard. Harder than it normally would have been, harder than it probably should have been. Elana did not care. Even with everything happening, she felt so alive. This day had been both terrifying and amazing, and she wasn't done yet. She wanted more.

So she took a deep breath, and kicked off her panties, standing up so that the two strangers could see her totally exposed. Her skin was pale, her legs were long, her frame was slender. Her pussy was clearly in a state of arousal, the labia already partially spread, drooling liquid.

"All right." Amy said. "Now, get on the chair."