Thread: The Bimbo Doll (Devilla Roche x October Screams)

Measurements.. scales and porptions.. She could only wonder what those might be for. Out of all the things she had to worry about these three things made the least of sense to her. She imagined this was some sort of game, a rather sick game at that in which she were pressed for time and didn't have much of optional advantage at understanding. They weighted her, scaled her and made note of the things they found as she stood there with an empty head ad confused but rather terrified expression. She never imagined being kindapped would work anything like this at all and had assumed that an entirely different conclusion would form for her. She could only recall what it meant to be kidnapped by things she knew of in the media, books, tv, movies video games.. They all included violent criminal concepts such as these but they often resolved around more practical motives. It couldn't have been money and it couldn't have been entirely personal either. She imagined originally that this was all some sort of sick game where she'd be kept for ransome and until it was paid off they'd further serve to humiliate her but that didn't seem to sit right with her the longer she thought about it. She overheard what Devilla and the maid were talking about but it just didn't make sense to her.. It were as if they were weighing, measuring and noting her as if she were to be manufactured into some sort of product? But how did that make any sense? One thing she could be certain about was that whatever it was they planned to do with her it was very much unlikely that she'd agree to it in any shape or form, otherwise they wouldn't have bothered to kidnap her at all. Her mind wandered as she was taken from the scale back down to the pink hello kitty room and she found herself feeling stupider and stupider by the minute.. Maybe that's what they wanted, to keep her in the dark about everything and make her feel this vulnerable.. but her mind couldn't help but poke towards other curiosities once she saw the uniform set up in her room. She couldn't help but gasp once she saw the design of it, it looked like something you might find in an adult movie store, some sort of slutty costume made for only one purpose.. But that wasn't what disturbed her, what bothered her the most was that when they forced it on her it seemed to fit her almost perfectly but despite all this it humiliated the hell out of her. Her cleavage was anything but hidden and that skirt, it rose so high up her thighs that she felt it was chewing into the middle of her butt. Her cheeks flushed a dreadful red as they'd finish fitting her to the uniform and Devilla began to speak of a place she had never heard of before. She found herself asking what she could possibly mean as her knees knocked together nervously and tried to provide some sort of cover that the skimpy skirt took away from her.. She felt humiliated, objectified as some sort of pornographic movie star and utterly degraded as a woman. Her lips trembled as she tried to understand why this was happening to her and she could only force herself to ask a single word to Devilla in front of her. Why..? She'd ask quietly as the thick french in her voice made it even more difficult for her to ask that one little word.