Part 1: The Take
Henrietta was walking back from school, as she always did. She liked the walk as it was a guaranteed half hour of exercise in privacy. As she was walking she felt the cold wind cut into her black tight clad legs. ‘Christ its cold! Why can’t we wear trousers!?’ Hen thought. She was dressed in her school uniform, which comprised a very tight black pencil skirt with a matching black jacket and jumper with a white shirt, she also had to wear a blue and red tie. For shoes the girls were told to be sensible, so Henrietta’s parents had, buying her a very sensible pair of boring black leather brogues from Clarkes, well known for their sex appeal. To top off the dullness she had to wear a black hat with a ribbon with the school crest on it, just great.
Hens parents were both extremely intelligent and very wealthy, her father was one of the country’s most successful bakers, while her mother ran a very successful chain of beauty salons, upshot was that they could afford to send their Henrietta to the finest school, Lady Summerton’s Young Ladies Academy, famed for hard work and strict discipline, it appealed very strongly to her parents. The school was so fancy it had 3 uniforms, one for winter, what Hen was wearing, a summer one, a white dress with matching socks and straw boater hat. To further add to the misery of the girls and their parent’s wallets the 3rd uniform was only worn to formal occasions, it comprised of black skirt, very smart starched black blazer lined with a red stripe down the lapels and round the cuffs as well as the hat. Henrietta was wearing the winter uniform, and was hating it, though she was grateful she wasn’t a boarder, they had to wear regulation panties and bras.
As Henrietta was walking she was thinking about the boy she’d seen checking her out in the town, and why wouldn’t he? Hen was the darling of her year, someone girls wished they looked like. Hen had shoulder length blonde hair, a healthy freckled face with a nose that didn’t jut massively out. This along with the slender curve of her jaw and mouth and emerald green eyes helped her stand out. What also helped was her decently sized chest, a DD, helping make guys eyes pop out on stalks.
As Henrietta walked down the alley she noticed a man behind her, nothing suspicious probably going to the shops. Then she noticed a pair of men standing at the other end of the alley, again nothing suspicious, they were just chatting. Hen approached the men, doing what she always did when men stared, looked away trying to not make eye contact, this was her fatal error. The closer of the 2 men suddenly flung his hand over her mouth. Hen screamed, ‘HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!’ Too late the other man was behind her pinning her arms behind her back. Then she hear the sickening sound of a cable tie and felt her wrists being strapped together. Hen struggled, kicked and bucked. The men just grunted and the leader held his hand tighter over her mouth. They dragged her writhing body to a van. The last thing Hen saw was a cloth being shoved over her mouth and a man running his hand up her leg.