Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

Willow paced the apartment, her anxious eyes darted to the clock, one arm was over her chest while holding the elbow of her other arm, nervously biting at her fingernails but not enough to actually chip them. "Where is she?!" She asked herself. She was referring to her sister, Jackie, who was supposed to be home by now. Her note said so, but she wasn't. And worse yet, she wasn't answering her phone!

Willow continued pacing, she was wearing a black t-shirt that had white writing on it that read 'Your Inferiority Complex Might Be Justified'. The shirt hugged her flat stomach and hourglass form, her breasts a little hidden by the fabric, but one could still tell she had a nice perky set. The only other thing she wore was a pair of dark blue jean shorts that came to her mid-thigh, since it was a warm day and promised to be a cool but not cold night. "That's it," she stated to herself, slipping on a pair of black tennis shoes she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, "I have to find her." She pulled out her cell phone and started dialing as she closed her front door.

Willow parked in front of the office, taking a deep breath before stepping out of her small blue four door car. She was twenty-one years old, only three years younger than her sister. She stared up at the building that her sister worked in as a student reporter. She climbed the steps and walked in.

"Thank you for calling me," Katie said as she met Willow just inside the office. "Her desk recently moved, it's over here." She led them both towards Jackie's desk.

Willow followed Katie, who was wearing a black skirt that came down to her knees and a white button up blouse, with the top couple of buttons undone. She wore a pair of black heals that clicked on the tile as she walked. Katie was twenty-four, also a student reporter that worked closely with Jackie. "I don't know why she didn't tell me." She thought out loud with worry. It didn't take long until Willow found a piece of paper in Jackie's trash can with an address messily quickly on it. "Let's try there," Katie decided for them both, inviting herself to go along.

They turned off the car in the parking area of the docks. They both stepped out and Willow shivered, "This place is creepy," she said as they looked around, it was a whole bunch of warehouses and the docks. "Why would Jackie be out here?" She asked Katie, who just shrugged, not knowing the answer either.

They started walking, the address only took them to the parking lot, figuring they would start just looking around and see if they could find anything.

The girls' search had drawn some scrutiny, even if they weren't aware of it. The warehouses were surrounded by high chain link fences with barbed wire on top, to prevent thievery of goods stored in the warehouses.

Finally their search led them to a small guard shack with windows at the entrance to the warehouse complex. Staffing the guard booth was a lean, red haired fellow wearing an ill fitting blue uniform with the word Security emblazoned on it.

"Can I help you ladies?" he said, "If you want access to the warehouses I can have someone meet you right here and escort you to where you need to go, give me a moment."

He stepped back into the shed and spoke into a radio handset, using a couple code words that even if they were overheard by the two women, they wouldn't be able to connect them.

"Hey, I've got a couple visitors that need an escort." was the reply. To the person on the other side of the line, they knew someone was following up on the matter of the missing reporter. And this was something that could not be tolerated. After all, the Syndicate's main asset was secrecy...

Willow was relieved when they came across the security booth, "Yes, we would love to look around." Confirming with the man that they did want access. It didn't seem strange to either of them that they needed an escort, it actually seemed quite reasonable - to make sure they didn't steal anything.

Willow glanced over at the security guard when he was talking into his radio, something about him seemed...off. She pursed her lips, she couldn't put her finger on it and it made her shift on her feet. She looked back at Katie when she heard a, "Damn."

Katie was glaring at her cell phone, "No signal. I should have called from the parking lot, or from the office." She said. She looked over just as someone was coming over. "That must be our escort, we can get looking around and out of here before too long." She placed a hand on Willow's shoulder, "We'll find her."

Willow looked over at Katie and gave a soft smile but her worry was still evident. "Thanks, Katie." She turned towards the escort, both girls ready to follow. "We just want to take a quick look around, if that is alright." Willow said, trying to give a friendly smile and swallow her nerves for the time being. Something didn't feel right, but she pushed it aside, it was just the warehouses that were freaking her out.

The two of them were met by a large, hulking dock worker. "Ok, I take it you are looking for the reporter? She was here earlier, our PR guy handled it."

He led them towards one of the warehouses, leading them inside, up flight of stairs saying, "She was here earlier, our Public Relations guy answered all her questions. Just wait in the conference room while I go get him."

He led them into a small, neat conference room. The table was empty save for a roll of silver electrical tape.

"Sit down." the man said. It sounded more like an order than a request. An order that was backed up by a pistol as he stood between the two girls and the door, pointing the gun, "Have a seat, both of you. And stay quiet."

Willow smiled at the dock worker, though it seemed a bit forced, honestly deep in her gut was telling her to turn around right then and there and go back to the car, and take Katie with her. But, he knew about her sister, so she followed, "Yes," She stated, trying to be friendly, Katie was looking around, probably trying to look for any clues. "Jackie, any information we can get would be great." She finished as they walked.

When they entered the room they were both a little confused seeing electrical tape, why would there be tape in a conference room? The demand sent a chill down Willow's back and she stiffened, her stomach dropped and her heart jumped into her throat out of complete terror. When he had spoken they had their backs to him, having glanced around the room, when they turned around Kattie visibly lost color in her face as she gasped, eyes glued on the gun.

Willow also was staring at the gun, frozen with fear, she had never had a gun pointed at her before and she was shaking. Her fear struck eyes moved from the gun to the man holding the gun, to the door, back to the man and then to the gun.

Willow hadn't taken a seat yet, her fear was keeping her in her spot, solid as a rock. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, able to feel every pulse of her blood through her veins. Katie had taken a seat the first time he had asked, though she kept her gaze steady on the gun, except the color gone from her face she didn't seem as nervous as Willow, then again she was a reporter, so she was trained to hold her emotions in.

The man pushed Willow so she sat down in the chair, then he reached over and grabbed the tape off the table. He ripped a five inch piece off the tape and clamped it across Willow's mouth. Then he did the same to Katie.

Then he taped the two women to their chairs. First their hands were taped in front of them, taped together at the wrist with some tape wound between the wrists to make a nice bit of cinching. Then more tape was wound around their arms, just below their breasts to pin them to the chair backs, and even more tape was added just at the elbows, preventing the girls from either bending over to their hands or raising their hands to remove the tape from their mouths. Finally Willow's ankles were taped together, and Katie's were taped apart, combined with her bunching skirt, showed quite a bit of leg.

"Be cool, and nothing will happen to you." the man said, as he stood behind Willow, he fitted his hands over Willow's breasts, groping them through the fabric of her t-shirt and bra.

He walked over to Katie and then fitted his hands over Katie's breasts, groping them through the fabric of blouse and bra. "We just need to keep snooping types like you quiet for a few hours."

He continued to grope Katie, only pausing to unbutton Katie's blouse, as much as she could, opening up the blouse and exposing her breasts and the bra that contained them.

"See, we got a touchy situation in shipping, one your sister became aware of," he glanced over to Willow, "And we can't have that showing up in the paper..."

The tape reduced Willow and Katie's protests to muffled squeaks as he walked over and went to grope Willow's breasts some more.

The push caused Willow to snap back to reality. Before either of them was able to really think about screaming seriously they had tape across their mouths. They both were scared to fight him or protest, thanks to the gun. They just watched him with horror. However when he started groping them it set them off. They both squirmed, trying to get away from his touch, their words being muffled by the tape on their mouths but if one could hear what they had to say, it would be along the lines of 'you sick bastard', and 'let us go'.

Katie struggled as he played with her breasts, her face flushed as he unbuttoned a few buttons exposing her to him, she screamed against the tape something that was along the lines of 'stop'.

Willow met his glance when he looked at her with a sharp glare at him, she tried to say something against the tape but it was lost as a muffle, but it did sound angry. She obviously snapped out of her previous shock. She tried to pull away from his touch, but it didn't work, but she didn't stop wiggling in her seat. His touch on her breast infuriated her, the fact that hare body reacted to his touch, her nipple getting harder under his prods angered her even more.

"I didn't know this is what reporters wore on the job." the man groping Katie remarked, when he saw the red and black and red bra when he unbuttoned the blouse. He fingered the material lightly between thumb and forefinger before walking over to Willow.

After he went over to Willow and kept groping the younger woman's breasts. He could feel the woman's breasts hardening underneath the fabric of her t-shirt and bra and said, "Someone's enjoying this..."

He undid the button on Willow's shorts and the zipper, showing off the girl's panties, rubbing the silk and lace material covering her crotch. "We'll definitely have fun. I can't wait to see just what you two and the other girl are wearing underneath the far too many clothes you're wearing."

He continued to grope Willow's breasts and touch her sex before he said, "Sleep tight, see you in the morning."

He laughed and headed for the door after ensuring the blinds over the windows were down, heading out of the room.

The morning? Long before the sun came up, the dock worker returned with a couple other people, one of whom included the red haired security guard. The tape was cut from around the girls' arms, and ankles, allowing them to walk. Their mouths and hands remained taped, however and they were led from the room. Willow's shorts were yanked off entirely, to let her walk and the shorts were stuffed in a bag and carried by one of the three men.

The two girls were led to a van with dark, tinted windows and herded inside. There were two seats behind the driver and passenger seats, separated by a bit of floorspace. Willow and Katie were seated in these seats and tightly taped down again, with tape below the breasts and around the arms, and even more tape at the elbows to prevent them from reaching up and pulling off the tape over their mouths. Their ankles were taped together and seat belts drawn tight. The three men got into the van and it was driven away from the docks and towards the freeway and then onto the freeway towards an anonymous office park.

The van stopped in the underground parking garage and once again Willow and Katie were hauled out, hands and mouths still taped, and led towards an elevator. The dock worker was holding Willow, and of course groping the blonde woman's breasts, while the red haired security guard held Katie and of course groped the brunette's breasts as they stepped into an elevator, moving to the fifth and highest floor of the building.

The girls were led down a narrow corridor and as they approached a large office they were hearing a series of muffled grunts. Was it Jackie? And if it was, it was obvious she had been gagged as well.

The door was opened by the third man and sitting in wooden office chair was Jackie. Her hands were tied behind her back, her blouse unbuttoned entirely, and her ankles tied together. A strip of black tape sealed the woman's mouth.

Willow and Katie were herded into the room and held in place. From a darkened corner of the room stepped a dark skinned man wearing an expensive, tailored suit. "You three," he said, speaking with a refined accent, "Are in a bit of trouble for finding out about the company I work for, let's just say a multinational crime syndicate. There still remains the question of just what to do about you three...and that will depend on how you do in the next few moments. Do exactly what you're told, understand. Nod if you understand and will obey..."

Willow looked away from the man when he commented on her enjoying it, she wanted to scream at him but it would have been useless. Her body was sensitive and was reacting on its own, even though her mind screamed that she wasn't enjoying it. When he started to play with her womanhood she squirmed even more, trying every possible thing to move her body away from his touch, but it was useless. Her body was betraying her again and she was extremely glad when he stopped.

They both were relieved when he left, but they didn't relax. They thrashed against their bindings trying to get loose, but it was no use. The two woman looked at each other, they both had similar looks of fear and anguish on their faces. They weren't sure what exactly was going to happen to them, but they knew that it wasn't going to be good.

After a little while Katie drifted off to sleep, her head hanging as her breathing evened out, almost normal. Willow however took a little longer to fall asleep, she was anxious and scared. She was worried about her sister, what had happened to her, where was she, what did she get herself into. Eventually she joined her sister's friend in a light slumber.

They both jolted awake at the sound of the door opening and their eyes widened as they saw more men come in along with the dock worker. Katie had a complete look of fear on her face, they were very intimidating men. Willow however, was able to collect herself in the small time that they had been alone, she shot all the men a very dirty glare as she screamed at them, though it was just muffled grunts and noises. It was useless but it made her feel better.

They were ushered to the van, Willow had goosebumps over her legs from not having any pants on. They squirmed once they were sitting down and were groped, Willow glared at the men and squirmed a little harder that Katie was.

When they were ushered into the room and Willow saw Jackie she called out and tried to yank away from the man that was holding her to get to her sister, who also called out when she saw them and pulled against her restraints to also try and get to her sister, but failed. All three women looked towards the dark skinned man, they paused for a moment, looked at each other, then back at him. What choice did they have? If they didn't obey they would surely be killed, if they obeyed, maybe they wouldn't be. Willow knew it was hopeful thinking that they wouldn't be, but i there was any chance at all it would to listen. All three girls nodded their heads, slowly and a little unsure, but it was done.

"Good, good, now the first order of business, ladies is this. You're wearing far too much in the way of clothing. What I want you three to do is to strip down to your bras and panties. If you're wearing heels, great, keep them, but if you're not..." he looked straight at Willow when he spoke, "then no shoes."

He cleared his throat and then continued, "When you three are down to your bras and panties, put your hands behind your backs. Oh, leave that tape on your mouths for now..."

The girls were untied, one at a time, first Jackie, then Willow, and then Katie. After each girl had stripped their hands were taped behind their backs and they were made to stand, held by one thug, each man groping the breasts of the woman he held...

The girls looked at each other, each one very apprehensive about the whole thing, they all knew where this was headed and it made them anxious. As they were untied they did as they were told. It seemed that resisting would be worthless and probably just get them hurt. They pushed the clothes they stripped off to the side. Willow had also kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks.

Each put their hands behind their backs when they had finished, as was instructed. Jackie's face was flushed from color and she was biting her lower lip. Katie and Willow both were blushing lightly. The girls shivered as there seemed to be a breeze, or maybe it was just the cool air.

Katie couldn't suppress a moan as her bra-clad breast was groped. Jackie just tried to ignore the groping, her eyes focusing on the ground. Willow struggled a little against her handler a little bit, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to break through. She wanted them to stop handling her breast, she was quite sensitive and her body was reacting in a way she didn't want to acknowledge.

"Alright ladies, here's how the next event is going to work." the man said, "We're gonna play a game of musical chairs, with a twist."

There were two office chairs that were dragged into the middle of the room and the man headed over to his computer and pulled up iTunes and was going through his playlists as he spoke.

"The way this works, ladies, is you play musical chairs, just like the normal version. You walk around the chairs in circles until the music stops. This is a single elimination round. If your butt isn't in a chair when the music stops that means you're out of the game." the man said, "The consequences for this game are as follows: once you're out of the game, you take off your underwear. Then round two begins, and of course that means one more chair is removed."

"Let's get started then..." the man said and started the music. The three girls were ushered to the two chairs and were prodded into walking around them.

Then the music stopped...