Sarah stepped out of her car and stared at the dark wall of the warehouse in front of her. “Why do all these anonymous tips always lead to some sketchy ass warehouse deep in quiet parts of the city.” She complained. 

Her partner Alissa exited on the other side. Both detectives were dressed in plainclothes of boots, jeans, tshirts, and leather jackets. However they both had their duty belts on with their shields attached and equipment at the ready. “Tips are always like that.” Alissa snorted, tying up her long blonde hair into a ponytail. “They have to hide somehow.” 

This morning, a file had landed on her desk detailing a serial kidnapper. Two girls had disappeared from three different cities up the east coast in the past month, meaning the kidnapper was mobile and not staying long enough for authorities to zero in on them, but the fact that two girls had gone missing from the bars frequented by the local college kids two days ago meant the kidnapper was likely back, and had found another pair of victims. 

While at lunch, she’d received a phone call with an anonymous tip about a warehouse at the edge of the city down by the docks that she may find interesting, and she was obligated to check it out. That led to their current spot as Sarah followed her partner as they checked for cameras. Finding none, the two detectives crept towards the warehouse and walked around the building to one of the side doors. To their surprise, it was unlocked. “I don’t like this.” Alissa said as she drew her gun, holding it out in front of her as she entered. 

Sarah silently agreed, drawing her weapon as well as they entered. It was dimly lit, and both women needed a moment for their eyes to adjust before moving deeper into the warehouse until they came to the main open area. It looked as though they had come from the offices, but now with how long shadows were cast around the room they needed proper light. Glancing around, Alissa found a large power switch on the wall and flipped it, causing the warehouse to light up. Sarah felt her mouth instantly go dry. “Oh my god.” 

The warehouse was cavernously empty except for a few things. In the center of the warehouse floor was a queen bed. Very simple, four posts, a mattress, and grey sheets. What really caught the eye of both detectives was what was hanging above the bed. “It’s…a mobile.” Alissa stuttered as she took in the sight. 

Hanging from the ceiling were a mix of wooden beams and ropes that crudely resembled a children’s mobile that hung over cribs. Sarah had just recently set one up at her sister’s house, who was five months pregnant and had been preparing her nursery for when her new baby boy arrived. But that one had filled her with joy, this one filled her with sickening despair as she looked up at the missing girls dangling ten feet off the ground in bondage. All eight of them were in various states of undress, and bound in different positions in midair. One was hanging straight, leather cuffs around her wrists anchored to the beam overhead. Another was lifted up in a suspended hogtie that kept her horizontal through a myriad of ropes. A third hung upside down, naked except for knee high boots that were bound together and attached to the mobile beam. 

Sarah had difficulty swallowing as her eyes ran over all the missing girls. She couldn’t match them all to the files she had been given, all the girls were either hooded or blindfolded, but all seemed to be unconscious as there was no wriggling or squirming or any sound really coming from the sickening display of bondage. Sarah figured to a perverted eye, it would’ve been a beautiful display of bindings keeping the girls artfully arranged especially if you were in the bed staring up at it above you, but she was not one who would appreciate this type of thing and she had to take action. “We have to get them down.” Sarah finally found her voice, looking around for some way that could safely lower them. “Call for backup.” 

Sarah turned her attention back towards the ceiling, seeing where some of the ropes were tied off to the catwalk railings and started looking for a staircase when she heard a sound like a puff of air. She whirled to see Alissa collapsing to the ground, the radio in her hand hitting the ground with a clunk. “Alissa!” 

She didn’t get more than two steps towards her partner before she was hit as well, a dart piercing her pants and Sarah immediately recognized it as a tranq dart. “Noooo.” Her cry came out as a soft moan instead. 

She fumbled to her belt for her radio but barely got her hand on it before she sank to her knees. No, not like this. Blackness ate away at the edge of her vision until she slumped onto the floor unconscious. 

- - -

When Sarah awoke, she could only see grey. After a few seconds, she realized the grey was the concrete floor of the warehouse that she had entered with Alissa. At the same time, she became aware of the web of ropes that now bound her naked body. Her arms were bound  behind her back at the wrists and elbows, with more rope welding them to her back. Her legs were bound at the ankles, knees, and thighs, and even more forced her into a bent over position so a rope could be looped under her knees and around her neck to crush her naked breasts against her thighs. Another rope was attached to her ankles and attached to her wrists, pressing against her naked sex and causing her to squirm in discomfort. Unfortunately for her, the ropes tethered to her back and attaching her to one of the railings above kept her suspended and unable to move. “Welcome back detective.” 

“MMPH?” 

Sarah’s head whipped around, her cry in surprise muffled by the black ballgag jammed between her teeth. A man dressed in black with a balaclava over his head was currently bent over Alissa, tugging a leather hood over her head so her blonde hair only stuck out around the base of the hood. “I’m glad you brought a partner, I hate having an uneven number of girls. It throws off the balance of the mobile.” 

He finished lacing the hood tightly against Alissa’s head before he rose. Sarah could see she had been bound into a tight hogtie, her lean muscles straining unconsciously from how tightly her body was bowed backwards. Ropes were tied at the elbows, wrists, knees, ankles, and around her chest to frame her breasts. Her analysis of her partner’s bondage was interrupted as the man filled her view and gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Unfortunately, two disappearances will be harder to hide than one and once you’re reported missing the department will track down your last steps.” He glanced up at the mobile above. “We will have to remain mobile. I’ll be leaving this city earlier than expected, but there will be more girls to join you soon enough.” 

He strode off into the darkness, most likely to get some kind of transport for all the girls to disappear into the night. Unless she did something soon, and the only time she had was the time it would take for this madman to take the girls down from the mobile, she was going to be bundled into the back of a van and spirited off into the night. If she failed, a news bulletin would go out for two missing detectives tomorrow and the case would get passed off to another city…