This is a work of fiction and fantasy. I do NOT condone the activities that take place in this story.


"I am sorry Miss Brown we have not been able to turn up any information about your sister. It is like she has disappeared from the planet," the sympathetic detective said. Detective James Michael had been assigned the case of the disappearance of Marion Brown's sister, Andrea. Unfortunately he had no information for the young woman sitting across from him in his office.
Marion Brown had been listening to the detective's report for the last quarter of an hour with no expression on her face. She was wearing a lime green pant suit with a white blouse. The outfit was well made and showed off her body including her small but nice looking breasts. Her light brown eyes, staring at the detective, contained all of the emotion in the young woman. They were filled with a mixture of anger and desperateness. Her hand continual went through her short brown-black hair.
'This does not make any sense. I know my sister, she would not have disappeared. She has to be out there. I simply can not believe there is no trace of her. You must have discovered something.' The tone in  Marion voice, while polite, had a touch of anger.
'I understand.  And we do know a few things. We know she was staying at a motel near a small town off of the interstate. According to the local sheriff, Sheriff Jones, she was seen hiking in an area where she should not of been hiking. The Sheriff asked that she not hike in the area, it was a little dangerous. According to the Sheriff, she was no problem. She went back to her hotel and checked out. The Sheriff said that she was planning to go to a nearby town  where there are safer places to hike. That is all we know.'
Detective Michael paused for a moment before continuing. 'I wish I had more information for you. We have been searching high and low. There is no trace of her. Furthermore, there is no evidence of foul play. It is possible that your sister does not wants to be not found.'
'I just can not believe that. Something must of happened to her. Are you sure you have traced every lead?' Anger was creeping into Marion voice as she was hearing things she did not want to hear.
'I am afraid it is possible. I promise you, we will keep an eye out for her. If I get any word, I will call you, ' the detective said with patience and a calming demeanor.  It was obvious that he  was used to dealing with distraught family members.
Marion got up, shook the detective hand and left his office. The detective stared at the distraught woman as she walked out of  his office, sadness in his eyes. He knew that it was unlikely her sister would ever be seen by her. These cases never seemed to end well.
Marion headed towards the stairs and out of the building. She ignored, or rather did not register, the looks that some of the males gave her. On some days this unwanted attention would annoy her. Today, she did not even notice. After leaving the building, she headed for her car. She had been give a leave of absence from her job for the next month. Her company knew that her sister has been missing for 4 weeks. They were willing to give her time to try and sort things out. And she would. Her first stop was to the town where here sister was seen.

'Are you sure you want to do this alone. I think it would be better if I came with you.' This statement had been said by Kathy Lewis at least three since Marion got home to pack her bag and to start her mission to fine her sister Andrea. The fit, athletic redhead had been a roommate of Marion for several years, they had been friends for even longer. Normally she was happy and go-lucky, now  a worried look could be seen in Kathy's green eyes. She had been working out while her friend was talking to the detective. She was still clad in her workout outfit, shorts and a tee-shirt and a pair of sneakers
'Yes I will be fine, ' Marion answered as she finished packing. 'I will only be gone for a week. And I will have my cell phone. I will call you daily. I want you here in case the police get any information.' Marion went to her roommate and hugged her.
'You have been great during this ordeal. I appreciate it. And if I need your help, I will call. I promise.' Marion left the embrace, grabbed her bag, and headed out. Kathy looked at her friend with a look of sadness and concern.
'I should just follow her, ' Kathy said to herself quietly. But she knew that Marion wanted her stay here. Still, this did not make her happy.

Sheriff Jones was sitting at his desk when Marion Brown was led into his office by a female secretary. He got up and shook her hand.
'Hello Miss Brown. Please take a seat.' As they both sat down, the sheriff said, 'I know why you are here. You want to see if I have any information about your sister.'
'Yes, I have spoken to the police officer who is investigating the case. I was hoping you could tell me everything you know. I just do not believe she has disappeared.' Marion kept her composure. She knew that she did not want to antagonize the Sheriff. Hopeful he would be able, and willing, to share information.
Sheriff Jones smiled. "I do understand. You want to find your sister. Unfortunately my information is limited and I have already told the detective everything I know. I saw her coming out of the forest, obviously she had been hiking. I stopped her briefly and told her the area was not opened for hiking. It can be dangerous. She said she understood and was leaving that night. She had said she was going to the next town. That is all I know."
'Was she scared or nervous?' Marion asked.
'No she was quite content. She seemed to be happy.'
'And do you have any idea as to where she could be?' Marion asked.
'No I do not. However, I might know somebody. She is an FBI agent, a Special Agent Amelia Fox. She is a personal friend of mine. We have had dealing in the past. Her expertise is missing people. In fact I think she might be nearby.'
Marion spirits picked up. Finally, maybe she might get some information. 'Give me your cell phone number. I will call her and she what she says. Either she will call you or I will.' Sheriff Jones handed a piece of paper to Marion.
Marion wrote her cell phone number on  piece of paper. 'Why don't you write down your home phone number as well. Just in case, ' the sheriff added nonchalantly.
'That is a good idea, ' Marion replied. 'Just in case you can't reach me. My roommate will be able to contact me. Her name is Kathy.'
The Sheriff nodded. 'Where are you going next?'
I am going to follow the most probable route she would of taken to the next town. I am going to see if I can find any trace of her on that route or the town she was heading to. Marion finished writing and handed the piece of paper to the Sheriff. She then got up as did the Sheriff.
'I want to thank you for helping me Sheriff. I need to find my sister. She is a great person.' They shook hands.
'No problem, I hope you do find her. Allow me to walk you to your car.'
They walked out of the building to Marion's car. The Sheriff surreptitiously memorized the license plate. They shook hands again. The Sheriff watch Marion get into her car and drive off. As he watch her drive off, he took out a cell phone and started dialing.

Marion followed what she thought was the most likely route her sister would of taken to the next town. Fortunately if she had driven to the next town, there was only one road she would had taken. Unfortunately, she saw no sign of her sister. Not that she had expected to find anything. If there was any sign of her, it would of been in the next town. She arrived at the town in the late afternoon.
Once she arrived, she searched as much of the town as she could. She checked out hotels, motels, places where her sister might of visited. She checked the place where her sister would of hiked. She found nothing. It was not until late in the evening that she checked into a hotel room and was lying on her bed. She had stripped out of her clothing but she was too tired to do anything else. She was lying on her bed, wearing a blue bra with matching panties. She was also wearing black pantyhose. Her toned legs, flat stomach, and small but impressive breasts were in full view, if anyone was in the room to see. One hand was trying to clutch and pull her short hair. She was tired and discouraged. But she would not give up.
Close to 11:00 PM her cell phone rang. After picking up the phone,  she heard a voice.
'Hello, Miss Brown? This is Special Agent Fox. I am from the FBI. I believe that Sheriff Jones said I would be calling?'
'Yes, hello, I am so glad you called.' Marion immediately stood up once she realized who was calling her. 'My name is Marion Brown. I am trying to find my sister. Are you familiar with the case?' Marion asked in a hopeful voice.
'Yes I am. That is why I am calling. I think I know what happened to your sister. But I need you to do exactly what I say ' The voice on the other end sounded cautious. It suggested that she was trying to share a secret with someone.
'I will. What do you want me to do?'
'I need you to drive to this location tomorrow at 11:00 AM sharp. Can you make it?'  Marion answered in the affirmative. 'The address is a coffee house. Go into the coffee house and order some coffee. At 11:30 quietly leave the coffee house at the back entrance. You will see a brown Toyota. I will be in the car. I have dark blonde hair with brown eyes. My hair is cut short. I will also have my badge out right before you come in. Get in the car. I will take you to our safe house and explain everything. Do you understand?'
'Yes of course I do, can't you tell me something. Please?' Marion went from hopeful to pleading.
'I will explain everything tomorrow. Just be calm and be careful, trust no one.'
'I understand. Trust no one. ' Marion was repeating the phrase as the connection was disconnected. Taking a look at the address she said quietly to herself, ' I have to get up at 8:00 AM if i am going to make it to the coffee house by eleven.' Because she was tired, and her emotions have gone up and down all day, Marion went to sleep in her underwear.

(next day, 7:00 AM)
Kathy was in the kitchen making and eating toast for breakfast. The tall, attractive redhead was wearing green pajama bottoms with and green tank top. The tank top just covered her upper body. The top also showed off her nice breasts. She was thinking of her friend Marion. Like Marion, she was worried about what happened to Andrea. She had always liked both sisters. She prayed they were both all right.
After she was done she got up. She had to be at work at 11:00 AM but she wanted to run some errands before she had to be at her job. She got up and started to walk over to her room. She never heard the movement of intruder until she felt a strong arm snake around her throat. She felt a tightness around her neck making it hard for her to breath. Her arms flew around her, trying to strike at her attacker. But she was unable to connect. In a matter of moments, dark spots appeared before her eyes. In a matter of seconds, Kathy was unconscious. Her attacker gently laid her on the ground on her stomach. Sherriff Jones looked at the pretty girl before grabbing a roll of duct tape.
Kathy woke up in a few minutes. At that point her wrists were taped behind her back. Her mouth was stuffed with cloth and held in with a number of pieces of duct tape. She realized that her attacker was taping up her legs at the knees and ankles. She started to struggle but it was too late.
'Hello Kathy, I am afraid that you won't be going to work today.' He finished taping her  legs and got up. Kathy tried to wiggle away but it was useless. Her attacker picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her down on her bed. He then started to tape  her arms to her upper body, her wrists to her waist. He the pushed her knees to her chest and began to tape her body into a ball. In a short period of time, Kathy was a taped bundle. The man pushed her to her side. Kathy tried to scream through her gag, but her muffled sound were ignored by the man as he left the room. Kathy tried to get out of the tape but she was too well tied. She then saw the man return into her bedroom caring a travel bag complete with wheels.
'We are going for a little trip Kathy, ' the man said with glee in his voice. Kathy attempts to break the tape around her body were useless. She could not break the tape. succeed.
If anyone was around to notice, a person would of seen Sheriff Jones leaving Kathy and Marion house. He was dragging behind him a luggage bag on wheels. If that person was close to the Sheriff, he or she would of heard muffled sounds coming from the bag and what looked like squirming from inside the bed. The Sheriff soon arrived in his car, with false plates, that was parked in an out of the way part of the area. He put the bag on the back seat, unzipped the bag a little for air. The Sheriff was soon behind the wheels of the car and on the road.

Marion got up earlier than she intended, her nerves were going crazy. She quickly showered and got dressed, wearing blue pants and a light blue blouse. She was wearing flat so that she could move quickly. She packed her bag, checked out, and went on her way to the coffee house. She arrived in plenty of time. She entered the coffee house, orders a drink and sat down. She tried to act normal. She even tried to read the local paper. But it was difficult because all she could think of was her sister.
When the time came, she quietly walked to the back of the coffee place and exited the place. She saw the brown Toyota with a woman driver who had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a grey pant suit with a white blouse. She quickly entered the car, noting the badge she was holding that said Special Agent Amelia Fox.
The driver said, 'Hello, my name is Amelia Fox. Please call me Amelia. We have a lot to talk about. I have some information about your sister. ' There was kindness and sympathy in her voice. The voice allowed Marion for the first time to calm herself  down. She started to believe that she would find her sister soon. For the first time Marion felt relief.
They drove off. However, Marion never noticed that a young man with short black hair broke in her car and hotwired the vehicle. No one had noticed when he drove off in Marion's car.
The drive took several hours. During the trip, Marion tried to get information from Agent Fox. Unfortunately, she was not saying a word.
'You must understand Marion, the information I am giving you is secret. It is better that you are told in a secure location, in other words, our safe house. Do not work, soon you will have all of your questions answered.'
The finally destination was a decent size house in a fairly secluded area. The nearest house was about five minutes away. The house, which was painted white and was two stories, was fairly nice looking but non-descript. It was the type of house that you would see, but not remember five minutes latter.
Amelia Fox drove the car into the garage. The garage could hold three vehicles. In addition to their car, there was also a windowless van. They got out and walked through a door that connected the garage to the house. Agent Fox led Marion to an upstairs room which looked like an office. It contained a desk, bookshelf, and filing cabinets. Marion was offered a seat while Amelia took a folder from a file cabinet. Amelia than went to the desk and sat on the edge.
'For some time I have been investigating a group of kidnappers. They do not kidnap for a ransom. They kidnap pretty young women to sell them into white slavery.'
'What !?' Marion cried in terror and shock. 'That is not possible. White slavery does not exit. Does it?'
'Oh yes I am afraid it does. I have been investigating this particular group for over a year.' Opening the folder, she took out some paper that were clipped  together. She handed it to Marion. With shaking hands Marion took the sheet of paper. The first paper  showed a photo of a red-headed girl with brown hair. The hair was in a ponytail. The photo looked like it was taken for a yearbook. She was smiling. Reading the paper, Marion learned that the girl was named Amy Smith, she had just graduated, was eighteen, and she was in a number of clubs and sports.
'She was taken while her parents were away for a business trip. We believe she was taken at night. Our intelligence indicates she was kidnapped for an underground brothel  that just opened somewhere in the pacific. '
'An underground brothel. You must be joking.' Marion said in a shock tone.
'I am afraid that they do exist.'
Turing the page, Marion read about two other girls, Janet Conners and Alice Brook. Both women were in their mid to late twenties. They worked as personal assistants in the same company. They were friends with one another.
'Miss Connors and Miss Brook were both taken from a social function being run by the company they work in. We believe that someone that had business dealing with the company where they worked took notice of them. The gentleman ordered their kidnapping.'
The next piece of paper described Stephanie Pryor, thirty year old, she worked as an accountant. 'Miss Pryor discovered some questionable transactions being done by her employer. Before she could say anything, her boss arranged to have her kidnapped. Her boss knew someone who knew someone. He got a finder fee'
The agent continued, 'These people are good. They know how to grab and subdue their victims with ease. They leave no evidence. And all reports indicate that they excel in tying and gagging their victims. Once they tie up these girls, they are not getting loose. They are very, very good at what they do.' Respect seemed to creep in her voice as she descried the kidnappers.
'My god, this is so organized, why haven't you arrested these people. I mean you know so much about them.'
'Well, I would, ' Agent Fox said. She went to her desk, opened up a drawer, and took out several bundles of rope. ' if I was the real Agent Fox. I am afraid that the real Agent Fox was discovered, kidnapped, and is now a member of a harem in the middle east.'
Marion jaw dropped. 'I believe you know my father, Sheriff Jones, ' the fake Agent added.
'What, the Sheriff, he is your father!? No1?!' Marion got up and tried to run to the door. The fake agent easily tackled her, knocking her to the ground. She quick twisted her arms together, crossed her wrist, and started to tie them together.
'No, please no, don't do this.'
'My name is Briana  by the way. We were concerned you might poke you nose into the disappearance of your sister. So we were ready.'
After tying her wrists, Briana started to tie Marion's ankles together. 'I am afraid that you will be joining your sister into white slavery. So sorry.' It was obvious that Briana was not sorry.
Brianna picked up Marion and placed her on the desk. She started to tie her upper arms to her chest, the ropes going over and under her breasts. As her chests were wrapped with rope, Brianna groped and cupped Marion's breasts. She even pinched her nipples, causing Marion to squeal in pain.
'Why are you doing this? What kind of person are you? Slavery is wrong?' Marion screamed.
'But kidnapping girls and selling them is so lucrative. You would be amazed how much people will pay for a pretty girl, ' Brianna answered. Brianna tied Marion knees to together. Opening another drawer, Brianna took out some cloth and a role of duct tape. Forcing Marion's mouth to open, Brianna stuffed a large wad of cloth into her mouth. She then ripped several pieces of tape and taped her mouth, keeping her mouth sealed.
'If it makes you feel better, you will make me a lot of money' Brianna said laughing. Picking up Marion over her shoulder, she started to carry Marion bound, squirming body out of the room. Marion was a fairly strong woman. She had not problem carrying her prisoner.
Marion was carried to the side of the house that led to a flight of stairs hidden behind a false wall. The stairs led to the basement. There were twelve cells along two walls. Each cell had clear strong plastic for walls and clear doors with locks. Each cell contained a small cot. Along the third wall there were shower units and toilets. The fourth wall contained supplies for a team of kidnappers. Ropes, bundles of cloth, leather belts, handcuffs, arm binders, roles of tape. Marion was only able to recognize  some of the equipment. Some of the stuff, she could not recognize.
Marion was put into one of the cell's cot. The door was then closed and lock.
'You are a very pretty girl Marion. I am sure an owner will be found for you.' Brianna walked away and went back up the stairs. Marion just stared at her captor as she walked away. Once she had left the basement, Marion started to struggle, trying to loosen the tight ropes. But she failed. All she accomplished was to exhaust herself. After about fifteen minutes of struggling, Marion stopped, breathing deeply through her nose, completely exhausted. She did not know what she was going to do.

Marion had fallen asleep when the noise of a door opening up woke her up. She saw Brianna come in along with a young man. He had cold steel grey eyes and his black hair was cut short. He looked cold and mean. He was dressed in black pants and jet black long sleeve shirt. He had on black combat boots. He looked at Marion.
'You are right, she is pretty. Just as pretty as her sister. ' the young man said in a cold voice. A sound was heard behind them. THey both turned and saw Sherriff Jones walking down the stairs, carrying a travel case. Muffled sound could be heard coming from the bag.
Marion could not believe that that the Sherriff was a slaver. It was just not possible.
'Hello Marion, ' the Sheriff said. I see you met my daughter Brianna and my son David. You can say that kidnapping girls for slavery has been a family business for several generations.
'It is almost a shame,  ' David added. 'If you had not tried to find out how your sister disappeared, you would not have made the same discovery that your sister had.'
Marion closed her eyes as tears flowed out of her eyes. This was just a nightmare.
Then she heard the a zipper and muffled sounds that she was just able to hear became louder. Eyes opening even wider that before, she saw her red headed roommate Kathy being taken out of the travel case. She was wrapped in duct tape. Angry looks came out of her eyes as she stared at the kidnappers.
'Of course if you had not tried to find your sister, we would not have discovered your pretty roommate.' Loud, muffled sounds came out of Kathy gagged mouth. If looks could kill, the kidnappers would of been dead. Unfortunately for Kathy, her looks were useless as Kathy was picked up and locked in her own cell.
'Okay gang, ' Sheriff Jones said. Lets start finding out what contracts we can fulfill. We have been laying low for too long. Lets start having some fun.
The family of kidnappers walked out of the basement, leaving their victims in their cells.

Marion and Kathy spent over an hour trying to get loose. Each of the victims grunted at each other, trying to  encourage one another. However, their struggles were useless. The rope and tape and bound each of the girls were just too tight. The family knew how to tie up people so that they could not escape. Eventually the girls stopped struggling, exhaustion had taken over.
Eventually the family walked down the stairs. Marion noticed that the father was holding a camera. His kids walked over to Marion cell. They unlocked the cell and walked over to her.
'If you give us any problems, you will be punished, understand? ' David asked, menace in his voice.
Marion wanted to tell him to get to hell. Instead, she nodded at him. Together David and Brianna slowly untied her. They also removed her gag and helped her to spit out the stuffing. Marion found it difficult to move. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. She was led out of her cell. She was then stripped naked. By the time Marion felt her strength had returned, she was completely naked. They then led Marion to a sink where she was cleaned up. Her hair was brushed and a small amount of makeup was applied to her face. They then position Marion next to a wall where a white sheet was hanging flush against the wall. Sherriff Jones then took a number of pictures of Marion. Pictures were taken of her front, profile, and back. Once he was done he nodded to his children. They then went to Marion and took her measurements: height, waists, breast size. David took the measurements while Marion wrote it down.
Once they were done, they took Marion back to her cell. They put her arms in a tight arm binder. The upper straps crisscrossed her breast. The lower straps went around her waist. Another strap went between her legs, right in her sex. Marion squealed when they tighten the crotch strap. Then sat her down where they tied her ankles and knees with leather straps. Taking a harness ball gag, they gagged her. After taking a moment to admire there work they looked over to Kathy.
'Your next, ' Brianna said with a big smile on her face.

Kathy put up a fight. But she was no match against the family, being outnumbers three to one. David and his father forced Kathy on the floor, stretched out on her stomach. David held her arms, Sheriff her legs. Briana took a cat-of-nine tails and proceeded to whip the girl. She must of whipped her a solid fifteen minutes. Kathy cried and squirmed. But she could not escape the whip. Marion watched horrified. She could not believe what she was seeing. It was slowing dawning on Marion the situation she was in. It was not a dream.
After her whipping, Kathy behaved herself. She was stripped and cleaned. Pictures were taken of her and her measurements were taken. She was then tied and gagged the same as Marion. After the family left, Kathy and Marion looked at one another, desperation and fear could be clearly seen in their eyes.

Marion did not know how much time had passed until David and Brianna returned to the basement. They unlocked the Marion's cell door and carried her out.
'We got good news Marion. We found a nice owner for you. You are going to love him.' Tears filler Marion eyes. She looked at Kathy. Kathy's eyes were filled with anger and fear. She wanted to help her fried, but there was nothing she could do.
Marion  tried to struggle but there was nothing she could do. She was placed inside a tight leather sack. She felt herself being lifted and carried out. Marion did not know where she was carried. However eventually she felt herself being placed down. While she heard voices, they were muffled. She then heard a slam and the vibrations of an engine. She realized she was now going to an unknown destination.

Marion did not know how much time had passed. Occasional she was partially taken out of her sack. Her gag was removed and she was allowed some water by masked people. Then she was gagged again and zipped back up into her sack. Eventually Marion felt that they had arrived at her destination. She was lifted up and carried. She felt herself being placed on top of something. The bag was unzipped and she was taken out of her bag. She saw two muscular men wearing black shits and pants. They looked cold and emotionless. The room had a bed that she was lying on and a closet. There was a toilet and shower set in one corner. A small table had toiletry. In each of the corners on the ceilings, Marion saw a video camera.
The men removed the arm binder and straps and gag. They then helped her up. They ordered her to relieve herself and clean herself. Weakly, she did exactly that. One of the men left and came back with some food and water. After cleaning herself up, she was told she could eat and drink. As she ate she noticed the looks of her guards. They continually studied her body. Yet, despite their looks, she knew that they would not lower their guard. Even if she was not weak from being tied up for as long as she was, she knew that she could not escape them.
When she was done, one of them took the tray away while the other made her lie on the bed spread eagle. Before that, a leather collar was attached around her throat. The other man came back with straps connected with leather cuff. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and the straps were attached to each corner of the bed, tying her in a tight spread eagle. A panel gag with a plug was placed into and over her mouth, the straps tied tightly behind and over her head. They then left her. Marion closed her eyes.
After some time, the door opened. A naked woman was lead in by one of the guards. Her wrists were cuffed in front and attached to her waist  by a chain that went around her waist. Ankle cuffs connected her ankles by a foot of chain. A collar was around her throat. A leash was attached to the collar and held by the guard that was leading her. A spandex hood covered the girls head. She was lead to the front of the bed.  The guard left.
No sound could be heard by either of the captives other than the occasional grunts. The door opened and a man walked in. He was tall and lean, with dark hair and dark brown eyes. No hair could be seen on his bare chest and back. He was wearing black pants and was barefoot. He smiled when he looked at Marion.
'Hello slave. Welcome to my home. If you behave yourself, you will have a good life. If you do not, people will be punished.'
Walking over to the girl, he put his arms around her. He gentled kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands gently cupped her breasts.
'And I will punish someone you will care for, ' the man said as he removed the hood of the girl in front of the bed. Marion eyes widen, it was the ball gagged face of her sister. Tears filled both of their eyes.
The man started to unbuckle the ball gag from Andrea's mouth.
'Now Marion, Andrea is going to explain the situation to you. I suggest you listen.'
Andrea paused for a few second. The she started to speak. 'I wished you had not tried to find me.... We both belong to this man, our master. '
'He has trained me to be a slave. And now I will have to train you. We must listen to him. If I misbehave, you will be punished. If you misbehave, or do not act like a proper slave,.... I will be punished. ' Andrea started to cry. 'I am so sorry....'
'Two sisters, I am a lucky master.' the man said with a cruel grin. The man, pushed Andrea down on the bed, causing her rear to stick up. Andrea did not struggle, she simply closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable to happen, tears flooding on the bed. The man unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down.