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Thread: The Mafia ( The Pony Of Death & Mad Hatter)

Adrianna DiGilio, of the Italian Mafia, standing well at 5'7 and weighing in at 114 lbs, made her way down the dark hall. Her thick goldenish brown hair that met her bra-strap and electric blue eyes stood out apart from the hallway as she was lead by the Consigliere, who was a rather good friend or brother of her father's - Adrianna couldn't tell the difference. As far as Leo The Lion, as she called him, the Consigliere, was enlightening her, another member of the Mafia had been killed by the Russian Mafia. Likely with bombs. The Russians as her Mafia called them, had been experimenting with bombs as of lately. Adria, Her father greeted her, killing the sound of the other men who seemed to be heatedly debating on whatever matters they were in Italian. Though Adrianna had been of practically purebred Italian decent, she didn't know a lick of Italian - it was how the Mafia talked about certain matters that had been labeled Off Limits And No Exceptions when it came to Adrianna. Adrianna, who wasn't one to hear the bullshit first, or at all - all too much like her Father - sighed and rolled her eyes before looking at her father again, leaning over the other end of the long cherry wood table, the top of her breasts peeking out from under her white shirt that seemed to have no problem broadcasting her tanned skin. Cut to the chase, who was killed? She snapped, raising an eyebrow sharply. Her father sighed and immediately she knew who it was because he wasn't here - the Underboss. Her uncle. Her hands slapped against the table. I'm gunna kill the bastard that took him. She growled, storming out of the room, straight for the Gun Room, and no one would stop her. She wasn't the type of person you wanted to mess with. Let alone mess with when pissed and had a gun. Adrianna Vivian Digilio -
Thread: The Mafia ( The Pony Of Death & Mad Hatter)

Lisha Teplov sighed heavily as ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, her blue and hazel eyes glanced around the room. She had made her way to kitchen grabbing a handful of almonds and an apple. She sat down on one of the stools placed along the counter, she set her meal down on the counter eating slowly. She felt a hand on her shoulder, that lightly pulled turning the stool to face the man. Grigory, her older brother was standing before her. I want you to stay inside today...we had complication yesterday and I don't want you getting pulled into it he said gently patting the side of her face. Lisha pushed his hand away What happened? she asked though she had heard some of the mumblings yesterday. She found that her brother tried his best to keep her out of the family business but she was just as stubborn as he was. She climbed down off the stool, she had wanted to replace these stools to make things a bit easier, since she was a mere 5'2 weighing 105 pounds. Grigory just walked away looking over his shoulder briefly You need to stay out of this he told her firmly before he walked into his office locking the door behind him. Lisha groaned in frustration, as she went up to her room, she changed into a pair of black shorts, then pulled on a dark blue button up shirt, she left the top button undone to show a bit of her cleavage. She zipped up her black flat knee high boots, she looked out the window her fair skin catching a bit of sunlight. Lisha
Thread: The Mafia ( The Pony Of Death & Mad Hatter)

Adrianna unlocked the door, pushing into it with a violent force, staring at all the guns, looking for the one that would cause pain and still look intimidating. Deciding with a Colt Armalite AR-15, Adrianna turned sharply on her heels, storming out of the gun room, but was frozen by one of the newer Capo's she never bothered to memorize the name of - the Digilio Mafia had been recruiting more and more men to substitute for the killed. With her hands pinned against the door, she was defenseless, though due prior to being apart of the Mafia - or any Mafia, really - you had to promise that you put the Mafia first. Above religion and family itself, so Adrianna knew he wasn't going to kill her. Your father sent me. He stated calmly, though his eyes were big, too close to her face for her liking. Your being sent to recruit more men into the Mafia. He said, still ever so calm, though his eyes were panicked and too close to her. She was stunned for the moment, but the sneer that'd slowly formed on her lips had reached her eyes and she shoved him back. Fine. She spat, walking pasted him and exited one of the Drug Houses her Mafia had owned to collect protection rackets and export and import the illegal goods for this general area. She squinted in the bright California sun, eyes adjusting to the brightness because it was always dark in the Drug Houses. She walked towards one of the many expensive cars - a bright lime green Dodge Changer, installed with bomb and bulletproof bodywork. All the Italian Mafia cars had been recently installed with that, Father wasn't trying to publicize the war between us and the rival Mafias.
Thread: The Mafia ( The Pony Of Death & Mad Hatter)

Lisha crossed her arms over her chest, she was tired of the games, she had wanted for years to be part of the family business, but none of that mattered anymore, her brother was running things now. After they had lost both of their parents he had become over protective, but she was going to show him what she was capable of. She walked out of her room heading down stairs, she snatched a set of keys to her fathers old mustang. She climbed inside it was beautiful royal blue with silver trim 1977 mustang convertible, she smiled and checked to make sure her bag was still in the back seat from her last little adventure. She floored it driving out of the garage and down the driveway, she knew she would be in trouble for taking off but at this point she didn't much care. She drove to the beach she wanted to clear her head a bit, she was certain that her brother was right and that some one would find her, but she wasn't worried about it. She parked the car and got out sitting on the hood, she sighed as she leaned back feeling the suns rays hit her skin, she had tried to tan a few times but it never seemed to take. She just didn't tan, but at least she didn't burn either. She closed her eyes trying to relax a bit while she tried to think, she wanted to prove herself but she just seemed to lack part of that raw aggression, she could be aggressive it just didn't come out as often as she needed it to.
Thread: The Last Son of Krypton... Or Maybe Not (Vash x Viper)

It was difficult for Clark to sleep that night, thanks to his super hearing he was up all night hearing everything. EVERYTHING . All the pointless conversations people were having, all the strange sounds that he didn't even want to think were coming from people. He was able to finally tune it out and grab a few hours of shut eye before his alarm went off. The constant beep of the alarm was not appreciated, he was a few seconds away from blasting the damn thing with his heat vision. His restraint kept that in check and he simply got up and moved around his apartment. He looked out on to the Metropolis skyline and stared with poor enthusiasm. Another day, another possibility of making the people hate him. He sucked it up and prepared to go to work. Things were quite simple when one possessed super speed. Taking a shower, eating, getting dressed, it was all just a few simple seconds and everything was done. Now if only he could do the same to get to work.
Thread: 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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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...
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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...
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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.
Thread: Searching for Sister (RPM and Kloey)

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...