A Family Reunion

Ela turned the corner into a poorly lit hallway, she inched forward. 'There are just too many dark corners,' she thought. The young Polish operator was still trying to cover her exposed crotch when she saw a shadow move to her left. "Hey! I saw you. No more funny business I just want to get back and get changed."

There was no reply. She watched the corner the shadowy figure had disappeared into like a hawk as she kept slowly moving towards the exit, only to back into something... no. Someone! She spun around and found herself just about nose to nose with Caveira, the Brazillian operator's skull-painted face just grinned back as a hand grabbed her shirt.

Ela actually shrieked. Like a classic scream from a horror movie. But then again, it was only a natural reaction when found yourself alone and face to face with Caveira in a dark room.

"Oi. Acalme-se garota! You don't me to slip with this knife do you?" asked Caveira menacingly.

Ela knew how scarily precise Cav was with a knife. The chances of her slipping with one were low. That was more of a threat than anything else. "W-what do you want?"

Riiiiiip!

Cav's knife split her shirt cleanly up the middle, "what I want? No, a minha rapariga... today isn't about me. It's about you! Now don't move."

Ela shivered, her pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment as Cav traced a finger down the side of her neck, gently lifting the remains of her shirt off of one shoulder, and then the other. "Cav, you're scaring me..." she whimpered as her ruined shirt hit the floor, leaving her completely naked. She desperately wanted to cover herself as she felt her nipples responding to the cool air of the room.

"Sssh, everything's okay garota. Keep your eyes on me and put your arms behind your back. Understand?" Caveira eyed Ela's freshly exposed bosom. "Belos peitos, garota." A compliment she doubted Ela understood or cared about.

Ela nodded, even though she wanted to close her eyes. She wanted this humiliation... or whatever this was to be over.

"Boa menina, so cooperative," there was a distinct shift in Caveira's tone, from menacing to sensual just as Ela felt a pair of zip tie cuffs close around her wrists.

"Hey! Wait, what?" Ela was pulled back by someone unknown and unceremoniously yanked down across a lap. She found herself face down, handcuffed in a stranger's lap with no clothes and her ass suddenly at the mercy of this stranger. She heard a faint pair of footsteps, given the direction and light step she figured it to be Caveira following her across the room.

"Aww... so sweet. Isn't this what you call, eh... what was it. A Kodak moment?" Cav asked teasingly. Ela heard the unmistakable click of a camera phone.

"Hey! This is not okay, this is not funny, let me go!" she kicked her legs trying to get free of whoever's lap she was in when she recognized the fatigues her captor wore. "No..." her eyes were wide, "no. No. No. No... anyone but you! It can't be you!!!"

"Well, I'm happy to see you too, little sis," came the voice of Zofia, another operator, Ela's sister, and eternal rival.

"Whyyyyyy...?!" whined Ela as she struggled, right up until she felt Zofia's gloved hand grope her generous bare ass.