A Dancer’s Introduction.

Standard warnings: If you are too young, stupid, ignorant, and gullible or it is illegal for you to do so, do not read this story.  Any resemblance between story characters and real people is purely coincidental (unless you ASK to be in my story).  Finally my thanks to those that helped me write this one, you know who you are.

The dance competition had been going well. All of their friends were placing well. Amber and Jason were scoring pretty well too. At the moment however they had a several hour break before they needed to be anywhere so they were just wandering around the hotel chatting with Amy, one of their studio’s newest instructors, who could easily play the roll of 'Jessica Rabbit' with her swanky walk and curvy body. She was even wearing a long, form fitting, red dress that sparkled in the light.

They ended up in Jason’s room watching TV and just relaxing until the next round of competition.

“God, that feels good.” He rubbed his neck after taking off his tie. “Tuxes were definitely designed for looks and not comfort.”

“I believe it,” Amber said as she sank into a maroon easy chair, partially undoing a zipper on her glittering black dress in order to be a little more comfortable herself.

Instinctively Jason’s eyes followed the zipper as it revealed part of her strapless bra, then roamed over the rest of her shapely form. He had always found her gorgeous with her wavy brown hair, trim/toned body and ample curves. He had recently found out that she shared a similar interest in bondage and domination and figured that put her as close to being the perfect girl for him as could be. Unfortunately for him, she had a long term boyfriend and while the two had a relationship open to other women Amber made it very clear that she would be with no other man. So they had become close, if sometimes flirty, friends and dance partners.

Jason sighed to himself as he looked over to Amy. She at least was fair game, having no boyfriend or significant other that he was aware of. A little taller then Amber, Amy had a smaller tits and straight blond hair. The two were both shapely women with small waists and ample buttocks. They had the type of body that every man dreamed of loving. Amy was the younger, the more naive of the two. The more trusting of the two.

“You mind if I smoke in your room?” Amy asked, lounging sideways in the chair.

“Sure,” He shrugged, “Didn’t know you smoked.”

Neither Jason nor Amber paid much attention as the blond girl lit up, instead talking and joking about the different dances they had done so far. After a moment they stopped, sniffed slightly and turned to look over at Amy.

“Amy, honey, is that weed?” Amber said finally.

The girl took a deep puff and held it, “Yea,” She exhaled the smoke slowly, “you want a puff?” She held out the joint, offering.

“No, no thanks.” The two said almost in unison.

Jason looked at Amber and shrugged and they went back to talking. Eventually the topic wandered to embarrassing moments.

“Well that day I wasn’t wearing any panties…” Amber said.

“…because he had told you not to…” Jason continued smiling; he loved hearing how her boyfriend dominated her. After all, if he couldn’t do it himself he could at least enjoy it vicariously through her stories.

She returned the smile, “Right. So then my skirt caught on something and was yanked down while I was walking. I nearly showed the world my pussy!” they both laughed at Amber's re-creation of the episode. She jumped up and waved her little tush around the room with an energy that was inescapable.

Amy, nearly halfway though her joint, giggle/snorted “So what?”

“What do you mean so what?” Jason asked.

“’s nothin big….Just a pussy, juss show ‘em” she giggled again.

Amber raised an eyebrow incredulously as she plopped back into the chair, “Oh really? So you would have no qualms about showing the world your cute little package?” Amy answered with a shrug and a “nah”, as if someone just asked her if she'd like coffee with her smoke. Amber looked sideways at Jason as she rolled her eyes towards Amy and said “soooo.... we're waiting!”

“*ppfft* aright.” She shrugged and swung her toned dancer’s leg to one side leaving her other, right, leg over the arm of the chair. Slouched in a strange sort of splits her already short dress was hitched high up on her hips exposing her bright pink thong.

The hand not holding the joint reached down and yanked the pink cloth away from her mound. “See? Hehe…Pussy!”

The other two stared and her shaven plump lips for a moment then looked at each other. Amber was busting a smile as wide as her face would allow. “Nice, Amy!!!”  Amber hollered as they looked back to her. Amy began putting her panties back over her knee's as to pull them up, the joint dangling from her lips as she twisted and turned in the chair.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could put it away.” Jason scolded her, meaning it as a joke, but hoping that she would react by keeping her panties off a bit longer.

Amy pouted, “Yessir,” and immediately pulled her panties to the side again.

Somewhat stunned Amber spoke, “You’re pretty obedient when you’re high aren’t you? Even slutty.” Ambers' smile started to emerge from her lips again. A sly, vicious, evil little smile. “Yeah, that's it- you are just a hot little slut! And I think I like you stoned like this!”

That made Amy giggle again and nodded, “Slutty.” She took another puff of the joint.

Jason looked at Amber in silent question, with a devilish smile on her lips she nodded.

“Amy, I want you to close your eyes and take a nice long deep drag on your joint. We are going to play a little game” He told her as he slowly reached for his digital camera. Out the corner of his eye he saw Amber undoing her zipper the rest of the way. She reacted just like he did, like a cat on the prowl for her next victim.

*FLASH**FLASH*

He snapped two quick photos of the exposed, drug smoking instructor while unbuttoning his shirt. Not wanting to be left out Amber, now in only panties and bra, happily struck a pose for her own picture. That huge devilish grin was still plastered across her face. Eyes squinting from her high cheeks.

“Now take your panties off, Amy.”

“Why?” Amy asked, lifting her head to look at her two friends.

Jason reached over and slapped her thigh hard, leaving a red hand print. His voice became cold, demanding, “Because I told you to!”

Amber threw her head back and laughed as the younger girl gasped in shock from the slap and quickly peeled off her skimpy underwear. Amy's eyes were wide with confusion. they stared as if she wasn't sure if she was being raped or ridiculed. But one thing was for certain, Amy was going to do anything it took to fit in with this racy crowd. Even if it involved playing little naughty games. She had played these types of games with her friends back in high school and she had liked them then. This was a different crowd, but surely the same sexy entertainment.

Amber sank to her hands and knees, arching her back sticking her sexy panty framed ass into the air. Slowly she slunk her way over to Amy, while the camera flashed away.

“Wha-what’s she….hehe it tickles…she doing?” Amy gasped as Amber slowly exhaled hot breath along her inner thigh, lips barely brushing her skin. Amy reached down between her legs and softly grabbed a handful of Amber's hair.

“Quiet,” He ordered, grabbing her wrist not holding Amber’s hair, “You will do what you are told and ONLY what you are told. You are in our world, now.”

Amy giggled half heartedly and looked at Jason. Then back at Amber.  She had that questionable expression of concern. She obviously couldn't figure out if he was being funny or if she was getting herself into a bad situation. The vampish expression on Amber's face only encouraged the theory that she was getting in over her head.

Jason stripped off his belt and wrapped it around her wrist, caught her other arm and did the same to it binding them together. Pulling her arms over her head and back down he tied the belt off to the chair trapping her hands behind her head. She let out a small yelp from the force and quickness of the movement. It was more of an instinctive reaction than one of pain. Her eyes again wandered between the duo standing in front of her.

“Nooo….” The blond whimpered, trembling as Amber ran her tongue along the joint where her thigh meets crotch. She let her head fall back as far as she could and closed her eyes, as if doing so would make the situation come to a halt. “No, no, no.... pllleeeaasssseeee!” she whispered, as though any direct eye contact might make her situation worse.

Jason ran his hands through Amy’s hair, down her neck and across her chest. He paused to maul her breasts. He began to nibble roughly at her ear as Amber teasingly lapped at her pussy lips. The two tormentors locked eyes, and grinned evilly as he took hold of the dress bottom and began working it up, exposing more and more of the struggling girls flesh.

Thrash and struggle as she might with her arms bound and another woman keeping her legs pinned Amy only managed to make it easier for her dress to be removed. As her dress raised higher Amber’s tongue delved deeper into her pussy. Amber's fingers wormed their way into the young girl's cunt. Her juices flowed down her inner leg in the pattern of a little white river. Amber would teasingly caress her wetness with her tongue only to follow the lick by a shoving of her fingers into the soft pink wet pussy. Amber knew that Amy liked it, regardless of how much she pleaded with them to stop. She could taste it. Being a woman she knew exactly what women wanted, whether they knew it or not.

The dress off and hanging from Amy’s bound wrists Jason kissed her hard on the lips. Wrapping his hands in her hair he forced his tongue into her mouth and swallowed her squeal as Amber’s lightly nibbled at her clit.

Amber raked her nails down the girl’s ribs and taut stomach leaving bright red trails as she licked and sucked at her pussy. She quickly took off her own bra and fondled her own breasts while driving two fingers hard and fast into Amy like a piston on an engine.

As Amber enjoyed herself below Jason amused himself slapping, pinching, and mauling their prisoner’s handful sized tits.

Amy was alternating between moaning protests, drug induced giggles, and yelps of pain from the abuse. Rough though it was her body was slowly reacting to the attention being paid to her most sensitive areas. Her nipples hardened as they rolled between his teeth and her juices coated Amber’s fingers.

“Open wide, little Amy.” Jason growled, “My cock’s getting hard and your pussy’s busy.”

He half straddled/knelt on the chair arms. With a handful of hair and a firm grip on her chin he forced her mouth open. A hint of fear showing through the drug hazed eyes she tried to shake free which earned her two hard slaps to the face.

Twisting her to look him in the eye he growled, “I said open UP!”

Hesitant, but with cheeks still burning from the slap, she opened her mouth slowly. The instant her lips parted he forced her face down onto his prick. Using his grip on her hair he forced her head bobbing to meet his own thrusts. She gagged as excess saliva pooled from the corners of her dainty mouth. Her face reddened as she struggled to breath. Her efforts to pull away from the smothering cock were only followed by Jason's more intent grinding and thrusting into her face. He stared down at her as tears of humiliation trailed down her cheeks.

Looking over his shoulder he saw Amber had her panties down at her knees and was fingering her own pussy just as hard as she was Amy’s

“Aw Amber…shouldn’t have to do that yourself! We’ve got ourselves a slut-slave.” He smiled, shoving his cock down the bound one’s throat till she gagged. “Get on the bed, spread your legs. Now.”

The sparkle in Amber's eye matched the glisten of pussy juice on her fingers and lips as she looked at him and smiled. “Why should I?” she teased.

His grin matched hers, “Because you’re horny, because you want to see if our teacher here can eat pussy as well as she dances, and most importantly: Because. I. Said. So.”

A shiver of excitement and pleasure rand down her body, “Can I put on my collar? And Leash? Please?”

He nodded, already moving to untie Amy, “Do it.”

“Why?...what’re you doing?” Amy asked as he untied her wrists, clearly scared and confused by her body’s mixed signals of pain and arousal combined with being high.

“We own you, you obey.” He retied each of her wrists to the opposite elbow with a couple of spare shoelaces. Caressing her ass he began to finger her from behind. “That’s all you need to know”. Her following silence was reassuring to the pair that she understood what it meant to be their slave.

When he saw Amber had made it to the bed, legs spread wide, wearing collar and lightly smacking her pussy with the leash’s handle he thought, “She’s so damn hot… *sigh*...Frank you lucky bastard.”

In his frustration he shoved the weakly struggling Amy harder than intended. She stumbled over to the bed and, unable to catch herself, fell face first across it at Amber’s feet. She whimpered, lifting her head and giving Amber's face a look of pain. “Don't look at me for pity” Amber told her and smacked her face with the handle of the leash. Amy winced but kept staring defiantly at her female master.

“Eat her pussy!” he ordered.

“No!” she shouted and rolled off the bed trying to make it to the door.

Jason caught her in a tackle that slammed her into the wall and knocked the air out of her. Dragging her, gasping for air, back toward the bed he threw her onto it. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her expression was one of resignation, of defeat.

“Last chance….eat her pussy, now.” Amber saw him reaching for the belt. She knew what was coming and it made her squirm excitedly. She couldn't help but to let a small smile overtake her pretty face.

Amy was shaking her head and nearly in tears, the horror of what was happening finally overriding the weed induced haze. “Nooo…..” she mewled.

“Eat.”*Swiissh* *CRACK!* The belt crashed into the meat of her ass,

“Her.”*Swiissh* *CRACK!* her thighs.

“Pussy!.”*Swiissh* *CRACK!* her lower back.

Over and over he commanded her, each word punctuated with a lash from his leather belt. Twice more she tried to escape the bed. Twice she was dragged back, once by the hair, once by a crushing grip on her tit. Amber watched, almost mesmerized, voice heavy with her own lust she urged them both. “Come one, make that little whore eat me.”

Shrieking with each assault of the belt Amy finally relented. “Stop please! I’ll do it! I’ll do it, ok? Just stop!” she cried and began shuffling awkwardly on her knees.

Amber smiled dreamily, playing with her nipples, hands running up and down the tantalizing curves of her body as she watched the other girl struggling to crawl toward her. Jason did not stop lashing out with the belt until he saw Amy’s tongue make contact with her clit.

“If you stop before she cums I’ll whip you so hard you won’t sit for a week.” He commanded.

The girl’s body shook with barely contained sobs as she timidly licked at Amber’s smoothly waxed groin. Flashes from the camera lit up the room several times as she lapped at the smooth skin. Amy hoped they wouldn’t notice her trying to avoid actually touching the older woman’s pussy.

“Smile.” Jason said, shifting around for a better shot of Amy’s face.

She cringed, closing her eyes, and tried to turn away only to be met with a resounding slap to the face.

“He said smile!” Amber glared at her and took hold of the blonde’s ear and ground her nose against her clit, “and my cunt is right here! Eat it!”

Knowing she had no choice Amy began dipping her tongue into the wet folds before her. It took five more lashes with the belt, however, to get her smiling to Jason’s satisfaction. The next few pictures would show Amy with her tongue buried in another woman’s pussy. Then, for Frank’s benefit, he took several shots showing the full length of Amber gripping the girls head in one hand while mauling her own tits in the other, all the while head back in ecstasy.

“Alright….now I gotta fuck something and there’s only one free cunt that I can see.” He squeezed Amy’s clit until she squealed, “Isn’t that right?”

He climbed onto the bed, and with a death grip on her ass slammed his cock into her pussy so hard she was knocked away from Amber’s pussy for a moment.

Amber quickly grabbed the girls head and forcibly held it to her pussy against the force each of Jason’s thrust. She was soon panting and moaning, “Cum…going to cum…..”

“Amber, I want her ass but I’m betting she’s a virgin there.” Jason panted between thrusts, “You got any ideas to warm her up?”

“Ohh…yea!” Amber said excitedly wiggled off the bed. She disappeared into the bathroom only to come back holding up a bottle. It was D'Issey Miyake, a cylindrical clear glass bottle half filled with the dancers scent. The circumference of the glass bottle barely fit into the palm of her hand at its base. Amber hopped onto the bed where Amy was being tormented and held the bottle up in front of Amy. “Anal training time, Amy!” Amy gasped and tried to twist her body away from Jason's hard thrusts as if she could somehow escape this nightmare. Jason came back with a resounding 'smack' to Amy's ass with his large hand. “You'll do as Amber says and you will like it. If you don't like it we will keep going until you do. Understand me?”

Amber, enjoying the sense of fear she could feel exuding from her prisoner, only taunted her more. “C'Mon Amy, all the cool kids are doing it!” followed by a slap to the face with all her might.

Amy' face was burning from the slap and, without Amber’s crotch to rest against, was being ploughed into the bed harder and harder, her arms still immovable from her ties. Now she was trying to just bear things until her tormentors finished quietly and hoping they would be quick. That was, until, she he pulled out and felt the cold hard glass bottle sliding into her rectum. Her eyes sprung open and her mouth opened to form a scream but Jason quickly clamped his hand over it. 

“Seems you can't keep your mouth shut so I guess I'll make use of that cock-holster” he said as he shifted to the front of Amy. His fingers pried into her mouth and forced her teeth open. He stuck his hard, juice covered cock slowly into her mouth, his two fingers still holding her jaw open. She gagged with her eyes bulging as the head of his dick came to rest at the back of her throat. He used his other hand to slide two fingers in between her sets of teeth. She was suddenly eerily silent, although very alert.

Amber watched this exchange with fascination. Although she loved to dominate and torture the many women she played with she also wished she was on the other side. Amber loved the feeling of a cock being shoved down her throat. She loved the feeling of her face being slapped as if her head would separate from her neck. She loved being degraded and humiliated.

Slowly and with determination Jason began fucking Amy’s mouth, going slightly deeper with each push while Amber spit onto Amy's brown asshole and started working the perfume bottle in. Larger and larger the opening of her rectum became, Amber staring as if she was dong some scientific experiment. The shape and transparency of the round bottle making the gaping anus seem even larger. She started withdrawing and entering, slowly and shallowly at first but with increasing intensity. Being a woman she knew that a good anal warm up was key to anal pleasure.

To both their surprise Amy began to take Jason's cock easier, without gagging. She started backing up her perfectly rounded ass into the perfume bottle. Moans followed. No matter how hard Jason pounded her face he could not elicit an uncomfortable reaction from Amy.

Amber looked at Jason. “Seems that she loves anal and never knew it?”

“I think she’s just accepting her place, that we own her.” He brushed the tousled hair from her tear streaked face, “Isn’t that right my little slave-slut?”

Amy followed with a small shake of her head and an 'uh-uh”. Jason lifted his arm and let it fly through the air to make a resounding *crack* upon contact with Amy's face. “Shut it, slut! You’re nothing but property now! Let's see what else this little bitch can take!”

Amber one again disappeared in the bathroom. When she emerged with a shampoo bottle Jason had already pulled Amy around to sit on his lap so her back was resting against his chest and was fucking her ass from beneath. His hands were large and rough on her hips, her eyes showing obvious discomfort by the pained squint on her face. ”Hey, that was MY ass to mess with!” Amber said as she slapped Jason's leg.

He glared at Amber, “I wanted a taste of her ass before you stretched it to hell.” and then gave Amy and extra hard deep thrust. She yelped with pain “That, Amy, was for Amber's outburst. Now apologize to Amber.”

“But, wha... she said it!” the girl retorted furious at the injustice. Jason covered her mouth with his large hand and once again thrust into her ass from underneath her with all his might. Her eyes went wide as she let out a muffled scream. Her scream didn't stop at one- she kept screaming and twisting with all her might trying to get away from her captor.

Slowly he took his hand off of her dainty red lips and she let out a trembling voice. “I'm sorry Amber. I'm so sorry”.

“That's OK, Jason can have your sorry ass.” He watched as Amber brought the shampoo bottle to the foot of the bed and proceeded to coat it with her own saliva. She held up the bottle for Jason to see with a smile on her face. With a heaving chest Amy's head had fallen back over Jason's shoulder, exhausted from the stress and struggling.

That changed once she felt her pussy being slowly forced open by a cold bottle. She barely had time to gasp before Jason slapped his hand over her face and yanked her head even farther backward. He resumed fucking her ass and Amber worked the bottle slowly inside her.

“This is what you are for. This is what you are, a slave.” He muttered over and over in her ear as he fucked her, “To fuck and suffer is your life, everything else is secondary, a lie.”

He could feel the bottle through the soft skin of her vagina. It was hard, and it pressed onto his cock. It was obvious that Amy was stretched to her max capacity in the little pelvis of hers.

Amy continued sobbing as Jason removed his hand and hold her hips steady. She begged for reprieve. “Please, I'll do anything. Please stop. Please let me go!”

Jason answered with another hard thrust to her ass using a fierce grip of her tits for leverage. Satisfied with her progress Amber walked away, leaving that shampoo bottle lodged in her vagina.

With a quick motion Jason flipped her off of him to land face down on the bed once again. He got up and dragged her by the legs halfway off the bed. She came to rest on her knees. Torso leaning against the foot of the bed. He could see the large shampoo bottle dangling from between her legs. He shoved it back into her already stretched pussy.

He looked around and found a decorative scarf Amber had used in one of her costumes. He tied it around her neck. “I'm not going to kill you so don't even bother screaming, OK?” Surprisingly she just kept whimpering without any more audible noise.

He pulled her by the scarf, like a leash, back onto the bed and tied the scarf to the headboard so that she could neither rest her head on the blankets nor could she sit erect. He retied her hands so just her wrists were bound behind her back, allowing some of the circulation to return. She was trapped in a very vulnerable position with her ass and pussy sticking high into the air. He bound her ankles to each other as well just to hinder her balance and make her feel totally helpless.

Jason came up behind her on his knees, his body towering over her as he straddled her legs. He removed the shampoo bottle and slowly inserted his rock hard prick into her.

While he fucked her He began to force the large bottle into her rectum. She tried to lift her head and stand up on her knees, but the scarf yanked at her neck tightening. “Be a good little slave girl, Amy” Jason softly cooed, “Just accept your new life.” She sobbed and regained the position.

The bottle advanced another inch into her rectum when she suddenly twisted in an attempt to escape and she fell onto her side. The scarf tightened tremendously as she dangled from the headboard, completely helpless with her hands tied tightly behind her back and ankles bound

She looked at Jason accusingly, anger in her eyes. “I said I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say that you couldn't kill yourself. Now you will ruin the fun unless you can get back up!” He watched her struggle and twist and thrash, trying to free herself from her precarious position. Gasping for breathe she tried to beg for help but he only watched and refused to help her.

She fell from the bed the scarf around her neck tightening to the point that she couldn't breathe. Her body dangled from the bed like a man hung from a noose. Her bound legs kicked as she tried to get them under her but she was unable to get enough leverage, instead she just flopped there like a fish on a sidewalk. Her eyes were wide with fear, she was paralyzed.

Amber came out of the bathroom and just stared in amazement. Amy's eyes darted from Amber and Jason and back again, silently begging for help before she asphyxiated. Her face turned crimson.

“Fine, you little cunt. I think you’ve learned a lesson”. Jason lifted her body onto her knees and loosened the scarf's grasp on her neck. She gasped for breath, choking and sputtering. “Maybe next time you won’t try to disobey me. Hmm?”.

He removed the scarf and tied it around her mouth like a bit on a horse. He knew that it wouldn't keep her quiet if she wanted to scream but he didn't think screaming would be an issue anymore.

He took the shampoo bottle and with a grunt jammed it into her sore rectum. With all his might he lifted her by the bottle and threw her weight onto the bed. Tears streamed from her eyes. She lay still, afraid to move.

“Geez, Amy, why can't you just take it like a real woman?” Amber asked knowing how much she enjoyed being treated like that.

Jason untied her ankle bindings. “I hope you can be a good slave while unfettered. Otherwise we will find another way to restrain you that won't be nearly as fun for you as anything you’ve seen so far.” She laid there without moving.

“Open” Jason said as he dangled his cock in her face. She opened wide without hesitation. “Now that's more like it!” He skull fucked her face against the bed until he needed to come. She lay there without a peep except for the occasional gagging whimper. Jason finally came deep into her throat. She gagged and coughed as her face turned red but  remained otherwise silent.

Jason got off her of her and kissed her forehead. “I knew you'd see the light eventually, slave.” Tears streamed from her face.

“Can I continue with her anal training now?” Amber asked.

“Sure, what else you got?” He asked. She whipped out from behind her back the conditioner bottle that accompanied the shampoo bottle. “Amy, flip over and put your ass in the air, please”.

Not having the strength, let alone the strength of will, to fight them any more Amy struggled into the ordered position. Jason sat back in the chair, resting from his strenuous ordeal. Happy, sated and relaxed he watched Amber work her magic.

Amber gave the shampoo bottle in her ass a bit of a push in since it had worked a little of the way out then carefully eased the large conditioner bottle into her pussy. Amy winced from the discomfort and began breathing heavily. She was filled to max capacity; the bases of two large bottles protruded from her crotch. Amber looked at Jason who nodded in admiration. “Wow.”

“Now heel.” Amber took the scarf that dangled from behind Amy’s head and proceeded to use it as a leash to walk her off the bed on hands and knees. Once on the floor Amber ordered her to, “sit”.

The young girl looked up confused. She surely couldn't sit, never mind even move without extreme discomfort. Amber, however, pushed down on her hips and butt, as if training a dog. “SIT!” Amy did as she was told, obviously in torment from the inflexible bottles filling her. As she sat the bottles slid out of place from the tightening and squeezing of her muscles in that position. Amber ordered “STAY!” and walked over to the closet.

Hoping for mercy or at least pity Amy looked around to see Jason beaming in amusement as he watched from his chair. Her heart fell and another little shred of hope died within her.

Amber took out a pair of nylons and walked back to Amy. “UP!”

Startled, Amy quickly hopped back on all fours, she felt as the bottles were pushed back into her orifices. Amber tied the nylons from the girl’s shoulders down around the bottles and back up, in an attempt to hold them in place. “Now heel!” She walked Amy around the room, ordering all sorts of commands.

*BREEEE-DEET-EET-EET!*

An electronic trilling rang out, startling all three. After a split second Jason realized it was his phone. He glanced meaningfully at Amber, finger to his lips and nodded at their slavegirl. While he picked up the phone she straddled Amy, half sitting on her back and clasped her hand firmly over the girls mouth.

“’ello?” Jason spoke into the phone, warily watching the two girls should Amy try something and he need to intervene, “Oh, yea…I dozed off. I’ll go grab her and we’ll be down in a second.” He hung up.

“Our next dance, we’re up in just over 10 minutes.” He said in response to Amber’s questioning look.

“Damn…almost forgot. What do we do about….” She nodded down to their prisoner.

He started pulling on his pants. “I’ll deal with her, you go get ready. Fast.”

“Alright,” Amber nodded, already taking off her own collar, gathering up her dress and disappearing into the bathroom.

Alone with Amy, still on her hands and knees, he simply looked at her. She was almost visibly trembling with fear and exhaustion.

“This is your life now understand? You’re a thing to be owned, property…MY property.” He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed. “I have pictures of you drugs and happily fucking a girl. They may not ruin your life but I bet you wouldn’t want them seen by anyone.”

Silent tears ran down her face as she weakly shook her head.

“So those will be just a little insurance should you forget your proper place. Won’t they?” he caressed her hair as he unbound her wrists.

She nodded, lying back on the bed as he pushed her. Each wrist was tied to a corner of the headboard, keeping her arms spread wide so she couldn’t turn over. The bindings originally around her ankles were tied to each of her big toes tightly with a short length between them.

Just then Amber emerged from the bathroom, resplendent in her figure hugging Tango dress. “Whatcha doing Jason?”

“Just tying up a few things.” He joked, making them both laugh, “Mind grabbing me one of the empty coat hangers from by the door?”

She knew wire hangers could be used for particularly harsh whips, but these in the hotel were wooden on top with a metal bar across the bottom. Wondering what he had planned. “She’s not coming down with us?” She asked.

“No….our new little slave has some thinking to do.” He accepted the hanger and pointed to the scarf. “Ball that up and make it into an actual gag.”

Jason inspected the hanger to see if it would work for his plan, trying to bend or brake it, etc. Amy watched him wide eyed, as she was gagged to quickly to ask what was happening.

“There ya go sweety-slut.” Amber patted the girls cheeks, now bulging with cloth.

Seeing their victim was sufficiently silenced Jason put the final touches her bindings. This was something he had wanted to try for quite some time, these hangars like many in hotels have rubber gripped clamps hanging from the bottom. These are normally intended to hang slacks and skirts from to prevent them being wrinkled. Tonight they were going to be used to stretch nipples.

Amy realized what was about to happen when he started pinching and rolling her right nipple. She thrashed her head side to side and let out a muffled squeal as the first clamp was latched on and again as the other nipple was captured.

“And the final touch…” He smiled grabbing her legs and pulling them up to her chest. With a quick flick of his wrist the rope between her toes was wrapped around and tied to the hangars hook.

“Ohh, now that’s nasty…” Amber said.

“Just a little flexibility/endurance bondage for our little sub.” He patted Amy’s taut ass lovingly, “If she struggles or tries to escape….well her nipples won’t be feeling too good.”

“Good thing she’s a flexible dancer then, maybe she’ll be able to hold it till we come back.” Amber said.

“Maybe.” He laughed taking Amber by the arm, turning out the lights and heading to the dance floor several stories below.

Still excited and in “Dom” mode from playing with Amy when they danced their Tango it was incredibly intense and brought the watching crowd to their feet at the end for a standing ovation. As they bowed and walked off the floor, panting from the effort of the dance, they shared a special look; not only had broken one of their teachers to slavery but for a minute and a half they had dominated this entire room with the sultry heat of their tango.

When they finally managed some semblance of privacy at the table Amber leaned over an whispered, “I was thinking, since we’ve already pushed Amy this far…why not throw her in the deep end?”

She opened up her hand secretively to show a box of over two dozen very fine, very long sewing needles they had swiped from another dancers “fix-it” bag.

They grinned at each other like demons and snuck out of the ballroom…..

(To be continued…?)