This story contains bondage, damsel-in-distress, and other intimate sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.

Also, this is a continuation of one of my previous stories “K/DA (Kidnapping/DivAs)” . (clickable link) I encourage you to read that one first.

*****

It was difficult for Akali to keep track of time. Rarely did even a single beam of light sneak its way into the mansion, every window of the residence boarded to ensure that not a soul who wasn’t supposed to see what was happening inside got even a glimpse. Still, she’d normally have a decent idea of days passing based on her sleep schedule, but that… that regularly got disrupted.

After all, a pop star never knows when she’ll need to meet a fan. And right now, she couldn’t just say no to an adoring admirer.

“Ooh~ Akali! Looks like we have a new visitor!” The rapper sighed as the voice of Jane echoed throughout her ears. She was their owne… former manager, Akali corrected in her own mind. Regardless, she was the one who’d tricked and deceived them, ultimately bringing the four members of K/DA to her heel. Jane didn’t plan on just storing them away though… no, she had great plans for the group. And right now, Akali was the one who “greeted” all of their guests.

Dread filled Akali’s mind as she began to shift her body over to the entryway. The skintight straps that bound her legs from thigh to ankle restricted her mobility to a pace slower than a crawl, as she was forced to simply push one foot forward a minuscule distance before catching up with the other one, slowly dragging her feet across the floor, and if she tripped…

She’d made that mistake before, and Akali learned quickly that she wasn’t to make it again.

The rest of her bondage had been upgraded since her initial kidnapping. The leather armbinder pinned her arms behind her back, almost crushing them with the severeness of its grip. Not an inch was spared for Akali’s when her captors laced up the device, and the set of locks that sealed the shoulder straps for the device in place ensured there wasn’t a chance she could dream of removing it on her own. They’d left Akali’s jacket on her shoulders as well, somewhat hiding the device, but the sleeves of the garment that hung uselessly off the sides could easily clue a spectator in.

The stain of saliva on her mask only continued to grow as the fabric soaked it up, but even with it, Akali was beginning to feel droplets begin to drip down onto her bare chest. A ring gag laid underneath the mask, and though it rendered any specific words a garbled mess, moans and screams could still be heard at the intensity Akali made them at. She had a feeling that her captors specifically designed it that way.

Akali finally wobbled her way over to the front door, her gaze filled with an anger that’d been diminishing over her enslavement. Deep down, she still wanted to resist, but concerning thoughts had begun creeping into her mind. It’s not worth the punishment… they could do something to not just you, but the others… just be a good slave…

The last of those frustrated her the most. Another man eyed her eagerly, a smile beaming on his face as he discovered the former rapper, now bound and gagged into a helpless state.

“I couldn’t believe it… not until I saw her. And the public doesn’t have a clue it was you?” The man asked as he stepped forward to Akali, while Jane simply nodded in response. He saw the idol in the flesh, rips beginning to form on her clothing while her make-up blotted messily by her eyes and cheeks. His hand slowly reached out to Akali’s chest, cupping it lightly at first. It turned into a rub before his fingers began to run along the edges of her top, peeling it down to reveal her round, modest breasts to the open air. This time he squeezed greedily, forcing the first sound of discomfort out of Akali. She’d been trying to suppress those as an act of defiance, but as his fingers began to rub and pinch her nipples, her moans and squeals became harder to hold back.

He left her with just a tease, for now, his hand receding from her skin as it half-pulled her top back up to barely cover her chest again. His other hand wrapped around Akali’s back, pulling her in as it crept down towards her bottom and gave her other curves some courtesy squeezes as well.

“So, a full night with her, right?” The man asked, and Jane simply nodded once again.

“The basement’s waiting for you. And… feel free to take a quick sample of the other items. If something catches your eye… don’t hesitate to take them for a while, as well.”

It was always unsettling to see that smile form on every one of their faces.

*****

Kai’Sa shifted awkwardly on his lap, trying to find the position that would minimize the burning on her bottom. The opaque, black luster of her leather pants hid just how red her cheeks had become, solely caused by the palms of the man who kept her sat tightly on his legs. Her upper body still shook and struggled, but the bindings covering her body hindered that much harsher than his arms every could.

Her jacket had been replaced with a larger and more restricting variant, through sleeves that covered her arms entirely from shoulder to fingertips. The straps that hung from the end of each one had been wrenched around herself in a self-hug, locked in place securely on her back. She could do nothing but throw her body around in the straitjacket, but those efforts only caused her to sweat more in the skintight latex. The only part of her upper body free from its rigid grasp was her chest.

...Of course, it was the part her “fan” was the most interested in. His hands harshly pressed themselves against her chest, keeping her in place while violating her body. They pushed fearlessly against the top, which he chose to leave on for now. Kisses were planted on the back of her neck, his own grunts and moans disturbing the captured lady’s ears as he showed no sign of slowing down.

“Mmm… I’ve been--a-ah… a fan for so long… and this is just…”

Another moan from his mouth was enough to finish that sentence. Kai’Sa thought that perhaps she could convince him of something, maybe a hollow promise that she’d live her life freely with him if he undid these bonds, but the thick dildo covered by a leather panel gave her nothing to do with her mouth but suck on the rubber phallus. Shaking her head ferociously hardly undid the harness of straps around her head, and the set of straps that pinned her ankles, knees, and thighs together in combination with the rest of her restraints left her entirely helpless.

The man gave a sudden tug to Kai’Sa’s leash, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at the fan. His closed eyes missed the scowl embedded upon her face as he pressed his lips against the panel of her gag, sloppily kissing as a few resistive grunts escaped her oppressive gag.

Kai’Sa’s eyes shifted away from the man, trying to block his presence out of her mind as much as she possibly could, despite how deeply his hands and mouth invaded. She didn’t expect another man to enter the scene though, carrying someone on his shoulder-

Akali! Kai’Sa’s eyes widened at the sight. She’d only seen glimpses of the others recently, but every sight gave her a little bit of hope that maybe they’d make it out of here together...

This time though, it seemed the rapper would remain in her sight for a little longer. The man took a seat on a chair opposing the one Kai’Sa was held on, and placed Akali by her stomach onto his lap. Her bound legs hung uselessly off of one side of the chair, while her head hung off the other, unable to look at anything but the floor. Only Kai’Sa could see the man raising his hand high into the air, his fingers tingling as it suddenly shot down onto her bottom, the sound of the smack reverberating through the air as Akali’s bottom jiggled wildly at the impact.

“AOUU!” The sudden pain forced the sound out of Akali’s mouth, and she shook her whole body uselessly in response. His hand came down once again, though much softer, taking a few squeezes of the rapper’s firm ass that was only accentuated by her leather garment.

“HUCCH YU, HAHGHUAN!!” Akali cried out through her gag, a fiery spirit burning in her once again. She couldn’t just submit to th-these beasts, no… she was weak to even let thoughts of submission sneak into her mind. The rapper wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

Of course, that fight would be very one-sided. All she really could use was her mouth, and the garbled mess of swears she spouted out in various languages did little to slow the mixture of spankings and gropes that were placed upon her body.

“Say…” The man holding Kai’Sa began as he finally broke away from the involuntary kiss. “If he can make her rap, I think I’ll have you dance for me.”

He pulled out a small, pink, bead-like object, playing with it in his fingers for a moment, teasing the dancer with the sight of it. Then, he pulled the front of Kai’Sa’s waistband open, giving him just enough space to press the device against the woman’s sensitive spot before snapping her pants back shut, the tightness of the garment enough to hold the device in place. Kai’Sa watched as he pulled a remote out of his pocket-

The vibrations that suddenly emerged from the device was enough to make Kai’Sa immediately squirm. She shook her legs wildly against their bonds, something she quickly realized was a mistake as it only served to dig the device deeper and intensify the vibrator’s effects. Biting down on the dildo to suppress her moans of lust, she attempted to keep any other signs of pleasure to a minimum, holding back her erratic struggles as she arched her head back, eyes shut as she shook her head.

A hand ran through her long, purple hair, caressing her gently. “Yes… this is your finest performance. Believe me, I’ve watched them all…” He planted another kiss onto her cheek as her squirms and struggles continued.

Both Akali and the man ruthlessly attending to her looked up at Kai’Sa, struggling to contain herself from the unwanted pleasure. A smile formed on the man’s face, given he was an admirer of more than just Akali of K/DA.

“Hmm… wanna trade for a little bit? It’d be a shame if we only played with one of the slaves each, right?”

The other man looked down at Akali, who’s raps of resistance had begun growing more sparse. Of course, his eyes lingered around her curves, tongue licking his lips with a lustful intent as he considered it carefully.

“Perhaps a few minutes to spice things up could be fun. The man picked up Kai’Sa, one arm supporting her legs and the other her back, dropping her into the other man’s arms quickly. He held the dancer until the fan picked Akali up off his lap, carrying her back to his seat.

“I think you deserve a gift as well, Akali. But first, let me take a present of my own…” He indulged in her curves simultaneously, one hand squeezing its way onto her bottom that rested on his lap. She wasn't oblivious to the hardness tucked away in his lap as she shifted around, both in a struggle and an effort to find a better position. The other hand groped in sync with the other, and each forceful squeeze brought more and more moans out of the bound woman. She continued her act of resistance, convincing the men… and herself, that she wouldn’t be giving up.

On the other side of the room, Kai’Sa was reminded of just how sensitive her bottom was the moment a flurry of spanks were dealt upon it. The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, her mind unable to focus on anything other than her ass’s stinging, even as he rubbed and groped it, while the vibrator continued buzzing away. She forced her eyes open, meeting those of Akali’s who looked back, hope dwindling in Kai'Sa's as defeat began to take over.

*****

“Alright, girls… let’s get you trained up before the event.”

The ears of Ahri visibly perked up as the voice entered the bedroom, her head swinging around as she tried to figure out where it came from. With the sheath of leather covering her eyes, it was only when a hand began scratching the back of her fox ears could she finally discern where Jane was. She instinctively turned her head down submissively, the iron collar around her neck tightening slightly at the front as she inadvertently pulled it away from the head post it was chained to. Ahri moaned softly into her ball gag that dribbled with saliva as she continued to enjoy the gentle massage on her head.

She rested flat on the bed, shifting slightly at her Mistress’ touch, only making slight adjustments to the position of her bound body. Her arms were trapped underneath the weight of her back as she laid on them… not to mention the rope that bound them in a box-tie, and the accompanying harness over her corset that ensured she couldn’t pry them from that position.

That is if she even wanted to. Out of the four, Ahri had consistently been the most obedient and submissive slave, succumbing to any touch upon her body. Gentle, rough, salacious, or sadistic… she almost seemed to enjoy any of them. The attitude certainly earned her the most slack from her captor out of all of the members and even a few extra rewards…

The one next to Ahri was getting there. Evelynn still shook and squirmed in her bonds, fingertips searching for the knot around her wrist ropes even as Jane entered the room. She’d been given a larger ball than Ahri, and a few extra straps that served as a harness around her head to secure it in place. The ropes around her ankles were pulled taut to one that connected to the bottom of the bed, holding her legs in place with ease while still allowing access to her… intimate places. Her collar began at her chin and ran down to her shoulders, much stricter as it forced the diva to look straight ahead into the ceiling. That being said, she was blindfolded as well, so did the posture really make a difference?

She’d kept the two together, hoping that a little bit of Ahri’s submissiveness would rub off on Eve. Jane had even tied their “tails” together underneath them, linking the two and ensuring that they couldn’t draw themselves away from one another. And… it did seem to be working, somewhat. Ahri was rubbing against Evelynn, using her slightly greater freedom to squish her chest against Evelynn’s own, moaning softly into her gag. Jane could almost swear that there were a few that escaped Eve’s as well, that her attention was slowly being drawn away from escape towards the sensations thrust upon her…

Heh. Maybe she didn’t even need to do the training herself. Although she could certainly give them a little bit of encouragement.

Her hand slid down from Ahri’s head, caressing her hair until the hand reached where the straps of her ball gag connected. She fiddled with them for a moment, drawing the fox’s attention as she slowly popped the gag out of Ahri’s mouth, giving her a minute of relief from the strain it put on her jaw. A few strands of saliva dripped down as Jane rested it on the bed while Ahri took the moment to stretch her jaw as best she could.

“Ah… thank you, Mistress,” Ahri said, while Jane’s fingertips moved towards the other’s head. The straps around this one were a little more strict, a little more complicated, but eventually, she pulled that one free as well…

…

Ahri broke the momentary silence, but not before slightly nuzzling into the other pop star. “Eve…”

The diva silently sighed, as her lips finally began to move. “Thank you… Mi… Mistress.”

“Good slave.” Evelynn bit her tongue before she could instinctively reject the moniker, her mind wandering to Ahri instead. She didn’t understand why the pop star was so obedient, almost believing that it had to be an act. Jane had been the one to aggressively enslave them, rip away their lives as pop stars and send them towards-

A wave of guilt came over Eve’s mind. She did have a part in that as well, the prospect of global fame having clouded her judgments. Whatever happened to any of them, she’d carry that burden with her. They were in this together now, and if Ahri didn’t want to resist, then did she have a right to..?

It wasn’t until her head bumped against Ahri’s did Evelynn realize that Jane had pushed the two together closer. Her lips brushed against the fox’s, and she receded slightly as a blush filled her cheeks. A gentle increase in pressure coerced the diva to bring her lips back onto Ahri’s, parsing them slightly before pressing them against Ahri’s own soft pair. She didn’t hesitate to continue, the reality of making out with her co-star in slavery thrust upon her… and like Ahri, she didn’t entirely object to it.

The pressure on their heads by Jane relieved itself, and it took Evelynn a few seconds of kissing the air to realize that Ahri had already pulled away. She receded herself tardily, thankful for her blindfold for the first time ever as it left Ahri unaware of Eve’s sudden lust. Jane simply smirked at the sight, knowing that she wouldn’t need to hear a word of gratitude to know that her two slaves were going to appreciate this.

She pushed a ball into Ahri’s mouth, this one much too big for the fox to handle on her own. Of course, that was why she’d have Evelynn help out, pushing the diva once again towards Ahri, an action that she didn’t resist in the slightest this time. Her lips were surprised to meet the taste of rubber instead of Ahri’s smooth, sweet skin, but she opened her mouth for it nevertheless, fitting as much of the orb she could into her mouth. She tightened the dual sets of straps for the ball gag around each wearers’ head, forcing them deeper and deeper into it. Evelynn pushed her lips around the sphere, wetting it with the stain of her saliva, searching desperately until they finally met Ahri’s.

Locked in the kiss by their ball and own lips, they began to make out once more, rubbing and pressing their bodies against each other more sensually than ever, the low, satisfying pitch of their moans reflecting that. It was quite a sight to behold to their Mistress, the two slaves lost in passion with each other, and she began to wonder just how far she could take it…

She picked up a small, pink vibrator, and a roll of duct tape. Ripping only a few small pieces of the black tape, she planted the device onto Ahri’s chest, right above where her left nipple was underneath her outfit. Jane did the same with Evelynn’s right, grabbing another one of the egg-shaped devices, and took the two remotes before playing with the settings.

The two immediately realized the sensations planted directly on their bodies, moans becoming longer and more salacious by the second. Slowly, they realized that the other shared the same pleasure on the opposing breast, acting as an extra incentive for them to squish and push their sizable busts against one another.

Ahri was excited that her enthusiasm had finally carried over to Eve. Her time as a pop star had been nothing short of stressful, having endured both her numerous, fanatical lovers and haters throughout her stints. Every decision she made: outfits, lyrics, dances, even just a singular word in interviews was always under intense scrutiny, and the weight of it all had always taken a toll on the fox. It was so much easier to just have someone make the decisions for her, absolve her of all the responsibility. Being able to worry about nothing than pleasing herself and her close companion… it wasn’t bad to be accepting of it, was it?

She continued digging herself deeper into Evelynn’s body, slowly pushing herself on top of the diva just so that gravity could help them push against one another. Her hips repeatedly thrusted into Eve’s crotch, hoping to get just a little bit of pleasure there as well… and she let out a slow, long moan as Evelynn began to return the favor.

In Jane’s mind, the perfect slave was one that, even if you removed all of their bindings, restraints, or any other incentives to subject themselves to slavery, they’d stay anyways. With these two, she thought was getting pretty damn close to that.

And the other two were wearing down quite nicely as well. The constant usage of their bodies was certainly taking a toll, and whether they’d embrace it or become numb to it, they’d soon be just as obedient as well.

Even with that all in mind, Jane had bigger plans for her stars. They could do a whole lot more than satisfying each other and interested fans, even if the price that came with the latter was worth a whole fortune. She was their manager and owner, and it was her call to build them into the sensation of the underground.

Just as they had been on stage before.

*****

It was hard enough to get word of the club in the first place. One would need to be trusted, usually through doing a couple of illicit favors for the boss before. Like aid in the kidnapping of a few sensational pop stars. And that was merely the prerequisite to earn her trust.

But whether through favors or just money, they could eventually end up with a hand-delivered invite. It promised an unforgettable night served by the most talented of entertainers. A menu came attached with various, yet confusing, options. Choose a gag, buy a few favors, rent a night with “them”, things that didn’t quite make sense until the recipient turned to the last page.

It was a group photo, of a very different K/DA. Strict restraints of all kinds caressed their bodies, the only place consistently uninhibited being their chests, each pair revealed in their fullest glory. Their expressions varied, a glare clearly visible on the half of Akali’s face that wasn’t covered by her mask, while blank expressions painted the faces of Kai’Sa and Evelynn. It was difficult to accurately make out Ahri’s, her face the only one obscured by a blindfold and gag, the flush of red on her cheeks the only thing one could really make out.

Regardless, it came with a date and address, and that with the picture was all most of the interested people needed to show up. Though it was largely in the middle of nowhere, the hosts easily had the funds to build a fancy club, tables spread out along an elevated runway highlighted in the center of the room with seats at each table and the most premium of seats placed at the edges of the runway.

As the club began to fill, the atmosphere of anticipation began to rise. Sounds from the start of the runway, hidden by the curtain only served to intensify that feeling. The question of just what show they had prepared for these former pop stars was obviously the biggest topic, and the murmurs only began to quiet down as the lights dimmed everywhere except for the runway.

Over a set of speakers, the group’s newest song, THE BOUNDEST, and with it, the introduction of SLAVE/DA.

Jane had prepared a new set of outfits for the four, and of course, it was accompanied by the finest of restraints for each member. Evelynn was the first to step out onto the runway, wearing a set of hobbling leather boots that caused her to nearly trip as she stepped out of the curtain. Each one was laced up to her knee, and the jingling of the padlocks around them and the small chain connecting the two boots were drowned out by the introductory verses of their own song. She struggled to regain her balance thanks to the sleek, midnight armbinder over her coat, largely hidden by her long, white hair that rested over it. Once she just barely caught herself, she began to slowly walk forward onto the stage, erupting a few sets of cheers from the crowd. Evelynn straightened her head forward… well, to where she believed forward was, given that she was blindfolded, and the spiked posture collar around her neck did little to let her know if she was traveling in a straight path.

She wasn’t. It was only halfway across the runway when she fell off the side, only caught by the grasp of a waiting fan who took generous positioning in his hands as he caught her fall. Her sounds in response were largely drowned out by the booming music, and even if they weren’t, the shiny, white sphere lodged in her mouth would still make it unclear as to whether she was thanking her savior, or condemning him for his greedy gropes in the process.

Regardless, she’d made it across the runway, and the next member was due to show. The tails and ears that popped out of the curtain along with the pop star were enough for them to recognize Ahri, of course provoking a significant response from the crowd. At a glance, her restraints did seem to be the least inhibiting so far, a tall set of heels and a simple rope link at her ankles with a decent amount of slack was all that restrained her legs. Her hands were even bound at the front of her body, her wrists hanging comfortably by her waist with only a single strand of rope tying the two together.

The real challenge for her was walking through the distractions. A few toys had been embedded in her outfit, pressing against her most sensitive spots, and a few men who’d spent a wad of cash on the right to the remotes grinned as they began to play with the fox from afar. She’d suddenly stumble as one vibrator shot up, already having difficulty with the ones that hummed constantly against her body. Though she didn’t have the concern of a blindfold that Evelynn had, there was one other factor that made her trip a little harder. The long, chain leash attached to her metal collar hung just by her ankles, and hands had snuck onto the stage, hoping to be the ones to take control of it. Surprisingly, none did, falling just short of its grasp and there was a moment of wondering as to what Ahri was going to do since no one grabbed her leash…

She simply jumped forward into the waiting arms of a fan. He swore a giggle escaped her gag as she brought her bound arms up and around his shoulders, snuggling closer into him as she pressed her chest against his. It even took the shocked recipient of the fox to notice Ahri bouncing up and down on his lap, her chest jiggling softly with the motion, for him to finally begin groping her.

While some jealous eyes lingered on the girls that’d already crossed, many waited in anticipation for the final two. Kai’Sa was the next to emerge from the curtain, and it took them a few seconds to recognize the dancer with her new hairstyle and color, having sported a new teal ponytail. Her very hair was pulled into her harness, ropes woven around it to bind her arms and ensure that she looked straight ahead as she walked across the stage. With her arms forced behind her back, it thrust her chest forward just a little more, and the accentuation of that along with her shiny, leather top brought the focus of their attention to her chest. It was even further emphasized by the harness of rope woven around her entire body, tightly pressing down on the surrounding area of her chest, and ran all the way down to her crotch, slipping underneath her pants. Even just moving caused the rope to shift around, and pulling her arms in any direction other than their “natural” position would cause the crotch rope to tighten. Of course, the overbearing music was enough to drown out any moans that escaped her mouth as a result of this, but with her gag only being a hollow ring, she’d be humiliating herself with them otherwise.

Unlike the previous two, though, her legs were tightly bound together. A set of leather straps secured around her ankles, above and below her knees, and her thighs forced the dancer to display her balance by hopping across the runway, a struggle for even someone as flexible and talented as herself to make the landing in the pair of heeled boots. Still, it was within her talents, and she continued hopping along, though she had a very similar problem to Evelynn. Though she’d overcome the issue of moving straight forward, she hadn’t a clue as to when to stop, and as her hops grew smaller and smaller, anxiety flaring up as she knew she had to be near the edge-

Like Ahri before her, she hopped straight off the stage and landed in the arms of the man next to the one who was holding the other slave. Of course, this wasn’t nearly as graceful of a fall, her heels digging into the man’s lap as she fell forward. The man barely caught her as she fell forward, slowly pulling her down to his lap. Her bottom stung slightly as she was thrust down to his lap, and when the man whispered in her ear that he’d have to pay her back for that…

She had a decent idea of what was to come. All his hands did, for now, were roam along her curves, cupping and squeezing, but once they got to the private room, she expected for both of her cheeks to become a lot redder.

It was a shock when the last of the ladies came out unbound, before they realized that the freely moving one wasn’t Akali, but instead the person holding her leash. There were a few sharp tugs from Jane to pull the rapper out from behind the curtain, revealing the most stringent get up of them all.

Like Evelynn, the armbinder was hidden on Akali’s body, though it was by her jacket that hung around her shoulders instead of her hair. Though they couldn’t see it, it was tightened to the fullest extent possible, straps tied over the device itself to secure it further, and an excess of padlocks was locked around any strap possible. Underneath her translucent clothing was a leather harness, which served the purpose of holding a few “distractions” for Akali in place, which had been placed in hopes to pacify the slave before her debut. Of course, this only seemed to anger her further, and amplify her thrashes and struggles. It was honestly impressive how the men on the sides of the runway could hear the rappers grunts, moans, and cries, despite Akali receiving a wad of cloth as stuffing for the panel that covered the entirety of her mouth. Tape, rope, and leather straps were all wrapped around her legs, pinning them together more harshly than Kai’Sa had it. She was tugged forward sharply once again, and the effect of that upon her encompassing collar and sturdy leash forced her to hop rapidly to prevent herself from tripping and falling face first.

Jane stopped at the edge of the stage with Akali in hand, holding the still struggling rapper in place as best she could. Her leash was the shortest for a very good reason. Regardless, Jane was well aware of her popularity, knowing that Akali had a tendency to keep all eyes on her…

She simply dropped the leash, letting it hang freely from Akali’s neck. There was a moment of confusion from both the enslaved pop star and the idle watchers, as Jane simply began to walk off the stage. It took only a moment for the men to realize that meant she was free for the taking.

Akali struggled to hobble herself away before one quick and lucky guy climbed onto the stage, took a swift grab of her leash, and pulled her into his grasp. There was a bit of fighting over the struggling slave before they eventually came to a surprisingly civilized agreement that she did have enough curves to share. The strength of the men controlled her far easier as they carried her off the stage.

The first real “concert” for SLAVE/DA was over, and yet the main event was just beginning. Each slave squirmed in their holder’s grasp, some of them beginning to use their own toys on the pop stars. A few of the men were generous, passing each one around so that they’d each get a fair chance with groping and teasing a slave, making sure they got their money’s worth. Vibrators were attached to each of their sensitive spots, even if there already was one or two there, giving them some way to play with their preferred member even if they were a little ways away.

And Jane had enough experience as a manager to know what the right call was. Sure, the quality of the performance was important, but what were two of the most crucial aspects of getting a new girl group off the ground?

Good fan interaction, and some good old fan service. As she watched upon the crowd which surrounded the girls, each one wondering when they’d get a chance in a private room…

She was certain she nailed SLAVE/DA’s debut.