Goodbye, Au revoir, Adios!

The last line of the song by Everglow came through the speaker and the girls struck the final pose of the dance. Breathing heavily, Heather and her friends held the pose for a few seconds before Marcus stopped recording and they gave a sigh of relief. “That looked real good!” He said as he set the camera down.

The six girls crowded around his computer as he connected his camera to upload the recording that he had just taken. They had been practicing Adios by Everglow, working on perfecting the dance before they filmed their official youtube cover of it. Heather glanced around at her friends, dressed in comfortable clothes for dancing. Jia, Amber, Alyssa, Alina, and Esther were all girls that she had met in the dance community at the University and were brought together with their love of k-pop dance covers. She still danced hip-hop with them, being on the Atmosphere Dance team with all of them but doing k-pop was definitely their preferred type of dance now.

Their small group had been doing k-pop dance covers for nearly a year now, originally starting out for fun but now they had begun to build a brand around it. Uploading to Youtube and participating in various dance competitions had grown their base a bit, but it was still quite small. Not that many of them cared but they did invest quite a bit of time into learning the different dances and coordinating on it.

So when Heather received an email from a local studio offering their services as a trial, she was a bit surprised that anyone had really taken notice of them in the area. Further discussions with the studio revealed that they wanted to trial some new filmography methods in different lightings and motions and thought that they could mutually benefit by providing some professional level filming for their videos.

Looking into the studio, the girls could see they had quite a decent portfolio for a small local setup and contacted them back, agreeing to do a shoot for a day. Now they were practicing, making sure that they had the dance perfected to waste as little time as possible when they were at the studio. It had been a few hours since they had begun practicing but they watched the video with the same attention to detail as ever. This take actually looked perfect, with minimal mistakes. “I think we’re good for today.” Alyssa said as she stretched. “Don’t want to be unable to move tomorrow either.”

The girls broke and began to pack up, tossing things back into their bags. Heather smirked under her hair as she saw several people who had set up around them and on the railings overlooking the open space they were using as a practice area began to leave with disappointed looks. She knew the group of six asian girls were good looking, especially keeping themselves in shape as dancers, and their practice sessions tended to draw some attention. Slinging backpacks over their shoulders and pulling jackets on, the girls and Marcus departed for bubble tea, celebrating before their big day tomorrow.

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The studio was located uptown, so the girls all met up at the bus stop with bags containing their video outfits and headed off. Heather did feel a little giddy about the prospect of using a professional level studio to record their dancing. Given that they weren’t an official club, they were usually relegated to whatever open space they could find for videos and practices so this would be a very big change, even if there were no mirrors to work with.

They checked the address when they arrived, surprised at how large the building appeared to be and inside it was even busier. Half a dozen people were running around, setting up cameras, lighting equipment, manning computers, and doing more things in a panicked rush to get things ready. “Oh! Hello!”

One of the men spotted them and walked on over. “Hi, my name’s Victor and I’m the director here at the studio. And you are?”

The girls all introduced themselves and he shook hands with everyone. He was very polite, which put them a little more at ease. Working with professionals meant less problems and efficient jobs. “Do you have change rooms here?” Esther asked, eager to get started.

“Yup, right down that hall, Alex can you show the girls?”

One of the set helpers nodded, beckoning for the girls to follow. Heather sorted out some details with Victor about what each side would benefit and what the group would receive before joining the girls in changing. Adios was a white outfit themed video, but the girls chose to balance it out with black and white. Heather wore a tight black long sleeve top with cutouts, black shorts and her black platform Doc Marten boots. Alina was dressed in a white flowy top with a black bra, black slim pants and thick black combat boots. Jia, the tallest of the group, wore thigh high suede boots that made her legs seem a mile long, black leather shorts and a black long sleeve crop top. Representing the white half of the outfits, Amber wore black Docs, black cargo pants, a white crop top and leather strap accessories around her chest and shoulders. Esther was clad in a white sleeveless top, black cargo pants and white platform combat boots. Alyssa was a vision of full white, wearing white knee boots, a white skirt and a white top with a plunging neckline.

When they emerged back onto the set, almost everyone stopped to stare at them and Heather was momentarily uncomfortable, but professionalism won over and everyone resumed what they were working on at the time. As they assembled near the “stage” that the studio had created, Victor walked over to them. “Can I ask something of you girls?”



Heather nodded, curious what this favour was.

“We want to try filming a video with different focus levels, so after each dance segment can we have one girl leave the set? So eventually it narrows down the number of people in the shot. I know it’s a six person group, but I want to try it out for one film session to see what it’s like.”

It seemed quite odd, given that the dance was for a six girl group but considering the studio was doing them the favour of having them there she figured she should honour their request. Alyssa quickly determined the order that they would exit the shoot and the girls got ready to dance. They did a couple practice rounds as well, with cameras rolling anyways for them with all the girls there for the entire song before getting ready to do the special modification the studio requested.

They kicked it off as usual but Jia left the formation and exited the set after about 30 seconds. As she quickly moved out of sight of the cameras, one of the set helpers waved her over towards the side door. She walked over. “What’s up?” She asked quietly.

“Just keeping you out of the way until they’re done.” The man whispered.

“I can’t watch?” Jia asked curiously.

“The director wanted the area clear of distractions for both the film crew and the dancers. I’ll show you to the break room in the back.”



Jia nodded and followed him down the hall, past a few other closed doors and various pictures that were likely taken in the studio. He stopped in front of one of the doors at the end of the hall and opened it, revealing a dark room. “There’s food and water and various other things in there for you, I’ll bring the other girls back here when it’s their turn to walk off the set.”

Jia absentmindedly nodded her thanks as he waved her through another door into a dark room. “Hey…” She started before the door shut behind her and the lights came on.

Momentarily blinded, Jia shielded her eyes before she blinked to recover her eyesight and felt her heart stop as she took in what was inside the room. In front of her was a blank wall, with numerous sets of shackles spaced out at even intervals.

Unfortunately for her, shock and the sudden light prevented her from seeing two men flanking the door who, as one, grabbed the tall Asian girl and held her tightly between them. “Hey! Let me-mmmmmph!” She cried out as her mouth was smothered by a hand clamping down over her face as she was manhandled towards the wall.

She was dragged towards the leftmost set of shackles, despite all of her kicking and struggling she could do nothing as she was spun around and pressed against the wall. With one of the men continuing to press a hand across her mouth to gag her, the other grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. Metal cuffs snapped shut around her slim wrists, trapping them in a cold steel embrace and soon her legs were spread apart and similar cuffs were locked around her booted ankles. She tested the cuffs, but they were bolted solidly in place. Jia gave a sob as she realized how helpless she was as the man brought up a red ball on a leather strap. Her eyes went wide as she realized what it was, but she could barely draw a breath in to scream as the handgag left her mouth and the rubber ball was jammed between her teeth. She retched and gagged as the ballgag was strapped tightly at the back of her neck, forcing the straps to pull back at the corners of her mouth and muffled all of her cries.

Her captors took a step back to admire their prize, one reaching out to fondle her breasts through her white top. “Dancers really do keep their bodies in good shape.” One said. “Perfect for our purposes.”

They snickered as they took in her toned legs and exposed stomach before turning and exiting the room, leaving Jia to suffer quietly in her bonds. Her jaw was already aching and she hated the taste of rubber inside of her mouth as she could feel drool seeping around the spherical intruder. The lights automatically went out, plunging the dancer into darkness with the only light coming from underneath the door to the room and she rattled her cuffs once again. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, but her blood ran cold as she remembered that each of the girls would be exiting the set one by one, making them easy prey for whatever was going on here. And it certainly wasn’t benefiting the girls.

She stewed in her chains for a few minutes before the door opened again. “Jia’s in here? Why in the dark?”

Jia recognized Alina’s voice and screamed as loudly as she could into her gag. “Awwwwh! Rnnnmmmm!”

“Jia?”

Jia realized that despite the room being soundproofed, the door being open was an opportunity but there was no way the other girls would hear her with the music pounding in the main studio room. Alina’s voice was now confused as she stepped forward, which was a fatal mistake. The door slammed shut behind her, plunging the room into complete darkness and Jia could hear a scuffle as the men pounced on their prey.

When the lights were turned on, Jia could only look on helplessly as Alina was manhandled towards her. Her flowy white top had ridden up in her struggles, exposing her black bra underneath. Similar to how Jia had been captured, one of the men pinned Alina’s hands behind her in an iron grip while the other handgagged her. Both used their free hand to grab her upper arm and steer her towards the set of shackles beside the helpless Jia. Alin’s eyes were wide over the handgag, her mind unable to process what was happening to her or Jia and shock made her unable to resist as her hands were pulled over her head and chained together.

One of the men took advantage of her hands being out of the way to grope her breasts, finally sparking Alina into some action but by now it was far too late. The brute dodged her kicking feet as he knelt down, quickly snagging her legs and locking them in more cuffs, snapping them closed around her ankles above the tops of her thick combat boots. Alina’s white pants offered some protection against the cold metal, but did little to reduce the fact that she was now securely locked in place until someone decided to let her out. And by the looks of things, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. The ankle cuffs seemed to drain the fight out of her as Alina hung in her chains, her hair falling in front of her face. Jia hated seeing her friend like this, but the cuffs meant that she was held in place and could do nothing to offer comfort to the poor girl. In the darkness, she couldn’t even give a reassuring look to help.

It wasn’t long before the next one of their friends arrived. Amber stood outside the door in confusion as she peered into the dark room. “Why the hell would they be in here?” She asked as she turned around to talk to the man who had led her to the back room.

In response, he shoved her, both of his hands landing on her breasts (possibly purposefully) but Amber didn’t have time to think about it as she gasped and stumbled backwards into the room right into the waiting arms of the two men inside the door. The set helper gave her a cheeky wave before slamming the door shut. Amber’s strap accessories now became handles to help steer the struggling girl towards the back of the room as the lights came on and Amber gave a muffled shriek seeing the two girls chained up. She was taken over to the rightmost set of shackles, furthest away from Jia and Alina, before her hands were chained overhead and legs were locked in place. “What do you think about them so far?” One of the men grunted as he finished cuffing Amber’s ankles.

“I like the tall one there myself.” The other said, licking his lips as he looked Jia up and down.

Jia felt a wave of disgust at how the man was looking at her but she couldn’t cover herself up or move herself out of his gaze. “You prefer one of the ones in here or out there?”

“I like the leader myself.” The first one responded, referring to Heather. “Always liked those leader types of girls, especially how they try to command you when you gag them.”

They both laughed as they stood and walked back across the room. Again, the girls were plunged into darkness as the men took up their positions once again. They knew it was only a matter of time before another one of their friends would be caught in the same trap and they knew they had to do their best to warn them. Jia and Amber both resolved to scream at the next opportunity and hopefully someone would be able to get away to rescue them from what would likely be a terrible fate. The next minute or so was an agonizing wait, time seeming to slow down before they heard the door handle turn.

The moment the door opened, both Jia and Amber screamed the best they could into their gags. The silhouette appeared to be Esther, who tried to turn to run only to bump into the stagehand. “What’s the rush?” He asked with a grin as he grabbed her.

Esther tried to cry for help but was quickly muffled by the stagehand’s hand and forced into the room. The two men inside the room repeated the motions that they had done many times at this point after the door was kicked closed, sealing all sound inside the room. Esther was released by the stagehand and had a brief second and a half of freedom before she was grabbed again. Jia and Amber both whimpered as they watched their plan fail and soon Esther was strung up to Amber’s right. The men let Esther beg them for release before they got tired of her voice and forced a gag into her mouth. Strapping it deep, the man patted her cheek as she sobbed and bit into the rubber before walking away again. The lights went out, with muffled sobbing and occasional clanking chains the only sounds to be heard. The soundproofing of the room did an excellent job of keeping the music out of earshot.

The capture of each girl couldn’t have taken more than 30 seconds, just enough time for the next to be lured to the back room. Alyssa walked off the set next and was directed to the back room, but upon entering she sensed something was wrong almost immediately. Seeing a brief movement in the darkness to her left, she dodged sideways and actually avoided the initial grab attempt by the men. Hearing muffled grunts from deeper in the room, she realized something was very wrong and turned towards the door. Dodging another grab attempt, she tried the handle but found it to be locked. “HEEEEELP!” She screamed, pounding on the door for about two seconds before meaty hands grabbed her and yanked her away. “That was stupid.” A voice growled in her ear as the lights came on and she shut her eyes to keep the sudden bright light out.

While she was disoriented, the stifling hand was removed and a rubber ball was jammed between her teeth, much to her discomfort. Alyssa grunted, lashing out the best she could with her arms and legs but she was simply hauled off of her feet as the ballgag was buckled under her hair and she was carried across the room. Opening her eyes, she spotted her four friends chained against the back wall and gave a muffled scream. “You’ll be joining them, doll. Nothing can stop that from happening now.”

The words simply renewed her struggles, her fiery personality translating into struggles but the larger men held the girl with ease and soon she was chained up as well. There was one empty spot beside her on the wall and looking across it at Jia, their eyes met and they both realized that there was one of their group left still dancing and made the connection to their horror.

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Goodbye, Au revoir, Adios!

Heather smiled as she held the final pose and the music stopped. It felt a little strange being the only one on the “stage” now that the rest of the girls had left during the taping but it was nice to get a little bit of time in the limelight. Around her, the studio employees were all clapping. “That was AMAZING!” Victor called from behind the cameras. “Here, come take a look at that last section.”

Heather walked over to where one of the videographers was rewinding some footage and watched with wide eyes how the lighting emphasized her movements. “Wow.” She gasped. “You were right, it really did stand out.”

She watched the footage over a few times, pointing out a couple of things and watching how the studio recorded their footage before asking about if the rest of the girls had seen the video. Victor shook his head. “They’ve been in the back. Come on, I’ll take you to join the rest of your group.”

Heather didn’t see his sinister smile as he led the way through a door down one of the side halls. She noticed that most of the crew that had been in the room was also following them to the bacj. He entered a lit room at the end that had some curtains dividing the room in two and she wondered if this was some special presentation. She also wondered where her friends were since she hadn’t seen them at all. Victor motioned for her to step forward. “Gentleman.”

Two men drew back the curtains and Heather’s hands immediately went to her mouth in shock. She stood frozen, her legs unwilling to move as her wide eyes took in the scene in front of her. Her five friends were all chained, gagged, helpless against the wall. Alina was crying while Jia and Alyssa both screamed into their gags. Esther and Amber looked at her with sad eyes and Heather’s gaze couldn’t help but be drawn to the one empty set of shackles that she knew were for her. “W-what is the meaning of this.” She stammered, turning to see all the studio employees filing into the room to form a menacing wall between her and the door.

“This was never about your dance or the recording girl.” Victor laughed, suddenly very imposing with his size compared to her. “It was about getting some sexy bodies like you into here and making you all disappear.”

Heather felt very small and helpless, trapped between her bound and gagged friends and multiple large men from the studio. “S-stay back!” She cried, holding her hands up like it would generate a force field to prevent anyone from walking closer.

Of course, she couldn’t actually make a force-field and the men advanced unimpeded. Heather screamed and reflexively lashed out as they grabbed her, her platform Docs suddenly becoming her last weapon of hope but it was futile. The two men seized her, handgagging her and carried her thrashing form over to the one open spot on the wall. Her friends all sobbed and cried out around their gags, but were helpless as Heather’s hands were wrenched over her head and locked into shackles. More metal cuffs closed around her ankles and a black ballgag muffled her sobs.

With the last of the dance group secured, the men retreated back to join the other employees, who weren’t bothering to hide their lustful looks now that the girls knew the real reason that they had been brought to the studio. After all, it wasn’t everyday that they had a group of six girls with dancer bodies kept in good shape helplessly chained up. “Alright.” The director clapped his hands. “Let’s get set up for the second shoot.”

The men seemed reluctant to have to tear their gaze away from the squirming girls but several left the room and began bringing camera and lighting equipment into the room. Seeing questioning looks from Heather, the director walked over to her and groped her breasts through her crop top. “You see.” He said, ignoring Heather’s outraged squeals as she was violated. “We also run a rather lucrative business as slavers. We auction off pretty girls like you for a lot of money and then they disappear off the face of the earth.”

He leaned closer, causing Heather to flinch but he grabbed her hair and kept her head in place as he kissed her ballgag. “Take a good guess what’s going to happen to you girls.”

He laughed at the cries from the girls as he stepped back, allowing his men to set up cameras and microphones in front of each of the girls. Heather could only tearfully look at her friends as the activity continued in front of them. The metal cuffs around her wrists were absolutely secure and the chains were anchored deeply into the wall. Same went for her legs, keeping her legs spread apart. It made her feel vulnerable, her hands kept overhead and unable to cover any part of her body as she stared at the black lens of the camera in front of her. Drool leaked around her ballgag, dampening her top but she couldn’t wipe it herself.

The captive dancers moaned, dreading their potential future as the setup finished and computers were set up. “Perhaps you could say Adios to your old lives, girls.” The director laughed at his own joke as the red lights on each of the cameras blinked on. “Aaaaaaand live!”