Allie twisted her body around as she went through dance motions as Blackpink’s latest song blasted out through the speakers of the dance studio. Brow furrowed in concentration, but at the same time trying to still look happy, she continued through her choreography, going through the motions that she had practiced in front of the mirrors at home and in the studio by herself for hours before finally reaching a level where she could teach it to others as her own.
It had been a while since she had last done a choreography, so her first class in a few weeks ended up filling pretty quickly. There were a few regulars in her class today, she recognized Bradley, a guy who never seemed to miss one of her classes, Carissa, who seemed to idolize her as a dancer, and several more that had shown up to a number of her previous classes. Smiling to each in turn, she started the class teaching each segment, breaking the dance into counts of 16 and then teaching each segment one by one.
Over the next hour and a half, everyone worked on trying to copy her as she stood at the front of the class in front of all the mirrors. Rows of students rotated throughout the session, and she did notice some of her regulars seemed to almost be fighting amongst themselves to be closer to her when they were in the front row to her amusement. Dressed in one of her standard dancing outfits of a cropped tshirt that showed off her toned midsection, cargo pants that gave her a lot of freedom of movement, and black Vans, she methodically went through the entire dance sequence before it was time to film the students.
Standing off to the side out of camera view, each small group of six students got one round with Allie still showing them the choreo and then one round purely by themselves as she watched with a smile on her face from the sidelines. Some of her students were dancers, heck some were even fellow instructors at the dance studio that she worked at. Others were clearly struggling (specifically several of her regulars who she suspected at this point of just coming to stare at her butt shaking as she demonstrated dances) but either way people enjoyed it and she wasn’t one to judge. Soon enough the session was over and the students and teacher mingled together to chat and give thanks. “Thank you again.”
Allie turned to look into the brown eyes of Bradley, who seemed to just be drinking in every second he stood beside her. “Anytime.” She said with a smile before turning away, hoping it didn’t show that she was a little uncomfortable with the way he looked at her.
Turning away also meant she missed the way Bradley’s face contorted in fury before he regained composure and abruptly turned to leave the studio. Alie continued to chat with others as everyone left, leaving just her and a couple of the other instructors in the studio. They stayed for another hour, going through some other dances and bouncing choreo ideas off of each other before it was finally time to leave and close down the studio. Saying her goodbyes, Allie gathered up her things, tossing a jacket over her tshirt before heading off down the street. It was quite dark and the streets were relatively empty as she headed down the road towards the subway station several blocks away. It was the least enjoyable part of this job but the commute was worth it to her.
With earbuds in and working on coming up with more choreo ideas in her mind, Allie was completely oblivious to the shadow that detached itself from the side of a van that she walked past and only realized something was wrong when a cloth clamped down across her face. Caught off guard, Allie had already breathed in some of the chemicals on the cloth that caused her head to swim before she even attempted to fight back. It was a losing battle, as her legs and arms fought with losing strength against the arm that wrapped around her torso to pin her arms against her body. After a minute, she couldn’t hold on and she blacked out.
Allie woke up to a situation of her nightmares. The first thing she was aware of was the taste of rubber filling her mouth. Her tongue shot forward to test out what it was, finding a rubber ball of some kind forced between her teeth and strapped in place with leather straps. The next feeling was the aching in her shoulders, that she soon discovered was because of how her arms were wrenched behind her back and securely bound with rope. Her dancer flexibility meant that her elbows were forced to touch and welded together, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out. Additional rope wrapped above and below her breasts, constricting her chest and pinning her arms against her back.
Then as if she wasn’t worried enough about the fact that she was bound and gagged and kidnapped, her lower half had been changed. Her cargo pants and Vans were now gone, replaced with a pair of black stretchy shorts and thigh high boots with a stiletto heel. With a start, she realized they were the clothes she kept in her bag for her heels classes, whoever had kidnapped her had stripped her and swapped some of her clothes! The thought sent a shudder through her body, but she could do little about it as more rope was wrapped around her boots at the ankles, and above and below the knees before a short rope connected her wrist bonds to her ankles to pull her into a tight hogtie. Her dancer flexibility made the position bearable, but it was no less secure or strict.
Allie strained against the ropes, her fingers fluttering as they searched for a knot anywhere. Whoever had tied her up seemed to have a pretty good idea on how to do so, which was not an encouraging thought for her at all. Looking around the room she found herself in, it seemed like an unfinished basement of a house with items haphazardly stacked all over the place with bare concrete walls and the concrete floor she now found herself on. Stairs to her left led to the main floor but in her hogtie, there was no way she could hope to get out of here.
Drool started to flow around the ballgag, dripping down her chin as she closed her eyes and sobbed quietly at the position she now found herself in. Her mind whirled about thoughts from her kidnapping to now and the big question about who would do this to her was solved pretty quickly when the basement door opened and someone descended the stairs. Allie’s eyes widened as Bradley’s face came into view from the lone lightbulb illuminating the basement. “Hello Allie.” He said quietly.
Allie screamed behind the gag and started a fresh bout of struggling. It wasn’t very loud. She continued to struggle and strain against the ropes as he walked on over to her and knelt beside her, taking her hair in his hands as he stroked the soft strands. Allie’s fury slowly sputtered out and the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability took over like a wave. Bradley had stripped her half naked and then dressed her! And he was one of her students! The thoughts were both infuriating and fear inducing. She knew the way he looked at her. “Sorry for taking such drastic measures.” He said, not sounding sorry at all. “I was tired of fighting all the others in the class for your attention. It was too diverted, too many others. But now it’s just you and me.”
He stroked her cheek, causing her to flinch. “And now, as my captive audience, I will no longer have to fight for your attention. You’re mine, all mine.”