Authors Note: This is the second part of my story, Wendy goes dancing. I think there will be a third part if it is received well. And, as usual, since these are my fantasies, there is a huge amount of non-consent and forced sexual activity. If this bothers you, you know the drill by now.
If you haven't read part 1, I suggest you do that as this part will make far more sense if you do. Lastly, I want to dedicate this story to the real life Wendy and Ana. They are kind, sexy and generous women who have allowed me to use them in my fantasies. They are actually engaged and I am so happy for the two of them. They deserve all the joy and love that life has to offer them.
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The dance floor at New York's Little Sister nightclub was packed almost to capacity and the electric synth sounds of Egyptian Sun by Francis Mercier were pounding out from the speakers, filling the room. That combined with the general haze of noise created by the over 130 patrons dancing the night away made it almost impossible to pick out any one particular sound from all the other cacophonic commotion filling the air. One particular sound like that of Ana screaming at the man to stop as he wrapped a belt around Wendy's neck and used it as a leash to lead her off the main floor and into a private room. Ana tried to get up off the dancefloor where she had been forced to kneel and until mere moments ago had a cock shoved deep into her cunt and another into her mouth, keeping her scissored between the two of them as they rode her hard and fast. She had been given no choice in the matter but as usual, she had taken control in the only way she could. She had sucked and gagged on the man's cock and forced him to cum down her throat on her own terms while simultaneously thrusting back hard against the man who was fucking her from behind, clenching her pussy and again, leaving the decision of when to cum in her control.
The man behind her had slapped her ass cheeks repeatedly while the man in front reached beneath her and grabbed her breast. He squeezed and twisted it hard, trying to make her writhe or cry out. But Ana was made of sterner stuff and knew how to handle two wannabe Dom's. She trained slaves for a living and she was a stronger dominant than either of these two would ever be. Her breasts ached and her ass burned but it was a mere shadow of what she had experienced in her past. If these men thought that this is what it took to control her, they had another thing coming.
What did affect her though was seeing Wendy used and controlled by the men surrounding her. They fucked her ass and forced cock down her throat all the while slapping and teasing her body till the submissive nature in her took over and she gave herself to them. Now they were leading her off to do who knew what else to her. Ana cried out again but her voice was drowned out by everything else going on around her.
Then, two strong hands grabbed her own arms and yanked them hard behind her back while another man grabbed her face with his hand and twisted her head up to look him in the eyes. He stood tall above her, staring down with a cruel smile on his face. Then, to make certain she heard him, he leaned down and twisted her head slightly so he could speak directly into her ear.
"Your little friend is about to be our guest at an exclusive party and she said we should invite you as well, to share in her fun!" He squeezed her cheeks hard in his hand causing Ana to wince slightly. "Don't try anything funny or your little slut will pay the price, I promise!" Those words froze Ana's heart. She loved Wendy with every fiber of her being and she knew that this man at least wasn't lying. She purposely let her eyes drop, showing him a sign of obedience and nodded slightly. She had no intention of truly surrendering to these men, but she had to play the part if she was to remain close enough to Wendy to help when the time came.
The man seemed satisfied with her acquiescence. He nodded approvingly and lifted her head up as the two men holding her arms helped her to stand. Her black dress and lingerie had been pulled off or bunched around her waist and they now dragged at least the remnants of her dress up over her breasts. Then, still gripping her arms tightly, they began to march her through the crowds on the floor till they reached the curtained area she had seen them take Wendy through. Shoving her forward, they went in.
Through the curtain, Ana found herself in a short hall with a few darkened alcoves off to the sides. A few feet further there was a door standing open. Back here the music could still be heard but the sounds were slightly muffled. Enough so that Ana could hear the sounds of voices and laughter coming from beyond that far door as well as the sounds of Wendy's choked cries. Her heart leapt in her chest, and she wanted to run towards her, but the men held her tight. She could see through the door the backs of a few men, several of them taking their jackets and shirts off.
Behind her, now that they were off the main floor and away from what might be unwanted eyes, her own dress was grabbed and yanked down hard. She heard the thin material ripping and the shreds of her once expensive outfit were torn completely away from her body. Anas didn't care about her nudity in front of these men, she only cared about Wendy. She struggled against the two holding her tight.
"Let me go, you bastards!" She shouted. The men just laughed and tightened their grip. Ana was certain her arms would show the bruises tomorrow. Then she felt the long, torn pieces of her dress being wrapped tightly around her arms, just above the elbows. The material was twisted, pulling her arms painfully back behind her and causing her to thrust her proud, firm breasts out. As someone behind her tied and knotted her makeshift bonds, the man who was leading her looked down at her out thrust breasts and hard nipples. Dark round areolas the size of a silver dollar surrounded her hard, eraser sized nipples. He nodded and smiled appreciatively. Then he cupped her breasts in his hand and ran his thumbs over her tits, stroking and teasing them. Ana shuddered involuntarily at his touch.
"Oh yes!" He murmured half to himself, "You'll do very nicely." Then, to the others he motioned towards the door. "Come on, bring her along! She won't want to miss this!" The others pushed her back into movement and they went down the hall and into the room at the end. As they entered, the last man behind her closed the door. She twisted her head back in time to see him turning the lock on the doorknob.
The room inside was dimly lit by lowlight incandescent lamps along the wall. The room itself was rectangular in shape, perhaps 10-12 feet wide and twice as long. There was deep oak paneling and velvet drapes along the walls and deep red crushed velour cushioned benches along the walls as well, accented with stripes of gold. There were a couple of small tables in the room but the crowd there had already shoved them to the back, clearing the main part of the room for themselves and their "guest of honor".
Wendy was surrounded by men. The black leather belt was still around her throat and at the moment, Ana could see it was pulled tight and held upwards at an angle, restricting her breathing. Directly in front of her were two men who had already dropped their pants. Their thick, hard cocks were currently both shoved deep into Wendy's mouth while another man had hooked his fingers into her cheeks and was stretching her mouth wide to accommodate the cocks. Her hands had been pulled behind her and someone had obviously come prepared tonight as a thick zip-tie had been looped around her wrists, locking them tight behind her.
