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The storm outside wasn't showing any sign of stopping soon, and Isabela fell to the floor with a loud thud after losing her grip around the dance pole, causing her attacker to mockingly pout at her.
"Oh, beauty queen, look at you," the blond haired psycho bent down on his haunches beside her, petting the side of her head with a gloved hand, "can't show daddy a good time?" He cocked his head and grabbed a fist full of her dark hair, lifting her head from the hard floor.
She whimpered and tried to shove him off, but he managed to pin her arms down with his gaudy pink cowboy boot, and flashed his pointed teeth, laughing hysterically.
"Go to hell!" Isabela cried out, pulling on her pinned arm, only to soon taste the floor when her attacker let go of her hair.
A sudden jolt of excitement shot up his spine at the sound of her whimpering, and he stood up, moving back to look down at her. He no longer had his lust canon, but no matter, he had new toys to show her.
"Oh baby, I'm already there, and I LOVE it!" He sashayed over to the pole and wrapped one leg around the base after he jumped up to grab it.
Isabela was still plenty dazed from the connection her head made with the floor, but she did her best to sit up. Tasting blood.
"Now get your fine self over here and show me some of those 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 moves!" Dylan flicked his tongue between his pointed teeth through the unzipped slit in the latex mask that kept only one eye uncovered. His look was enough to spook her into submission, but after she found her footing, hurrying to the back office was her first plan of action.
Dylan rolled his eye and spun around on the glossy pole before hopping off it and landing on his feet with a soft grunt.
"You're going to ruin the surprise, but whatever," the scantily dressed man casually walked over to the other end of the expansive, dimly lit room and flipped the light switch on the wall with a loud sigh.
It was no longer just the stage that was drenched in fluorescent light, but now the room to Isabela's left and to her right.
"N-Nick...?!" He was suddenly there, bound and gagged to the chair, unconscious. Chuck was in a similar position in the opposite room, head hanging low.
"Why are you doing this?!" Isabela cried out, turning quickly on her heels when she heard the clanking of Dylan's boots against the pole.
"Hmm, I don't know, maybe I'm just fed up WITH BEING IGNORED!" He hollered back at her, causing her to look to her shaking hands, searching for something.
He slid from the pole and walked along the stage, his boots hitting the floor with purpose, the leather of his chaps creaking.
"This all could've been avoided, but you see that now, don't you?" He talked as softly as he could, though that edge still remained clear as day in his voice.
Tears speckled Isabela's palms. She pinched her eyes closed and tried to erase the memories that he forced her to remember.
"Let them go!" She opened her eyes and curled her hands into fists, startled at how close he was now.
Dylan licked his lips and bared his teeth again in a sickening smile.
"Don't worry," he was close enough to her to put his hand to her hair, only to get it smacked away, "you obey, they will get to leave, it's simple. As. That!" He clicked his tongue and breathed hotly into her ear before she ran over to where Nick was, seeing the bruises on his face, and the tears in his coveralls.
Dylan let out another low laugh before it turned hysterical. 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘭.
"I KNEW YOU FIRST!"
Isabela tried to rip the duct tape from Nick's mouth, but her fingers were too shaky. There was too much of it.
"Nick, wake up!" She gently patted his cheek, and he stirred after a moment, his eyes fluttering open to find her standing there.
"You are so mean to me, Izzie, but I've got you now!" Dylan continued to shout from the background of the room, now standing beside Chuck with a long, unrecognizable tool in his hand.
Nick began to panic, struggling in his metal cuffs.
"I will get you out of here!" She held his face in her hands as he shook his head. He kept trying to talk behind the duct tape, but it was nothing comprehensive.
Isabela tried to rip away the tape again and succeeded, but only the first layer.
Nick's nostrils flared and he groaned. She did what she could to calm him down, and failed, but once Chuck's muffled scream filled the air, she realized what Nick was trying to tell her.
"You've been so naughty!" Dylan pressed the tip of the solid black cattle prod into Chuck's chest again, laughing when his body tensed.
Isabela ran over to where they were and put her hands out. Her breath coming out too quickly for her to settle it.
"S-Stop, please, don't hurt him...!" She was weakened by fear, trying to catch her breath, and Dylan's face lit up when he saw the tears on her cheeks.
"Are you ready to obey?" He hissed, furrowing his brow, and pulling away the cattle prod, turning his body to Isabela.
She lifted her head and nodded. Hearing Chuck moan before his head hung low again.
Dylan smiled wide and started walking towards her, slowly lifting the cattle prod up until the tip was in her line of vision.
Isabela's face gave him shivers that made him giggle like a child and palm the front of his briefs, covered by more of his leather outfit.
"Then go over there and dance for me," he kept coming at her slowly, backing her up until he pressed the button on the cattle prod and scared her into another sprint.
Isabela never felt so powerless.
"Ooh, you know I really do like the outfit, looks good on your skin!" He purred, now standing in front of the stage and holding the cattle prod in front of his crotch like it was his cock, running his thumb down the side of it while he watched her with a wide toothy smile.
She opened her mouth, wanting to bite back, but he gave her a look that shook her to the core, lifting his finger to his lips to keep her silent.
"Perform for me and you'll see how cooperative I can be!"
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Isabela was a great dancer. She'd been dancing all her life, and Dylan knew that. At least half of that.
He had put on a decent enough playlist to get her in the mood, dimmed the lights a bit, and eventually found himself on stage with her. Only circling her though, smelling her, reaching out to her and giggling when he snapped the back of her stretchy top. Loving it when she let out a little gasp.
"Mhh mhh, what a sight you are!" He laid a hand on top of his hat and stepped back, brandishing his cattle prod again, making sure the tip of it ghosted across her skin; her back, her thighs, legs, and ass.
Isabela felt dizzy. She normally wasn't into pole dancing, but she knew a few moves that could put any man in a stupor. She had the legs for it, the stamina, and the core strength, but she couldn't keep up with her attacker's demands.
After she fell, Dylan crouched beside her and gently touched the bruise on her forehead with his thumb, cocking his head as he looked her over.
"Way to kill the fucking vibe, baby!" He growled and grabbed her by the arms, forcing her back onto her uncoordinated feet.
Isabela's wiggling didn't last long, but panic rose quickly in her throat when he led her over to Nick. He was furious, and it was obvious.
"Oh come on, pretty boy, you thought you'd get rid of me that easily?" Dylan stroked his hand down the side of Nick's damp face when he shoved Isabela onto her knees.
Chuck groaned, and Dylan rolled his eye and sighed.
"Some people are 𝘴𝘰 impatient!"
Isabela lifted her head and noticed the cattle prod hanging from a leather loop on Dylan's outfit, but she wasn't quick enough to grab it before she was grabbed again and positioned in front of Nick.
She could hear him mumbling loudly behind the mess of duct tape, could see him struggling against the restraints.
"Oh you'll thank me later for what I'm about to give you, cowboy!" Dylan stroked Nick's bruised face again, teasingly pulling back his hand when Nick jerked his head.
Isabela bowed her head in silent prayer, trying to quiet the thumping in her ears.
"You worked that pole so damn good, now let me see you work another!" Dylan slid behind Isabela, crouched and grabbed a fistful of her hair, making sure she kept still, her hands bracing herself on the floor at Nick's feet.
The muffled cries coming from Nick only made the attacker hungrier for more.
"Come on, beauty queen, it won't bite, but I will!" Dylan threatened into the back of her neck, having brushed aside her hair, and shoved her forward before standing up.
Nick's eyes met Dylan's, and in one fell swoop, the man ripped away the duct tape from his mouth, filling the open space with the sound of it leaving his skin. Nick stifled his groan, leaning his head back for a brief moment, trying to steady the movement of his chest.
"You have major problems, man!" He choked out.
Dylan cackled and backed away from the two, sticking out his cattle prod as a warning.
"You either moan or baby girl here is gonna get a little shock!" The attacker showed off his pointed teeth again, swiping his tongue across them when he looked down at Isabela and touched the end of his cattle prod to the back of her neck.
She stiffened and lifted her shaky hand from the floor, grabbing Nick's knee.
"Is-Isabela, look at me," He looked down at her, his lip quivering, forehead wrinkled.
Isabela lifted her chin and gave him a tired smile.
Dylan was far enough away now that he couldn't hear their whispers.
"Shit, okay, we have to moan so he thinks we're doing something, but we have to make it believable," thankfully Nick wasn't even semi-hard; this was too fucked up.
Isabela nodded, sitting up on her knees and lightly pawing at his coveralls.
"BOORING!" Dylan cried out.
"Maybe Chuck will be a good boy for daddy!"
Isabela turned around and called out.
"Don't hurt him!" She choked up, and Nick bit his lip, his back stiff from sitting in this chair for god knows how long.
Dylan groaned and stopped.
"Last chance!"
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Dylan was standing closer than before, slowly stroking his cattle prod like he was stroking his cock.
The playlist was turned down low, but the bass still had worked its magick.
Isabela eyed Nick's coveralls, mostly in the crotch, and swallowed when she put her hand over him, surprised to feel what she'd felt. Nick's body lightly twitched and he turned his head away, ashamed that the gentlest touch of her hand had worked him up so bad.
Dylan's eye brightened, and he licked his lips, slowly circling the pair. Watching intently as he stroked his hand down his own half naked body.
Isabela deliberately unclasped the snaps on Nick's coveralls, starting from his chest, and ending at his crotch, seeing that he was hard. She swallowed and touched her hand to his clothed length, hearing him lightly gasp, feeling him twitch.
"He's a big boy, isn't he!" Dylan teased, circling back around, still watching closely.
Isabela looked down, closed her eyes, and carefully eased Nick's cock out of his boxer briefs after opening her eyes, glancing up at him through her wet lashes.
"...damn!" He panted, letting his lips stay slightly open, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair.
The smell of sweat and gasoline kissed isabela's nose as she leaned in and pressed her tongue flat to the already weeping tip.
Dylan let out his own barrage of sick groans, and Isabela could only imagine what he was doing. Nick lifted his chin, laid his head back and let out a low gasp when he was slowly engulfed in endless warmth. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, imagining Isabela, but in a completely different way. Not here. Not like this.
"What a good girl!" The blond psycho whimpered as he straightened himself out and suddenly urged Isabela up on her feet with the touch of his cattle prod.
Nick's cock now lie against his shirt, wet and throbbing. He was too close. His breath slowly returning to normal.
"I did what you wanted," Isabela panted, licking her lips, feeling herself struggle against the tall psycho when he held her back firmly to his chest and wrapped his hand around her neck.
Nick's cock was still hard, and Isabela closed her eyes, wrapping her hand around his wrist, feeling the fishnet sleeve Dylan was wearing.
"You aren't done yet, I still have so much for you to do!" He gently brushed aside her hair and kissed the side of her neck, grazing his pointed teeth over her skin, just before forcing her around and leading her over to the other side of the room.
"I've been watching you, Isabela, I see the way you treat men!" He growled and squeezed her arms, causing her to fight, but he pushed her forward, watching and laughing as she fell to her hands and knees in front of Chuck's chair.
Nick hollered, spewing obscenities.
Dylan mocked him with a hand puppet gesture, stomping over to Chuck and slapping him hard across the face, waking him.
Isabela shook her head and scrambled to her feet, smacking and shoving the psycho in the chest.
"I did nothing to you!" She cried and fell down, sobbijg in her hands. Chuck grunted and urged his body from side to side, but nothing budged.
Dylan let out his most cynical laugh yet before abruptly silencing himself and stomping down on Isabela's ankle. She cried out in pain, Nick still hollering, Chuck muffling.
"Damn right you did nothing!"
"You're beautiful, you get anything you want, but you wanted nothing to do with me!"
Isabela wasn't lost on what he was saying. She just wanted him to stop. To shut up.
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Her throat was sore, and her jaw ached.
Dylan was finally happy, but not fully pleased.
"I got you now, baby, all of you!"
He pinned Isabela to the floor of the stage, unbuckled some of his leather straps, after pulling off his boots, ripping off her pretty dance top and skirt, and his briefs, finally exposing himself.
"No, you...you can't do this," Isabela was weak.
Dylan removed his hat, and his gloves. He would've even removed his mask, but that would take more time.
"Baby, you want this too, I know you do, you are so wet for me, don't fool yourself!" He pressed his lips to hers, the zipper and leather of his mask making her fidget. And worsening his mood.
Nick couldn't watch anymore. Neither could Chuck. They couldn't do anything to help her.
"Baby, you're mine!"
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A few months passed since Dylan had captured Nick, Chuck, and Isabela, and left on his own accord after putting them all to sleep, and leaving them out on the empty street of sunset hills, clothes intact, but their bodies aching.
Isabela had been treated the worst, and Nick knew how much she needed space, but he wanted to be there for her.
The experience had changed Chuck, but not enough. He thought about Isabela more, wanted to find that clown and beat his ass, but that was it.
Nick's caffeine addiction worsened, and he hardly slept. He'd failed Isabela. He'd failed everyone he knew because that psycho was still alive. Doing what he did best.
He still tormented Isabela, prompting both Nick and Rhonda to set Gary up as her bodyguard, when he wasn't busy with Chuck. Nick helped Kenny put in some surveillance cameras at the dance studio, special ones Kenny had put together himself, and Annie and her illegals occupied the building across from the dance studio, Dick and Rhonda keeping watch over the monitors at the house.