Stories of Tie Up Games

Dominic sailed through the bustling crowds of the comic convention, her heart fluttering like the pages of a favorite comic book. She had spent hours meticulously crafting her outfit, transforming herself into the sultry and powerful Zatanna. Her makeup was flawless, a perfect blend of smoky eyes and bold red lips that could cast a spell on anyone who gazed upon her. The top hat perched atop her head was a symbol of her newfound confidence, a stark contrast to the days when she'd hide beneath a hoodie. The black tuxedo jacket she wore hugged her curves with the precision of a tailor's craftsmanship, revealing just enough of the white blouse beneath to tease the imagination. The collar was unbuttoned, a hint of the fiery personality that lay beneath the elegant exterior. A white bow-tie was nestled against her throat, a delicate yet defiant statement of her geeky charm. Her legs were sheathed in fishnet tights, black as the night, leading down to the knee-high boots that whispered promises of adventure and danger with every step she took. Standing at 5'6 she had dark hair cascading in straight, wavy locks that frame her heart-shaped face. Her skin is a milk chocolate colour that speaks of her mixed heritage of Columbian from her mom and Mexican from her dad. Her eyes are a vivid shade of amber that seem to pierce through the soul, and her high cheekbones hint at her Colombian lineage. Her nose is straight with a slight curve at the tip, and her full lips often hold a knowing smile

This convention was being held in a hotel so grand, it looked like a fortress of fandom. Its halls, typically adorned with bland, corporate art, were now bedecked with colorful banners and lights, each flickering to the rhythm of the convention's pulse. The once-quiet lobby had transformed into a whirlwind of cosplayers, their costumes a kaleidoscope of creativity that ranged from the iconic to the obscure. The air buzzed with the electric anticipation of geeks from every walk of life, all eager to share their love for the art form that had once been their sanctuary. The scent of freshly inked comics mingled with the sweetness of cotton candy from a nearby vendor, and the distant sound of laughter and excitement echoed through the corridors like a siren's call.

As Dominic approached the booth that had been reserved for her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. There it was, her name in bold letters across a banner, flanked by glossy prints of her best work. Each image captured the essence of the characters she'd brought to life with fabric and paint, from the fiery passion of a dragon-slaying sorceress to the cool detachment of a cybernetic ninja. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight, remembering the long nights spent hunched over a sewing machine, her eyes burning with determination.

But the nostalgia was short-lived. Her eyes caught the three figures looming like storm clouds on the horizon of her happiness: Alice, Alex, and Ashley – the 3 A's. Their eyes narrowed as they spotted her, their lips curling into malicious smiles. They were dressed in cheap knock-offs of popular characters, their attitudes screaming "try-hards." Dominic took a deep breath, reminding herself that she wasn't that scared little girl anymore. She'd faced worse than them in the fantasy worlds she'd conquered.

Ashley sauntered over, her stiletto heels clicking like a gunfight in a Western saloon. "Well, if it isn't the little witch we left behind in high school," she sneered, her voice as sharp as the heels she wore. "I think it's time for an apology, don't you?"

Dominic raised an eyebrow, her eyes as cold as the steel of a Batarang. "For what exactly?" she replied, her voice a calm ocean in a sea of chaos.

Ashley's smile grew colder, more vindictive. "For being such a slut. For ruining my marriage." Her words were spit out with the force of a Quentin Tarantino monologue. "My husband couldn't get enough of your whorish little pictures online. He'd rather jerk off to you than touch me!"

Dominic felt the heat rise to her cheeks, not from embarrassment but from anger. "You're blaming me for your husband's lack of self-control?" she spat back, her voice as sharp."You think because I'm successful and happy, I owe you something?"

Alice and Alex flanked their leader, their expressions a mirror of Ashley's spite. Alice snarled, "You think you're so much better than us just because you play dress-up and get paid for it? You're still the same pathetic little geek we knew back then."

Alex chimed in, her voice a whip-crack of malice. "You think your little costumes give you the right to flaunt yourself like that? You're just asking for it."

Dominic's eyes narrowed, the flames of her anger stoked by their cruelty. "You're the ones who need to leave," she said firmly, gesturing to the line of eager fans snaking away from her booth. "These people came to see me, not a bunch of has-beens who can't handle their own personal issues."

Her words hit like a sonic boom, silencing the 3 A's for a brief moment. But their anger was a hydra, growing new heads with every insult thrown at them. Before they could retaliate, a burly security guard stepped in, a beautiful woman who Dom has known from the local cosplay community . She towered over them, her gaze stern and unyielding.

"Ladies, please take your personal drama elsewhere. This is a convention, not a catfight arena." Her voice was a blend of authority and kindness, a gentle reminder of the rules of engagement in this place of peaceful geekery. "If you'd like to stay, I suggest you either leave Miss Dominic alone or make a purchase from her booth."

The 3 A's looked at the security guard, then back at Dominic, their faces a canvas of shock and indignation. Alice's cheeks reddened as she sputtered, "You can't tell us what to do!"

"I can and I will," the guard replied, her voice as firm as the steel in Wolverine's claws. "This is a place for everyone to enjoy themselves, not to harass others. Now, either buy something or leave."

The 3 A's exchanged a look that was part frustration, part fury. They knew they couldn't take on the security guard, not in the middle of this packed convention. With a huff, they turned on their heels and stomped away, their cheap costumes rustling like a pack of angry cats. The crowd around the booth watched them go, a collective sigh of relief washing over the area.

The rest of the day went on without incident. Dominic signed autographs, posed for photos, and talked shop with her fans. Her laughter filled the air like the sound of a thousand fireworks, a symphony of joy that echoed through the convention halls. Her heart swelled with each kind word and every shared love for the characters she brought to life.

As the convention wound down for the night, Sarah, the burly security guard, approached Dominic. "Hey, I'd like to offer you an escort to your hotel room," she said, her eyes scanning the dwindling crowd. "Those three are still lurking around, and I don't want to take any chances."

Dominic nodded, grateful for the concern. "Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it." She packed up her booth, her mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow's event. She had a surprise planned, a new cosplay that she'd been working on for weeks. It was a favorite cartoon character, one that would surely leave her fans breathless.

As they walked through the hotel, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the marble floors, Sarah glanced at Dominic. "So, what's the big reveal for tomorrow? You've got everyone buzzing."

Dominic couldn't help but giggle, a mischievous spark in her eye. "Can't say it's a secret," she teased, enjoying the anticipation. "But let's just say it'll be something no one's ever seen me do before."

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped in, the scent of industrial cleaner and the faint metallic tang of the elevator's inner workings enveloping them. Sarah punched in the button for the floor where the VIP guests were staying. "I can't wait," she said, her smile genuine. "You're cosplays are always the best."

When they arrived at Dominic's floor, the hallway was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the buzz of the convention downstairs. "I should be fine from here," Dominic assured Sarah, her voice echoing in the empty space. "Thanks for the escort."

Sarah nodded, her eyes still scanning the area. "Call if you need anything. And remember, don't open the door for anyone unless you know them."

With a final nod of thanks, Dominic stepped into her hotel room and shut the door firmly behind her. The silence was a welcome reprieve from the cacophony of the convention. She let out a sigh that felt like it had been trapped in her chest for hours, the tension of the encounter with the 3 A's slowly seeping out of her.

The suite was indeed a thing of beauty, a four-cornered sanctuary of opulence. The walls were a rich, velvety crimson, like the inside of a royal's cloak, and the floor was a gleaming mahogany that reflected the soft glow of the pendant lights. The bed was the centerpiece, a king-sized monolith dressed in luxurious white linens and flanked by four ornate, golden posts that stretched to the ceiling. It looked like something a princess would sleep in, if that princess had a taste for the dramatic and the slightly decadent. Plush pillows were scattered across the bed, each one a different texture of velvet or silk, and the headboard was embroidered with an intricate pattern that looked like it had been drawn by the hand of a master artist.

But the pièce de résistance was the bathroom. It was as if someone had taken a page out of a fantasy novel and turned it into reality. The tub was a vast, sunken cauldron of marble, big enough to hold a whole coven of witches, and the shower was a walk-in affair with enough nozzles to simulate a monsoon. The vanity was a sprawling expanse of gleaming chrome and glass, stocked with every amenity a weary traveler could need.

Dominic felt a sudden, desperate need to wash the grime of the day away, to scrub the memory of the 3 A's from her skin. She called for room service, ordering a steaming cup of chamomile tea and a plate of fruit, before retreating to the shower. She peeled off her Zatanna costume with a sigh, revealing the body she'd worked so hard for – a testament to her dedication to her craft. Her skin, kissed by the sun, was a canvas of curves and angles that could make a sculptor weep. Her breasts were firm and full, the dark areolae like twin suns in a universe of chocolate skin. Her waist was cinched tight, the result of hours spent in the gym, and her hips flared out in a way that could make any woman envious. Her thighs were strong and muscular, a nod to her love of parkour. Lastly her nails, painted black with silver stars, were a final declaration of her allegiance to the world of cosplay.

The hot water hit her like a warm embrace, steam billowing around her like a foggy London alley. She took her time, lathering her body with a sweet-smelling gel that whispered promises of relaxation. The scent of lavender filled the air, a gentle balm to her frazzled nerves. The shower's multiple heads rained down on her, each droplet a tiny pinprick of sensation that seemed to melt away the tension. Her eyes closed, she let the water cascade over her face, feeling the stress of the day sluice away like the makeup that painted her features.

Just as she began to feel the tension in her shoulders loosen, the sound of a knock echoed through the bathroom. She rolled her eyes, the serenity of the moment pierced by the mundane intrusion. "I told them not to come early," she murmured to herself, reaching for the towel. She had specifically requested room service in fifteen minutes, not six. "I guess they forgot to read the note," she sighed, her voice muffled by the thick fabric.

The knock grew louder, more insistent. Dominic wrapped the towel around herself with practiced ease, the fabric clinging to her wet skin. She padded out of the bathroom, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. "Just a minute," she called out, her voice firm despite the annoyance. As she approached the door, she felt the chill of the air conditioning, a stark contrast to the warmth of the shower.

When she opened the door, she didn't find the room service cart she'd expected. Instead, the 3 A's stood in the hallway, their faces twisted with spite. Before she could react, they rushed her, pushing her back into the room. The towel slipped away, leaving her naked and vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful characters she'd been bringing to life all day. Alice, the blonde with the malicious grin, grabbed her arms, her nails digging into Dominic's skin. Alex and Ashley, both brunettes with the same cold, calculating look, moved in to help pin her down.

"You think you're so clever," Ashley sneered as they forced her onto the bed. The crunch of velvet beneath her bare backside made her wince. "But we're not done with you yet."

Dominic's instincts took over, her body moving with the precision of a cat. She bucked and twisted, trying to break free of their grip. But the 3 A's had come prepared. They had practiced this moment in their twisted fantasies, and their movements were coordinated and efficient. Alice grabbed her ankles, her grip surprisingly strong, while Alex pinned her arms above her head, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Dominic's wrists. Ashley hovered over her, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she pulled a set of ropes from her bag.

"You always were a feisty one," she cooed, her voice a mockery of sweetness. "But we've got you now, and there's no escape."

Dominic's heart raced as the ropes bit into her wrists and ankles, pulling taut as they secured her to the four golden posts of the bed. The velvet of the restraints matched the opulent decor, a stark reminder of the luxury that surrounded her prison. Despite her struggles, she couldn't help but notice the comfort of the plush mattress beneath her, the way it cushioned her body and made every sensation more intense. The ropes were tight but not painfully so, a testament to their practiced cruelty. The 3 A's had done their homework, ensuring their captive would be secure yet comfortable, like a piece of living art to be admired and tormented.

Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this humiliating situation. The door was closed, the hallway empty. No one would hear her screams, not with the thick walls of the VIP suite muffling every sound. Panic began to set in, a cold, creeping fog that threatened to smother her spirit. But as the fog grew, so did a spark of defiance. These girls hadn't broken her in high school, and she be damned if they were going to break her now.

"Let me go," Dominic ground out, her voice a mix of anger and fear. But her fear was the weaker emotion, quickly giving way to a white-hot rage. She tested the bonds, her muscles flexing and straining against the velvety embrace of the ropes. They didn't budge. The 3 A's chuckled, their laughter as cold and brittle as shards of ice.

Ashley leaned in close, her breath hot against Dominic's cheek. "Not until you apologize," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You need to understand your place, little witch. You're nothing but a glorified stripper playing dress-up."

Dominic's amber eyes blazed with fury, the heat of her anger burning away the fog of fear. "I will never apologize," she snarled, her voice a thunderclap in the quiet room. "For being better than you? For not letting your petty bullying define me?" She spat the words out like venom, each syllable a declaration of war.

Alice leaned down, her teeth bared in a feral smile. "You always were too proud for your own good," she hissed. "We'll see how proud you are once we're done with you."

Dominic's mind raced as she struggled against the velvety bonds. She knew that if she screamed, they'd only take it as a sign of weakness, and the 3 A's would revel in their power over her. Instead, she focused on her breathing, channeling the calmness of the Zen masters she'd read about in her favorite manga. Her eyes searched the room, looking for anything that could help her escape this humiliating situation.

As if sensing her thoughts, Alice leaned down and grabbed one of Dominic's breasts, giving it a cruel squeeze. "Look at you, same girl we bullied in high school," she sneered. "Just with boobs now." The malicious glee in her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to Dominic's ears. Alex followed suit, her own hand snaking up to claim the other breast. The sensation of their cold, unyielding grips on her sensitive flesh was a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had ruled their lives once.

But Dominic was not that same girl. She stared back at them, her eyes like twin flames of defiance. "Don't touch me," she snarled, her voice low and deadly. "And don't you dare talk about my body like it's some kind of prize you can claim. My success isn't because of my breasts, it's because of my talent."

Alice's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white as she glared down at Dominic. "Your talent?" she spat. "You're nothing but a glorified slut."

Dominic's eyes narrowed, and she felt a fiery retort forming on her tongue. But she bit it back, knowing that the more she engaged them, the more power she gave them. Instead, she took a deep breath and spoke with a calmness that belied the rage boiling within her. "My body is my art, and I'm proud of it," she said, her voice steady as a rock. "My father didn't have to pay for my boobs like yours. I earned every inch of who I am."

The 3 A's exchanged a look of fury, their cheeks reddening like a teenager's when they've been bested by their elders. They hadn't expected this level of fight from her. Then there was a knock on the door. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck, interrupting their dark ritual. Alex's eyes widened, and she slapped a hand over Dominic's mouth before she could scream for help. The smell of her perfume filled Dominic's nostrils, making her stomach turn.

Ashley, ever the cool head in their trio of torment, straightened her posture and glided over to the door. She checked the peephole, and her expression changed from one of anger to one of calculated calm. Whoever was on the other side of that door had unwittingly walked into their twisted game. She took a deep breath and opened it with a smile that could cut glass.

"Yes?" she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with honeyed malice.

On the other side of the door, a young man with a tray of food and tea looked at her quizzically. "Room service," he said, Ashley stepped out into the hallway, her tight short dress riding up to reveal her sculpted thighs, and her heels clicking against the carpet floor. The dress was a vibrant shade of crimson, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. It was a deliberate choice, designed to draw the eye and command attention, the kind of dress that whispered 'power' and 'dominance' with every step she took. Her hair was a cascade of golden waves that fell over her shoulders like a waterfall of liquid sunshine, framing her sharp features and piercing blue eyes. Despite the innocent smile plastered on her face, there was a coldness in her gaze that could freeze the blood of anyone who knew the truth of what lay beyond the threshold.

"Oh, thank you," she purred, taking the tray from his hands with a grace that seemed almost predatory. She leaned in closer, her breasts threatening to spill out of the dress's low-cut neckline. "Could you just set the tea on the floor and I'll grab it later?"

Inside Dom, the rage that had been smoldering in her chest exploded. She clamped her teeth down on Alex's hand, the sharp pain breaking the brunette's hold on her mouth. Alex yelped and jerked her hand away, her eyes wide with shock. For a brief second, Dominic was free, her teeth marks a stark white on Alex's crimson-painted fingers.
"Hel..pphhhmmm" Dom manages to squeak out, the sound muffled by the Alex shoves her fishnet tights from earlier into her mouth.

"What was that sound? The guy at the door asked, his eyes widening slightly as he heard the muffled protest. Ashley's smile never wavered as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Oh, just my friend playing a little game," she assured him, her eyes flicking briefly to the room where Dominic's muffled grunts grew louder. "We're all just having a bit of fun. You know, cosplayers."

Alex emerged from the room, a smug grin playing on her lips as she stepped into the hallway, the door to the suite closing softly behind her. She had always been the most deceptively athletic of the 3 A's, and it showed in the way she moved. Her tight yoga pants hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and muscle, The black fabric was almost sinister, highlighting the taut lines of her abs and the swell of her hips. Above, her tiny crop top barely contained her ample breasts, the fabric straining with the effort of keeping them in check. It was a look that screamed 'I could kick your ass and look good doing it,' and she knew it.

"Everything okay in there?" the room service attendant asked, his voice crackling with tension. He'd heard the muffled sounds of struggle, but the sight of Alex's smiling face and Ashley's reassurance had thrown him off.

Behind the closed door Dom was inside now cleave gagged, her eyes watering as she desperately struggled against her binds. Her chest heaved with each panicked breath, her body writhing on the bed like a mermaid caught in a net. She watched as Alice quickly handcuffed herself and put a strip of tape over her own mouth, then dashed out to join Ashley and Alex in the hallway.

Alice's outfit was a deliberate choice, a visual lie that painted her as the victim. She had on a pair of skin-tight black jeans that highlighted her toned legs and a silk gray top that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her heels clicked against the floor with a confidence that screamed 'innocence'. She had her hands cuffed in front of her, a mockery of the bondage that was keeping Dominic immobilized in the suite. The gag in her mouth was a quick but effective prop, muffling any real words that might slip out. Her red hair was styled in loose waves that fell over her shoulders, framing a face that was currently contorted in a look of feigned distress.

When Alice stepped into the hallway, the room service attendant's eyes widened. "Ma'am, what's going on?" he asked, setting the tray down with a clatter. His voice was tight, his eyes flickering from one of the women to the other.

Alice took a deep breath, feigning relief as she pulled the gag from her mouth. "Oh, thank god you're here," she gasped, her eyes wide with fake terror. "It's all just a game, a prank gone wrong. We were seeing who could escape the fastest," she lied with a shaky laugh. The room service attendant's expression shifted from confusion to amusement. She then leans in nice and close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know how cosplayers are," she giggled, playing the damsel in distress to perfection.

She then takes her hands and places them near his crotch, her voice a siren's call. "But now that you're here, maybe you'd like to join the fun?" she suggests, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The young man's gaze drops to where her hands rest, and he swallows hard, his eyes glazed with a mix of confusion and arousal.

Dominic, watching through the crack in the door, feels a surge of horror and anger. Her teeth grind against the fabric of her gag, her eyes burning with the need to scream. But she knows that if she does, the game is up, and she's not sure she can take the punishment that will follow.

The young man's gaze lingers on Alice's cuffs, his eyes flickering with curiosity. "Well," he says, his voices clearly nervous."I'm sorry, but I really must be going." He tries to step away, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches for his cart. But Alice's grip on his wrist is surprisingly strong.

"Come now," she whispers, her voice a silky caress against his ear. "It's just a bit of harmless fun." And with that, she leans in and presses her lips to his. It's a kiss filled with a strange mix of desperation and power, a promise of secrets shared and boundaries crossed. The room service attendant freezes, his body responding despite his better judgment. It's clear that the 3 A's have done this before, using their beauty and wiles to get what they want. Consider that a tip for keeping everything a secret, a silent agreement sealed with a kiss.

Stumbling he walks back to the elevator, his mind racing with confusion and arousal. The kiss from Alice had been unexpected, but it had left a taste of something dark and thrilling on his lips. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of games were happening in that suite. The doors to the elevator slide closed, and the descent feels like a plummet into the abyss, his thoughts swirling like the numbers counting down to the lobby. The doors open with a ding, and the bright lights of the hotel's lobby wash over him like a cold shower, jolting him out of his daze.

The girls, their expressions a chilling blend of triumph and malice, sailed back into the suite, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed through the room like the seal of a tomb. The room service attendant, his face a mask of bewilderment and arousal, retreated down the hallway, the clack of his shoes fading into the distance. Dominic's eyes narrowed with a fury that could melt steel, her body thrashing against the velvet bonds. The 3 A's had always been masters of manipulation, and it seemed they hadn't lost their touch.

Alex and Alice joined Ashley by the bed, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they surveyed their captive. The power dynamics of their high school days had shifted, and now they had the upper hand. They circled her like vultures around a fresh kill, each one eager to claim their pound of flesh.

" You're going pay for bitting me," Alex growled, her hand still stinging from the encounter. She ripped the tights from Dom's mouth, the fabric coming away wet with saliva.

Dominic coughed, her eyes watering as she sucked in a deep breath of sweet, sweet air. "I'll never apologize," she spat out, her voice firm despite her vulnerable state. "You three are pathetic. You think you can break me? Well bring it as soon as I'm free, I'll show you who's boss," she challenged them, her words echoing through the suite.

The 3 A's shared a knowing look, their smiles growing wider as they took in her fiery spirit. They had anticipated this reaction, had craved it even. It was the same spirit that had made her such an easy target in high school, but now it was a beacon of challenge they couldn't resist. They had come for an apology, but it seemed they'd get so much more.

Alex was the first to move, her hand trailing along the velvet ropes that held Dominic in place, her eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated in years. "You think you're so clever," she sneered. "But you're just a toy to us. A toy we can play with and break whenever we want."

Alice stepped closer, her eyes roving over Dominic's bound form with a greed that would make even the most stoic of men squirm. "Look at you," she said, her voice a purr. "Spread out like a feast for our eyes. I can't wait to see you beg."

Alex laughed, a cold, brittle sound that sent shivers down Dominic's spine. "Oh, she'll beg," she said, her voice a promise. "But first, let's see if she can still play the part of the helpless victim." She reached down and traced a line from Dominic's collarbone to her navel, her fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Blindfold her and lets begin, Alice suggested with a twisted smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. They had her right where they wanted her, naked and bound to the bed, the very symbol of their dominance.

Great story with lots of details. Thanks for posting.

Terry45 wrote: 3 months ago Great story with lots of details. Thanks for posting.

Couldn't agree more! Although, nit-picking i know, shouldn't that be FFF/F?

Can’t wait to see the continuation of the three a’s dominance over their new (currently struggling ) submissive

Alex was the first to move, her hand trailing along the velvet ropes that held Dominic in place, her eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated in years. "You think you're so clever," she sneered. "But you're just a toy to us. A toy we can play with and break whenever we want."

Ashley nodded, her own smile equally sinister as she reached into her bag and pulled out a silk scarf, the kind that could be tied around a neck to add a touch of elegance to an outfit, or used to blindfold someone and rob them of their sight. They had come prepared, having learned from their earlier encounter with Dominic that she was not a woman to be underestimated.

With a swift move, she tied the scarf around Dominic's eyes, plunging her into darkness. Panic set in again, but Dominic took a deep breath, focusing on the sounds of the room. She could hear the rustle of fabric as the three women moved closer, their breaths quickening with excitement. The smell of their perfumes, a cacophony of sickly sweet scents that clashed with the lavender from her shower, filled her nose.

Her heart raced as she felt the first touch of something cold and metallic against her skin. It slithered along her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain calm.

Ashley's voice was cold as ice. "Just a little accessory to make sure you don't get any ideas," she replied, fastening a choker around Dominic's neck. It wasn't tight enough to choke, but the coldness of it was a constant reminder of their control. "Now, let's see how much of a 'superhero' you really are without your sight."

Dominic felt a surge of anger at their taunts, but she knew better than to show fear. Her mind raced, searching for a way out of this situation. The choker was uncomfortable, but not painful, yet. The velvet ropes that bound her were surprisingly sturdy, and she knew she couldn't break them with brute force alone.

The sounds of their heels clacking against the floor grew closer, each step a reminder of their power over her. "You think you're so strong now, don't you?" Alice's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, her malicious glee palpable even through the thick fabric of the blindfold. "Let's see if you can still play the hero when you're just a damsel in distress."

The bed dipped as Alice straddled her, the weight of her thighs pressing down on Dom's hips. She could feel the heat of her crotch, the fabric of Alice's yoga pants scraping against her bare skin. The blonde leaned down, her breath hot and sour against Dominic's ear. "I bet you thought you were so clever, didn't you?" she whispered. "But you're just a slut in a costume. A whore who thinks she's above us."

The words cut deeper than any knife could, but Dominic refused to let it show. She remained silent, her body taut with tension as she waited for the next move. She knew that if she could just keep her cool, keep her wits about her, she might find a way to turn this situation around.

Alex leaned over her, the coolness of the ice cube in her hand sending shivers down Dominic's spine as she traced it along her jawline, the frozen water droplets tickling her skin as they melted away. "Let's see if you can keep that mouth shut when it's full of something else," she said, her voice thick withe excitement.

Before Dominic could react, Alice shoved a wad of cloth into her mouth, securing it with a tight knot that forced her to keep her mouth open. The gag was unlike any she'd ever used in her cosplay, rough and unyielding. It tasted faintly of mint, and she knew that it was designed to make her drool, to make her look even more vulnerable and helpless.

Then the cold began. A sharp, stinging sensation on her breasts as Alice took the ice cube from Alex and began to trace it around her nipples. Dominic's body responded despite her anger, her nipples hardening into tight peaks as the chill spread. They giggled like schoolgirls as she squirmed beneath them, her teeth sinking into the fabric of the gag as she bit back the urge to scream.

The ice cube was passed from hand to hand, each of them taking turns to press it against her skin, the cold a stark contrast to the heat of their touch. They watched with sadistic glee as goose bumps rose in its wake, her skin puckering and reddening from the cold. The sensation was unbearable, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

Alex took the ice cube and moved it down to the sensitive flesh of her armpits, her laughter echoing around the room as she watched Dominic's body twitch and spasm. "Remember when we used to tickle you in the locker room?" she taunted. "You were so helpless, squirming and squealing like a little piggy. Nothing's changed, has it?"

Their laughter grew louder as they took turns, their hands darting over her body like ravens pecking at a carcass. They knew every spot that would make her squirm, every nerve ending that would elicit a gasp or a muffled shriek. The blindfold only heightened her vulnerability, making her flinch at every unseen touch.

Ashley took a step back, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the scene. "You two are too kind," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's see if she can handle a little more pressure." With that, she grabbed the ice cube from Alex and began to run it along the length of Dominic's body, starting at her neck and moving down to her toes. The cold was unbearable, but she bit down on the gag, refusing to give them the reaction they so desperately sought.

The giggles from the 3 A's grew louder as they watched her fight the urge to squirm away from the torture. Alice leaned in, her breath hot on Dominic's ear as she whispered, "You always were so sensitive. It's no wonder you became a cosplayer, craving the attention of everyone around you."

And then they did something she didn't expect. They took the ice cube and slid it down, down, until it reached the apex of her thighs. The shock of the cold against her sex was like an electric shock, stealing her breath and making her body jerk involuntarily. They had crossed a line, a line that even in their twisted minds, she hadn't thought they'd dare to cross.

Alice leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "Oh, look at that, she likes it," she said, her eyes gleaming with victory. But Dominic knew better. This was not pleasure, this was a violation of the worst kind. She felt a mix of rage and disgust, but she couldn't let them see it. Instead, she focused on her breathing, trying to calm her racing heart.

"I don't know Alice. I think she's just wet from the ice, but I think I know how to actually make her squirm," Alex said with a smug smile, her eyes glinting with a sadistic glint.

Her hand slithered down to Dominic's inner thighs, her nails scraping lightly along the sensitive skin. The coolness of her touch made Dom flinch, her teeth biting down harder on the gag. The anticipation of what was to come was almost as painful as the cold had been.

"You think you're so above us," Alice breathed into her ear, her voice dripping with malice. "But you're just a slut who got lucky. We're going to show everyone who you really are."

"Slap!" The sound echoed through the suite as Alex's hand connected with the sensitive flesh of Dominic's pussy, the ice cube long forgotten as it melted away. The shock of the impact sent a bolt of pain shooting through her, but she remained silent, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

Ashley and Alice watched with a mix of glee and surprise as Dominic's body began to respond, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that was undeniably sexual. Alex's hand hovered above her, the threat of another slap hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. "Looks like our little slut is enjoying herself," she sneered, her eyes alight with a triumph that Dominic could feel even through the blindfold.

They took turns, their slaps alternating with pinches, their fingers digging into her flesh with a ferocity that was as shocking as it was painful. Each smack of their palms against her sex sent waves of conflicting sensation through her, a strange mix of agony and arousal. She could feel her body betraying her, her pussy growing wetter with each assault, and she hated them for it.

Alice leaned in, her breath hot against Dominic's neck. "Look at her, she's getting off on it," she murmured, her voice thick with excitement. "I knew she was just a slut at heart."

The slaps grew harder, more frequent, each one making Dominic's body jerk and her back arch off the bed. She could feel her cheeks burning, not just from the pain, but from the humiliation. Yet, her body seemed to be responding in a way that was completely foreign to her. A warmth was spreading through her, a wetness that she knew they could feel, even through the layers of the blindfold and the fabric of the gag. It was as if her body was rebelling against her, enjoying the very thing she despised.

It was that moment, as the rage and embarrassment boiled over inside her, that she felt the gag being yanked from her mouth. The sudden release of pressure was a relief, allowing her to suck in a deep, gasping breath. But before she could even think of speaking, Ashley's hand was there, slapping her across the face " don't speak yet, slut," she said, her voice a vicious whisper.

The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the tension thick as fog. Dominic could feel the wetness between her legs, and she hated herself for it. But she had to find a way out. "You're all just jealous," she spat, her voice hoarse but defiant. " Have you thought about what I'll do to you when I get free?"

Alex sneered, her hand poised above Dominic's pussy, ready to deliver another punishing slap. "What are you going to do, slut?" she taunted. "Go to the cops?"

"Of course I'll be going to the cops," Dominic said, her voice steady despite the fear that clawed at her insides. "What's stopping me?"

Ashley's smile was cold and calculating. "Oh, you sweet, naive little thing" do you think we wouldn't have covered our tracks? We've done this before. Do you forget we come from wealthy families? The kind that can make problems like you disappear with a simple phone call?"

Their laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating against Dominic's nerves as she struggled against her bonds. But she knew they were right. The fear of retribution from their powerful families was all too real. "What do you want from me?" she finally asked, her voice tight with anger and despair.

They all laugh! " I told you already," Ashley says, "she's too proud for her own good." The room fills with the cackling of the three women, their laughter echoing off the walls like a cacophony of banshees. Dominic's jaw tightens, and she feels a newfound resolve surging through her. She will not give them what they want, not now, not ever.

"I swear when I break free from these bonds," Dominic's voice was a low, venomous growl, "I will make each of you regret ever laying a hand on me." Despite her predicament, she found strength in her anger, her eyes blazing with a determination that hadn't been there moments before.

Ashley's smile only grew wider. "Oh, I'm sure you will," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "But until then, let's have a little more fun, shall we?"

Alex looked around the room, her eyes lighting up when she spotted the fruit bowl on the nightstand. "Look what room service left us," she said, plucking a ripe strawberry from the pile and bringing it to her mouth. She took a bite, the red juice staining her teeth and lips. "It's the perfect snack," she said, her eyes gleaming as she chewed slowly.

Ashley followed her gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of the bowl. "And look what else they brought," she said, holding up the bottle of whipped cream with a wicked smile. "It seems like fate is smiling down on us today."

"Hey that's mine," Dominic yelled. She was still hungry despite the adrenaline coursing through her body. Alice looked at her with a smug smile and took a step forward with the bowl of fruit.

"Why don't you have a little snack?" Alice offered, her tone taunting. She grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and held it just out of Dominic's reach. "But it's not going to be that easy. You have to earn it."

With a flick of her wrist, she sprayed a dollop of whipped cream onto the strawberry, the soft, white mound of sweetness sitting atop the crimson fruit like a sinister crown. The smell of sugar and cream filled the room, an odd juxtaposition to the tension that hung in the air. She then brought the strawberry down to Dominic's open, desperate mouth. The coolness of the whipped cream made Dominic's skin pebble, and she could feel the fruit's firmness against her teeth. Despite her situation, her taste buds sang at the sweetness that coated her tongue, the tartness of the berry a shocking contrast to the cream's sugary embrace.

They gave her another strawberry with cream, and this time, they didn't bother to ask. The fruit hovered above her, the cream threatening to drip onto her. "Lick it clean," Alice whispered, her eyes sparkling with a sadistic thrill. Dominic's eyes narrowed under the blindfold, but she knew she had no choice. With a flick of her tongue, she licked the cream from the strawberry, her taste buds protesting the forced sweetness.

Dom heard the cream being sprayed again, and her mouth watered despite the horror of what was to come. She knew they were marking their territory, degrading her in every way they could think of. But she also knew that she needed to keep her strength up if she was to escape. So she waited, her tongue poised and ready.

Alex leaned in, her breath hot against Dominic's cheek as she presented the next 'treat'. A ripe strawberry with a generous dollop of whipped cream balanced precariously on the tip of her nipple. "You want this?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "You'll have to work for it."

Dominic's jaw clenched, but she knew she needed to play along if she had any hope of turning the tables. With a resigned sigh, she leaned forward and took the berry into her mouth, the cream smearing onto her face as she did so. The taste was sweet and tart, the fruitiness of the strawberry mingling with the bitter taste of her own fear and anger.

Alex watched with a twisted smile as Dominic licked the last of the cream from the fruit. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with condescension. "Now for the next round."

Dom heard the canister spray and she opened her mouth to once again accept the fruit but what hit her tongue surprised her. "Mmmmm" Ashley moaned if you want more you must lick it off my tits" she giggled. Dominic's stomach churned with disgust but she was hungry and desperate to play along. She leaned forward and tentatively licked the whipped cream from Ashley's breasts, her tongue tracing the curves of the woman's body. The 3 A's watched in amusement as she cleaned the cream off, the fruit forgotten in her desperation to play their twisted game.

Ashley sprayed her breasts again, the whipped cream coating her nipples and the crevice between them. "If you want the next one," she said, her voice low and taunting, "you'll have to be a good little pet and clean me up." Dominic's stomach twisted, but the promise of the strawberry was too tempting. She leaned in, her tongue tentative at first, and then more aggressive as she felt the coolness of the cream mingling with the warmth of Ashley's skin. Ashley took her blindfold off so she could see what was coming next.

Alice took the cue and sprayed a line of whipped cream along her own toned stomach, leading down to the waistband of her yoga pants. "Now, now," she chided, "don't leave any for later." With a grimace, Dominic followed the trail, her tongue sliding along the curve of Alice's belly button and then lower. The taste was sickly sweet, and she could feel their eyes on her, watching her every move.

Next was Alex, who had removed her top, her own breasts now adorned with creamy peaks. The sight of them made Dominic's stomach churn, but the promise of the next strawberry kept her going. She leaned in and licked the cream from Alex's skin, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that were anything but sensual. The sadistic glint in Alex's eyes told her she was enjoying every second of it.

The game continued, each round more degrading than the last. The strawberries were a distant memory as she found herself licking whipped cream from the most intimate parts of their bodies, their laughter and taunts a symphony of humiliation. But with each swipe of her tongue, she felt a strange sense of power growing within her. They thought they could break her, but instead, they were feeding her anger, fueling her resolve to escape and expose them for what they truly were.

Alice picked up a strawberry using only her toes, the whipped cream glistening on her arch as she presented it to Dominic. "Would you like some more?" she asked sweetly, her tone dripping with mockery. The rage in Dominic's chest grew hotter, but she knew she had to keep playing along. She leaned in and took the fruit, the taste of their cruel game mixing with the berry's tartness.

As she did that Alex took the we whipped cream and sprayed Dom pussy with it and the coldness was a stark reminder of their cruel intentions. "Now, slut," Alex sneered, "it's your turn to be the canvas."

As Dom continued sucking Alice toes, she felt the cold whipped cream hit her sex, and the sensation was a mix of agony and arousal. Her body betrayed her once more, reacting to the humiliation in a way she never expected. Alice giggled, watching her struggle with the fruit, the cream smearing sensitive area.

Ashley, not to be outdone, took her turn. She took her foot and rubbed the cream into Dominic's pussy, the sound of her skin sticking to the bed as she did so was like nails on a chalkboard. "Lick it clean," she demanded, her voice a mix of amusement and disdain. Dominic's jaw tightened, but she knew she had to play along. With a growl of frustration, she leaned in and licked the whipped cream from Ashley's foot, the tang of her own arousal mixing with the sweetness.

The 3 A's laughed, their eyes alight with the power they had over her. "Look at her," Alice said, her voice a sneer, "she's practically begging for it." But Dominic's mind was racing. Each of their actions was calculated, each humiliation a step in their twisted game. She knew that if she could just keep her wits about her, she could find a way out of this.

Dominic felt the bed dip as Ashley of climbed onto it, straddling her face. She could feel the warmth of their crotch against her cheek and knew what they wanted. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next round of their degradation. But as the fabric of their underwear was peeled back, she felt a strange sensation. The smell of their arousal filled the room, and she realized that the game was no longer just about power. They were getting off on this.

The woman's pussy was smeared with whipped cream, a sadistic dessert laid out for her to devour. The taste of their desire was bitter, but it was also intoxicating. As she licked, she could feel the muscles of their thighs tense and release, and she knew that she had some semblance of control. If she could make them climax, perhaps she could distract them enough to find a way to escape.

Her tongue moved with purpose, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin, feeling the warmth of their arousal building. The woman's hips began to rock slightly, grinding against her face. The salty sweetness of her pussy juices mixed with the cream, creating a heady concoction that Dominic found herself reluctantly enjoying. It was a strange dance of power and submission, one she never thought she'd find herself in.

But just as she felt Ashley's body begin to quiver with the beginnings of an orgasm, the woman abruptly stood, pulling away with a gasp. "Not yet," she panted, her eyes wild with desire. "We're not done playing."

The room was a mess, the bed a battlefield of discarded clothing and the detritus of their twisted game. Dominic heard the sound of drawers being yanked open, the rustle of fabric, and the clink of cosmetics. The 3 A's were rummaging through her suitcase, their voices low as they whispered to each other. The sound of their laughter made her skin crawl.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice thick with anger and fear.

"Oh, we're just getting more... inspiration," Alice replied with a smug grin, holding up a bottle of glitter. "You see, we've decided that no matter what we do too you, you won't apologize tonight. So we're going to have to make sure you remember this little reunion for a very long time."

Dominic felt a cold dread wash over her. "What are you planning?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain strong.

Alice held up the Daphne cosplay with a malicious smirk. "Look what we found, slut," she said, the fabric glinting under the harsh hotel light. "It's like you've been waiting for this moment all along."

Love this story!!!!!

You're far from alone there. This is utterly magnificent!

Great story! Which convention was that? I really need to attend.