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Tory had never been a planner. After the haze of pleasure and the pleasure of submission had faded, she knew she had to get back at Sam. She couldn’t let that bitch get away with having had her cock up Tory’s butt and a video of the entire thing.

So she tried to burn down Sam’s house.

She got as far as sloshing gasoline over the rosebushes before Sam’s mom, Amanda, came out with a Glock 17 in her hand. Just the sight of the brutally ugly gun clutched in her slender, manicured fingers brought Tory up short. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh shit.” Tory dropped the jerry-can. Gasoline splashed onto her shoes. “Fuck!”

Amanda saw what she was doing. To her credit, she didn’t raise the gun to Tory, she just gestured with it back through the front door. “Get inside. Now!”

Tory obeyed. The moment she passed through the door, things got worse. Sam was there, in pajamas with a dolphin print pattern. “Mom, what is it? Tory?”

“You tell me, Sam. Friend of yours?”

Sam gulped with the same nervousness Tory felt.

Amanda sighed. “I swear, I am so sick of you karate kids and your bullshit. Sam, you are lucky your father isn’t here. He’d just call the police.”

“No!” Tory protested. “You can’t call the cops!”

Amanda whirled on her. “You keep your mouth shut, little lady! I can see discipline hasn’t been a very high priority over at your household.”

She set the gun down. Tory let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“But I can also see you haven’t had many choices in life either. So I’m going to give you one now. We can either call the police—“

“You can’t do that to me!” Tory blurted out; too much vehemence to hold in.

“Watch the tone, young lady, you’re not in any position to be making that call. From what Sam’s told me, a stunt like this could derail your whole future. Something you should’ve thought about when you were filling up that jerry-can.”

Amanda walked around Tory, examining her from new angles.

“I recognize you now. You’re from that little movie my daughter made. I saw it. Clearly, Sam didn’t do a proper job of making you her bitch.” Amanda fixed eyes with Sam. “Good bitches don’t try to burn down anyone’s house, especially when they haven’t been told to.” Amanda eyefucked Tory, actually sending threatening vibes down to the pit of her soul. She was used to getting that reaction from others… “So it looks like I’ll have to show her how to really break you in.”

Tory’s jaw dropped in an almost picture-perfect gasp, except she didn’t let out a sound.

“Or we phone the cops,” Amanda concluded. “What’s the call, Tory? Stay here and wait for the police or get your fat ass upstairs and make a sequel?”

Tory hesitated briefly, then turned and headed up the curving staircase. There was a spring in her step which she wasn’t conscious of.

She stopped at the landing, turning to see Amanda and Sam behind her. “The bedroom’s in there,” Amanda said, pointing to a door.

Tory gasped. “Bedroom?”

“Would you rather do it on the floor?”

“I…” Tory started, her throat dry. “Why don’t you want to call the cops?”

“Because I saw some raw potential in your first performance,” Amanda answered sadistically. “Baby, you’re destined to be a star.”

She looked at Sam, who wore an uncertain expression. The girl hesitated as Tory walked slowly through the bedroom door, shoulders slumped. Amanda followed her in; Sam went last.

She was embarrassed to have her mother meddling in her life, but she had to admit, she’d be more embarrassed if her fling resulted in the house being burnt down. And she wanted Tory. She wanted Tory passionately. If Amanda made her hers, Sam would go along with anything her mother wanted.

Amanda watched with a calculated eye as Tory paused inside, taking in the sight of the luxurious guest bedroom. There was a fireplace in the corner and an Indian rug covering most of the floor.

“Sam, set up the cameras,” she told her daughter, pointing. “There, there, and there.”

Tory felt like throwing up. Once again, she was in for being degraded, with living proof once more being collected by the LaRusso clan. Her lips quivered with frustration. All of this had started with the fight that’d been meant to settle things with Sam, and now she was deeper into it than ever. And Sam was so far ahead that if they were racing, Tory wouldn’t even see her. The only offense Tory had managed to get in was the orgasms she’d had. She must’ve enjoyed being sodomized more than Sam had liked ass-fucking her…

Amanda shoved her and she stumbled into the room. It looked fit for royalty, but Tory knew she wasn’t here as a valued guest. She was here as a toy and it was her own damn fault. Again, again, again she had to give in to keep from being run over.

Sam set up and started three tripod-mounted video cameras one by one. They centered on the bed, right where Moon had gone, although those had been under far different circumstances.

A few too many mixed drinks, a little too much girl-girl kissing, and Sam had racked up her first experience in anal sex. Amanda had thoroughly praised Sam’s inborn skills as a dominatrix; she was cool with her daughter being sexually active, so long as she had the video to know that everyone was happy and healthy. Tory was the first time Amanda had felt the need to step in; even Yasmine had ended up loving being Sam’s anal bitch.

Amanda turned on a speaker system, the control unit on the mantelpiece. Rhythmic music flowed from the small satellite speakers strategically positioned through the room. The tune careened off the walls and pounded its bass into the rest of the house. They were all plenty lucky that Daniel had flown to Japan—except maybe Tory.

Now Amanda turned to Tory, the girl’s magnificent breasts heaving with her hurried, panicked breathing. “Now Tory, I don’t know if you’ve done this before or not, but I want you to do it real good, and real fast. You hear this music? Sam and I are going to sit down. You’re going to dance to it. Just pretend it’s a week or so after graduation and you’re a stripper. Got it?”

Tory shook her head in disbelief. How could they ask her to do this? Weren’t they normal? But Amanda wasn’t asking, she was telling. Tory had to do it. She couldn’t have come this far just to end up in juvie, not if a little striptease could keep her out.

Amanda could see her uncertainty. “You know how to strip, don’t you?”

“Of course I don’t know how to fucking strip!” Tory snapped at her.

Sam snorted. “No wonder you can’t keep a boyfriend.”

Amanda clicked fingernails at her. “Hey, don’t make this any harder on her than it has to be. This isn’t punishment, this is—“

“The consequences of her actions,” Sam finished with her. “I know, Mom.”

Amanda leaned forward, staring into Tory. “You know how to dance, don’t you?”

Tory made an effort to swallow down the kneejerk defiance she felt. She probably wouldn’t be lucky enough to have Sam distract from her misbehavior again. “Yeah.”

“I thought you might. I want a big smile on that face and I want you to move like a belly dancer. Show off your tits, your ass, your pussy. And take your clothes off, but slowly—not too slowly. And if we tell you to do something, don’t say no. Remember, you’re here to turn us on.”

Tory’s chin dropped with alarm. “Turn you on? What are you going to do to me?”

Amanda gestured to the cameras. “We’re going to make you a star. Just like I’ve done with half the bored housewives in the Valley and just like Sam’s done with more than a few of her classmates. If we’d all met under better circumstances, this would be more of a seduction, but you chose to bully my daughter. Now you’ll see what the LaRusso women do to bullies. And trust me, you’re lucky Sam already took your virginity. I would’ve… well, let’s see how the evening goes.”

She turned up the sound system, now tapping her foot to the beat. “Okay, we’ve wasted enough film on you pretending to be reluctant. Get going, bitch. Move that hot ass.”

By now Tory’s knees were so weak that she fought to stay upright. She opened her eyes wide in exasperation, then put on a grin, feigning enjoyment.

With both Sam and Amanda seated, watching just like the cameras, Tory closed her eyes and tried to get into the rhythm. She started with her head, then moved her shoulders, and finally her hips began to sway. She was vaguely familiar with the beat. It was old people music, from the 90s or something, but Tory thought she’d heard it sampled in a couple parties she’d been to. She’d also studied ballet in middle school, before she’d developed the spectacular breasts that had hampered her more graceful movements.

She still had much of the grace, with her womanly figure adding to the allure of the body performing the moves. At the music’s urging, she thrust and circled her luscious hips. Tory blushed in embarrassment at what she was doing, but that only added a note of frenzy to her performance, made the exertion she was feeling burn hotter and penetrate deeper into her body.

Amanda’s eyes were glassy—Tory could tell she was drinking in not only the movement of Tory’s voluptuous little body, but her power over Tory, the power that had forced Tory to obey and even enjoy it on some level.

It made Tory almost growl to think that she was doing this to please not just one, but two LaRussos. Still, she forced herself to do the lewd display, watching Sam and Amanda for clues that she was satisfying them. With their approval, she taught herself how to move, when to shake her hips or jiggle her breasts, when to turn and push her shapely ass out at Amanda.

“I’ll say one thing for Cobra Kai: whatever exercises they have you doing, it’s given you one hot little body.” Amanda reached over and squeezed Sam’s knee. “Tory, why don’t you show us a little more?”

Sam nodded in agreement: “And a little more, and a little more…”

Tory burned with the old familiar degradation, but she dutifully lifted the front of her skirt and showed off the svelte little panties hiding her plump mound. She let the skirt drop again, though it didn’t fall straight, and she pumped her hips into the tangle that showed off an expanse of thigh.

Tory was gratified that Sam and Amanda didn’t know where to look, at her long and almost bare legs, or at her chest as she unbuttoned her blouse. Even with her cheeks and ears burning with shame, she felt a smile tugging at her lips. They wanted her… all of this because they wanted her… she could’ve burned down their house and they still wanted to fuck her, not just one of them, but both…

No, this can’t be happening, I can’t be doing this!

But she was. And from the look on Amanda’s face, she was doing it well. Her blouse yawned open. She hesitated then, stubbornly arguing with herself, her pride refusing to let her go a step further. Her hips slowed, no longer keeping the beat of the driving music, and she fell still.

“Tory,” Amanda chided, not sounding angry, but maternally disappointed. She patted Sam’s thigh as if commiserating with her over how difficult Tory was. “You may not have taken off much, but you don’t have to. We can still tell how hard your nipples are. Now, we don’t mind if you enjoy yourself. In fact, it tells me that I was right to offer you this opportunity. But, like it or not, you are going to have to submit. And trust me, the more you submit, the more you will like it. Take off your bra. I promise you, it will only end with us pleasing you. I know my daughter wasn’t the best dom, but admit it—you liked being her anal bitch. In fact, I think you’re more than a little upset that she ‘ghosted’ you… did I use that right?”

“No, no, that’s not true!” Tory shrieked, suddenly flush with anger. Who did this cunt think she was, talking down to Tory like she knew her?

“I know, dear, I know,” Amanda sympathized. “My Samantha should’ve been able to tell that you were such an ass slut. It had to break your heart when day after day went by and she didn’t come to you for more. No wonder you lashed out. But sweetie, this is your chance. If you want Sam to stop ignoring you, give her something she can’t ignore. Because if you think you’ve got the only asshole she can bitch out in West Valley High School, well… there is a reason she didn’t feel the need to take you on a second date.”

“Fuck you!” Tory snapped. She said it as she took off her bra.

Amanda drank in the sight of her deep, warm cleavage. Tory knew her breasts were modest, at least in comparison with the outrageous swell of her hips and ass, but they felt big and warm and round as they pushed against her open blouse, sucking in the eyes of both mother and daughter. Tory pulled her blouse apart to show off all of her chest.

“Fuck you, you raised one retard fucking daughter if she didn’t want another shot at these!”

Amanda patted Sam’s hand, though her eyes were locked on the small pink nipples cutting into the warm air. Tory danced sensually for her, liking Amanda’s attention, liking that she got to show off for her right in front of her daughter. Let Sam see her going after somebody else—feel what it was like to be second choice.