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Casino
Part 1
By Thndrshark
http://www.thndrshark.com
ts@thndrshark.com
Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature.
It is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to
view this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark
As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had
expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the
typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests
dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of
a sea of latex and leather. There wasn't a single person in sight that wore
anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her
two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the
girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to
them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance.
"We're not in Kansas, anymore," Cindy chuckled as she stared into the crowd.
"Somebody should have warned us," Monica complained. Gina only smiled,
pushing her glasses back up her nose in her subconscious fashion. Cindy and
Monica had always been the prom queen type, admired by their peers for their
beauty and style. Gina, on the other hand, was too bookish, she was told.
The three had been tenuous friends since high school, but the relationship
had grown as they moved into college. Gina was convinced it was largely
because they had discovered how wealthy her parents where, and how generous
she could be with her money. She didn't care, though. She had two popular
and beautiful friends, which was all that mattered. She had always liked
Monica, despite her critical eye and harsh criticisms. Cindy, on the other
hand, had only a passing interest in Gina. Cindy pretended to like her just
because Monica liked her so much. Both knew the score, though it was an
unmentioned topic. Instead, they both chose to ignore it and be the somewhat
friends they had become. In truth, Gina didn't like Cindy much. She had
always felt like a second class citizen around her. But she was willing to
take the abuse to be around Monica.
All three had become the object of much attention in college, to Monica and
Cindy's pleasure and to Gina's surprise. Despite the differences of their
clothing, all three had firm young bodies and ample breasts. Monica, the
tallest at nearly six-foot, was destined to model. Her long, shapely legs
and beautiful mane of dark hair stood out among the others. Cindy was
shorter but had larger breasts and firm, attractive legs from her years of
swimming. Her competitiveness kept her body in great shape, but also
provided a share of enemies. Gina, despite wearing loose clothes that
covered her body, had an athletic form. Good-sized breasts offset a thin
waist and long legs. Much like Monica, Gina could also model, though she
knew she lacked the self-confidence to even try.
The three of them had been inseparable for a year. Monica and Cindy were
eager to enjoy their independence from home, and seemed to want to
experiment. Though seemingly limited to some drugs and a few sexual
encounters, Gina had been the most tame. She often envied the stories she
would hear from Monica of their weekends spent without her. She regretted
turning down those adventures, though she was sure she would never dare try
the things they did. After their most recent trip to New York, Gina was sure
that Monica and Cindy had slept together. At first she was turned off by the
thought but, after long nights with her thoughts, she realized it was only
jealousy talking. If she where to experiment with another women, Monica
would certainly be at the top of the list. Often she caught herself staring
at her friend's supple form, wondering what it would be like to fondle her
breasts or have Monica's face between her legs.
This current adventure was only the latest in their recent string. As summer
break approached, Monica suggested they move to Las Vegas for the three
months and find jobs. For the first time Gina was truly excited by the idea.
She was tired of the same old sights at school, and dreaded going home to
her parents for the summer. She beat Cindy to the punch, agreeing with
Monica instantly as they began to make plans. It had only been three nights
on the town before they had been invited to a party at Caesar's Palace, in a
large suite at the top of the tower. The crowd was young and exciting. Gina
had, thankfully, agreed to get a new dress for the night and the staring
eyes proved that the choice was right. The three took the room by storm as
they swung their shapely bodies through the party. By the end of the evening
each had several offers. Though most where invitations to just another
party, one was particularly intriguing. A handsome young man had handed them
a card with a simple address on it. He told them it was a party for the
daring, where they could live out their ultimate fantasies. Gina caught
herself glancing over Monica's lovely form at this comment. Pressed for
details, the man simply smiled and told them they would have to see.
As they stood and stared, a woman dressed in a short, tight blue rubber
dress approached them with a smile. "Can I be of assistance," she asked.
"We where invited to the party by a man we met in town," Monica blurted out
in defense. She shoved the small card they had been given at the women, who
smiled as she took it.
"Welcome. Let me give you the run down on the activities." She coaxed them
out of the doorway and into the room proper as she pointed out various
areas. "This is a fetish and bondage casino. Rather than playing for money,
we play for other, more interesting things. First of all, don't feel
self-conscious about your clothing. Most people come dressed as you are. In
the corner there, you will find a dressing room. Your startup set of chips
can be picked up there when you chose your fetish attire for the evening.
The more extreme clothing you chose, the more chips you will receive. If you
find yourself running short on chips, you can return to the dressing room
for more extreme attire. Once you start, it is much like a regular casino.
The only difference is that some of the games are quite different. I'll let
you discover them as you explore." She smiled an almost devious grin. "It's
more fun that way."
"What's the point to it all," Cindy asked as she watched a towering blonde
dressed in form fitting leather walk by.
"Just to have fun! You can fulfill your fantasies or just enjoy gambling.
But remember, you can go into debt here, which must be satisfied by the end
of the evening." With that the woman left them.
Monica seemed eager to jump in as she grabbed Cindy's hand and pulled her
toward the dressing room. "Come on! Let's go."
Gina followed them, wondering what she was getting herself into.
The dressing room was large, with a wide counter attended by a man dressed
in blue latex shorts. Large picture books where strewn out on the counter. A
young couple examined them as the girls approached. Monica immediately began
flipping through the books. The pictures showed men and women in a variety
of fetish clothing. The book she had chosen was all women, with the first
pictures showing simple latex skirts or loose leather tops. As she flipped
further in, she could see how much more extreme the clothing could get. On
impulse, Monica flipped to the last page. The three girls gasped at the
sight. The woman displayed was wearing a form fitting latex body suit. A
corset had been strapped around her waist, reducing her to a seemingly
impossible 20 inches. Her arms had been strapped behind her at wrist and
elbow, forcing her shoulders back hard. Her face had been covered in an
extreme leather hood, cutting out all sight, while a built in gag filled her
mouth. Small breathing tubes exited from her nose to a point at the top of
her hood. Two pump bulbs dangled between her legs, with the caption stating
they where blow up dildos, held in place by a small rubber G-string. Her
feet where even more shocking. She was forced to stand on her toes by a pair
of torturous ballet shoes. The bottom of the page listed the value for this
outfit at $8,000.
Cindy could not take her eyes off the suit. She was embarrassed that her
pussy had gotten wet as she looked at this helpless woman. Monica was
equally turned on.
"How do you walk in these shoes?"
"Very carefully," the man grunted in disinterest. Monica was obviously
intrigued by the woman in the picture.
"Is there anyway to earn even more than this," she asked.
"Sure." The attendant pulled out another book and flipped to the last page.
"Of course this involves more than just bondage." The picture was of a young
lady, bent into an impossible position. She was crammed into a steel cage so
tight it seemed to have been built around her. The small, four foot long and
three-foot tall box was absolutely filled with the girl. She was mostly
naked, a refreshing sight to all the rubber and leather in the other
pictures, but Monica was convinced she would be far more comfortable wearing
something. Her arms had been heavily strapped behind her back at elbow and
wrist. A wide strap at mid upper arm pulled her shoulders back so hard her
chest arched from the strain. The girl's head was strapped into a leather
and steel cage that had been cinched down until it snugly grasped her face.
Her hair was made into a short ponytail, then laced with a piece of chain.
Her knees where spread by a short bar while her ankles where strapped
together and had been forced high up her back, until her ankles nearly
touched the top of her head. The ponytail chain was locked off to the ankle
straps, forcing her head back hard. Her ankles where locked directly to her
elbow straps, flattening her body to fit into the cage. A short pole
stretched from the end of the cage and disappeared up between her legs. The
opposite end split into two large steel dildos, which disappeared deep into
her pussy and ass. On the opposite end, a large steel dildo pushed into her
mouth, forcing it open wide to accept the large form. The pole that it
attached to was connected to the end of the cage as well. Cranks had been
employed to push the two end poles together until the girl was trapped
between the force of the dildos.
"Of course, this does not allow for much gambling," the man laughed. "This
is worth $10,000 but must be endured for 12 hours. It's only for the most
severe debts."
Pulling her eyes away from the picture, Cindy turned to the attendant.
"I would like at least $1,000 of chips. What would I have to wear for
that?" Without a word, the man turned into his array of clothing and started
setting items on the desk. First, he offered a rubber bra, then a small
rubber G-string. A latex garter belt with sheer hose where next, along with
a pair of latex gloves and a pair of heels. Cindy couldn't imagine having to
walk in these six-inch heels, but they excited her. "Are you sure these will
fit?" she asked as she slipped off her shoe and slid the heel on. To her
amazement, it slipped on perfectly. Apparently this man was good at guessing
sizes. She didn't bother to ask about anything else as she disappeared into
a changing room. Monica stepped up next.
"I'd like about $2,000." Monica was excited. As the man disappeared again,
she turned to Gina. "This is going to be great! I've always been interested
in this stuff." She noticed her friend's expression. "Come on, Gina! Have
some fun. It can't be all that bad." The man returned with an armful of
clothing. Monica sorted through it, holding up each item. First, he had
chosen a tight rubber dress. The skirt would only reach mid thigh but she
loved it, squealing at the choice. A wide, leather collar was next and
Monica quickly put this on. She asked the man to fasten it. The thick
leather was pulled snug and, with a snap, locked into position. Monica
watched as the man stashed the key behind the counter. The next item was a
pair of six-inch heels as well. The final item was a set of shackles. Monica
quivered in excitement as she disappeared into her dressing room.
"And how about you, young lady," the man inquired.
Pushing her glasses up on her nose again. "I don't know. I guess give me
$500." The man, disappointed, pulled out a pair of low heels and a latex
body suit. "This is it, but I think you would look great if you would take a
bit more."
"I'm too embarrassed to wear all this stuff. And besides, I don't have the
figure my friends have."
"I think you have a better figure, Gina," he shocked her by knowing her
name, until she remembered that Monica had used it. "Let me try something."
He disappeared again, bringing back another armful. "First, this is a full
length rubber dress. It will look great on you. And here we have a pair of
thigh length leather boots with five-inch heels. Finally, a pair of
full-length latex gloves. This is worth $1,500 and will make you feel
great." He smiled then, as an after though, reached forward and took off her
glasses. "Do you really need these?"
"Sort of. I can't see far distances without them."
"Let me keep them. You can't see much farther than fifty feet in here
anyway. I promise to keep them safe." Gina nodded and reluctantly
disappeared behind a changing curtain.
Casino
Part 2
By Thndrshark
Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature.
It is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to
view this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark
The three girls emerged from the dressing room at the same time, oohing and
ahhing at each other's attire. Monica had to struggle a bit in her shackles.
A short chain connected her ankles with a longer, heavy chain attaching to
her wrists. She struggled forward to take a look at her friends.
"I love those boots, Gina," Monica cooed, much to Cindy's disappointment.
"You look amazing! Like a latex dream!"
"You look great, too, Monica," Gina returned. Cindy was upset nobody admired
her, though she felt pretty good in the latex bra. She was certain, at
first, that the man had given her too small of a size. But as she stepped
out of the dressing room, nearly running into a man clad in leather, he
whistled at her breasts, staring directly at them. She pressed her chest out
and smiled as he slid by her. It was as if she had a second skin of rubber
over her large breasts, barely holding them into place.
"Let's get this over with," Gina moaned as she gestured out to the casino.
The three girls stayed together for awhile, supporting each other as they
walked and experimenting at some of the tables. They stayed away from the
far wall where the alternate games where kept, choosing to survive at
blackjack and roulette. Monica seemed to be possessed when gambling. Gina
and Cindy often had to drag her away before she lost too much. Before long
Monica had depleted her chips. As they walked back to the dressing room to
allow Monica to change, Gina took a quick look at her winnings. In contrast
to Monica, she had done well on her meager bets, winning a steady amount to
nearly double her chips. She kept this to herself, not wanting to give Cindy
or Monica a reason to envy her. She knew Cindy was down a bit, but was eager
to try some of the more adventurous games. As they made it back to the
dressing room, Cindy caught sight of something and said she would see them
later. Gina shrugged and helped Monica to the desk.
"Back already," the man snickered.
"I guess I'm not so lucky yet," Monica complained. She picked up a book
and started flipping through it. She quickly realized it was different from
the one she had looked through earlier. "Wow, these are amazing!" Rather
than the simple outfits of the previous book, this contained the more
extreme equipment that earned the higher sums. Gina looked over her friend's
shoulder and found herself imagining Monica in the outfits.
"Try that one," Gina encouraged as they looked at a hobble dress and arm
binder.
"I don't know. How will I bet?"
"I'll be with you. Don't worry. Besides," Gina glanced at the $3,000 figure
at the bottom. "You need the money." Monica smiled and agreed, pushing the
book toward the man. He smiled and winked at Gina then disappeared to get
the items.
Gina loved this. Her hand gripped the leash attached to Monica's collar as
they walked through the casino. Monica was far more concerned about learning
to walk on the seven-inch heels. She was glad the hobble dress, which fit
snug to her perfect form, only allowed her to take a four inch step. But her
shoulders had begun to ache and she was getting tired of the inadvertent
grabs she got from the crowd. Gina seemed to be ignoring them, and Monica
could do little to fend them off. The attendant seemed to take particular
pleasure in lacing up the single glove that now encased her arms. As the
straps where pulled tighter, she could feel her back straightening and her
shoulders being forced back. It wasn't until she could feel her elbows
touching that she knew there was more to this arm bondage than she thought.
But despite her complains, the man had simply ensured the straps where snug
and added the small padlocks that now held it into place.
"Where do you want to go," Gina asked over her shoulder.
"Someplace close," Monica complained, stumbling again. "How about that
blackjack table." As usual, the table Monica had chosen was a minimum $100
bet, which Gina knew wouldn't discourage her friend. Thankfully, Monica
slipped onto a stool in between two others, taking the weight off her toes.
"I can't believe people walk in these things!"
"It's training," the man to her left spoke.
"I'm sorry?"
"The shoes. It takes training and practice to walk in them comfortably."
Monica smiled at him in response. He was young and very handsome. She tried
to look sexy but found it difficult without the use of her arms. As the
dealer prepared to deal, Monica gestured for Gina to make a bet.
Cindy had quickly forgotten about her friends. Though the bizarre casino was
taking some time to adjust to, she did see the potential to win. The far
wall of the large room was a maze of interesting, and often painful or
degrading challenges. Though many weren't at all her cup of tea, Cindy was
eager to compete in some. Some of the games simply required the player to
take a spanking without crying out, though some of the spankers seemed to
take particular relish in their jobs. Other attractions offered anything
from suspension to piercing. A short row of port-a-potties reminded Cindy
that she had to pee. Upon entering the largish room, she realized this was
another game. A young girl was strapped on her knees in the bottom of the
toilet so she could not move. A large funnel-like basin was attached to her
mouth. Cindy quickly realized that this girl was being used as a human
toilet. Already her stomach was distended from the various waste products
she had consumed. It took a moment for Cindy to understand the game. It
wasn't until she examined the poor girl's bound arms that she saw the thin
string she held in her hand. At the opposite end was a bell. She could see
that once the girl had had enough, she could ring the bell for release. A
sign on the wall caught Cindy's eye. It explained that the girl would
receive $1,000 for every half-hour she performed as a toilet. Shrugging,
Cindy stepped up to the basin and, watching through her legs, peed into the
girl's mouth.
Slipping out of the toilet, Cindy immediately caught sight of a game she
would be good at. It was labeled "Maintain your balance" but seemed far too
simple for a competitive game. Nobody was currently taking the challenge so
Cindy had to use the text to figure it out. She would be in a standing
position. Her arms would be tied behind her back and special clamps would be
attached to her nipples. The attached cables where fed over a bar above her
then attached to s flat weight. The goal was to keep the weight off the
plate. For each 30 minutes, she would win $5000. But each time the weight
struck the plate, she would be charged $500. It sounded easy to her, so
Cindy jumped up to the platform.
"I'll take an hour," she said to the gamekeeper. She was a little upset when
she was asked to disrobe, but she was proud of her body and enjoyed the
stares from the men and women gathering to watch. An attendant tied her
wrists together behind her, then slipped a cool leather strap around her
elbows. Cindy could feel her breasts pushing out more as her arms where
bound tightly together. It was a curious feeling, being bound this way. She
felt like her chest was on display now, something she was quite comfortable
with.
She was positioned in the middle of the platform as another attendant placed
a wide spreader bar between her ankles. Her long blonde hair was laced into
a ponytail and a strap tied to it was pulled to her elbow strap. She could
feel her hair being pulled back until her face pointed to the ceiling. Her
eyes where quickly covered with a tight blindfold. OK, she thought, this is
an interesting twist. I'll just have to guess the distance rather than
seeing it. With her legs spread, she would have some trouble balancing, but
she put it out of her mind as she felt the cool clamps being placed on her
nipples. The teeth bit into her skin, making her wince, but Cindy was
determined to be tough. One of the attendants pressed a gag to her lips and,
as she opened her mouth to complain, the penis gag slipped between her jaws.
It was huge, filling her mouth while cutting off her complaints. Hands
helped her keep her balance as the weight was hung from the end of the
cable. Cindy grunted in pain as it was released and the clamps bit down
harder on her nipples. She immediately leaned back to keep it high off the
plate she could no longer see. She had guessed the game had started until
she felt some fumbling at her spreader bar, then a cool shaft of steel was
pressed into her pussy. The metal dildo was pushed deep inside of her, the
thickness filling her completely. She had no idea why this was a part of the
test and, despite her initial anger at this intrusion, she actually enjoyed
the feeling. Finally, all hands left her and she began focusing her task.
The sight of Cindy on his platform excited the gamekeeper. She was
beautiful, with her thin body and large breasts, bound tightly and legs
spread. The metal bar that kept the dildo in place was locked off and the
wires where run from the end of the shaft and to the plate. He flicked the
switch to power the device, then flicked the timer and tally board. The
audience was excited and, though early in the game, where already tense. It
was only a matter of time, the keeper knew.
Cindy was a little disoriented. With he head pulled back hard and her lack
of sight, she was having trouble telling which way was up. She just focused
on leaning back, though how far was a concern as well. After what seemed
like hours, but had actually only been ten minutes, the weight brushed the
plate. A sharp shock shot through the dildo and into her pussy. She jerked
back hard, pulling the weight back up, grunting at the harsh bite of the
clamps. So, that's the trick, Cindy thought. I'll just keep back even more
to prevent...
The keeper watched Cindy rock forward again and the shock that struck her
pussy brought her back hard again. He smiled. This was going to be fun!
The shock to her pussy had hurt, but she could feel her excitement rising as
well. The lubricated dildo was even more wet now as she felt her juices
coating it. She was panting now, trying to stay focused. She knew she had
lost $1000 already. If she could only stay back for a full 30 minutes, she
could offset that money and still walk away a winner.
As usual, Monica was running short on cash. Gina was bored, having been used
as a servant by Monica wasn't her idea of fun. She had gotten rather chummy
with the young man beside them, maybe he could bet for her.
"Monica, I have to go to the bathroom," Gina whispered.
"Yeah, go ahead, Gina," Monica said out loud. "This gentleman will assist
me, won't you?" She smiled at him with her best smile.
"It would be my pleasure," he said.
"OK, I'll be back."
"Take your time, Gina," Monica winked as she turned back to the man she
was trying to pickup. Gina slipped into the crowd, eager to have her own
fun.
Cindy wasn't doing too well. The weight had touched the plate at least seven
times and she was gasping in excitement. She tried to keep her back straight
and the cables taught, but she had lost all sense of balance and could not
regain it. She was rocking back and forth, trying to control her seething
body and keep the weight up. It was only a matter of time before it touched
again. The shock sent her over the edge. Her orgasm made her buck on the
steel dildo as the weight skittered across the metal pad beneath it. She
jerked back hard, but the slight shift of the dildo sent her over the edge
again and the weight crashed down hard, completing the connection once more.
She could no longer control it as she came again and again, the metal
connection sending shocks through her.
The current stopped and Cindy slumped in her bonds as best she could. The
keeper slipped off her gag and blindfold.
"I'm sorry, but you have completed your first 30 minutes and owe us $7000.
You can pay us now or go for double or nothing." Gina knew she had only the
$1,000 on her. Her competitive spirit took over again. "I'll go double or
nothing," she said. The crowd cheered her on as the keeper shrugged and
replaced the blindfold and gag. She could feel another attachment being
added beneath her. A cool pressure against her asshole told her what it was.
The second steel dildo was pressed into her ass until it was buried deep
inside her. Cindy moaned at the intrusion, but could feel herself getting
wet again. She had always had a thing for anal sex, though it was hard to
find a guy who would work at it slow. It wasn't until the hands left her
that she realized that an electrical shock would rise through her ass now
too. She began to panic as she felt a heavier weight being applied to the
cables. A voice from behind whispered to her.
"Up on your toes." She rose up as the attendant placed small boxes beneath
her heels.
"Ladies and gentlemen. This lady has chosen to go another 30 minutes at
double or nothing." A cheer rose through the crowd. "She will be forced to
stand on her toes this time, with a dildo in both her ass and pussy. If she
falls back on her heels, the current will be stepped up." Cindy tried to
relax her feet but felt the button beneath her. She would have to stay high
on her toes to keep off the box. Her nipples where screaming beneath the
crushing teeth of the clamps. She tried to focus, leaning back to hold the
weight up, but not too far to fall back onto her heels. It only took a
moment before she lost balance and landed on the buttons. The shock that ran
through her pussy and ass was a sharp contrast to the previous shock. She
wasn't sure if it was the higher current or her newly punished asshole, but
she found herself quickly jumping back on her toes. Of course as she did
this, she leaned forward too much, allowing the weight to touch again.
Despite her pain and frustration, she could feel a new orgasm building
inside of her.
Casino
Part 3
By Thndrshark
Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature.
It is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to
view this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark
Gina had tried most of the tables and found little challenge. She had never
told her friends that her father was a dealer for years at a casino, and had
taught her most of his tricks. She was sure she had at least $20,000 now but
was enjoying herself. She began scanning the more interesting games.
The whipping booth seemed to be the only solution for Monica. She now owed
at least $10,000 to the man who stood next to her. He gripped her upper arm
tightly, as if he was afraid she might run away. It seemed like a good idea
to take the loan from the handsome man who sat next to her. But as she lost
and lost again, she knew he would want to find a way to win his money back.
She looked around her for a moment, trying to see her friends, but they had
been gone for hours. She read the sign at the entrance. It stated $10 a
stroke for a light whip, $100 for a cat-o-nine tails and $500 for the
bullwhip. They shuffled over to the observation room glancing out to the
floor of the whipping stand. A well-endowed young lady was stretched wide by
chains. Her body, covered with sweat, was tense as she waited for the first
blow. She had chosen the bullwhip, Monica could see, as the whip master
swung it through the air to warm up. Without much warning, the lash landed
hard on the girl's back. Her body bucked but she held back her scream.
Monica knew that the game was played based on a number of lashes. If you
chose ten lashes, you must endure the entire ten without making a sound to
win the cash. If not, you would owe the cash and still receive the entire
ten. It was a gamble she was willing to take.
The girl was strong. Bright red welts had risen from her back from the six
lashes that had fallen but she had yet to release a sound. Monica knew she
would have to endure a lot of lashes to pay back her debt.
"You can see what you're in for, Monica," the man said, smiling. "But you
like to gamble so I'll make you a different deal. If you can take ten lashes
from the bullwhip without making a sound, I will release you from your
debt." Monica was excited by this prospect. She looked out at the woman
still receiving her strokes in silence, knowing she could do it too.
"And if I make a sound?"
"Then you have to be my slave for two months, to do with as I wish." He
smiled at her. Monica wasn't at all turned off by this man. He was young,
and quite handsome, but she had no concept of what he meant by slave. In her
fantasies, she had been captured by a handsome prince and kept as a sex toy,
but those always ended and she awoke. She couldn't believe he would honestly
keep her against her will, but a twinkle in his eye caused her to worry. She
had seen some of the other girls around here, bound in impossible positions.
She knew what was behind his good looks and bright smile. But she was sure
she could hold out and win. As sure, a little voice told her, as she was
about all those bets she had lost. But she shrugged it off.
The man whispered to the attendant, who slipped away, quickly returned with
a form for Monica's signature.
"Oh, and one other thing." He smiled. "You have to take the lashes on your
front." Monica was shocked. She wasn't sure she could take it on her
breasts, but she knew it couldn't be much worse, and she had no choice. She
knew if she didn't satisfy the debt to this man, she would be forced to make
repairs in other ways, some of them not too pleasant. She quickly signed the
form, as did her debtor, and she was led onto the stage.
She watched as the other woman was released. Her back was a crisscross of
heavy welts from the hard bullwhip. She seemed exhausted. Monica quickly
took her place, facing the crowd as her armbinder was removed and replaced
by wide leather cuffs. Her hair was quickly laced into a ponytail with an
added leather strap weaved in. As the chains pulled her taught, she could
feel the strap attached to a ring on the floor and her head was yanked back.
This, she assumed, would keep her face away from the bullwhip, though the
position also pushed her body out toward the whip master. She could feel a
headset being placed on her head, the microphone inches from her mouth.
This, she knew, would broadcast any cry she might make, making it obvious to
the crowd if she broke.
"Ten lashes with the bullwhip," the announcer said, "in exchange for a
release from debt. If she cries out, she will be sold into slavery for two
months." The crowd cheered as the man with the bullwhip took his position.
Monica closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steel her will as the chains
that held her pulled her body taught. Without warning, the first lash fell,
striping her body from her right breast down to her stomach. It was all
Monica could do to clamp her mouth shut. Her body felt like it was on fire,
tears springing from her eyes. She tried to struggle to get away, but the
chains held her tight. The second lash fell hard across her left breast and,
as she struggled not to scream, she knew her ample breasts would take the
brunt of the whip. But the next stroke was across her stomach and left
thigh. Monica grunted from the weight of the whip hitting her stomach and
she feared she would lose for this. But apparently she was allowed this
sound as the announcer simply continued to count. The fourth lash struck her
side and the side of her breasts, lacing pain up her body. She was sweating
profusely now, her body reacting from the brutal punishment. The crowd,
seemingly afraid Monica would not break, began cheering the whip master on.
The fifth lash left a welt across her stomach and Monica felt dizzy from the
pain. She had lost count and was beginning to lose control. Another lash
struck her breasts and another quickly followed it. She was sure they had
passed ten and had chosen to torture her, the crowd laughing at her pain. As
the seventh stroke struck her, glancing across her shaved pussy as it laid a
diagonal stripe over her stomach, Monica's scream burst from her lungs. Her
clit seemed to be bathed in fire from the tip of the bullwhip. The pain
washed over her and she fainted in her bonds.
Monica awoke in a different position. As her eyes fluttered open, she
thought she was in a dim room. She quickly realized she was looking through
some type of dark glass. She struggled to get up and found that her arms
where harshly bound behind her back. She could feel her shoulders aching
from the way her elbows had been forced to meet behind her. A face leaned
close. It was her debtor.
"I see you are awake." He spoke loudly to be heard through her blocked ears.
"Well, you lost. You are mine now. In case you are wondering, you are bound
for me so you can follow me around for the rest of the evening. I certainly
don't want to leave the fun, now do I?" He laughed. "Just in case you are
wondering, I've dressed you in a typical slave attire for my girls. That
constricting feeling around your face and head is a rubber hood covered by a
tight leather hood. I took particular pains to plug your ears and provide
you breathing tubes, which I'm sure you can feel in your nose. Your mouth
hurts due to the blowup gag I've put in it. I wanted to pump it up even
larger, but I was afraid it would break. Rather than keeping you completely
blind, I put dark lenses in the hood, much like welding glass. You will be
able to see a few feet in front of you, but that's all. That wide collar
around your neck is padlocked on so don't think any of your friends can get
to the laces easily. Otherwise you are completely naked, though I did take a
moment to have your pussy shaved. Oh, and your feet are strapped into ballet
shoes. I hope you learn to enjoy walking on your toes, because, for the next
two months, you will be wearing them!" He chuckled as her muffled voice
tried to complain. "By the way, I lied. I'm not a gentle master!" He helped
her up on her toes and tugged the leash attached to her collar, leading her
out into the main room.
Gina was shocked at the sight of the young slave that had evidently lost a
big bet. As the handsome man led her out of the back room, she couldn't help
but to admire the tall, bound form struggling forward on her ballet shoes.
The hood looked to be skin tight, the straps pulled tight enough to mold to
the shape of the slave's head. She could tell from the struggles, that
walking on her toes was a painful endeavor. The girl took small careful
steps, until her new master yanked forward on the leash, forcing her to move
quickly to catch up. The long tress of hair, ponytailed and dangling out
from the top of the hood, reminded Gina of Monica. She shrugged as other
admirers blocked her view and she continued her search for her friends.
Tears welled up from Monica's eyes, only to be absorbed by the hood. She
realized she had sold herself into slavery. Fear clenched her heart. She
didn't even know this guy. What said he would let her go in two months, much
less ever? She knew she was bound and at his mercy. She would have to hope
she hadn't seen the last of her freedom.
After what seemed like a long walk, her new master stopped her then put his
mouth close to her ear.
"I want to make some adjustments here," he whispered. Monica was led into a
booth and pushed back into a reclining chair. Her body was quickly strapped
onto to the cool metal until she was immobile. Monica tried to lift her
head, but she realized it was strapped down as well. Better than on my toes,
Monica thought. She could feel some fumbling around her breasts, then a cool
feeling at her nipple. Without warning, a sharp pain struck her left nipple.
She tried to struggle to get away but the straps held tight. Her new
master's face loomed in front of her as she felt another cool feeling at her
right nipple. As another sharp pain coursed through her breast, he spoke
loudly into her plugged ear.
"I took the liberty of bringing you to the casino piercing specialist. You
see, all my slaves are pierced, you are no exception." His laugh faded as he
pulled his face away from her, plunging Monica into silence again. Her
nipples ached from the punctures and she could now feel the cool steel of
her new rings. She was hardly surprised as the metal tool reached into her
pussy and grasped her clit. The pain of this piercing out weighed the
others, though. As she screamed into her blowup gag and fainted, she knew
she could never imagine what further torments were in store for her.
Cindy could not believe the predicament she had gotten herself into. Not
only had she failed at the competition but she owed the house $14,000. Since
the debt was large enough and no costume could repay that single debt, she
was kept as a slave of the house. At first Cindy tried to argue, then fight,
but she was no match for the bruisers that held her. In no time, her naked
form was hauled off to the display area, where her arms were swiftly tied
behind her at wrist and elbow, and she was fitted with a wide steel collar.
A thick chain connected from a short post behind and above her to her
collar, holding her body upright on her knees. A spreader bar was fitted
between her knees, forcing her to display her pussy to the public, while her
ankles where bound together. A huge ball gag was forced between her teeth
and strapped on. A final touch was a blindfold, its padded circles fitting
perfectly over her eyes, cutting out all sight. She couldn't see the
attendant approach.
"Hello, Cindy," she said softly. " I assume you didn't fully read the
release you signed at the door, by the way you were fighting. Let me
explain. If you go in debt to the house for more than $10,000 with no way to
remedy, you become a ward of the house. We have the right to sell you to the
highest bidder, who will hopefully satisfy your debt for you. But of course
this means you are this person's slave." Cindy was speechless, not that she
could have cried out. The ball gag forced between her aching jaws caused her
to accept the words she heard in silence. "We have found that most people
who go into this severe a debt are hoping to be sold into slavery. I guess
it's their kink," a light laugh. " So the rule is that for each $5,000, or
part thereof, you are to be kept for a day in slavery. Of course, we don't
enforce that." She laughed out loud as she walked away. Cindy realized she
was possibly faced with a lifetime as a slave. She had no control over who
purchased her or what they chose to do with her. She tried to struggle but
the heavy chain held her to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and she
began to cry, though only the subtle shake of her chest gave evidence to the
public.
Casino
Part 4
By Thndrshark
Despite her success while alone, Gina was starting to worry. She hadn't seen
either Monica or Cindy in two hours. In all the excitement of her winnings
and the damp feeling she had starting feeling between her legs, she had
forgotten she was here with them. She never would have thought she would be
so turned on by the many women and men in bondage or latex. Especially the
women. She had always been curious, usually about Monica, but had found few
other women attractive. It wasn't until she saw them in skintight rubber,
collars and chains, not to mention towering heels, that she began to feel a
twinge of excitement. In conversation with a young lady at a blackjack
table, she began opening up to her. It was then that the concept of a
dominant or mistress came up. Now she couldn't help but think about how fun
it would be to dominate a woman. She found herself strangely confident in
this thought, as if the mindset of being a dominatrix was where she
belonged. She could feel the bulge of the nearly $50,000 in winnings in her
handbag. She decided to go looking for her friends and maybe share this
revelation.
Monica could feel the man tense as he came, shooting his load of cum down
her throat. That completed the round of five men around the table and she
dutifully crawled back to kneel beside her new master, licking the cum from
her lips. The private room was limited to only those high rollers in the
group. For now that consisted of six men, including her master. She wasn't
the only slave in the room. Two of the men each had a slave as well, though
she was quickly taught not to look around to discover more details. Instead,
she stayed in position, sitting back on her crossed ankles, knees spread,
wrists crossed behind her back, head bowed. It gave her time to examine the
newest additions to her body. She could see the shiny new rings pierced
behind her nipples and the thick rods now pierced through the middle of her
nipples horizontally. Her freshly shaved pussy now displayed it's own
sparkling addition. The ring through her clit was dangling lightly between
her legs. Through the corner of her eye she could almost see the large ring
through her septum, along with a smaller one inside of it. The hood had been
removed in the piercing salon and her septum had been fitted with a rubber
and metal plating, covering either side of it. A large hole cut through her
tissue, leaving a largish hole where the two plates connected. Additional
rivets had been driven through her septum and the plate to hold it firmly in
place. Now, she had two rings running through the hole in her septum. She
could feel their cold steel against her upper lip when she moved her head.
Now, she could just see the larger one as it dangled away from her face. The
last addition was a ring through her tongue, strangely mounted so a smooth
plate was on the top of her tongue whereas the ring extended from the
bottom. As she gave each of the five other players blowjobs, she realized
why that was the design. It prevented her from hurting anything she sucked
on while still providing a ring for a leash or other use.
The men had been playing poker for a half-hour now. Though each had more
money than most of the entire collection of partygoers, they chose to use
more interesting bets. Her master had bet Monica and his hand had lost, thus
requiring her to suck each other player off. She feared any other creative
payments as she had seen one slavegirl receive a brutal lashing on her pussy
in return for a lost hand. She shivered, not just from her nakedness but
also from the cool feeling of her newly acquired cuffs on ankle, wrist and
neck. The steel bands had been fitted carefully then riveted on. Their snug
fit and seeming permanency caused her to feel more like a slave. Despite the
lack of harsh bondage, Monica felt brutally humiliated and defeated. She was
naked, shaved and pierced against her will, cuffed and subdued. She hoped
something would happen to make this nightmare end.
With Gina's newfound attitude, she was excited to explore the more unusual
games in the room. She felt great in her skin tight leather body suit. The
wardrobe man had been so helpful in dressing her in something that made her
feel powerful. The suit was accented by knee high leather boots, their
six-inch heels making her tower over the floor. She loved the feeling of the
short latex gloves and the belt that held several whips for her use. She had
even chosen a catlike mask over her eyes, a wonderful touch to her
dominating appearance. For the first time in her life, she found herself
unzipping the front zipper, letting her breasts push out. She loved how
others stared at her body and how the submissives seemed to cower as she
approached.
The attendant had heard the story of her success and, after a check for
eavesdroppers, told Gina about a private room where she might be able to get
away from the crowds. Though it sounded interesting, she was more interested
in strutting her stuff for the audience. Maybe later, she thought. Now, she
watched as women subjected themselves to various tortures, more often than
not failing to meet their end of the bargain and losing. At one booth, she
watched as a scared 19-year-old girl was strung up by her wrists, her toes
coming off the ground before her ankles were pulled apart as well. Her body
was beautiful and fresh, her very large breasts, long legs and long blonde
hair making Gina wet inside her suit. The gamekeeper caught sight of Gina.
"Mistress, would you like to administer her lashes," he asked. Gina smiled
and took the bullwhip from him.
"What did she do to deserve this punishment?"
"I'm not sure, Mistress. I think she's a gate crasher and somebody wanted to
have fun with her." Gina smiled at the thought of this helpless girl before
her. She watched as the attendants finished forcing a ball gag in her mouth
and strapping it in place, then approached her victim. She ran her hands
across the young girl's body, pushing her latex clad hand across her ass, up
her back and over her breasts. She felt down between the girl's legs,
pushing her fingers inside her pussy then reached back and pushed a finger
in her asshole. The girl jumped and tears began to flow. Gina pulled her
finger out and began caressing the girl's breasts. As one hand continued,
she reached behind the girl and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair.
Yanking it back hard she simultaneously twisted the girl's nipple hard. Even
through the gag she could hear her scream.
"Does this frighten you, little one." She tried to nod but the grip on her
hair was too tight. "I may make you my slave after I whip you. Then you can
learn to suck my asshole and lick my pussy. Would you like that?" The girl
tried to shake her head but only tears were able to answer the question.
Gina was flushed with excitement. She had never felt this power before and
as she moved back to a good whipping angle, she nearly came as she lowered
the first harsh lash across the girl's virgin back.
"Is this a new slave of ours, old boy," one of the gentlemen asked during a
break.
"Yes, she is," Monica's master answered.
"She looks so frightened. Maybe we should use her and my slave as a little
diversion until we're ready for another game."
"Do as you wish with her, my friend." With that Monica was forced back on
her ballet boots and led by a nose leash to a padded platform. The other
girl, with long curly red hair and a soft complexion, seemed as frightened
as Monica at the plans for their use as entertainment. It was obvious,
though, that she had been a slave for quite some time. Pierced similarly as
Monica, each hole was lined with s steel jacket, making the rings clink as
she moved. The inner sleeve allowed the ring to move freely while providing
exceptional strength and support. Other signs showed she had been in
captivity for a long time. Subtle crisscrosses of faint scars covered her
back, remnants of whippings from days past. Monica had had only one brief
experience with another woman. Cindy and she had fondled each other one
drunken night, though it never went much farther than that. She wasn't sure
if she liked it much, preferring a man instead. But now she realized she
would be forced to perform with this slave, despite her feelings on the
subject. She could feel the wave of humiliation rising again and the room
came crashing in on her. She felt vulnerable again, in her cold steel and
nothing else, in front of these strangers. She remembered back to the start
of the evening, how adventurous she had been. If only she would have known
that she would end up as a humiliated slave.
A small padded horse was placed in the middle of the platform and the other
slave was lifted so that the small of her back rested on the pad. Heavy
cables were quickly attached to her wrist and ankle cuffs and a winch was
turned, removing some of the slack. Monica was then lifted and laid face
down but reverse, so her wrists joined the girl's ankles. Both girls seemed
to have very similar measurements, placing Monica's face between the other
slave's thighs and the same in reverse. Monica could feel her hair being
laced into a ponytail and the addition of a long leather strap dangling from
the end. The leather was fed above her, through a pulley and back down
between her legs. Careful adjustment was made so that the length held
Monica's head just above the other slave's clit. Finally, the other end was
connected to Monica's clit ring. She quickly realized she must hold her head
up to avoid a painful yank on her clit. She assumed the same was happening
to the girl beneath her from the whimpers she could hear. The cables that
held their limbs wide suddenly tightened, removing any slack from their
bodies until they both cried in pain from the force. Monica's head bobbed
down, pulling harshly on her new clit ring and she cried out, forcing her
head back up.
"OK, slaves. Here's the task," the other girl's master spoke. "The first
slave to bring the other to orgasm will win. The loser will spend the rest
of the evening on the punishment pole." Monica had seen the dreaded device
earlier. Her master had described its use fully to enhance her fear. It was
a simple device. A long, adjustable pole was fitted with a large rubber
dildo that increased in width closer to the base. The idea was to force the
dildo up the slave's ass, then strap her ankles to a sliding ring around the
base, removing any ability to support herself. The huge device would slowly
force its way deeper into her anus, causing great pain. Monica had never
even had anal sex, and even her doctor's examination was painful. She
dreaded the thought of sitting on that pole. But she knew she would be faced
with great pain to force her head down far enough to lick this slave's clit.
Though her face was close, the four inches to reach would pull mercilessly
on her clit. But she had little choice. The other master started the contest
with a clap and she could feel the other slave already at work on her pussy.
The sensation was amazing. The girl seemed well versed at using her tongue
and despite the cries of pain Monica could hear from the slave, she could
tell she was also well trained. Monica would have to hurry to avoid losing
in moments. She could already feel a wave of warmth overtake her as her clit
responded to the soft touch after the torturous piercing earlier.
Monica forced he head down, screaming out loud as the pleasure was replaced
by a searing pain. But she could just reach out with her tongue to taste the
hairless pussy. The pull of the strap yanked the slave's clit away from her
tongue, forcing her to reach farther. It was an evil game of who could pull
harder on their own, as each time one pulled to reach the other, they pulled
their own clit away. They could hear the voices of the men in the room as
they decided that the slaves needed motivation. Without warning, a wide
leather strap swung down on Monica's back, sending lances of pain through
her body, her head yanked up automatically as tears burst anew from her
eyes. She felt a second blow land and she nearly fainted. The lack of
tension on her own clit allowed the other slave to access her entire clit,
sucking on it and swirling her tongue. Monica could feel an orgasm building,
replacing the pain of the lashes. She dropped her head quickly, managing to
encompass the slave's clit in her mouth. The sudden touch caused the other
slave to lift her head from Monica's pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Two
hard straps to her back brought her face back to Monica.
For ten minutes the torment continued. Both slaves had learned to accept the
pain in an effort to win. A whisper across the room brought one of the men
over with a new device. The cables slacked slightly and Monica's torso was
lifted. A small wood board was set down beneath her breasts and she was
lowered back down. Immediately Monica tried to pull off the board.
"I see you like our new addition. This is a board with a series of nail like
objects protruding from it. The board is double sided, just for added
pleasure. Not that you should be concerned, but the nails will not pierce
your skin. If you wish to lose the bet, you will be allowed to force your
breasts off the nails. But the pole awaits the loser."
Monica could feel another board added between the other slave's breasts and
her stomach. The pain was excruciating. Despite what the masters said, it
felt like the nails cut deeply into her skin. Her large breasts compressed
against the sharp objects even when she held herself up. But if she were to
go back to attempting to win the bet, she would have to force her breasts
down hard on the nails. She was amazed when she felt the slave beneath her
reach her clit again. She had been very well endowed, Monica had suspected
her master had forcibly increased her breast size, and she could imagine the
pain she must be feeling. Already, Monica could feel the nails on her
stomach cutting deeply into her. Another wave of warmth spread over her and
she knew she was close to losing the bet. With renewed effort, Monica pushed
down hard on the board, pulling hard on her own clit to reach the other
slaves. Tears flowed heavily as she tried not to scream in pain as she
pushed her mouth over the slave's clit. Licking furiously, she learned
quickly what technique might bring this other girl to the quickest orgasm.
Her breasts felt like they had been pierced a hundred times and she was sure
she felt blood trickling down her side. But she continued. It only took a
few minutes before the other slave could not longer hold her head in place
and she screamed in orgasm beneath Monica.
Casino
Part 5
By Thndrshark
Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature.
It is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to
view this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark
Gina loved being a mistress. She had been offered the 19-year-old as her
slave after the brutal whipping left the girl unconscious. She had accepted,
having her placed in heavy chains, then led her over to the Port-a-Potties.
After finding an available one, she forced the girl to kneel down in the
position. The heavy rubber straps encircled her body, locking it into
immobility. She loved the panicked look the girl had on her face as she
realized what she was about to become. With a devilish grin, Gina made sure
the string to the bell was disabled discreetly. New tears sprang from the
young girl's eyes as she realized Gina's plan. Without the string to ring
the bell, she could not end the ordeal. Gina caressed her body as she sat at
the bottom of the toilet, chained into immobility. Twisting her nipple hard
she whispered, "Welcome to your real punishment, slave. I'll be back for you
in a few hours." With that she released her nipple and fitted the basin
funnel into position. Rubber blocks fit between her teeth, forcing her mouth
to hold open wide. A rubber and steel strap fit over her open mouth. The
base of the funnel clicked into position, adjusted perfectly to deposit
waste onto the girl's tongue. The rubber strap connected to the funnel,
sealing its edges to prevent any escape. To test the theory, Gina unzipped
her catsuit and squatted over the basin. She could see between her legs as
her urine swirled down the clear plastic and into her new slave's mouth. She
could hear faint choking but the straps allowed for no motion. With no where
to go, the girl was forced to swallow the piss, or leave it on her tongue.
Gina watched and after a moment she could see the girl's throat work. She
zipped up again and waved to her tortured property. Slipping out of the
potty. As she exited, she held the door open for an anxious man, clutching
his crotch.
The debt slaves were actively on display now. Their chained and blindfolded
bodies were being prodded and poked by various prospective buyers. Cindy
couldn't stand to feel these faceless strangers touching her, squeezing her
breasts, pinching a nipple. Several had forced their fingers deep into her
pussy, testing her tightness, no doubt. She had finally gotten over her
panic but now dreaded her fate in the next few hours. She knew she would be
sold to some horrible master, or even mistress, who might or might not let
her work off her debt then release her. She could tell by the many hands
that these owners were not playing a game, but rather taking the selection
process much more serious.
As Gina walked away from the toilet, she pulled out the card the attendant
had given her. She was getting tired and her feet, unaccustomed to high
heels, were ready for a rest. Making her way across the room, she caught
sight of the stage and the preparations being made for the auction. On a
whim, Gina decided to swing by and see what might be had for the roll of
fake money she had in her pocket. As she walked by the bound and blindfolded
subjects, she caught sight of something familiar. A card pinned on a pole
above a blonde with large breasts was the name Cindy. Gina was shocked to
see her friend bound on her knees as a slave for sale. She could see that
her nipples had met with some serious torture recently. Perhaps she had done
poorly at the games. She smiled at the evil thought that was formulating in
her head. She could buy Cindy for Monica and herself. The idea of having
Cindy's big breasts to punish, or of forcing Cindy to suck her clit was
almost too much for Gina to stand. She knew her friend couldn't see her so
she took the chance to run her rubber-covered hands across her friend's
form. Cindy gasped when the cool latex touched her breasts. Gina felt her
friend's skin, pushing up on her 38D breasts to feel their weight. Suddenly
she grabbed her left nipple and pulled up hard. With a quick twist she
dropped the breast back. Sliding her hand down Cindy's stomach, she slipped
two fingers deep into her friend's shaved pussy. Then she moved being her
and placed her fingers against Cindy's asshole, forcing them in harshly.
Gina was wet from the idea of dominating her friend. She pulled out her
fingers and quickly removed Cindy's gag. Before she could respond, Gina
shoved her fingers into Cindy's mouth, forcing her to suck them clean, then
replaced the gag. For fun, she forced the ball even deeper into her mouth
and lashed the strap on tighter. As she walked away she smiled.
Monica sat again on her knees beside her master. She had been rebound with
her wrist and elbows touching behind her. She could see out of the corner of
her eye the results of her victory. The redheaded slave was in pain as she
struggled to stay upright on the huge dildo pole stuck up her ass. All the
men had taken turns whipping her tits once she was in place, then her master
had fed fishhooks through her nipples. Attaching a thin cable to them, it
had been fed up through a pulley and back down to her tongue ring. Her only
support was the tension between the harsh hooks embedded in her nipples and
the strain on her tongue. Her body was a wash of red welts from the brutal
whipping. Monica felt bad for causing the girl so much pain, but knew she
would never be able to stand the torture the young girl was experiencing.
Worse yet, Monica could now see the depths at which her master and his
friends played. She had not believed it could get much worse, once the pain
of her new piercings had subsided somewhat. Now she was fearful of the
future ahead of her.
As the game got under way once more, the door slid open to allow in a new
player. She knew she would be punished if she raised her head to look, but
Monica could tell it was someone unusual. She watched out of the corner of
her eye as two latex clad legs on towering heels sauntered by. The men were
quite gracious, holding the mistress's chair for her. Monica could hear the
woman's voice now. It sounded strangely familiar, but with a sense of
control and dominance that sounded out of place. She knew she had to wait
for an opportunity to catch sight of this mysterious woman.
"You just missed the entertainment, madam," Monica's master said. "My slave
and that one over there put on quite a show."
"I can see who the loser is," Gina commented. She hid her shock at the
tortured young girl. It only took a moment before the sight of her on the
pole made her wet again. "But I'm interested in poker."
"Well, you've come to the right place." The cards were dealt and the game
begun. For an hour the game and talk bantered back and forth. Gina again
proved to be a winner, raking in her share of the pot. Conversation began to
wander to other, more interesting topics.
"Madam, I am surprised to see you without a slave tonight," one of the older
men commented.
"I do have a slave here tonight, but she is doing her duty at the toilets
right now," Gina said. She looked at her newly dealt cards. A possible
straight with face cards. She put in $5,000 to start the bidding. Two others
folded at that move but the other three stayed in.
"Please forgive the questions of an old man," he apologized, raising her bid
by $1,500. "Does she enjoy being a toilet?"
"I didn't ask," Gina smiled, matching the raises and asking for two cards.
" She's only 19. She was a gate crasher that was captured. I'm sure she
expected to find a concert or something. I don't think she is enjoying
herself!" The room laughed at the thought. Monica grimaced at the idea of a
young girl being used as a toilet against her will. Gina glanced at her new
cards and was secretly pleased. She had gotten her straight. She bet another
$5,000. One man folded but Monica's master raised again. Another $3,500.
Gina was sure he was bluffing and raised him again. Another man folded, "Too
rich for me," leaving Gina and Monica's master.
"Let's make this more interesting, what do you say," he asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"If I win, you become my slave for a week," he offered, a sly smile on his
face.
"And if I win?"
"You can have my slavegirl." Gina glanced down at her cards and back up.
"Agreed. Call." The man laid his cards down, face up, showing a straight
as well, Jack high. Gina laid her cards down on his. "King high," she said
blandly. The room broke into applause as the others congratulated Gina. Gina
pulled in her cash, estimating she had close to $100,000 now. As she
organized her money, she felt a tap on her shoulder. The man held out a
chain leash. At the end of it a young girl sat on her knees, face down.
"I believe this is yours." Gina nodded and took the chain. She reached down
and lifted the slave's chin. Gina was shocked to find Monica. She was amazed
at the change she had undergone in the few short hours since they had been
betting at the table. She was heavily pierced, and chained, in a wide collar
that seemed riveted on her neck. But more than that, Monica's entire
personality had changed. No longer the confident soon-to-be-model, she now
looked the role of a true submissive. Even her position was correct; knees
apart to show her newly shaved pussy and a shiny ring through her clit, back
straight, chin down, ankles crossed. Gina was glad she was wearing her cat
mask. She quickly dropped the slave's chin. As if timed, an announcement
came over the speaker system, announcing the impending auction. Gina took
the chance and excused herself. She watched as Monica struggled onto her
toes shoes, admiring how beautiful her friend's body looked with the shiny
rings adorning her body, then yanked on the leash and headed for the door.
Casino
Part 6
By Thndrshark
Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature.
It is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to
view this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark
The auction was packed but Gina was ushered to special seating at the front
of the audience. She loved the looks she got as people admired her body and
that of her slave's. She was flushed with excitement. She had never imagined
the night might end this way, with one of her beautiful friends behind her
on a leash and another just waiting to be purchased. She was excited to own
Monica for awhile but was more excited at the chance to get back at Cindy
for so many years of being treated as a second class citizen. She was just
now thinking through the ramifications of what had happened. She would now
take advantage of her family money. First she would lease a large house on
the outskirts of town, then equip it with a wide selection of dungeon
equipment. She was wet again just thinking about the prospects of owning and
keeping her friends as slaves. It was all a dream to her, but one that she
didn't want to wake up from. As she sat in the chair, she noticed it was
strangely equipped with a hole in the center of the pad and a space
underneath.
"If I may suggest, mistress," the attendant suggested, motioning to Monica.
Gina glanced down the row to another mistress a few seats away and could see
how her slave had been "installed" under the chair in a position to service
her. Gina smiled at the thought of forcing Monica to suck her pussy while
she purchased their friend Cindy as a slave. She nodded to the man and he
set about strapping Monica into place.
The crowd gathered quickly to see the sale. They could just see the slaves
bound off stage, waiting to be led onto stage for sale. Blindfolds had been
removed though ball gags and arm bondage still remained. Each had a leash
connected to their collars and an attendant waiting to lead them center
stage. Monica could not see Cindy in the long line, but the end disappeared
far behind stage. There must have been 20 slaves, mostly female, being sold
tonight. The attendant beside her tapped her shoulder and offered her seat
again. Gina looked down to see Monaco's face fit perfectly through the hole
in the pad. Rather than having to reach with her tongue, her mouth actually
stuck up above the pad. Gina unzipped the lower zipper of her catsuit and
aimed her wet pussy onto Monica's waiting mouth. As she got comfortable, she
was handed a short paddle. She looked down to see Monica's pussy held wide
open by a spreader bar between her knees. Her ankles had been bound back to
her thighs, giving her full access to the newly shaved crotch of her friend.
"For encouragement," the attendant smiled and said, then walked off. Gina
shivered again with excitement. She could feel Monica halfheartedly licking
her wet pussy so she gave her pussy a sharp crack with the strap. She could
hear Monica grunt beneath her then redouble her efforts with her tongue.
Gina smiled and sat further down on her captive friend's mouth.
The auction seemed to last hours. By the time Cindy was marched on stage,
Gina had seen at least 12 slaves, all of which had been purchased for an
average price of $30,000. At the same time, Monica had brought Gina to
orgasm at least five times. Each time, Monica tried to stop but the strap
ensured she continue. Now Gina slouched in her seat, pushing her asshole
onto Monica's tongue, encouraging her friend to push her tongue deep in her
anus.
Gina had been tempted twice to purchase another slave. She certainly had
enough money and the two slaves were very enticing. The first was a girl
seemingly only 16 years old. A shaved pussy and pigtails added to the
feeling of youth. But it was the bobby socks and schoolgirl outfit that
inspired her to thoughts of ownership. She was excited about owning slaves
and thought that a young one might be fun to train. But she passed after a
moment of thought. Reality came crashing down on her to a degree. She
realized if she were to really keep Monica and Cindy as her slaves, she
would have her hands full anyway. She turned to look through the crowd for a
moment, catching sight of Monica's old master. She would have to exchange
numbers with the handsome man before the night was through. She needed both
his experience and strength to properly break the two girls.
Cindy brought about the highest bidding. Her slim waist, athletic form and
large breasts seemed to interest quite a number of bidders. Gina won the bid
for $45,000. The auction soon ended and she released Monica to follow her as
she went to pick up her new toy. As the two saw each other, Cindy broke out
crying, though Monica only lowered her head. She was quickly met by another
attendant.
"Mistress, can I assist in transporting your slaves tonight?"
"I don't understand," Gina said.
"We discourage our dominants from simply walking out with slaves in tow.
It gives the club a bad name," he said. "I can offer to pack them up and
ship them to you later today, if you like." Gina realized it was 2 a.m. now.
She had a long list of things to do, starting with leasing the house. She
realized she had no place to keep her new slaves until then.
"Can you pack them and hold them until I call?"
"Certainly, mistress," he said, making a note on a card. "And would you like
soft packing or extreme?" Gina had no idea what he meant, but she was tired
of acting like a newbie.
"Extreme, of course," she said, handing the leashes to the man. He handed
her a receipt and led the girls off. It was then that Gina remembered
something, heading off through the crowd.
The 19-year-old was delirious. Her stomach had been full for several hours
and the basin was full above her. Her mouth was filled with excrement that
she could no longer swallow. Her eyes, red from endless crying, were now dry
and pained. She no longer had any tears left. When the light cracked once
again, she was almost relieved to see her mistress enter the stall. Gina
took the available hose and washed her young slave off, then unbound her
from the toilet position. The girl was shaky but Gina forced her to stand up
as she finished washing her body down. She quickly strapped on a new gag and
collar and led her third slave out of the stall.
By the time Gina found the shipping room, Monica and Cindy had been almost
fully strapped into their painful positions in the crates. Their large
breasts had been used for support. Thin leather straps had been wound around
the base of their breasts then the lose ends connected to a ring at the
front of the crate. Their long hair was weaved with a piece of leather and
the strand was fed through a ring behind them, then pulled taught until
their heads were pulled back hard and their breasts were pulled away from
their chests. A steel dildo had been fed form the bottom of the crate into
each of their asses, with a matching dildo pushed down their throats. They
rested in their identical positions, waiting for the final side to be nailed
in place. Gina examined them carefully, enjoying the pain they were in.
Finally, Gina reached behind her head and undid the mask over her eyes. She
peered into the cases, letting recognition cross Monica and Cindy's faces.
At first they seemed relieve but they quickly realized that Gina was
smiling. Panic crossed their faces at identical moments.
"Funny how things turned out, huh ladies?" Gina smiled again. "Monica,
you'll be my favorite slave. I sure like how you sucked my pussy and ass
earlier. But Cindy, I think you'll be my practice slave. With you I can
learn the art of punishment." She reached into Cindy's crate and patted her
new slave on the head. "I hope you can stand a lot of pain."
Gina handed her young slave off to the attendant for similar packing and
headed back inside to change. She had a lot to do before she started her
life as a mistress.
The End
Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark