Casino
Part 4

By Thndrshark
Story (c) 1999 Gwendoline Photography/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.



End of Chapter 4 Story (c) 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark

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