Casino
Part 5

By Thndrshark
Story (c) 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.



End of Chapter 5 Story (c) 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark

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