Message-ID: <19526eli$9902010428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) Subject: Casino part 5, by Thndrshark (F/f, nc, sm, bd, tor, etc.) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990131132841.09541.00002708@ng-cg1.aol.com> 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. End of Chapter 5 Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark comments or questions welcome to Thndrshark@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----