Message-ID: <22458asstr$948813002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: thndrshark@aol.com (Thndrshark) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20000124230433.00351.00000580@ng-ch1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Casino by Thndrshark (bd, sm, latex, tor... and more fun stuff) Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 10:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Casino By Thndrshark Part 1 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. 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. End of Part 1 Stay tuned for Part 2, or visit my free website for this and my other stories, as well as some others! http://www.gwenmedia.com/Thndrshark.htm Feel free to e-mail me at Thndrshark@aol.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+