THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 4
In a small village of Northern French Corsica was a small shop owned by "Le Chien". In English, "The Dog" sounded like a scoundrel, but in the small village it was an affectation. A short, squat man with a jolly personality, he was beloved by his village, unlike the strangers who were slowly beginning to move in.
It was a prime resort area, as yet untapped. A few continental French had bought nearby property, a small inn was established in the village and a small, embryonic tourist trade was just beginning to appear.
With new money came the usual number of spoiled kids. Two of them started the chain of events which would forever change the life of our heroine of the moment, Nanette.
At nineteen years of age, Nanette was beautiful. A face like Brigitte Bardot’s on a body like Marilyn Monroe's, coupled with pure innocence. Her first time in the village, she wanted to buy a quart of milk.
As she approached the store, two young males were entering. She walked in seconds later, right behind them.
One of the males withdrew a gun and pointed it at "Le Chien". The other picked up a paper bag and instructed the man to fill it with cash. Le Chien pressed the hidden silent alarm button with his toe then started babbling and stalling for time. Nanette, oblivious, was exploring the dairy products case.
The gun-wielding youth, tired of the stall tactics, cocked his revolver and said, "Fill the bag now, or I'll shoot you and do it myself!" Le Chien reached into the cashbox, and pulled out his own revolver.
Shocked, the youth hesitated before responding for perhaps half a second. Le Chien fired once, hitting him in the head and knocking him across the room. His gun landed at Nanette's feet.
Nanette, shocked, unaware of what was going on, picked up the gun, just as Le Chien shot the second youth through the heart.
Nanette screamed, still holding the gun.
At that instant, the police burst through the door, saw Nanette holding the gun and quickly disarmed her, handcuffing her hands behind her back.
As one officer began dragging her out the door, she barely heard Le Chien telling the officer, "I shot two of them; I thank you for stopping the third before she killed me..."
She was thrown into the back seat of a police car, one of two in use by the six members of the local constabulary. Her ankles were shackled and, to her greater shock, a cloth bag was placed over her head and strapped tightly around her neck.
She was wearing only a blue dress and sandals. Several buttons had ripped open on the dress during the struggle, exposing the swell of her breasts. She was helplessly exposed to the eyes of her captors as well as to their hands which explored her shackled body liberally during the short ride.
Still in emotional shock, she could not follow most of the conversation in the car. She did catch a few phrases: "Oui, her body would be acceptable"; "Le Chien may deserve a percentage", and "Let us hope Monsieur LeDuc lets us use her before she is sold". She soon passed out.
She awakened in the jail. Still handcuffed, ankles shackled, seated in a chair. Captain LeDuc, the local Gendarme and Chief Magistrate, stood before her, observing that portion of her body revealed by her torn dress intently.
"Wh-why am I here?"
"You know that as well as I do, Madamoiselle. You are being jailed for armed robbery and attempted murder."
"But, I am innocent! Didn't the shopkeeper explain?"
"Of course. You are as innocent as the morning sun. But your guilt would be much more useful to us all."
"What do you mean?"
"If you wish, you can defend yourself in court, be convicted and executed. I am also the local judge."
"How could you do this? I have done nothing!"
"Of course. But with Le Chien's testimony and my two officers as witnesses, your conviction will be upheld."
"But how would that be useful to you?"
"You are quite beautiful. Your beauty is a valuable commodity to some people."
"Please, what are you going to do?" Her fear grew rapidly now as the truth was slowly revealed.
"You are going to be sold. Your sale will make me wealthy, and certain other people here will also benefit comfortably from the proceeds."
Nanette lost what little self-control she had left. She released a pitiful scream, "No-o-o!", and bolted towards the door, still handcuffed and shackled.
With a quick flash of his hand, LeDuc delivered a powerful backhand to her face, knocking her down.
"Please realize, Madamoiselle: your life, at least the life you are familiar with, is over. You are now a prisoner and you will soon become a slave, or worse. You are incapable of resisting these events in any way and will be punished severely and painfully if you persist in such foolishness. You will never be free again. In fact, it may be months before you are allowed clothes, if ever."
LeDuc took a pair of scissors from a drawer and approached her. Blubbering and crying, Nanette tried crawling away, in fear. He shook his head at her, disgusted, then lowered a rope which ran through a pulley from the ceiling, one equipped with a snap-hook at its end.
"We are very modestly equipped in this small place, unlike the larger place to which you will be sold. But our meager tools are more than enough to accomplish our purposes."
He grabbed one of her feet and connected his rope to the shackle still locked upon her ankle. He then removed the chain from her shackles entirely.
"Flee now, pretty girl, if you insist!" He laughed, now enjoying her hopeless plight.
Struggling somewhat, still dazed by the blow to her face, she made it to her knees and started again crawling towards the door. LeDuc started slowly taking in the rope, dragging her back to the center of the room underneath the pulley. Eventually, her ankle was raised over four feet from the floor, leaving her weight supported partially by her shoulders and her legs spread obscenely wide.
"Ah, I find this much more attractive and certainly more entertaining!" Nanette could only cry in horror, and cry yet louder when LeDuc again approached her with the scissors.
"The little lady likes to make the sweetest music with her screams. Please, do not stop!" He started with the sleeves of her dress, cutting them up to the neckline, baring her shoulders. As she continued to cry in fear, he then cut from the hem of her skirt, which was drawn up to her hips by her widely splayed legs, all the way up to her neckline. She screamed again, now in shame, as the dress fell away from her body completely, leaving her clad only in the sheerest bra and panties.
"The treasure grows more beautiful as we unwrap it! You truly are a very saleable commodity!"
She continued to struggle, futilely, as LeDuc cut her two bra-straps, then the front of her bra, causing it to drop away and fully expose her perfect breasts. He bent down and caressed them with his hands, then kissed each nipple gently, as she tried to avoid his touch. "Such jewels to decorate such a beautiful treasure. Let us see the rest!"
With that, he gripped her panties and simply tore them, roughly, from her body. Nanette closed her eyes and wailed in shame. Her ankle still hung from the ceiling and her legs remained widely spread, causing her now fully-exposed pussy to gape open.
LeDuc stepped around her to gain a more advantageous position from which to view her most prized possession. Nanette, understandably, attempted to kick at him with her free leg.
"Tsk, tsk. Madamoiselle still does not appreciate the helplessness of her position. I will help her to remember her situation." A second rope was quickly lowered and attached to her free ankle. Hoisting it up, Nanette found, to her shame, that her fully opened pussy was facing the front door. Her ass hung several feet in the air and only her head, shoulders and handcuffed wrists touched the floor.
LeDuc opened a drawer and took from it a cat-o-nine tails. Nanette had never seen one, but she understood fully that it was meant to cause great pain. He stood at her head.
"Madamoiselle must learn not to resist. Allow me to show you what resistance earns."
He struck her left breast, then her right, alternating quickly for a dozen strokes. She screamed helplessly, writhing in pain.
"The more you resist, the worse your situation gets and the more it becomes impossible to resist."
He then struck her crotch. The tails drew a line of pain from her asshole all the way to her clitoris. Another dozen strokes, all without pause, left her screaming uncontrollably, her body still obscenely exposed and now sweating profusely.
He stood away from her for a moment then began to circle her slowly, enjoying her suffering.
Standing directly between her legs, he stared down into her eyes waiting for them to open again through her tears. When they did, she looked back up at him with renewed fear. Wordlessly, he smiled down at her and started unbuttoning his pants.
She stared back at him wild-eyed and began screaming with horror as he withdrew his rampant cock.
"Please, Madamoiselle, now you may resist all you wish. In fact, I encourage it, as it will only increase the pleasure I am about to take from your body." With that, he plunged his cock into her open pussy.
Again, she screamed wildly, rocking her entire body from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the unavoidable. She was a most unwilling participant in the exchange, but that was irrelevant. LeDuc took what he wanted. His orgasm arrived in a mere minute or two; her pleasure was unimportant to him.
Almost through a haze, she heard him use the police radio to summon the other two officers. Seemingly seconds later, they came through the door and were greeted by the sight of her freshly-used cunt. For the brief seconds the door was opened, her nakedness was visible from clear across the street.
Few words were exchanged except for the appropriate trading of lewd remarks by the two newcomers. LeDuc remained silent. The two new pairs of hands explored her body freely, sometimes painfully. The cat was again brought out and played across her body by both men bringing forth new screams.
Now fully aroused, their cocks were brought forth. One forced its way into her ass, renewing her screams. The second knelt at her face.
She looked at him in horror, momentarily unclear as to what he wanted. He squeezed her breast meaningfully with one hand while using the other to grip her hair, steering her face to the right angle to suck him. Now, fully broken and again crying, she opened her mouth and allowed him to fuck her throat at will.
Two or three minutes later, the man in her ass exploded, filling her with a hot load of come. The one in her mouth took a bit longer as he tried to draw out his pleasure, but soon he too exploded, filling her mouth with his load and covering her face.
Both men left almost immediately. She continued to hang in place, exposed, humiliated and broken, for a long time, feeling only her pain and the steady drip of sperm draining from her three holes. LeDuc continued doing his paperwork at his desk, only occasionally looking up at her, enjoying her suffering.
Over an hour later, LeDuc rose and donned his jacket. Nanette looked up in anticipation, hoping he would relieve her tortured body by at least lowering her ankles. But, no. The light was extinguished and he locked the door behind him.
Somehow, she slept. She awoke to the door opening again and LeDuc entering and turning on the light. She begged, ''Please, I can't feel my feet, I..."
LeDuc retrieved her torn panties from the corner where they had been thrown. He wiped them through her crotch, still soaked from the use of the men, then stuffed them in her mouth. Tearing a strip of cloth from her now useless dress, he bound her panty-gag in place. "Now, you must be silent. For what follows, your screams will not be permitted."
He made a telephone call. She did not hear all of it, but she remembered LeDuc mention a Monsieur "Morgan", a very large number of American Dollars, a reference to a truck meeting a plane and something about "...giving her the usual shot before crating her for shipment."
Now truly petrified, she watched him fill a syringe with an unknown substance and approach her again.
He injected it into her arm and she immediately felt dizzy. He then walked to his position at her still-spread cunt and again produced his erect cock. As she watched helplessly, losing consciousness rapidly, he entered her ass. She moaned with the renewed pain. The last thing she remembered before passing out completely was LeDuc's voice: "Enjoy this, cunt, your last taste of the real world. When you awaken again, you will have entered Hell itself."
He pumped his second load of the night into her ass, and she lost consciousness.
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