THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 15
Bill and Margo Demling arose early, ready to begin an ambitious day of gambling at the Casino.
Margo dressed ready for action in a bustier which left her nipples exposed, shoes with skyscraper heels, crotchless panties and a sheer nightgown to cover it all. Bill chose a posing pouch, loose cotton pants and a satin bathrobe. In the Casino crowd, both would be considered dressed typically for the gaming tables.
They had ordered a slave to serve them overnight. After a considerable time spent using and abusing the slave, she was placed in the hanging cage overnight. They woke her, brought her to the floor and instructed her to give them both a good-bye suck, but not bring them to orgasm. She complied beautifully, dressed only in her collar. Her hands remained locked behind her as they had been since the previous evening. They left her chained, hands over her head outside their room door, telling her trainers that she had performed “Passably”. She was picked up by the house staff several hours later.
They ate a brief breakfast in one of the small restaurants the hotel provided, then went to the games.
"What do you think, Margo? I kind of feel like taking some time to feel out the place rather than just plunging in."
"I don't know. I'm itching to bet some money. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to look first."
Their looking took about five seconds, before they were confronted by a punishment in progress. A slave was bound naked in an inverted spread-eagle under the watchful eyes of her Mistress. Her body was already generously welted, including her pussy and breasts.
A thick candle had been inserted deep into her cunt. It had been lit. Every few seconds, a drop of wax would drip down the side of the candle and land in her welted crotch. Her cunt-slit and ass were already covered with wax. As the candle grew shorter, each drop was hotter as it hit bottom. Every few seconds, a moan of pain escaped the slave's lips.
Bill approached the Mistress and asked, "What's she wired for?"
With a chuckle, the Mistress explained, "She was ordered to submit to the hand caresses of a couple. They had a particularly degrading attitude about them, but still, a slave must submit. This one didn't. She struggled and knocked over a candelabra, spilling wax onto the female abusing her at the time. This punishment was her idea. Amusing, don't you think?"
"Yes, it shows originality, as well as poetic justice." Actually, Bill was fantasizing how his wife might react to such a punishment. She had definitely been getting bitchy as the trip drew near...
"Bill, over here!"
He joined his wife at, much to his surprise, something labeled "Slut Machines". Each one had a female slave bound above it, naked and legs spread. "Let's try, Bill!"
Stakes were set in five-dollar multiples, one dollar per play. They took ten dollars each, same machine, and took turns. Wins granted a variety of privileges with the assigned slave. If no wins occurred during the stake, the player could be subjected to whipstrokes or forced to eat the slave out for a short time, among other possibilities.
"OK, Margo, I'm game." They put up their stakes and each got ten tokens for the machine. A supervisor stood by to enforce the rules. Margo pulled the lever, hard, and was delighted to see a large dildo rise up out of the machine as she did so, penetrating the cunt of the bound slave, causing her to moan deeply.
"Isn't that great!" Margo was amused.
Bill played his first. The dildo was mechanically connected to the lever. The harder the lever was pulled, the more forcefully the dildo would be driven into the slave.
Margo lost. By the time the tenth token went in, she was visibly angry. To make matters worse, Bill scored minor wins with a pair of whips on both his eighth and ninth plays.
The supervisor came over to assist in the payoffs. "First time, eh?"
"Yes! How did you know?" Margo was scowling.
"No matter. For your loss, you get stripped to the waist, handcuffed and suck off this slave pig for ten minutes. Your hubby won the right to give her ten strokes with a quirt."
Margo removed her nightgown, still scowling, and rolled down the top of her bustier, revealing herself to her navel. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her, a collar was attached and its ring clipped to the machine, bringing her face forcefully into the pussy of the bound slave. The supervisor pulled the lever extending the dildo into the slave's cunt and slipped a catch to hold it in place, fully buried. This opened the slave's cunt around Margo's nose and caused it to protrude more onto her face.
"Now, start licking, loser, or you'll be getting a bit of the whip yourself!"
Bill was handed his quirt. He decided to space his strokes evenly through the ten minutes to enhance the effect. He swung the first one hard, bringing out a loud groan from the slave, whose cunt poked out still further into his wife's mouth in response.
Three or four minutes along, right after Bill's fourth stroke to the slave's ass, his wife appeared to get upset. She attempted to turn her head and bitch, but was caught completely off guard by a single full-strength stroke of the supervisor's cat on her own pantied ass. "Arrgh!", was her only response, along with a few tears and a more cooperative tongue.
In between his eighth and ninth strokes, Bill came around and poked one finger briefly into his wife's cunt. Turning to the supervisor, he commented, "Y'know, I think my wife gets horny from being stripped and bound in public, while being whipped and forced to suck off a common slave-girl!" His wife growled angrily but kept on licking.
A short time later, both punishment and reward were completed. Margo's clothes were restored and she turned, angrily, to her husband.
"I'll get you, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"I'm sure you will! All you have to do is win..."
A slave on display caught their eye. In fact, it was the young Nanette. A sign posted over her kneeling body read, "Please, Masters, fuck my throat." Indeed, her deep-throat technique had not been up to par, so she had been assigned some homework at one-fourth the usual rates as punishment.
Bill was amused. "My word, what could possibly be wrong with such a beautifully fuckable face?" She moaned in her humiliation through the ring gag which held her mouth open and ready.
"Why don't you try her out, Bill?"
He lowered the top of his party-pants and pulled out his already erect cock. With no hint of gentleness, he pushed through her lips and the ring, forcing his way far into her throat with a handful of her hair to angle her head for the deepest possible penetration. Nanette gagged a bit at the sudden invasion, but Bill quickly withdrew after about four or five strokes. "I dunno. She feels OK to me..." They turned and left her, as a solitary tear fell from her eye.
The roulette tables were next. Bypassing the standard tables, they immediately went to the special options table where several slaves awaited use as prizes. With so many possible options available to both winners and losers, an employee assisted them.
Their cards were inserted into the computer and their limits registered. A fifty dollar stake was selected by both, as well as possible rewards and penalties over a range of results. Remaining at the tableside terminal, they placed their bets by computer.
Margo lost her fifty dollars. Bill ran close to breaking even. The penalty they drew was something unique, even for the Casino. It was called the "Body Vise".
Margo was stripped and bound sitting astride a bench. Her neck was placed in a posture collar. Her back was against a vertical post at the end of the bench and her head was strapped in place. A ring gag was installed.
Bill, likewise stripped, stood astride the bench facing his wife. His hips were harnessed, strapped to a framework which would control his movements forward and backward. The head of his erect cock was placed in his wife's mouth.
Another mechanism was mounted to the bench behind Bill. A dildo, about an inch and a quarter in diameter and some eight inches long was mounted on the device. It was greased, then moved forward until its head penetrated Bill's ass.
Now, Bill was to bet from an additional twenty dollar stake, at one dollar per bet. He would remain bound until he either doubled his money, lost it all (In which case he would wear a cock cage for twenty-four hours), or came in his wife's mouth.
He placed his first bet. As he did so, his hip-harness started pumping him back and forth with a slow one-inch stroke. His bet lost, whereupon the dildo behind him moved forward an inch and began to pump in and out of his ass. A second bet was also lost. The dildo behind him moved again, now stroking him to a three-inch depth.
He considered carefully, bet again, and won. His hips moved an inch forward, now penetrating two inches into his wife's mouth; the dildo in his ass backed up to a two inch depth.
Some fifteen minutes later, his hips were stroking six inches, his cock penetrating seven inches into his wife's now-ravaged throat, the dildo burying itself a full eight inches on his backstrokes when, mercifully, he came.
The machine stopped. Margo swallowed. Bill, noting his bets, observed that he was a mere two losses away from the cock cage.
As they left the roulette tables, dressed again, Bill gave silent thanks for his good fortune. Margo silently vowed revenge.
They tried some Blackjack. They signed on for an hour's time with a fifty dollar limit.
The first loser was a young blonde girl who had bet the same fifty dollar stake, but with specific options on her win or loss. Having lost, she was stripped and hung by her thumbs for the rest of the hour. At the hour's conclusion, she would be whipped while hanging, twenty strokes with the cat.
A male bettor won. He would return later to get head from the dealer. The two seats remained empty.
Bill, to his chagrin, lost, with half an hour remaining. He was stripped, then strapped into the dealer's seat, his face under her cunt, his legs spread. He noticed the dealer was quite aroused, juiced heavily into his mouth and pumped constantly on his face.
Margo's luck came and went throughout the hour, but with minutes remaining, she won several hands, doubling her money, earning her the win.
The hour ended; payoffs were in order. Margo pulled the dealer aside and suggested, "Now about we work out a deal?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, first, you only eat me for a minute or two, to get me started. That guy who's coming in for you to suck, I'll let him fuck me instead. Then, with my pussy filled with his come, I'd love to sit on my husband's face!"
"Lady, that's the hottest idea I've heard all day! Unfortunately, the rules don't permit it. At the moment, I have to do all my own payoffs. I tell you what. You can watch me suck off the guy, then I'll eat you to a nice come, all sitting on your man's face. (He's pretty good with his tongue, by the way!) Then, I'll have to get up to whip that other pig hanging by her thumbs. There's nothing stopping you from sitting on his face then!"
Margo smiled and said, "Why not. I think I see an erection over there walking your way..."
"It figures he'd be a big one. Well, back to work!"
The man sat on the edge of the table. The girl, still sitting on Bill's face, began sucking him off. Margo noticed, also, the blonde bitch still hanging by her thumbs a few feet away, now in visible agony. As she watched the scene, she started fingering herself openly.
The dealer finished her suck-off. The man left, and she motioned Margo over. Margo came close, ostensibly to receive a kiss from the dealer, then noticed the girl hadn't swallowed the man's come.
Margo quickly took her position. The dealer thrust her tongue deep into Margo's cunt and succeeded in depositing the man's load inside. Margo smiled in anticipation and laid back flat on the table to avoid losing any of the precious fluid she would soon be depositing in her husband's mouth. Her orgasm came quickly, flooding her cunt with her own juice.
Done, the dealer picked up her cat and took position beside the agonized, hanging blonde. "OK, pig, time to pay the piper!" She swung, and the girl was spun around by the force of the blow. The dealer was careful to time and place her twenty strokes so that her entire body tasted the pain, front and rear. Her cries drew a fair audience.
As the whipping proceeded, Margo held her pussy-lips closed with two fingers and rose to look at her husband. Noticing one of the females observing them, she said to her, "You know, I think my husband gets horny from being bound naked in public and being forced to suck off strange women." His face showed his humiliation, especially as he remembered his own similar comments to his wife earlier. But suddenly, he was shocked, as his wife continued, "I wonder if it would also turn him on to suck a strange man's come out of his wife's pussy?" Now, he looked at her wide-eyed, as Margo released her fingers, and he clearly saw the white male fluid begin to ooze from her cunt, combined with her own juice.
Margo smiled down at him, viciously, and said, "Payback time, darling!" She sat full on his face, and he immediately began to taste the man's come. Totally humiliated, he was further degraded to hear his wife say, "Yes, it definitely makes him horny. His cock has been hard since he was strapped down, and now that he's tasting the mixed menu in my cunt, he's harder than ever!"
As his wife began pumping back and forth on his face, Bill resolved himself. Yes, he had asked for this, and now he was getting it. He sucked her clean and brought her to another orgasm with his tongue before she finally rose.
The dealer returned and freed Bill, returning his clothes. Margo reassured Bill, "No, I didn't fuck anyone. In fact, that come you swallowed came from the guy the dealer had to suck. The dealer brought it to me 'Special Delivery', you might say."
"It was a dirty trick, Margo, but I must admit it was a surprise!"
Inside, both Bill and Margo were keeping score. Right now, their little game was tied, even. But both of them were thinking about ideas on how to get a decisive win.
Poker was next. On either side of the table, losers were putting in punishment time. A couple, they resolved to win or lose together, with a one hundred dollar stake between them. Needless to say, they lost.
Both were naked, gagged, tied in standing spread-eagles. Both were blindfolded, butt-plugged and wore gentle nipple clamps that would be endurable for the two hours of their punishment.
She had her breasts bound with rope and wore a leather device that opened her pussy lips wide, exposing her clitoris. He wore several metal cock rings and a severe leather ball-stretcher.
At the end of the shift, they would be handcuffed on their knees and be forced to orally service several female dealers on a rotating basis for an additional two hours.
Bill and Margo eyed each other wordlessly. The stress of competition was building within them both to the point where it was on the surface. Each wanted to see the other take a fall and be subjected to some heavy-duty public punishment.
Bill suggested, "Let's get a supervisor over here. We both want the same game, and we both have a pretty good idea of what kind of stakes we have in mind."
"Agreed." The supervisor took them aside and keyed up both their computer files.
"How heavy do you want this to get? And how long a punishment for the loser?"
Bill offered, "Perhaps butt-plug and chastity belt for the loser, for a start."
"And the winner gets head from the loser. How about a setup for public suckoffs, several hours worth?"
"All right with me, Margo. How about whipstrokes?"
"Right, Bill. Say, three dozen with the crop?"
The supervisor was amused. They were both clearly pushing their limits, almost daring each other. And she could see visibly that Margo was a vindictive bitch, looking for trouble. She got agreement from them both, then reviewed the terms for them.
"You will play five-card Draw Poker against the house, table stakes. As soon as one of you wins or loses one hundred dollars, the game ends for both of you.
"The loser will be hung naked by the wrists and given three dozen strokes with a riding crop by the winner. Then, the loser will be chained kneeling, with butt-plug, posture collar and ring-gag, plus an appropriate chastity device, and forced to give head to anyone wishing to be sucked off. Bill, you would only service females while Margo would service both sexes.
"The winner will use the loser first. The loser will remain in punishment for four hours. Do you both agree?"
The challenge was on.
At first, Bill played conservatively while his wife slowly went about forty dollars in the hole. Then, Bill won a pot of over seventy dollars, putting a sincerely worried look on Margo's face.
Margo started betting heavier, lost a couple of large pots, then won several big ones in a row as Bill started losing.
Finally, Bill held a full house, Jacks over nines, with a large pot. Margo stayed in, even after the other hands folded. With just the two of them in the hand, Margo bet the pot limit.
Bill huddled over his full house, concerned. Margo was arrogant, but as a gambler, she wasn't suicidal. She had some cards.
He knew if he folded he would be barely a hand away from losing. Yet, if he stayed in and lost anyway, he would lose it all immediately. Still, he had to keep his bitch of a wife honest.
"Call!"
Margo smiled, her usual vindictive smile, and laid down four Queens. As Bill exposed his hand, defeated, Margo's smile became a grin. A very wide grin. Two supervisors stood beside Bill as Margo practically spat the words, "String up the cunt-sucker!"
He was stripped, his hands shackled in leather at his front. A medium sized butt-plug was greased and locked into his ass and a ball-stretcher buckled in place. As his hands were being hoisted and his feet left the floor, he saw his wife, still smiling, already holding the crop.
"Really, Bill", she said, caustically. "You're really going to have to learn how to gamble before you find yourself in over your head!" He heard a few chuckles around him, mostly female. As he hung, his shoulders already aching, an idea started forming in his head.
Margo swung. And swung again. He screamed by the third stroke. She was hitting him harder than she ever did at home, intentionally.
Bill swung gently by his wrists, screaming at almost every stroke. He noticed Margo pause momentarily, only long enough to sip on a Martini which had been brought to her. Then she continued, severely welting his plugged ass.
He lost count of the strokes long before she stopped. He did notice her winding up for another stroke as the supervisor stopped her. Yes, she would have even continued beyond the three dozen strokes agreed to if the supervisor did not intervene.
Still reeling from the pain of the whipping and the suspension, he didn't even notice the cock-cage being locked on his now-flaccid cock. He was lowered to the floor and, with leather straps, his lower legs were spread wide and bound in place. His wrists and elbows were both strapped together and drawn to the floor behind him, forcing him to bend, arching his back. The ring-gag forced his jaw open, and the posture collar fastened his head rigidly, immovably in place.
"Payback time, darling!" Margo stood before him, her cunt inches from his face. She masturbated openly before him with her right hand while she finished her drink with her left. Even through the haze of pain and humiliation, his cock was becoming erect again, now enclosed in the cock-cage which would punish his erection throughout the afternoon. Still, the image in his mind was becoming clearer all the time, although it had not quite taken distinct form yet.
Her drink gone, Margo stepped forward. Taking his hair in both hands, she fucked his face. He attempted to extend his tongue, but she sawed her cunt back and forth on his mouth so hard he could do nothing to affect her. He would simply be used.
At one point, she stopped, her upper cunt directly over his lips. She demanded, "Suck it hard, fuckface!" As he obeyed, she surprised him with a stream of piss into his mouth. She looked down at his shocked face, smiling right into his eyes, knowing that no one else would detect her violating his limits.
He swallowed, totally humiliated, helpless, degraded. He was effectively broken; yet, that image in his mind was starting to take definite form.
As his wife poured her victory over him, gloating, his expression changed. One moment, his eyes said, "You win, I submit, do with me as you will." Seconds later, they said, "You may have won this time. Next time, you're going down!"
She tightened her grip in his hair and returned to her rapid sawing motion on his face. "Suck me off, pig!", she screamed, angry now at his defiant eyes.
Her orgasm came quickly, fired by her anger. He knew she failed to stretch it out the way she would have liked. Yet, he also was aware of a line of women forming behind his wife.
Margo left quickly and wordlessly. The next cunt sat on his face so quickly, he saw nothing of her body above the navel. He only knew she was black, a heavyweight and already very wet.
She commanded, "Eat my pussy, white boy!", took hold of his hair, then buried him in her flesh.
He remained the full four hours and got little rest. His cock ached throughout, confined in its cage, and his balls remained on fire, feeling like the stretcher was tearing them from his body. And the plug in his ass, stimulating him constantly, allowed him no relief.
Yes, he lost. And he paid dearly for that loss for the full four hours.
Margo did not even show her face for the remaining time, preferring to leave him alone in his misery. For part of the time, she did have a legitimate excuse. She spent two hours next to the Roulette tables, paying off a loss while bound bent over on her knees, her ass available to any man wanting to use it. But, no matter. By the time Bill was released, his idea was crystal clear. While his wife continued to gamble, he made a phone call.
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