THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 17
Cara still had a problem. From her days on the street, through her days in prison, and now, as a Casino slave, Cara was a rebel with a bad attitude. On the streets it got her arrested. In prison, it got her punished, well-used and finally sold to the Casino. At the Casino, it earned her punishments which could stretch the imagination.
She rebelled regularly whenever her restraints gave her enough freedom to do so. She served well enough; her ass, pussy and mouth held no resistance to the required frequent use they earned a slave. Even in the rest-rooms, she drank whatever she was required to drink. The problem was with her responses to the guests themselves.
If she was simply commanded to suck and fuck, she did so. But guests always liked to embellish their use of slaves with verbal abuse, calling her "Pig", "Cunt" and the like. When she was humiliated that way, she fought back.
So her ass was rarely left without welts. She spent half her waking hours in bondage and much more time in a chastity belt, usually with a large plug in her ass.
Even now, she was wearing the belt and plug. She was bound kneeling in a remote corner of the Casino's main game room, her arms enclosed in a sheath which welded her elbows together; her head wore a severe rubber discipline helmet, one which left only her mouth and nose exposed. Her mouth was filled with an erect cock, one which was currently pumping her throat brutally as it approached orgasm.
Cara was a talented cocksucker. She brought him off easily and was careful to give him a gentle, soothing cleaning with her lips and tongue. She was not set up with either ring-gag or mouth wedges to force her mouth open, so she was able to serve him with all her oral talents, unimpeded. He left satisfied and complemented the staff.
Her rebellious nature had earned her the duty. Too often, she expressed reluctance or distaste when giving head, particularly when the cock or cunt she was required to suck bore evidence of recent use. So, working off the advice offered earlier by Mei-Ling, she was to be isolated, buried in her duty. She had been giving head for most of the day, with only one brief break to relieve the circulation in her sheathed arms.
Two cunts, then another cock, rode her mouth in turn. Cara did not speak, she sucked. She saw none of her abusers, and the pattern did not vary except for a rare whipstroke from a demanding guest. Some of her patrons were even other slaves, although Cara had no way to know their status. She could never tell if a cunt on her face was that of a slave, a guest or even one of the training staff. The cocks fucking her throat could belong to Casino patrons, employees or even Willis Morgan himself. Cara was not entitled to know. She could only suck and swallow.
She was greatly aroused. Her face bore the juice and sweat of many people, male and female. The odors were arousing, to say the least. She enjoyed sex, including oral sex. And the sizable plug in her ass was both a moderately uncomfortable reminder of her position and a humiliating stimulus. Her chastity belt not only concealed her plugged ass but prohibited anyone from getting near her own cunt, now, regrettably, empty.
Her arousal often sparked her temper. As a free woman, if a male lover would come too soon and withdraw before she got off, she would often grab him by the hair and make him finish the job with his lips and tongue. With females, she reacted just as vindictively, often smothering her lover's face until she was satisfied. Now, as a slave, she was not allowed such privileges. It was, in fact, the attempt to take such privileges that resulted in her being bound and used as she was.
Thus, the cock which was the catalyst for a soon-to-be-imposed increase in her suffering came as a most unfortunate surprise. Its owner had wanted to fuck the ass of a bound slave but had found her poorly fitted to the task. Now, displeased, he brought his extremely soiled cock to Cara to be cleaned and properly sucked.
As the man's failed ass-slave received the first of her punishment strokes from the staff, he drove his shit-soiled cock into Cara's mouth.
Cara tasted the shit immediately. Having been taken off guard, she resisted, trying to shake her head free. The gentleman, further angered, took hold of the convenient handles placed on Cara's discipline helmet for just this purpose and continued his efforts. Cara, out of control of her temper, bit down. Hard.
The man screamed in pain and, without releasing his grip on Cara's head, slapped her hard in the face through the helmet, to which she screamed loudly herself.
Several supervisors came quickly to the scene including Cara's own training Mistress. A rapid-fire exchange took place in which her guilt was established beyond question. Cara, hearing it all and realizing the gravity of her offense cried, "I'm sorry!" repeatedly, but to no avail.
The shift manager arrived on the scene moments later. It took seconds for her to get the facts of the case down and pronounce judgement. Hearing the upcoming penalties she would have to pay, Cara wailed, "Ple-e-ease, no!" The supervisor responded, "Cock-gag the cunt!" Cara moaned, but would speak no more.
She was hung in an inverted spread-eagle. Her chastity belt and plug were removed. The offended guest was handed a cat-o-nine tails and was invited to give the slave a thorough whipping on her pussy. Cara screamed through her gag on every stroke.
The cunt-whipping finished, she was left hanging for a full hour while the guest sat nearby enjoying the display.
When the hour ended, another chastity belt and butt plug were brought out. The plug was significantly larger than the one she had worn previously, and it was covered with stiff rubber spines. The gentleman was all too happy to aid in the insertion of the plug into her severely welted ass, to which Cara responded with pitiful screams.
The chastity belt was applied next. Naturally, it was a punishment belt, a severe one, lined with needlepoints. It was locked on very tight. Cara's screams were very entertaining to all concerned.
She was temporarily released, but only to be rebound for further punishment.
A device was rolled out on wheels. Cara was made to stand on a ramp and a heavy wooden bar was placed at her back. Her arms were brought behind it, then her wrists were bound in front of her waist. This caused her breasts to protrude beautifully, begging for abuse.
The offended guest stood at the other end of the device, holding the cat. Cara, not realizing what was in store, moaned in anticipation of pain soon to come. She did not wait long.
He swung the cat, a brutal stroke to her left breast. Cara screamed again, loudly and dramatically enough to raise a murmur of approval from the growing audience. Her breast was swung wildly from the force of the stroke and produced vivid welts.
Cara's body attempted to evade the stroke but only succeeded in stiffening her muscles against her severe bondage. The muscles encased within her chastity belt flexed hard, pressing painfully against the needle-lined leather. And her asshole, involuntarily contracting against the large, spined rubber cock penetrating her, punished itself as well.
She could not believe the pain from just the one stroke. In the midst of her disbelief, the second stroke fell, on her right breast.
The pattern of reaction was repeated, each and every stroke, for a full forty strokes, twenty on each breast. The whipping ended with Cara bathed in sweat, crying while still blinded by the discipline helmet which remained locked in place.
Her welted breasts were not done with their role in her punishment. A punishment bra was put on her, lined with needlepoints much like those in her chastity belt. It was locked on very tightly, so much so that every breath she took tortured her breast-meat, every move or twitch punctured her flesh. She began to cry continuously, begging for mercy. None was granted.
Still, her punishment was nowhere near done.
The dildo in her ass was already torturing her. Its spikes brought incessant pain to her, and she took great care not to move her legs. Every involuntary contraction of her ass made it feel like it was being torn apart. The few steps she was made to take to mount the punishment apparatus produced agony. So when the supervisor threw a switch activating the treadmill upon which she stood, and Cara was forced to begin walking, her screams began again, drawing an ever-increasing crowd.
Unknown to Cara, the offended guest she had bitten now stood on a small platform in front of her, his cock inches from her face. He noticed her mouth, still cock-gagged, was a bit low for his intentions. With a wave, he signaled the supervisor who turned a crank, raising the pole around which Cara's arms were bound by several inches. Now, she was walking on tip-toe, torturing her asshole, crotch, breasts and arms on every step.
Her cock-gag was removed. Able to speak for the first time since her torture began, she begged, "Please Mistress, I'll do anything!"
The Mistress responded with, "Yes, cunt, you will. And you will do so while being punished, not instead." Quickly, she pushed the rubber wedges into Cara's mouth. "You will start by properly sucking off the gentleman you mistreated. You will then continue working on any cock or cunt placed in your mouth until you are released. Then, we will see what you are willing to do!"
The man pushed his cock into her mouth. Cara was horrified to find that it was still shit-soiled, just as it had been before. Now, however, with her mouth wedged open, she was helpless to resist. And no matter what she did, her torture would continue. She cleaned him and soon swallowed his load.
Soon after he left, she found a cunt sitting on her face. Again, she would be forced to suck it off. Again, it was soiled. In fact, it had been fucked by a male only moments before.
Cara heard the laughter near her as she served and suffered. She understood. The staff was busy seeking out soiled cocks and cunts for her to suck; she would not be allowed anyone who was clean. All of them, being freshly used, would take much more time and effort to suck to orgasm. And here, her supply would be endless.
She was tortured on the treadmill for a continuous twenty-four hours. She did not sleep, although she was near total collapse as the time neared its end. Her pain never let up, although at times she hung limp by her arms on the pole to which she was bound, her toes idly dragging on the moving treadmill. The cocks continued fucking her throat, unimpeded by her exhausted mouth. The cunts simply buried her face, rubbing themselves to orgasm on her, draining their juices into her mouth which remained forced open by the wedges throughout.
Somehow, she survived her sentence. At its end she was taken down from the pole and treadmill and simply hogtied and chained at its base.
"Do you think you'll ever bite another cock, bitch?"
Horrified, even through her haze of exhaustion, Cara recognized the voice of the man she had bitten. With her mouth still wedged open, she could not speak.
He twisted up her head, still in its discipline helmet, to face him. He then started pissing--first in her mouth, then across her entire body.
She screamed, then started crying anew. His piss finished, he walked away, joined in laughter by several onlookers. She heard him say as he left, "No, I don't think she will..."
She spent the night chained there and slept through most of it, still wearing her punishment gear.
The following morning she was released and her mouth wedges, punishment bra, chastity belt and plug were removed. She was allowed to bathe and was fed. She was then summoned to appear before her training Mistress.
Naked, her hands cuffed behind her, she still bore the marks of her punishment. Her breasts and crotch were welted and numerous pin-pricks marked the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. Indeed, even her walk bore evidence of her tortured ass, and she kneeled with her knees separated significantly farther than usual.
"So, Cara! Tell me what you have learned!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I offended a guest. I should obey all commands without question or hesitation. And if I am punished, I should gladly accept whatever punishment is imposed upon me."
"True enough, slave. But there is more."
"Mistress?"
"Do you deserve special treatment?"
"No, Mistress. I am a slave."
"Yes. But as a slave, one who must obey any commands given to her, you seem to find some commands distasteful."
"Yes, Mistress."
"That is your problem. Tell me, suppose I ordered you to be caned, now, just on my whim?"
"I-I don't know, Mistress. It would be horrible for me, yet I would have to accept it."
"And if I ordered rest-room duty for you, for a few days running?"
Cara's fear was building. Even at the Casino, these were not light punishments. "Mistress, I would beg for mercy, but I would have to obey."
"Yes, Cara, you would have to obey. But you would not enjoy it. That is your problem. You must not only learn to submit, you must also learn to love your submission, even when you are being tortured. Because the most important thing in your life must be the pleasure of those you serve, even if it means pain. Reluctant service reveals a withholding of effort, a limit on how much pleasure a Master can obtain from you. Your submission must be unconditional, without limits. Your entire will must be broken to the task of seeking out only the pleasure of those you serve, even at the expense of your own flesh."
Cara knew this. Yet, she hadn't been fully indoctrinated to the point where the knowledge was a part of her being. Still, it was close.
"Cara, tell me. If a regular guest was using you, and you knew he was most aroused by torturing a slave say, with nipple clamps and the cane, what would you do if he was reluctant to be cruel to you and he was not being fully satisfied?"
"I suppose I would have to request that he torture me."
"True, but not far enough. You must beg for it, on your knees, pleading for it, because of the pleasure you know he will receive from it."
"But Mistress, what of the pain?"
"You must want the pain, hope for it, take pride in receiving it, because it pleases your Master. Don't bury your reactions to it; he wants to see you scream. But be happy that he is taking pleasure, because that means you are fulfilling your purpose as a slave. On every stroke, scream naturally. Then, thank your Master for being kind enough to torture and punish you."
They talked for a long time and Cara learned much. An idea developed in which Cara could conclude her punishment, prove her devotion and show her Mistress how much she had learned.
It was known that Cara had experience as a dancer. The Casino had a male employee who was a renowned expert with a bullwhip. He was summoned, and a program was worked out for a performance to take place in a few days. It would be called, "The Whip Dance".
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