THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 23
The slave Cara was still under punishment for biting the cock of a guest. She had already endured a severe pussy-whipping administered to her while suspended in an inverted spread-eagle. Following that she was fitted with a punishment bra and a punishment chastity belt with a large, spined anal plug. She then spent 24 hours on a treadmill with her mouth available to all comers. Now, several days later, her punishment ordeal was to reach its climax with Cara's performance of the "Whip Dance".
Her co-performer was a male employee, an Egyptian, whose expertise with a bullwhip was renowned. His performances were rare, due to the brutality of the whip--used indiscriminately, a bullwhip could literally cut open the flesh of a slave, or break a bone, or, if wrapped around the neck of a slave, choke the life out of her. With his skill, however, he could snatch a cigarette out of someone's mouth or even put it out without removing it. With a spreadeagled female slave, he could gently whip the clitoris without touching her cuntlips or torture her nipples while barely making contact with her aureoles. Indeed, with his eight foot bullwhip, he could kill or maim at will, or alternatively, he could whip a slave to orgasm without leaving a mark.
Cara was required to participate in the choreographing of the dance. Indeed, her dancing skills were to be the central core of the program. Mei-Ling offered her input from the esthetic point of view while Cara's training Mistress made sure the program carried out the full requirements of punishment.
A special costume was created for Cara. Music was sought out and the stage decorated. Finally, publicity was put out throughout the Casino announcing the event. Everyone on the entire island was informed.
Some hours before her performance, Cara knelt before her training Mistress. She was confident in her abilities, yet she shuddered in fear.
"Please, Mistress. I know I can dance to the satisfaction of all. And I have already learned my lessons about serving as a true slave, both to sexually please and to endure punishment. But the bullwhip! As talented as he is, if he slips once, he could scar me for life! And as much as we've practiced, he still hasn't struck me with that whip with his strength. I'll have to endure at least a dozen strokes without restraints! How can I do it?" She shook, almost crying.
"Do you remember the cock you bit?"
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Well, it still remembers you. It's been four days, and he still bears the marks of your teeth. I know, because I sucked him off myself just this morning."
Shocked, Cara asked, "You yourself, and not a slave?"
"Understand, Cara--to be a good Mistress is difficult. To be the best, one has to understand the minds of slaves completely. For that, a Mistress has to sometimes serve as a slave herself. I do so voluntarily about once a week, as I have told you before, to keep my hand in, so to speak."
Incredulous, Cara inquired further--"And you say he still bore teeth marks?"
"Yes. They will probably take a good week to disappear."
They remained silent for a time. Cara knelt naked, wrists locked behind her, with her Mistress seated, dressed in her most provocative leathers, her riding crop lying across her knees.
Finally, Cara looked up into the eyes of her mentor.
"Then Mistress, my punishment must be twice as severe. I do not know how I can endure it, but please tell the whipmaster that he must leave marks that will take two weeks to go away."
She cried openly, knowing the suffering she would still have to endure. But still, she knew herself to be a slave under punishment.
No further words were needed.
Cara was bathed and fed well. She had not been punished significantly in the previous two days--she would need her strength, and it was desired that her body be free of welts for her performance. Indeed, a whipstroke is much more erotic to witness when it lands on unmarked flesh.
She had exercised well, spending hours on her routine, learning how to interplay her body with the movements of the bullwhip. Further, she had been closely supervised at all times and had been denied orgasm since her offense. Now she was probably the most aroused slave in the Casino.
At six PM, about four hours before her performance, Cara was placed in a display cage hanging above the auditorium stage. She was naked, her wrists chained to the top of the cage in which she stood. A cock-gag filled her mouth, and her juices ran down her thighs. Many people, guests and staff alike, came to observe her in anticipation of the show.
Many times people would simply stand before her cage, taking in the sight of her body, enjoying; then they would look into Cara's eyes. She felt more naked to those penetrating stares than to the ones which stared openly at her restrained flesh. She knew herself fully to be a slave at those moments, with her soul on display as much as her body. She could not even conceal her voluntary participation in the proceedings, in spite of her chains. Her ankles, unrestrained, nevertheless sought the edges of the floor of the cage, spreading as wide as possible to open her cunt. This also lowered her body somewhat, raising her wrists higher above her, stretching her arms and causing her breasts to be more proudly displayed. She held her head high, staring back at those who watched her, rarely closing her eyes except when her periodic surges of sexual frustration caused her to moan aloud. Even then, she immediately sought out the eyes of her observers to see if her arousal brought them pleasure. And through it all, her cock-gag filled her mouth. She could not speak--a slave's mouth was meant to pleasure her owners. So she simply licked and sucked on the rubber cock which was locked in place as she watched those who watched her.
At about nine PM she was brought backstage and blindfolded. Her wrists were locked behind her. She would not be given her wrists or her sight again until her performance was underway.
She was not bathed again. The juice of her cunt and the sweat of her body would enhance her performance. She was caressed briefly from time to time, even penetrated with a finger to maximize the arousal of this slut who had been denied orgasm for nearly four days.
She was dressed in her costume. It would be a variation on the theme of the seven veils--the most transparent possible cloth was draped over each leg, from the hip, and one over each arm, from the shoulder, partially covering her breasts and cunt. Other veils covered her breasts, diagonally, and one more was draped thru her crotch like a loincloth, covering her cunt and dividing her asscheeks. All were attached to her body with the thinnest of threads; her cunt veil was draped over a thread around her waist with perhaps a foot of the veil hanging out at the front and rear.
She remained shackled and blindfolded and was brought to her knees to wait onstage, behind the curtains.
At perhaps nine forty-five the auditorium lights were dimmed, almost to total darkness. A few candles were lit on the walls, but the stage remained dark.
Music began. Exotic, rhythmic with a mideastern flair, it set an atmosphere of anticipation. As the time approached the entire auditorium filled, leaving no empty seats.
Suddenly the music got louder, with a stronger rhythem. Nude slaves appeared at either side of the stage with lit torches, placed them in holders and withdrew. The curtains parted.
Cara still knelt, shackled and blindfolded, now bathed in torchlight. Through the sound system, Mei-Ling's voice started the narration of the events.
"The rhythem of the fuck. It has possessed all the animals of the world since the dawn of time. And human beings are, indeed, animals.
"The male of each species is the hunter, the attacker, the pursuer; the female his quarry.
"The human animal has civilized the process. Yet, among slave-girls and their Masters, the old ways still apply.
"The cunt you see before you has tried to evade the old ways, attacking a male who sought to use her. For that, she has been under punishment for four days. Tonight, for your entertainment, she will complete her punishment and be tested in an ordeal of submission."
The music rose in volume and rhythem as a Mistress went to Cara, removed her blindfold and freed her wrists. As the Mistress left the stage, Cara held position, her wrists crossed behind her.
"The slut kneels in submission, displaying herself, available for the pleasure of the Master. Sometimes, however, more is needed. So she dances, to attract her Master's attention and to proclaim her enslavement."
Cara slowly brought her hands before her, seemingly caressing her body but not touching it; then, she raised her wrists above her head. Her hips started oscillating, slowly, swaying in time to the music.
"She has been captured now by the rhythem of the fuck. It holds her body more securely than her collar or chains, and it moves her more than even the whip."
She rose to her feet and started dancing, rotating, displaying her body openly, all the while keeping her wrists together as if chained over her head.
"She is deep in her slave heat now, and she needs her Master. However, it is the Master's need which is more important."
The Whipmaster appeared. He was naked to the waist, his muscular Egyptian body bathed in oils, shining. He wore a red sash at his waist, white pants which flowed with his movements and black slippers. The bullwhip was coiled on his hip. He also wore a black leather codpiece of sorts, covering but outlining his obvious, large erection.
"A Master appears for the slut. But, he may not want her. So, she must dance to arouse him and invite him to use her."
Cara danced, only like a slave who has been denied orgasm for four days could dance. She circled him, practically throwing herself at him; yet, still, her wrists remained held over her head. Suddenly, the Whipmaster pushed her away, to the floor, and uncoiled his whip.
"The Master is attracted to the slave but feels her unsubmissive. So he must correct her, test her and bend her to his will."
As Cara cowered on the floor, the Whipmaster cracked his whip loudly in the air above her, like a rifle shot. Genuinely afraid, Cara slowly rose at his command and resumed her position with her wrists over her head. Another crack and she resumed her dance.
"The Master has broken the defiance of the slave. Now, he must break her will."
Cara danced. Now, she did not attempt to push him but to attract him and build his heat for her. She swayed and pumped her hips, rippled her body like water and brazenly displayed herself. All the while, the Whipmaster continued his strokes in the air, getting ever closer to her body.
"The Master is pleased with the responsiveness of the slave-cunt. He decides to take her, but only on his own terms."
The music accelerated, as did Cara's dancing. Always, the whipstrokes continued, getting ever closer to Cara's body.
At one point, Cara struck a pose with her right side facing him. The whip lashed out and snatched away the veil covering Cara's right arm and shoulder. She screamed as the stroke nicked her shoulder but for the most part held position. There was a flutter of quiet applause from the audience.
"The Master wants his slave naked, and punishes her for covering her body."
Cara smiled inwardly at this--the clothing was forced upon her as she was bound, helpless to resist. Such was the lot of a slave.
She continued dancing. Soon, the left arm lost its veil, the whip again nicking her on the shoulder. She realized the nicks were not slips but quite intentional.
"Indeed, he is pleased with the body of the slut and wants to see more."
Her leg veils were plucked off, one at a time, each stroke nipping at her thighs. Now, she shuddered. Three veils remained, covering her breasts and crotch. These clung much more closely to her body, and the strokes which would remove these, she knew, would be much more painful.
The dance required her to thrust out her right breast brazenly from one knee, her arms extended back over and behind her. She hesitated briefly, afraid of the pain. Then, a whipstroke cracked at her chest, missing that right breast by a fraction of an inch. She looked at him with shock, but realized from the look in his eyes that she must submit.
She struck the position, on one knee. The whip sliced her chest between her breast and shoulder, causing her to scream and fall to the floor as her breast veil was removed.
As she landed on all fours, the whip kissed her again, at the top of her back. Quickly, she resumed her position and her dancing, fearing the whip. The narration continued.
"The slut fears her Master, but fears the whip more. He has punished his slave gently for her hesitation, teaching her the strength of the whip. Now, she will obey, knowing the penalty for further disobedience."
She danced, now with one breast exposed and vulnerable. With great fear, she thrust out the second breast.
The whip struck, harder this time, plucking the veil from her left breast. She screamed again at the touch, but this time held position. Indeed, her hands did not even drop low enough to wipe the tears away which now fell from her eyes.
"Indeed, he likes the tits on his slut. But he must see the rest."
Cara danced even more enthusiastically, immersed in her arousal as it united with her fear. Her cunt was soaking wet, and the one brief veil which remained was visibly saturated with her juices.
The whipmaster struck again, but this time over her left hip, just barely severing the thread which held her last veil. It fell to the floor at her feet.
"Now, the Master has stripped his slave, exposing her body completely for his pleasure. But still, she needs to be further broken. Now, she must taste her own arousal with her lips."
The whip cracked with a fury now, on all sides of her. She looked at him in fear, questioning his desire. He pointed to her last veil, at her feet. Now, she understood.
From her knees, she bent over sharply, keeping her hands over her head throughout. She caught up the veil with her lips at its center, where it was most wet with her juice. Slowly, she used lips and tongue to draw it completely into her mouth.
Now, with her mouth filled with her own taste, she crawled to him on her knees and dropped the veil at his feet. She waited, face to his boots, for his approval. He picked it up and sampled its juices.
"The Master approves of the slut's taste and smell. Still, she must be further punished."
Another powerful crack of the whip sends Cara running back into her dance. Now she dances naked, further exposing what was already exposed. The whip, threatening now, approaches closer and closer to her naked flesh.
"To earn the touch of the Master she desperately craves, she must prove her worthiness by enduring his punishment. She must suffer a full dozen strokes of the whip."
The audience was awed by the sentence. They had seen canings of bound slaves, true brutality forced upon chained flesh. But never had they witnessed a slave submitting to a punishment this brutal without restraints.
Her dance, circling, slowly spiraled to a single point around which she rotated, still brazenly displaying her body, hands still held above her head. Suddenly, Mei-Ling spoke: "One!"
The whip swung again. This time, there was no miss intended. It struck Cara full on the back with an impact heard throughout the auditorium.
Cara's scream was blood curdling. Her arms dropped to shoulder level, and she herself dropped to one knee. A light snap of the whip against the offending thigh brought her quickly to her feet again.
"Two!"
This stroke caught her with her back turned. It wrapped around her waist, welting her just below her navel, spinning her around again. Before the echoes of her screams died, ...
"Three!"
No part of her body was spared. Her ass, thighs, back, belly; even her breasts caught one full stroke. That stroke knocked her to the floor screaming, holding herself.
"The Master is displeased now at the pig's lack of submission. He will continue to beat her until she resumes position!"
It took Cara a full six strokes over her back and limbs before she finally rose. Weak-kneed, she resumed her dance, hands above her head. She could not believe it when finally, several strokes later, the call rang out, "Twelve!"
That stroke, the most brutal of them all, rose up between her legs inflicting a single painful welt that started at her asscheeks, ran through the center of her cunt and ended at her navel.
Incredibly, she thrust out her hips, eyes closed, and moved as if almost begging to be struck again in the same place. Cara was so deep in her slave-heat, her pain and pleasure were truly united as one. Indeed, it was the first touch her cunt had received since her ordeal started days earlier.
"It seems the Master is satisfied with the punishment he has inflicted upon his slave. Now, will she show him she has learned her lesson and still offer her body to him unconditionally?"
On cue, Cara danced several steps toward him, then knelt and crossed her wrists just above her head. The Whipmaster lashed out with the bullwhip, wrapping it tightly around her crossed wrists, binding them. With one strong pull of the whip, he dragged her to his feet.
"Indeed, he has accepted the slut, and he will now use her for his pleasure." Applause echoed from the audience.
He passed the whip down between her legs, then drew it up tightly behind her. This left her kneeling, legs spread, face to the floor, the whip drawn up through her crotch to one side of her cunt-slit.
Quickly, he withdrew his large, erect cock. In one stroke, he buried it in her cunt.
Cara went into orgasm instantly. Her cries felt like they penetrated the entire island. Much of the audience itself, many of whom were themselves being serviced by slaves as they watched the spectacle, went into orgasm.
Suddenly, the Whipmaster pulled out of Cara's cunt and plunged into her ass. Screaming, Cara continued to come.
"Yes, the Master intends to use his slave completely!"
Minutes later, he withdrew from her ass. He pulled her up to her knees, then passed the whip between his own legs, drawing her bound hands up behind his ass and drawing her face into his cock.
As he wrapped the whip around his own waist, Cara opened her mouth, ready to accept his cock, now soiled from both her lower holes.
"The slave appears properly submissive; but still, she has proven herself rebellious in the past. A good Master takes no chances."
He produced the wedges and quickly placed them between her teeth. Now, if she changed her mind, she would be helpless to resist. He drove into her now forced-open mouth and down her throat. He took her by the hair in both hands and guided the motion of her head as he fucked her mouth. She would be given no mercy.
Throughout, the music continued to accelerate. Now, it reached a crescendo. His hands still in her hair, he pulled her off him momentarily, just long enough to spurt the evidence of his pleasure across her face and breasts, then drove back into her mouth so she could swallow the rest and properly clean him.
The audience rose to their feet and gave a standing ovation. The Whipmaster bowed in appreciation. Cara, her mouth still wedged open, swallowed what she could as the remainder of his come dripped down her body.
"The Master is pleased with the pig, and will accept her as his slave. Now, all that is left is for him to offer her for the use of his friends."
A short platform was wheeled out and placed upon the central, raised section of the stage. Cara was made to kneel upon the platform and she was strapped in place, her knees a good two feet apart. Her wrists were locked behind her. Now, Mei-Ling walked out on stage herself for the first time.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the slave Cara. She will be available for your pleasure until 7 AM, at no charge. Enjoy her as you will!"
The line formed quickly, consisting of approximately three-quarters of the attending guests.
From 11 PM to 7 the next morning, Cara's mouth, still wedged open, served about one hundred and fifty guests.
Throughout her enslavement by the Casino, Cara never again bit a man's cock.
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