The Casino Chapter 18 by Master Ivan

[mrivan]

THE CASINO

by Master Ivan

Chapter 18

Margo's gambling continued, as did her arrogance. She won some and took pleasure in meting out abuse to dealers, slaves and losing guests alike. She lost even more and often received welts on her old welts. Even now, she was bound on her back, her head strapped into a brace at a convenient angle, set up to give head to all comers. Her ass was filled with a butt plug, a reminder of an earlier loss.

At the conclusion of Bill's last restraint period, he got to the in-house phone and left a message for Willis Morgan. His idea had taken concrete form, and he resolved to put it into action. Barely an hour later, he sat in Morgan's office, ready to submit his proposal.

"Margo is an arrogant, ruthless bitch", he began. "I've been married to her for over five years, and each year gets worse. Her gambling here is feeding all her problems the wrong way, and it will get her into trouble if she can't be brought under control."

Morgan brought up her computer record, examining it in detail. "You're right. She's claimed limits well beyond our average guests--I would guess they're exaggerated, at the least. Her gambling stakes are down to only a few hundred dollars, she's got several hours of payoffs yet to go and she's still placing bets. Heavy bets, I might add. Do you wish her cut off?"

Bill Demling smiled. "No." Morgan looked at him, questioningly.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Morgan, but is it true that you are effectively the only law here?"

"Yes, that is true."

"...And you have legal power to perform marriages and grant divorces?"

"Yes."

"Is it also true that when a guest incurs a large gambling debt, he or she can be enslaved here, for an extended time, maybe even permanently?"

Morgan hesitated, but conceded, "Yes, that is also true."

"Then here is what I propose. Don't cut Margo off. If anything, extend her limits. Allow her to build up a debt so large, it could only be paid off by her enslavement. Finally, grant us a divorce."

Morgan was surprised. He had seen individual guests literally surrender themselves into slavery, he had certainly acquired numerous slaves from traders, but he had never seen a husband try to have his wife enslaved against her will.

"It could easily be done. But, do you realize that what you suggest would be irrevocable? Even now, Margo may earn that fate on her own, without our help. Later, should you change your mind, particularly if you witness her subjected to cruel treatment, you would be helpless to stop the events."

"I not only understand, but I've been trying to work out a way to be rid of her for months. Here, I would take pleasure in her downfall and gladly participate in carrying it out."

Morgan continued looking at Margo's record on the screen. She was currently playing poker, at high stakes, over one hundred dollars per hand. She was nearly two thousand dollars in the hole at that table alone.

"Mr. Demling, I'm going to call your bluff. Your wife is about to hit two thousand dollars in losses at poker. I'm going to have her pay off that debt in one quick, severe ordeal. Go to her table and watch. If you still wish to proceed, come back after her punishment and we'll talk."

As Bill left, Morgan picked up the phone.

"Give me the floor supervisor, section 12-A..."

Several minutes later, Bill spotted his wife at her table. A small crowd watched the four players, two male and two female, engaged in the game. Margo was arguing with the dealer.

"How dare you! You know I'm good for my debts!"

"I do, Miss. But I'm just trying to caution you. You have almost no bankroll left, and your debt at this game is already eighteen hundred dollars..."

"I know, idiot! And until you deal another hand, I can't win any of it back!"

As the dealer began responding again, the supervisor interrupted her, speaking quietly. There was a brief, covert exchange, followed by an exchange of smiles. The dealer spoke to Margo.

"I have just been informed that your limit has been extended to two thousand dollars at this table. Should you lose that, however, you will have to start paying it off immediately, at the discretion of the house."

Now, Margo paused. Here was a concrete limit, one which she was approaching rapidly. Her husband's warning about getting in over her head was suddenly very real. How would she have to pay off? At lower levels, options would be available. She might be able to choose between whipstrokes, public restraint, giving head and the like. But if she hit a limit this high, her choices no longer existed.

A part of her was drawn to the question. What would she have to go through? Could she handle it?

Did she want to find out?

The cards were dealt. She drew two pair, queens and tens. She discarded a low card and drew a trey.

The dealer showed three sevens.

Margo was now nineteen hundred dollars in the hole. Her husband appeared at the table to observe.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"You, Margo. I just wanted to watch you, 'Holding your own'."

"I'm sure. Maybe after I turn this game around, you'd like a hand of rummy, at house stakes?"

"If the opportunity presents itself, I would be happy to do so. However, you'll have to do some serious winning, first..."

The cards were dealt. Margo received four low spades and the ace of clubs.

She discarded the ace, then nervously watched the dealer discard only two cards.

Bill Demling smiled. Margo sneered back, then picked up her draw card. Looking at it, her face blanched.

The dealer smiled, knowing. "Time to show your hand, Ms. Demling."

Her hand fell to the table: four low spades and the deuce of diamonds.

The dealer showed three kings.

As Bill, the floor supervisor and the small audience looked on, two Mistresses came to Margo's sides. The dealer said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Demling, but you have reached your limit. You will have to pay off this debt immediately."

Margo just stared, stone-faced, as the Mistresses removed her clothes. They then fastened leather shackles on her wrists and ankles, ones designed for some lengthy use. Her wrists were locked behind her back and she was fitted with a leash and collar.

"Bill, can't you do something?!"

He smiled back at her and said, "Chin up, Margo. I'm sure you can hold your own. After all, its only two thousand dollars."

Margo, humiliated and terrified, was led away, thinking hard about what a two-thousand-dollar payoff would require. A good portion of the gathered observers followed.

She was brought to a spot just outside the restrooms where a pair of chains hung from the ceiling. A pole, some four and a half feet long, was hung from the chains. Her wrists were passed behind the pole then fastened by a strap drawing them forward in front of her waist. Her tits were thrust forward brazenly.

The Mistress produced a set of light straps, very thin but lined with needlepoints. They were wound around her breasts causing them to protrude even more obscenely while covering only a minimum of her flesh. As they were tightened, Margo screamed.

"Oh God, please! I can't take this! Arrgh!!"

Chains were produced. Locked to her ankles, they were drawn up and fastened to the ends of the pole spreading her legs far apart and pulling her feet clear off the floor. She hung suspended by the pole under her arms.

"Oh please, I'll do anything!"

"Quite true, Ms. Demling. But please, try to keep quiet at least until your breast whipping starts. We don't want you to exhaust yourself."

"Breast whipping?! Tied like this? It'll kill me!"

Disgusted at her charge, the Mistress produced a cock-gag. Quickly, amidst Margo's futile protests, it was installed, filling her mouth, silencing her.

The whip was brought out, placed in the Mistress' hands. It was like a short blacksnake, not quite as stiff as a riding crop, but springy. Very slender, it was covered in rubber. It would not cut, but it would welt on contact, and it would be extremely painful.

"You will be given fifty strokes with this whip on your breasts, then fifty more on your cunt. After the breast whipping, your tits will be clamped and weighted. When the rest of your whipping is completed, you will remain available to be fucked in the cunt and ass at slave rates. The restraint and whipping will cover one thousand dollars of your debt. The gag is a punishment for your protests. Resist further, and a piss-feeder will be added."

Her Mistress stood by her side with the whip. With no further preliminaries, she swung hard, with all her strength. The stroke cut cruelly across both breasts, slicing into her left nipple.

Margo was astounded at the new level of pain. She had rarely been struck on her breasts, let alone with an implement so cruel. She lost her voice altogether as every muscle in her body reacted and her lungs tried to find air.

The Mistress switched sides and let go the second stroke, again on both breasts. Now, Margo found her voice, begging and pleading, cursing her tormentors, promising the world for release. Unfortunately, with her mouth plugged by the rubber cock, all that escaped were inarticulate screams. By the eighth stroke, she shook her head continuously and cried.

Still, the Mistress found her struggles a distraction from the admittedly skillful whip job she was doing on Margo's tits. "Enough of this useless fuss. Bring me a piss-feeder setup and a posture collar!"

In seconds, the implements were delivered. The collar mounted, Margo's head was immobilized. The clear plastic tube was fitted to her cock gag. Amused at Margo's humiliation, the Mistress revealed her own cunt and pissed into the bag, filling it about half-way. "I need some more piss for this slut to drink. Volunteers?"

To Margo's mortification, Bill stepped forward. "I'd be only too happy to assist in my wife's correction. I'm sure it will help her tremendously." With that, he quickly filled the remainder of the bag with his own piss, smiling at his wife the entire time.

She glared back at him, but then took note of the whip still held by her Mistress. Indeed, she had many strokes yet to go and there was no guarantee her situation would not get still worse.

The bag was hung in plain sight. Everyone, including the now-defeated Margo, silently watched the transparent tube as the yellow fluid slowly inched its way toward her helpless mouth. As it reached her gag, all eyes fixed on her face. Seconds later, there was the obvious grimace of distaste as the first drops of piss fell onto her tongue. Then, the inevitable first swallow and the first moan of supreme humiliation as the watching crowd witnessed her first-ever forced piss drink. Her swallows continued as her Mistress again took position with the whip.

She swung, again with all her strength, and again slicing accurately across both nipples. Now, with no means available for Margo to disrupt the proceedings, she simply hung, tortured, screaming through her gag and, every few seconds, swallowed.

It took close to fifteen minutes to deliver the full fifty strokes to Margo's breasts. She screamed throughout, piteously. No one, including her husband, showed the slightest willingness to intervene. By the time the weighted nipple clamps were brought out, she had swallowed perhaps a quarter of the contents of her piss-bag.

As the clamps were attached to her now severely welted breasts, she screamed again through her cock gag and flexed in useless resistance. Her tears flowed freely now and her moans continued. She also continued to swallow the piss being force-fed to her.

Her eyes were closed in her pain and humiliation, so she did not see the first stroke to her opened cunt. Her muffled cries and moans were renewed, drawing an ever-increasing crowd.

She remembered, through her suffering, that she was to be given fifty strokes on her cunt. As the second stroke landed, she was fully convinced she would not survive.

Bill watched pleasantly throughout, sometimes meeting her fear-filled eyes, sometimes leering openly at her exposed, tortured body. He could see she was terrified, pushed far beyond her real limits and truly paying the price. He enjoyed the sight, and his wife was horrified to see it plainly on his face smiling back at her as her punishment continued.

Not far into the second fifty strokes, she was utterly exhausted. She breathed heavily, dripping sweat and her struggles were greatly reduced. Bill, noticing this, spoke briefly to the whip-wielding Mistress, pointing out the fact.

"She's weakening rapidly. If she doesn't get a break, she might pass out."

"Are you having second thoughts already? Really, Mr. Demling, I thought you were stronger."

"Don't misunderstand me. I want her to remember this punishment. I want her to feel every stroke. With a short break, she'll regain some strength, be more aware and suffer much more while prolonging our entertainment."

He smiled, and the Mistress smiled back. "I agree. We'll give her ten minutes to hang undisturbed, then resume."

They stood watching her for the full ten minutes. Margo cried and moaned. Periodically, a shudder would wrack through her pained body, setting the weights swinging from her nipple clamps, multiplying her pain. And her piss feeder continued dripping piss into her mouth, causing her to swallow regularly.

Her audience enjoyed the spectacle. It was common to see slaves punished publicly. Guests, male and female, were frequently subjected to public abuse as well. But Margo's punishment was unusually severe for a guest. All the onlookers were aware of Bill, his relationship to Margo and his enjoyment and active participation in her punishment. And all of them were aware of Margo's impending availability to all comers.

The whipstrokes resumed with a sharp cut directly between her spread cuntlips. Margo's back arched severely, setting the weights swinging once more from her nipple clamps, and her screams began again through her gag. By now, the welts had fully risen on her breasts producing almost a fishnet pattern in vivid red. Her cunt welts were beginning to reveal themselves as well, but there they were a solid red, due to the concentration of strokes in the smaller area. All the onlookers, and by now there were dozens, were aware of the intensity of Margo's suffering. None displayed mercy. They watched to enjoy her punishment.

The whipstrokes covered five hundred dollars of her debt. The clamps, plus the severe restraint, understood to be for the duration of her punishment, would cover an additional five hundred dollars. Her cock gag and piss feeder would not count toward her debt--they were installed to punish and control her resistance and arrogance. Now, her whipping finished, she would begin paying off the remaining one thousand dollars.

At the normal rates for guests, a traditional fuck would cost twenty dollars, while an ass-fuck would rate forty. Margo, however, was being required to make her payoffs at slave rates, earning half the usual rates. Even through Margo's torture, she was easily able to calculate what she had coming. If two men took her at once in her cunt and ass, she would be credited thirty dollars for the pair. She would have to take on thirty-three pairs of cocks, plus find another ten dollars.

Two female slaves, under punishment themselves, were shackled in place kneeling beneath Margo's spread legs. Bill was offered first use of his wife and accepted gladly, stepping behind her. Another man stood by her cunt, and the two kneeling slaves began sucking the two men briefly, to insure full erections.

Wordlessly, Bill plunged his cock into Margo's ass, bringing forth her renewed screams. Seconds later, the man in front buried his cock in her cunt.

"Having fun, Margo?" Bill chuckled in her ear from behind, to make sure she knew who was raping her ass. She moaned in pain and humiliation. "She really does enjoy this, you know", he said, now addressing the man in her cunt.

"She's tight enough up front, certainly", the man said in response. "And she's beginning to juice up nicely."

"Her ass is fairly tight too, although I don't think it'll stay that way for more than a couple of dozen rounds."

They both finished quickly. To Margo's frustration, they were quickly replaced by the second team, aroused and readied by the mouths of the two kneeling slaves. Bill and his teammate were quickly cleaned with the same lips and tongues. They left, wordlessly.

Three or four rounds later, the supervising Mistress noted a fairly substantial flow of come dripping from Margo's lower holes. "Slaves! Her ass and cunt need to be cleaned. Now!" Quickly, the two naked, chained house slaves applied their mouths and rapidly sucked down the excess come, then licked her thighs clean where the overflow had dripped down. Returning to their positions, two more cocks were sucked hard, and Margo's ordeal continued.

The day wore on. As Margo's patrons continued to line up, Bill put in a little gambling himself and he came up with a novel idea of his own.

For a one-hundred dollar stake, he played Baccarat one-on-one with an enslaved dealer for half an hour. Waiting at the table for the loser was a unique rubber item. A full head mask would be locked on, attached to a pair of short rubber pants in such a way as to force the mouth of the loser onto the cock or cunt of the winner. The agreement was for a two-hour punishment session to begin immediately at the end of the game. Most interesting was the addition of a small cart, with handles, which would allow the winner to move about freely through the Casino while the loser rode the cart on their knees.

Bill not only won, but doubled his money. The nude slave knelt on the cart and was strapped into place by her wide-spread knees and ankles. The mask was pulled onto her head and locked on. Reveling in his victory, Bill stepped into the pants, making sure his cock entered the girl's mouth before buckling the belt. He decided to take his pleasure-cunt on a brief jaunt and check in on his wife's progress.

As he arrived, a pair of men were just withdrawing from Margo's ass and cunt. After the ritual cleanings by the two suck-slaves, the supervisor noted that Margo was, again, dripping sloppily both front and rear. For perhaps the fourth or fifth time, the slave-mouths were employed for cleaning purposes.

Bill was amused to find his wife's ass was visibly enlarged by her ordeal. Indeed, she was so wide open, he had no doubt an entire hand would fit inside. Inquiring, he found that Margo had taken on a full fifty-six men, twenty-eight in each opening. She still had ten men to go, five pairs.

Her piss bag was nearly empty for the second time. So as to not interrupt the proceedings, a small jug was produced and filled by several members of the audience right in front of Margo, then poured into the bag, filling it again.

The next pair of men approached, were sucked hard by the slaves and drove into Margo who, thoroughly worn out, barely noticed.

"Hey, is this supposed to be a tight ass? It feels more like a damned garage door!" Laughter issued from both the men, as well as from the audience, to which the suffering Margo responded with a deep moan of humiliation.

The man currently pumping Margo's ass would not permit any shortcomings in her efforts. Reaching in front, he took a firm grip on her breasts, welted, still wrapped in the needlepoint-lined leather straps. He squeezed hard, causing Margo to scream in renewed pain. "Tighten up, bitch!"

She obeyed. Five minutes later, both the men came and were replaced by the thirtieth pair.

Bill watched, now directly in front of his wife as he fed his erection down the throat of the slave girl who was bound to him. Margo's eyes looked back at him pleading for mercy, finding none. He looked back, enjoying the scene for the next fifteen or twenty minutes while she took on the last three pairs of men. She was cleaned for the last time by the kneeling slaves, then the supervising Mistress stepped forward.

"For our finale, we have arranged an ass-fucking for this pig that she will remember for a long time. At the moment, her holes are stretched so wide that she could probably sleep through a fuck from anyone built smaller than a horse. Fortunately, we have a good substitute available."

On cue, a nude man walked into view. He was masked, well over six feet tall and displayed a fully erect cock well over twelve inches long and two inches in diameter.

Upon seeing it, Margo revived dramatically. Through her gag, she screamed, protesting her imminent invasion. Ignoring her, the Mistress continued, bringing out another female slave.

"We want everyone to know how much this pig is enjoying her gangbang. So while our able assistant rearranges her bowels for her, this female pig will do the honors and suck Margo's cunt to orgasm.

"Still, we don't want her to enjoy it too much. After all, she is being punished. So our ass-fucking champ will withhold his orgasm until several minutes after Margo comes. Assistants--begin!"

The man drove into her ass, hard. It set her entire body swinging on its pole, and her nipple clamps swung their weights wildly. Margo screamed louder than ever as he buried his entire cock in her ass on the first stroke. Bill watched in true amazement, unwilling to believe she could take such a huge cock in either opening.

The slut kneeling before her began eating her pussy. She was truly talented, penetrating deeply with a well-practiced tongue and manipulating her clitoris with a speed like a vibrator. Very soon, to Margo's humiliation and the audience's pleasure, her screams soon turned to loud moans of arousal.

The thrusting cock in her ass pounded away relentlessly, pushing her cunt into the mouth of the kneeling slave on each stroke. He withdrew almost completely every time, driving her towards heights of arousal she had never imagined. The weights on her nipple clamps continued to swing, and her third quart of piss was more than half finished.

Moments later, she burst into orgasm. It was an earth-shattering climax which drew still more spectators from adjoining rooms. She screamed loudly, even through her cock-gag, throughout. Finally, she collapsed in her bonds. Not a muscle moved for several minutes, except for her periodic swallowing.

The Mistress supervising the proceedings watched Margo's face closely, waiting for her afterglow to subside and her eyes to open. When they did, the Mistress spoke to her. "Did you have a nice come, pig?"

Margo moaned, "Uh-huh", through her gag, then swallowed again.

"Have you forgotten the monster cock in your ass, the one you still have to bring off?"

If there was a way to increase her humiliation and suffering any more than what she had already gone through, that was it. Now, remembering her situation, she moaned, piteously, as the Mistress commanded, "Now, finish her ass! And make it last at least another ten minutes!"

He started again, with powerful thrusts, using his entire twelve-inch length on every stroke. Again, her body swung in its chains, and the weights resumed their torturous movement, dragging her clamped nipples with them. Her screams of pain also resumed; but now, totally spent, her arousal at zero, she was no longer capable of offsetting the pain with pleasure. She was simply raped as she hung, and her already tortured body, having hung for several hours already, simply suffered.

The man raping her came on cue just over ten minutes later. A powerful orgasm, it flooded her ass and started visibly running down her thighs even before he withdrew. This time, there would be no cleaning, for no man would follow during her ordeal. The come would run out of her as it would, part of her humiliation. And her piss bag, the third quart of piss she was forced to drink, would continue emptying itself into her mouth.

Bill chose that moment to empty his own balls into the mouth of the suck-slave bound to his cock. He freed her shortly thereafter.

Some twenty minutes later, the last of the piss ran down the tube. The gag was removed. Her nipple clamps and breast straps were removed, producing their predictable screams but no protests. Her ankles, drawn up nearly to the bar, were slowly lowered to the floor. The bar itself was lowered as her posture collar was removed. A leash was attached to the smaller collar which still encircled her neck, the other end of which was handed to Bill. Finally, her arms were released, her wrists left free.

Her clothes, having been placed in a paper bag, were given to Bill as well. Margo remained collared and leashed, wearing wrist and ankle shackles, but otherwise naked.

Slowly, wordlessly, Bill led her, on all fours, out of the Casino and all the way back to their room. Even in the room itself, Margo did not rise but curled up in a ball on the floor at the foot of their bed. He asked her briefly, "Are you all right?", but got no response.

Bill ran a bath for her, putting in some soothing, scented bath oils. Again, Margo remained on all fours, crawling to the tub. She soaked for over an hour before finally standing to dry off.

Naked, she walked into the main room and stood before the mirror, examining her body in detail. Her breasts were severely welted, the nipples still marked from the clamps. The needle-points left their marks as well. Her cunt-flesh was bruised, looking like one solid welt, still painful to the touch. Worst of all, her ass and cunt openings still gaped wide open from their seemingly endless ordeal. Surprisingly, she was otherwise undamaged.

Finally, Bill spoke to her. "Tell me, Margo. What have you learned?"

She turned and glared at him angrily. Moving quickly to her closet, she pulled out a tight jumpsuit, made entirely of glove leather, and put it on. Next was a pair of open-toed sandals with skyscraper heels. Finally, a leather headband completed her costume.

"I'll tell you what I've learned, you bastard. Come down to the poker tables, and I'll show you!"

She stormed out angrily, slamming the door. She never even acknowledged the fact that she still wore the wrist and ankle shackles and the small collar from her punishment which had ended barely two hours before. Bill did not follow her immediately, but picked up the telephone. Five minutes later, he related the aforementioned events to Willis Morgan, who immediately relayed orders to the Casino games supervisors.

Over the next four hours, Bill remained in his room. Morgan arranged to have his wife's activities monitored on camera and piped into his room, as well as recorded on tape for Bill's future amusement. By the time that four hours had ended, Margo had amassed an amazing debt totaling nearly five thousand dollars. Minutes later, Bill watched her, on his monitor, being stripped naked in the Casino, placed in chains and being led on a leash to the slave-training area.

Bill smiled to himself, victorious. He then placed a call to room service and ordered a slave to serve him overnight. For the first time in weeks, he slept well.

Margo, unfortunately, did not.

Copyright © 1999
Master Ivan Press

[Snoopy76]

mrivan just a quick post to say how much I your writings.

I am very much enjoying the casino, so much so that I sit here in floods of tears having read this Chapter as I have such envy of Margo. I just wish I was her, I wish her life was mine and I hope that I have the opportunity to be an owned slave again someday.

Snoopy x