Milovana.com

THE CASINO

by Master Ivan

Chapter 7

Willis Morgan awoke promptly at seven A.M. He never needed an alarm clock and rarely slept more than six hours a night.

Stretching out his arms, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and yanked on the chain fastened there.

"Up, bitch!" The chain was fastened to his bed at one end and at the other end to the collar of the young, beautiful, naked slave sleeping on the floor beside him. Groggy, she struggled to her knees.

"Time to drink down my morning piss and suck me off!"

Fearful, she unconsciously fingered the still-fresh welts administered to her ass by Mr. Morgan himself, her sentence for a slight hesitation on her part with similar duties demanded from her the previous evening. She crawled to his feet without delay and took his limp cock in her mouth.

As she drank his piss, he mentally reviewed his responsibilities for the day. There were several new slaves to be "Welcomed". One, Japanese, was an exotic with some prior training. She would be one to watch closely so as to bring out her talents.

His slave's mouth was getting him erect. "Slowly--carefully. Or would you rather spend a week in the employee's locker room?"

She slowed the pace.

There was that new employee from the states--supposedly a dealer trainee, but his contact was far from trustworthy. This one would be touch and go.

Maintenance had been getting lax. He would run a tour of the entire facility later today to tighten things up. Perhaps one or two public punishments of employees would set a good example for the rest.

He looked down at the slave sucking him off. She was doing well. She tolerated her hands being cuffed behind her all night without a whimper. Her cocksucking ability was improving daily, and she accepted the chastity belt she wore with little of the frustrated whining he normally expected.

Still, she had resisted the use of her face.

At the moment, she was deep-throating him most effectively; his orgasm was seconds away.

Finally he decided. She would not be given breakfast. She would be bathed and perfumed, then brought to the restrooms. Chained on her knees, she would put in a twelve-hour stretch in the mixed toilets, as a piss-mouth as well as orally servicing any male or female who wanted her. Following that, she'd be fed, returned to her kennel and put back on regular duty tomorrow.

She swallowed his come gracefully then gave his cock the proper cleaning with her lips and tongue.

"Thank you, Master, for both your piss and your come. I found them both quite wonderful."

Yes, this slave should go back on line soon.

As she left, one of his early-rising foremen came in.

"The new girls are arriving. The freighter from West Africa is sending in a boat with a new black, a sold slave. That new dealer, Rose, is coming in on the 8 AM cutter with a few early guests. The helicopter will be here by ten with several more guests as well as the Japanese girl."

Morgan, dressed in moments, said, "Thank you. Put Rose and the Japanese girl in rooms but lock them in. Put the others in the holding cages; I'll deal with them later. Right now we're doing a grand tour."

They started out in the Hotel section. Spot-checking several rooms they found them clean and orderly, but some of the disciplinary gear was missing. Whips in a couple of them, small restraints in another.

"Have the Hotel manager inventory every room, locate the responsible people and have them punished with the missing items. I want a report by noon or he'll be paying the price himself!"

The Casino proper was next. The entire room was perfect. Yet, one of the cashiers, setting up early, left her full cash drawer open on the counter. She herself was nowhere to be seen.

Morgan took the drawer and, with his assistant, slipped out of sight around a corner to await her return.

She did return, about a minute later. Seeing the drawer gone, she flew into a panic, searching wildly, knowing desperately the price she would pay for the loss of well over ten thousand dollars.

Morgan gave her a moment to stew, then returned with the drawer. "It is good that you understand the seriousness of your offense. But the risk you took must not go unpunished."

Few times since he opened the Casino had he seen such fear. He gave her the drawer and she quickly counted the cash and locked it away. "Thank you, sir."

"Within the next seven days, on your own time, you will work off one thousand dollars in trade at employee rates. Set up a schedule of duty with the house slave supervisor and have her report to me with it by two PM today."

The cashier blanched, realizing that with what little time she had available she'd have to work at almost house-slave limits to pay her penalty. It would be a tough week.

The auditorium was checked quickly and proved perfect. They cruised through the parking lot on the way to the slave areas and were shocked to find three dealers, one male and two female, who, instead of preparing their stations, were having their own private poker game.

"So, you like playing cards on company time? ID cards!" The cards were presented, their names and numbers recorded. To his assistant, he said, "Winner's tables for two days, all three of them." The three walked out in fear.

There were three odds arrangements available for gambling. "Even Odds" tables were standard Casino odds, or perhaps a bit better. The house could take a small profit over time. "Loser's Tables" offered a ten to twenty percent disadvantage for their customers as compared to even tables, and were used either for punishing slaves or for submissive guests or employees. "Winner's Tables" swung more towards the guests. Since the primary theme of the Casino was sexual dominance and submission, there were always sexual stakes at risk at most games. Dealers worked for fixed periods while players committed to dollar amounts, time or a specified number of hands. Whether the guest or the dealer won, the loser would most certainly find themselves, at a minimum, naked, restrained and either giving head to or getting whipped by the winner. Frequently, special stakes would be arranged beforehand and could get very exotic. So the dealers caught by Morgan and subjected to two days of "Winner's Tables" could indeed find themselves in trouble. And since those tables were a relative rarity, their seats would always be filled.

From the parking lot they proceeded to the slave areas. The loading docks, where slaves were brought in and shipped out, proved satisfactory. The slave infirmary, where they were checked for condition as well as for disease or injury, was fully in order.

The intake holding pens were next. There were some fifty or more cages available; most were cube-shaped, measuring three feet on a side. For unruly or rebellious slaves, there were smaller cages like pet kennels, barely large enough to hold a slave on all fours. A few more forced the slave to stand, or supported the slave's head by a collar-like top, forcing her to her toes.

Some of the cages were stacked, the theory being that the excretions from the occupants of the upper cages would help break the resistance of the slaves in the lower cages.

"Carlo!" Morgan summoned the supervisor on duty.

"Yes Sir!"

"This area is spotless!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"I don't want it spotless! Slaves are not supposed to feel like they're checking into the Ritz. I want them to feel degraded, humiliated. I want them to smell their own piss and shit!"

"Whatever you say, sir."

"You will immediately pull all the chamber pots from the slave cages. Do not hose down the floors for at least twenty-four hours.

"Also, start the process yourselves--I want all the workers here to piss on the floor around the cages. If this place doesn't smell like a toilet by lunchtime, I'll have you doing time in the ladies room until you get the idea. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. I won't let it happen again."

The training areas were next.

Two trainers were working on a young female slave. The girl was fastened kneeling on the floor, straps on her knees and ankles holding her legs far apart. A punishment chastity belt was locked on her as well as a punishment bra; both were the type lined with pinpoints to torture her flesh. She wore a wide collar, and a short strap hung from the back of the collar drawing her wrists up high behind her back. As they approached, the male withdrew his cock from her mouth and the female trainer sat on her face.

"C'mon, cunt. Two orgasms each, then you can go back to your cage."

"You did good on my cock, slut. A little more practice and you'll be swallowing my first load..."

Morgan walked in. They both chimed in, "Good morning, sir!"

"Good morning. Tell me, what are your positions here?"

"Why, we're responsible for training slaves, as you can see."

"Interesting. Since you did not have the prerequisite third parties available to train this pig in cocksucking and pussy eating, you both appeared to be guests."

"True, sir. But at this hour of the morning, the help wasn't available."

"Understandable. But you understand, since I did not see you giving detailed instruction and direction to this slave, it would seem your methods leave much to be desired."

"Sorry, sir. We do have the slut in punishment gear, as you can see."

"True. For a guest, that punishment gear would total about $20 per hour. Total estimated time of two hours, call it $40. Since you wanted two suck-jobs each, at $20, plus dividing the restraint cost in half, I figure you owe the Casino $60 each in trade."

To his assistant, he said, "Get me two chastity setups from the rack. A 2-M cock cage for him, and give her the same punishment set the slave's wearing, including the bra."

Now the two trainers were worried. They were both also quite horny and had a full day's work ahead of them. The arousal ensuing from such work was usually expended upon their slaves-in-training. Today, they would be denied such privileges.

Minutes later, the two were locked in the punishment gear. "Let's see. $60 each with chastity belt discipline paying at $10 per hour, employee rates, tripled because of your offenses, its 8 AM now, you can report to me at, --well, I'll be in bed by 4 AM. See me in my office tomorrow morning at 9."

He had locked the gear on with his Master key. Only he could remove it. Leaving them to work out their problems, they returned to Morgan's office and gave his orders for the morning "Welcomes".

"Have the black, the European and the Indonesian in slave tunics, gagged, in handcuffs and leg irons, in the holding pens outside the office by 10 AM. Bring in the Japanese girl clothed but with her hands cuffed in front; get her into my den out of sight of the others as soon as she arrives."

By 10:15, all was ready. He entered the den to find Mei Ling kneeling on the floor. He read through her file wordlessly then sat down in his armchair.

"My name is Willis Morgan. This place is known simply as the Casino. I own it. You now belong to me for the next four years."

Mei Ling bowed deeply from her kneeling position. "I am honored to meet my family's benefactor."

"Tell me, what have you been told about this place and about your duties here?"

"Very little, Mr. Morgan. Only that I will serve men who pay much money for their presence here and that I will be trained far beyond my training as a Pillow Geisha."

"That is correct. What do you feel about serving the pleasure of men?"

"It is the purpose of my life, what I have been trained for."

"And suppose that training involved pain or suffering?"

"I would hope that would not be my lot; but if it was required, I would only hope that the men would take pleasure in my suffering and honor my efforts."

"Do you know what it means to be a slave?"

She hesitated, then said, "It is similar to being a Pillow Geisha, except the girl is not as willing and suffers more."

"That is correct. Do you understand that your services for the next four years will require you to be both a Geisha and a slave?"

Again, the hesitation and a glimmer of unhappiness. "I was not told this. Yet, if I understand it properly, it might make me a better Geisha."

"True. Just as your Geisha training will make you a better slave."

She contemplated her fate for a moment, then asked, "Will I be bound, or beaten?"

"Yes. In fact, you will secretly watch the beatings of three others shortly, following which you will be similarly beaten."

"You frighten me, Mr. Morgan. If I am to be beaten, I would endure it much better if I understood why."

"Of course. There are two reasons. A slave is always subject to punishment for any shortcomings and sometimes simply at the whim of her Master. To train properly, she must fear the whip. For this reason she is beaten once, severely, at the outset."

"I understand. Yet, I am already afraid. I hope I please you when my time comes. But you said there were two reasons for my being beaten. What was the other?"

"To please me."

For a minute or two, there was silence. Mei Ling finally broke the silence. "I will serve you, and whomever you wish, either as Geisha or slave. I will do my best to obey in all things. Punish me as you see fit. My life is already dedicated to the pleasure of men. I can see that your training me as a slave will greatly increase my dedication and my ability to please. So I beg of you, please train me as a slave."

Morgan was, for one of the few times in his life, impressed. He stood before her and removed the cuffs from her hands.

"Kiss my feet and beg me to enslave you!"

She obeyed instantly, remaining on her knees. "Please, make me your slave."

"Turn and submit your wrists for binding behind your back." She turned gracefully and crossed her wrists.

He bound her wrists tightly with a leather thong. Briefly, he stood over her, observing his property. Finally, he drew her to her feet.

He showed her the peep-hole through which she could watch the proceedings to come. He then escorted her into his office where the initiatory canings would take place.

"You are a trained Geisha who understands submission. Train well, and you will train others under you. Because you are more advanced, you will watch the first three ahead of you."

He showed her the ropes by which each would be hung and the floor bolts which would spread their legs. Finally, he showed her the cane.

"Do not think you are privileged. Because of your training, more will be expected of you."

He paused and temporarily untied her hands.

"Now, as a new trainee, you will not be allowed clothes until you progress sufficiently in your training to earn them. Strip!"

She was caught off guard, but obeyed. For the first time, she was naked before a western man. She understood already that it could be as long as weeks before she would be allowed to cover her body again. Her clothes were quickly removed and locked away.

Morgan circled her once, slowly. He watched her skin flush, her breathing increase. He caressed her breast gently and was pleased to see her gasp in pleasure. She responded well.

"Play with yourself!"

Both hands went to her pussy. As she again blushed in shame, she used two fingers of one hand to spread her cuntlips while fingering her clitoris with the other hand.

He watched her eyes as she worked, approaching orgasm quickly. At the last possible moment, he ordered, "Stop!"

Impressively, she obeyed instantly, much to her own frustration.

"Turn, and cross your wrists for binding!"

A low moan of frustration escaped her lips as she did so. Her wrists were again bound, behind her, with the leather strap.

He turned her again, facing him. Again, he caressed her breast. She moaned loudly, sensuously.

"Understand, this body is no longer your own. It is mine. I will take pleasure from it at will or give you to others. Or if I wish," at that point, his caress turned suddenly into a painful vise-grip on her nipple, "...I will cause you pain." Releasing his grip, he was pleased with her reaction. Great sensitivity, but not a sign of protest or resistance.

"Now, go back to the den and watch the three before you as they are caned. You will follow them."

"Yes, Master." He noted with satisfaction her use of the proper form of address. He then called to his assistant, "Bring in the African bitch first!"

The three slaves were in nearby cages, dressed only in their tunics. Their hands were cuffed and attached to the tops of their cages. Nubia was brought in and left standing in the middle of the room.

"Bind her hands to the ropes!"

Her handcuffs were removed and were replaced with the rope loops. She was hoisted up and the rope tied off. The man left.

"I am Willis Morgan, the owner of this island. You are now a slave and belong to me. Your very life is in my hands. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

Taking her hair painfully in his hands, he yelled, "That's 'Yes, Master'!" Terrified, she responded, "Yes, Master."

"As a new slave, you’ll be denied the use of clothes until you earn them." With that, he released the clip at her shoulder, and the garment fell to her feet. Morgan picked it up and threw it casually across the room, out of sight.

He circled her body slowly, appraising her. She cringed in fear, afraid of the man. When he reached, suddenly, for her pussy with one hand, her reflex reaction was to close her legs.

Morgan quickly attached her ankle shackles to the wide-spread floor rings. Now, she was drawn up onto her toes, and her cunt was fully exposed and available. His hand returned to her, penetrating her brutally as he looked into her eyes.

"Remember that you belong to this establishment. You have no rights at all, least of all to conceal your body or deny access to it. In the future, such resistance shall be punished."

She moaned in both fear and arousal as Morgan's fingers continued to manipulate her cunt. He continued until she grew moist, then withdrew.

In the next room, Mei-Ling watched, entranced. She was fearful yet amazed at Morgan's handling of the African slave. Both women shuddered as he picked up the cane.

"You will soon be caned. Not as punishment, not even for my own pleasure, but to teach you. Kiss the cane!"

She obeyed as he held it to her lips. He placed the cane in front of her on his desk and left the room to join Mei-Ling in the den.

"She's amazing, Master!"

"Not really. Quite typical, in fact. Her transport here was brutal with her, torturing her and raping her regularly. For that reason, her caning must be severe, but the follow-up more relaxed."

They watched her in silence for close to twenty minutes. Nubia continued to breathe hard, struggling in her bonds, fearful of what would come.

He returned finally, made her kiss the cane one more time then laid it hard on her ass. As expected, the first explosion of pain hurt her beyond belief, causing her to dance like a puppet from her ropes. A few seconds later, when the second stroke hit, her screams started. Twenty strokes, and she was totally bathed in sweat, hanging limp. He replaced the cane on the desk and returned to Mei-Ling.

"I can't believe she endured that much pain!"

"She did. As will the two following her, and you yourself. At first, there is disbelief. Then the physical explosion. Extreme fear, and a certainty you will not survive. Then the fear that the cane will maim your flesh and that the one holding the cane will kill you with it. Finally, defeat, surrender to the pain, a resolution that you will survive, though you don't know how and you wish you could die. When its over, you feel like you've left hell and somehow returned to the real world. You expect mercy, or approval, or praise for endurance. With a personal slave, I would remain by her side and give her all these things. With a Casino slave, one which I might not even see again, I do none of them. She recovers alone and realizes only the power of the pain, her helplessness and the absolute necessity of never being punished again. When I return, I will have her kiss the cane again and thank me for her caning. She will then be brought to the training area."

Mei-Ling's amazement continued as he carried out his intentions on Nubia, then had Nanette brought in. During the first interlude he explained, "Nanette was abducted, then raped and beaten by Corsican police. She was abused for only a few hours, then drugged, crated and shipped. She awoke, after several days of transit, only a couple of hours ago. With her, I will be more merciful sounding, yet demand absolute cooperation."

As he approached Nanette with the cane she broke out crying desperately. She screamed continuously and weakened rapidly. Noting the posturing of her body as she reacted to the cane, he detected a degree of sexual response provoked directly by the cane. So he paused the caning at the tenth stroke, both to test his observation and to avoid having her pass out.

He placed the cane in her open cuntal slit and slowly drew its length through the gap between her lips. The massive fear she felt as the tool of her suffering suddenly intruded on her most private and sensitive area was quickly replaced by a deep, sensuous moan as her body's sexual response was triggered. Morgan estimated that two such slow caresses of the cane might bring her to orgasm. He stopped at one.

Five more strokes in quick succession and Nanette was again screaming and dancing uncontrollably.

For the last five, he grabbed her cunt forcefully with his left hand, penetrating her with one finger, holding her steady (as if she could move all that far) and swung hard with the other hand.

Finished, he wiped her juices from his hand onto her face then placed the cane on the desk and retreated to the den.

"She will be interesting to train. She is truly innocent, most vulnerable to the pain, but she has a strong, suppressed sexual streak. The pain brings out her responses, and rape will have a similar effect. I must inform my chief trainers not to be deceived by her seeming innocence but to push her hard, particularly with her sexual servitude."

Nanette did her twenty minutes of recuperation and was quickly replaced by Cara. Cara resisted constantly, threatening her captors to the point that two men were required to properly string her up. Morgan treated her accordingly.

"Your file says you are a murderess, that you constantly fought your guards and other prisoners, that you have to be forced to cooperate."

Still clothed, her ankles unbound, she hung by her wrists and glared.

"It says you were hung by your thumbs all day your last day there and you were still unrepentant."

"What would you do in my place?"

"In point of fact, cunt, I am not in your place. You are. And you should be assured that we can make your stay here so uncomfortable that prison will seem like a paradise by comparison. You are no longer a prisoner but a slave. Whether you serve that slavery as a whore, a showgirl, a torture victim or a toilet mouth is totally up to us. Rest assured that whatever your role, your enslavement will entertain our paying clientele."

He unclipped her tunic. She attempted to hold it to her body with her legs. Morgan just pulled it, slowly and forcefully, tearing it from her body. He then stood to her side and gave her one hard stroke with the cane.

She screamed, shocked at the sudden pain. Even at the prison, no whipstroke had hurt so much.

"You will be initiated with twenty strokes of the cane. Should you resist again, I'll add more strokes." Moving to one of her feet, he said, "Extend your legs toward me, one at a time, so I can chain them apart. Do so now, or five strokes will be added to your total."

Her face was torn between open rebellion and abject fear. Morgan lightly stroked her nearer breast on its nipple with the cane, saying, "I will ignore your hesitation to this point, but no longer. Things could get decidedly worse, you know."

She extended her ankles. Morgan strapped them tight, spread to the maximum. "Twenty strokes, cunt. And remember, even your prison had its limits under local law. Here, I am the sole law." He then took a handful of her breast and squeezed, hard, bringing forth a scream. He stared into her eyes as he held his grip, mercilessly, daring her to rebel. She stared back, petrified.

He placed the cane down in front of her, repeated, "Twenty strokes!" and vanished through the door.

To the still bound and aroused Mei-Ling, he said, smiling, "She's a tough bitch. The type that's a pleasure and a challenge to train. She can absorb a lot of punishment. She'll have to be broken and re-broken regularly."

Mei-Ling was getting extremely horny. The punished women were striking a powerful chord within her, one previously untouched. And Morgan himself, his power and confidence, got her wet just by his presence. "Please Master, let me make love to you."

Morgan ran one finger through her pussy, covering it with her juice. He brought the finger between their faces, separated by inches. She could see and smell her arousal.

"You are a wanton slut."

"Yes, Master."

"You would press your desire upon me."

She paused, sensing her error. "Yes, Master."

"But you are an owned slut."

"Yes, Master."

"You must learn to set aside your needs and serve only the needs of your Master."

"Yes, Master."

"Open your mouth!"

She opened, already humiliated at what she knew was coming. He pushed his finger, coated with her juices, into her mouth.

"Suck your pussy-juice off my finger!"

She obeyed, sucking his finger sensuously as if it were a cock. It increased her arousal noticabIy as she moaned and ground her naked hips at the very air.

"Oh, Master, I need it so bad! I don't know why, but you, the cane, this whole situation, its, its..."

"I understand. You are here for that very purpose. If you continue to pursue your own selfish needs you will be further restrained or punished. You must learn to channel your need into the service of your Master."

She was developing an awareness of how versatile and varied the restraints and punishments at the Casino could be. Far more effective than the simple brutality she might have feared, she saw the sensitivity, the awareness and the sophistication inherent in all Morgan was doing. Indeed, the training program here would be thorough.

She swallowed her need and fell to her knees, saying, "I'm sorry, Master. Please train your unworthy slave."

"I will indeed train you. Watch Cara, and learn."

As he entered, Cara began another round of verbal protests. Ignoring her, Morgan located a gag consisting mostly of a large sponge. As she protested, he forcefully thrust the sponge-gag into her cunt, then wiped the surrounding tissue clean until the sponge was sopping wet. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her head back hard and thrust the wet gag deep into her mouth, strapping it in place.

"Now, slut. I'm tired of your complaints. You are an owned slave, my property. You will be beaten, raped, humiliated, caged, bound, placed on public display, subjected to public abuse, used as a toilet and treated in any way I desire or deem useful in your training."

He moved to the ropes, and as he hoisted her already stretched body an inch or two higher, said, "Learn, and learn quickly, to obey and to serve. When you think of rebelling in the days and months to come, think of the power a Malacca cane has to discourage such rebellion!"

He swung, and swung brutally hard.

She cried and screamed through her gag.

Morgan caned her relentlessly, not pausing until the full twenty strokes had fallen.

He summoned his assistant, with one more helper. They were told to make themselves comfortable during Cara's twenty-minute wait, then to bring her to the Casino, still gagged, and chain her spread-eagled to a wall for the enjoyment of the patrons. She would remain there until midnight, some thirteen hours.

He returned to his den and faced the naked Mei-Ling, her hands still tied behind her back. Their eyes met, knowingly. Now, Mei-Ling would have to bear the cane. He spoke to her as he would to any other slave.

"All right, pig. Its your turn."

He turned and held the door open. She followed, shuddering in fear but without protest.

Standing her in position, he commanded, "Spread your legs!" Her feet were quickly shackled, spread painfully wide. He lowered the rope which would suspend her arms and only then untied her wrists, immediately hoisting them up. Her body was raised to the point where her heels left the floor entirely, and only with effort could her toes stretch far enough to bear some of her weight.

Morgan, holding the cane, dropped to one knee in front of the hanging girl. He inspected her cunt closely. Spread wide open, as the others, her clit and vagina were totally exposed. Mei-Ling was painfully aware of this and also aware of being helpless to stop it. He penetrated her briefly with two fingers, then rose to face her as she moaned.

He sampled her taste off of one of his fingers, then wiped the other in a diagonal line across her face.

"Well, slut, it seems your cunt is ready to meet the cane."

He took the cane itself and rubbed its middle section through her parted cuntlips, coating it generously with her secretions. She again moaned, deeply, in her frustrated arousal.

"Open your mouth!"

She opened.

He put the cane in her mouth, the part moistened from her cunt placed between her teeth, pulling her lips back like a bit-gag. Involuntarily, her tongue tasted her juices and she moaned again.

"You will hold the cane until I return to torture you with it. If you drop it, you will be subjected to additional punishment."

He circled her slowly, taking a closer look at her body. He briefly manipulated her flesh at times, feeling the consistency of her breasts, her thigh-flesh, her pussy lips, even parting her ass-cheeks to inspect their hidden treasure. Mei-Ling realized quickly that she could not even turn her head to watch his movements; the ends of the cane were blocked by her arms stretched upwards above her.

Morgan remained aloof, prodding, poking and caressing in no apparent pattern, arousing the slave intensely while increasing her vulnerability. Throughout, she also was helpless to stop the demanding pull of her bonds, stretching her body mercilessly as it exposed her totally.

Suddenly, Morgan was in front of her.

"When I return, you will discover the meaning of the word 'Pain'." That quickly, he was gone. He left through the outer door, behind her, out of her field of vision.

She hung, helpless and exposed, from the ropes. Her jaw already ached from holding the cane in her mouth, and it still bore the tastes and smells of her cunt. She was in a state of constant apprehension, not even able to watch the door for Morgan's return. In point of fact, he waited a full half-hour before he returned to increase her apprehension still further.

Entering soundlessly, he moved to her front and practically ripped the cane from her mouth. "Slave-cunt, allow me to introduce you to the Malacca cane." He held it to her lips, wordlessly demanding her to kiss it. He then said, "Now, slut, beg me for your initiation!"

Still fearful, she hesitated only long enough to find the proper words. "Please, Master, initiate me by caning my ass. Please cane me properly, hard enough to please you, and have no mercy on this worthless, humble slave."

He smiled, and responded, "I would be happy to fulfill your request."

As he took position at Mei-Ling's side, she shut her eyes and tensed, waiting for the first blow. Morgan swung with all his strength, inflicting a vicious stroke at the bottom of her ass-cheeks which began to welt immediately.

Mei-Ling screamed loud, shocked at the pain. A second and third stroke landed quickly, and Mei-Ling found herself pleading for mercy. "Oh God, please!"

Morgan paused, standing in front of her. She composed himself a bit, then begged, "Please, Master, the pain is far more than I dreamed. Please gag me, so I do not dishonor myself with more begging for mercy which I know you cannot grant."

Morgan went to his stock of equipment and returned with another sponge gag, identical to the one he used on Cara.

"Beg for it to be used as you witnessed on the last slut!"

Sensing herself sliding further down the road of degradation, she begged, "Please, Master, use the sponge on my cunt to soak up all my juice. Then, when it is wet to your satisfaction, strap it tightly into my mouth."

As he carried out his intentions, he mentally reviewed her amazing potential. Though totally unexposed to bondage and domination, she appeared completely submissive. The pain, restraint and humiliation turned her on like a firecracker. In all his years as a slave-owner, he had never seen anything like her.

He had to be careful not to push her to orgasm as he fucked her with the sponge and then wiped her cunt dry. The gag, now totally soaked, was held inches in front of her face to allow her to see and smell her juices prior to gagging her with them. Her moans of arousal continued.

He picked up the cane again and took his position. Now, with her voice denied her, she turned her head, pleaded with her eyes and a now muffled groan of fear for the mercy she knew would never be granted.

He started caning her again. As he stroked her, hard, from the top of her ass-cheeks to her thighs, she screamed piteously and continuously through her gag. Morgan was merciless. As Mei-Ling shook her head in agony, he continued swinging, beyond even the usual twenty strokes, to an incredible thirty.

He stood in front of her watching her breathing hard, in genuine agony, hanging helplessly from her bonds. He caressed her breast again, not to stimulate, but to emphasize her nakedness and vulnerability. He then held the cane up with both hands directly in front of her face.

She looked at the cane now with horror, still reeling from the agony it caused her.

Morgan wordlessly placed the cane on the desk, then left the room.

Mei-Ling hung naked, opened, gagged with her own juices and now severely welted. She realized, belatedly, that her Geisha training, as ancient as it was in tradition, as thorough as it was in detail, barely scratched the surface in depth and intensity. While she thought herself pleasing to men, which she was, she had barely begun traveling the road to true submission. She knew nothing about giving up her will, sacrificing her own pleasure, forfeiting her freedom, not to mention the enforced nudity and exposure, the pain and punishment, the humiliation and degradation. A Geisha pleased her man by dressing like a queen. A slave might have to be beaten, drink piss, suck off a man or a woman, or be subjected to forms of abuse that would stagger the imagination.

She had indeed committed herself and dedicated her life to pleasing men. Now she realized a whole new universe was opening before her, an incredible range of activity that would carry her commitment far beyond her wildest dreams. And to her surprise, she found herself hungering for more even as she hung in agony.

Morgan gave her a full hour to contemplate her experience. Returning, he removed her gag, handcuffed her hands behind her back, then freed her ankles. He then leaned back against his desk and waited for a reaction.

Mei-Ling fell to her knees and kissed his feet, passionately. Looking up at him with tear-filled eyes, she said, "Thank you Master, for caning me and for enslaving me. I shall try my best to be pleasing to you."

"You will please anyone and everyone you are told to please and in any and every way required of you. Some ways you are already trained in and may someday train others for us. Other ways you have yet to imagine. You will be trained in all areas and will submit willingly to each and every one of them. Now, you may begin your training."

He pushed a buzzer on his desk and a female entered. She wore spike-heeled boots, leather split-crotch panties, a leather half-bra which left the nipples exposed and a leather collar and wrist-cuffs. A cat-o-nine tails hung from her waist and she carried a collar and leash from one hand.

"Take her and train her hard."

The new girl collared Mei-Ling, said, "Follow me, pig!", then practically dragged her away, naked and handcuffed, so fast she did not have a chance to look back at Morgan as she left.

Morgan called central security. "Do you have a good recording of the initiations conducted here the past few hours? Good. Have the tapes delivered to me in my office tomorrow morning."

Next, he called the hotel manager. "Have Rose escorted to my office in thirty minutes."

He ordered coffee and pastry to be delivered during the interview with Rose. He spent some additional time going over his paperwork: food orders, maintenance reports, supplies in addition to training reports on the newest slaves. Finally, he reviewed Rose's file.

She was attractive--a red-head, good body, part Apache Indian. She had guts, was experienced in bed, mixed it up with the men regularly. She was bisexual and ran a strip joint that was being squeezed for cash. The man who referred her, a member of the local Chamber of Commerce, was doing the squeezing.

She was accepting a job as a dealer but had not been told of the sexual aspect of her duties, nor was she informed of the bondage theme of the Casino.

He called the slave pits.

"I want two nude slaves brought to the office. Have them gagged and chained, hands over their heads, on either side of my office door. Also, do you have any cunt waiting for a whipping? Good, bring her along as well; I'll take care of it personally. Be here in ten minutes."

The slave to be whipped was made to kneel by the wall, handcuffed and naked. Between her and the two outside, Rose would find out quickly how the Casino worked.

She entered, escorted by a female staffer. Appearing to be somewhat taken back by the chained nudity, she nevertheless introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Rose."

"And I'm Willis Morgan. Welcome to the Casino."

"I must admit, I've been taken off guard by some of the, er, sights to be seen here, but frankly, the 'Gentleman' who referred me I find to be as trustworthy as a thief."

"My apologies, Rose. People usually enter this place in only two ways, either fully informed or in chains. Have you had any experience with bondage?"

"Actually, I have. In fact, just before I talked with your contact, I had bound and strapped one of my dancers who got out of line."

"Good! Then you're not a newcomer to these things. At this Casino, people gamble with both cash and sex. Winners receive monetary rewards and sexual service or entertainment. Losers lose not only cash, but can be used sexually by the house or other guests. Although rare, sometimes a big loser can find themselves enslaved by the house permanently."

"Amazing! How do you get away with it?"

"First, I personally own the entire island. I am its sole law. People attend our functions by invitation only, with references. Our employees are acquired in the same way, as you were. The main stock of house slaves are imported from prisons, slave traders, or occasionally, volunteers. Some are enslaved for a limited time, usually several years. Others are here for life."

"I get the picture."

"In addition to winning or losing at the tables, our guests can also purchase services."

"In other words, the slaves are also whores?"

"No. A whore makes a personal profit. Slaves are required to perform to earn their keep. Also, by charging guests for only the services they use, they are billed fairly, not having to subsidize other guests."

"O.K. How about the dealers?"

"Your records indicate you are skilled in BlackJack and Poker, correct?"

"Yes."

"You will deal as you would at a standard casino table. Customers commit to either a time limit or a dollar amount, and eventually they either win or lose. Losing guests are punished by being stripped naked, bound and made to submit to either the dealer, another staff member or a house slave. Alternatively, they might be whipped or simply placed in restraint for a specified time.

"Guests who win receive similar services, either from the dealer or, again, a house slave."

"So, if my customers win, I have to suck them off?"

"At times. But, the house does win more than it loses."

"You know, I thought there was a catch."

"So, what do you think?"

"I think the idea turns me on!"

Morgan smiled, then snapped his fingers. The naked slave at the wall crawled on her knees to the floor between them.

"This slave is scheduled for punishment. She is to receive twenty strokes with a cat-o-nine tails for instigating an argument with another slave."

Rose looked at her incredulously; it was obvious she was turned on by the idea. The memory of her own punished dancer was still fresh in her mind. And here, there was no threat of reprisal. She smiled.

"I'm interested!"

"Then take this cat and let me see what you can do."

Rose connected the slave's leash to her chair so that it brought her head between Rose's thighs. After a few practice swings, she brought the cat down vertically on the slave's ass.

As Morgan looked on approvingly, Rose continued to lash the slave, bringing forth the most delightful contortions and muffled screams. After the tenth stroke Rose got up, took the top of her panties in hand and asked Morgan, "May I?" Morgan smiled, and said, "Of course!"

Now, without her panties, Rose again sat down. By sliding forward in the chair and pulling up on the slave's hair, she was able to bury the slave's face in her own pussy. With a solid squeeze of her thighs and another hard tug on the slave's hair, Rose was able to start the slave's tongue working.

Rose knew that this kind of service always made her whip arm stronger. She used that arm energetically now on the slave's ass. As the slave reacted to the cat, her screams and movements were rechanneled directly into Rose's pussy. By the time the twentieth stroke was delivered, Rose was coming onto the slave's face.

As she came out of her orgasm, Morgan smiled at her and said, "If you can take it half as good as you dish it out, you're hired!"

"Thank you."

"But be forewarned: we run a tight ship here. Violations of house rules can sometimes warrant severe punishments. Your supervisor will begin filling you in on the details while she shows you to your room."

He watched her with anticipation. She could handle a whip with skill; her experience was quite real. But he sensed a rebellious spirit within her. The first time she had to submit to a winner, he would know more. He wondered, though, how she might work out as a house slave...

Well, first things first.

Copyright© 1999
Master Ivan Press