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THE CASINO

by Master Ivan

Chapter 12

Transportation to and from the island was varied. A few came by private yacht or helicopter. Certain slaves and employees arrived by cutter from freighters offshore. Most guests, however, were flown into the airport of an island some hundred or so miles away, then were given the option of a helicopter trip or a brief cruise on one of the island's own cutters. Bill and Margo Demling took the cruise.

Upon debarkation, each guest, or in this case, couple was met by a slave in what was for the Casino a modest uniform. The Demlings were met by Mei-Ling, dressed in a sheer tunic attached to her by a single clip over one shoulder.

"Welcome Master, Mistress, to our Casino. I will have your bags brought to your room while you are given your orientation by the staff. You are lucky today as the owner, Willis Morgan, will be speaking to your group personally."

Mei-Ling left with their bags as one of the employee/guides escorted them into the building. They were seated in what looked like a medical waiting area. One of the medical staff came out and spoke. "Welcome. Very briefly, I'll explain your first step here. We run a very tight ship as far as disease prevention. Absolutely no one is allowed sexual contact with anyone else on the island unless we know for sure that they are free of any communicable diseases. Although we are small, we are extremely well equipped, and we have access to the best technology in the world. Unlike most hospitals you are familiar with, we will take samples of blood, urine and the like, and will know within two hours if any of you are carrying anything that could be spread to either our staff or another guest. We apologize for the short delay, but rest assured, once you are cleared you may do anything with anyone on the island and be sure of your medical security.

"For those of you who wish, we have numerous birth control options available including the newest implants. If you wish to lengthen your stay we stock all the major birth control pills usually available."

She droned on for another few minutes then passed out some brief forms requesting medical information.

"Remind me later, Bill, to find out if that bitch is on the slave staff. I want to paddle her ass!"

"But Margo--could you imagine what they'd go through if the clap or AIDS started running through this place? We'll be out of here quickly enough, and I, for one, like the idea!"

Margo continued grumbling while Bill filled out the forms for both of them.

One at a time, each guest provided the staff with the appropriate samples, then was dismissed. On the way out, each was handed an ID card with a magnetic strip. The uses of the card were to be explained later.

Back in the waiting area a detailed questionnaire was distributed pertaining to the sexual preferences and performance of each guest. It included numerous questions about straight sex but went much further, into bondage games, dominant or submissive experiences, fetishes and the like. The attendant passing out the forms advised honesty--"These sheets help us both to match you up with slaves with the appropriate talents and tolerances and, more importantly, to establish your limits. As you know, the Casino employs stakes of a sexual nature as well as the traditional monetary ones. Some of you will be winners, others losers. In order to judge the appropriate level of activity to permit the winners, or to enforce upon the losers, even to set stakes prior to a game, we must know your capabilities. So please, be realistic. Setting your limits too low will take much of the excitement out of your stay here, while setting them too high might get you in over your heads..."

A short time later, the last of the forms was completed and they all proceeded to the auditorium. To the delight of all, there were already a number of slaves bound on display. The Demlings were able to pass through the Casino proper on the way and were confronted with the sight of Cara, still in her punishment.

"Margo, will you look at this! I wonder what she did to earn such a punishment?"

Margo was in awe. She stared openly, almost wantonly, at Cara's cock-gag, her clamped nipples, her welts and especially at the double dildos supporting her weight.

"Incredible! Do you think we can touch her?"

"I suppose so, at least up to a point. I would presume anyone restrained like this is subject to public abuse."

Margo, almost in a trance, gently caressed Cara's pussy, bringing forth a low moan. As Bill looked on, Margo continued staring, touching gently, watching Cara's eyes. Suddenly, Margo smiled, the vicious smile that brought fear to Bill's eyes when she used it on him. She took a single hair from Cara's pussy and pulled it out, gently, slowly, causing Cara to utter a scream, muffled in her gagged mouth.

Bill was aroused by the scene. "I suppose it wouldn't be wrong to give her a little pleasure, too. She's obviously been suffering awhile." He turned on both dildos, to about fifty percent.

Margo, smiling, agreed. "True, Bill. But she's also here to be punished for something, right? We shouldn't give her too much pleasure, should we..."

She turned off the dildo in Cara's cunt, then turned the one in her ass up to one hundred percent. The buzzing was now audible, even over Cara's growing moans of frustration.

"C'mon, Bill. We've got business to attend to." They walked away, leaving Cara to suffer. Minutes later, all were seated in the auditorium.

On either end of the stage a nude slave was bound.

To the left, a white-skinned blond girl was chained in a standing spread-eagle. She was gagged, but otherwise unpenetrated. Her breasts and cuntlips bore clamps, each heavily weighted. Under the stage lights, she sweated heavily, having obviously been fastened already for a significant time.

At the other end, a black girl was bound. Her legs were strapped to a spreader bar and hoisted high, leaving only her shoulders and head on the floor. The front of her body faced the audience. From her cunt and ass protruded two dildos, tied in. She was also gagged, in this case with a penis gag.

Both girls just hung, sweated and occasionally released a moan of pain as they suffered.

Morgan entered unannounced and took the podium.

"Good morning! First, a small apology. If any of you are feeling somewhat impatient over the minor delays present at your entry, rest assured they are almost over. In the meantime, I hope the sight of some of our primary diversions will help assuage your frustrations." At this, he gestured at the bound beauties flanking him, bringing forth a knowing chuckle from his audience.

"In any case, I bid you all welcome to the Casino. As you should know by now, we offer you all the standard accoutrements of the more widely known resorts--the hotel, restaurants, game tables, all designed with the greatest possible luxury in mind for you, our guests. However, this is only a backdrop for our real purpose.

"We are all unique, unusual people in one respect--we all have a hunger for sex, based upon the mystique of dominance and submission, bondage and enslavement. Here, your fantasies become reality. Our staff of employees can assist you in living out your bondage fantasies, and our extensive collection of house slaves will provide more than enough, er, 'material', to work with." More knowing chuckles.

"Even to this extent, although these features are rare, they do not make us unique. What singles out this island from the entire world is the combination of our sexual interests with the Casino games. Here, you may wager not only cash, but sex. Here, you can lay a whip down on a table, play a game and the loser can be stripped, bound and whipped by the winner in public view. Here, a winner can be, for instance, serviced by a slave for an agreed upon time, while a loser can find themselves similarly serving someone else, perhaps even one of our own slaves.

"In one mild, but interesting, diversion from last summer, two women played backgammon, head to head. The winner, by prior agreement, was serviced by both their husbands, while the loser was stripped, placed in chains and made to wander the Casino thus exposed for the next twelve hours. After several hours of public view, the loser was at so much of a loss for what to do with herself, and so aroused, she herself requested to be bound to a platform where she could be used by anyone who wished, for the remainder of her time. We gladly complied.

"You will notice that each of you has a limited amount of credit available with which to gamble. Please be cautious in its use as no amount of money will allow you to extend your credit should you lose it. In the case of a major loss, you will notice the rate charts accompanying your brochures. All losses by guests beyond their initial stake will be paid back to the house in 'Trade', frequently in service to other guests. If, as can sometimes happen, your losses mount to the point where you cannot pay your debt by the end of your reserved time, you will earn your keep in trade, as well, at rates earned by house slaves, which, you will notice, are half that of losing guests.

"True gambling does not fulfill one unless there is an element of danger--either financial loss or some other penalty for the loser. Here, just as winners can partake of rewards truly unique in the world, losers pay penalties of a similar nature. So be aware--play too foolishly, and you may be here", at this point, he gestured again to the two beauties suffering on stage, "...to greet our next group of guests.

"Good luck to you all, enjoy your stay, and may your dreams come true!'

As Morgan left to the sound of applause, the Demlings spotted Mei-Ling returning to guide them to their room. Margo looked at Bill and said, "I love this setup! We could play for the same stakes we use at home and both come up winners!"

"I'd be careful, Margo. We could also come up big losers. And here, you couldn't tell who might be swinging the whip. These people are pros."

"Oh, don't be such a wimp, Bill. That's what makes this all so exciting! Anyway, here's Mei-Ling; let's get to our room."

The walk took just a few minutes, during which they had ample opportunity to view numerous slaves bound on display. Even the corridors connecting rooms in the hotel proper were well-stocked. The majority of the slaves were simply naked, chained hand and foot. Still, a substantial number wore other punishment devices, such as gags, clamps, chastity belts and the like. Or perhaps the method of binding constituted the punishment: suspension by wrists, legs spread painfully wide, or an inverted suspension. One slave, in a small lounge on their floor, wore a bit-gag: a simple leather covered rod strapped tightly between the teeth. Her wrist and ankle shackles were connected behind her with a single padlock and the lock connected to a hoist by which she was painfully suspended several feet off the floor.

Mei-Ling showed them how to use the numerous computer terminals distributed all over the resort. To demonstrate, she keyed in her own number. The screen read, "Mei-Ling. Japanese. Indentured slave, 4 years. 5 weeks served. Substantial Geisha training. Pain Tolerance: 85; Cleared all implements through Malacca Cane. Prohibitions: no cuts to skin. Restraint Tolerance: 95. No Prohibitions. Sexual Service Tolerance: 100. Bisexual. No Prohibitions. Toilet Service: 100. No Prohibitions. All rates at House Slave scale. Special Discounts: 15% off rates for Oral Service and Toilet Service, for training purposes. Role Reversal: Fully qualified Dominatrix and Slave-Trainer."

Bill and Margo were impressed. Bill asked, "This sounds like you are a very accomplished slave. Am I correct?"

"My Mistresses have said so, Master, but pride is unbecoming in a slave."

Margo then asked, "How about Bill and myself. Are we in there yet?"

Mei-Ling took Margo's card and inserted it in the slot.

"You may only check your own information, or that of a slave, unless another guest loses to you." The screen printed out her information:

"Margo Demling. American. Guest, 1 week. Credits available: $5000. Dominant, switchable. Pain Tolerance: 70; Cleared through Riding Crop and Buggy Whip. Prohibitions: none. Restraint Tolerance: 80. No Inverted Suspension. Sexual Service Tolerance: 100. Bisexual. No Prohibitions. Toilet Service: 90. Prohibitions: none. Guest rates"

"A little generous, wouldn't you say?" Bill looked at his wife with concern, but also with a growing aggravation at her presumptuous attitude.

"Is it anything for you to be concerned about?"

"Margo, you know you've never felt a buggy whip. And you've never, ever, been pissed on. Why does the chart say otherwise?"

"Look, Bill. When people look at this, I don't want them thinking I'm a total novice."

"Perhaps you've forgotten. The only way other people will look at it without your permission is if you lose. And if you lose, they will assume immediately that you'll drink their piss and that they can use a buggy whip on you."

"Well, maybe I just want to stretch my limits a bit. Besides, it only matters if I lose."

Bill dropped the matter. If she wanted to stick her neck out, she knew what she was getting into. Hopefully.

Mei-Ling escorted them into their room. They were greeted with a large, luxurious suite clearly built for a party.

"You will note the wet bar to your left. It is fully stocked with all your preferences. In the corner to your left, the closet holds all your disciplinary equipment including a few of the larger items that take up quite a bit of space. For instance, there is a fully functional rack setup, complete with motorized winches, which folds into the size of a large suitcase.

"The next two doors are closed cells. They enable you to keep two slaves readily at hand but out of sight.

"Next to them are two open cells. These cages are wheel mounted and can be moved anywhere in the room."

The far corner and wall was occupied by a massive leather couch. In the room's center was a console TV with VCR, swivel mounted to face any part of the room. Hanging by the TV was another cage, about a yard wide by a yard high, suspended from the ceiling. The bed was in the third corner. Flanked by the two dressers and night tables, it was king-sized, framed in hardwood.

''There are a number of features you should be aware of on the bed", Mei-Ling continued. "You can see the eyebolts located along the frame at many points. But please observe..." She pressed a catch at the foot of the bed, lifted the footboard, and revealed a full stocks arrangement. There were holes for ankles, wrists and neck, providing many possibilities in its use. The headboard was similarly equipped. She then folded down the covers to reveal a unique feature. On each side of the bed, halfway up its length, the mattress was provided with a removable section. "If you wish, a slave can be restrained here, kneeling on the floor, with just her head above the mattress. In this way, she can service you with her mouth throughout the night, even as you sleep."

Margo found the idea fascinating. "I've just got to see this. Mei-Ling, may I try it out on you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Do you wish me naked, or handcuffed?"

"Yes, both."

Mei-Ling slipped the catch at the shoulder of her tunic, and it fell to the floor instantly, leaving her naked. After briefly showing Margo how to fasten the straps and collar to hold her in place within the matress, she went to the equipment closet, returning with a padlock and a set of keys. Wordlessly, Margo took the lock and joined Mei-Ling's wrist-irons behind her back. Mei-Ling got into position and was strapped into the bed.

"I love it! Now our bed is equipped with a luxurious mattress, elegant linen and a slave's head to pleasure us at our leisure!" She threw the covers back over the bed, covering Mei-Ling's head. She then started to undress.

Bill was amused. "You know, I was wondering how you'd react if you lost a few games and spent the night in another guest's room fixed like she is now."

Margo, now naked, growled back at him. "You'd love to see, I'm sure. You know you could lose as easily as me!"

She got into bed, quickly straddling Mei-Ling's restrained head with her thighs. "Alright, slut. Show me what you can do."

The covered head started bobbing gently, and Margo quickly began increasing her breathing rate. Bill reached over and dragged down the covers, exposing them both. "Gee, Bill, a girl can't get any privacy!"

Bill said, "No." He then removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock and straddled Margo's face with his cock pointing out over her exposed body, his asshole right over her nose and his balls resting on her mouth. Twisting her face aside, she complained, "A bit pushy today, aren't you?" Her left hand didn't move from her right nipple and her right hand remained entwined in Mei-Ling's hair.

"Why not? I distinctly remember your chart. 'Sexual tolerance 100, No Prohibitions...Bisexual'. I couldn't possibly imagine you objecting to sucking my balls while you get off."

Margo silently conceded victory. She opened her mouth and sucked his balls into it one at a time, licking them sensuously. Bill stroked himself slowly, simply enjoying the sensations as his wife responded with her own rapidly growing heat. From time to time, Bill reached down with his hands and squeezed her breasts, her nipples, bringing forth Margo's moans of pleasure-pain. Soon, both her hands pulled hard on Mei-Ling's hair, pulling her face deep into Margo's cunt as her husband squeezed both her nipples. Her orgasm was intense, loud and very wet. Mei-Ling, obediently, licked, sucked and swallowed, being very careful to follow through on Margo's post-orgasmic afterglow with gentleness.

Bill left Margo's face and removed the rest of his clothes. He was still erect, but wanted to finish the tour of the room. Minutes later, Mei-Ling was released from the bed, but still retained her locked wrists. Traces of Margo's orgasm were still visible on her mouth.

Mei-Ling showed them the walk-in closet behind the bed. Although there was much room for storage, the closet's clearly intended purpose was restraint. Eyebolts existed everywhere, as did a chain-hoist, numerous straps and harnesses, a portable punishment rail, even a bed of nails intended for the tender feet of a slave whose hands were restrained above her head.

The bathroom proved equally well-appointed. In addition to the standard sink, commode and Jacuzzi bath, there were chains installed designed to fasten a kneeling slave. Even the tub had its share of eyebolts at strategic locations. But what got Bill's attention was the "Toilet Stock". Mei-Ling explained all.

"As you know, our slaves are trained to clean you by mouth after you use the toilet. Alternatively, they can also drink your pee directly. The toilet stock is set up to bind a slave for that purpose. The floor straps bind her widely-spread legs at ankle and knee. The small hand stock at the wall raises her wrists high behind her. An elbow strap is also provided, if you wish to make her restraint a bit more punitive.

"The slave's head is bent back at a forty-five degree angle and placed in this cradle, then held with straps at forehead and across the jaw. When restrained, she is held totally immobilized; her head cannot move an inch and her mouth is forced to remain open.

"To use her, a woman can sit directly on her face. The angle is ideal for the slave to catch all the piss in her mouth. For a man, he simply drops his cock in her mouth. If she should fail to swallow all, there is a drain below her on the floor, and you are also provided with this." She showed them a funnel-gag. The mouthpiece was molded rubber, shaped like a typical cock-gag. Feeding it was a wide funnel, shaped to catch piss from either male or female.

"I wish to try this, Mei-Ling. Kneel!"

"Yes, Master."

She knelt in position, spreading her knees widely to meet the straps. Bill unlocked her wrists and fastened them to the hand-stock at the rear. He applied the elbow strap tightly, uniting Mei-Ling's arms from elbow to wrist and bringing forth a slight gasp from the slave.

The headrest was next. The strap over her forehead drew her head back dramatically, already forcing her mouth open helplessly. The jaw-strap was merely a formality.

Margo found the scene arousing. She approached Mei-Ling and ran her finger across the slave's cheek, picking up a bit of the cuntal residue still present on her face, then placed the finger in the opened mouth. Mei-Ling licked it, tasting it and gasped in arousal.

Margo then fingered her own pussy briefly and again gave Mei-Ling the finger to clean.

Bill used his own fingers to explore Mei-Ling's exposed cunt. It was, indeed, well-juiced. He gave the slave-girl a substantial sample to taste, arousing her further.

Finally, he said, "Fuck this, I've got to piss!" He placed his cock in Mei-Ling's mouth and pissed rapidly down her throat. She swallowed quickly, submitting. He left his cock in place as Mei-Ling licked him clean and soon restored his erection. In short order, he was forcing his shaft down her throat, pumping her mercilessly.

It took only a minute or two for him to come. He noted, with some pleasure, that she swallowed his come with pride, almost like it was divine nectar. A few drops trickled from her lips to land on one of her naked breasts.

With both tour and demonstrations complete, Mei-Ling was released, but her hands remained joined behind her. The Demlings complimented her on performing well and dismissed her.

Bill decided to take a shower. Margo, preoccupied with some thoughts her husband kept provoking in her, followed Mei-Ling into the living room and pulled her aside as the shower water started.

"Mei-Ling, you must tell me something."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Bill has been warning me over and over again about watching my losses at the tables. He says I could get in over my head."

"Yes..."

"So tell me. If a guest loses heavily, how bad could it get?"

Mei-Ling hesitated, producing the barest hint of a vicious looking smile. "Mistress, you have limits on your computer record. With small losses, your payback would be kept within those limits. You might be whipped a bit, made to suck off a few guests, maybe be bound in the Casino for a few hours..."

"Alright, and if it got worse?"

"It is possible you might have to choose between extending your limits or lengthening your stay, earning your keep at slave rates. Your discipline would be enforced, with the possibility of earning more punishment."

"Yes. And if losses got into the thousands?"

Now, her smile became open and obvious. "You would be enslaved, as I am, perhaps without even the benefit of a time limit. You would be trained fully as a slave, with your limits totally controlled by the training staff. It is quite possible that days after such an enslavement, you might find yourself spending the day in painful, punitive bondage in the middle of the Casino, subject to whippings or any other use or abuse the public would care to inflict upon you. Perhaps you might then spend the entire night in the restrooms, serving anyone, slave or guest, as I served you both, and worse."

Margo hesitated, lost momentarily in her thoughts. Suddenly, she asked Mei-Ling, "Is it true that you also participate in the training of other slaves?"

Mei-Ling smiled openly, obviously, even sadistically. She answered, "Yesss....", drawing out the sound of the word intentionally to sound as vicious as possible. Neither one of them missed the fact that Mei-Ling eliminated the "Mistress" from her answer.

Margo's eyes dropped, settling on the nipple of one of Mei-Ling's breasts, jutting out proudly as her hands remained locked behind her. A drop of Bill's come was still visible on her. She felt the overwhelming vulnerability of a woman who could conceivably become brutally enslaved at the mere fall of a card. She shuddered, touching her own breast, as Mei-Ling turned, wordlessly, gave her shoulders an arrogant shrug, and walked, naked, out of the room, her locked wrists behind her.

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