THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 13
Rose awoke early to her alarm and showered in preparation for an orientation session with her supervisor. Today she would be prepared to work as a dealer at the Casino. She dressed simply--she would be selecting a work wardrobe as part of her orientation.
She wondered just how far out this place could get. The sight of nude slaves bound in the public areas was both a turn-on and a shock. As a guest, she could party all day and all night in this place, but what was her status as an employee? Bad enough she had been locked in her room for a time. Worse, she found out after arrival that, yes, she would sometimes have to suck off the guests. But worst of all, she heard rumors that the employee staff could even be punished, just like the slaves at times. Indeed, perhaps some of the nude bodies chained up throughout the place might be employees themselves.
She convinced herself not to worry. After all, she'd also be getting her own share of head from the losing customers, and she did know how to win at the card tables. Besides, the pay scale was great!
She did up her hair, put on a minimum of makeup and wore a simple shift with no undies. A pair of comfortable heels completed her dress, which she assumed would soon be changed anyway.
A slave met her at her room and wordlessly escorted her to the Casino office.
"Good morning, Rose! Glad to have you aboard!" The supervisor was simply dressed, but in one hundred percent black leather. A long dress, tight kidskin with a low-cut bodice and one leg slit to mid-thigh, just enough to reveal the top of her boots and her fishnet stockings, supported by a garter belt. She wore a red leather belt from which hung a cat-o-nine tails.
They started out in wardrobe. The collection was impressive, large enough to outfit half the whores in Las Vegas.
"You may choose any number of costumes. Naturally, our experience has shown some options to work better than others, and they vary from game to game. American games do well with merry widow corsets, fishnet, leather and studs. European games here seem more responsive to French lace and pastels, a more delicate look. Ultimately, you yourself have the final say in this. If you wish, you can even work naked, although you would then risk being mistaken for a house slave."
They spent nearly two hours looking, fitting, experimenting and interchanging pieces. Finally, Rose selected a corset, studded black leather, with matching panties, sequined stockings, spiked heel shoes with ankle straps and a studded leather collar. A dozen more outfits were set aside for her future use.
The next stop was a makeup expert. No surprise here; these people were pros. What was a surprise, though, was that her entire body was given attention as her nipples, cuntlips and ass-cheeks were all rouged and colored.
Her body hair was trimmed. Armpits and legs were shaved and waxed, and her pussy was partially shaven as well, leaving only a small tuft of hair at the top of her slit.
Her suntan was unsatisfactory; she usually tanned in a bathing suit. More appointments were made for a full-body tan. She was also told where she could go in the resort to sunbathe in the nude. Off the record, she was also told that the same area was used by house slaves on a regular basis. In their case, of course, they were chained in place for their tanning periods.
Her feet were a problem. A pedicure was the solution.
She was so absorbed in the pampering her body was receiving and so distracted by the many nude and semi-nude bodies surrounding her that she failed to realize she was still naked herself until half-way through the pedicure. Suddenly self-conscious, she was aware of her feet resting on the footrests, widely spread, while the rest of her body was exposed and idle.
Directly across from her chair there was a naked slave awaiting a similar treatment. She was gagged and bound hand and foot to her chair. She had already been present when Rose arrived and would be there until all the other women had been processed.
Rose realized that she herself was just as exposed as the slave was, except for the straps holding the slave's wrists and ankles in place. A shudder went through her cunt at the thought, and she felt herself opening and getting wet.
The pedicurist noted the change with a smile. "You're turned on by that pig over there, aren't you."
"Not exactly. I'm just not used to this, er, exposure."
"Ha! You're lying, and I can see it in your eyes. And in your cunt! I'll bet you a day's worth of head that you're fantasizing being bound just like her right now."
At that, she gasped. After a pause, during which her skin turned a shade more red, she said, "You're right, of course. So what do we do with that highly personal bit of information?"
"We act on it, of course. Here, as you know, fantasy becomes reality." As she spoke, she reached into a drawer under the seat, pulling out a pair of ankle straps and fastened Rose's feet to the rests.
Rose was alarmed and felt threatened. "What are you doing?"
"I don't see you screaming, nor do I see you struggling to free yourself." She reached into the drawer again and pulled out another pair of straps. "In fact, your hands haven't moved a hair. Shall I fasten them as well?"
"I don't know. I'm a bit scared, and don't we have to finish here soon?"
"You'll be here at least another hour. And your hands still haven't moved."
She applied the straps to Rose's hands, fastening her wrists to the arms of the chair. Rose remained silent as she was made helpless.
The pedicurist worked another fifteen minutes, then, finishing that phase of the job, just walked away wordlessly. Rose remained bound, exposed and naked, facing a similarly bound slave. For a good ten minutes, Rose stared at the slave's bound body, enthralled, aroused, helpless now in her own bonds. She did not even notice the pedicurist's return until the woman spoke.
"You may as well follow through and complete the fantasy", she said.
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"You're sitting bound there, staring at the cunt of that bound slave. Half of you wants the slave to suck you off, the other half wants to be forced to eat her out. Right?"
"Right." The only thing that shocked Rose more than her own quick response was the fact that this entire thing was taking place in an area that was practically public. At least a dozen other women filled the room.
Rose's hands were freed briefly, then handcuffed behind her back. Her ankles were then freed. A collar was fastened around her neck, then her pedicurist pulled her over to the slave's chair where her collar was fastened to the front of the chair by a padlock. Rose found herself kneeling, her face an inch away from the slave's pussy.
With a twist of a nipple, the slave was urged to slide forward. Rose now found her face buried in cunt. She started licking and sucking, submissively.
"You can suck off this pig until I'm ready for you. Then, if you've done a good job on her, she'll return the favor while I finish your feet."
Rose was quickly immersed in the role. She still could not believe it was happening in such an open place and so quickly. Still, this was the Casino. Anything could happen here.
True to form, it did. She soon heard an argument behind her over the sound of the moaning slave she was being forced to eat to orgasm. She recognized both voices. One, the aggressor, was the supervisor who was guiding her through her "Orientation". The other was her pedicurist, explaining that she was indulging in a bit of fantasy realization.
Rose was freed and helped back to her chair, much to the dismay of the now-frustrated slave who didn't quite make it to orgasm.
At the supervisor's command, the pedicurist was stripped, handcuffed behind her back, collared and locked into a chastity belt. The supervisor then explained: "You flippantly bet her a 'Day's worth of head' that you knew her fantasy. You were half right; you probably hit her fantasy right on the nose. You were also half wrong; its not your job to enact it for her. So you'll pay off with half a day's head. For the next twelve hours you work here, you'll remain naked and bound as you are. You will be padlocked, as Rose was, to each chair in turn, giving head to them all. When your shift ends tonight, the chastity belt will remain locked on and you will remain naked. Tomorrow, you will resume your punishment duty and continue until all twelve hours have been served."
"Please, this will drive me nuts! I'm not a slave, you know!"
"Watch it, cunt! That could change easily, here. Would you prefer to do the full twenty-four hours you bet in the restrooms?"
The pedicurist cried in fear, shook her head and knelt between Rose's legs, where her collar was locked into place. Without a cue, Rose gladly slid forward, mashing her cunt into the punished girl's mouth. The girl began to lick.
Not long after, the supervisor returned, having discovered that the pedicurist had delayed Rose unnecessarily in the course of her treatment. A dozen quick lashes with the pedicurist's own cat-o-nine followed, during which she was not allowed a break in the service of Rose's cunt. She was told further that the time she put in servicing Rose would not even count toward her twelve hours.
Some thirty minutes and several orgasms later, the supervisor returned, Rose's work completed. The punished pedicurist was moved to the next chair as they left.
Returning to wardrobe, Rose was quickly dressed for work in her studded black leather merry widow, with accessories. They then went immediately to the Casino.
"We'll start out touring the tables. Along this row are the standard tables--even odds, with the usual games: Poker, Blackjack, Baccarat and the like. Nearby, you'll notice a couple of tables with one-on-one activities--these are solitaire tables. They play a number of solitaire games with strict rules for card play supervised by the girl at each table. They play with a time requirement or a fixed minimum number of hands. When finished, they either win or lose cash, and further payoffs are made in trade, usually restraint, whipstrokes and/or head.
"Over there are the special odds tables. Loser's tables are for the guest's own slaves or submissive thrill-seekers. You'll note the people playing are chained to their tables. They work just like the regular tables, except the rules are slightly modified to give the house an unfair advantage, usually about twenty percent. Those other tables are Winner's Tables. Available in limited numbers, they exist primarily to punish house slaves or offending employees. There, the house plays with the artificial disadvantage, again about twenty percent. In this case, the slave or employee is chained nude at the table. Where in the regular tables, house slaves often assist in payoff activities, the punished dealers must perform all their payoffs themselves." They continued moving through the hall.
"This area is reserved for Roulette, Craps and the like. In addition to the standard Roulette tables, notice this one to your right..." At the indicated table, a naked slave hung by her wrists. Several more slaves, a few wearing specialized restraints, waited in holding cages, their wrists chained to the top of their cages.
"Some slaves, subject to punishment, are given the option to take their chances here. Win/loss options cover a much wider range of activity, sometimes chosen by lot. The guests can also wager for several levels of punishment including possibilities of chastity belts, whippings, dildos locked in place or much more exotic approaches over a very wide range of intensity. The loser can be assigned sexual duties anywhere from a kiss on someone's ass all the way up to being tied down for twenty-four hours to be ass-fucked and give head under the whip."
Rose was somewhat amused at this. "Wouldn't that be quite a gamble? After all, you're talking about a pretty wide range of possibilities."
"Sure! That's what makes it so exciting and popular. In fact, when I have a day off and I'm looking for some submissive kicks, I frequently sign up for this thing myself."
"I guess it could get pretty hot. What happened the last time you tried it?"
"Well, a week ago I had the weekend off, so I signed up on a Saturday. I ended up giving head to two couples and got two dozen strokes with a riding crop. It was good, but it only took an hour. I thought I needed more, so I tried my luck again on Sunday.
"Naturally, I ended up biting off more than I could chew. I was outfitted with a chastity belt, the longest pair of dildos in the place, a punishment bra lined with needle-points, a ring gag and a posture collar, and I had to suck off male guests for twelve hours straight, right here in the main room!"
"God, wasn't that awful?"
"Well, it was a bit long. The punishment bra I could handle. Hell, I've even worn one under my clothes for kicks on occasion. But the two rubber cocks hurt. And giving head that long while in a chastity belt, that was the worst part. I just couldn't come, even though I must have sucked off a good fifty or sixty guys!"
"So, how did you feel?"
"I guess I got my fill of submissive kicks for awhile. I figure I won't try it again for at least another week..."
They passed several more tables with other types of games being played. "Here, you can play any kind of game you'd like: Backgammon, Chess, random card games like Rummy or Cribbage; hell, if you wanted to, even Tiddly-Winks. You can play against the house or have the house enforce a game between guests at agreed stakes."
At one table, a couple was talking with a house dealer. They both felt dominant and wanted to enslave each other. Neither wanted to go through a prolonged game. The dealer suggested a simple toss of a coin. They agreed. Stakes were set for eight hours of public enslavement, starting with the loser being stripped, hung by the wrists and given a dozen strokes with a cane right there at the table.
The coin was tossed. Two minutes later, the male guest hung naked by his wrists and screamed as his wife began his caning. Rose and her mentor moved on.
"Tell me, if an employee with free time wants to do a dominant or submissive scene, does anyone get charged?"
"If you dominate a house slave, you're charged at a discount. With a guest you get paid either way, with larger fees when you're submissive. If you do a scene with another employee who also has time off, its free both ways. If the scene is done in a public area and is considered entertaining enough, you might get thrown a bonus by the house. In all other cases, you generally pay employee rates."
"How about gambling?"
"You gamble just like any guest. With the same rules on your losses."
Rose was suddenly silent at that last, considering the possibilities. Her income was limited, at least her cash on hand. It wouldn't take much to gamble herself into a hole she could not easily escape.
A nude slave was bound to a pole just beside her. On an impulse, Rose reached out with her hand, took the slave's breast and squeezed, hard, producing a loud gasp of pain. She thought about losing a bundle at the Blackjack table and spending some time bound here, as was the slave. She looked into the face of the slave.
The bound girl still had her eyes closed in reaction to the pain Rose had inflicted upon her. Slowly, the eyes opened and met those of her tormentor. She showed fear, realizing her torment might be renewed at anytime, at Rose's whim. There was a pleading look in her eyes to which Rose did not react. Then, interestingly, there was resignation. The slave steeled herself, visibly prepared to accept any abuse offered. She truly saw herself as a slave, understanding that her lot was to be the recipient of pain to further the pleasure of others. Rose raised her hand again, toward the other breast, but hesitated, watching. The slave looked back, resigned, fearful yet almost seeming to offer herself.
Rose took the second breast in hand but did not squeeze. She caressed it, sensuously, then moved her hand to the slave's open cunt. Again, she caressed, and the slave allowed herself to enjoy the pleasure, a rare commodity for a slave in punishment. She came in seconds, then opened her eyes to meet those of Rose, still staring at her. Rose spoke, briefly.
"Someday, I may be bound to a pole, and you may walk by with a free hand in an idle moment."
The slave said nothing. There was only a look of mutual understanding.
Time was passing. Rose's supervisor took her in hand and led her to the Blackjack tables.
"This is where you will start working. You will watch the table for this shift then start work here after lunch."
A two-hour shift had just begun for the dealer. She was dressed similarly to Rose herself, except in red satin, the better to set off her jet black hair.
The players, four of them, inserted their ID cards and keyed up their selections. One male committed for the full two hours with no money limit, payable in trade. Another committed to a fifty dollar win or loss, whichever came first. A third player, female, set a fifty dollar limit, to be doubled or lost. The fourth, a submissive male, was accompanied by his wife. She keyed in a punishment rate for him, effectively setting him at fifty dollars in the hole and committing him for an hour's time.
One by one, each player had a light chain locked on connecting their left wrist to the table.
"Once the players commit, they must follow through on their commitment. They can be freed briefly for the toilets or an emergency, but each commitment must be fulfilled, win or lose, before they are finally released."
Rose asked, "Suppose they get bored and want to switch games?"
"In those cases, a supervisor is summoned. At her discretion, the guest may be allowed to move his commitment to another table. But the dollar amount and other conditions remain."
The table limits allowed bets of two, five or ten dollars per hand. Play began, and Rose noticed the woman in position three was betting the maximum of ten dollars on every hand. She lost three in a row, won one, then lost the next three, leaving her broke. They heard her exclaim, "Shit! I figured if I couldn't win, I'd at least last a little longer..."
Two supervisors stood behind her. The dealer double-checked the computer and said, "Head to dealer, remainder of shift or until replaced. I'll take her."
No force was needed. The girl's wrist-chain was removed, as were her clothes. One supervisor placed them in a cabinet behind the dealer and locked it.
The dealer rose, revealing a padded cavity beneath her seat. The girl was placed with her head in the cavity, face up, and a stocks-like wood panel was slid into place and locked, imprisoning her neck. Her hands were strapped to either side of the seat and her ankles were spread wide and drawn back under her where they were strapped to the floor. The dealer sat down on the girl's face, pinched a nipple and said, "O.K., loser, get that tongue working!" She then started dealing the next hand.
Rose's supervisor explained, "The dealer has an option to pass on the face-sitting, deferring the duty to a supervisor or even a slave. Paying off the winners is usually done by the dealer herself unless a supervisor permits otherwise."
At the one-hour mark, seat two won his fifty. He would return at end-of-shift for his blowjob. Number one lost heavily; at the half-way point he was three hundred and fifty dollars in the hole. Seat four, the submissive guest, won seventy dollars quickly, making up his handicap and showing a twenty dollar win. By prior agreement, his wife was stripped and shackled and sucked him off at the table.
Business was slow in the morning. Seats three and four remained empty for the rest of the shift. Seat two was filled by an off-duty employee who signed up for an hour or a fifty dollar win/loss, whichever came first.
Thirty minutes into the second hour the employee in seat two lost her fifty. The loser strapped under the dealer was released and replaced by this latest loser, who was similarly stripped and bound in place.
The shift ended. The male winner returned, sat on the edge of the table and offered his cock to the dealer who began to suck him off as she still sat on her second loser's face.
The man in seat one was in deep trouble. He had lost over five hundred and fifty dollars. He had more than enough cash to cover his commitment, but all Casino bets also required payment in trade. The supervisors assisted him in being stripped, and, in the case of a loss this large, fitted with collar, wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a cock cage. A discussion ensued during which, after checking his limits, the supervisors presented some choices to him involving a whipping, public restraint, ladies restroom duty and a few other exotic options. He agreed to the proposed program and was led away to begin a day and a half of punishment.
The shift over, Rose went to the cafeteria and ate lunch, alone. Even here, there were two bodies available for use. One female, one male, both were strapped tightly to benches on their backs. Rose checked their numbers, just out of curiosity. The computer printout on the male indicated he was an employee, under punishment for repeatedly pressuring female employees for sex. He would be spending two full days here, without pay, serving the female staff.
The female was a former employee, recently enslaved for both excessive gambling losses and rebellion. In addition to slave-training, she would spend eight hours a day here for the first month of her slavery, paying off much of her debt.
Rose was hot for some action. Even after the earlier experience with her pedicure, she needed relief now if she was going to be able to concentrate on her cards later. She wanted a fuck.
She sat on the male's cock. Fully erect, he was well-endowed, and Rose had a highly pleasurable ride. She got a good ten minutes out of him before he came. The size of the load she felt him deposit within her suggested strongly that it might have been the first orgasm he had been permitted in several days.
Of course, he was being punished. And for pushing around the local female help, too. Rose got up, carefully holding her pussy lips together with her fingers, and straddled him, over his face.
"Alright, stud. You like getting your rocks off on the help? Now, pay the price. Suck me clean!"
Releasing her fingers, she sat firmly on his face and watched him swallow his own load directly from her cunt. She remained seated, her hands gripping his hair, until he brought her to two more orgasms. She was pleased to find his erection had returned by the time she finished.
Her supervisor was leaning against the wall, smiling in approval. "Time to go to work!"
She would work at the same table she had watched before. There were four players checking in.
Number one was a businessman, a regular with moderate limits. His commitment was a full hour, fifty dollar stake, head to the winner.
Number two was female. One hundred dollar stake, head to the winner; also, if she lost, she would be butt-plugged and whipped publicly at a dollar a stroke for her amount of loss. Rose figured her for a sure loser.
Number three was another male with a fifty dollar stake. He'd get the usual B.J. if he came out ahead. If he lost, he agreed to a cock-cage and butt-plug being locked in place for twenty-four hours and start with two hours of head to a house slave. Another probable loser.
Number four was female. Tall, stocky and muscular, she committed one hundred dollars, head to the winner and one stroke of the cane for every five dollars of margin. Rose would have to watch her closely. If this one won, Rose's own ass would pay. She had the option of backing out of the corporal punishment with the proviso that it would cut into her own cash. But what the hell, it was her first day.
The game went smoothly. Seat one got slightly ahead in the first half hour and stayed there. Seat two, the first woman, lost heavily and early. Seat three, male, lost forty dollars out of his fifty at the forty-five minute mark. Seat four, the tall female, was running even.
The woman at seat two blew her roll first, at the one hour mark. She was stripped and a butt-plug of the large variety was forced up her ass. She was quickly fastened in place under Rose's cunt where she started licking. She would remain in place until replaced by another loser. Her whipping would take place later.
The guy at the first seat ended his hour commitment twenty-two dollars ahead. He would return at the end of Rose's shift. So far, so good.
Seat three lost the last of his fifty at the hour and a half mark. Rose consulted briefly with her supervisor who agreed to do the honors as Rose continued her game.
The man was stripped, fitted with a cock-cage and had a medium sized butt-plug locked in place. He was strapped on his back to a bench, the head of which was against a pole.
A female house slave was led in. A black Jamaican, she smiled in anticipation of her assignment. She was made to straddle the man's face, her back to the pole, and was bound in place. An interesting, although vicious, addition was made as the slave's ankles were pulled back off the floor and shackled to the pole. Now, the man's face bore the larger portion of the slave's weight. They remained bound for the full two hours. The following day, the man would return and have his cock-cage and butt-plug unlocked and removed.
As her first shift approached its end, Rose was getting worried. Numbers two and three lost, with the female face of number two currently buried in her cunt as she awaited her whipping. Number one stood by, waiting for his suck-off. These would be simple enough to deal with.
Number four, however, remained close to even. If she came out ahead, Rose might have to be caned.
With the winner from seat one leering at her and the tongue of the girl from seat two bringing her to orgasm every few minutes, she did not concentrate on her game. The woman took a small lead, then won the last four hands in a row from Rose, at ten dollars a shot. She ended the shift fifty dollars ahead.
The supervisors stepped in, one of which was Rose's earlier guide.
"Take my advice--pay off the winners first. You can always get revenge later, and it's easier to take the strokes when you're horny."
"I-I think you're right."
"Another thing--you can be bound for the ten cane strokes. If it was me, I'd give the guy head at the same time. It'll make him come faster."
"S-sure." She shook in fear as she was bound in place over the table. The male winner took position at her face and plunged his cock into her mouth. As Rose was just getting used to the guy's stroke and rhythm, the cane landed on her ass.
"Arrgh!", she screamed, around the cock in her throat. The man liked the sensations as his grip tightened in her hair. Still, she couldn't believe the pain as the strokes from the cane continued. Somehow, the cane finished, just as she started swallowing the man's load.
She was moved to her knees. She had forgotten, but she did have to suck off the woman who had caned her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a small group gathered to watch the proceedings, a common occurance, even more common for a new dealer.
The woman pulled Rose's face into her cunt. This, at least, Rose had experienced before. She licked and sucked the already flooded cunt to a very quick orgasm, swallowing a great deal of her juice throughout.
Now, with the winners paid, it was time for revenge on the losers. The girl from seat two, her face still moist from Rose's own juice, was hung by her wrists. A cat-o-nine tails was brought to her by her supervisor --"Don't worry about hurting her, Rose. This one's a true masochist who'll scream from the first stroke. But don't dare back off, or she'll complain later about you being too gentle."
Rose wound up and swung hard. As predicted, the girl screamed from stroke one. Yes, she loved this job. Now, with a welted ass, her mouth still getting rid of the taste of come from the male and female winners, her bitchy side was coming through where it would be the most appreciated. As she continued whipping the losing girl's ass, bringing out her screams at every stroke, she watched the male loser, his face straining to please the cunt of the black slave whose weight smothered him, his cock swollen painfully in the cock-cage he would wear for a full day and night, his ass plugged and filled.
Yes, Rose was feeling good. And if this whipping didn't get it out of her system, there were still the male and female under punishment in the cafeteria.
She would do another two-hour shift later today and start two four-hour shifts per day beginning tomorrow.
Yes, she liked this job...
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