THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 16
Willis Morgan was touring the Casino tables, supervising his operations and considering which slave he might select to serve him that night. Mei-Ling was on duty, assigned to a pair of unattached males for an overnight. Some of his other favorites were similarly occupied; it was one of the busiest weeks of the year. He might, in fact, have to expand his stable of slaves again soon.
The Casino itself was definitely in the right mood. Most tables were filled; there were slaves bound everywhere, some in punishment, some merely on display. Nanette was one of the latter.
She was bound in a standing spread-eagle, wrists high above her, legs spread very wide, her body hoisted high enough so that her heels left the floor. An added feature to her bondage was a padded wooden strut which extended out from a column behind her, pressing into the small of her back, causing her cunt to thrust forward some six inches and open further, invitingly. With her eyes covered by a rubber blindfold, the girl was visibly aroused and very erotic to watch.
Morgan noticed her speaking, quietly, through her ungagged mouth. He approached her more closely and heard her, every few seconds, repeat the phrase, "Please use me, Masters." He found her highly arousing and made up his mind. Nanette would serve him tonight.
He checked her computer record. She was not in punishment but simply earning a bit of extra credit on her room and board with some moderate restraint. The phrase, however, was ordered by her trainers. She still had an attitude problem, being somewhat hesitant in her sexual availability. Then, when aroused, she was selfish, tending to sometimes place her own needs above her Masters'. Her phrase was intended to rechannel her devotion to where it belonged.
Yes, he would enjoy using her. He might, in fact, help her a bit in her training.
Some noise distracted him from the other end of the hall. He proceeded into the auditorium where a show was just starting, to the enjoyment of close to a hundred guests.
It was to be a game, a variation on Musical Chairs. Playing the game were a dozen female slaves, naked, wrists locked behind their backs. There were a dozen seats prepared for the slaves. Each one was a three-legged stool. Each had a dildo mounted on it pointing straight up. The dildos ranged from a teaser, half an inch wide and only four inches long, to a monster measuring ten inches long and almost two and a half inches wide.
The stools were arranged in a circle, in no particular order as to the size of the dildos. The girls stood in a circle inside that of the stools waiting for their command.
The music started, and the slaves started their procession. A couple of Mistresses, armed with quirts, supervised the proceedings to insure the girls moved their bodies in an appropriately lewd manner.
The music stopped. The girls made a mad dash for the stools. With the wide range in the size of the dildos, there was some scrambling to avoid the largest ones. Quickly, all the smaller ones were buried in cunt. Two girls briefly engaged in a shoving match over one of the mid-sized phalluses; the smaller girl made better use of her balance and won. The last girl slowly approached the largest dildo and, with significant effort and pain, mounted it. A fair amount of encouragement was required from the Mistresses to get the slave to completely bury the thing in her cunt, but she eventually succeeded.
With all the girls seated, some painfully, a Mistress came forward to announce the rules of the game.
The slaves would be competing for a three-day pass, with permission to dress, move and mingle with the guests, even a chip allowance of a thousand dollars for gambling.
The nine losers would wear chastity belts for three days, including dildos. The earlier losers would wear the smaller ones while the last to lose would wear the largest. They would be whipped on stage, then spend the next three days giving public head.
The slaves rose. The stool with the smallest dildo was removed. The music began again.
Now, the slaves moved with trepidation. While three days giving public head while locked into a chastity belt was far from the worst punishment available, it was still to be avoided. Slaves, both male and female, could make use of the losers as easily as the guests; the dildos would frustrate the punished slaves constantly. Worse, their earning power would be halved or worse while under such punishment, requiring them to work still harder to produce their quota of income to the Casino. Without the availability of their cunts, they would be forced to serve with only mouth and ass.
The music stopped. Now, there was pushing and shoving in earnest, as the girls fought over the less painful seats. The largest dildo was taken quickly and willingly by one of the largest women; the next-to-largest was taken by a smaller girl who had lost a pushing match. She strained to take it all in her cunt, but could not do it. Another girl, left with no seat, pushed her aside. With great effort and a few whipstrokes, the dildo was soon buried by a most uncomfortable, but victorious, slave.
The losing girl was dragged centerstage, whipped about a dozen strokes each by the two Mistresses, then fitted with her chastity belt. It would contain the smallest of the dildos used in the competition, one which would leave the slave wishing for more.
Condemned now to her three-day penalty, she was brought on her knees into the audience, where she immediately began serving a male onlooker.
Several more rounds proceeded the same way, with each losing slave in turn whipped and filled; each successive slave in turn was made to wear a larger dildo.
With four or five girls left, a problem came up. Two girls were left facing the two-and-a-half by ten-inch monster; neither could accept it, and all the other girls were already seated on their phalluses. After a large number of whipstrokes failed to generate success with either girl, the computer records were checked, and it was discovered that neither girl was physically able to bear the size required.
They were both declared losers. Each was fitted with the largest dildo they could tolerate without injury, the appropriate ritual whippings administered, and they were condemned to serve a full four days, the extra day a penalty for disrupting the proceedings.
The last winner also had a problem with the monster. While she could briefly sheath the rubber cock and had done so in a previous round, she was incapable of remaining seated upon it for more than a few seconds at a time. The Mistresses consulted and, after punishing the last loser, awarded the winner her three-day pass. However, she was still fitted with a dildo one size smaller, locked within a chastity belt, and her gambling allowance was halved to five hundred dollars.
Morgan smiled inwardly at this. The dildo would severely handicap the slave's concentration at the tables, causing her to lose her stake much more rapidly. And with half the original stake and a slave relatively inexperienced at the games, she would probably be paying off major losses before the first day ended. With her cunt denied her, her mouth and ass would be forced to serve. The net result would be a large profit for the Casino.
Hours later, Nanette was released. She was allowed to eat and refresh herself, then did a brief, two-hour stint at a Baccarat table. It was immediately after finishing her payoffs at that table that her supervising Mistress informed her of her selection by Morgan for overnight service.
"Oh, no!" Nanette was aware of her shortcomings as a slave, having been punished for them regularly. In the hands of guests with varying experience in handling slaves, she could frequently escape punishment, but with Morgan, she would be allowed no mercy, shown no quarter. Morgan would extract all she had to give, then demand and get more. His reputation among the Casino slaves was well-known and regularly proven in practice.
"Mistress, what shall I do?"
"You will serve him, slave. You will obey all his commands to the letter and accept any abuse you receive from him. Whatever else could you do?"
"But, I fear him, Mistress. Serving the guests is difficult enough; I always find part of me resisting, although the guests frequently don't notice. Master Morgan is different. He'll see all my faults, all my hesitations; he'll be unmerciful!"
"Nanette, you and I have gotten to know each other well in the past few weeks. Do you know I've worked for Morgan for almost nine years?"
Nanette was surprised, but would be more so as her Mistress continued.
"Do you also know that I spent my first three years here as one of Morgan's first slaves?"
"I, I had no idea. You were a slave?!"
"I was, and in some ways, I still am. I have earned many privileges over the years. I am now paid like an employee and have many responsibilities, of which your training is an example. Yet I am still subject to Morgan's punishment, even his occasional whims. Just last week, he selected me to serve him overnight."
"It's hard to believe! What did he do to you?"
"He started by stringing me up naked, on my toes, and giving me a hand spanking that left me crying but unmarked. He used clamps on my nipples and cuntlips, with weights, then laid back and watched videotapes for a couple of hours with me suffering, blindfolded. Later, after he ate a brief snack and rested, he removed all my bonds and recuffed me kneeling. He then used all three of my holes, finishing in my mouth."
"Incredible! And you're a Mistress!"
"Only to the slave stable. To him, I'm still a slave. Which is why, if you watch me closely, you'll notice I'll often wear a large butt-plug myself, maybe two or three days a week, to make sure I'm open and available back there if he wants me."
"But Mistress, don't you find it unpleasant? Don't you resist when he wants to torture you or rape you?"
She laughed briefly, to which Nanette looked even more curious. .
Finally, she answered, "Listen, Nanette. Sometimes, when you're being used, don't you have orgasms?"
"Well, yes. I guess I do."
"Even when you're tied, in some pain, or being forced?"
"Yes."
"And sometimes, doesn't the pain or the force make the orgasm more intense?"
Nanette paused, and thought for a time. "I guess so."
"The fact of the matter is, I get off on the force. The ropes and chains make me wet. The pain, sometimes, has the same effect. To put it quite simply, I get turned on by being a slave, more than you can imagine!"
"But, don't you feel degraded?"
"Of course. And when it's done weIl, that turns me on too. And few people can do it as well as Morgan.
"Take my advice. Learn not only to perform properly as a slave, but learn to enjoy it. That's the difference between this place being hell and being a paradise. Here, let me show you..."
She handcuffed Nanette, in front, and attached her wrists to an overhead ring in the wall. They were in the slave quarters, out of the public eye. She left Nanette there alone, for a few minutes, then returned. She ran a finger through Nanette's cunt, and it came up wet. The finger then went into Nanette's mouth.
"Taste your arousal. You're bound and helpless, yet turned on. Here, even in private, you're getting hotter being forced to lick up your own juice. Right?"
She hesitated in answering, but agreed. "Yes, Mistress."
"Do you still think that public humiliation is irrelevant?"
"No, Mistress. It makes me feel much fear and embarrassment."
A leash was quickly connected to Nanette's collar. One minute later, she was again fixed to a wall, naked, hands over her head, but now in the Casino's main gaming room, in the view of dozens of guests.
"Now, slut. Do you feel fear and embarrassment?"
"Y-yes, Mistress." A small group gathered to watch.
"Do you realize you could be made to suck off any or all of the guests watching you, here and now?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And do you realize how horny you are?"
Nanette turned an even deeper shade of red, realizing the truth of the situation. Suddenly, her Mistress grabbed one of Nanette's nipples, twisting and squeezing it hard. "Answer me!"
"Yes, Mistress... please!"
The finger returned to her cunt. It came back twice as wet as before. It was again placed at Nanette's mouth.
"Taste yourself again!" She obeyed, as she looked at the faces around her watching.
"Now, tell me the truth, as a slave!"
She swallowed hard, summoning her courage. Finally, she said, "Mistress, being bound, abused, humiliated, even raped, turns me on more than I want to admit. Part of me doesn't want to believe it, but part of me, I guess the slave part, hungers for more."
"Yes, Nanette. It is that slave part you must develop. That is the object of your training. Now, what kind of slave do you think Morgan would like the most?"
"One who is aroused, ready to please him any way he wants."
"Yes. You will be delivered to him in two hours. Now, what do you think would be the best way to assure you will be aroused and ready to please him?"
Nanette thought long and hard, as she and her Mistress locked eyes on each other. Finally, Nanette knew the answer.
"P-please Mistress, leave me chained here."
She smiled at Nanette, knowingly. Yes, the slave was learning the truth about herself. Wordlessly, the Mistress hung a light cat-o-nine tails on a hook next to the bound girl, then replaced her blindfold, the same rubber one she was subjected to earlier. She left the slave, wordlessly, but stayed ready to observe.
A couple approached her, male and female. Neither they nor the slave spoke, but Nanette was well aware of their presence, breathing hard in anticipation.
The female guest fingered her own pussy, briefly, allowing Nanette to hear her moans. Seconds later, the guest's finger, wet with cunt-juice, forced its way into Nanette's mouth.
She sucked hard on the finger, moaning, licking it sensuously. The guest removed it, returning it to her own cunt, and said, "You want something, slut?"
"Please, use me, Mistress."
"But, I am using you, pig." At this, the finger, again bearing fresh juice from the guest's cunt, returned to Nanette's mouth. "I'm using you to clean my cunt-juice off my finger!"
Nanette moaned loudly, aroused and humiliated. She also continued to clean the guest's finger.
For close to two more hours, Nanette hung there and was abused by guests and slaves alike. Many hands explored her body, pinching, probing and caressing her at will. One male fucked her briefly, but not long enough to bring her to a much-needed orgasm. At one point, a piss-soaked rag was thrust into her mouth by a female guest, with the admonition, "It had better be there when I come back, or I'll whip your tits!" Nanette obeyed.
While her mouth held the piss-gag, she felt the come from her fucking dripping down her thighs. She knew it could be seen by all.
A woman's voice, apparently commanding a male slave, ordered, "Why don't you crawl over to that pig there, and suck her pussy for her." Nanette was elated until, seconds later, she heard the voice say, "No, wait a minute. She's been fucked recently. Crawl behind her and lick out her asshole!"
The slave had to strain to get his face between Nanette's ass and the wall behind her, but he succeeded, and Nanette's body was stretched even higher, straining her wrists. The tongue was effective and well-trained, penetrating her ass easily, adding to her arousal.
Several minutes after they left, her piss-gag was removed.
"Taste good, pig?"
"Yes, Mistress."
More laughter. Again, she was left alone in her humiliation.
Finally, Nanette's Mistress returned and removed her blindfold.
"Morgan will be ready for you shortly." Looking down at her cunt, still dripping come, she said, "You'll need a shower and douche before you go. Let's move!"
Her bonds were quickly released, her hands cuffed behind her. She was leashed and led to the slave quarters where her Mistress performed her ablutions. Still cuffed, she was then led to Morgan's quarters. Before entering, her Mistress had her kneel and asked her, "What are you?"
"Mistress, I am a slave."
"And if a Master or Mistress commands you, what must you do?"
"I must obey, instantly and completely."
"Right. Now, suck my pussy!"
Nanette used her lips and tongue on her Mistress' cunt with great effectiveness. In barely a minute, she brought her to orgasm.
"Good. You'll find that most men are aroused by the smell of pussy. Now that your face bears that smell, it should help you to arouse your Master."
Minutes later, the naked, handcuffed Nanette was kneeling, blindfolded and ball-gagged, chained by her collar outside Morgan's door. Her Mistress had gone in alone to brief Morgan on her recent training and punishments. A few minutes later she left, leaving Nanette chained and alone.
Some time later, Morgan came out and led her into his quarters. No words were spoken; she was made to stand, naked, in the middle of the room. Still blindfolded and gagged, she could not watch Morgan's movements. She felt something being attached to the handcuffs which still joined her wrists behind her back.
Suddenly, her wrists were hoisted up high behind her. Nanette gasped with the sharp pain, moaning through her gag.
Her gag and blindfold were removed, revealing Morgan standing in front of her, his robe separated, his erect cock threatening her.
"Slut, beg me to fuck your ass!"
His first words caught her by surprise. Combined with the pain now attacking her severely strained shoulders, all she could do was moan in pain and fear.
"Your Mistress was right. You are severely lacking in training. Well, we'll start correcting that now."
He spread her ankles widely, attaching them to the floor. This lowered her body several inches, which had the effect of raising her tortured arms still higher.
He stood behind her with a cane. "A dozen strokes, for hesitation and disobedience!"
He swung immediately, giving her no chance to plead. The pain of the blows had her screaming from the first stroke, and he gave her little rest between strokes. By the time he gave her the dozen, she was crying and covered with sweat.
Nanette, through the haze of pain, remembered her Mistress' pronouncements to her at her arrival. She was a slave. She must obey, instantly and completely. She shuddered, realizing Morgan would demand no less.
Morgan stood before her again. "Now, pig, beg me nicely to fuck your ass."
With his substantial cock inches from her tear-streaked face, she begged, "Please, Master, would you kindly fuck my ass?"
Smiling now, he responded, "Of course, pig. I'd be happy to."
Amazingly, there was little pain. The very sweat of her body lubricated her tightest opening, and even the size of his organ proved to be acceptable.
He used her ass for barely a minute or two, then, without warning, switched to her cunt. She screamed at the entry, not so much in pain as in surprise. She was soaking wet in her arousal and she went into orgasm in seconds.
Morgan smiled and withdrew. Yes, she was a self-centered slut, much more concerned with her own orgasm than with serving her Master. Now, in the afterglow of her orgasm, she hung limp in her bonds, the pain in her wracked shoulders beginning to return. She appeared unconcerned about his pleasure. Now, he would encourage her to change that pattern.
He walked around to her face. Her eyes were closed and she did not see his still-erect cock, now soiled from both her lower holes, a mere inch from her face. She did smell it, however, and opened her eyes to see it staring back at her. It repelled her, making her grimace.
"Forgetting something, my dear?"
"W-what, Master?"
"If I remember correctly, you still hold the position of a slave in this establishment, is that right?"
"Yes, Master."
"And as a slave, you are to be primarily concerned with the pleasure of your Master, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then why, may I ask, did you come like a wanton slut, without permission? Why did you then stop the movements of your cunt on my cock, as if my pleasure was irrelevant? Why did you appear repulsed by my cock at your mouth, when you should have begged me to allow you to clean it with your lips and tongue, then suck me to orgasm?"
"P-please, Master. I'm sorry..."
"No, cunt. You're not sorry yet, but you soon will be."
Morgan clamped her nipples, then hung four ounces of weights from each clamp. Her tits hung straight down, stretched beautifully. Her gasps of pain brought a smile to Morgan's face.
He brought out a chastity belt with a large, life-like dildo attached. Leaving it in her view, he took a cat-o-nine tails and began lashing her with vertical strokes through her crotch, punishing her ass and cunt.
"A-rrgh, please Master..."
"Please what? It is too late to beg to serve. You took pleasure without permission. You have proved yourself to be a selfish slut, concerned only with your own pleasure. Now, you pay the price, and serve me later."
He continued to lash her, bringing forth her screams until he chose to stop. He then forced the dildo into her ass and locked on her chastity belt.
Again, he walked to her face.
"Now, pig. Beg to clean my cock and suck me off!"
Crying openly, she was suffering in her bondage. Her welted ass was well-stretched by the oversized dildo, and her pussy, now lost to her, was in pain as well. Worse, her nipples, still bearing the weighted clamps, were being subjected to ever-increasing pain as the weights continued to swing back and forth. But through it all, she remembered her recent lecture by her Mistress. She was a slave, and must remain willing and available for any use or abuse a Master cared to impose upon her. Indeed, her current torture was a result of her reluctance and could get decidedly worse if she continued her reluctance. Through her pain, humiliation and tears, she begged.
"Please, Master, forgive me for being a rebellious slave. May I try to correct my mistakes by sucking your cock?"
Morgan was pleased. She was finally starting to respond to correction. He answered his slave with a simple "Yes", before driving his soiled cock down her throat. As he watched his suffering slave in her punitive bondage, her weighted clamps still swinging back and forth, continuing to torture her tits as his cock pumped her face, he resolved himself. Nanette needed some prolonged correction. He would set her up to be used by both employees and other slaves for a day or two in addition to her regular duties. She would be given time to learn.
But what about her Mistress? Certainly, she also deserved some corrective attention. Perhaps in a few days...
Nanette remained in her bondage for another hour, then was placed kneeling in Morgan's bed, her head protruding through the opening in the mattress. She spent the night there with Morgan using her mouth frequently throughout. The chastity belt and butt-plug remained locked on Nanette's pussy and ass for twenty-four hours.
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