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Later that afternoon, Morgan met with the hotel manager and went through the list of newly-arriving guests. He still involved himself intimately with the screening process and knew most of his patrons well. He made sure that all was in readiness to entertain every one of them, scheduling slave duty, shows, performances and special events to correspond to the many unique tastes of the guests.

He had been expecting the return of a Russian gentleman, a visitor from last year. He enjoyed outdoor activity and the practice of heavy flogging. He called the grounds crew who were working on a new addition to the sun garden, installing new restraint fixtures and specialized equipment, creating a veritable outdoor torture chamber among the rocks. He told the crew leader, "I want it finished in twenty-four hours or you will be putting in time as its first victim!" The crew leader called in extra help, had everyone work a double shift and finished the project as ordered.

Several other similar projects were in the works. One was a series of holding cages actually made of one-way mirrors. The slave on display would see only her own reflection while passing guests could view her unseen from the outside.

There was also another series of cages, these fashioned strictly from the traditional steel bars, but were designed to tightly confine the slaves into a variety of positions. In one, the girl was lying on her arched back, her breasts thrust through openings in the cage top, available for abuse. There were two levers available to punish the slave--one caused a row of spikes to rise into the crotch of the slave, the other caused a ring of needles to tighten around the girl's breasts.

Another idea was inspired by the piss-tank Mei-Ling had designed, in particular, the pump powered by the dildos. The cage held the girl horizontally, face down, spread-eagled. A foot below the cage, there was a small track which carried a candle back and forth under the girl's body. To keep the candle moving and avoid burning her flesh, the girl would have to keep pumping the dildos continuously.

As Morgan continued scanning his guest list, another name jumped out at him, none other than Bill Demling. He had remarried and would be returning to the Casino with his new wife, Eleanor. They would be staying a week free of charge as Morgan's guests, partly in appreciation of Bill's generous gift to the Casino of Margo, his former wife. They were arriving this very afternoon. Morgan would have to be sure to get the three of them together.

He checked the training schedules. Indeed, Margo would be taking a class from Mei-Ling in thirty minutes. He would attend this class personally.

First he wanted lunch. He used the cafeteria again, ordering a simple fish entree with a salad. He sat at a table decorated with a girl in restraint. She was on her back, spread-eagled, her arms and lower legs passing through holes in the table and fastened below. Her head also hung over the edge of the table, restrained in such a way to present her mouth for use. Morgan chose the other end of the table, between her widespread thighs.

A small switch was placed on the table. Morgan threw the switch and noticed a dildo moving up from the table into the girl's ass. It stroked her regularly and her cunt juice started flowing quickly.

Morgan recalled a certain rare eastern delicacy, described to him by Mei-Ling. Certain raw vegetables were warmed by a Geisha by inserting them into her cunt. The girl's juice would season such items more delicately than the best salad dressings. Morgan started with a few olives, then some celery and a bit of carrot. He inserted each into the girl's cunt, allowing it a moment to warm, then ate it before inserting the next. He enjoyed the tastes immensely and would make it a point to add the practice to the Casino's dinner menu.

When he arrived later in the training area, Mei-Ling was already working Margo. The slave's reluctance in submitting her cunt was being addressed, as well as the openness of her ass. She was bound in a standing spread-eagle, opened painfully wide.

"You are an owned slave, Margo. Your body is no longer yours, but ours. You no longer have any right to control its use or punishment. Your performance is sorely lacking. We've gotten bad reports on your availability, and your ass is still too tight!"

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I..."

A slash of a quirt stopped her protests.

"There are no buts. You perform or you are punished."

Margo was released, her wrists bound behind her. Margo followed them to the Game Room, to the very spot where Mei-Ling spent her morning. Upon seeing the massive dildo, Margo panicked. "Mistress, please! It's too big!"

"Kneel, slut, and get your tongue inside my ass!"

She obeyed, her tongue working deep into Mei-Ling's rear opening.

"Is my ass any larger than yours, slut?"

"No, Mistress", she said, pausing only briefly.

"Would you be surprised to learn that I rode that same dildo for four hours this morning, buried deep in my ass?"

"Mistress!" Margo stopped her tonguing and looked at Mei-Ling's ass in amazement. Even after a year at the Casino, Margo still found some things difficult to believe. Indeed, Mei-Ling's ass appeared quite tight, showing no evidence of her morning ride. Mei-Ling released Margo's hands.

"Slave--I want you to stick your entire hand up my ass, now!"

Margo was doubly shocked. Her usual rebellion was totally displaced by her astonishment. Gently, not wanting to injure her, she inserted four fingers, one at a time, inside Mei-Ling's ass, then folded over her thumb into her palm and pushed further inside. To Margo's continued surprise, Mei-Ling's ass did indeed open easily to accomodate her entire hand.

"Move it in and out, slut!" As Margo began pumping her ass, Mei-Ling asked, "Can you feel the traces of grease still there from this morning?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"Now watch, slut!" Mei-Ling showed Margo an additional benefit of her training. She squeezed her anal muscles, hard. To Margo's shock, her hand was squeezed hard enough to be painful. And she could no longer remove her hand.

Wordlessly, Mei-Ling smiled back at her and relaxed. "Remove your hand!" As Margo obeyed, she watched Mei-Ling again flex her muscles, causing her ass to close entirely in seconds. Soon, it looked as tight as it had before they started.

"M-mistress, how?"

"First, start licking your hand clean!" As Margo obeyed, she spoke. "It takes exercise and practice, slut. In your normal training, you are regularly fucked in the ass until you can take a two by ten inch dildo there without injury. But to keep open, you must continue to exercise, every other day at the least, for a good two hours at a time, minimum. To develop the strength, you must flex your muscles around the dildo continuously while doing your ass-fuck. With practice, you'll be able to bring a cock to orgasm with only your anal ring."

She paused, noting that Margo's hand was totally clean. She re-shackled the slave's hands behind her back, then ordered, "Now, start licking out my ass, slut!"

Their exchange drew a small audience. The crowd grew when Mei-Ling brought Margo over to the standing dildo. Her ankles were quickly shackled in place, spread wide. Mercifully, Mei-Ling lubricated the dildo, although Margo was disturbed to see her apply the grease to a good twelve inches or more of the huge phallus. Prepared, the dildo was lined up on Margo's ass, a lever was pulled, and it rose about four inches into Margo's tightest opening.

"Arrrgh, please Mistress! It's too big!"

"Nonsense. You took one twice that length, overnight, months ago." She brought it up another two inches.

As Margo cried and struggled, Mei-Ling instructed her. "Open your ass, slut! Pump that cock up and down and flex your muscles around it as you do so. You've been sized to be able to take twelve inches of it." Pausing, Mei-Ling threw a switch and set a few dials.

"You will drop down and take ten inches of that dildo up your ass at least once every five minutes. Should you fail to do so, the dildo will rise half an inch every minute until you do. If you don't cooperate, you'll ride out the entire period with the full ten inches."

"Please, Mistress...how long?"

Mei-Ling smiled. It was about two PM. The slave was to be fed at six.

"Until supper, if you train well."

"Oh, God..."

Mei-Ling was tired of her whining. She quickly stuffed Margo's mouth with a very large cock-gag. She then added, as Margo groaned, "...considerably longer if you continue resisting."

Mei-Ling withdrew a short distance to watch. Margo continued to struggle, not cooperating. Five minutes passed, and Mei-Ling watched as the dildo did indeed jump up suddenly another half inch, to a depth of six and one half inches. Margo continued struggling, whining through her cock-gag, and another minute passed. Again, the dildo rose. Now, Margo was taking seven inches. Finally, she started pumping the dildo.

Morgan, watching from a table nearby, was pleased to note that the dildo had the added effect of causing her cunt to open wide as well, begging for something to fill it. Even from his seat, he could see Margo's cuntal juices beginning to drip down her thighs.

She made quick progress. The dildo did not have to rise again before, four hours later, she was released.

Morgan, pleased with Mei-Ling's efforts, walked on.

That evening, Morgan again toured the game room. He was pleased to find Bill and Eleanor had just arrived and were walking towards the special options roulette tables. He admired Bill's choice in women--Eleanor was a real beauty. She was tall, well-built in the extreme and looked like she had some Polynesian blood in her, or perhaps Hawaiian. He approached them, arms extended in greeting.

"Bill--welcome back!"

"Its nice to be back. Let me introduce my wife. Eleanor, meet Willis Morgan, our host."

"Mr. Morgan, you've really got a paradise here. I must say, I'm quite impressed."

"Thank you, Eleanor. But please, call me Willis."

Bill commented a moment later, "I'd be curious to see how one certain slave of yours has been doing over the past year." The three of them all smiled, knowing. Clearly, Eleanor was quite aware of her predecessor.

"You'll have the opportunity to satisfy your curiosity quite soon, I think. The former Mrs. Margo Demling is about to go on duty at roulette table number four, in about five minutes."

Bill looked at his new wife. "Care for a bit of roulette to open things up, darling?"

She smiled, lasciviously. "I'd love it!"

They walked to the table, escorted by Morgan. In moments, they checked in and keyed up some odds that would give them both a difficult time for the evening if they lost, but would grant them a full night's use of a slave if they won.

For this table there was an overhead conveyor from which descended a series of eyebolts, each about four feet from the next. Each eyebolt was connected by a padlock to a set of irons which confined the wrists of a female slave. Most were naked; a few wore disciplinary devices of various types. Bill spotted Margo, fifth in line. She was naked, welted, blindfolded and wore a punishment chastity belt which left her ass available.

Bill smiled up at Morgan. "A present?"

"Not really, Bill. She's a slave, and she works this duty regularly. Of course, if you win, I can see to it that she is available for you..."

Bill's smile broadened, joined by his wife's. "We'd enjoy that very much!"

They played. They won, substantially. Margo's wrists were locked in front of her, she was leashed and, on all fours, brought to Bill and Eleanor.

"She's been unruly to train", began the supervisor when she delivered Margo. "...and she requires frequent punishment. But you'll find her ass quite accommodating, and her mouth is most pleasurable to use, especially after she's been bound and welted. I'm sorry her cunt isn't available, but she's a selfish slut and needs the discipline. All the details are on her computer record. She's totally yours, until eight AM tomorrow morning. Enjoy her, and be sure to use her hard!"

Eleanor thanked her and took the leash. She wordlessly touched one finger to Bill's lips, requesting his silence. Understanding, he cooperated.

They walked to a small alcove off the game room, with Margo crawling behind, still blindfolded. They chose some comfortable chairs and had Margo kneel before them, moving her wrists to behind her back. Eleanor looked at Margo, considering.

"This blindfold idea is nice; I'd like to stay with it for awhile. But its too flimsy. How about a discipline helmet?"

Bill nodded, then wordlessly made some gestures with his hands suggesting an additional item.

"Of course, a ring-gag would be perfect! We'll lock it on under the helmet, so there will be no mistaking our plans."

An attendant was summoned who quickly delivered the required items. The ring gag was installed first and locked on, separating her jaws to their limit. She would not close her mouth. The discipline helmet, a severe leather one, was tightened over her head, its removable blindfold still strapped in place. They made sure she faced away from Bill as it was applied, still concealing Bill's identity from her. Initiating the action, Eleanor asked him, "Darling, you've always had a penchant for fucking a tight ass. Why don't you fuck this slut's tail while she licks my cunt?"

Bill smiled and gave an emphatic thumbs up as Margo groaned in fearful anticipation. He paused though, long enough to pick up a riding crop. Eleanor acknowledged him with, "Of course, you must warm her properly first."

The first stroke caught Margo totally off guard. She screamed powerfully into Eleanor's cunt, partially muffled. "Don't stop licking, just because of a little whipping. Get that tongue busy, cuntsucker, or I'll have you spending the night in some restraints you'll remember!" Margo's tongue thrust back through the ring-gag into her cunt and resumed licking. The riding crop continued raining blows until over two dozen welts stood out on Margo's ass. Bill then withdrew his erect cock and plowed hard into her asshole.

Again, Margo screamed. Bill recalled with amusement her earlier reluctance, her protests and her tightness when being used this way. Now her protests would be punished severely. And her ass had certainly been opened since he last used it.

She served them both well, and they came together, Bill in her ass and Eleanor in her mouth. Bill then took the leash and dragged Margo around to him to clean his cock.

"Arrgh, bleeh!!", she mumbled. Through the ring gag, her words were unintelligible. No matter. Eleanor took the crop and began lashing Margo's ass again. "Clean his dick, you stupid cunt!" She obeyed, crying.

Eleanor ordered drinks for both of them as Margo continued licking and mouthing Bill's soiled cock. Eleanor also ordered some nipple clamps and an additional item for Margo's use.

Some twenty minutes later, Bill's cock, still in Margo's mouth, achieved its second erection of the evening. As he began penetrating her throat, Eleanor strapped a large double-dildo onto herself, the smaller end in her own cunt, the longer end, measuring two by twelve inches, pointed straight at Margo's ass.

She thrust forward hard and, in one stroke, buried all twelve inches. Predictably, Margo screamed. The scream was cut off quickly though, as her mouth was pushed equally hard onto Bill's cock, burying it in her throat. Margo was thoroughly fucked from both ends, screaming when she could, until Bill and Eleanor approached orgasm again. Margo, of course, with her cunt locked away for the night, was not permitted to come. In fact, Eleanor frequently held the straps of Margo's chastity belt to drive the dildo ever deeper into her ass while causing the needlepoints concealed within the belt to punish her even more severely.

Bill was nearing orgasm. He smiled at Eleanor, exchanging some non-verbal signals and received her smiling approval.

He removed the detachable blindfold from her discipline helmet.

Margo could not look up at his face with her mouth buried in his crotch, but she did not have to as Bill spoke his first words since they began using her.

"I think its true, Eleanor. After a slave-cunt like this sucks off a few hundred cocks, they all become the same. She doesn't even recognize them any more!"

Eleanor smiled as she continued thrusting her dildo into Margo's ass, nearing orgasm herself. "You're totally right, Bill. I couldn't agree more!"

Margo froze in shock. It was her husband! Or, more accurately, her former husband. As she screamed again, in recognition, Bill shot his load into her mouth. Eleanor joined him in orgasm half a second later.

They removed her helmet and her ring gag.

Margo looked up incredulously at Bill. She cried tears of tentative joy, anticipating rescue. She exclaimed, "Darling, you're..."

"They're right, Eleanor, " Bill interjected, cutting her off. "She's a poorly trained, undisciplined slut. Give me those clamps!"

As Margo sobbed, Bill clamped her nipples. She gasped with the pain, but knew better than to protest.

"And now, a reminder of who's in charge!" He thrust his now-soft cock back into her mouth and pissed down her throat. Crying freely, she swallowed it all. No, if there was to be a rescue, there would not be any mercy attached to it. She accepted the degradation silently, knowing herself still vulnerable to harsh punishment for any failure.

Bill considered using a cock-gag on Margo to silence her protests, but came up with a better idea. He removed her ring-gag and had her hold the chain connecting her nipple clamps in her teeth. It increased the pain in her tortured tits as it pulled them up provocatively. It also required her to lower her head while it silenced her.

"Now that should keep the bitch in her place!"

"Well done, Bill. I can't wait until we get her back to our room." They joined her wrists in front of her again with a foot of chain and brought her to all fours.

To complete her humiliation, they took the double dildo and strapped it into her ass. Filled to the extreme, Margo now had to crawl behind them on a leash, the other end of the dildo protruding obscenely from her ass. The motion of her thighs as she moved made matters worse as it caused the dildo to move within her, gently ass-fucking her as she crawled. The three of them moved slowly to the room, Margo crawling the entire distance.

The evening was nondescript. They hung Margo by her wrists, applied a leg-spreader and added some weights to her nipple clamps. Finally, Bill and Eleanor relaxed on their sofa and watched TV for an hour or two as Margo suffered.

With the cameras distributed throughout the Casino's public areas, there was never a lull in the action. From their room they could observe every game table, every corridor, the entire auditorium, sun garden or anywhere else a slave was being used or punished. Soon, Eleanor's arousal returned. She strode over to the equipment closet and returned with a set of rubber "Mistress Pants".

"Bill, you don't mind if I use our pig for awhile, do you?"

"Feel free, darling!"

Moments later, Margo was strapped into the Mistress Pants. Her nipple clamps were removed; she was left ungagged. Her wristcuffs, locked behind her body, and her chastity belt were her only other restraints. Eleanor held a short but vicious cat-o-nine tails. Administering a single stroke to Margo's ass, she said, "You know what to do, cunt. And now you know what will happen if your lips and tongue get tired. Start sucking it, slave!"

For the better part of an hour, Margo serviced her former husband's new wife. A few whipstrokes were needed, as Margo still rebelled against her humiliation. Soon, Bill suggested, "Let's remove the Mistress Pants. I always did enjoy her face when she was getting the short end of things." Eleanor agreed, and seconds later Margo's face was as revealed as the rest of her body. Now, Bill and Eleanor took turns with her, still watching the various Casino scenes being played out on TV.

Eventually, they tired of the TV and wanted to get some real entertainment from their slave. Together, they came up with an ordeal for Margo which all three of them would remember.

She was locked into a posture collar and a three-foot spreader was strapped to her ankles. Her nipples were again clamped, with the severe cloverleaf clamps, joined by a light chain. The room was supplied with a large collection of weights for her clamps, ranging from a quarter ounce to a full four ounces. There were four of each weight available.

Eleanor took the entire assortment of weights and scattered them all over the floor. "Alright, cunt. You can pick them all up and bring them to me."

Margo looked back questioningly, her wrists shackled behind her.

"Use your nipple chain, pig. You can snag the hook on each weight with your chain until you have them all."

Margo moaned, now recognizing the pain soon to come. The entire set of weights totaled well over two pounds. Restrained as she was, she'd have to crawl back and forth across the floor, bending over to hook each weight, carrying them as she went, until the entire set hung from her nipples, clamped with the most severe clamps available. And she well knew that these clamps would tighten on her nipples as the weight grew, insuring that they would never slip free.

They forced her to start with two of the four-ounce weights so as to get her torture going early. It took over forty-five minutes and uncountable whipstrokes from her two owners before she knelt at their feet, the entire collection of weights hanging from her tortured nipples. Her moans of pain were constant and her tears flowed.

"Very good, slut. Now you may suck us both off again, then your clamps will be removed."

Margo was ready to break. Clearly, they were intentionally pushing her limits, and she could not endure it.

"Oh God, please Master, I can't take it!"

Bill looked at Eleanor, disappointed. "She is protesting a command by her owners, and she is refusing to submit to her abuse."

"True, Bill. She's a disappointment. I suppose she'll have to be punished."

To Margo's horror, Bill lowered a rope from the ceiling winch and attached it to her wrists, still shackled behind her back. He set the control for the slowest possible rate of cranking, taking in only several inches of the rope each minute. He then got two drinks and joined Eleanor on the couch. He spoke to Margo--"That winch will draw your wrists up behind you until your feet are well off the floor. If at any time you'd like to end that process, you may beg to be allowed to suck us both off."

Margo moaned, suffering intensely already. The weights pulled her tortured nipples down several inches, distending her breasts severely and keeping the look of agony on her face. In minutes, her rising wrists forced her to her feet.

Bill and Eleanor truly reveled in Margo's torture. It was one of the happiest days since their marriage and one of Margo's most agonizing. At one point, Eleanor told Bill, "Without you, I never would have found out how exciting sex could be. I love you so-o-o much!" Bill smiled, and they exchanged kisses. Margo silently cried.

Soon, Margo's wrists rose above the level of her shoulders, and she began bending at the waist. She realized Bill and Eleanor were serious, that she might indeed be drawn up clear off the floor. Again, she screamed in pain.

"You know, Bill, its amazing how stubborn this pig is. She'd rather suffer like this for our pleasure instead of sucking off one cock and one cunt, straight out of her basic training. I think Morgan was right. She's a failure, even as a slave!"

Bill smiled and agreed. "In fact, I hope she holds out a long time. I'd love to bring the tapes of this session home with us."

At that point, Margo broke. She was bent at right angles from the waist, her wrists straight up toward the ceiling, her two pounds of weights swinging freely from her agonized breasts.

"Please Master, Mistress! I can't take this. Please let me suck you both to orgasm!"

Reluctantly, Bill lowered her arms and released the rope from her wrist shackles. Margo collapsed to her knees, grateful as the weights rested upon the floor, relieving her tortured nipples. Immediately, Bill hauled her to an upright kneeling position by her hair, renewing her pain and her screams as her nipples resumed their agony.

"You're supposed to be sucking my cock, bitch, not taking a nap!" He had the cat readily at hand. Margo opened her mouth to receive his cock.

He drove into her throat on the first stroke. As he stroked her, he was delighted to hear her agonized moans as the weights swung from her clamped nipples. He was quite aroused by the scene; still, having come twice already that day, it took him a good twenty minutes.

Eleanor gave her no time to rest. She followed immediately, hauling back on Margo's hair to tip her head back to the right angle, stretching her breast flesh and increasing her already extreme punishment. Mercifully, it took her only a few minutes before she ordered Margo, "Swallow it, pig!", and came.

Margo screamed in agony as her clamps were removed and continued crying long after, and not just from the pain. Leaving her shackles in place, including the leg spreader and posture collar, they added a cock gag and a butt plug, then locked her into the hanging cage.

Bill and Eleanor got into bed. For a couple of hours longer, they caressed, petted, loved each other. The TV coverage of the Casino activities continued to arouse them both, as did their slave, suffering in the cage.

Finally, their arousal returned sufficiently enough for one more bout of lovemaking. As they started, Bill paused and exclaimed, "We shouldn't leave our pet in that cage all night." Margo perked up, on alert for any signs of mercy. Her anticipation was short-lived, however, as he continued, "Besides, her proper place is here, serving us."

"I agree totally, Bill. Let's bring her down."

They put her into the bed restraints, only her head exposed above the center of the mattress. They fucked, their crotches both forced into Margo's face. Few words were spoken aside from the occasional "I love you" and a periodic command to Margo to "Lick my balls, cunt!" An hour later, Bill and Eleanor slept, embraced in each other's arms. Margo cried silently, aware of the depth of their love. She knew she had no hope of regaining her position with Bill. The best she could hope for would be to be brought back as their slave. She spent the night with her face between their legs, breathing the scent of their love.

In the morning they released Margo from the bed, moving her to the bathroom. They placed her in the toilet stock and they both used her mouth for their morning piss. She seemed to have an infinite supply of tears, as they continued to flow.

Later, Bill was moving her to the corridor, shackling her hands high over her head, to be picked up later by the staff. Margo begged, "Master, may a slave speak?"

Out of Eleanor's earshot for the first time since they arrived, he said, "Yes."

"Master, as your wife, I was a true bitch. I deserved what I got. But here, you wouldn't believe what I go through. As heavy as the scene was last night, it happens like that every day to me now. And the trainers, they're even more severe..."

"So what do you want me to do?"

In tears, crying openly, she begged, "Please, Bill, get me out of here! Free me, take me back as your slave, do what you want, but please, I can't take this!"

Bill paused, considering. "It could be done, although it might be expensive. And I do have a wife, you know..."

Margo groaned again, crying aloud.

"If I did anything at all with you, it would have to be based on your continued enslavement."

Now, Margo paused. She swallowed once, still tasting the piss and come in her mouth. "Please Master, take me back with you as your slave."

Bill smiled. "I'll think about it. And I'll talk about it with my wife. Still, your performance will have to improve considerably if you expect to remain in such a position. Eleanor and I will discuss the matter. You'll be told of our decision at the appropriate time."

Margo hung by her wrists, still wearing her posture collar, leg spreader, butt plug and her punishment chastity belt. After the staff heard Bill's report on her performance, they let her hang until noon.

By the time Bill and Eleanor's departure day arrived, they had made full use of the Casino's facilities. Their wins would be permanently engraved in the memory of certain house slaves and their losses sometimes proved memorable as well. Bill spent one evening chained on his knees in the slave quarters, serving the pleasure of a bevy of slave girls for a six-hour stint. Eleanor, not to be outdone, became a prize herself at the Roulette tables one evening, and she even made one payoff with a six-hour shift in the restrooms. On another occasion, they lost together, resulting in their dealing side-by-side for a full shift at winner's tables.

Still, they could not extend their stay indefinitely. Eventually they found themselves in the Hotel's Lounge, enjoying a final drink as they awaited the next shuttle off the island. As they sat, they were approached by Willis Morgan. Behind him was Mei-Ling, holding a leash connected to the collar of one Margo Demling.

"Bill, Eleanor, I'm glad I caught you before you left!"

They rose, exchanging handshakes. "Glad to see you, Willis. I must say, we've had an incredible time."

"I'm glad you've been enjoying yourselves."

Eleanor added, "I couldn't believe what Bill told me about this place. Now, I'm a believer!"

"I do hope you'll both come back and see us again in the future."

"You can count on it!"

After some more small talk and reminiscing, Morgan came to the point of his visit. "We've been having a bit of a problem with one of our slaves lately." At that point, Mei-Ling pulled on Margo's leash, dragging her forward. "This cunt has been a persistent problem to train. Regardless of Mei-Ling's efforts, she has failed to respond to punishment and she continues to backslide into her old habits. Perhaps the two of you might have some ideas as to what we might do with her."

Eleanor suggested, "Perhaps a more intense application of the whip?"

Mei-Ling responded, "Mistress, she was given two dozen with the cane just last night, for defying an order by a guest. She was unwilling to even lick his cock clean after he had fucked her ass." Margo was turned, briefly, to display her vividly welted ass.

"Amazing!", Eleanor commented.

"Shameful, for a supposedly well-trained slut", Bill added.

Morgan asked Bill, "What would you suggest?"

"Perhaps a long period of service, say, in the restrooms, or as a game-room cocksucker?"

Mei-Ling answered, "She's been given such duties regularly, Master, with no lasting effect."

Bill thought awhile, then said, "Clearly she needs a major change of environment. Have you considered selling her..." At this, Margo's face lit up, until Bill continued, "...say, to an Arab prince?"

"It would be futile, I'm afraid. They wouldn't pay much for this one, and she'd probably be returned to us in a year or two, after being scarred by their whips."

They all pondered the matter silently as Margo sobbed, now shaking in fear and anticipation.

Finally, Mei-Ling suggested, "Master, perhaps if you and your wife were to take her for a time, use her and train her to your liking, the familiarity and regularity might enhance her progress."

Eleanor considered the proposal. "It might be interesting, Bill. She could certainly earn her keep doing all the housework, being my valet and keeping me occupied when you're not home, but it really should be your decision."

Considering, Bill looked into Margo's eyes. She clearly wanted it. "True enough, darling. And I'd love to make her a gift to you. Still, she is poorly trained, and she'd be a chore to punish constantly. I'd have to take her price into consideration.

All of them chuckled, excluding Margo herself. There was one more pause, with numerous smiles being exchanged, until Bill asked Morgan, "Tell me, have you ever read any of the books written by John Norman?"

"Of course. The ‘Gor' novels. The earlier ones, in fact, were much of the inspiration for our most successful training methods."

The three females looked at the two men. Now, the exchange had taken on a new character; new understandings were in play. Morgan spoke again.

"I'll tell you what, Bill. Since this pig has been such a failure, even as a slave, I will keep her price low. I am willing to sell her to you at absolute rock bottom."

All of the women smiled; Mei-Ling in amusement, Margo in new hope, Eleanor pleased with the exchange. Bill sat a moment, considering. He then rose and approached his former wife. He took her leash from Mei-Ling, then commanded her.

"Present yourself for examination, slut!"

Margo looked back, unsure how to respond. Receiving no clues, she separated her feet to about shoulder width and attempted to thrust out her breasts a bit.

Bill circled her slowly. He examined her with both his eyes and his hands, squeezing her breast, then caressing her cunt. Hearing Margo's groan of pleasure he commented, "She is a wanton slut." He then briefly penetrated her ass with two fingers, eliciting a moan of protest. Thrusting the fingers in her mouth to be cleaned, he added, "She is also hesitant and reluctant in service." Margo's eyes pleaded as she tasted herself, still begging wordlessly. "Worse, she is a prideful, demanding cunt, interested only in her own pleasure, caring little for the pleasure of her Master or Mistress." Again, Margo was near tears. Adding insult to injury, Bill concluded, "Even worse than that, she is not even particularly attractive, and she clearly is not talented in bringing pleasure to men." He took his seat.

At that, Margo fell to her knees and pleaded, "P-please, Master, buy me!"

Eleanor and Mei-Ling watched Bill intently, awaiting his response. Morgan was pleased with the negotiations and was also waiting in anticipation.

"Tell me, Morgan. Just what are you asking for this pig?"

After a pause, he smiled. "I will let you have her for one American cent."

Again, Bill sat silently, considering. Finally, he answered, "Her price is too high."

All of them, except Margo herself, broke into laughter, understanding. Margo stared at Bill in disbelief, livid with rage. She exploded, jumping to her feet, and screamed, "You son of a bitch, you..."

She was cut off suddenly by an open-handed slap to her face by Mei-Ling. "Silence, cunt! You have failed to please our guest and have been rejected for sale. You have already earned a punishment for this. Worse, you have spoken disrespectfully to a guest, acting with pride and impertinence.” She turned to Morgan, smiling, and asked, "Suggestions, Master?"

Morgan considered a moment, then said, "Suspend her in an inverted spread-eagle in the Hotel lobby. Clamp her nipples and hang a small cat-o-nine from the connecting chain. Allow the departing guests to whip her cunt and use her mouth as she hangs, free of charge."

"How long, Master?"

"I would think the entire afternoon should be appropriate."

"Yes, Master."

Margo screamed, "Oh God, nooo-o-o-o...!!!", as she was dragged out to punishment.

Bill and Eleanor enjoyed the scene as she was quickly hoisted into position. A moment later, Mei-Ling approached Bill and said, "Master, since you were the offended party, you have the right to first use of her mouth as she hangs. Also, would you enjoy clamping her nipples yourself?"

Bill smiled and said, "I'd be happy to!"

For a brief instant, Margo's face pleaded with her approaching former husband. One look at Bill's smile, though, was enough to tell her that her pleas would be useless. Bill applied the clamps quickly, almost anxious to begin Margo's torture. As she cried out with the pain, Bill's smile grew wider. He would show her no mercy.

Indeed, he took the small cat from Mei-Ling and hung it briefly on Margo's nipple chain while he freed his erect cock. He thrust into Margo's mouth, but did not make any efforts to use her hair to control her movements. She made no substantial efforts to please him, simply allowing his erection to rest in her mouth, his balls draped over her nose. Suddenly, the first brutal stroke of the cat sliced between her labia, welting her most sensitive inner cunt flesh. As she screamed around his cock, a second stroke fell.

"Take your time, Margo. You never were much of a cocksucker anyway, and I'd like nothing better than to whip your cunt all afternoon. Anytime you want me to stop, just suck me to orgasm. Then you can start on my wife."

Margo was lost, and she knew it. There would be no rescue, no deliverance. Bill was no longer interested in her in the least. And now, he tortured her, as a third stroke welted her cunt and his cock continued to thrust impatiently at the back of her throat. She cried openly now and she began to actively suck his cock. The lash continued to fall.

Eleanor enjoyed the sight. She stood close to Bill, her arm around him, kissing and caressing him as she watched the systematic welting of Margo's cunt. On each stroke, Margo's muscles flexed in waves from her inner thighs out to her ankles as well as down her abdomen in a parallel wave that ended in her throat with the screams muffled by Bill's thrusting cock. By the time he came, filling her mouth and covering her face with his orgasm, Eleanor was highly aroused and anxious to start.

Margo was given no breaks. Bill withdrew, and Eleanor replaced him seconds later. Bill only took enough time to replace the small lash in its proper place, hanging on the chain connecting Margo's nipple clamps. As her mouth opened to scream again with the renewed agony in her tits, she found Eleanor's cunt, already well-juiced, directly in front of her. The whip was picked up again by a smiling Eleanor, and Margo's own cunt quickly erupted in renewed pain. Her tongue extended immediately, her lips found Eleanor's engorged pussy flesh, and she resumed her efforts, now serving the woman who had replaced her with her one-time husband.

Speaking of which, Bill took a major interest in the job at hand. Ignoring the agonizing whipstrokes, he chose to devote his attentions to Margo's oral efforts on Eleanor's cunt. He watched her closely, inches away from her laboring face. She worked for a minute or two, humiliated under his scrutiny, until he made things even worse. In a perverse satire of helping, he directed her efforts.

"She likes quick tongue-flicks to the sides of her clit... Now, suck on it gently... Keep her cunt lips free of juice; she finds it distracting..." Soon, Eleanor's orgasm kicked in, and Margo's face was flooded. Swallowing, Margo began dutifully cleaning her with lips and tongue, all under Bill's watchful eyes. Finally, to cap off her share of Margo's punishment, Eleanor released a brief stream of piss into the slave's mouth.

Margo swallowed again, and cried. She heard Bill's parting comment, "See you next year, cunt!", and a brief word from Eleanor, "Let's go, darling!" That was the last she would see of them. Now, she had more important matters to deal with, not the least of which were a large, erect black cock forcing its way into her mouth and the first of a new round of whipstrokes into her open cunt.

Morgan and Mei-Ling watched intently from a distance. They were both amused at Margo's continued obstenance.

"I'd be interested in your opinions on this one, Mei-Ling."

"Master?"

"I find that most slaves, regardless of their initial resistance to training, either adjust to their enslavement voluntarily or are broken by the whip in a matter of weeks, months at the most. Margo, however, has shown a continued obstinence, even in the face of severe punishment."

"Its true, Master. Perhaps she's another one like Cara, a true masochist."

They continued watching. Margo finished servicing the man she was working on, followed by two women and another man. Then, to their amazement, Margo had an orgasm under the whip, crying out in pleasure around the cock pumping her mouth. Mei-Ling, her eyes never leaving Margo's inverted body, exclaimed, "She is, Master! She came under the whip! There can be no other answer!"

Morgan chuckled. Mei-Ling asked, "Master, what are your thoughts on this?"

He smiled. "Mei-Ling, does Margo appear ready to break out of her chains?"

"No, Master."

"And the question of her being a masochist--what would that change?"

She thought a second, then said, "Only whether or not a slave enjoys her use and punishment."

"And is that a matter of any importance?"

Mei-Ling thought for a moment, then said, "No, Master. What is important is only the pleasure of those she serves."

"Correct, Mei-Ling. Do you see anything of importance here that needs our attention?"

"No, Master. Only a slave in punishment."

They watched together, in silence now. Morgan thought briefly about the events of the previous twelve months. Business was good. Indeed, he had recently sent Mei-Ling's family another check, this one for ten thousand dollars. The hotel and Casino continued to turn a large profit, and the guests returned regularly and grew in numbers. He smiled.

"Well then, Mei-ling. There is a hotel to run, a Casino to manage, guests to entertain and slaves to train. I'm going to take a grand tour. Will you join me?"

"Yes, Master. I'm yours to command."

As they walked off, the former Mrs. Margo Demling, now a slave of the Casino, hanging naked by her widely spread ankles, her nipples clamped, her cunt already welted, screamed again as the whip fell on her unprotected pussy, and yet another cock in an endless line pumped its load into her defenseless mouth.

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