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                          "THE GAMBLERS"



                                                   by: Dr. Phil





 "Three Jacks! Guess it's not your lucky day, Robert."

  The rest of the players gasped. Robert slapped the table in

disgust. She'd beaten him again.

  Natasha let the tip of her tongue peek out between her teeth as

she raked in the cash. It was a little over a thousand dollars this

time. Not huge, but not her first pot either. She had been slowly

but consistently building up her winnings, mostly at the expense of

the dark-haired thirty-something year old man she had just beaten.

  Natasha herself was twenty-two. Her father had been the president

of Lunar Mining, Inc., one of the largest privately owned

corporations in the United Americas. By the middle of the 21st

century it had established itself among the Fortune 10. Her father

was constantly away from home; at meetings, on business trips,

visiting with presidents and kings. Three years ago he had been

killed in an accident while traveling to the Lunar station for a

meeting with some of his managers. Since her mother had died when

she was just a little girl, she inherited over a hundred million

dollars when she turned twenty-one. 

  Natasha hadn't ever had to work a day in her life. She always had

the latest automobiles and hovercraft. Her clothes were always the

most expensive. She ate and played at the finest and most exclusive

establishments. She had always had everything she wanted... except

at the casino.

  Robert Cerrino seemed to have her number. He knew when she was

bluffing. He could tell how good her hand was just by looking at

her face. And he always beat her. Always. Natasha despised him for

this. He was exceedingly handsome, and charming, but the fact that

she couldn't beat him caused her frustration to build and fester

like an open wound. She threw tantrums, and occasionally ashtrays.

She vowed that someday she'd beat him. Not only beat him, but take

him for everything he had! 

  The way he would calmly just smile at her during her juvenile

outbreaks made her even more furious. Most of the other patrons

referred to her privately as "the spoiled brat". Everyone knew who

they were talking about.

  But tonight was different! Oooohhhh, and it felt so good to be

finally beating him! Natasha hadn't won a lot of hands, but

whenever the bidding came down to just herself and Robert, she won

every hand. Robert had lost over a hundred thousand dollars.

Peanuts to Natasha, but probably pretty substantial to him. Natasha

loved it! She glanced at him now as the cards were being dealt. For

the first time in the year she had been playing against him he

looked nervous. He tapped his fingers on the table and loosened his

tie.

  Natasha let her eyes drift just over his head and to his right.

There was Angela, right where she was supposed to be. Right where

she had been all night. The little whore would do anything for a

buck, and Natasha had paid her well to sit where she would be able

to see Robert's cards. Whenever the bidding started, Angela would

sneak a peek at Robert's hand. Through a carefully laid out set of

hand signals she would let Natasha know what his hand was. By

simply brushing her hair away from her eyes, or taking a sip or a

drag on a cigarette she could signal if he had a pair, two of a

kind, flush, full house, etc. If Natasha needed more information

she would scratch her cheek and Angela would be able to signal his

hand's strength. So far it had worked flawlessly.

  After all the cards had been dealt she picked up her hand. Not

bad, she had a pair of tens. She opened the bidding at $2,000.

Several of the other players at her table sighed at the size of her

opening bid, but they all put in. Natasha kept the Tens and a Queen

for a kicker. She discarded and picked up two new cards. When she

looked at them she could barely refrain from arching her eyebrows

in delight. She had picked up two more Queens! She had herself a

Full House, Queens over Tens. It was one of the most powerful hands

there was and an almost certain winner.

  She looked up to see Angela adjusting her makeup. That was a

signal for a Full House! So..... things would be getting

interesting. Natasha scratched her cheek, sending a signal that she

needed to know how strong his Full House was. Angela started a bit.

With both of them having Full Houses things could get pretty hot

real fast! She thought for a moment, then scratched her face with

four fingers. This was the sign for nine-high. Natasha now knew

that Robert had a Full House, with nine as his high card. Also an

extremely powerful hand, but she had him beat! She knew it.... but

he didn't! Now was the chance she'd been waiting for for nearly a

year. She might never get as good a shot at him so she had to play

this perfectly.

  Since Natasha had opened the bidding, she now chose to bid

$10,000. A low whistle was heard and the man to her left shook his

head slightly and folded his cards. "Too steep to keep me in."

  Likewise the woman to his left folded, but Robert saw her $10,000

and raised her $25,000. Another whistle was heard and the rest of

the table folded. A few people who were onlookers gathered closer

to the table.

  With a small smile, Natasha counted out $25,000.

  "I'll see your $25,000..." she said, tossing in the money, then

began counting out some more. "...and raise you ... $50,000!"

  Some `ooohs and ahhhhs' were heard as more people began gathering

around the table. She leaned forward and stared right into Robert's

eyes, then she laughed:

  "So, you got the balls to go with your cards, Robert?"

  Robert was still cool but he couldn't help a reflexive swallow as

he looked down, then began counting up $50,000.

  "I assure you I've got the balls, Natasha, and I'm willing to bet

that I've got the cards too. I'll see your $50,000 and RAISE you

another $50,000!"

  Without hesitating for even a second Natasha counted out her

money. She threw it into the pot then started counting out some

more. She was excited and furious at the same time. "That son-of-a-

bitch!" she said to herself. "He's trying to bluff me down. I know

I've got him beat. He may have the balls, but his ass is mine!" She

chuckled a little as she threw in the money and then stared him

right in the eye as she slowly said:

  "I'll see your $50,000 and raise you $100,000!"

  By now play had stopped at all of the tables. People were

crowding around the table to watch the two combatants go at it head

to head. There had been bad blood between them for nearly a year

and this looked like it was shaping up to be a final showdown.

  "Looks like you've got some balls too, Natasha." he smiled back

at her. "Care to cut through all the bullshit and make this really

interesting?"

  "What have you got in mind, Robert." Their eyes were locked onto

each other's.

  "Something really interesting, and gutsy. Let's go for a cool

million..." the crowd gasped  "and... if I win, you'll sleep with

me tonight and do whatever I want."

  Natasha's jaw dropped. "Why, that arrogant shit!" she thought to

herself.

  "Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" she asked.

  "Pretty sure I've got you beat" he returned her smile.

  "So, what do I get if I win? I mean, besides the million bucks."

  "Anything you want, just name it. My hovercraft? Or if you

prefer, if I lose I'll pay you the money and never come back here

again. You'll have won your final victory."

  Natasha thought for a moment. Did she dare? Why not? Let's see

what kind of balls he really had. If he backed down she could still

clip him for the million and make him leave...

  "Tell you what, asshole. Let's make it REALLY meaningful. Let's

play for everything."

  "What do you men, everything?"

  "I mean `everything'. Everything you own, everything I own...

including ourselves."

  Robert was stunned. She was talking slavery! Slavery was legal in

The United Americas, but only in some special situations. Nobody

could be born into slavery, or relegated to slavery by the color of

their skin or their ancestry. They could, however, sell themselves

or give themselves willingly into slavery. These were primarily

cases of sexual bondage and servitude. The government had long ago

decided that as long as these arrangements were entered into

willingly then they would be recognized as legally binding.

  "You can't be serious, Natasha! Do you know what you're saying?"

  "I know exactly what I'm saying. I didn't think you'd have the

balls to bet it all..."

  "Now wait a minute. I didn't say no. I just want to make sure you

know what you're doing. I don't want you claiming ignorance after

I beat you."

  "Ohhhh, don't you worry about that, you chicken-shit! Louie has

cameras mounted above all of the tables. You know that. We're being

recorded right now. Let's get him to bring some paper over and

we'll both sign it. There're over a hundred witnesses here.

Besides, it'll be YOU who'll be doing the crying after I win."

  The crowd had gone silent, then gradually the murmuring started

back up. Nobody could believe that they would actually do it. It

had been joked about in casinos for years, but to anyone's

knowledge, nobody had ever bet their freedom on a hand of cards.



  Louie, the owner of the casino, came over with a pad of paper and

a pen. Natasha snatched them from him and began writing down:





      Natasha Volovich and Robert Cerrino enter into the following 

    agreement willingly and understanding all consequences: On this 

    6th day of June, 2065, we agree that the loser of the game    

    which we are presently playing shall voluntary surrender      

    his/her freedom and enter into Total Slavery to the winner.   

    This slavery shall become complete, permanent and irrevocable. 

    No legal challenge will be made to this agreement by either of 

    the signees, and it will remain in force permanently for the  

    life of the loser. Should the winner die before the loser, the 

    loser will remain in slavery with ownership transferring to the 

    winner's heir(s).

      The loser shall pass into slavery to the winner immediately 

    upon completion of the game at hand, as witnessed by Louis    

    Chan, proprietor, and observed by approximately 100 patrons.

    Further, the loser relinquishes all personal wealth and       

    property to the winner. The winner shall become owner of all  

    holdings, property, savings, stock, homestead, and all things 

    of value belonging to the loser and shall also become owner of 

    the loser. The loser understands that as personal property of 

    the winner, he/she expects to be subjected to all whims of the 

    owner including, but not limited to, physical punishment,     

    permanent marking such as branding, and public display.

      This agreement is not coerced and is signed willingly and   

    knowingly as witnessed below:



  At the bottom of the document she printed her name, Robert's, and

added Louie's name with the word "witness" underneath it. Without

hesitating she signed it next to her name and passed it on to

Robert for him to read. As he did, his jaw dropped and he swallowed

hard.

  "My God, you ARE serious!"

  Natasha had taken about ten minutes to write the document. During

that time everybody in the casino had stopped what they were doing

and came to crowd around their table. All other play had stopped.

Light laughter and nervous chatter filled the room as men and women

discussed what was happening before their eyes. Although slavery

was legal, it wasn't particularly common. People who were partial

to that lifestyle tended to congregate amongst themselves, although

it wasn't too unusual to see some unfortunate slave being paraded

in public, usually as some form of punishment.

  Natasha stared at Robert hungrily. In her mind's eye she had

already stripped him down, as she intended to do publicly just as

soon as he signed the damn paper and the game was over...

  The whole room seemed to hold its collective breath along with

Natasha as Robert picked up the pen and then signed his own name

below Natasha's. Natasha exhaled and grabbed the paper from him,

thrusting it into Louie's hands and asking him to sign as witness.

As soon as he did she grabbed the paper and kissed it.

  "I've got you, you arrogant bastard! Your ass is MINE! I've been

waiting to beat you for nearly a year, and I finally got you! I

want you to know that you're going to become my little pet. My

little naked pet! Hahaha! I can't wait to show off your buns to the

people here. You'll wish you never met me, then you'll crawl and

kiss my feet all the way home!"

  Robert just stared at her, almost in disbelief. She was close to

ranting. He never realized how much she must despise him. Several

of Natasha's friends were at the casino that night, along with more

than a few people she had crossed swords with in the past. They

weren't surprised at all at her outburst. They'd seen her often in

one of her temper snits, but the women leered at Robert as Natasha

loudly explained her plans for him after the game was over.

  With the paper safely returned to Louie, Natasha picked her cards

up off the table and stared at Robert, who had also picked up his

own cards.

  "Well, shall we get this over with?" she smiled smugly.

  "I call" said Robert, a little shakily.

  Once again the casino went quiet as Natasha slowly laid down her

cards. When they saw the Full House there were gasps from the

crowd. Natasha noted with satisfaction that Robert looked pale. His

eyes flicked from side to side and he loosened his tie. Natasha was

enjoying his discomfort.

  Suddenly, Robert's face became hard and his hands steadied. A

small smile appeared on his face and he stared at Natasha as he

slowly began to lay his own cards down, face up...

  "What's he up to?" she wondered, irritated for a moment. Her

irritation suddenly turned to disbelief as she saw his hand. The

crowd all gasped at the same time. Robert also had a Full House,

but it was not nine-high, as she had expected. It was KINGS over

nines! He had her hand beat!

  "Wait a minute! This can't be! You only had nine-high! Where'd

you get those Kings!!!" Natasha was in a panic. Suddenly she looked

up and saw Angela. The whore was actually smiling at her. She noted

with horror that Angela had one hand on Robert's shoulder! With her

other hand she was sticking her middle finger up and pointing it at

Natasha. The little tramp had sold her out!

  "No! Wait! They cheated! That bitch was supposed to be telling me

what his cards were...but...but...she LIED!!"

  There was scattered laughter in the room.

  "Sooooo... you admit you were trying to cheat me?" Robert arched

his eyebrow and looked amusingly at his new slave.

  "Noo.. I... well, I mean.... I'll get you for this, you little

whore!!" she yelled at Angela, who continued holding up her middle

finger and smiling at the enraged Natasha.

  Natasha made a move to get up and run away, but on a hand signal

from Robert two men in suits grabbed her, one on each arm.

  "Let me go!" she screamed and kicked, but the men held her fast.

  "We had a deal, Natasha" Robert told her menacingly. "It's not

invalid just because you're not good at cheating. In fact, it makes

it worse. Seems like you deserve a little punishment for what you

tried to do. Strip her."

  Natasha screamed as the two men began slowly removing her

clothes. One held her firmly as the other grabbed her legs and

pulled off her high-heel shoes. He was rewarded with a kick to his

shin, but he stood up and grabbed hold of the straps of her

expensive gown. As she struggled he reached behind her and pulled

down the zipper, then pulled the straps down off her shoulders. As

she cried and kicked he lowered the gown to her waist, then gave it

a little push and watched as it crumpled to the floor around her

ankles.

  Natasha was making a lot of noise protesting so Robert looked at

Louie to see if everything was okay. Louie's eyes were shining as

he flashed the okay sign to Robert, then cast his attention back to

the struggling young woman near the table. She had on a pair of

high cut white panties, nylon stockings, and a bra. Her expensive

dress was crumpled at her feet and one of the men still held her

securely from behind. The crowd began to hoot and cheer the men on

as they continued stripping her. The second man took out a knife

and simply cut Natasha's bra strap in the front, between the two

cups.

  "Nooooo!" she wailed as the now useless bra cups fell to the side

and her ripe young breasts fell into view. The second man cupped

them both with his hands as the crowd yelled "More! Strip the

bitch!"

  He cut the two shoulder straps and the bra fell in two pieces to

the floor to join her dress.

  "Don't you dare! No, PLEASE!!!!" she implored as he slipped the

knife under the waistband of her panties at the side. He looked her

in the eye as he pulled the sharp blade up and back, cutting

through the flimsy elastic band. The panties began to fall away,

still attached at the other end but hanging so that the dark bush

surrounding her sex was now visible.

  "PLEEEEASE!" she sobbed as he slipped the knife into the

waistband on the opposite side and repeated the cut. The crowd

roared approval as the severed panties fell to the ground. She was

totally nude now, save for the sheer nylon stockings that ended

about mid thigh. She tried using her hands to cover herself but the

first man pinned her elbows together behind her back so she

couldn't reach anything important. This also caused her naked

breasts to jut out and up. Her aureoles were large and, Robert

noted with amusement, slightly puckered. The crowd noticed it too.

  "Look! I think she likes it!" one of the men yelled out rudely.

Her nipples were long and hard. Natasha felt betrayed by her body

as everyone could see the evidence of her arousal.

  "Bend her across the table, face down, and hold her." Robert

ordered. The two men grabbed the struggling nude woman, one on each

side and turned her around then bent her over the table till her

breasts were pressed tightly and her chin was touching the green

felt. They each held onto her shoulders and one of them pressed his

hand to her back to hold her in this position. Her naked buttocks

were squirming madly as her feet kicked. They parted slightly to

show her sex hanging down like a little furry pouch. Robert chose

this moment to swing his large palm down right across the center of

her ass. A loud <crack> was heard in the room followed immediately

by a started "Owwwwwww!" from Natasha.

  "You bad girl. You're showing your most secret charms to all our

guests here! Are you a little slut? Do you like waving that thing

for everybody to see?" He slapped her again, causing another

"Owwwww!!" and a second red handprint began to form on her

otherwise white bottom.

  The guests went wild with appreciation. Bent over as she was, 

Natasha was able to look up and see the smiling faces of some of

her friends. They seemed to be enjoying the show and moved around

behind her to get a better view. 

  Robert now proceeded to give Natasha a long hard spanking. Again

and again his hand slapped down, reddening the small doomed bottom

that squirmed so deliciously trying to avoid the blows. After five

or six slaps Natasha began pleading with him to stop spanking her.

After twenty-five slaps her words were unintelligible due to the

sobbing. She heard the catcalls and the laughter and her shame

burned nearly as intensely as her backside. After forty slaps she

no longer had any dignity, she just wanted the burning to stop. She

was still pinned tightly to the table but she now let her legs

buckle and bend at the knees. This opened her backside up as she

squatted, her furry pouch shaking back and forth between her

thighs.

  After fifty slaps Robert finally stopped. Natasha still hung

there, her upper body held flat against the table but her haunches

remained wide open in her squat as she shook and sobbed. Most of

the patrons had moved behind her and there was some shoving going

on by people who wanted to get a better view. Natasha's friends,

ironically, had elbowed their way to the front where they could see

all of the action. Her enemies preferred standing on the other side

so that they could see her tear-streaked face as she lifted it up

from the table.

  "My my, you do like making a spectacle of yourself!" Robert

clucked at the girl. Then he looked up at the two men who held her.

  "Get those stockings off her. I want her to be completely naked

from now on." Then he repeated in a low voice for Natasha's

benefit: "... from now on."

  One of the two men relinquished his hold on her shoulder and

squatted behind her. He dragged his hands up and down her thighs a

couple of times before starting at the top of her left stocking and

slowly peeling it down her leg. Down past the knee he rolled it,

then down her shapely calf, and finally to her foot and then off.

He handed it to Robert who stuffed it in his pocket.

  "Wait a minute." he told the man, signalling him away. "Would you

care to do the final honors, my dear?" he smiled at Angela.

  Without answering, Angela smiled then moved behind Natasha and

crouched down behind the hot pink buns that were still quivering.

She grabbed hold of the right stocking and slowly started peeling

it down.

  "So, I'm a whore, huh?" she mocked, then paused to give Natasha's

helpless bottom a sharp slap that made the poor girl gasp in

surprise. She giggled meanly then said:

"I'm..gonna..love..watching..what..he..does..to..you!" She

punctuated each word with another slap to Natasha's hot bottom,

then laughed and resumed rolling down the stocking. 

  Natasha's shoulders were shaking with sobs as she looked around

and saw the entire casino witnessing her humiliation. She had been

so sure of her victory! This should be Robert being humiliated

instead of her... but she didn't count on the treachery of Angela.

  When Angela got the stocking down onto Natasha's foot she gave a

"tada!" then pulled it off. Natasha was now completely nude. She

dropped her foot back to the floor and stood straight-legged,

trying to close her parted thighs, but this just put her ass more

into prominence.

  "Okay, up on the table, on your hands and knees. Help her out,

guys."

  "W-what!!" Natasha was shocked by what she had just heard. When

she didn't move fast enough four strong arms grabbed her and began

pulling her up onto the felt covered card table on her knees. Once

she was up there they pushed her back downward till she was perched

on all fours, doggie-style. Robert stepped forward and roughly

grabbed onto her thighs, pulling them wide apart, then lowered his

hands to her knees to push them apart also.

  "Arch your back, and keep your head up. People want to see your

face. Get your ass up higher. Spread your knees wider, dammit.

Wider!"

  The men held her in this position as Robert placed his left hand

on the small of her back and lightly ran his right palm all over

her exposed pink rump. He patted her lightly and grabbed one cheek

at a time, shaking it a little and pulling it wide to show her

little brown anus to the assembled patrons. He then rubbed the heel

of his hand back and forth against her pouch. When he removed it he

showed the wetness that was left on his hand to an approving crowd.

  "It's a good thing you like this, little one." he mocked then he

patted her on the center of her ass and stepped back. He invited

the entire room to inspect her while he got himself a fresh drink.

  

  By this time the first news crews began arriving at the casino.

They had been tipped off about the story of a young rich girl who

had just gambled her freedom away on a hand of cards. This was big

news and would be broadcast on the late news of all seven major

Networks. The crews elbowed their way in to set up their holocams

and lighting. By this time, several of the patrons had filed passed

Natasha, one at a time, each taking their opportunity to fondle the

nude woman. Several of the women were engaged in tugging on her

dangling breasts and twisting the nipples. This caused the

unfortunate girl to moan and twist, begging her tormentors to stop.

Unfortunately, since they consisted mainly of women she despised,

they were encouraged by her squirming and redoubled their efforts.

  Most of the men appeared more interested in her widely parted

thighs and hips. They rubbed her in her most private places,

alternating the rubs with spanks to her bare buns. She had her

pubic hair tugged on and even a few of the black hairs pulled out

and saved as souvenirs. The Action Holocams focused on her harsh

treatment. The networks knew that sex sells, and the relaxed

broadcast standards assured that they would all be vying for the

most creative coverage.

  Natasha looked at her tormentors through tear-blurred eyes. Her

whole body trembled as she felt them probing and slapping at her.

Each time she tried to close her widely parted thighs a bit she was

rewarded with a sharp slap on her ass and then had her knees pushed

even WIDER apart. The laughter of the men and women as they lined

up behind her cut though her like a knife and her shoulders shook

with her shame. Each time one of the men would pull her cheeks

apart to expose her quivering little anus to the intrusion of the

holocams she would sob aloud as the cool air testified to her

exposure of this most private of all body parts.



  While all of this was going on, Robert had taken Louie aside to

offer him a proposition. The two men worked out the details of

their agreement, then shook hands and returned to the fun. Robert

raised his hands to silence the crowd, as he wanted to make a

statement. The holocams reluctantly focused on him, although one

would occasionally scan back to Natasha as she was still held

kneeling and twitching.

  "My friends, please listen up. I'd like to make a statement." He

held up the paper that Natasha had written and which Natasha and

he, along with Louie, had signed.

  "This document constitutes a legal agreement. Not only the

signing, but the actual writing of the document was witnessed and

even filmed. There can be no claims of misunderstanding of intent,

or denial. I now legally claim ownership not only of Miss

Volovich's person, but of her entire wealth, her possessions, her

stock, savings, home and furnishings. All of her possessions are

automatically transferred to me. Miss Volovich has willingly and

knowingly relinquished her rights and protection under the law, and

will remain my chattel for life."

  There were murmurs around the room, and even a little light

applause. Natasha's moans in the background were a perfect backdrop

to this announcement, which delighted the Network crews. Robert

continued:



  "I have made arrangements with the proprietor of this casino, Mr.

Louis Chan, to keep Natasha here full-time, as a spectacle, an

entertainment, and a clientele draw."

  There were more gasps from the room and some louder applause.

Natasha began moaning "Noooooo....Nooooooo....." in the background

as the import of his words struck her.

  "I am a happily married man, and although my wife might be amused

by what has transpired here tonight, I am sure she would disapprove

of my keeping a naked slavegirl at our home." There were a few

chuckles from the crowd.

  "My friend, Mr. Chan, has come to my rescue and offered a

solution which should benefit us both. It will benefit me because

I will have the opportunity of visiting with my little naked slave

here whenever I wish. It will also benefit Mr. Chan, as the

notoriety should greatly enhance his business." 

  There was loud applause as the two men shook hands. The holocam

crews lost no time in returning their attention to the main

attraction. For the next four hours Natasha was worked over in the

most thorough manner imaginable. Many of the guests returned to

their own tables but a hard core made up primarily of Natasha's

friends and enemies kept at her till closing time...



  Two weeks later Robert returned from a business trip and decided

to visit the casino. The place seemed a bit more lively and crowded

than usual. Natasha's friends, it seemed, had made the casino their

regular hangout. As he looked across the room he saw Natasha, and

her pathetic situation almost made him gasp!

  They had her on her back on a small metal table, stripped and

trussed up with her knees pulled back and apart like a chicken

waiting for the roasting. She had been shaved completely hairless,

from her bald head to her moistly glistening sex. She was not

enjoying herself. One of Natasha's former enemies had stationed

herself on a stool at the table, right beside her outrageosly

displayed sex. She looked a little tipsy and as she put down the

drink she had in her hand she picked up a little feather and got

back to work. It seems that she had been at her since early in the

evening, and the drunker she got, the meaner she became. Natasha's

eyes and mouth were wide open in shock, and her hips rotated as

much as they possibly could in their tight confinement as the woman

returned to brushing the tip of the feather against her helpless

clitoris. With her pubic hair shaved, Natasha's love lips looked

huge and thick. They splayed outward to reveal the nubbin of her

clitoris at their top. It was sticking straight up and was dark and

moist. The feather kept teasing at it as her hips rotated and her

breasts shook against her heaving chest. It seems that the woman

had been most mean to her helpless victim. Whenever she came close

to orgasm she would put the feather down and sip her drink while

she watched Natasha squirm and moan in frustration. Natasha begged

and pleaded, but the woman was relentless. When Natasha's vain

thrashings had subsided she would would brush the feather up and

down a few times along her gully then move it to her anus and

resume the torture there. Her anus, Robert noted, was stretched

into a small open "o" by the position of her bound legs, and it

twitched open and closed a little as the feather worked its way

around and in it. After some more frustrated thrashings and another

sip of her gin and tonic, the woman went back to work on Natasha's

clitoris. In this manner she had been alternating between clitoris

and anus for most of the evening.

  Robert walked over and stood before Natasha. It took awhile but

finally her glassy eyes focused on him and he saw recognition.

Instantly tears welled up in her eyes and she began pleading with

Robert to release her from this torment. Robert reached a hand down

and lightly pulled on her left nipple as he explained, as if

talking to a small child, that there were many patrons waiting for

their chance at her and she should feel good about helping Mr.

Chan's business so much.

  She began sobbing loudly and the woman with the feather had had

enough of that. She pinched Natasha's nostrils until she opened her

mouth, then not too gently stuffed a large apple between her teeth.

  "That oughta keep the little chicken quiet for awhile" she said

as she returned to her work with the feather.

  Robert couldn't stay. He was on his way to dinner and his wife

was waiting for him in the car. He just wanted to see how his slave

was doing at the casino. He smiled at her then turned to walk away. 

  At the door he paused and looked back again. In one respect he

felt sorry for her, but at the same time he knew he could never

show her pity or release. She was writhing in her own personal

hell, which she had brought on herself by her own wickedness. He

shuddered a little, then straightened his tie and walked out to

join his wife waiting for him in the limo.





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