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The three girls emerged from the dressing room at the same time, oohing
and ahhing at each other's attire. Monica had to struggle a bit in her
shackles. A short chain connected her ankles with a longer, heavy chain
attaching to her wrists. She struggled forward to take a look at her friends.
"I love those boots, Gina," Monica cooed, much to Cindy's disappointment.
"You look amazing! Like a latex dream!"
"You look great, too, Monica," Gina returned. Cindy was upset nobody
admired her, though she felt pretty good in the latex bra. She was certain, at
first, that the man had given her too small of a size. But as she stepped out
of the dressing room, nearly running into a man clad in leather, he whistled at
her breasts, staring directly at them. She pressed her chest out and smiled as
he slid by her. It was as if she had a second skin of rubber over her large
breasts, barely holding them into place.
"Let's get this over with," Gina moaned as she gestured out to the casino.
The three girls stayed together for awhile, supporting each other as they
walked and experimenting at some of the tables. They stayed away from the far
wall where the alternate games where kept, choosing to survive at blackjack and
roulette. Monica seemed to be possessed when gambling. Gina and Cindy often had
to drag her away before she lost too much. Before long Monica had depleted her
chips. As they walked back to the dressing room to allow Monica to change, Gina
took a quick look at her winnings. In contrast to Monica, she had done well on
her meager bets, winning a steady amount to nearly double her chips. She kept
this to herself, not wanting to give Cindy or Monica a reason to envy her. She
knew Cindy was down a bit, but was eager to try some of the more adventurous
games. As they made it back to the dressing room, Cindy caught sight of
something and said she would see them later. Gina shrugged and helped Monica to
the desk.
"Back already," the man snickered.
"I guess I'm not so lucky yet," Monica complained. She picked up a book
and started flipping through it. She quickly realized it was different from the
one she had looked through earlier. "Wow, these are amazing!" Rather than the
simple outfits of the previous book, this contained the more extreme equipment
that earned the higher sums. Gina looked over her friend's shoulder and found
herself imagining Monica in the outfits.
"Try that one," Gina encouraged as they looked at a hobble dress and arm
binder.
"I don't know. How will I bet?"
"I'll be with you. Don't worry. Besides," Gina glanced at the $3,000
figure at the bottom. "You need the money." Monica smiled and agreed, pushing
the book toward the man. He smiled and winked at Gina then disappeared to get
the items.
Gina loved this. Her hand gripped the leash attached to Monica's collar as
they walked through the casino. Monica was far more concerned about learning to
walk on the seven-inch heels. She was glad the hobble dress, which fit snug to
her perfect form, only allowed her to take a four inch step. But her shoulders
had begun to ache and she was getting tired of the inadvertent grabs she got
from the crowd. Gina seemed to be ignoring them, and Monica could do little to
fend them off. The attendant seemed to take particular pleasure in lacing up
the single glove that now encased her arms. As the straps where pulled tighter,
she could feel her back straightening and her shoulders being forced back. It
wasn't until she could feel her elbows touching that she knew there was more to
this arm bondage than she thought. But despite her complains, the man had
simply ensured the straps where snug and added the small padlocks that now held
it into place.
"Where do you want to go," Gina asked over her shoulder.
"Someplace close," Monica complained, stumbling again. "How about that
blackjack table." As usual, the table Monica had chosen was a minimum $100 bet,
which Gina knew wouldn't discourage her friend. Thankfully, Monica slipped onto
a stool in between two others, taking the weight off her toes. "I can't believe
people walk in these things!"
"It's training," the man to her left spoke.
"I'm sorry?"
"The shoes. It takes training and practice to walk in them comfortably."
Monica smiled at him in response. He was young and very handsome. She tried to
look sexy but found it difficult without the use of her arms. As the dealer
prepared to deal, Monica gestured for Gina to make a bet.
Cindy had quickly forgotten about her friends. Though the bizarre casino
was taking some time to adjust to, she did see the potential to win. The far
wall of the large room was a maze of interesting, and often painful or
degrading challenges. Though many weren't at all her cup of tea, Cindy was
eager to compete in some. Some of the games simply required the player to take
a spanking without crying out, though some of the spankers seemed to take
particular relish in their jobs. Other attractions offered anything from
suspension to piercing. A short row of port-a-potties reminded Cindy that she
had to pee. Upon entering the largish room, she realized this was another game.
A young girl was strapped on her knees in the bottom of the toilet so she could
not move. A large funnel-like basin was attached to her mouth. Cindy quickly
realized that this girl was being used as a human toilet. Already her stomach
was distended from the various waste products she had consumed. It took a
moment for Cindy to understand the game. It wasn't until she examined the poor
girl's bound arms that she saw the thin string she held in her hand. At the
opposite end was a bell. She could see that once the girl had had enough, she
could ring the bell for release. A sign on the wall caught Cindy's eye. It
explained that the girl would receive $1,000 for every half-hour she performed
as a toilet. Shrugging, Cindy stepped up to the basin and, watching through her
legs, peed into the girl's mouth.
Slipping out of the toilet, Cindy immediately caught sight of a game she
would be good at. It was labeled "Maintain your balance" but seemed far too
simple for a competitive game. Nobody was currently taking the challenge so
Cindy had to use the text to figure it out. She would be in a standing
position. Her arms would be tied behind her back and special clamps would be
attached to her nipples. The attached cables where fed over a bar above her
then attached to s flat weight. The goal was to keep the weight off the plate.
For each 30 minutes, she would win $5000. But each time the weight struck the
plate, she would be charged $500. It sounded easy to her, so Cindy jumped up to
the platform.
"I'll take an hour," she said to the gamekeeper. She was a little upset
when she was asked to disrobe, but she was proud of her body and enjoyed the
stares from the men and women gathering to watch. An attendant tied her wrists
together behind her, then slipped a cool leather strap around her elbows. Cindy
could feel her breasts pushing out more as her arms where bound tightly
together. It was a curious feeling, being bound this way. She felt like her
chest was on display now, something she was quite comfortable with.
She was positioned in the middle of the platform as another attendant
placed a wide spreader bar between her ankles. Her long blonde hair was laced
into a ponytail and a strap tied to it was pulled to her elbow strap. She could
feel her hair being pulled back until her face pointed to the ceiling. Her eyes
where quickly covered with a tight blindfold. OK, she thought, this is an
interesting twist. I'll just have to guess the distance rather than seeing it.
With her legs spread, she would have some trouble balancing, but she put it out
of her mind as she felt the cool clamps being placed on her nipples. The teeth
bit into her skin, making her wince, but Cindy was determined to be tough. One
of the attendants pressed a gag to her lips and, as she opened her mouth to
complain, the penis gag slipped between her jaws. It was huge, filling her
mouth while cutting off her complaints. Hands helped her keep her balance as
the weight was hung from the end of the cable. Cindy grunted in pain as it was
released and the clamps bit down harder on her nipples. She immediately leaned
back to keep it high off the plate she could no longer see. She had guessed the
game had started until she felt some fumbling at her spreader bar, then a cool
shaft of steel was pressed into her pussy. The metal dildo was pushed deep
inside of her, the thickness filling her completely. She had no idea why this
was a part of the test and, despite her initial anger at this intrusion, she
actually enjoyed the feeling. Finally, all hands left her and she began
focusing her task.
The sight of Cindy on his platform excited the gamekeeper. She was
beautiful, with her thin body and large breasts, bound tightly and legs spread.
The metal bar that kept the dildo in place was locked off and the wires where
run from the end of the shaft and to the plate. He flicked the switch to power
the device, then flicked the timer and tally board. The audience was excited
and, though early in the game, where already tense. It was only a matter of
time, the keeper knew.
Cindy was a little disoriented. With he head pulled back hard and her lack
of sight, she was having trouble telling which way was up. She just focused on
leaning back, though how far was a concern as well. After what seemed like
hours, but had actually only been ten minutes, the weight brushed the plate. A
sharp shock shot through the dildo and into her pussy. She jerked back hard,
pulling the weight back up, grunting at the harsh bite of the clamps. So,
that's the trick, Cindy thought. I'll just keep back even more to prevent...
The keeper watched Cindy rock forward again and the shock that struck her
pussy brought her back hard again. He smiled. This was going to be fun!
The shock to her pussy had hurt, but she could feel her excitement rising
as well. The lubricated dildo was even more wet now as she felt her juices
coating it. She was panting now, trying to stay focused. She knew she had lost
$1000 already. If she could only stay back for a full 30 minutes, she could
offset that money and still walk away a winner.
As usual, Monica was running short on cash. Gina was bored, having been
used as a servant by Monica wasn't her idea of fun. She had gotten rather
chummy with the young man beside them, maybe he could bet for her.
"Monica, I have to go to the bathroom," Gina whispered.
"Yeah, go ahead, Gina," Monica said out loud. "This gentleman will assist
me, won't you?" She smiled at him with her best smile.
"It would be my pleasure," he said.
"OK, I'll be back."
"Take your time, Gina," Monica winked as she turned back to the man she
was trying to pickup. Gina slipped into the crowd, eager to have her own fun.
Cindy wasn't doing too well. The weight had touched the plate at least
seven times and she was gasping in excitement. She tried to keep her back
straight and the cables taught, but she had lost all sense of balance and could
not regain it. She was rocking back and forth, trying to control her seething
body and keep the weight up. It was only a matter of time before it touched
again. The shock sent her over the edge. Her orgasm made her buck on the steel
dildo as the weight skittered across the metal pad beneath it. She jerked back
hard, but the slight shift of the dildo sent her over the edge again and the
weight crashed down hard, completing the connection once more. She could no
longer control it as she came again and again, the metal connection sending
shocks through her.
The current stopped and Cindy slumped in her bonds as best she could. The
keeper slipped off her gag and blindfold.
"I'm sorry, but you have completed your first 30 minutes and owe us $7000.
You can pay us now or go for double or nothing." Gina knew she had only the
$1,000 on her. Her competitive spirit took over again.
"I'll go double or nothing," she said. The crowd cheered her on as the keeper
shrugged and replaced the blindfold and gag. She could feel another attachment
being added beneath her. A cool pressure against her asshole told her what it
was. The second steel dildo was pressed into her ass until it was buried deep
inside her. Cindy moaned at the intrusion, but could feel herself getting wet
again. She had always had a thing for anal sex, though it was hard to find a
guy who would work at it slow. It wasn't until the hands left her that she
realized that an electrical shock would rise through her ass now too. She began
to panic as she felt a heavier weight being applied to the cables. A voice from
behind whispered to her.
"Up on your toes." She rose up as the attendant placed small boxes beneath
her heels.
"Ladies and gentlemen. This lady has chosen to go another 30 minutes at
double or nothing." A cheer rose through the crowd. "She will be forced to
stand on her toes this time, with a dildo in both her ass and pussy. If she
falls back on her heels, the current will be stepped up." Cindy tried to relax
her feet but felt the button beneath her. She would have to stay high on her
toes to keep off the box. Her nipples where screaming beneath the crushing
teeth of the clamps. She tried to focus, leaning back to hold the weight up,
but not too far to fall back onto her heels. It only took a moment before she
lost balance and landed on the buttons. The shock that ran through her pussy
and ass was a sharp contrast to the previous shock. She wasn't sure if it was
the higher current or her newly punished asshole, but she found herself quickly
jumping back on her toes. Of course as she did this, she leaned forward too
much, allowing the weight to touch again. Despite her pain and frustration, she
could feel a new orgasm building inside of her.