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Casino
Part 6

By Thndrshark






Warning: This story contains concepts and descriptions of an adult nature. It
is illegal for persons under the age of 18 (and in some states, 21) to view
this material. If you are underage for your area, do not continue.



Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark


     The auction was packed but Gina was ushered to special seating at the
front of the audience. She loved the looks she got as people admired her body
and that of her slave's. She was flushed with excitement. She had never
imagined the night might end this way, with one of her beautiful friends behind
her on a leash and another just waiting to be purchased. She was excited to own
Monica for awhile but was more excited at the chance to get back at Cindy for
so many years of being treated as a second class citizen. She was just now
thinking through the ramifications of what had happened. She would now take
advantage of her family money. First she would lease a large house on the
outskirts of town, then equip it with a wide selection of dungeon equipment.
She was wet again just thinking about the prospects of owning and keeping her
friends as slaves. It was all a dream to her, but one that she didn't want to
wake up from. As she sat in the chair, she noticed it was strangely equipped
with a hole in the center of the pad and a space underneath. 
   "If I may suggest, mistress," the attendant suggested, motioning to Monica.
Gina glanced down the row to another mistress a few seats away and could see
how her slave had been "installed" under the chair in a position to service
her. Gina smiled at the thought of forcing Monica to suck her pussy while she
purchased their friend Cindy as a slave. She nodded to the man and he set about
strapping Monica into place.
     The crowd gathered quickly to see the sale. They could just see the slaves
bound off stage, waiting to be led onto stage for sale. Blindfolds had been
removed though ball gags and arm bondage still remained. Each had a leash
connected to their collars and an attendant waiting to lead them center stage.
Monica could not see Cindy in the long line, but the end disappeared far behind
stage. There must have been 20 slaves, mostly female, being sold tonight. The
attendant beside her tapped her shoulder and offered her seat again. Gina
looked down to see Monaco's face fit perfectly through the hole in the pad.
Rather than having to reach with her tongue, her mouth actually stuck up above
the pad. Gina unzipped the lower zipper of her catsuit and aimed her wet pussy
onto Monica's waiting mouth. As she got comfortable, she was handed a short
paddle. She looked down to see Monica's pussy held wide open by a spreader bar
between her knees. Her ankles had been bound back to her thighs, giving her
full access to the newly shaved crotch of her friend. 
     "For encouragement," the attendant smiled and said, then walked off. Gina
shivered again with excitement. She could feel Monica halfheartedly licking her
wet pussy so she gave her pussy a sharp crack with the strap. She could hear
Monica grunt beneath her then redouble her efforts with her tongue. Gina smiled
and sat further down on her captive friend's mouth.

     The auction seemed to last hours. By the time Cindy was marched on stage,
Gina had seen at least 12 slaves, all of which had been purchased for an
average price of $30,000. At the same time, Monica had brought Gina to orgasm
at least five times. Each time, Monica tried to stop but the strap ensured she
continue. Now Gina slouched in her seat, pushing her asshole onto Monica's
tongue, encouraging her friend to push her tongue deep in her anus. 
     Gina had been tempted twice to purchase another slave. She certainly had
enough money and the two slaves were very enticing. The first was a girl
seemingly only 16 years old. A shaved pussy and pigtails added to the feeling
of youth. But it was the bobby socks and schoolgirl outfit that inspired her to
thoughts of ownership. She was excited about owning slaves and thought that a
young one might be fun to train. But she passed after a moment of thought.
Reality came crashing down on her to a degree. She realized if she were to
really keep Monica and Cindy as her slaves, she would have her hands full
anyway. She turned to look through the crowd for a moment, catching sight of
Monica's old master. She would have to exchange numbers with the handsome man
before the night was through. She needed both his experience and strength to
properly break the two girls.
     Cindy brought about the highest bidding. Her slim waist, athletic form and
large breasts seemed to interest quite a number of bidders. Gina won the bid
for $45,000. The auction soon ended and she released Monica to follow her as
she went to pick up her new toy. As the two saw each other, Cindy broke out
crying, though Monica only lowered her head. She was quickly met by another
attendant.
     "Mistress, can I assist in transporting your slaves tonight?"
     "I don't understand," Gina said.
     "We discourage our dominants from simply walking out with slaves in tow.
It gives the club a bad name," he said. "I can offer to pack them up and ship
them to you later today, if you like." Gina realized it was 2 a.m. now. She had
a long list of things to do, starting with leasing the house. She realized she
had no place to keep her new slaves until then.
     "Can you pack them and hold them until I call?"
     "Certainly, mistress," he said, making a note on a card. "And would you
like soft packing or extreme?" Gina had no idea what he meant, but she was
tired of acting like a newbie.
     "Extreme, of course," she said, handing the leashes to the man. He handed
her a receipt and led the girls off. It was then that Gina remembered
something, heading off through the crowd.

     The 19-year-old was delirious. Her stomach had been full for several hours
and the basin was full above her. Her mouth was filled with excrement that she
could no longer swallow. Her eyes, red from endless crying, were now dry and
pained. She no longer had any tears left. When the light cracked once again,
she was almost relieved to see her mistress enter the stall. Gina took the
available hose and washed her young slave off, then unbound her from the toilet
position. The girl was shaky but Gina forced her to stand up as she finished
washing her body down. She quickly strapped on a new gag and collar and led her
third slave out of the stall.

     By the time Gina found the shipping room, Monica and Cindy had been almost
fully strapped into their painful positions in the crates. Their large breasts
had been used for support. Thin leather straps had been wound around the base
of their breasts then the lose ends connected to a ring at the front of the
crate. Their long hair was weaved with a piece of leather and the strand was
fed through a ring behind them, then pulled taught until their heads were
pulled back hard and their breasts were pulled away from their chests. A steel
dildo had been fed form the bottom of the crate into each of their asses, with
a matching dildo pushed down their throats. They rested in their identical
positions, waiting for the final side to be nailed in place. Gina examined them
carefully, enjoying the pain they were in. Finally, Gina reached behind her
head and undid the mask over her eyes. She peered into the cases, letting
recognition cross Monica and Cindy's faces. At first they seemed relieve but
they quickly realized that Gina was smiling. Panic crossed their faces at
identical moments.
     "Funny how things turned out, huh ladies?" Gina smiled again. "Monica,
you'll be my favorite slave. I sure like how you sucked my pussy and ass
earlier. But Cindy, I think you'll be my practice slave. With you I can learn
the art of punishment." She reached into Cindy's crate and patted her new slave
on the head. "I hope you can stand a lot of pain."
     Gina handed her young slave off to the attendant for similar packing and
headed back inside to change. She had a lot to do before she started her life
as a mistress.


The End



Story © 1999 Gwendoline Photography/Thndrshark


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