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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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