Casino Plot Ch. 02
Keywords: 02, Plot, Ch., Casino,
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He reached down and patted the smooth, moist mound gently, then tossed a towel at her. "Get yourself cleaned up and back into your cage. I've got some things to do."
Reluctantly, she did as he said, drawing herself into a shivering crouch inside her now familiar jail. He left almost immediately after latching the door, and she kicked at the blanket in frustration. But a short while later, he was back.
"Stick your ass up here." He patted the side of the cage opposite the door. Unsure but with a feeling of dread swelling in her chest, she complied, backing herself up towards where he stood. Her anxiety grew when she realized the side walls of the cage prevented her from looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing. "Stay still." Something touched her asshole and she jumped. He made a soft shushing noise and she felt his hands stroke her. "Just a tiny plug for your bottom, girl." Something touched her again and this time she braced herself; a short narrow object with an even narrower neck slipped easily into her ass. "Good girl."
She inspected it after he had gone, feeling around the rubbery round protrusion between her asscheeks. It felt strange, but was small enough not to be uncomfortable even when she sat down. Her sphincter gripped it tightly and she felt the tiny ring of muscle spasm a few times, as if getting used to the intruder. Her pussy throbbed and she wondered if he would know if she masturbated herself to orgasm. "I hate you," she whispered, knowing that she was too afraid of any potential punishments to dare.
Dozing on and off, she was aware that he came down to check on her several times, and would sometimes reach into the cage to wiggle the little plug in her ass. When she squirmed, he would chuckle and take his hand away. She heard him walking around upstairs and wondered what he was doing. It sounds like he's moving furniture, she thought.
Much later, he came in carrying a plate of food and something else she could not identify. He fed her inside the cage and as she bent down to eat, he dangled the object in front of the doorway. She blinked and stared, but did not recognize what it was. When she finished eating, he cupped one hand under her chin, and pushed what felt like a cylindrical piece of rubber into her mouth. Leather straps went around the back of her head and were fastened to her collar. It was uncomfortable; the rubber pulled at the corners of her lips and made her want to bite down every time she swallowed. She made a muffled sound.
"I know you're not a pony, my pet, but the bit gag suits you just the same." He laughed at her bewildered expression. " I can't have you being rude to my party guests, can I?"
Party? Guests? Her mind reeled and she let out a soft gurgle. She didn't know what to think, what to do, or even what to feel except a trembling panic. What kind of guests? He hushed her, his hands gentle as urged her from the cage. Terrified, she followed him to the carpeted room, where he used two short chains to attach her to eyebolts set into the wall, each about two feet from the floor. There was one chain for each D-ring on her collar, and her terror only grew when she realized she would be unable to turn around or get up; all she could do was look to either side, or stare at the wall a mere couple of inches away from her nose.
The doorbell rang somewhere in the house above. He gave her rump a light pat and left her alone with her thoughts and escalating fears. Who were these people? What were they going to do? Would they hurt her? Her brain leapt from one possibility to another and yet, never did it cross her mind to merely release herself and leave. After all, her hands were not bound. She heard more people arriving, loud laughter, and the sounds of a party getting underway. Without a clock or even a window, she had no concept of time, and had no idea how long she had been left there; half of her wished not to be alone any longer even as the other half lurched in fear of what would happen when someone came down there.
Then came the sound of a door opening from behind her. She tried to look but the chains stopped her short. There were voices, a man's and a woman's.
"Oh God, Michael, he wasn't kidding! He does have a girl here."
The man laughed. "So he does. Want to go check her out?"
"Maybe later." The woman giggled. "When I'm drunk!"
"Let's go get you drunk now!"
She heard the door close, muffling the sounds of what appeared to be a great many people. She breathed a sigh of relief but before her heart could stop racing, the door opened again.
"Fuck! I can't believe it!" A different man's voice. She heard him go down the stairs and walk across the carpet, cringing closer to the wall when he stopped behind her, his hand immediately cupping her bare ass. He mumbled to himself, not bothering to address her at all before unfastening his pants. She whimpered when she heard the sound of the zipper; it was followed by ripping noise of a condom packet being opened. Then, without warning, he entered her, shoving so hard she almost fell forward into the wall, fucking her with quick, jerky strokes, his hands dragging her hips back to meet each thrusts. She moaned when he came, frustrated and relieved at the same time, her pussy achingly wet from being denied release for so long.
The second man to pay her a visit took his time, rubbing the base of her butt plug while he plunged three fingers into her wet hole. "Ah, it's a pity we're not allowed to fuck your ass," he said with a sigh. "I'd love to shove my cock into this tight little fuckhole." She shivered at his words, and shivers turned to trembles when he leaned closer and murmured into her ear, "I bet you scream when you're fucked in the ass."
I've never been fucked there, she wanted to say, but all she managed was a muffled moan. He thrust into her then, his cock wider than the one before, stretching her sore insides as he fucked her rapidly. It took a long time for him to come, his cock pounding her pussy until her arms wouldn't hold her up anymore and she went down onto her elbows. Then he, too, left, to make way for the next in a succession of several faceless men who fucked her pussy raw. One man stripped off his condom and came over her back -- apparently that was allowed -- and another used the plug to fuck her ass while he worked his cock in her pussy. The man she hated the most was the one who spanked her raised cheeks until she screamed into the gag, then shoved his impossibly hard cock into her for a long, brutal session of frenzied thrusting.
By the time her captor came downstairs, she had been reduced to a sobbing, drooling mess, half leaning against the wall she was chained to. She jerked, chains jingling, when he touched her, his hand going between her legs to cup the puffy lips there. "What a nice, fat, juicy pussy," he slurred; it was obvious that he'd been drinking, and she recoiled. "Now, don't be like that." He squeezed. "You want to come, don't you?"
Heavy with humiliation, she nodded.
His fingernails scraped over sensitive skin and she winced. "You get to come only if there's a cock in your ass."
She started to shake.
"You want a cock in your ass, don't you?" The slur was more pronounced now.
She shook her head.
"But you want to come." It wasn't a question.
She nodded.
He took that for assent, unclipping the chains from her collar and hauling her to her feet. After being on her hands and knees for so long, her limbs were unsteady and she stumbled into him.
"Get into the other room, bitch." Angry now.
He pushed her over the cage, slapping her sore ass until she had it raised high enough to satisfy him. The little plug was removed with a soft pop and he jammed something else against the clenching hole. A cold substance oozed into her. Lubricant. At least he was going to show her that much mercy, she thought, hoping that he would remember it was her first time for anal sex, knowing that he probably wouldn't care even if he did. Her hands felt clammy suddenly; she found the edges of the cage and gripped them.
His cock nudged the backs of her thighs. He pushed them apart more, so he could slide himself along the valley between her cheeks. Some of the lubricant had trickled down and he slipped along easily, coating his cock with the slippery substance. She felt his hands on her lower back, pressing her into the top of the cage, holding her down, no doubt expecting a struggle. The head of his cock slithered into position, the spongy tip pushing against her tightly closed hole, applying a steady pressure that grew into a blossoming prickly pain as it started to gain entrance. Her muffled whimpers were ignored, her virgin hole forced open until the head of his cock was stuffed inside. The throbbing pain was intense and, together with the alien sensation of having a stiff rod up her ass, made her want to scream.
"God, so tight." He grunted, shifting his feet to get more leverage, and for a moment she though she could almost feel the veins in his cock as it pulsed inside her. Biting down on the rubber bit to stop herself from screaming when he pushed further in, she squeezed the cage bars in her hand until she was sure they had to be cutting into her palms. Sweat trickled between their bodies, the salty liquid making her tender skin sting. He ignored her yelping cries behind the gag, feeding his cock all the way into her ass inch by agonizing inch.
Finally, his balls came to rest against her distended pussy lips. She felt his hand cup her there, fingers pressing into her slippery slit, searching for her swollen clit. Nearly sobbing with both pain and need, she tried to push herself into his hand, only to whimper as her movement made his cock shift. He's tearing me apart, she thought.
He groaned. "You have to come now. I can't...." His fingers pinched her as he spoke, finding sensitive spots and stroking them quickly.
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