Casino Night 2 | free bondage story

Finally, the challenger's clock ran out. "I almost had you!" he exclaimed.

The man slowly got up off of the stool. Nicole was very surprised to see a butt plug attached to the stool, and it was vibrating as he slowly pulled himself free.

There were no other challengers forthcoming as the challenger paid up his debt. Nicole slowly walked over to the next one over and looked it over. A woman was sitting down behind the booth, dressed in a tight rubber dress. She was reading something as Nicole approached. Behind the booth, Nicole saw several large rubber bags slumping on the floor. From each of them, there was a chain that traveled all the way to the ceiling, and back down again to something that looked like a motorized winch. There were also other rubber garments scattered about that she could not readily identify.

"What is this all about?" Nicole asked.

The woman looked up. "Oh, it's just a test of your time sense," she said, with a smile.

"Not much business?" she asked.

The woman shook her head. "I'll get business later from desperate debtors."

"What's the game?" Nicole asked.

The woman put her book down and turned to Nicole. "The essential elements are sensory deprivation, rubber, bondage, and time," she said. "Sexual stimulation can be added for an additional spice."

"How much is the bet?" she asked.

"One thousand," the woman replied. "Payout depends upon how long you play. Half hour payout is two thousand. One hour payout is five thousand. Ninety minute payout is ten thousand.

"The player," the woman continued, "is dressed in rubber, blindfolded, tied up, and has their ears plugged," she said. "Then they are put into one of these bags," she explained. "And pulled to the ceiling."

"There's a button put in the contestant's hand. When the player thinks that the appropriate time has passed, they press the button, and they are lowered to the floor. If it's within three minutes either way of the EXACT time that they played for, they win. Otherwise, I win," she said. "I also accept personal debts as wagers," she said.

Nicole wasn't sure why, but the bet appealed to her. Perhaps it was because the person running the booth was a woman. "I'd like to try it," she said, handing the woman a black chip.

The woman looked startled to see the cash up front, but didn't turn it down. "All right. Let's get you set up."

This woman also had a ring of keys. Nicole walked around the counter and sat down behind a curtained off area as the woman unlocked her outfit.

Nicole sat and waited as the woman looked through her rubber collection. "What size do you wear?" she asked.

"Normally a ten," she replied.

"Do you want any stimulation?" she asked. "Extra twenty five percent payout, if you win," she said.

"Why not?" she said. Geez, this place must really be getting to me, she thought in amazement. Nicole felt herself feeling oddly at *home* here, in the casino.

"How long are you going to try it for?" she asked.

"Let's try ninety," she said.

The woman's eyes widened momentarily in surprise. "All right. Here. Put these on," she said, handing her a pair of black rubber panties. "I've already lubed it."

Nicole looked at them and saw that there was a dildo and nubby clit stimulator built right into it. She hesitated for the longest time. "Something wrong?" the woman asked.

"Why not?" she said, putting her legs through and pulling it up. The dildo slowly slid up inside of her, and when it was fully in place, she could feel the rubber nubs of the clit stimulator reaching up inside of her.

"Whooo!" she said as it slid into place. Experimentally, she moved her hips around and felt the sensations.

"You'll have plenty of time for that," the woman said with a smile. The woman handed her a pair of elbow length black rubber gloves and knee-high black rubber stockings. Nicole put them on without too much difficulty. After that was done, the woman walked over and helped Nicole get into the next part of it.

This was a full rubber body suit with a zipper in back. When she was done, Nicole felt the sensations of the tight rubber all over her body. The pressure in her crotch had increased ever so slightly, making the sensations even more interesting. She was now covered in skin tight rubber everywhere except her head.

The woman remedied that next. She brought over a black rubber hood with a back zipper. There was a large breathing tube that emerged from the mouth. "Open up," the woman said.

Nicole felt a wide but very short rubber tube entering her mouth. She was able to breath through this easily as the woman worked the earplugs of the helmet into her ears and zipped up the helmet.

"Can you hear me?" the woman's voice came through the earplugs.

Nicole nodded. "These are earphones. When you're going through with it, I'll be playing the sounds of an ocean through the earphones. Now, put your arms down at your sides," said the disembodied voice.

Nicole felt her wrists being somehow bound to her thighs. "There's a button near your right thumb, on the strap," came the woman's voice. "Press it now," Nicole fumbled for it, and managed to find it. "Good." She tried to move her wrists, but was not able to move them from their places at her thigh. "Let's walk over to the bag now," the woman said as Nicole felt a pressure on her arm guiding her.

She found the tight rubber to be very exciting, and as she walked, she could feel every motion in her crotch. She felt her legs being pulled tightly together, then strapped together at the ankles and the knees. This served to pull the dildo even tighter within her, but made it much harder for her to move it around. "Almost ready," came her voice, as there was a feeling of something tightening around her.

Suddenly, she felt herself being hoisted up! ""Now, you need to push the button three times quickly to end this," she said. "That's to stop any false alarms. There. You're in place."

There was a feeling of swaying. Most of the pressure was on her legs, but it was distributed to other parts of her body. She tried to move, and found that she could only wriggle. Each motion met increased resistance, but the rubber never seemed to actually prevent motion.

I don't believe I'm doing this, she thought as the sound of gentle ocean waves started to come through the earphones. She was now blind, suspended in her own universe, cut off from all contact with the outside world.

As Nicole wriggled, she found that the motion of the dildo and the clit stimulator was making her very horny. She tried to move her hands over to her crotch, to give more direct stimulation, but the straps held her wrists firmly against the outside of her thighs. Nicole also tried to spread her legs, but the straps held her legs firmly together.

Maybe I should just give up now, she wondered.

Nicole was not sure why she didn't just push the button at her thigh and get out of this. She did not, and continued to wriggle in her rubbery prison.

The feeling of total enclosure was new to her. How different... she thought, with her struggles winding down. It's kind of like having my entire body touched at once, she thought.

Nicole started to wriggle again. This time, she was trying to find movements that would jostle the dildo and clit stimulator within her.

Oh, that felt good... she thought after quickly twisting and then bucking her hips. That felt *very* good, she decided after doing it again.

Nicole kept repeating those motions for what felt like minutes. She became hot inside of the rubber, as she felt herself slowly rising up in excitement.

She was becoming very damp in her crotch as well. As she slowly increased her exertions, she felt something slip slightly inside of her.

Her secretions must have lubricated the clit stimulator. She now felt that it was just a little further inside of her, and its tiny probing rubber fingers were just touching her waiting clit.

Nicole would have screamed in pleasure if she could have. Her methodical motions turned to spasms and jerks as she thrashed within her rubber cocoon.

An orgasm was only moments in coming. She arched her back and kicked reflexively, trying to spread her legs. This only served to stimulate her further. Nicole writhed, trying to get the latex intruders away from her crotch, but they did not move from their posts.

Another orgasm swept through her, leaving her gasping through her breathing tube.

Nicole lost track of all sense of time as the device within her tickled her with every motion. The rest of her body seemed to fade away. It felt like only her crotch and the toys within actually existed.

Nicole returned to a somewhat lucid state, panting while her body stayed still. She felt a slight swaying, as if she had set herself in motion above the casino floor.

This must be some show for the people down there, she thought.

Nicole tried to take deep breaths, and simply relax as best she could. But there was no such thing as being motionless, and the little movement that she did only served to tickle and tantalize her crotch.

Nicole felt like a spectator in her own body as she started to grind around yet again. The clit stimulator was still touching her clit, and she felt herself being swept towards yet another wave of pleasure.

Time and space ceased to exist for her. All that existed was a warm nothingness and the pleasure in her groin.

Nicole lost track of the number of orgasms she had. At times, it was hard to quantify them, and she could not tell when one ended and another started.

There was an intrusion into her perfect, secluded world.

I think I have to pee, Nicole thought.

She thrashed about, sending meteors of pleasure her brain. But, even as the pleasurable sensations coursed through her, her body reminded her of its requirements.

Feeling somewhat disappointed that it had to end, she pushed the button at her thigh three times.

"I'll be damned,": the woman said as she unzipped the hood from Nicole's head.

She could feel her sweat drenched hair plastered against her skull. She was now out of the rubber bag, and simply took deep breaths as she unzipped the rubber body suit that Nicole wore.

"What?" Nicole said, absently.

"You've up and cleaned me out," the woman said. She untied Nicole's legs and wrists, then unzipped her rubber body suit. It felt like an avalanche of sweat poured out of her pores as the rubber was peeled from her skin. "You hit your switch at ninety minutes, four seconds. You win! I'm going to have to close down after this, unless I want to risk a *huge* personal debt for a lucky winner.

"I won?" she said, still in something of a daze. The woman left her alone in her curtained off alcove. Nicole was still dressed in the rubber gloves, rubber stockings, and the panties with the dildo and stimulator.

She was amazed to find her hands finally free. Idly, she moved her right hand over to the front of her panties. Nicole pushed with one finger, then two. "Oh, this feels soooo good," she said, but it also reminded her of the need to urinate.

When the woman walked back, she found Nicole sitting on the chair, with her head thrown back as she moaned in pleasure.

"The game is over," the woman said with a smile. "Time to give the props back."

Nicole let out a pathetic whine, but pulled her hand away.

"It seems like your show has the contestants lined up," she said. "I'll have all four bags in the air for the rest of the night. I can't pass that up, even if there's a chance I'll be in debt up to my eyeballs."

Nicole slowly took off the gloves, then the stockings. The panties were last to go.

By the time that the woman had given her original outfit back, Nicole had calmed down. With locked on heels, leather miniskirt, and studded black leather bra, she walked back out onto the casino floor. Nicole made a beeline for the dressing room, with a purse full of softly clinking chips. I really have to pee, she thought.

"Yes?" the man at the counter said.

"Bathroom?" she asked.

He pointed to a pair of doors behind him. Nicole made her way there, and found that she only had to hike up her skirt to relieve herself.

As Nicole walked out, she saw another woman slowly making her way out of the dressing room. Nicole stopped and stared at what she saw.

She was wearing a black leather head harness with an attached red ball gag. A thick leather posture collar held her neck up high, and a lock was conspicuous on the front of it.

Below that, the woman wore a steel studded black leather corset with attached cups for her breasts. From the heaving of the breasts and the narrowness of the waist, Nicole could guess that the corset was pulled very tight.

Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back. From waist to knees, a red leather skirt hugged her very tightly. Nicole saw that it had no walking slit, so the woman could move her knees only a few inches apart with each step.

The woman's legs were covered by black leather boots that exhibited shiny golden stilettos of at least six inches in height. They extended upwards past the knees, and disappeared under the skirt.

What the...? Nicole wondered.

The woman very slowly made her way towards the counter, taking tiny steps in her heels and skirt. After what seemed like several minutes, she stopped at the counter.

"Your debt is now clear," the man said, tucking a card into the locked belt that held the skirt in place.

The woman mumbled something in reply through her gag, then slowly made her way out to the main floor.

The man at the desk saw Nicole gaping. "I take it you're new?" he asked.

"Uh, yea," Nicole said.

"Sometimes, payment for a debt is demanded in cash," he said. "She wasn't able to find any other way, so she had to really dress up to make good on the debt."

"How much was that outfit worth?" Nicole asked.

"About twenty five hundred, I believe," he said.

How much do I have now? she wondered and did some mental arithmetic.

I think I have almost twenty thousand.

"Where were you?" Flora asked. "We were looking all over for you!"

Flora must have settled her debt with Slick because she was now wearing her original leather outfit.

"Oh, I was around," she said vaguely.

"Did you hear that someone won the highest bet on Nancy's sensory deprivation game?" he said.

Nicole gave him her best dumb look, but was smiling broadly inside. "Is that the one with the people up in the air, all in rubber?" she asked.

"That's it," Flora replied. "I've lost it three times."

"I've stopped playing it," Alex admitted.

"So, what have you two been up to?" Nicole asked.

"Flora just managed to get out of the saddle," Alex said.

"Don't remind me of that!" Flora exclaimed.

"What about you?" Nicole said to Alex.

Alex looked up at the sky. "Well?" she asked again.

"He's another two thousand in debt," Flora said with a hint of disgust.

"Hey, I have an half of an hour to come up with it!" he said. Alex looked meaningfully at Nicole. "Well?" he said, looking at her with big brown puppy dog eyes.

"I'll give you an official loan," she said.

Alex sighed at this, while Flora giggled. "You've bought yourself a half of an hour."

"That's better than being in debt to Georgia!" he said.

"Why is that?" Nicole asked.

"Georgia likes to tie men up, then see how they react to alligator clips on... interesting parts of their bodies," Flora said. "She gets a rather sick enjoyment out of seeing men squirm under her touch."

"I don't know," Nicole said. "There have been a couple of guys that I would have liked to use vice grips on."

Nicole saw Alex wince. "Not you," she said, pinching his cheek. "You're far too cute. Come on, let's go and do the deed. Remember, that *I* own you now!"

"Don't let that get to your head," Flora warned.

Nicole smiled sweetly at her, but did not reply.

"Now, where did that woman of yours go?" Nicole asked.

"You've got me swinging," Alex replied with a shrug.

"Now, what should I do with you?" Nicole asked. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Oh, we could settle it the same way as last time," he said.

"I want something more creative," she said. "That seems so... mundane compared to some of the stuff going on around here."

"I'm not sure that I should help you," Alex said cautiously. "I might just get myself in deeper trouble."

Nicole chewed on her lip as she thought. She sat down in a chair and stared off into space as Alex sat next to her. "I can see something churning in there," Alex said. "Am I in trouble?"

"I'm not sure," she said. She turned her attention to Alex. "I want *Flora* to owe me big."

"Ooooh-kay?" Alex said. "Then what?"

"What can you make someone do when they're in debt to you?" she asked.

"I don't know if I want to answer that question," Alex said. "*I'm* in debt to you!"

"I'm just a beginner," she said. "Remember, last night when you invited me here, you and Flora promised to explain it all to me, and answer any questions that I might have."

"Well, we kind of expected to tell you while you were chained to a wall," he said.

"Trying to play me for a sucker?"

"Oh, we just wanted to have some fun with the newcomer," he said.

"Nice try," Nicole responded. "Want to play poker with me?"

Alex shook his head. "No thanks. I saw you play blackjack when you weren't even paying attention. No thanks." Nicole continued to look at him.

"All right. If someone's in debt to you, you can work it out several ways. One way, that you've already used, is to work out a... private agreement," he said. "Another is to demand cash. They have an hour to come up with it, one way or another. Sometimes, people will be willing to buy debts, kind of like buying bonds."

"What if they don't pay up?" she asked.

"They go to debtor's prison," he said. "The thing with that is that sometimes people can be in there for over a day, if their debt is particularly high. The person is usually... quite a spectacle, and it's usually not very fun. It's meant to be something to avoid."

"There's also something in between a private agreement and the prison," Alex said. "I guess you'd call it private punishment. Let's say a guy had a girl *really* in debt to him, and she wouldn't do anything sexual with him. That's her right, to say no at any time to any direct sexual contact. She also can't possibly come up with the money.

"I remember a case like that. The punishment that they worked out was that if she wasn't going to have sex with him, she had to wear a chastity belt for a week, and couldn't have sex with *anyone*."

"Even though that's after hours?" Nicole asked.

"As long as it's mutually agreeable," Alex said. "The last possibility is that a person can sell their debt to the company. They work it off wearing blue, but they're only paid half wages. That can take quite a while."

"I see..." Nicole said. "In a... private punishment, does the punisher have to supply the toys?". "Not unless they're really unusual," Alex said. "The dressing room has quite a selection, and if you tell them that it's a private punishment, they'll work it out with you. It just has to be returned in good condition," he said.

"I see..." Nicole said. "You know, this place is really twisted?"

"That's why I like it here so much," he said, "Even if I'm in debt to my armpits."

"I think I'm really beginning to like it too," Nicole admitted.

"That's because you're holding all the chips!" Alex said.

You have no idea how true that is, Nicole thought.

They found Flora at the roulette table. She didn't even notice them walking up to her. "Come on, twenty!" she said. "Come on!"

Nicole noticed that she was now teetering on six inch heels. "Are you growing taller?" Nicole asked.

"Nineteen! Argh!" Flora exclaimed.

"Needed more chips, I see," said Alex.

"I can feel it," Flora said. "The big payoff is here. I just need a few hundred more..."

"There's always the bank of Nicole," he said.

Geez, she's a gambling addict! Nicole thought. I'm glad she doesn't do this with real money! "We could work something out," she said.

Nicole walked over to the woman at the wheel. She was wearing a blue rubber sheath dress that covered her from shoulders to knees, leaving her arms bare. "I'd like to give a private loan to Flora over there," she said. "How bout... three thousand?" she said, handing over three black chips.

Flora's eyes grew wide as she saw this. She teetered over to Nicole, holding onto the side of the roulette table as she walked. "Here's my card," she said, handing it to the woman in blue.

The woman took their cards and punched a few numbers into a keyboard. "Transaction complete," she said, taking the black chips and handing Flora a stack of red roulette chips.

Flora went wild, strewing the chips about the table. "Why did you give her that much?" Alex whispered into Nicole's ear.

"Oh, I felt generous," she said.

"Uh huh," Alex said, sounding unconvinced.

Nicole watched as Flora's luck turned sour. Her three thousand was soon three hundred. Then one hundred. Then fifty.

Flora played her last fifty on the number seven. When the ball landed, it was firmly planted in the pocked marked zero.

Nicole arranged for another loan of a thousand. "Shouldn't you be out of money?" Alex asked.

"I refuse to answer that question, on the grounds that it might incriminate me," she said with a smile.

Alex's eyes grew wide. "You still have cash?" he asked.

"I still have over ten grand left," she said.

"What have you been playing?" he wondered.

Nicole's eyes wandered around the floor, and focused on three rubber bags that hung suspended halfway between the ceiling and the floor. Humanoid figures were writhing around within them, and then a fourth bag moved up to join them.

"It was *you*?" Alex said.

"I cannot answer that question," she said with a smile.

Ten minutes later, Flora was penniless.

It was nearly ten, according to the wall clock. "I'm getting the urge to try my hand at poker," she said.

"Just one more loan!" Flora begged her.

"I'm all tapped out," she lied. "What I have left, I intend to blow on poker."

"Please!" she said.

"I guess you'll have to sell yourself in the dressing room," Nicole said heartlessly. God, I'm turning into a complete bitch! she thought.

That actually felt rather good, she thought afterwards.

Nicole headed off towards the poker tables. She turned around, and saw Flora and Alex heading towards the dressing rooms.

"Can I help you?" said a man wearing blue leather shorts, a blue leather collar, and blue fuzzy slippers.

"I'm looking for an opening in a poker game," she said.

"What stakes?" he asked.

"High stakes," she replied.

"Well... we're about to start up the unlimited wager table," he said. "You have to pay a hundred to sit down, and you have to show a thousand in cash before you play."

Nicole opened her purse and handed him a blue chip. She showed him the black chips that still rattled around inside.

"That will work for me," he said. "Follow me."

"Check," said Nicole.

She had three opponents. On her left, there was a blond haired woman wearing a red rubber halter top and long red rubber gloves. Her breasts seemed to be trying to burst through the thin rubber covering, and her nipples were clearly visible.

"I'm in for twenty," the woman said, throwing in two red chips.

Across from Nicole was a man wearing a tight black leather shirt. He looked to be in his mid thirties, and there was a look of intense concentration on his face. There were three men standing several steps away behind him that were watching the game intensely.

"Twenty it is," he said, matching the wager.

On Nicole's right, there was another man. This one looked to be in his forties, with salt and pepper hair and a mustache. Nicole had been very surprised by his appearance when he sat down, as he was wearing five inch heels, fishnet stockings, and a tight rubber miniskirt. His chest was completely bare except for a bright red padded satin bra. I wish he would have shaved his legs first, Nicole thought with distaste.

"I'll match that," said the man.

The last card was dealt out. The betting was cautious, and when it was done, the woman in the red rubber pulled in a small pot.

"How are you doing?" she heard Alex's voice behind her.

"All right," she replied. "How's Flora?"

Alex pointed across the casino. Nicole looked, and saw her backside. Flora's outfit had changed again. Now, she wore a floor length leather skirt that fit her very tightly down to the knees. There was a walking slit in the back from the knees to the floor, and Nicole could see that she still wore the six inch heels.

As Flora moved her hands to place new bets on the roulette table, Nicole saw that her hands were now cuffed together in front of her.

"Is she a compulsive gambler?" Nicole asked.

"She goes in spurts," Alex replied.

Flora returned her attention to the poker game. The dealer was a man dressed in tight blue leather from neck to ankle. Nicole saw that none of the other poker tables had a dedicated staff dealer for them. It had been explained to her that this was reserved for the high stakes table.

"Ante up," the dealer said. "Seven card stud."

Nicole put three red chips in the center, as the others did likewise. She had been watching their betting styles these last few hands. The woman on her left, and the man(?) on her right were fairly transparent. However, the man across from her...

He played with a look of intense concentration on his face, regardless of the hand he was dealt or the size of the pot. She found that his face was nearly impossible to read. He would be a tough one, Nicole concluded.

Nicole was dealt two sevens up, and had a third down. She steadily drove the pot up, especially after she was dealt two nines face up.

Everyone dropped out before the last card was dealt. Nicole collected a pot worth about a thousand, and kept her winnings on the table in front of her.

None of the four of them had displayed their wealth on the table. There was no limit on the betting, and there was only guessing as to how much each of them was worth.

"Winner names the game," the dealer said.

"Five card stud, sevens wild," she said, on a whim.

The cards smiled on her this hand as well. Both the woman on her left and the man on her right stayed with her. The man across from her dropped out early, and cut his losses as Nicole raked in a pot worth about fifteen hundred.

The next four hands alternated between Nicole and the man across from her. She was smart enough to bow out when she had complete garbage in her hand. Each pot was about a thousand in chips.

"That's too much for me to lose tonight," said the woman in the red rubber halter top. "It's been nice playing."

Nicole smiled at her as she left. "Then there were three," said the dealer.

A crowd was starting to form around the table. "What's with all the people?" Nicole asked the dealer.

"This table is always an attraction, when the betting gets heavy," explained the dealer.

The game was five card draw, jacks or better to open. There were three antes and three deals before Nicole finally threw a blue chip into the pot.

The man in the heels on her right stayed with her to the bitter end. Nicole put down her three kings, and the man threw his cards down in disgust.

"That's it for me," he said, pushing his chair back and standing up. Nicole watched him walk away in the heels, fishnets, and rubber miniskirt. "You should really shave those legs," she said as he walked away.

There was a chuckle from the crowd. "Then there were two," the dealer said as Nicole raked in a pot worth almost two thousand.

She looked across the table, and met her opponent's predatory stare. He had not once cracked a smile the entire game. "So, chuckles, just you and me," she said with a broad smile.

He glared at her. "Let's play!" he said abruptly.

"Five card draw, ante a thousand," she said, throwing in a black chip.

The man matched with a shower of blue chips. Then the cards were dealt...

I put down an ante of a thousand for *this*? she thought, examining her pair of twos.

Her opponent threw a black chip into the pot.

Nicole had a sudden impulse to bail out. I don't want to throw more money down a rat hole, she thought.

But... this isn't real money... why not?

Nicole threw two black chips in the pot, a raise of a thousand.

Her opponent put two black chips in, another raise of a thousand.

Nicole answered with four black chips, a raise of three thousand.

Her opponent matched it. "Cards?" the dealer asked.

Her opponent asked for two. Does he already have three of a kind, or is he just trying to fool me? she wondered.

Nicole agonized, then asked for three cards, retaining her deuces. She picked up the new cards...

Nine, six... and another two.

Three deuces... if he really does have three of a kind, he already has me beat.

Nicole studied her opponent, and found herself under scrutiny as well. There was no hint to be gained from his face.

"It's your bet," the dealer said, addressing Nicole's opponent.

"Three thousand," he said, putting a shower of blue chips in the pot.

Nicole matched that with black chips. "Two thousand more," she said, raising him with the last of her black chips.

"Let's get this over with," the man said. He reached into a bag at his feet, and emptied it out onto the table. "I see your two thousand, and raise you seven thousand three hundred more."

"I'll call that," she said. It's worth it just to see his cards, she thought.

However, as she searched her purse, she found that she only had three thousand left. Oh, I gave that loan to Flora, she thought. "Dealer?" she asked. "I have outstanding personal debts to me. Can I use them as wagers?" she asked.

"Only with your opponent's permission," he said.

"Absolutely not!" her opponent barked. "Cash on the table."

"Will the house cover?" she asked, remembering her early encounter at the blackjack table.

"Not in wagers between players. The house will only cover wagers in games played against the house," the dealer said.

"I see," she said, chewing on her lip.

"If you can't make it, the pot's mine!" the man said, animated for the first time. The pot was easily worth over twenty thousand at this point. He started to reach forward.

"Not so fast," the dealer said to the man. "You forget the rules of the game. She has one hour to come up with the final wager," he said. "That's a special rule for this table."

The man glared at her. He carefully folded his cards up and put them on the table. "I'll see you in an hour, then," he said, then walked away.

"One hour," she said, with Alex walking next to her. "What are my options?" she asked.

"Not too many," he said. "Any of the private betters will be looking to sucker you, because they know you're desperate."

"That bites," she said. "And, honestly, at any of the tables, I could easily lose everything, and end up in debt up to my ears."

"Well, there is one thing," Alex said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"You could try Flora's method," he said.

Nicole remembered the outfit that had been worth twenty five hundred. "I have to come up with four thousand!" she said.

"It can be done," Alex said. "But if you lose, you won't be able to buy your way out of it."

Nicole mulled that over. "I have to think about this," she said.

"I'm going to check on Flora," he said. "I wonder if she's won anything yet."

As Alex disappeared from sight, Nicole made her way over to the dressing rooms.

"Can I help you?" the man behind the desk asked.

"Yes. I need to cover a large wager," she said, handing him her card.

"How large is large?" the man said.

"Four thousand."

The man's eyes widened. "Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" he asked.

"Can it be done?" she asked.

"It's possible. What do you need to be able to do while dressed up?" he asked.

"Finish the hand of poker," she replied. "Ahhhh..." he said. "You're playing at the high stakes table." He rang a bell, and a woman dressed in a very tight blue vinyl dress walked out to the counter. "Vanessa will help you," he said.

"I know just what you need," the woman in blue said as she led Nicole down the hallway.

"Oh my god," she said, as the seven inch heels were locked onto her feet.

"That's a thousand," the woman said. "We have shoes worth more, but you couldn't walk in them."

"Like I could walk in these..." she said.

"You'll have to stand up for the corset," the woman said.

Nicole gingerly stood up in the heels. ""Oh my god," she said again.

The woman brought out a black satin corset with built in breast cups. "The tighter we get this, the more it's worth."

The busk was latched in front of her, then Vanessa worked on the back lacings. It grew tighter, and tighter, and tighter...

"How...how am I supposed to breath in this?" she said in a strangled tone of voice.

"Very daintily," was the reply. "That should be good.

Vanessa measured the corset. "You lost twenty percent of your waistline. That's worth another thousand.

"The belt is next," Vanessa said.

Nicole had only heard of a chastity belt before. This one... somehow, seemed to defeat every purpose of a chastity belt.

It was made of silvery metal, with a lock in the front. The cross piece was made of the same silvery metal. On the inside, it was padded with rubber...

...and sported a pair of rubber phalluses. "It's worth a thousand as is," Vanessa explained, "or fifteen hundred if I put batteries in it."

Batteries? Oh, my god... "Uh, if I don't have batteries..."

"...the rest of the outfit will make it very difficult to play poker," the woman said.

"Put them in," Nicole said with a tiny sigh against her corset.

The woman popped open both phalluses and put batteries inside of them. She then lubed it up and locked the belt around Nicole's tiny corsetted waist.

The phalluses slowly slid up within her. "Ohhh..." she exclaimed. She remembered her experience in the rubber bag, with the stimulator inside of her. This won't be so bad...

The phalluses were not vibrating, and Nicole was not about to correct the woman on the point. "What's next?" she asked as the chastity belt was locked in place with a loud click.

"Five hundred more for the skirt," she said.

The skirt that she had was made out of black rubber. There was a zipper near the top in back. Nicole stepped into it, and Vanessa pulled it up her body.

The rubber fit her very tightly from waist to floor, and had nothing resembling a walking slit. Nicole took an experimental step in the skirt, and found that she could only take six inch steps, and then only if she truly strained against the rubber. "Oh, my god. Is... is there anything else?" she asked.

"That's it," she said. "You can get your four thousand at the counter. Do you need any help?" she asked.

"Lots," Nicole replied, leaning on her as she made her way to the counter.

The trip to the counter took several minutes. "Four thousand it is," the man said, handing her the chips and her card.

"You're on your own outside the dressing room," Vanessa warned.

"Thanks," she said. "You forgot to turn on the belt," she said as she headed out towards the floor, balancing precariously in the seven inch spikes and the impossibly tight skirt.

"No, I didn't," the woman said, then giggled.

Suddenly, as she teetered along the floor with all eyes on her, the phalluses within her suddenly came to life.

Nicole panted against her corset, and nearly lost her balance. "Oh, my god..." she said. None of the crowd came forward to help her, as they watched her with something resembling amusement.

"Are you all right?" Alex said, appearing at her side.

Nicole leaned against him. "Can you help me get to the poker table?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied. "Wow, do you look hot."

"You have no idea..." she said, grinding her hips around as she held onto Alex.

He almost carried her over to the poker tables. "What's that buzzing noise I'm hearing?" he asked.

"That's me," she said. "Oh, my god!"

"That's you?" he said. "You really did get the four thousand! Geez! All this on your first night here?"

"Get me over to the damn table," she hissed. "Oh, oh!"

Within a couple of minutes, they were there. Her opponent was not yet at the table. "How... much longer?" she asked the dealer.

"Just a couple of minutes longer," he said.

Nicole tried to ignore the buzzing phalluses within her, but with her legs pushed so tightly together, it was impossible. She found herself squirming like a four year old in church, trying to find some way to be comfortable in her tight vibrating predicament.

Her opponent walked over and took his seat. "You have the money?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she said, putting the four black chips on the table.

The man stared at her, but she could not keep her gaze focused on him. "You first," she said.

"Aces and Kings," he said, putting his cards down. "Two pair."

Nicole tried to look disappointed, but the vibrators within her were definitely interfering with her calm poker face. "Just deuces," she said.

"Deuces?! Yes!" he screamed aloud. "Yes! It's all mine! Mine!"

"Are you sure?" she said.

"What do you mean?"

Nicole put her cards down. "I have three of them," she said, with a quavering voice.

Her opponent just stared at her for the longest time. Then, a howl of frustration escaped his lips. "No! No! I was so close!" he screamed aloud.

Nicole barely heard him as an orgasm washed through her body.

Nicole sat in the chair, enjoying the lack of sensations from her groin. She was still dressed up, sitting at the poker table, but hadn't wanted to make the trek over to the dressing room quite yet.

After her orgasm, the vibrations had mysteriously stopped. Two men dressed in blue leather police uniforms walked over and took Nicole's opponent away. She overheard some conversations indicating that he had several private backers that were now very upset with him. He was ranting and raving as the two men put him in manacles in debtor's prison.

She saw Alex and Flora walking up to her. Alex was now supporting Flora, who had added even more to her outfit. Now, she had six inch heels, the back slitted hobble skirt, a corset, and an armbinder.

"I think that Flora is done for the night," he said.

"I was so close..." she whined. Flora looked over at Nicole. "It doesn't look like you did any better.":

"Actually, I won," she said. "I just haven't made my way over to the dressing room to get out of it. I have to pay *double* to get out of this? That's eight thousand!"

"Eight thousand?!" Flora said, aghast. "What makes it worth that much?" This is only worth sixteen hundred!

"I'd rather not say," she said.

"You know, you only pay double if you ask to get out early," Alex said. "If you wait 'till after midnight, you only have to pay the normal value."

"Hmmm... I might just do that," she said. "But, about you two..." Nicole said. "We need to work something out. You two are both in debt to me," she said.

"I don't know..." Nicole continued. "I don't have a steady boyfriend right now. I get horny sometimes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Flora asked in an accusing tone.

"Your fiancй is so strong and handsome," she said. "And he owes me three thousand! That's worth... maybe ten orgasms? Or... how about eight hours of quality time," she insinuated.

Alex didn't comment on the exaggerated debt. "You bitch!" Flora said.

"It's Alex's choice," Nicole said.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed at him.

"You're not in much of a position to argue about it," Alex said.

"Actually, you owe me more, Flora," Nicole said. "How about you for eight hours?"

Flora gasped against her corset, and turned red. "Nicole!..."

"There's always debtor's prison," she said. "And you can alway sell your debts to the company..."

"I'll be wearing blue for months!" Flora whined.

Nicole shrugged. "That doesn't matter to me," she said coolly.

"Damn you, Nicole!" Flora screamed.

"So, what do you say?"

Flora was very silent. "Tell you what," said Nicole. "I'll sweeten the deal. You can *both* work your debts off to me tomorrow night, but here's the rules..."

Flora listened to them, thought for a minute, then reluctantly nodded. "You'd better not ever get into debt to me!" she warned.

"I'll remember that. Tomorrow, then? Oh, my!" Nicole exclaimed.

"What is it?" Alex asked.

"It's started again..." Nicole said.

"You have the *belt* on, don't you!" Flora exclaimed.

"Why did it turn on now?" Nicole asked.

"I don't know," replied Flora. "But I'll get at least a little enjoyment out of tonight. Alex, don't you *dare* help her get to the dressing room, or it's your gonads!"

Alex looked at Nicole sheepishly as she started to writhe on the chair.

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It was noon the next day. "You two have a nice apartment," Nicole said as she walked in.

Flora glowered at her. As terms of the deal, Flora had to stay in the same outfit that she had sold herself into the last night. She had on the six inch heels, slitted hobble skirt, corset, and armbinder.

Nicole had changed Alex's outfit. He now wore a head harness with a built in ball gag. His hands were tied behind him and attached to a belt around his waist. Other than that, he was completely naked.

Nicole had driven them both home last night dressed like that. Just at midnight, the batteries in her outfit had died... perfect timing. She had started to like the outfit, in a twisted way...

Nicole made her way to the bedroom, and disrobed as Alex and Flora followed her in.

Nicole sprawled herself out on the bed. "Now, you'd better be good," she said to Flora.

Flora flopped down on the bed and wriggled over to her crotch. "This is truly evil," she said. "I'm not into girls at all."

"I've always wondered about it. Haven't you?" Nicole asked.

Flora did not respond.

"Now remember, we have until ten tonight," Nicole said. "You have to be good, and you have to last the whole time. Any time you need a break, I'll have to have Alex take over for you," she said.

"Oh, you bitch!" she said.

"As you can see, he can't use his hands or his tongue, can he? What does he have left?" Nicole looked at Alex's erect cock.

"If you don't want your fiancй to have his way with me, right in front of your eyes, you have to become *very* good at pleasing me, *very* quickly," she said, almost gloating.

Reluctantly, Flora touched Nicole's pussy with her lips. "Come on!" Nicole said. "Alex, it might be your turn in just a minute, at this rate."

Finally, Flora started to use her tongue. "Mmmm... that's better," she said.

Nicole looked up, and gazed into Alex's waiting eyes. You know there's no way for her to do this ten hours, Nicole thought. Don't worry, Alex, your turn will come!