Vegas High Stakes (Closed for Sean)

[WajaLover]

Naomi was tied to the lamp that came down the center of the poker table. She was naked but for a bikini and thong. Her orange hair looked yellow under the bright lights and her ankles were tied together. Men dressed in fine evening outfits played all around her for the chance to win her body.

Naomi wasn't a virgin, but that didn't matter. Her body was unmarked and unblemished by age, as it should be, she being only 18. She was taken from Canada and smuggled over by a guy for this high stakes poker game. Her pussy was bare and her eyes dark with anger as she glared around the room at the players. Two men threw down their cards and stood up.

Occasionally she was groped and fondled. A guy reached up and fondled her breast and she hissed, snapped her teeth. The room laughed.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Allan sat at the table occasionally looking up at Naomi and lightly fondling her thigh. "Gentlemen I think you should just back off unless you've got something of value to offer otherwise this beautiful wench is mine." He said sliding his chips into the center and setting his cards down flat.

The other men one by one looked around. Allan had won several hands so far but the pot had been played right up to the point of Naomi at this point. It took a moment but they all eventually bowed out of the competition. And when they finished he laid down his hand. A 2, 7 split without even the hope of the river completing things. He'd bluffed. They all groaned and walked away from the able except the men responsible.

"Well lovely, I guess that means you're mine." He cradled her chin and kissed her cheek. "You can have a lovely life if you want one, I promise you.

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi sighed with relief as the man cut her free of the rope tying her to the lamp. She smiled shyly at him as he helped her off the table.

" Thanks Sir. What happens now?" She asked, folding her arms above her chest. "Can I get something to wear please?

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Well you know to call me sir so that means you deserve a reward. Good girl. Lick my boots." Allan commanded.

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi sighed, went to her knees, and kissed his boots quickly before standing back up.

"That's not a reward to me," she said

 

[Sean Renaud]

"But you are proving you aren't a stupid whore like so many other women who we capture. Strip."

 

[WajaLover]

"Yes Sir," she muttered and reluctantly took off her bikini and thing. She was trimmed and pale all over. Her large nipples peaked as cold air brushed over them.

"Please let me dress Sir," she begged.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Well would you look at that, you aren't a stupid cunt." He said attaching a pair of clamps to her tits and tugging her up to her feet. "How bout we get away from these other brutes?" He joked leading her away by her tits into his own private room and then yanking her down to her knees. " Since this is your last chance you should have a last chance to talk about who you were before you were gambled away."

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi whimpered softly in pain as he used clamps on her and led her to a private room. She gasped as he shoved her down and curled up.

"I have no family Sir but a sister adopted by another family.. I finished top of my class in math and science. I was going to work when they got me. Why did they kidnap me?

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Because you are beautiful. Men don't want average girls." He replied yanking her chain slightly. "Tell me are you a virgin?"

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi shook her head hard.

"No Sir I am not," she said. "Hated it the one time I had sex. The boy was very clumsy.

 

[Sean Renaud]

He stopped.

"Wait. You are not a virgin but your first time sucked? Strip down. You are in for a treat my dear, consider it your last treat before slavery."

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi gave him the stink eye as she was already nude. She didn't dare take off the clamps.

"I'm not a slave," she growled.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"You were traded for some poker chips weren't you?" He slapped her.

"You were kidnapped by a man who didn't think more of you than to use you as a chip weren't you? He didn't even want you for himself, you aren't even that sexy. You were just just a chip." He backhanded her.

 

[WajaLover]

She yelped and covered the spot he'd hit with her hand. She pressed back far as she could without her nipples being yanked. Fear shone from her eyes and she wished to disappear. She knew that most found her sexy, but she felt like a worm under his anger.

"I'm sorry....Master," she whimpered.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Already you call me master. See you aren't without hope. Now here is your task for the night. Tell me three things you want from you life. If you earn them I promise you you will have them if I can give them to you."

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi thought about it for a bit, then said," A horse, a cat....." she thought hard, furrowing her brow. "And art supplies. I love drawing and horseback riding. I love cats."

She looked upat him, wondering ifshe could possibly earn those things and how she would.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Allan looked over at her and raised a brow. He wanted to ask if that was really all she wanted, the only one of those things he didn't already have was a horse and that was because he had little interest in them. "Okay, I think we can work with that. Now before I forget get up on the table my dear."

She was a little hesitant but she obeyed, a good sign. Allan hooked his arms beneath her legs and yanked her towards him lapping at her pussy. He took his time with her measuring her responses before working his way to her clit flicking his tongue back and forth across the sensitive nub. His fingers dug into her buttocks holding her place while he continued.

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi was tempted to whack him but decided against it. She pushed at his head, disliking the intimacy he forced on her suddenly, but slowly she started to respond and pull him tighter. Arching, mewing, squirming, she hated herself for responding like a slut and tried to keep still, but couldn't.

 

[Sean Renaud]

She was responding, that was good. Not that he'd really had any doubts that she was a vibrant woman. He lowered her down so he could work a pair of fingers into her quivering quim to work in tandem with his tongue, eventually he wrapped his lips gently around her clit continuing to work his tongue while he lightly tugged at her flesh. Occasionally he curled his fingers inside her lifting her just slightly.

 

[WajaLover]

Naomi moaned softly and pushed against his mouth. Tension curled with in her and she instinctively squeezed his fingers. Gasping, it didn't take long for her to orgasm. She quivered and screamed softly.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Allan kept licking her for a few seconds after she came then kissed her inner thigh. "See, your life does not have to be unpleasant at all girl, do as your told, serve me without question and I'll make sure you enjoy life." He wiped his mouth and stood up from the table.

"Come we're leaving and you can put on your top or your bottom. It doesn't matter to me which but only one and when you walk past those men I expect your head held high. Oh-" He looked around for a moment until he found a pair of heels left from a former girl girl and tossed them to her. "Wear those."

He lead her right past where the guys were still playing poker.

 

[WajaLover]

She blushed and put on the heels, then her top,and stood up from the table. She couldn't hold her head high as they passed the player, she was too embarrassed, and covered her pussy with a hand, head down.

 

[Sean Renaud]

The men hooted and hollared, one even reached out and grabbed her ass. A mistake he quickly regretted when Allan grabbed him by the arm yanking him out of the chair and twisting it back painfully. "You can look, I encourage you to look but you know better than to touch my things without my permission. Now kiss her feet and ask for her forgiveness."

"Fuck you!" The man spat.

Allan twisted harder. "Any more and I'll dislocate it and you know I don't have any problem with that."

"Fine." He growled kissing Naomi's feet. "I'm sorry I grabbed your ass, do you forgive me?"

Allan looked up to her.




After that.

"Don't make me handcuff your hands behind your head Naomi, you are a beautiful woman and you will not cover up, you will strut. Either that or I'll pretend I forgot where I parked." It wasn't a huge parking lot but the community center where they played was more than big enough, and with enough teens coming out after their various sports games that she probably didn't want that.

 

[WajaLover]

She nodded to the guy and pulled back from her owner, fearful, wishing to be elsewhere.

" Yes Sir I understand," Naomi said and did her best to strut.