Dice

My hands are shaking badly as I throw the dice for a last time. God knows what
drove me to participate in this stupid game, but here I am, wearing nothing
but a semi-transparent latex g-string, broke flat and with my cloths and passport
safely locked away where I have no chance to retrieve them. The mass of excited
people who watch my every move don't help to ease my nerves. It had sounded
so easy - a bit of nudity, tossing the dice a few times as one among twenty
players, and the chance to get the big money. Five houndred thousand dollars
for an hour of gambling. How could I have said no?

But now the odds have turned against me, the winner is already sitting on a
big table, wearing a broad grin, surrounded by a handfull of pretty girls
who are trying to get their crumbs of the cake. The man on the opposite side
of the table follows the dice with his eyes until it lies still, then the
corners of his mouth go upwards, relief sparkling in his eyes. I close mine
and feel as if the floor had vanished below my feet. A one. I don't need to
watch anymore, I know that he will top me. I want to flee, but the touch of
cool fingers on my bare back makes me stiffen.

"Watch, sweetheart, I want you to treasure the moment in which you become
mine." The voice is silky, but with a cruel promise hidden beneath, and
despite the goose bumps of dread running over my exposed skin I feel my
pussy starting to cream. A flash of humiliation shoots through me, just
as he releases the dice. It rolls, jumps a few times, then starts to
spin. The seconds turn to aeons as I stare at my doom, then it slows down,
tumbles a few times, and finally stops moving. Three pairs of black eyes
gloat at me, mock me for being the dumbass I am. I never feared I could
be the loser, yet I should have...

Somewhere, far away from me, a voice announces the outcome of the game,
while the fingers glide lower down my back and, agonizingly slow, between
my thighs. One of them creeps under the tiny patch of latex and touches
my sensitive parts. My head spins, my ears are filled with a rushing sound
that drowns out everything else, and I gasp for air. Her other hand reaches
around my throat a tilts my head back, until my neck is bent as far as
possible and I have to kneel down to keep from falling over.

"That's the place, darling," she whispers into my ear, "spread your knees,
I want to see what I got."

Tears run over my cheeks as reality sinks in. I'm lost, forever at the
mercy of a woman I don't even know, won by her in a stupid children's
game. Nobody knows where I am - even I myself can't tell. How could I
agree to this? I should have run the moment they put the blindfold on me.

I'm pulled to my feet and led to a small side room, where I am pushed onto
a cube covered with white leather. Another woman approaches, clad in tight
red leather and wearing incredibly high heels which make a loud clacking
noise. She's slim, and her sleek black hair swings with every step, enforcing
the puppet-like look of her glassy white skin and beautiful face. Her almond
shaped asian eyes meet mine, and I shiver again.

She leans close to me, while her hands open the laces of the g-string. She
pulles it away and smiles at me. It's difficult to understand her hushed
whisper, but this only enforces my attentiveness.

"We're going to have so much fun, little one. Mistress Elena is incredibly
skilled with her whips," her fingernails idly draw faint red lines over my
thighs and stomach, "and you have no idea how many perverted, depraved,
humiliating things we have in store for you." I give a startled shriek as
she slaps my pussy, but it wasn't hard enough to be painful. "Have you ever
imagined to have your tits whipped? Your pussy? To have all your orifices
stretched to their limit - and maybe beyond? How it feels to have needles
pushed through your pussy lips, your tits, or wherever it pleases us? The
excitement of having electric current applied to all your sensitive parts?"

She grabs my left nipple, while Elena does so with the other, and I'm fearfull
what they will do to me. They both increase the preasure, slowly, but steadily.
At first it only stings, but then they also use their finger nails, and it
becomes real pain. I try to wiggle away, but this only makes it worse.
Another hand grabs for my clit and also starts to pinch, and this hurts like
hell. "No, please," I shout, shaking my head and tears streaming down my face,
"please stop, this hurts!" I almost choke at the last word, the pain sears
through my tits and pussy, but luckily, they both let go.

The asian woman softly carresses my sore breasts. "Oh baby, don't cry,
after all, we could have just ripped off those lovely nipples of yours,
and there would have been nothing you could have done about it."

Fresh terror washes through me as her merciless eyes stare into mine,
and I know that she is cruel enough to do such a thing. My skin grows
cold as ice, and I can't control my bladder anymore. Yellow piss gushes
from my pussy and sprays all over the the leather cube and the carpet,
furthering my humiliation and making me feel powerless and dirty, and
from the cruel, satisfied smile on their faces I can guess that I have
earned a lot of punishment.

TBC...