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Tinkerer Nadia
Vice President to President Charlie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2016
- Location
- Canada
Slot Slut Pays Her Debt
By: Drone Nadia
"Welcome to the Palace, miss."
Anabelle ignored the doorman as she strutted into the golden foyer, the woman smiling softly as her soft, pointed cat ears picked up the sounds of the casino.
"Miss? Are you-" her tail flicked up to his mouth as if to shush the young lad, the woman glancing over her shoulder at him. "Sorry dear, but I only talk to winners."
She walked off a sway in her step accentuated by her flowing red dress, this feline gambler exuding confidence as she flicked her brunette hair backwards. The woman was a gorgeous lady, shimmering in the golden glow of the Palace walls.
The Palace was one of the most high-class Vegas casinos in modern times, the few years in operation having it already become a well-known location for all games of chance. It was not for the faint of heart, a well-enforced dress code and entry fee of two grand enough to keep out small-time players, Anabelle anything but small time.
She could not wait to start eating all these rich men alive.
A regular card shark, Anabelle was one hell of a player. Poker, blackjack, she played them all, and while she was lucky, she was also a master at hustling men. Playing a soft, demure little kitten who "just wanted to play" so the men would think she was an easy mark, then fleece them for all their worth. It was her style, and seeing the look of defeat on her opponent was almost its own reward.
Tonight, however, Anabelle had caught the attention she was not expecting. Watching from the main office of the casino, the owner watched her body from various cameras, the way she moved, her beauty…
"I want her." He said over his phone. "She is perfect for the new game."
~~~
Purchasing her chips, Anabelle smiled softly at the man working the counter. "Thank you, dear. Make sure you prepare triple this in cash for me." She said, the entranced man nodding as he unashamedly stared at her ample chest. Anabelle was annoyed that men found her so irresistible, but it had its perks. Let them stare, just another weapon to use against the greedy...but man, these creeps sure were a turn-off.
However, as she started to make her way to a table of potential marks, a man in a suit crossed her path, looking her up and down. "Lady luck wishes she looked as good as you, doll." He said, smirking at her.
Anabelle nearly laughed. What a pathetic pickup line. "Oh, I know. She likes to take it out on me sometimes, but I have the skill to win when she gets jealous. If you will excuse me."
She went to pass him, but he grabbed her arm, lightly. "Easy, easy...instead of hustling those suits on vacation from work, why don't you and I play a game. You play roulette?"
She crossed her arms, the brunette annoyed now. "Not interested in your balls, Jack. Get lost." He didn't let go, instead getting to the point.
"What if I sweeten the deal? I'm prepared to offer you triple your winnings if you can beat me. You in?"
She smiled.
"Lead the way."
~~~
The man would walk with her, Anabelle giving him a look to try and read him. The man was a tall, reasonably fit type. He had short black hair, a suit and a tie that looked like her custom-made dress might be rivalled in cost by, but what struck her the most was his confidence.
Plenty of guys had bravado, but even more, crumbled once you showed you weren't impressed. She had outplayed countless guys that acted like this young man, but the look in his eyes made her see it was no act. She would need to keep an eye on him.
"Name is Raz, by the way." He said, Raz, taking her arm as one might a date, the feline hissing at him, but only for a moment as he smiled down at her. "Relax. It is gentlemanly to escort a beauty like yourself. I mean nothing by it."
"Sure pal. I just hope you have deep pockets." She said in reply, Raz taking her over to a roulette table, it in the middle of a private area no less.
Anabelle steeled herself. His own VIP gaming table? She may be up against a real challenge...good. Maybe it was how Raz acted, or her own confidence, but a real challenge was just what she needed.
Of course, Raz might look the part, but she would be sure to see if he could live up to the hype. "Alright, doll, so here is what I am thinking. We both play ten rounds, whoever makes the most winnings gets the pot. If I win, I get all your chips, if you win, you get mine for three times the value."
"Sounds lovely. I hope you can pay." She replied, the man laughing. "To play with such a cute little kitten? That is payment enough if it were up to me. Sadly, my boss had other intentions."
Huh? Now that sounded ominous. A rival seeking revenge? A wealthy man wanted to see her lose for a grudge he still held? Anabelle smirked. "Oh? Well, I hope he is watching. Can't wait to see the look on your face when I win."
Raz shrugged. "If."
Oh, he was asking for it. Anabelle was fired up now, having a seat at the table, placing her chips down on the table neatly. Raz would pull out a briefcase from below the table, containing his amount, smiling. "We both start with 200, and after ten rounds, we count who has more. Winner takes all."
She agreed, Anabelle putting as he counted out 200 chips. "First, drinks." She would say, her tail flicking side to side, her soft, fuzzy ears perky with excitement. Waving over a waitress, she placed her order.
"I will have a glass of milk, please." She said, feeding into the kitten act. She liked to stay sober anyway, alcohol dulls the senses.
A staff member joined them at the table, a sexy blonde woman who seemed familiar with Raz. She smiled towards him, leaning in between the two gamblers. "I will be handling the roulette wheel." Raz would place ten of his chips on seven but otherwise didn't do a thing.
Bold strategy, but she was no fool. The point was to win as many chips as possible, so the smarter move was to go in on a more likely outcome than hope for a big payout. Placing fifteen chips on black, she looked to the attendant, who started the wheel.
"Think I'm wrong huh?" Raz asked, the cat girl looking over at him. "Putting it on black, you must think it won't fall on seven."
Huh? What was he so-
"Seven. Raz wins one hundred in chips'' She handed him four twenty-fives, a look of deep annoyance forming on Anabelle's face. How the hell- ugh! Lucky guess. She was down fifteen, and he was up ninety chips himself. A bad start, but she was not about to lose.
The game progressed, placing ten chips down on her lucky number, nine. After all, cats have nine lives, and she was about to ruin him with an utter defeat, handed down from hers truly.
"Nine. Anabelle wins one hundred chips." She smirked.
"Raz wins fifty."
Her smirk faded. Looking down, she saw he had bet on 1st twelve, his twenty-five doubled. "This is fun." He said, casually.
Anabelle spent the rest of the game in much the same way. Raz lost only on small gambles, and even worse won big on risky high-cost plays! At the last round, she stood up, Anabelle's face as red as her dress.
"You cheated!" She shouted, making a scene. She posted at him, her fangs bared and tail on edge. "You must have! How else did you so perfectly win? I demanded a rematch on a different table!"
Raz nodded. "Gladly. I was not done playing anyway." He would stand, the blonde woman letting them join her at a different table. "This time, Anabelle will play the wheel." Said the staff member, the angry kitten taking the ball from her. "Good, I will show you he cheated." She said in reply, but Raz stopped her.
"First, you need to play something."
She hissed at him, but...he was right. What did she have? She had a good bracelet, just some trinket, she managed to seduce a wealthy idiot into buying her...she took it off, and put it on nine. He smiled. "All in on seven."
She could not believe him. She threw the wheel and let the ball join in, both spinning as silence took over the room. Even other players were keeping those eyes on this game, the sound of the roulette spinning the only sound in the room. As the spinner worked, it would start to show, the ball landing on nine!
Only to flick over onto seven.
How?! How!?
She was a sore loser, that Anabelle. She was seething as he took her bracelet, handing it to the blonde staff member. "For you." He said, even putting it on her wrist. "Thanks, boss~!" She purred back, giving him some serious bedroom eyes.
He also got a serious death glare. "How are you doing that?!" She demanded, the man looking puzzled. "Well I place down my chips, the roulette is spun...you said you knew how the game worked."
"I want another game."
She looked him dead in the eyes, the man finishing his drink. "Finish your milk and go home. This table is only for serious players."
He was about to get up when she slammed her fist on the table. "Seriously?! I demand another game!" He would sigh, sitting back down.
"That dress is pretty cute. Would it fit you, Maple?" He asked the blonde woman, who nodded.
Anabelle gasped. He was joking...but as he tried to face her, smiling...she knew he was not. "Alright, let's play, but a new rule. This is an all-or-nothing game. If you lose I want that dress, and you have to agree to pay off your debt to the casino by working here if you want any of this stuff back. Or, you can walk home nude."
Raz was a prick. He was so smug as he laid it all out, the feminine feline realizing she was in deep trouble. If she backed out, her reputation was dead, but if she lost…
She shivered. Reputation was everything she had. She was a winner, a champion! She started to take the dress off, slamming it on the table.
"Then I want a request."
However, she was not done. From her purse, she took out two dice. "We roll for it. If it is a seven, you win, if not...I win." She watched him, her expression dead on.
By now, everyone was fully aware she was naked. Panties were not designed to go with such a lavish dress, it was far too sexy to be ruined by underwear clashing with the style. In high heels and nothing else, Anabelle glared at the young man who so far had ruined her game after game.
She expected him to bow out. After all, he can't cheat with her dice. She was certain a nine would come up, the dice loaded to do just that.
"Damn, you have a great rack. Alright, I'm game. All in."
She was hoping to at least make him sweat, but...no. He took the dice, looked them over, then with the enthusiasm of yawning, tossed them to the table.
Fool! She had him now.
"Seven. Well done sir!"
No! No! Anabelle looked on in sheer horror, as she saw the four and three on the table. Her cheated dice had come up seven. Seven! She fell to her knees.
She was done. She was defeated. She had nothing but a huge debt to this place now, the man stretching casually as he got up. "Alright, now I'm done. That was fun Anabelle, but...hey, it's alright! Let's go get you to work."
" I lost…?" Was all she could muster as a security guard pulled her up, the naked Cat being led to a door labelled as "staff only."
~~~
The shock of losing wore off slowly, Anabelle entering through the staff-only area in a daze. The security guard took her to a change room, a simple one with lockers for personal items. "Alright, miss. Just wait here." He would tell her, Anabelle ignoring him as she was lost in her thoughts. This was an outrage!
How did he win, even against her dice? The woman was not left long to ruminate on her fate for long. A woman entered, the very same that had been working the table. The blonde woman that Raz had been all buddy-buddy with.
In her red dress.
"I love it." She said, doing a little twirl. "Do I look good?"
Anabelle glared at her and was about to tell her how she felt when the woman opened a locker and threw an outfit at her.
It was one of those bunny outfits you might see in fetish art. A one-piece made of black latex, a bunny ear headset, and a bushy white tail. She got it on, a pair of black high heels next.
"Alright, what do I have to do to pay off this debt?" She finally asked, just wanting to get this over with. The blonde woman just smiled, leading her into another room.
"You will see, for now, just take a deep breath ok?" Huh? What did that-
She would walk Into the room with the lady, both getting hit with a spray of pink mist. The blonde seemed to just smile as it was filtered into the room, the doors locking. Anabelle was far less calm, covering her nose with her hand. "What the hell is going on?!" She asked, only to be hugged from behind by the blonde woman, who bit her ear softly, the fuzzy lobe sensitive.
"Eeeeek!" Poor Anabelle felt her vision blur. That felt...really good. "Just let it take you...it is so fun…" moaned her fellow mist prisoner, who kissed her lips after moving her hand. It surprised Anabelle, but even worse, it aroused her. She was not sure what happened after that, as she played into the kiss, returning it as the pleasure grew…
She blinked and was in the casino again. "What!? Where...oh." She was standing on a fairly large, circular stage. A stripper pole was placed in the middle, Anabelle looking around. What was going on here? She was about to walk off when Raz walked in from behind her.
"Hey, doll. Ready to work?" He asked, the woman begrudgingly nodding. "Yes, mister Raz." She said, though...why did she call him mister? Weird.
"Perfect. As our first slut slot bunny in a while, I look forward to seeing how long you last." What?! "I'm not a slut!" She shouted, but he just laughed. "Yes, you are. Here, let's spin the slot and see what I get." He gave a lever a pull on a machine next to her stage, a slot machine that was built into the stage spinning.
She watched it spin, it soon landed on...a pair of lips? "A kiss? Eh, can't all be big winners." He watched Anabelle as she glared at him, angrily about to tell him off, when her eyes flashed pink for just a second. She blushed softly, moving off the stage, and kissed him right on the cheek.
"Good girl. Cute little kisses are more my style, but the guests might want you to kiss them...more passionately than that. I suggest you obey, or you will get another dose of the mist." He grabbed into her ass, then took a seat nearby to watch the show.
"Fuck you, you cheater! When I get out of this, I am going to destroy you!" She shouted in anger, but he just relaxed. "Sure, doll. Sure."
At first, the young woman was left to just awkwardly stand on the stage. They were forcing her to not run off somehow, she was sure of that...that pink mist had done something to her…
Anabelle watched as a man came over, paid the machine that controlled her slots, and pulled. She felt terror fill her as it spun...what would it do to her next?
Pink heart...pink heart...a strange string of orbs. Whew. Safe.
"Sorry lower, better luck-"
Her stage was suddenly sealed by a glass tube, an airtight seal trapping her. A burst of pink mist was sprayed inside leaving her banging on the glass in rage as it flowed down to her. She coughed as she was given another dose, the tube pulling up after she was given a thirty-second misting.
"Every spin is a winner, Anabelle. If they don't match up, you get more good girl mist to enjoy."
Raz was smirking at her, the feline female pushing her brunette hair back, the woman not amused. "I hate you." She said, but...she was just not as angry. Why can't she glare at him?
Another patron came over, paying and pulling the lever back.
"Ugh! Stop it!" She shouted as it spun.
The first spin was a question mark. Then another...and another. A winning spin, but what could it be?
"Are you a virgin?" The man suddenly asked her, the woman about to tell him off, when her eyes flashed pink. She smiled, blushing. "No. This naughty little kitten loves to use sex to get her way."
She smiled warmly, but it faded as she realized she just told that man a horrible secret. Raz chose to ignore her, letting what happened be self-explanatory. "Fucking whore. Knew it." He did say, the man pulling the lever again.
What? Did he pay for another spin? She watched in impotent frustration as three pink hearts rolled onto the slots.
The man seemed quite happy, looking at her. "Show me your tits." He said, the cat girl feeling her tail go rigid. She wasn't mad he asked...but she knew she had to. Her eyes flashed pink, and with a shy blush, she grabbed the front of the latex outfit and revealed to him her chest. He reached up and grabbed her nipple, twisting it before letting her go. "Lovely lady Raz. Hopefully, she survives the night."
"Not likely. She seems to love obeying men."
"Fuck you!" Anabelle shouted. "This is immoral, this is an outrage! How dare you subject me to such inhumane treatment?!" The man shrugged, watching her lose her temper. "You should know when you are outmatched. Had you surrendered to me before accruing a debt, I would have taken you for a drink, maybe hit on you...but you had to go and be a stuck-up brat."
She was about to tell him off again when a woman pulled the lever this time. The woman was dressed quite like she has been, a black dress, custom-made. She watched as the woman pulled the lever, getting three matching symbols…
A silhouette of a cock.
"Wonderful!" The woman clapped her hands together with glee, Raz producing a vibrator and handing it to the wealthy guest. She smirked and walked up to Anabelle, kissing her lips softly as she took the toy, turned it on, and pressed it to her crotch.
Fuuuucccck...Anabelle didn't even notice the pink flash as pleasure spread through her body, sensitive and weak to even the softest kiss, but the toy was making her legs tremble. The woman would wait for her to get nice and wet, pulling her latex outfit back and then sliding the toy into her pussy all the way, placing the outfit back so the toy was now relentlessly buzzing inside her!
"Leave that in for one half-hour dear. That is what I won." She said, kissing her softly again, then heading off the stage.
"Ohhhhh God! I'm gonna diiiiiiieeeee!"
The pleasure was insane. Anabelle had slept around with wealthy men before, she was used to half limp aristocrats who were easily seduced into shopping sprees, but this...the mist must be affecting her pleasure, amplifying it.
"You aren't even one percent done working, doll. Try not to pass out."
She glared at Raz but was left moaning instead, holding the stripper pole in a vain attempt to not fall to her knees. The toy was set to high power, her outfit starting to show wetness as girl juices flowed down her legs, Anabelle biting her lip and letting out a pathetic squeal of sexual excitement.
Raz was not keeping time on the toy prize. Technically she was only supposed to have it inside her for thirty minutes, but that bitch tried to use loaded dice on him. She was lucky he didn't have her on his cock right now spending the next week as his cum dump.
"You are so sexy when you are struggling Anabelle. Hey, why don't you be my girl? I already have a few girlfriends, they are cool with me seeing another one." She spat at him, hitting him on the face.
He wiped it off, then pressed a button on his phone.
"Odds changed: high win rate mode" the machine would chirp, Anabelle groaning.
Fuck! Her pussy was on fire! It was being ravaged by the toy, the vibrator reducing her to a squirting mess. Pussy juices were starting to pool on the stage, as she tried to stand in a way that didn't make her pussy suffer, but each time she moved it only made it worse!
The orgasm was inevitable. She didn't want to admit it, but resisting was not happening. A young man pulled the lever, Anabelle realizing it was the doorman she had insulted on her way in, Raz smirking as he saw the slot go.
Three hands.
"Ah, perfect. Go ahead Jordan, smack her for me while you are at it."
What?! The young man would take her hand and lead her off the stage, laying her onto his lap as he had a seat. "Sorry miss, but...I promise I hold no grudge. This is just because I want to touch your body."
He wound up and spanked her. She cried out as he gave her butt a good hit, her eyes glowing pink with each hit. "I'm sorry I was rude!" She said loudly, moaning as he whacked her again. "I'm sorry I was a cheating little slut!"
Why was she saying all this?!
He hit her ass again, giving her other cheek attention. "I'm sorry I dared to oppose master Raz!" Another whack "I am sorry I was a dumb little whore and wasted his valuable time!"
Each time she was hit, she apologized, no drop of dignity was left. After the ninth hit, he wound up, and she couldn't take it.
She orgasmed.
She cried out as her cunt erupted with her juices, her outfit ruined with hot, sticky girl love. Jordan felt a bit guilty, as Anabelle half sobbed from the humiliation of cumming so shamefully. She was helped back onto the stage, the vibrator removed from inside her, placed to the side. "Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" Raz asked.
Oh God, yes!
"Yes! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't punish me anymore!" She begged, the man petting her soft head. He smiled as she pulled her in and hugged her, softly comforting her. "There there...now you know not to challenge the casino's best. Right?" She nodded, and he smiled.
Pulling the lever, she watched him in horror as he gave it another go. "Sadly, you still owe us." He explained, the slots spinning out another prize...one spiral...two spirals...three…
~~~
By now, Anabelle had been humiliated beyond repair. She would never forget this defeat, never be able to accept it for as long as she lived. As the slots selected her next punishment, the woman was let go of and the glass tube came down again. This time the mind-altering gas was filtered in for much longer, Anabelle left coughing as it swirled around her, so thick she was obscured by it like a shroud.
However, this was far from done. She cried out as the glass tube was also a one-way screen, her side showing a vibrant pink spiral! It was glowing much like the pink mist did, the cute kitten left entranced. She knew this was dangerous, she knew this was a trap...but...she had to look.
The pretty lights, the swirling colours...she knelt, the stripper pole snuggled between her tits and thighs as she mindlessly smiled, her thoughts being consumed in a pink, marshmallowy miasma of obedience and weakness. I enjoy serving.
That thought...it felt like it was not her own, like a voice speaking, using her to talk. I am a good slot slut.
She giggled. Of course, she was! She worked so hard for master Raz, who was so good to her.
The tube retreated, the pink mist dissipating slowly, the happy little bunny suit slot slut waking up from her trance. She was roused from it fairly quickly as the lever was pulled, a group of people came to watch the show. She didn't see what the slots chose, but it was like...she just knew.
She got up, giggling softly. "Enjoy, Palace guests! This naughty slot slut is just too hot for this outfit…" She had gone from a reluctant participant to an eager little dancer, the transformation so sudden that were she able to register it, she might be terrified.
Instead, she started to sway her hips, music starting to pump out from the stage.
Dancing kittens don't think.
Naturally. She giggled as any worries or fears faded into that warm, pink happy place, her hips getting warmed up as she grabbed the pole for support. She turned around and bent over, letting the men and women watch her sway, her ass in that light latex basically on full display.
Then, she kicked off her heels.
She knew what they wanted. This was not a cute dance, this was a strip show. She was going to get naked for all these good people, then she was going to behave herself and do what they told her to.
Anabelle moaned as she pulled at her suit. She wanted to take it off...but...no...why was it scary? She placed her hands on the front to once again show off her breasts, but they wouldn't move.
Pink light filled her vision, as a dumb, slutty smile started to cross over her face. Good kittens obey. Good kittens strip.
I enjoy serving.
I am a good slot slut.
She pulled her outfit away, her breasts now fully on display. People would cheer or mock her as she worked, Anabelle sliding up and down the pole her exposed tits acting like they were being used to tit fuck a very long cock.
More. Take off more!
She felt like her clothes were on fire. They burned her skin, the slot slut taking it off in full. She didn't want this thing on anymore, now completely naked.
She felt hands reach out and touch her, the mind-controlled pink soup that was her brain only able to register pleasure as she was molested.
The lever was pulled.
Who had done so? Seems like guests were demanding to see her in more, or rather, doing more. The slot machine would stop, and Anabelle felt the desire far before anyone told her what to do.
She licked her lips, moving over to an older man, who grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. He was so strong...she gave in immediately to his strength, moaning as her mind filled with one command.
Suck.
She took his cock out from his dress pants, the formal attire not about to stop her. The anonymous gentleman was quite large, to say the least, but she didn't care. She started to suck him off hard and fast, no foreplay employed.
She moaned as she gripped his legs, her mouth going full down to his base with each push. Anabelle already knew how to do such lewd things, but the brainwashing added in the enthusiasm to do it right, making her moan hard as she obediently served him.
His cock was growing in size as she worked, hardening to 9 inches of wonderful dick. She sped up as he reached full mast, licking his shaft and tip with her rough cat tongue.
He grabbed her hair and took control, face fucking her without a care for her enjoyment. His legs shook as she struggled to hold back but soon launched his load down her throat, pulling her head down all the way.
The young woman had a dumb, happy look on her face as his semen was shot in thick ropes down her throat. She drank it all down, the man pulling her off his cock so she could lick him clean, the girl doing just that.
Another hand grabbed her head, dragging her up as the slots finished. She moved as a woman kissed her deeply on the lips, having won a kiss from the young debt slave.
She didn't care that the kitten just sucked a cock...rich people were strange, but the woman before her was eager. She held her by the back of her head, dominating her as she led the kiss like a pro. Tongue inside her mouth, the first make out with Anabelle so aggressively she felt faint, the kiss only being broken so the woman could kiss her neck.
A man came up from behind Anabelle, a cock slamming Into her pussy before she even knew why he was getting involved. She cried out, her mistress kissing her to silence her as the man grabbed her hips and got to work.
On one end, she was being forced to give deep, submissive kisses that left her feeling breathless, and on the other, she was being fucked like a hooker. She was beyond the point of return now, the brainwashed kitten mewling happily as she was fucked silly.
The woman kissing her pulled away after one last softer kiss, Anabelle whining for her to keep going. "No...ah...more…" She begged, the man hammering her from behind grabbing her neck and pulling her back, the poor slot slut being used so rough that she had gone from hooker to sex doll.
His dick was huge, hitting her so deep she was left moaning with each hit inside, a loud "guah!" The sound coming from her lips soon stopped, however, as her beautiful brunette hair was pulled again. Another cock to suck.
She smiled and got to work.
Suck and ride. Obey and serve.
Oh, she would.
The spit roast was enough to get a fast orgasm from her, the kitten being fucked from behind and the front now, her masters using her fully. Their cocks would pull back and slam back in sync, the dicking down she was getting leaving her a messy, slobbering whore.
It was endless. The man from behind would cum inside her, as he left another took his place. her pussy was being given another harsh reminder of her failure while the man fucking her mouth pulled her off his dick and jerked his load out onto her face. It was all so fast, brutal and purely to dump loads inside her…
She loved it.
She would not have it any other way! Being face fucked like a good kitten was just the best, and she was Palace casino property until she paid off what she owed anyway. The men were sure to help her pay off her debt, as a cock was presented to her hands, one each.
She would start to fap those guys happily, the orgy happening around her getting so lively she was easily the star attraction. It was rare that the Palace casino got a slot slut, after all, the last one. Currently on her knees sucking off Raz.
The blond woman moaned as she gave her master a blowjob, Raz looking down at her. "To think you were like her once, eh? You seem happier like this, though."
She nodded, looking up at him with her soft, round eyes as she swallowed his dick. She was in total agreement, being his slave was so much better than being a hussy that went around scamming men.
As for Anabelle, she was fucked like this for the rest of the night. Men came inside with no worry about protection, her pussy and mouth cum stuffed over and over and over. She was thrown onto a table at some point, pinned down and fucked while a woman lifted her dress and sat on her face, Anabelle licking her pussy to the best of her ability.
The woman above her moaned as she sat comfortably on the slave, her pussy so clean and soft, that Anabelle was more than happy to dig in. She pressed her face against the drooling cunt and licked deep inside, her tongue making the guest moan out happily.
It was not long before the lady above her orgasmed, a sticky, clear girl cum being sprayed onto her face, the male guest pounding her pussy filling it once again.
Anabelle looked...utterly defeated. Cum was flowing out of her pussy in waves, a thick stream drooling out and off the table, pooling on the floor. Her face and breasts were covered in a combination of saliva, semen, and womanly juices, each inch of her so utterly used.
"Hah…ah…" Anabelle was done. From a proud gambler with a fiery temper to a cum soaked cock sleeve. Raz would finish with his slave girl, giving her a look over. "I think we are even." He said, the kitten closing her eyes slowly as she passed out.
~~~
It had been a few weeks since Anabelle had last been in. The soft, beautiful feline woman walked with confidence to the Palace doors, the doorman holding them open. "Welcome back miss. Is there-"
She silenced him, kissing his cheek. "I can find my way. Thank you, sweetheart."
Anabelle would head inside, her strut accentuated by her beautiful gold dress. She radiated charm and sex appeal as she walked, glowing in the glitzy lights of the casino.
She pushed her hair back, as she started to look for her table. Sure enough, she smiled as she saw her favourite opponent.
She could not wait to play with him.
"Raz~!" She would say, coming over and cuddling against him, the man petting her head as he played his hand. "Sorry guys, poker is just not your game." He would say, racking over his winnings while giving Anabelle's cat ears a soft scratching from behind.
She purred, kissing his cheek. "You can't beat him, Raz is easily the best gambler I know~!" She gushed about him, the man kissing her softly on the lips. "Damn straight. Listen doll, why don't you join us for a game?" He suggested, the young woman giggling and nodding.
"But I have no chips…" She would say, Raz, smirking at her.
"Guess you are going all in, then."
She smiled. "The slots could use a girl as lovely as me on them. I'm in."
By: Drone Nadia
"Welcome to the Palace, miss."
Anabelle ignored the doorman as she strutted into the golden foyer, the woman smiling softly as her soft, pointed cat ears picked up the sounds of the casino.
"Miss? Are you-" her tail flicked up to his mouth as if to shush the young lad, the woman glancing over her shoulder at him. "Sorry dear, but I only talk to winners."
She walked off a sway in her step accentuated by her flowing red dress, this feline gambler exuding confidence as she flicked her brunette hair backwards. The woman was a gorgeous lady, shimmering in the golden glow of the Palace walls.
The Palace was one of the most high-class Vegas casinos in modern times, the few years in operation having it already become a well-known location for all games of chance. It was not for the faint of heart, a well-enforced dress code and entry fee of two grand enough to keep out small-time players, Anabelle anything but small time.
She could not wait to start eating all these rich men alive.
A regular card shark, Anabelle was one hell of a player. Poker, blackjack, she played them all, and while she was lucky, she was also a master at hustling men. Playing a soft, demure little kitten who "just wanted to play" so the men would think she was an easy mark, then fleece them for all their worth. It was her style, and seeing the look of defeat on her opponent was almost its own reward.
Tonight, however, Anabelle had caught the attention she was not expecting. Watching from the main office of the casino, the owner watched her body from various cameras, the way she moved, her beauty…
"I want her." He said over his phone. "She is perfect for the new game."
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Purchasing her chips, Anabelle smiled softly at the man working the counter. "Thank you, dear. Make sure you prepare triple this in cash for me." She said, the entranced man nodding as he unashamedly stared at her ample chest. Anabelle was annoyed that men found her so irresistible, but it had its perks. Let them stare, just another weapon to use against the greedy...but man, these creeps sure were a turn-off.
However, as she started to make her way to a table of potential marks, a man in a suit crossed her path, looking her up and down. "Lady luck wishes she looked as good as you, doll." He said, smirking at her.
Anabelle nearly laughed. What a pathetic pickup line. "Oh, I know. She likes to take it out on me sometimes, but I have the skill to win when she gets jealous. If you will excuse me."
She went to pass him, but he grabbed her arm, lightly. "Easy, easy...instead of hustling those suits on vacation from work, why don't you and I play a game. You play roulette?"
She crossed her arms, the brunette annoyed now. "Not interested in your balls, Jack. Get lost." He didn't let go, instead getting to the point.
"What if I sweeten the deal? I'm prepared to offer you triple your winnings if you can beat me. You in?"
She smiled.
"Lead the way."
~~~
The man would walk with her, Anabelle giving him a look to try and read him. The man was a tall, reasonably fit type. He had short black hair, a suit and a tie that looked like her custom-made dress might be rivalled in cost by, but what struck her the most was his confidence.
Plenty of guys had bravado, but even more, crumbled once you showed you weren't impressed. She had outplayed countless guys that acted like this young man, but the look in his eyes made her see it was no act. She would need to keep an eye on him.
"Name is Raz, by the way." He said, Raz, taking her arm as one might a date, the feline hissing at him, but only for a moment as he smiled down at her. "Relax. It is gentlemanly to escort a beauty like yourself. I mean nothing by it."
"Sure pal. I just hope you have deep pockets." She said in reply, Raz taking her over to a roulette table, it in the middle of a private area no less.
Anabelle steeled herself. His own VIP gaming table? She may be up against a real challenge...good. Maybe it was how Raz acted, or her own confidence, but a real challenge was just what she needed.
Of course, Raz might look the part, but she would be sure to see if he could live up to the hype. "Alright, doll, so here is what I am thinking. We both play ten rounds, whoever makes the most winnings gets the pot. If I win, I get all your chips, if you win, you get mine for three times the value."
"Sounds lovely. I hope you can pay." She replied, the man laughing. "To play with such a cute little kitten? That is payment enough if it were up to me. Sadly, my boss had other intentions."
Huh? Now that sounded ominous. A rival seeking revenge? A wealthy man wanted to see her lose for a grudge he still held? Anabelle smirked. "Oh? Well, I hope he is watching. Can't wait to see the look on your face when I win."
Raz shrugged. "If."
Oh, he was asking for it. Anabelle was fired up now, having a seat at the table, placing her chips down on the table neatly. Raz would pull out a briefcase from below the table, containing his amount, smiling. "We both start with 200, and after ten rounds, we count who has more. Winner takes all."
She agreed, Anabelle putting as he counted out 200 chips. "First, drinks." She would say, her tail flicking side to side, her soft, fuzzy ears perky with excitement. Waving over a waitress, she placed her order.
"I will have a glass of milk, please." She said, feeding into the kitten act. She liked to stay sober anyway, alcohol dulls the senses.
A staff member joined them at the table, a sexy blonde woman who seemed familiar with Raz. She smiled towards him, leaning in between the two gamblers. "I will be handling the roulette wheel." Raz would place ten of his chips on seven but otherwise didn't do a thing.
Bold strategy, but she was no fool. The point was to win as many chips as possible, so the smarter move was to go in on a more likely outcome than hope for a big payout. Placing fifteen chips on black, she looked to the attendant, who started the wheel.
"Think I'm wrong huh?" Raz asked, the cat girl looking over at him. "Putting it on black, you must think it won't fall on seven."
Huh? What was he so-
"Seven. Raz wins one hundred in chips'' She handed him four twenty-fives, a look of deep annoyance forming on Anabelle's face. How the hell- ugh! Lucky guess. She was down fifteen, and he was up ninety chips himself. A bad start, but she was not about to lose.
The game progressed, placing ten chips down on her lucky number, nine. After all, cats have nine lives, and she was about to ruin him with an utter defeat, handed down from hers truly.
"Nine. Anabelle wins one hundred chips." She smirked.
"Raz wins fifty."
Her smirk faded. Looking down, she saw he had bet on 1st twelve, his twenty-five doubled. "This is fun." He said, casually.
Anabelle spent the rest of the game in much the same way. Raz lost only on small gambles, and even worse won big on risky high-cost plays! At the last round, she stood up, Anabelle's face as red as her dress.
"You cheated!" She shouted, making a scene. She posted at him, her fangs bared and tail on edge. "You must have! How else did you so perfectly win? I demanded a rematch on a different table!"
Raz nodded. "Gladly. I was not done playing anyway." He would stand, the blonde woman letting them join her at a different table. "This time, Anabelle will play the wheel." Said the staff member, the angry kitten taking the ball from her. "Good, I will show you he cheated." She said in reply, but Raz stopped her.
"First, you need to play something."
She hissed at him, but...he was right. What did she have? She had a good bracelet, just some trinket, she managed to seduce a wealthy idiot into buying her...she took it off, and put it on nine. He smiled. "All in on seven."
She could not believe him. She threw the wheel and let the ball join in, both spinning as silence took over the room. Even other players were keeping those eyes on this game, the sound of the roulette spinning the only sound in the room. As the spinner worked, it would start to show, the ball landing on nine!
Only to flick over onto seven.
How?! How!?
She was a sore loser, that Anabelle. She was seething as he took her bracelet, handing it to the blonde staff member. "For you." He said, even putting it on her wrist. "Thanks, boss~!" She purred back, giving him some serious bedroom eyes.
He also got a serious death glare. "How are you doing that?!" She demanded, the man looking puzzled. "Well I place down my chips, the roulette is spun...you said you knew how the game worked."
"I want another game."
She looked him dead in the eyes, the man finishing his drink. "Finish your milk and go home. This table is only for serious players."
He was about to get up when she slammed her fist on the table. "Seriously?! I demand another game!" He would sigh, sitting back down.
"That dress is pretty cute. Would it fit you, Maple?" He asked the blonde woman, who nodded.
Anabelle gasped. He was joking...but as he tried to face her, smiling...she knew he was not. "Alright, let's play, but a new rule. This is an all-or-nothing game. If you lose I want that dress, and you have to agree to pay off your debt to the casino by working here if you want any of this stuff back. Or, you can walk home nude."
Raz was a prick. He was so smug as he laid it all out, the feminine feline realizing she was in deep trouble. If she backed out, her reputation was dead, but if she lost…
She shivered. Reputation was everything she had. She was a winner, a champion! She started to take the dress off, slamming it on the table.
"Then I want a request."
However, she was not done. From her purse, she took out two dice. "We roll for it. If it is a seven, you win, if not...I win." She watched him, her expression dead on.
By now, everyone was fully aware she was naked. Panties were not designed to go with such a lavish dress, it was far too sexy to be ruined by underwear clashing with the style. In high heels and nothing else, Anabelle glared at the young man who so far had ruined her game after game.
She expected him to bow out. After all, he can't cheat with her dice. She was certain a nine would come up, the dice loaded to do just that.
"Damn, you have a great rack. Alright, I'm game. All in."
She was hoping to at least make him sweat, but...no. He took the dice, looked them over, then with the enthusiasm of yawning, tossed them to the table.
Fool! She had him now.
"Seven. Well done sir!"
No! No! Anabelle looked on in sheer horror, as she saw the four and three on the table. Her cheated dice had come up seven. Seven! She fell to her knees.
She was done. She was defeated. She had nothing but a huge debt to this place now, the man stretching casually as he got up. "Alright, now I'm done. That was fun Anabelle, but...hey, it's alright! Let's go get you to work."
" I lost…?" Was all she could muster as a security guard pulled her up, the naked Cat being led to a door labelled as "staff only."
~~~
The shock of losing wore off slowly, Anabelle entering through the staff-only area in a daze. The security guard took her to a change room, a simple one with lockers for personal items. "Alright, miss. Just wait here." He would tell her, Anabelle ignoring him as she was lost in her thoughts. This was an outrage!
How did he win, even against her dice? The woman was not left long to ruminate on her fate for long. A woman entered, the very same that had been working the table. The blonde woman that Raz had been all buddy-buddy with.
In her red dress.
"I love it." She said, doing a little twirl. "Do I look good?"
Anabelle glared at her and was about to tell her how she felt when the woman opened a locker and threw an outfit at her.
It was one of those bunny outfits you might see in fetish art. A one-piece made of black latex, a bunny ear headset, and a bushy white tail. She got it on, a pair of black high heels next.
"Alright, what do I have to do to pay off this debt?" She finally asked, just wanting to get this over with. The blonde woman just smiled, leading her into another room.
"You will see, for now, just take a deep breath ok?" Huh? What did that-
She would walk Into the room with the lady, both getting hit with a spray of pink mist. The blonde seemed to just smile as it was filtered into the room, the doors locking. Anabelle was far less calm, covering her nose with her hand. "What the hell is going on?!" She asked, only to be hugged from behind by the blonde woman, who bit her ear softly, the fuzzy lobe sensitive.
"Eeeeek!" Poor Anabelle felt her vision blur. That felt...really good. "Just let it take you...it is so fun…" moaned her fellow mist prisoner, who kissed her lips after moving her hand. It surprised Anabelle, but even worse, it aroused her. She was not sure what happened after that, as she played into the kiss, returning it as the pleasure grew…
She blinked and was in the casino again. "What!? Where...oh." She was standing on a fairly large, circular stage. A stripper pole was placed in the middle, Anabelle looking around. What was going on here? She was about to walk off when Raz walked in from behind her.
"Hey, doll. Ready to work?" He asked, the woman begrudgingly nodding. "Yes, mister Raz." She said, though...why did she call him mister? Weird.
"Perfect. As our first slut slot bunny in a while, I look forward to seeing how long you last." What?! "I'm not a slut!" She shouted, but he just laughed. "Yes, you are. Here, let's spin the slot and see what I get." He gave a lever a pull on a machine next to her stage, a slot machine that was built into the stage spinning.
She watched it spin, it soon landed on...a pair of lips? "A kiss? Eh, can't all be big winners." He watched Anabelle as she glared at him, angrily about to tell him off, when her eyes flashed pink for just a second. She blushed softly, moving off the stage, and kissed him right on the cheek.
"Good girl. Cute little kisses are more my style, but the guests might want you to kiss them...more passionately than that. I suggest you obey, or you will get another dose of the mist." He grabbed into her ass, then took a seat nearby to watch the show.
"Fuck you, you cheater! When I get out of this, I am going to destroy you!" She shouted in anger, but he just relaxed. "Sure, doll. Sure."
At first, the young woman was left to just awkwardly stand on the stage. They were forcing her to not run off somehow, she was sure of that...that pink mist had done something to her…
Anabelle watched as a man came over, paid the machine that controlled her slots, and pulled. She felt terror fill her as it spun...what would it do to her next?
Pink heart...pink heart...a strange string of orbs. Whew. Safe.
"Sorry lower, better luck-"
Her stage was suddenly sealed by a glass tube, an airtight seal trapping her. A burst of pink mist was sprayed inside leaving her banging on the glass in rage as it flowed down to her. She coughed as she was given another dose, the tube pulling up after she was given a thirty-second misting.
"Every spin is a winner, Anabelle. If they don't match up, you get more good girl mist to enjoy."
Raz was smirking at her, the feline female pushing her brunette hair back, the woman not amused. "I hate you." She said, but...she was just not as angry. Why can't she glare at him?
Another patron came over, paying and pulling the lever back.
"Ugh! Stop it!" She shouted as it spun.
The first spin was a question mark. Then another...and another. A winning spin, but what could it be?
"Are you a virgin?" The man suddenly asked her, the woman about to tell him off, when her eyes flashed pink. She smiled, blushing. "No. This naughty little kitten loves to use sex to get her way."
She smiled warmly, but it faded as she realized she just told that man a horrible secret. Raz chose to ignore her, letting what happened be self-explanatory. "Fucking whore. Knew it." He did say, the man pulling the lever again.
What? Did he pay for another spin? She watched in impotent frustration as three pink hearts rolled onto the slots.
The man seemed quite happy, looking at her. "Show me your tits." He said, the cat girl feeling her tail go rigid. She wasn't mad he asked...but she knew she had to. Her eyes flashed pink, and with a shy blush, she grabbed the front of the latex outfit and revealed to him her chest. He reached up and grabbed her nipple, twisting it before letting her go. "Lovely lady Raz. Hopefully, she survives the night."
"Not likely. She seems to love obeying men."
"Fuck you!" Anabelle shouted. "This is immoral, this is an outrage! How dare you subject me to such inhumane treatment?!" The man shrugged, watching her lose her temper. "You should know when you are outmatched. Had you surrendered to me before accruing a debt, I would have taken you for a drink, maybe hit on you...but you had to go and be a stuck-up brat."
She was about to tell him off again when a woman pulled the lever this time. The woman was dressed quite like she has been, a black dress, custom-made. She watched as the woman pulled the lever, getting three matching symbols…
A silhouette of a cock.
"Wonderful!" The woman clapped her hands together with glee, Raz producing a vibrator and handing it to the wealthy guest. She smirked and walked up to Anabelle, kissing her lips softly as she took the toy, turned it on, and pressed it to her crotch.
Fuuuucccck...Anabelle didn't even notice the pink flash as pleasure spread through her body, sensitive and weak to even the softest kiss, but the toy was making her legs tremble. The woman would wait for her to get nice and wet, pulling her latex outfit back and then sliding the toy into her pussy all the way, placing the outfit back so the toy was now relentlessly buzzing inside her!
"Leave that in for one half-hour dear. That is what I won." She said, kissing her softly again, then heading off the stage.
"Ohhhhh God! I'm gonna diiiiiiieeeee!"
The pleasure was insane. Anabelle had slept around with wealthy men before, she was used to half limp aristocrats who were easily seduced into shopping sprees, but this...the mist must be affecting her pleasure, amplifying it.
"You aren't even one percent done working, doll. Try not to pass out."
She glared at Raz but was left moaning instead, holding the stripper pole in a vain attempt to not fall to her knees. The toy was set to high power, her outfit starting to show wetness as girl juices flowed down her legs, Anabelle biting her lip and letting out a pathetic squeal of sexual excitement.
Raz was not keeping time on the toy prize. Technically she was only supposed to have it inside her for thirty minutes, but that bitch tried to use loaded dice on him. She was lucky he didn't have her on his cock right now spending the next week as his cum dump.
"You are so sexy when you are struggling Anabelle. Hey, why don't you be my girl? I already have a few girlfriends, they are cool with me seeing another one." She spat at him, hitting him on the face.
He wiped it off, then pressed a button on his phone.
"Odds changed: high win rate mode" the machine would chirp, Anabelle groaning.
Fuck! Her pussy was on fire! It was being ravaged by the toy, the vibrator reducing her to a squirting mess. Pussy juices were starting to pool on the stage, as she tried to stand in a way that didn't make her pussy suffer, but each time she moved it only made it worse!
The orgasm was inevitable. She didn't want to admit it, but resisting was not happening. A young man pulled the lever, Anabelle realizing it was the doorman she had insulted on her way in, Raz smirking as he saw the slot go.
Three hands.
"Ah, perfect. Go ahead Jordan, smack her for me while you are at it."
What?! The young man would take her hand and lead her off the stage, laying her onto his lap as he had a seat. "Sorry miss, but...I promise I hold no grudge. This is just because I want to touch your body."
He wound up and spanked her. She cried out as he gave her butt a good hit, her eyes glowing pink with each hit. "I'm sorry I was rude!" She said loudly, moaning as he whacked her again. "I'm sorry I was a cheating little slut!"
Why was she saying all this?!
He hit her ass again, giving her other cheek attention. "I'm sorry I dared to oppose master Raz!" Another whack "I am sorry I was a dumb little whore and wasted his valuable time!"
Each time she was hit, she apologized, no drop of dignity was left. After the ninth hit, he wound up, and she couldn't take it.
She orgasmed.
She cried out as her cunt erupted with her juices, her outfit ruined with hot, sticky girl love. Jordan felt a bit guilty, as Anabelle half sobbed from the humiliation of cumming so shamefully. She was helped back onto the stage, the vibrator removed from inside her, placed to the side. "Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" Raz asked.
Oh God, yes!
"Yes! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't punish me anymore!" She begged, the man petting her soft head. He smiled as she pulled her in and hugged her, softly comforting her. "There there...now you know not to challenge the casino's best. Right?" She nodded, and he smiled.
Pulling the lever, she watched him in horror as he gave it another go. "Sadly, you still owe us." He explained, the slots spinning out another prize...one spiral...two spirals...three…
~~~
By now, Anabelle had been humiliated beyond repair. She would never forget this defeat, never be able to accept it for as long as she lived. As the slots selected her next punishment, the woman was let go of and the glass tube came down again. This time the mind-altering gas was filtered in for much longer, Anabelle left coughing as it swirled around her, so thick she was obscured by it like a shroud.
However, this was far from done. She cried out as the glass tube was also a one-way screen, her side showing a vibrant pink spiral! It was glowing much like the pink mist did, the cute kitten left entranced. She knew this was dangerous, she knew this was a trap...but...she had to look.
The pretty lights, the swirling colours...she knelt, the stripper pole snuggled between her tits and thighs as she mindlessly smiled, her thoughts being consumed in a pink, marshmallowy miasma of obedience and weakness. I enjoy serving.
That thought...it felt like it was not her own, like a voice speaking, using her to talk. I am a good slot slut.
She giggled. Of course, she was! She worked so hard for master Raz, who was so good to her.
The tube retreated, the pink mist dissipating slowly, the happy little bunny suit slot slut waking up from her trance. She was roused from it fairly quickly as the lever was pulled, a group of people came to watch the show. She didn't see what the slots chose, but it was like...she just knew.
She got up, giggling softly. "Enjoy, Palace guests! This naughty slot slut is just too hot for this outfit…" She had gone from a reluctant participant to an eager little dancer, the transformation so sudden that were she able to register it, she might be terrified.
Instead, she started to sway her hips, music starting to pump out from the stage.
Dancing kittens don't think.
Naturally. She giggled as any worries or fears faded into that warm, pink happy place, her hips getting warmed up as she grabbed the pole for support. She turned around and bent over, letting the men and women watch her sway, her ass in that light latex basically on full display.
Then, she kicked off her heels.
She knew what they wanted. This was not a cute dance, this was a strip show. She was going to get naked for all these good people, then she was going to behave herself and do what they told her to.
Anabelle moaned as she pulled at her suit. She wanted to take it off...but...no...why was it scary? She placed her hands on the front to once again show off her breasts, but they wouldn't move.
Pink light filled her vision, as a dumb, slutty smile started to cross over her face. Good kittens obey. Good kittens strip.
I enjoy serving.
I am a good slot slut.
She pulled her outfit away, her breasts now fully on display. People would cheer or mock her as she worked, Anabelle sliding up and down the pole her exposed tits acting like they were being used to tit fuck a very long cock.
More. Take off more!
She felt like her clothes were on fire. They burned her skin, the slot slut taking it off in full. She didn't want this thing on anymore, now completely naked.
She felt hands reach out and touch her, the mind-controlled pink soup that was her brain only able to register pleasure as she was molested.
The lever was pulled.
Who had done so? Seems like guests were demanding to see her in more, or rather, doing more. The slot machine would stop, and Anabelle felt the desire far before anyone told her what to do.
She licked her lips, moving over to an older man, who grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. He was so strong...she gave in immediately to his strength, moaning as her mind filled with one command.
Suck.
She took his cock out from his dress pants, the formal attire not about to stop her. The anonymous gentleman was quite large, to say the least, but she didn't care. She started to suck him off hard and fast, no foreplay employed.
She moaned as she gripped his legs, her mouth going full down to his base with each push. Anabelle already knew how to do such lewd things, but the brainwashing added in the enthusiasm to do it right, making her moan hard as she obediently served him.
His cock was growing in size as she worked, hardening to 9 inches of wonderful dick. She sped up as he reached full mast, licking his shaft and tip with her rough cat tongue.
He grabbed her hair and took control, face fucking her without a care for her enjoyment. His legs shook as she struggled to hold back but soon launched his load down her throat, pulling her head down all the way.
The young woman had a dumb, happy look on her face as his semen was shot in thick ropes down her throat. She drank it all down, the man pulling her off his cock so she could lick him clean, the girl doing just that.
Another hand grabbed her head, dragging her up as the slots finished. She moved as a woman kissed her deeply on the lips, having won a kiss from the young debt slave.
She didn't care that the kitten just sucked a cock...rich people were strange, but the woman before her was eager. She held her by the back of her head, dominating her as she led the kiss like a pro. Tongue inside her mouth, the first make out with Anabelle so aggressively she felt faint, the kiss only being broken so the woman could kiss her neck.
A man came up from behind Anabelle, a cock slamming Into her pussy before she even knew why he was getting involved. She cried out, her mistress kissing her to silence her as the man grabbed her hips and got to work.
On one end, she was being forced to give deep, submissive kisses that left her feeling breathless, and on the other, she was being fucked like a hooker. She was beyond the point of return now, the brainwashed kitten mewling happily as she was fucked silly.
The woman kissing her pulled away after one last softer kiss, Anabelle whining for her to keep going. "No...ah...more…" She begged, the man hammering her from behind grabbing her neck and pulling her back, the poor slot slut being used so rough that she had gone from hooker to sex doll.
His dick was huge, hitting her so deep she was left moaning with each hit inside, a loud "guah!" The sound coming from her lips soon stopped, however, as her beautiful brunette hair was pulled again. Another cock to suck.
She smiled and got to work.
Suck and ride. Obey and serve.
Oh, she would.
The spit roast was enough to get a fast orgasm from her, the kitten being fucked from behind and the front now, her masters using her fully. Their cocks would pull back and slam back in sync, the dicking down she was getting leaving her a messy, slobbering whore.
It was endless. The man from behind would cum inside her, as he left another took his place. her pussy was being given another harsh reminder of her failure while the man fucking her mouth pulled her off his dick and jerked his load out onto her face. It was all so fast, brutal and purely to dump loads inside her…
She loved it.
She would not have it any other way! Being face fucked like a good kitten was just the best, and she was Palace casino property until she paid off what she owed anyway. The men were sure to help her pay off her debt, as a cock was presented to her hands, one each.
She would start to fap those guys happily, the orgy happening around her getting so lively she was easily the star attraction. It was rare that the Palace casino got a slot slut, after all, the last one. Currently on her knees sucking off Raz.
The blond woman moaned as she gave her master a blowjob, Raz looking down at her. "To think you were like her once, eh? You seem happier like this, though."
She nodded, looking up at him with her soft, round eyes as she swallowed his dick. She was in total agreement, being his slave was so much better than being a hussy that went around scamming men.
As for Anabelle, she was fucked like this for the rest of the night. Men came inside with no worry about protection, her pussy and mouth cum stuffed over and over and over. She was thrown onto a table at some point, pinned down and fucked while a woman lifted her dress and sat on her face, Anabelle licking her pussy to the best of her ability.
The woman above her moaned as she sat comfortably on the slave, her pussy so clean and soft, that Anabelle was more than happy to dig in. She pressed her face against the drooling cunt and licked deep inside, her tongue making the guest moan out happily.
It was not long before the lady above her orgasmed, a sticky, clear girl cum being sprayed onto her face, the male guest pounding her pussy filling it once again.
Anabelle looked...utterly defeated. Cum was flowing out of her pussy in waves, a thick stream drooling out and off the table, pooling on the floor. Her face and breasts were covered in a combination of saliva, semen, and womanly juices, each inch of her so utterly used.
"Hah…ah…" Anabelle was done. From a proud gambler with a fiery temper to a cum soaked cock sleeve. Raz would finish with his slave girl, giving her a look over. "I think we are even." He said, the kitten closing her eyes slowly as she passed out.
~~~
It had been a few weeks since Anabelle had last been in. The soft, beautiful feline woman walked with confidence to the Palace doors, the doorman holding them open. "Welcome back miss. Is there-"
She silenced him, kissing his cheek. "I can find my way. Thank you, sweetheart."
Anabelle would head inside, her strut accentuated by her beautiful gold dress. She radiated charm and sex appeal as she walked, glowing in the glitzy lights of the casino.
She pushed her hair back, as she started to look for her table. Sure enough, she smiled as she saw her favourite opponent.
She could not wait to play with him.
"Raz~!" She would say, coming over and cuddling against him, the man petting her head as he played his hand. "Sorry guys, poker is just not your game." He would say, racking over his winnings while giving Anabelle's cat ears a soft scratching from behind.
She purred, kissing his cheek. "You can't beat him, Raz is easily the best gambler I know~!" She gushed about him, the man kissing her softly on the lips. "Damn straight. Listen doll, why don't you join us for a game?" He suggested, the young woman giggling and nodding.
"But I have no chips…" She would say, Raz, smirking at her.
"Guess you are going all in, then."
She smiled. "The slots could use a girl as lovely as me on them. I'm in."
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