The Twisted Casino (LataPaine and I)

[Hardor]

The advice to never judge a book by its cover held true in all aspects of life and the Newport Casino was no exception to that rule. The clientele that came and went ranged from all walks of life from the poorest of the poor trying to make it big with their spare change all the way up to the highest of the upper class. But while things seemed as normal as could be on the surface there lingered a darker side hiding beneath the murky water. That side was exposed to only those with the money and power to worm their way in as well as a few members of the staff lucky enough to work their way in as well as the few females who were 'promoted' into serving this social elite. But behind it all was one man who worked to pull the strings, keeping the curtain closed and all eyes away from them. That man was James. A faint smile played across the middle ages males face as he moved across the casino floors, sapphire eyes flickering from face to face, smiling at the passing customers while taking a short second to examine any of the young, female staff that came his way.

It had been his job since the very beginning to recruit in some fresh meat. After all, it only took a month or two before their usual clients grew bored of the pieces of ass that frequently serviced them. Not to mention the toll it took upon the females bodies. For that reason and many more the man spent his evenings pacing around the floors, spotting the newest additions as well as talking to any young female that found their way in, quite eager to recruit any and all young, attractive faces no matter what they're qualifications may be. It was during one of those very same rounds that he spotted Parisa Howlett, one of the young girls who'd been hired on just a few weeks before. Within a moment the man knew he had to have her. She was everything they needed and more, young, energetic and, last but not least, very easy on the eyes. A faint smile played across his face as he moved towards the pink-haired female, his eyes taking a moment to scan up and down the 5'7" frame. The larger man moved towards her, his 6'2" frame towering over her. His hands rested in the pockets of his slacks as his cold eyes focused down towards her, "Well hello there, Parisa." The man breathed out, quite familiar with the girls name despite having never bumped into her before.

"A few of the management has put your name forward for a potential raise. Would you mind coming with me?" He said with a slight smile, his eyes scanning around, "I think they have more then enough hands to manage the floors for right now. And we really would like to discuss the new position.. We're in dire need of a few new bodies in another portion of the casino and given your charisma we think you'd be a perfect fit." The man said, fighting hard not to let out a laugh, his words holding an edge of truth despite her lack of understanding of the situation. A need for her body was quite true but the promotion itself would be rough. Granted it would be a pay increase and offer some benefits but the costs would be large and, though she didn't know it now, his offer wasn't what it seemed. Whomever they chose ended up there, whether they wanted it or not.

 

[LataPaine]

Parisa Howlett has been having a hard time dealing with her parents, arguing with them and getting her allowance taken away from her because of her poor grade. Seeing no other choice, she was forced to search for a job. Because a lot of retail positions has been filled and she didn’t want to make greasy food at a fast food restaurant, she felt she didn’t have too many options left to her other than the casino a few miles away from where she lived. Really feeling the need for some income, she sent in her application and crossed her fingers.

Because wasn’t 21 yet, she assumed her application would be rejected, but to her surprise, she received an email asking her to come in for an interview. At the end of the interview, she found that she has become employed, but not really at the job she would like to do. Given a very revealing little outfit and a serving tray, she has been hired as the new waitress, serving anyone gambling alcohol or any drink the desired. She hated the job since she would feel the men there staring and undressing her virgin body with their hungry eyes, but with no other option for the moment, she has to bare it.

It has been a few weeks since she started now, and she feels she has grown somewhat used to the staring and lewd comments by the costumers, forcing a smile while she serves them and receives their tips. While waiting for a few more drinks to be placed upon her tray, she suddenly hears the voice of a man coming from behind her, listening to him greeting her as she turns to face him. Her eyes widen a little and she tilts her head up to look up to the towering figure, listening to him talk about a possible raise.

“R-Raise…?” She asks with a confused tone, having a hard time believing they would be giving her a raise so soon since she has only been working there for a little while. “I… Uhhh… Okay!” She says with wide smile upon her face, thinking it would stupid to turn down such an interesting offer. Leaving her tray on the counter of the bar, she proceeds to follow the man. Even though she’s excited about getting a raise, she still feel a little nervous while following him, noticing that she’s being brought towards the area of the building she hasn’t been in yet. She has seen young women being brought in there before, but she doesn’t know what goes on in there. She would see them the night after, but wouldn’t be able to get any information from them, and would only be told that it’s private. She could only assume that what they do must be hard work since the once energetic females come back looking so exhausted, but would only make her believe it’s worth the money since they are often seen going back there. "So, I guess this is just an interview?" She asks as she continues follow him towards the double doors and into the new area, moving passed the two large bouncers guarding place.

 

[Hardor]

The man had expected a bit of hesitation from the female and had even been prepared to up the anti, quite content to make any offer necessary that would motivate the young girl to follow him off towards this potential interview. But to his great surprise it seemed that very little coaxing was needed. At the thought of more money the attractive little thing was more then happy to come along, quite eager to see just what it was they had in mind. A wicked little smile played across the mans face once he'd turned away, his eyes focusing in front of him as he guided the youth across the casino floor and off in the direction of his most enjoyable little project. It was no secret that the other half of the casino was far from the norm. But what truly went on behind those walls was kept under lock and key, each member who was brought in was forced into secrecy, some through threats and bribes, others through the simple actions that went on behind them. After all, once some of these women had been broken in, none of them dared to speak out against those who claimed to be their Master's.

A nod of his head was all it took to get the pair through, the two large bouncers stepping aside, returning the simple nod before allowing their eyes to pass over the fresh meat the man was bringing forward. It was quite clear that their glances were far more then those of interest. Lust seemed to fill their eyes, slowly undressing the scantily clad teenager as they passed by, one even going so far as to flash the girl a little wink. Behind the door stood a short hallway, the smell of scented candles and light music radiating from the other end. Any curiosities the girl had would soon be answered, however, as the pair passed through the door, took a turn to the right, and found themselves within a rather large office. On the far side stood yet another door, a short stretch of stairs running from the office down into a large, open floor, slightly resembling the one they'd just left. But scattered around this floor was not a variety of machines for the customers to gamble at. No, surrounding this room was an assortment of stages, chairs, and cages, hovering on the ground and above the ground. But within these cages were the very same females she'd seen coming and going from the casino floor.

Behind those walls was a chamber built for nothing more then to fulfill a mans desires. Girls were seen in all sorts of positions, from simply pole dancing in one area, teasing the men who watched, to full blown pleasuring men in any way possible, from one woman resting upon her knees between one clients legs, one hand upon the glass she'd been sent to refill, while the other rested around a rather large length protruding from between the mans legs. At that moment he knew it would become quite clear just what it was they looked to promote her into. The man stood beside her, a faint smile on his face as he brought one hand forward to rest upon her back, giving the girl a little nudge forward, "Welcome to your new position." He stated, a slight chuckle leaving him, "You see, we bring the most attractive and most appealing girls we have here to meet our high rollers.. They come here to gamble, to place bets from anywhere to hundreds to hundreds of thousands. They drink, they laugh and they have fun. But, what started as simple gambling soon grew into more. They started copping feels towards our waitresses and, one thing led to another and here we are." He stated, his eyes flickering towards hers.

"It's a rather odd thing to adjust to but I'm sure you're quite used to touches like this.." He stated, dropping a hand to grasp at the girls backside, squeezing it nice and tight through the thin material of her short, revealing little dress. He grinned slightly down at her, "But, as the director of this little establishment, it is my job to test the credentials of each and every female I bring in here." He stated, a smirk upon his face, "After all, I can't turn any thing loose on the floor that I couldn't trust would treat her clientele properly now can I?" He questioned, his hand squeezing, massaging and caressing her lovely little ass, "So what do you think? Are you interested?" He asked, knowing full well that, despite her answer, now that she'd seen this side of their twisted little casino, there was no going back.

 

[LataPaine]

Parisa glances nervously up to the man winking to her, quickly diverting her eyes in an attempt to avoid eye contact since she doesn’t want to give the bouncer any wrong idea. She already gets messed with by the customers, and she feels she doesn’t need an employee of the casino bothering her throughout the night while she is trying to do her job. Not wanting to give the wrong impression to the bouncer, she hurries herself through the doors behind the man guiding her.

As soon as she walks passed the doors, she coughs as she picks up the strong scent of cigarettes, cigars, and something else she can’t quite pinpoint. She thought she was used to the smoking in the main part of the casino, but the new area feels so much stronger. She even begins to feel a little dizzy as she follows the man through the hallway. The further they go, the strong the scent of smoking becomes, finding it a little nauseating. She can’t help but have second thoughts as she follows the man, thinking she may get lung cancer just working there. If it wasn’t for the scented candles, it probably wouldn’t be bearable to her.

She continues following through his large office, soon following him down into the open floor area. Her eyes widen as a horrified expression forms on her face, seeing what appears to be an orgy. Her eyes can’t help but frantically scan the large room, watching as women are made to dance, wait in cages, and perform sexual acts with the customers. She barely even reacts when feeling the man place his hand upon her back, so distracted with what she is seeing as she is nudged further into the room. Listening to him explain what she is looking at, she just can’t believe what she is hearing. Looking to the women, she can see that they have been quite broken with the will to resist drained out of them from constant use. She doesn’t even want to ask what the fluid is that’s drooling from their mouths along with the various stains along the stage.

Her body trembles and her body jumps slightly when feeling his hand move to her rear end, feeling his fingers gripping her ass cheeks through the fabric of her little skirt and panties as he continues to explain what her new higher paying position would be. “In-Interested…? N-No, no! I… I can’t do this! This is disgusting!” She yells at the man, finally snapping out of it as she turns to slap his hand away from her ass. Now facing him, she is unknowingly moving further into the room, walking backwards as she stares with a terrified expression. “I’m just 17! I-I’m quitting!” She yells out, feeling she can’t work in a place that would do horrible things to women.

While she stands there, she breathes in heavily of the fumes that surround her, further making her dizzy. She can feel her heart racing, feeling so afraid to be there. Sweat can even be seen starting to glisten from her flesh, feeling like she is in a completely different environment since the room feels so heated and humid with what is going on around her. Because she doesn’t hear any screams or cries for help, but can only assume the women are prostituting themselves willingly. Though, she isn’t sure since quite a few of them appear to be locked up against their will. “I’m leaving!” She again yells at the man, stumbling as she tries to walk passed him.

(She is currently wearing a dark blue mini skirt, pink panties, a dark blue tube top with the mid drift cut to expose her stomach, white gloves that rear her elbows, a white collar, a little pink tie, a black head band with bunny ears, black knee high stockings, pink high heels, and no bra.)

 

[Hardor]

The overpowering scent that filled the air was one James had grown quite familiar with, the bulk of his time having been spent in that very same room, but it came across as a rather amusing detail as the slender little seventeen year old seemed almost floored by the powerful smell, a cough leaving her as her footing slipped up a bit, the smoke filled chamber almost enough to off balance the little thing and send her tumbling down. The response that truly amused the man, however, was the one he received when she finally laid eyes upon the job he'd spoken of. Like every girl before her, shock and disgust reared up, their interests immediately dashed as their contempt for the situation became known. Unfortunately for her, just like every girl before her, she too would find herself in those very same positions. After all, one did not simply walk into his neck of the woods and turn away. No, once he'd laid his eyes upon them and found his interests he didn't simply allow them to walk away.

As she swatted away his hand the man could do nothing more then laugh, a smile upon his face as her exclamation fell upon deaf ears, everyone far to engrossed in their festivities to pay her the slightest bit of attention. The admittance of her age, however, made the man arch an eyebrow, "Seventeen? Interesting.. Usually girls your age don't get through our application process.." He said, pausing in thought for a moment before simply shrugging his shoulders, "No matter. I don't care if you're seventeen or twenty seven. You have the body type we're looking for to keep this little party of ours going." The man stated, a wicked smile playing across his face. He gestured towards two men hovering by a nearby wall, the two towering figures seemingly security for their little party place. The two men motioned closer, the men plus James forming a bit of a triangle around her, cutting off the easiest escape routes. James stepped forward, watching as the girl stumbled forward, crying out how she intended to leave as she moved to circle around him. With a laugh the man reached forward, one large hand catching hold of her gloved wrist. He gave the small girl a tug towards him, forcing her body chest to chest with his own.

The taller male stared down at her, a grin upon his face, "You're my favorite types.." He breathed out, a hand moving to once more rest upon her tight little ass, squeezing at the firm cheeks through the thin material of her dark blue mini skirt and her thin pink panties, that large hand roaming all about, rolling, squeezing and toying with the tight mound hidden beneath. He brought his other hand up to rest against her upper back, holding her squirming form there, "You see.. It's my job to get you guys ready. I'm somewhat of the director of this little institution. When the ones like you come in with some fight, it's my job to break you down through any means necessary. Anywhere form simply raping you to hanging you out and humiliating you for a few days. Whatever it takes to teach you your place." He breathed out, his voice coming out low and threatening, a wicked look in his eyes, "You see.. My livelihood is on the line with this place.. And if I don't get new girls in here, my clientele start to fade away and go in search of somewhere new.. And that's why I need you and this lovely little body of yours.. I need you to open that mouth, spread those legs and be a good little girl for any man, woman or thing that walks up and wants to put itself in you."

His words were harsh, a far difference in tone from the one he'd greeted her with. The kind job offer had quickly become something far darker and the very freedom she enjoyed seemed to be at risk. Just like that, in the span of less then a month, it seemed her very first job was taking a turn for the worse. His large hand moved downwards, brushing her skirt upwards, lifting it enough to expose the tight pink pair of panties to the men behind her, "And this evening will be your first little lesson.. Sex 101 is what I like to call it." He breathed out, that large hand swatting at her pantie-clad bottom before squeezing it tight, forcing her hips to his, "Ready for it to begin?" He questioned, a roaring laugh leaving the man as amusement flowed through him. Oh what a wonderful night it would be!

 

[LataPaine]

The longer she stays there, the more difference scents her nose picks up. She can’t help but feel disgusted with the horrid environment she has been brought into, picking up the scent of urine, sex, alcohol, and other things within the thick smoke that lingers in what is left of the air. It almost seems impossible for anyone to bare such a scene, but before her eyes, she can see several different men enjoying themselves while they have their way upon the worn out young women.

Refusing to become like the women that’s being subjected to such disgusting acts of humanity, she feels she must get out of there as soon as possible. As she tries to stumble her way out of there, she can see two other large men moving towards her, surrounding her and making it harder for her to leave. Even with the three of them making sure her escape is almost impossible, she is determined to leave the place as soon as possible. After having announced she is quitting, she doesn’t believe they would just keep her there against her will, but she would feel the man’s hand taking a hold of her slender wrist before pulling her towards him.

Once more, she stumbles as she is forced before the man, feeling him holding her firmly to his chest. Listening to his voice, she soon feel his hand returning to her ass, feeling his fingers gripping the firm flesh through her clothing once more as she moves to the tips of her toes in response. “L-Let go!” She yells out, squirming in his grip as she feels his other hand move to her back to keep her firmly in place while he explores her young body. She feels so terrified as she listens to him further explains his job, having a hard time believing what she is hearing as she looks up into his wicked eyes to further show that he is serious.

Her body shivers to the feel of his hand rising from her rear end, feeling him lifting her little skirt to further expose her panties and flesh to the men standing behind her. “N-No! Ahhh!” She yelps out before feeling the large palm of the man’s hand coming into contact with her firm little ass, causing her body to jump from the harsh sting before feeling him returning to groping. “Let go! You’re sick! You’re all sick!” She yells out as she starts struggling harder against the man’s strong grip on her virgin body, refusing to become their little fuck pet.

She struggles against him as hard as she could, but being smaller and weaker than him, there really isn’t much she could do. Because she is being held so close to him, she couldn’t really knee him in the crotch either, but still manages to have enough room to lift her right left up. As hard as she can in the awkward standing position, she tries to bring the heel of her high heel down upon his foot, hoping she would be able to get him to release her so she may escape.

 

[Hardor]

Her cries of protest seemed to fall upon deaf ears as not a single individual turned to assist the girl, everyone quite absorbed in the shows and sensations they were each enjoying. It seemed as if the four individuals were all alone on their little island, the girl stranded, with no hope of protection or offers of assistance as the larger man quite easily groped and molested her unwilling form, a slight chuckle leaving him as she cried out in disgust at their actions and their ideas. But despite her yelling and despite her protest, not a single individual seemed to be swayed. His hand didn't disappear, an apology did not leave him, and no one moved to make him stop. She was stranded, all alone, and at the mercy of her future boss. And it was exactly as he wanted it to be. The close proximity of their bodies had protected him from a knee driving towards his crotch but it hadn't protected his shoe-clad feet. The rising of her leg and the quick motion of her heeled foot had gone unnoticed for the man and, to his great discomfort, the sharp pain of the encounter soon surged through him.

He hissed air through his teeth, his eyes closing for a mere moment and his hands grip upon her ass faltering for a short second. But instead of backing off the man simply growled out, his eyes opening up as a flash of anger tore across them. It was quite frequent that the girls resisted, often yanking and pulling, attempting to free themselves but it was very rare that one moved to inflict pain upon their captor. Truth be told, he'd been blindsided by the action but he was far from willing to simply let her go for such a little action. His hand moved off of her ass and slipped up, moving to grasp at the pink tangles of hair that sat upon her head. His fingers moved to grab at the black headband that sat upon her head, the decorative bunny ears making her all the more appealing sight. Those long fingers of his large hand wrapped around it, tangling into her hair beneath the headband before yanking her head downwards. "Sick? We're just getting started." He breathed out, his voice holding a faint bit of amusement with the after tone of anger. That little stomp had hurt and it seemed as if she'd soon be paying the consequences of that simple action.

He gave her head a pull downwards, forcing her to look at the ground before pushing her head further and further down. He forced her body to follow suit, forcing her slowly down onto her hands and knees, all the while keeping a death grip upon her hair, "We're going to start you off nice and hard like I do all of you resistant types. The ones who simply go along with my desires and do as are instructed get the easy path. They get to pick who they want to partner up with and even what stations they want to work at. You rebellious types, however, get to do as ordered. That means you'll fuck who I tell you to, moan when I tell you to, and beg whenever someone commands it." He stated, leaning over the girl. He turned his eyes towards one of the bouncers behind her, nodding downwards towards the skirt he'd previously played with. "Take her skirt off. I want her to feel the humiliation and shame of being undressed against her will." He stated, a smirk playing across his face as he watched with wicked eyes as the little thing squirmed against his grip.

The large man nodded his head and moved forward as instructed, a large hand moving to find the zipper that kept her short, dark blue skirt clinging to her lower half. A smile graced his face as his fingers slowly found it, tugging and tugging at it before the slight thing slowly gave loose, forcing the waistband of her skirt to loosen significantly. Without another word the man grabbed at the back of it, tugging it downwards and leaving it pooled around her knees, her current position making it impossible to strip it off of her body entirely. James let out a chuckle, glancing down at her pantie-clad ass, "How does it feel, girl? Do you enjoy knowing that you'll be stripped down to nothing and used? Everyone can see that little ass of yours in those pretty pink panties. How about you give it a little wave?" He teased, his words full of irritation as he worked to first undress her and to slowly humiliate and embarrass her, quite eager to break her down much as he had each and every little fuck toy that decorated his little domain. Just like every resistant girl that had come his way, he'd break her down and turn her into the perfect little submissive. Whether it took a day, a week, a month or a year. Sooner or later she'd learn her place.

 

[LataPaine]

Parisa’s eyes widen when seeing that her attack upon the man’s foot has barely any effect, listening to him hiss through his teeth, but would feel his grip upon her ass loosening. She wants to make an attempt to move away from him, but would only feel his hand sliding up along the curve of her spin, over her neck, and to the back of her head as she soon feels his fingers gripping her hair. “Ow! Let go of me!” She yells out, feeling him pushing her head downwards, forcing her to the floor. Her body trembles as she tries to resist, bringing her hands up to grip his wrist.

Tears flow from her eyes as she stares to the floor, feeling her trembling legs weakening as she is forced to her hands and knees, releasing his wrist in an attempt to make sure to keep her face off of the filthy surface. She only becomes further terrified as she listens to him explain what he’ll do to her, and what he will make her do after he is done with her. It all sounds like some kind of nightmare, sounding so very unreal to the poor female. She never knew anything like this would happen to her working in a place like this, she almost rather just be stared at than this.

“Wait! Stop!” She yells out after hearing him telling the bouncer behind her to remove her little skirt, soon feeling strong hands gripping and tugging as he unzips her. It isn’t long before she feels her skirt being pulled over her waist, down her thigh, and over her knees as her panties are exposed to the heated air. She can’t help but blush deeply while the man mocks and adds to her humiliation, listening to him talking about her pantie clad ass. She can’t help but dig her nails into the floor as tears continue to flow from her eyes, feeling her heart racing.

“Please don’t do this! I’m sorry for stepping on your foot! Just let me work back in the other room! I won’t tell anyone about this!” She begs, fearing what he would do to her while forced into such a demeaning and humiliating position while on all fours like some kind of lowly animal. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me!” She again pleads, believing he would really hurt her from how he has been physically treating her. She wants so much to get up, move, and escape, but with him having a firm hold to the back of her head, there isn’t anything she can do other than to beg.