"Three Jacks! Guess it's not your lucky day, Robert." The rest of the
players gasped. Robert slapped the table in disgust. She'd beaten him again.
Natasha let the tip of her tongue peek out between her teeth as she raked in the
cash. It was a little over a thousand dollars this time. Not huge, but not her
first pot either. She had been slowly but consistently building up her winnings,
mostly at the expense of the dark-haired thirty-something year old man she had
just beaten. Natasha herself was twenty-two. Her father had been the president
of Lunar Mining, Inc., one of the largest privately owned corporations in the
United Americas. By the middle of the 21st century it had established itself
among the Fortune 10. Her father was constantly away from home; at meetings, on
business trips, visiting with presidents and kings. Three years ago he had been
killed in an accident while traveling to the Lunar station for a meeting with
some of his managers. Since her mother had died when she was just a little girl,
she inherited over a hundred million dollars when she turned twenty-one. Natasha
hadn't ever had to work a day in her life. She always had the latest automobiles
and hovercraft. Her clothes were always the most expensive. She ate and played
at the finest and most exclusive establishments. She had always had everything
she wanted... except at the casino. Robert Cerrino seemed to have her number. He
knew when she was bluffing. He could tell how good her hand was just by looking
at her face. And he always beat her. Always. Natasha despised him for this. He
was exceedingly handsome, and charming, but the fact that she couldn't beat him
caused her frustration to build and fester like an open wound. She threw
tantrums, and occasionally ashtrays. She vowed that someday she'd beat him. Not
only beat him, but take him for everything he had! The way he would calmly just
smile at her during her juvenile outbreaks made her even more furious. Most of
the other patrons referred to her privately as "the spoiled brat". Everyone knew
who they were talking about. But tonight was different! Oooohhhh, and it felt so
good to be finally beating him! Natasha hadn't won a lot of hands, but whenever
the bidding came down to just herself and Robert, she won every hand. Robert had
lost over a hundred thousand dollars. Peanuts to Natasha, but probably pretty
substantial to him. Natasha loved it! She glanced at him now as the cards were
being dealt. For the first time in the year she had been playing against him he
looked nervous. He tapped his fingers on the table and loosened his tie. Natasha
let her eyes drift just over his head and to his right. There was Angela, right
where she was supposed to be. Right where she had been all night. The little
whore would do anything for a buck, and Natasha had paid her well to sit where
she would be able to see Robert's cards. Whenever the bidding started, Angela
would sneak a peek at Robert's hand. Through a carefully laid out set of hand
signals she would let Natasha know what his hand was. By simply brushing her
hair away from her eyes, or taking a sip or a drag on a cigarette she could
signal if he had a pair, two of a kind, flush, full house, etc. If Natasha
needed more information she would scratch her cheek and Angela would be able to
signal his hand's strength. So far it had worked flawlessly. After all the cards
had been dealt she picked up her hand. Not bad, she had a pair of tens. She
opened the bidding at $2,000. Several of the other players at her table sighed
at the size of her opening bid, but they all put in. Natasha kept the Tens and a
Queen for a kicker. She discarded and picked up two new cards. When she looked
at them she could barely refrain from arching her eyebrows in delight. She had
picked up two more Queens! She had herself a Full House, Queens over Tens. It
was one of the most powerful hands there was and an almost certain winner. She
looked up to see Angela adjusting her makeup. That was a signal for a Full
House! So..... things would be getting interesting. Natasha scratched her cheek,
sending a signal that she needed to know how strong his Full House was. Angela
started a bit. With both of them having Full Houses things could get pretty hot
real fast! She thought for a moment, then scratched her face with four fingers.
This was the sign for nine-high. Natasha now knew that Robert had a Full House,
with nine as his high card. Also an extremely powerful hand, but she had him
beat! She knew it.... but he didn't! Now was the chance she'd been waiting for
for nearly a year. She might never get as good a shot at him so she had to play
this perfectly. Since Natasha had opened the bidding, she now chose to bid
$10,000. A low whistle was heard and the man to her left shook his head slightly
and folded his cards. "Too steep to keep me in." Likewise the woman to his left
folded, but Robert saw her $10,000 and raised her $25,000. Another whistle was
heard and the rest of the table folded. A few people who were onlookers gathered
closer to the table. With a small smile, Natasha counted out $25,000. "I'll see
your $25,000..." she said, tossing in the money, then began counting out some
more. "...and raise you ... $50,000!" Some `ooohs and ahhhhs' were heard as more
people began gathering around the table. She leaned forward and stared right
into Robert's eyes, then she laughed: "So, you got the balls to go with your
cards, Robert?" Robert was still cool but he couldn't help a reflexive swallow
as he looked down, then began counting up $50,000. "I assure you I've got the
balls, Natasha, and I'm willing to bet that I've got the cards too. I'll see
your $50,000 and RAISE you another $50,000!" Without hesitating for even a
second Natasha counted out her money. She threw it into the pot then started
counting out some more. She was excited and furious at the same time. "That
son-of-a- bitch!" she said to herself. "He's trying to bluff me down. I know
I've got him beat. He may have the balls, but his ass is mine!" She chuckled a
little as she threw in the money and then stared him right in the eye as she
slowly said: "I'll see your $50,000 and raise you $100,000!" By now play had
stopped at all of the tables. People were crowding around the table to watch the
two combatants go at it head to head. There had been bad blood between them for
nearly a year and this looked like it was shaping up to be a final showdown.
"Looks like you've got some balls too, Natasha." he smiled back at her. "Care to
cut through all the bullshit and make this really interesting?" "What have you
got in mind, Robert." Their eyes were locked onto each other's. "Something
really interesting, and gutsy. Let's go for a cool million..." the crowd gasped
"and... if I win, you'll sleep with me tonight and do whatever I want."
Natasha's jaw dropped. "Why, that arrogant shit!" she thought to herself.
"Pretty sure of yourself, huh?" she asked. "Pretty sure I've got you beat" he
returned her smile. "So, what do I get if I win? I mean, besides the million
bucks." "Anything you want, just name it. My hovercraft? Or if you prefer, if I
lose I'll pay you the money and never come back here again. You'll have won your
final victory." Natasha thought for a moment. Did she dare? Why not? Let's see
what kind of balls he really had. If he backed down she could still clip him for
the million and make him leave... "Tell you what, asshole. Let's make it REALLY
meaningful. Let's play for everything." "What do you men, everything?" "I mean
`everything'. Everything you own, everything I own... including ourselves."
Robert was stunned. She was talking slavery! Slavery was legal in The United
Americas, but only in some special situations. Nobody could be born into
slavery, or relegated to slavery by the color of their skin or their ancestry.
They could, however, sell themselves or give themselves willingly into slavery.
These were primarily cases of sexual bondage and servitude. The government had
long ago decided that as long as these arrangements were entered into willingly
then they would be recognized as legally binding. "You can't be serious,
Natasha! Do you know what you're saying?" "I know exactly what I'm saying. I
didn't think you'd have the balls to bet it all..." "Now wait a minute. I didn't
say no. I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. I don't want you
claiming ignorance after I beat you." "Ohhhh, don't you worry about that, you
chicken-shit! Louie has cameras mounted above all of the tables. You know that.
We're being recorded right now. Let's get him to bring some paper over and we'll
both sign it. There're over a hundred witnesses here. Besides, it'll be YOU
who'll be doing the crying after I win." The crowd had gone silent, then
gradually the murmuring started back up. Nobody could believe that they would
actually do it. It had been joked about in casinos for years, but to anyone's
knowledge, nobody had ever bet their freedom on a hand of cards. Louie, the
owner of the casino, came over with a pad of paper and a pen. Natasha snatched
them from him and began writing down: Natasha Volovich and Robert Cerrino enter
into the following agreement willingly and understanding all consequences: On
this 6th day of June, 2065, we agree that the loser of the game which we are
presently playing shall voluntary surrender his/her freedom and enter into Total
Slavery to the winner. This slavery shall become complete, permanent and
irrevocable. No legal challenge will be made to this agreement by either of the
signed, and it will remain in force permanently for the life of the loser.
Should the winner die before the loser, the loser will remain in slavery with
ownership transferring to the winner's heir's. The loser shall pass into slavery
to the winner immediately upon completion of the game at hand, as witnessed by
Louis Chan, proprietor, and observed by approximately 100 patrons. Further, the
loser relinquishes all personal wealth and property to the winner. The winner
shall become owner of all holdings, property, savings, stock, homestead, and all
things of value belonging to the loser and shall also become owner of the loser.
The loser understands that as personal property of the winner, he/she expects to
be subjected to all whims of the owner including, but not limited to, physical
punishment, permanent marking such as branding, and public display. This
agreement is not coerced and is signed willingly and knowingly as witnessed
below: At the bottom of the document she printed her name, Robert's, and added
Louie's name with the word "witness" underneath it. Without hesitating she
signed it next to her name and passed it on to Robert for him to read. As he
did, his jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. "My God, you ARE serious!" Natasha
had taken about ten minutes to write the document. During that time everybody in
the casino had stopped what they were doing and came to crowd around their
table. All other play had stopped. Light laughter and nervous chatter filled the
room as men and women discussed what was happening before their eyes. Although
slavery was legal, it wasn't particularly common. People who were partial to
that lifestyle tended to congregate amongst themselves, although it wasn't too
unusual to see some unfortunate slave being paraded in public, usually as some
form of punishment. Natasha stared at Robert hungrily. In her mind's eye she had
already stripped him down, as she intended to do publicly just as soon as he
signed the damn paper and the game was over... The whole room seemed to hold its
collective breath along with Natasha as Robert picked up the pen and then signed
his own name below Natasha's. Natasha exhaled and grabbed the paper from him,
thrusting it into Louie's hands and asking him to sign as witness. As soon as he
did she grabbed the paper and kissed it. "I've got you, you arrogant bastard!
Your ass is MINE! I've been waiting to beat you for nearly a year, and I finally
got you! I want you to know that you're going to become my little pet. My little
naked pet! Hahaha! I can't wait to show off your buns to the people here. You'll
wish you never met me, then you'll crawl and kiss my feet all the way home!"
Robert just stared at her, almost in disbelief. She was close to ranting. He
never realized how much she must despise him. Several of Natasha's friends were
at the casino that night, along with more than a few people she had crossed
swords with in the past. They weren't surprised at all at her outburst. They'd
seen her often in one of her temper snits, but the women leered at Robert as
Natasha loudly explained her plans for him after the game was over. With the
paper safely returned to Louie, Natasha picked her cards up off the table and
stared at Robert, who had also picked up his own cards. "Well, shall we get this
over with?" she smiled smugly. "I call" said Robert, a little shakily. Once
again the casino went quiet as Natasha slowly laid down her cards. When they saw
the Full House there were gasps from the crowd. Natasha noted with satisfaction
that Robert looked pale. His eyes flicked from side to side and he loosened his
tie. Natasha was enjoying his discomfort. Suddenly, Robert's face became hard
and his hands steadied. A small smile appeared on his face and he stared at
Natasha as he slowly began to lay his own cards down, face up... "What's he up
to?" she wondered, irritated for a moment. Her irritation suddenly turned to
disbelief as she saw his hand. The crowd all gasped at the same time. Robert
also had a Full House, but it was not nine-high, as she had expected. It was
KINGS over nines! He had her hand beat! "Wait a minute! This can't be! You only
had nine-high! Where'd you get those Kings!!!" Natasha was in a panic. Suddenly
she looked up and saw Angela. The whore was actually smiling at her. She noted
with horror that Angela had one hand on Robert's shoulder! With her other hand
she was sticking her middle finger up and pointing it at Natasha. The little
tramp had sold her out! "No! Wait! They cheated! That bitch was supposed to be
telling me what his cards were...but...but...she LIED!!" There was scattered
laughter in the room. "Sooooo... you admit you were trying to cheat me?" Robert
arched his eyebrow and looked amusingly at his new slave. "Noo.. I... well, I
mean.... I'll get you for this, you little whore!!" she yelled at Angela, who
continued holding up her middle finger and smiling at the enraged Natasha.
Natasha made a move to get up and run away, but on a hand signal from Robert two
men in suits grabbed her, one on each arm. "Let me go!" she screamed and kicked,
but the men held her fast. "We had a deal, Natasha" Robert told her menacingly.
"It's not invalid just because you're not good at cheating. In fact, it makes it
worse. Seems like you deserve a little punishment for what you tried to do.
Strip her." Natasha screamed as the two men began slowly removing her clothes.
One held her firmly as the other grabbed her legs and pulled off her high-heel
shoes. He was rewarded with a kick to his shin, but he stood up and grabbed hold
of the straps of her expensive gown. As she struggled he reached behind her and
pulled down the zipper, then pulled the straps down off her shoulders. As she
cried and kicked he lowered the gown to her waist, then gave it a little push
and watched as it crumpled to the floor around her ankles. Natasha was making a
lot of noise protesting so Robert looked at Louie to see if everything was okay.
Louie's eyes were shining as he flashed the okay sign to Robert, then cast his
attention back to the struggling young woman near the table. She had on a pair
of high cut white panties, nylon stockings, and a bra. Her expensive dress was
crumpled at her feet and one of the men still held her securely from behind. The
crowd began to hoot and cheer the men on as they continued stripping her. The
second man took out a knife and simply cut Natasha's bra strap in the front,
between the two cups. "Nooooo!" she wailed as the now useless bra cups fell to
the side and her ripe young breasts fell into view. The second man cupped them
both with his hands as the crowd yelled "More! Strip the bitch!" He cut the two
shoulder straps and the bra fell in two pieces to the floor to join her dress.
"Don't you dare! No, PLEASE!!!!" she implored as he slipped the knife under the
waistband of her panties at the side. He looked her in the eye as he pulled the
sharp blade up and back, cutting through the flimsy elastic band. The panties
began to fall away, still attached at the other end but hanging so that the dark
bush surrounding her sex was now visible. "PLEEEEASE!" she sobbed as he slipped
the knife into the waistband on the opposite side and repeated the cut. The
crowd roared approval as the severed panties fell to the ground. She was totally
nude now, save for the sheer nylon stockings that ended about mid thigh. She
tried using her hands to cover herself but the first man pinned her elbows
together behind her back so she couldn't reach anything important. This also
caused her naked breasts to jut out and up. Her aureoles were large and, Robert
noted with amusement, slightly puckered. The crowd noticed it too. "Look! I
think she likes it!" one of the men yelled out rudely. Her nipples were long and
hard. Natasha felt betrayed by her body as everyone could see the evidence of
her arousal. "Bend her across the table, face down, and hold her." Robert
ordered. The two men grabbed the struggling nude woman, one on each side and
turned her around then bent her over the table till her breasts were pressed
tightly and her chin was touching the green felt. They each held onto her
shoulders and one of them pressed his hand to her back to hold her in this
position. Her naked buttocks were squirming madly as her feet kicked. They
parted slightly to show her sex hanging down like a little furry pouch. Robert
chose this moment to swing his large palm down right across the center of her
ass. A loud was heard in the room followed immediately by a started "Owwwwwww!"
from Natasha. "You bad girl. You're showing your most secret charms to all our
guests here! Are you a little slut? Do you like waving that thing for everybody
to see?" He slapped her again, causing another "Owwwww!!" and a second red
handprint began to form on her otherwise white bottom. The guests went wild with
appreciation. Bent over as she was, Natasha was able to look up and see the
smiling faces of some of her friends. They seemed to be enjoying the show and
moved around behind her to get a better view. Robert now proceeded to give
Natasha a long hard spanking. Again and again his hand slapped down, reddening
the small doomed bottom that squirmed so deliciously trying to avoid the blows.
After five or six slaps Natasha began pleading with him to stop spanking her.
After twenty-five slaps her words were unintelligible due to the sobbing. She
heard the catcalls and the laughter and her shame burned nearly as intensely as
her backside. After forty slaps she no longer had any dignity, she just wanted
the burning to stop. She was still pinned tightly to the table but she now let
her legs buckle and bend at the knees. This opened her backside up as she
squatted, her furry pouch shaking back and forth between her thighs. After fifty
slaps Robert finally stopped. Natasha still hung there, her upper body held flat
against the table but her haunches remained wide open in her squat as she shook
and sobbed. Most of the patrons had moved behind her and there was some shoving
going on by people who wanted to get a better view. Natasha's friends,
ironically, had elbowed their way to the front where they could see all of the
action. Her enemies preferred standing on the other side so that they could see
her tear-streaked face as she lifted it up from the table. "My my, you do like
making a spectacle of yourself!" Robert clucked at the girl. Then he looked up
at the two men who held her. "Get those stockings off her. I want her to be
completely naked from now on." Then he repeated in a low voice for Natasha's
benefit: "... from now on." One of the two men relinquished his hold on her
shoulder and squatted behind her. He dragged his hands up and down her thighs a
couple of times before starting at the top of her left stocking and slowly
peeling it down her leg. Down past the knee he rolled it, then down her shapely
calf, and finally to her foot and then off. He handed it to Robert who stuffed
it in his pocket. "Wait a minute." he told the man, signaling him away. "Would
you care to do the final honors, my dear?" he smiled at Angela. Without
answering, Angela smiled then moved behind Natasha and crouched down behind the
hot pink buns that were still quivering. She grabbed hold of the right stocking
and slowly started peeling it down. "So, I'm a whore, huh?" she mocked, then
paused to give Natasha's helpless bottom a sharp slap that made the poor girl
gasp in surprise. She giggled meanly then said: "I'm..gonna..love..watching..what..he..does..to..you!"
She punctuated each word with another slap to Natasha's hot bottom, then laughed
and resumed rolling down the stocking. Natasha's shoulders were shaking with
sobs as she looked around and saw the entire casino witnessing her humiliation.
She had been so sure of her victory! This should be Robert being humiliated
instead of her... but she didn't count on the treachery of Angela. When Angela
got the stocking down onto Natasha's foot she gave a "tada!" then pulled it off.
Natasha was now completely nude. She dropped her foot back to the floor and
stood straight-legged, trying to close her parted thighs, but this just put her
ass more into prominence. "Okay, up on the table, on your hands and knees. Help
her out, guys." "W-what!!" Natasha was shocked by what she had just heard. When
she didn't move fast enough four strong arms grabbed her and began pulling her
up onto the felt covered card table on her knees. Once she was up there they
pushed her back downward till she was perched on all fours, doggie-style. Robert
stepped forward and roughly grabbed onto her thighs, pulling them wide apart,
then lowered his hands to her knees to push them apart also. "Arch your back,
and keep your head up. People want to see your face. Get your ass up higher.
Spread your knees wider, dammit. Wider!" The men held her in this position as
Robert placed his left hand on the small of her back and lightly ran his right
palm all over her exposed pink rump. He patted her lightly and grabbed one cheek
at a time, shaking it a little and pulling it wide to show her little brown anus
to the assembled patrons. He then rubbed the heel of his hand back and forth
against her pouch. When he removed it he showed the wetness that was left on his
hand to an approving crowd. "It's a good thing you like this, little one." he
mocked then he patted her on the center of her ass and stepped back. He invited
the entire room to inspect her while he got himself a fresh drink. By this time
the first news crews began arriving at the casino. They had been tipped off
about the story of a young rich girl who had just gambled her freedom away on a
hand of cards. This was big news and would be broadcast on the late news of all
seven major Networks. The crews elbowed their way in to set up their holocams
and lighting. By this time, several of the patrons had filed passed Natasha, one
at a time, each taking their opportunity to fondle the nude woman. Several of
the women were engaged in tugging on her dangling breasts and twisting the
nipples. This caused the unfortunate girl to moan and twist, begging her
tormentors to stop. Unfortunately, since they consisted mainly of women she
despised, they were encouraged by her squirming and redoubled their efforts.
Most of the men appeared more interested in her widely parted thighs and hips.
They rubbed her in her most private places, alternating the rubs with spanks to
her bare buns. She had her pubic hair tugged on and even a few of the black
hairs pulled out and saved as souvenirs. The Action Holocams focused on her
harsh treatment. The networks knew that sex sells, and the relaxed broadcast
standards assured that they would all be vying for the most creative coverage.
Natasha looked at her tormentors through tear-blurred eyes. Her whole body
trembled as she felt them probing and slapping at her. Each time she tried to
close her widely parted thighs a bit she was rewarded with a sharp slap on her
ass and then had her knees pushed even WIDER apart. The laughter of the men and
women as they lined up behind her cut though her like a knife and her shoulders
shook with her shame. Each time one of the men would pull her cheeks apart to
expose her quivering little anus to the intrusion of the holocams she would sob
aloud as the cool air testified to her exposure of this most private of all body
parts. While all of this was going on, Robert had taken Louie aside to offer him
a proposition. The two men worked out the details of their agreement, then shook
hands and returned to the fun. Robert raised his hands to silence the crowd, as
he wanted to make a statement. The holocams reluctantly focused on him, although
one would occasionally scan back to Natasha as she was still held kneeling and
twitching. "My friends, please listen up. I'd like to make a statement." He held
up the paper that Natasha had written and which Natasha and he, along with
Louie, had signed. "This document constitutes a legal agreement. Not only the
signing, but the actual writing of the document was witnessed and even filmed.
There can be no claims of misunderstanding of intent, or denial. I now legally
claim ownership not only of Miss Volovich's person, but of her entire wealth,
her possessions, her stock, savings, home and furnishings. All of her
possessions are automatically transferred to me. Miss Volovich has willingly and
knowingly relinquished her rights and protection under the law, and will remain
my chattel for life." There were murmurs around the room, and even a little
light applause. Natasha's moans in the background were a perfect backdrop to
this announcement, which delighted the Network crews. Robert continued: "I have
made arrangements with the proprietor of this casino, Mr. Louis Chan, to keep
Natasha here full-time, as a spectacle, an entertainment, and a clientele draw."
There were more gasps from the room and some louder applause. Natasha began
moaning "Noooooo....Nooooooo....." in the background as the import of his words
struck her. "I am a happily married man, and although my wife might be amused by
what has transpired here tonight, I am sure she would disapprove of my keeping a
naked slave girl at our home." There were a few chuckles from the crowd. "My
friend, Mr. Chan, has come to my rescue and offered a solution which should
benefit us both. It will benefit me because I will have the opportunity of
visiting with my little naked slave here whenever I wish. It will also benefit
Mr. Chan, as the notoriety should greatly enhance his business." There was loud
applause as the two men shook hands. The holocam crews lost no time in returning
their attention to the main attraction. For the next four hours Natasha was
worked over in the most thorough manner imaginable. Many of the guests returned
to their own tables but a hard core made up primarily of Natasha's friends and
enemies kept at her till closing time... Two weeks later Robert returned from a
business trip and decided to visit the casino. The place seemed a bit more
lively and crowded than usual. Natasha's friends, it seemed, had made the casino
their regular hangout. As he looked across the room he saw Natasha, and her
pathetic situation almost made him gasp! They had her on her back on a small
metal table, stripped and trussed up with her knees pulled back and apart like a
chicken waiting for the roasting. She had been shaved completely hairless, from
her bald head to her moistly glistening sex. She was not enjoying herself. One
of Natasha's former enemies had stationed herself on a stool at the table, right
beside her outrageously displayed sex. She looked a little tipsy and as she put
down the drink she had in her hand she picked up a little feather and got back
to work. It seems that she had been at her since early in the evening, and the
drunker she got, the meaner she became. Natasha's eyes and mouth were wide open
in shock, and her hips rotated as much as they possibly could in their tight
confinement as the woman returned to brushing the tip of the feather against her
helpless clitoris. With her pubic hair shaved, Natasha's love lips looked huge
and thick. They splayed outward to reveal the nubbin of her clitoris at their
top. It was sticking straight up and was dark and moist. The feather kept
teasing at it as her hips rotated and her breasts shook against her heaving
chest. It seems that the woman had been most mean to her helpless victim.
Whenever she came close to orgasm she would put the feather down and sip her
drink while she watched Natasha squirm and moan in frustration. Natasha begged
and pleaded, but the woman was relentless. When Natasha's vain thrashings had
subsided she would would brush the feather up and down a few times along her
gully then move it to her anus and resume the torture there. Her anus, Robert
noted, was stretched into a small open "o" by the position of her bound legs,
and it twitched open and closed a little as the feather worked its way around
and in it. After some more frustrated thrashings and another sip of her gin and
tonic, the woman went back to work on Natasha's clitoris. In this manner she had
been alternating between clitoris and anus for most of the evening. Robert
walked over and stood before Natasha. It took awhile but finally her glassy eyes
focused on him and he saw recognition. Instantly tears welled up in her eyes and
she began pleading with Robert to release her from this torment. Robert reached
a hand down and lightly pulled on her left nipple as he explained, as if talking
to a small child, that there were many patrons waiting for their chance at her
and she should feel good about helping Mr. Chan's business so much. She began
sobbing loudly and the woman with the feather had had enough of that. She
pinched Natasha's nostrils until she opened her mouth, then not too gently
stuffed a large apple between her teeth. "That oughta keep the little chicken
quiet for awhile" she said as she returned to her work with the feather. Robert
couldn't stay. He was on his way to dinner and his wife was waiting for him in
the car. He just wanted to see how his slave was doing at the casino. He smiled
at her then turned to walk away. At the door he paused and looked back again. In
one respect he felt sorry for her, but at the same time he knew he could never
show her pity or release. She was writhing in her own personal hell, which she
had brought on herself by her own wickedness. He shuddered a little, then
straightened his tie and walked out to join his wife waiting for him in the
limo.
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