Gambling

                  

         "You lost your bet.  Are you ready to deliver payment?"

         Gloria hadn't thought she could lose, but now she had no

choice.  "Yes."

         "Make that yes, Master.  Don't speak unless told to.

Again."

         "Yes, Master."  She didn't think of him as her master,

but she had promised....  She had prepared by bathing herself

very thoroughly and trying to psyche herself up for the ordeal

ahead, whatever that was.

         "Remove your clothes, everything."  She obeyed,

deliberately, watching him watch her.  When she stood there,

naked, he said, "You are, as they say, full-figured, but I like

those tits.   Nice  ass, too.  Now put this on."  He handed her a

large, green plastic trash bag with holes for her neck and arms.

She put it on over her head, imagining herself looking like a

dancing avocado in a TV ad.  He blindfolded her with a furry

mask.

    "Don't even think of trying to peek."  He took her by the

hand and led her outside.  Her bare feet felt warm concrete,

some grass, and then the carpeting of his car, as he pushed her

into a seat and belted her in.  They drove for several minutes, a

twisty route with the usual traffic sounds but no clue as to

where he was taking her.  When he unbelted her and led her out,

it was across more concrete and to a door which sounded like

steel.  Inside the building, they took an old, noisy elevator

to... wherever.  Then she felt waxed hardwood underfoot.  She

smelled cigarette smoke; someone else was there.  How many?  He

left her standing, alone.  Suddenly he yanked at the plastic,

which tore between the holes and settled around her feet, leaving

her utterly exposed.  Someone clapped softly.

     He turned her around, to display her.   "Bend over.  Touch

your shins."  She complied, embarrassed, and she felt a finger,

wet with lubricant, barely penetrating her vagina and then, with

fresh lubricant, her anus.  She felt an something being inserted

in her anus and then a slim dildo slid into her tight pussy.

Someone chuckled.  Well, she had agreed to do anything, so...

     He  led her to sit in a large, square wooden arm chair, like

a throne or an electric chair.  Her feet dangled, and the hard,

flat  wooden seat pressed the backs of her thighs and her bottom.

The pressure forced the inserts a little deeper, but that didn't

hurt.  Swiftly, he taped her forearms  to the arms of the chair, 

probably with duct tape.  By moving her shoulders, she could

relieve the pressure of the seat a little bit, but it wasn't

worth the effort.  She was securely fastened in the chair, even

though she could still kick her feet.

     Hands lifted her breasts, and then she felt them being

lubricated with something like K-Y.  There was a ring of

pressure, like hard plastic cylinders or bell jars, sliding

over her slippery breasts, first the right one, then the left.

Next, she heard a pok-pok-pok sound, and her breasts were sucked

deep into the cylinders, until the round plastic edges pressed

against her rib cage.  Her nipples, she knew, became engorged,

and she flashed on the appearance of a recepticle-end condom

being inflated.  It didn't hurt.  In fact, is was making her

horny, but she worried that her breasts might be pulled out of

shape and sag afterwards.

     "This device," he said, obviously to some else, "has not yet

been approved by the FDA as a medical appliance, and, when it is,

it will sell for more than $1500.  You may purchase the 'novelty

bra' for a fraction of that cost.  Of course, the effects will be

more dramatic on smaller breasts."  Pok, pok, pok.  She felt her

breasts stretching to fill the vacuum, tingling as they filled

with blood.   "It's called tension growth.  Clinical trials,

necessary to prove effectiveness and safety for the FDA, have

shown that, if your companion wears this for eight hours a day,

every day, you can expect her breasts to grow at least one cup

size in a few weeks, and they will be firmer and more upstanding.

Given time, we could make Gwenneth Paltrow look like Dolly

Parton."   More chuckles.  "For now, we'll just leave the novelty

bra on display for a while.   She looks as if she likes it,

doesn't she?"  A snicker.

     Gloria realized she was sitting, stark naked, in front of an

audience --- how many, she didn't know --- with her D-cup

breasts being sucked toward a DD future, if someone didn't

release the vacuum.  It wasn't painful, but it was embarrassing,

and it seemed to turn her on a bit, in spite of herself.

     She heard  Ravel's Bolero playing on a stereo.  The music

starts softly and builds to a crescendo over fifteen or twenty

minutes.  As the volume increased, she could feel tingles in her

twat.  Moving her legs, she confirmed that the device inside her

vagina had wires attached, and she was receiving electrical

stimulation in time with the music.  Her breasts were her

predominant concern, being stretched and formed by the vacuum of

the plastic cylinders, but, as the minutes passed, the music grew

louder and the current became stronger, making the walls of her

sheath contract more and more strongly.

     "We also sell the adapter and electrodes to turn any

powerful audio system into a genital stimulator.  The electrical

current, of course, depends on the volume setting.  You may to

choose to train your slave with a particular song, and in time

she will be conditioned to come just by hearing it, even without

the elecricity.  Watch the effect on this subject."

      She found herself squirming in the chair, as best she

could, and her feet twitched in air as the contractions seemed to

radiate though her body.  Her pelvis rocked, scraping the wired

end of the cunt probe against the wooden seat as it drove her to

distraction.  "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted, as her womb seemed to

bounce inside her with each shock.  Someone laughed, but she

didn't notice.  She couldn't help it.  From her swollen nipples

to her writhing vagina, waves of sensation overcame her.  She

tried to fight it, but, as the music swelled, she cried out,

"Ahhh!" and came with a shudder.   Dreamy in the aftermath of the

earth- shaking orgasm, she realized that the music had stopped.

She sat there, feeling utterly ravished, perspiring and breathing

heavily.

     "She spoke without being spoken to," said the master. "Don't

you think a little punishment is in order?"  Suddenly a severe

jolt of electricity passed through her anus, causing her bowels

to cramp tightly, and through the walls of her vagina, causing

everything below her navel to jump.

     "Ahhh!" she creamed, quite involuntarily.  And then she

realized that she had had an instant orgasm.

     "Naughty!" he said, and he applied the electricity again,

but this time in a series of short pulses.  Gloria shook in her

chair as each pulse wrenched her insides, until she was hit with

an orgasm so strong that she passed out momentarily.  "The French

call it the little death," she heard him explaining.  "There's no

harm to it.  She may feel a little sore, later, from the

unaccustomed exercise of her vaginal muscles, but, if you

persist, your woman will toughen up and become even more

responsive.  One subject of mine is conditioned so that she comes

as soon  I slide the electrode into her.  Obviously, she is

not as good a subject for demonstration as this one is."  He

paused: "We have various models, from basic to deluxe, including

some radio-controlled stimulators, worn like a tampon, so you can

turn on your woman anywhere.  Great fun in a restaurant."

      Gloria wondered what next, but then she heard again the

opening bars of  Bolero.