House of Urvile: Poker Night

House of Urvile: Poker Night

Her manicured fingers flipped the cards one over top the other nervously before peeling back the edges and glancing at what was hidden underneath. She tried to hide her excitement at what she glanced at briefly. Ace/King was a strong hand and she paid her blind and watched the others at the table join her.

Emily's pile of chips had been dwindling down since the night had began and slowly her nerves were staring to get the better of her. Her bare ass shifted in the cool leather seat as she felt the familiar sensation of her perky breasts swaying free for all to see. Her nudity had been part of the price to play this game as for a moment she went back to its origin.

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"The rules are simple, each woman is given $20,000 to gamble with. They must strip and be nude for the length of the poker game and should they run out of chips they will become property of the House until they have repaid their debt." Trent Stone, the administrator of the House of Urvile, had explained to her sitting across his desk in his plush office. "At the end of the night you get to keep your winnings or we get to keep you..."

He smiled playful glancing over at her. "You are stunningly beautiful Emily... I hate to admit it aloud but I'm rooting against you..."

Reaching forward she picked up the pen and signed the contract. She needed the money for school if she won, and if she didn't... well that fired up a deep dark side of her that wouldn't need to be educated by professors, that was the part of her only a true Master could educate.

"Strip..." He had said the moment her signature was on the paper. She felt a rush of adrenaline as her clothing was slowly eased to the floor at her feet. Stepping out of her heels she looked up to Trent who had risen from his seat to appraise her.

He was older, at least a dozen years with brown hair, starting to speckle in grey. Dressed in a fine suit his athletic form filled out and sent her body into shivers as she tried to calm her breathing.

"Yes... yes... I'm afraid I'll be rooting against you tonight... I have a collar waiting just for that pretty neck..." His eyes drank in her pale body, the tiny freckles, her pink nipples and smoothly shaven mound. A dark part of him wanted to take her now, collar and enslave her but he knew it was better to let them both enjoy the game.

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Trent and Emily's eyes met for a moment as he met the blind and entered her game. "Got something good over there?" He asked with a smile "or just itching for this..." he picked up the leather collar that had been sitting by his pile of chips all night that seemed destined for Emily's neck.

She had played the game longer than most of the women inside the large room. The pattern had been the same for all of them when they lost their chips. Each beautiful woman was collared and removed from the room to be prepared to serve. They would return minutes later dressed as a slave waitress to serve drinks or a maid to dust the floor with a feather duster gag. Some losers were brought back in ropes or leather straps and used as decorations or footstools. Each one seemly destined for a fate already pre-decided by "the House", Emily shuttered to imagine her own fate.

"But not this hand." She told herself seeing the ace and king of hearts on the flop. Two pair and a high pair at that. She raised the pot enough to get most of the patrons out of the hand.

"I'll raise you..." Trent Stone replied putting in enough chips that she would be nearly out. Emily cautiously called, now pot committed to this game.

Another ace on the turn and she let herself smile looking right at him. "All-in" a full house of aces and queens had no equal at the moment and she wanted that pot.

"Call..." Trent said flipping over the Queen and Jack of hearts... drawing one from a royal flush. Emily was winning but this final card would hold her fate.

Life moved in almost in slow motion as the dealer burned a card and flipped over Emily's fate. Her heart was pounding as the red card came into view, hearts, and the ten at that. The table they were sitting at cheered at the scene as Trent rose from his seat picking up the collar.

"On the table, kneeling in the chips, I want everyone to see the prize I've won." He said ushering her up on the felt tabletop to kneel in the pile of chips. Everyone at the table could now see every inch of her stunning body, even the moisture between her now spread thighs. "Keep those knees wide, one hand behind your back while the other pulls your hair up to bare your neck."

As she complied she felt the leather seal around her neck and pull tight to then be buckled closed. "Alright whore... time to get you ready to pay your debts.."

Trent attached a leash as like all the other losers of the night she was led away to be prepared. Unlike the others Trent personally led her to her destination.

Two house slavegirls moved around her in haste as Trent gave the orders. "This one is to play the whore tonight. Makeup, stockings, heels and a short skirt is all..."

Emily let the women dress her and do her makeup staring in a mirror as her body was slowly transformed from innocent college student into a common looking street whore. When they were finished Trent moved in with a thick black sharpie pen and began writing across her pale breasts.

She watched in the mirror reading the words written in reverse, DEBT written on her right breast and WHORE written across her left. He slid the pin into the side of her skirt.

"When we get back in there, you will ask each of your customers to mark you where they've used you. Mouth will be a mark on your forehead, tits on the side of your left breast, pussy on your inner thigh and ass on your plump ripe ass cheeks. Each tally mark will go toward paying your debt... and you have a long way to go slut..." He said cruelly tugging her leash.

Even though this time in the poker room she wore more clothing, she felt all the more exposed wearing the skimpy skirt, stockings and heels. She was the club's whore and as he led her back to the table she'd just lost at he ordered her. "Under the table and get to work whore..."

This view was very different as she crawled to the middle to assess the tables occupants. She watched Trent retake his seat and the firm bulge showing in his pants. He wasn't the only one but she felt her hands and knees crawling toward him, until she kneeled between his shoes. As she looked up at his face, he smiled down on her, obviously pleased where she'd start her work.

"Only worship it, I'll have use of you later but I want to see the skill our club whore..."

Emily's fingers slid to his belt and zipper open as she pulled out his thick hard member. Her blonde hair was soon in his lap as her lips moved up and down his length. She softly moaned as she took him, lips and mouth wetting the throbbing swelling member. She pulled off to lick up and down, around the head and making his cock wet with her mouth. She laid it across her forehead as she lower and began kissing and softly sucking the balls filled with cum, no doubt destined for her body.

"Play with yourself as you work whore... I want you wet and ready for customers as they choose to use you.." he commanded as he free hand slipped down her belly to rub and finger her pussy.

She was soon familiar with his scent and flavor of the pre-cum she lapped up around his cocks head. She felt his hand slide down to her blonde hair and ease her off his member. "That's good... now get to work on the others..."

It was obvious the slurping sounds of her oral skills had further aroused the House patrons as two men side by side had with drawn out their cocks. She crawled to one and used her mouth while the other got to sample her soft small hands.

She worked the thick cock with erotic enthusiasm, paying her debt. She was rewarded minutes later as he filled her mouth with cum. She opened her mouth showing the load before this man said "Swallow and hand me your pen..."

She complied and felt he marker drawing the first line of many on her beautiful forehead. She crawled over to the man she'd been stroking and soon earned her second tally mark.

It took almost an hour to finish all the seated men at her table. She crawled back to Trent hoping he would use her again but instead he told her to "Get to work under the other tables..."

The night had progressed and most of the women were now collared and being used or abused. The men who were out of chips seemed the most eager to abuse the women. She watched as one of them flogged a woman that had be bound in a nearby frame. The woman had been the one to beat him and cause the loss of his chips, so when she was removed from the game he made sure to make her regret it.

The second table Emily worked had fewer patrons, the first of her customers made her titty fuck him as he played his cards. Her young ripe breasts slipped up and down his length, lubricated by her own lips only moments prior.

"Nice tits whore..." He commented as his load shot against her collared neck and dripped down on the chest he'd been throughly enjoying. The side of her left breast felt its first mark of the pen before she was back under the table sucking.

With the eighth line drawn on her forehead and another load of jizz down her throat Emily was pulled from under the table by her leash. The poker game had progressed to join everyone to one table with the remaining players.

"Bend the whore over that table... hands behind you slut..." One patron said forcing her against the card table. As she was bent face down and surrender her hands behind her back she felt the short skirt that had protected her thus far peeled up her ass cheeks. Hands tied her wrists together behind her back with rope before rolling her over on her back and pulling her ankles up on her next customers shoulders.

A thick meaty cock slammed against her wet mound as the cruel man smiled at her eager to be the first to claim this whore's pussy. His cock head parted her lips and she was bounced again and again against his thighs.

Another patron crawled up on her table grabbing her blonde locks and pulling her mouth to his member. They were using her two at a time now and she was truly feeling like a real whore.

Two lines soon joined the others as both men finished rather quickly. Emily's inner thigh receiving its first mark as she felt the man's load slowly seeping out of her. The man using her face had choose a cumshot that covered her lovely face instead of feeding her like most of the others had. Others soon replaced them and left the bound Emily to be used by all non-competing patrons.

She was straddling another guest working off her debt as the hours long poker contest came to a close. She bounced up and down riding his cock as the chips were all slid in front of Trent Stone. His gaze met hers as she bounced up and down, her big ample young tits bouncing with her. His blue eyes met hers with a deep look of 'I'm next...' She would be his next conquest after he finished his drink and she finished her customer.

She felt her customer finish inside her by roughly pumping up to meet her downward thrusts. Done, he shoved her off him and into the cushioned sofa they had been seated on. Leaving her panting, exhausted and utterly debased as a woman, another black line drawn on her inner thigh.

The next thing Emily felt was an unusual soft touch of a masculine hand. It trailed down her soft supple body rolling her on her back on the sofa. Trent sat down and carefully brushed her body with his fingers, as his eyes moved over her body.

A dozen lines had been drawn across her forehead to count the cocks she's sucked. Half that many streaked her inner thighs with two on the side of her breast and two on her plump pale ass. "You've been working hard... but we've only just begun with you..." Trent gripped her leash and pulled her up to her heels.

She thought there would more but he was soon leading her from the room and down the halls of House of Urvile. Instead of more humiliation and suffering he offered her the kindness of praise. "You did rather well in there... I'm impressed. You may indeed be able to repay your debt."

Her hands were still bound behind her as he lead her to a private room and then to a large plush bathroom. "Wash yourself, clean in every way and then come to the bedroom. You may take your time, I will return in an hour to put you in your sleeping arrangement." he untied her hands and left her with a soft kiss on the lips.

An hour later when he entered the private room Emily knelt in the floor with knees wide sitting back on her bare heels. Her arms were behind her fingertips touching opposing elbow in a pose she'd seen the other house slaves assume. Her body was washed and cleaned the grime and mess of her debt. The tally marks on her fair skin scrubbed away but the memories fresh in her mind.

"Again... you impress me Emily... House Slave Emily..." he repeated giving her a new title. "Let's put you to bed and we can start you working off the rest of your debt tomorrow..."

Her leash was again tugged as she silently crawled not to the bed but to the nearby closet. The door opened and inside a small cage, just large enough for her small body to lay on her side in. He opened the door and Slave Emily, the poker night whore, was put to bed with the closing of the lock and the darkness of the closet.