Of all the enemies Silver Wolf had made through her exploits in hacking, she’d never imagined that the ones who would finally corner her came from an intergalactic gambling company.

The only thing she’d actually done wrong in this instance was trolling a couple of forum posters who whined about… pull rates in a gacha game. Complaining about how they never won their fifty-fifties, always screaming about some zombie girl breaking their pity chances, and raging that they didn’t get enough in-game currency to power up the few characters they did pull. It was a bit of a drag when she was just trying to look at some fanart and memes…

Silver Wolf figured she’d just mess with the servers a bit to rile them up. Rig the rates in her favor, so she could post a video of her getting ten characters of the highest rarity in ten pulls, then push it to the top of every online board in the universe. All she wanted to do was see them rage a little – and if she was lucky, provoke them to spew enough obscenities that they’d get themselves banned.

Apparently, the game’s developers weren’t convinced that a notorious hacker had managed to get “lucky” enough to hit a 1 in 1.5 trillion chance. They swiftly banned her account… to which Silver Wolf responded by hacking into their servers and unbanning it. She continued escalating the situation up until she decided to start rigging other people’s pulls as a bit of petty retaliation.

When it became clear that they couldn’t beat her online, that was when they sent agents after her in the real world. It was easy enough to dodge the first dozen or so. She had enough hideouts to jump between, so them being able to catch up to her was never a real concern – and enough tricks prepared and traps laid that humiliating each and every one of the nerds who came after her was child’s play.

The… annoying part about it was the fact that they had practically infinite resources. These people ran the most profitable businesses in the universe – and when the majority of those were gambling… they happened to have quite a bit of money and manpower. There were always at least a dozen of their agents on her tail, and even if they were incompetent enough to run head-first into her traps, it still caused Silver Wolf considerable problems. She’d wake up in the middle of the night to a notification that one of the idiots had run straight into a trash compactor that she’d aether-edited to look exactly like what they thought her hideout was. Or get an urgent pop-up of another incident which interrupted a run that was on world-record pace.

It slowly wore at the hacker as her frustrations grew. She grew sloppy out of the numerous distractions, and with her mind busy thinking of how best to rid herself of their nuisances once and for all…

She’d made a simple yet devastating slip up. Installing the latest gacha game and rerolling until she got something good… only to never touch the game again three days later was a habit of hers. What she’d forgotten was who published these games. Her system immediately detected the malware that came with the mediocre game – but the damage had already been done. It would take a microsecond to ping her location, and every agent of that aggravatingly gambling-obsessed company would be red-hot on her tail.

The hacker thought she had at least a minute to pack up the barest of necessities and wipe the devices she’d have to leave behind before making a run for it. But be it because of the sheer volume of agents, bad luck, or simply just fate, one of them just so happened to be waiting outside her back door.

Dealing with one of them wasn’t the problem for Silver Wolf. She could easily switch her weapon, Prometheus, to its blade form and force close his efforts in an instant. The bigger issue was the fact that she could only deal with them one-at-a-time as they poured into the alleyways of this once-forgotten city in astonishing numbers. Rushing her from multiple directions when she could only swing her quantum blade in so many arcs was quickly getting out of hand – and even switching her weapon to its cannon form to blast groups of them away had limited ammunition. She couldn’t afford to slip up once..!

And yet she did. Literally. Most of her hobbies and missions could be done from the comfort of a computer, or at worst, from the perspective of a hologram that she sent out to do the dirty work for her. Even though Silver Wolf had avoided the curse of being equipped with high heels for physical scenarios, all it took was a simple misstep – a twist of the ankle – for her to tumble to the ground.

Her entire body plummeted into a surface that she wished could’ve been grass, but the cold, solid stone beneath her was far less welcoming, especially once the men began to pile onto her to pin her body down. Her shaking and struggling limbs were pulled at and pressured down, until her hectic resistance was reduced to mere, tense jolts of her small muscles.

“H-Hey!” Her first verbal objection was to the man who pulled Prometheus off of her arm. “That thing costs more than you do!”

“Then selling it will be a good start to your punishment.” The woman’s eyes widened in fury, pulling a little harder against her assailants in response. “Miss Silver Wolf… you have violated our company’s Terms of Service to a considerable degree. It was one thing to hack into other players’ accounts. It was another entirely to defraud and devalue our product with your juvenile antics in an effort to enrage us and other users.”

Even in her… unpreferable predicament, the hacker couldn’t help but crack a prideful smile as the man reminded her of just how funny both of those had been.

“Taking things into our own hands in this capacity is unusual for us. But you’ve committed such a great deal of crimes that the IPC is willing to look the other way… should an interested third-party punish you in a suitable capacity.”

The hacker looked up in partial confusion… and almost amusement. “Seriously? My bounty’s at over five billion credits. What kind of idiot would pass up on that?”

Grips tightened around her body, and a few stares were shared among the group. Almost as though they expected one another to be tempted by that incredibly large price-tag on the physically small woman.

“...For one, I believe you’ll make us more than double that amount in a single year. And secondly… you’ll make a good example for anyone who even thinks about messing with our quarterly profits.”



Silver Wolf couldn’t help but let out a simple taunt that she’d come to regret in the coming weeks.

“Really? How will you possibly manage that?”



The man simply smiled.

—-

“Get a move on, Silver Bunny! Our favorite customers are getting thirsty!”

Silver Wolf had received enough lecherous stares at her bound body, firmly hugged by the curves of a skintight bunnysuit, to know that these casino-goers were always thirsty. She responded to the demeaning name with a garbled moan and a glare towards the bartender – unable to do more than that given the thick, rubber dildo that was just about forced down her throat.

One heeled step at a time, the hacker-turned-servant would have to work off the debt of both money and humiliation she owed to the company. A tray carrying beverages was lashed around her abdomen with the help of a leather harness tightly encircling her upper body. Her stiff shoulders shifted slightly under the pressure of the armbinder keeping her hands locked away from any devices she could crack to turn around her predicament. As long as she couldn’t contact her allies, then the helpless hacker was little more than a waitress to be toyed with.

And an asset to be used for profit.

Enthusiastic gamblers picked up their drinks from her tray with one hand and explored her body with the other. Fingers picked at the edges of her suit before descending into touches and gropes – each of which Silver Wolf was entirely unable to escape from. The chains binding her ankles to one another with little room for give were enough of an impediment, let alone the strict heels locked onto her feet that made every step uncertain and wobbly. And if her footing wasn’t unstable enough already…

The vibrators shoved into and against her most sensitive areas proved to be a far bigger distraction than she ever could’ve imagined. They were supposed to stay on a low frequency, so as to not completely impede her work, but the wired controllers were held in a very obvious strap lashed around her thigh. All it took was a curious set of fingers and a devious idea for anyone in the casino to reach down, pull the remote out, and mess with the settings as they pleased.

And when she’d tried complaining about it at the end of a long shift? The owner simply made it a promotion: pay ten thousand credits for the right to change them. But that wasn’t even the worst of the ways she was being used to draw in revenue. One of the hands resting on her ass gave her a small pull forward, and helplessly bound as she was, the woman had little choice but to follow its lead.

She took a seat at the high-rollers table – though obviously her place was on the lap of a man as lustful as he was greedy. His thinning stack of chips explained why he was so rough with the hand wrapped around her body, squeezing her modest chest like it was something to take his stress out on. The man tossed a hundred thousand credit chip to the dealer – the cost of having the bunnygirl on your lap for a round – before leaning back and wrapping his arm around her waist.

“C’mon, girl…” He whispered, taking his mind off the terrible hand he’d been dealt. “Make it interesting. Struggle.”

Silver Wolf had learned quickly that the people who asked her to do that didn’t actually want her to struggle – as in kicking her heels into their shins until they pushed the woman off of themselves out of shock. They certainly wouldn’t tip her after that – sometimes even stealing a few chips off her tray in retaliation – and given her debt of fifty one billion credits owed, she needed just about anything she could get.

The fact that she only got ten percent of that hundred thousand meant she had to earn her tips. Her hips shook up and down in “defiance”, bouncing against his lap before she threatened to lean away from it. The man’s grip tightened, as expected, and she gave a few compulsory moans in resistance. Then, she simply shook from side-to-side, as though to try and shake the man off of her, stretching her arms and legs in apparent frustration with a few groans.

Slowly, her effort subsided as the man used his other arm to feel up her body and strengthen the hold on her, before her body finally settled down in apparent defeat. The blush and subtle squirms thereafter were genuine – making her body move in such a way with these debuffing devices equipped and vibrating made that inevitable – but the helpless, pleading look she shot over her shoulder was simply the last of her acts.

The quest was cleared with ease. A lecherous smile formed on the man’s face, as he folded his cards and focused the entirety of his attention onto Silver Wolf. He flicked another chip to the dealer for payment, before both of his hands rose to the woman’s chest in gluttonous desire. His hands devoured the small breasts that the woman had – squeezing their entire surface easily with his palms. He even went so far as to pinch her nipples beneath the leather of the bunny suit – to which Silver Wolf let out a loud moan in objection to..!



“Heh.” The man let out a simple sound, before “apologizing” by placing a chip on her tray. Pushing his luck a little further, the man dialed up the vibrators fastened along her thighs, enjoying the sight of the authentic jerks and movements as she tried to ignore their pleasurable torment…

Only when a handler arrived with a leash, was Silver Wolf finally drawn away from this man’s perverted embrace. The suited man clipped the leather lead to her collar – marking her as “Property” of the Gamblers’ Associated Casino, Hotel, and Amenities – and only after some hesitation and a few last gropes from the man whose lap she rested in, was she finally released from his embrace.

A glance to the clock confirmed Silver Wolf’s suspicions. It was about time to announce the winner of the Weekly Raffle… with herself, as the top prize. Gamblers interested in a single night alone with the girl bought tickets by the thousands. Everyone seemed to want to be the lucky winner, and it had to bring in a mind-boggling amount of revenue.

If the casino was feeling generous and the customer was left satisfied, maybe one percent of that would go to her debts. It’d barely be enough to offset the interest accruing on her balance, but Silver Wolf was in no position to negotiate her pay.

Seeing just how little progress she was making in her predicament was almost enough for her to want to cry and moan in frustration – especially when someone paid the premium to “upgrade” her to vibrating dildos for the rest of the night. Losing all control over her body, struggling helplessly as she was brought to climax over and over to satisfy the twisted pleasures of an eager man who saw her as less a human and more a toy was demoralizing. Her body constantly ached from having to spend nearly twenty-four hours a day in restraints – and getting the specialty food to alleviate her pain and any other problems arising from her endless servitude came at a cost that spiraled her only deeper in debt.

All of this, just because she trolled a gacha’s developers? It was all objectively unfair, regardless of the crime she’d committed…

Yet, as she was led to the front of the casino, before a massive screen that had an advertisement of her face and body to bait people into spending more, there was a strange feeling bubbling up in her mind. Even with how frustrating it all was… it was almost… fun?

It was like fighting a boss that took dozens of tries to beat in a difficult game. The odds were all stacked against her – rigged, even – and yet that made the prospect of victory all the sweeter. She had yet to find a game that she couldn’t eventually get the top score on, nor was there one she couldn’t hack. This one would just require a different set of skills: social engineering, loopholes instead of exploits, tricks over code injections…

Finally brought before a crowd of admirers, each with their own, individual fantasies of what they’d do with her, Silver Wolf formulated a set of strategies in her mind. She shyly gazed out towards the crowd, shoulders struggling softly while the stumbles in her step were a bit more forced than usually. Most of them would eat up a cute, innocent girl well out of her depth, wouldn’t they? Show her a little sympathy – give her a little extra after they’d had their fun… maybe even opt to loosen her restraints a smidge or two, after she complained about how tight they were..?

The woman smirked as she stared out upon the crowd, who eagerly put in their last scraps of credits for a few extra tickets.

This game would end no differently than all the other ones she’d beaten.