by Lou Kagan

Illustrations by Kagan

Originally Published in Latent Images Vol.  5, No.  12

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, F/mmf, bdsm, game, rope, gag, stripped, teased, group, climax, X

Rhonda had the winning hand.  She was sure of it.  She and Rod were the only two left in the game.  Bob and Kelly had folded.  They were down to their last strands of clothing.  As it was, Rhonda was wearing only her bikini briefs.  At this point Rod was clearly more interested in her than he was in the game.  Perhaps this distraction could work to her advantage.  He seemed to be hardly aware of the cards in his hand, and practically bored with winning.

Rhonda took a deep breath.  "I'll see you."

"With what?" Rod mused.  "You're out of chips."

Rhonda tugged nervously at her pink silk panties.  "Can I… open a line of credit?"

They all laughed.

"It looks like you're almost out of collateral!" leered Bob, as he gazed lecherously at her briefs.

Rhonda had begun to dislike Bob intensely.  He was attractive enough.  Young, sandy haired, with a muscular physique.  In fact, he looked downright magnificent clad only in blue briefs, a fact he was all too well aware of!

Rod was also quite good looking.  Dark featured, well-groomed mustache, approaching middle-age.  Unlike Bob, he was very quiet.  But his eyes said plenty.

Rod was the only one in the room fully clothed.  This had to change!

Rhonda looked down at her hand.  Four of a kind, and they were aces!  This game was hers for the taking.  She could not let it slip away.

"How about… double or nothing?  You name the stakes."

Rod studied his cards for a moment, unconsciously stroking his mustache.  The very image of Simon Lagree from old time melodrama.  But she could tell from the way he eyed his cards that he was not particularly impressed with them.

"All right," he finally responded.  "If you win, you get the pot, including the clothes on my back.  If I win. … " He looked up from his hand, his dark eyes bored into hers.  "If I win, I get you… for the evening… on my terms completely.  You'll be mine to do with as I wish."

Rhonda closed her eyes.  She felt a slight panic well up inside her.  What was she letting herself in for?  She looked once again at her cards.  This had to be the winning hand.  He was trying to intimidate her… to bluff her out of this moment of triumph!  Smug, silent Rod!  She had in her hands the opportunity to take away all his clothes in one game!  She just couldn't pass this one up!

"I'll see you!"

She spread her cards on the table face up.  Bob let go a low whistle.  He was visibly disappointed.

Kelly, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased.  Like Rod, she was quiet and calculating.  A tall, cool blonde who knew how to play her cards.  At this moment, however, she was wearing only bra and panty hose.  The rest of her clothing lay draped over a chair beside Rod.  Her green eyes flashed with anticipation at the prospect of this cock-sure male being thoroughly defeated and stripped by a fellow female!

Rod's eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, as he casually laid down his hand.  Kelly cursed, and Bob broke out laughing.  A royal flush!  Rhonda's heart began to pound!

For a few moments she sat in stunned silence.  Then, hesitantly, she looked up at Rod sitting back in his chair, studying his prize.  He said nothing.  He just sat, and looked.

Rhonda looked away.  Her eyes searched the other two players for some kind of moral support.  In Bob she found none.  He was enjoying this moment as much as Rod was.  But in Kelly she found sympathy.  That was all she needed.  She had a friend.  She mustered her courage and turned again to face her conqueror.

"Well?"

Slowly he handed her his empty glass.  She rose stiffly from her chair.  What a beautiful sight she was!  Tall, slender, nicely rounded in all the right places, with long brown hair cascading down her shoulders.  And clad only in the briefest pink panties!  Bob handed her his glass.

"Get your own!" Rhonda hissed like a cornered cat.  "Rod won the game, not you."

"Bob's my guest," Rod interjected.  "I expect you to show him some respect."

Rhonda bristled, but said nothing.  She took his glass and Kelly's and proceeded obediently to the bar.  She took this opportunity to pour herself a stiff shot of brandy.  The warm glow it produced helped reassure her the evening wasn't going to be so bad.  After all, they were all friends.  She knew them well.  They'd never do anything to harm her.  And this was just in fun.  She downed a second shot and looked over her shoulder.  They were still staring at her, and quite obviously pleased with what they saw.  She tugged self-consciously at her panties as though trying to cover another fraction of an inch of exposed flesh.

"Don't take all night, Rhonda!" Bob chided.

She placed the drinks on a tray, took a deep breath and returned to the poker table, trying to ignore their lecherous gaze.  Her hand trembled slightly as she handed the bourbon to Rod.  Bob had scotch on the rocks and Kelly had gin and tonic.  Rhonda hoped she got it right.

Rod sipped his bourbon and nodded his approval.  He then turned to the other two.  "Do you find her service satisfactory so far?"

Kelly nodded mercifully, which was more than she could expect from Bob.

"Not quite.  She… uh… " He thought for a moment and took another sip, obviously searching for something to complain about.  "She put too much ice in mine."

"Too much ice!" Rhonda exploded.  "Who do you think you are?  Prince Rainier?"

This outburst was precisely what Rod was hoping for.  "Rhoda!  I can't have you talking to my guests that way!  Turn around and touch your toes!"

"I will not!" Rhonda's reaction was that of shock.

"Rhonda."  Rod's voice was calm and cool.  "You don't seem to understand.  For the remainder of this evening.  You are mine.  You let me name the stakes.  Remember?"

"Yes.  but it was just a game.… "

"Wrong!" Rod's eyes flashed with anger for the first time.  "Poker is not JUST a game.  It's poker!  And you lost!  YOU ARE MINE TONIGHT!"

Rhonda deeded it prudent at this moment to placate his fantasy.  She reluctantly turned around and started to bend over.

Wait," Rod commanded, "I want you to stand in front of Bob, bend over, and touch your toes."

The leer on Bob's face was more than she could stand.  She turned to Rod and glared.

"GO TO HELL!"

The room fell silent.  Rod tried to suppress his smile.  He quietly rose from his chair and left the room.  Rhonda started for the chair on which her clothes were draped.  But Bob was closer.  He casually stepped between her and the chair.

Rhonda's mind was racing.  Things seemed to be getting out of hand.  And those two shots of brandy did nothing to improve her coordination.

Suddenly, Rod reappeared from the hall with a length of rope.  Desperately, she turned to Kelly who merely shrugged apologetically.

Rhonda fought back the panic growing inside her.  Now, more than ever, she must keep her cool.  Her only chance was to catch them off guard.
He gathered her hair at the top and tied one end of the rope around it.  Then he led her to a large leather reclining chair.  It was in a semi reclining position so the back was conveniently level with her hips.  As she stood behind the chair, he walked around it pulling her hair forward with the rope.  This forced her to bend over the back of the recliner.  He wrapped the end of the rope around the foot rest, drawing it tight.

Bob and Kelly circled the chair, surveying the helpless female form draped over the recliner, hands bound securely behind her back, her exquisitely rounded buttocks completely exposed… except for, of course, the very brief pink panties.  Again, Rod blocked Bob's anxious reach.

"Patience, Bob.  The first strokes must come from me."

Her legs were long and beautifully curved.  Her flesh jumped as Rod's warm hand gently touched the back of her thigh, his teasing fingers working their way up to those pink panties and the treasure they barely concealed.  He drew her panties upward so the crotch stretched tightly into her pussy.  As a reflex action her thighs squeezed together and the muscles of her buttocks tightened.  Through her gag one could almost hear her purr.  Bob was beginning to perspire.  "Rod, this is one very sweet ass!

"As my guest," Rod responded with a smile, "you are entitled to a sample… both of you."

Bob turned to Kelly, and to his surprise her eyes were glazed over as if in some lustful trance.

"But the first taste is mine."

He yanked her now moist panties downward.  He then greeted her freshly exposed bottom with a resounding slap which sent her legs kicking at the air.  Experimentally he slapped first one cheek, then the other, testing her responses.  Her rear twitched delightfully with each blow.  He repeated the procedure until her flesh acquired a pinkish glow.  He then bent over and kissed her on the base of her spine.  Finally, he stepped back and gestured hospitably to Bob.

Bob was visibly tense.  His hand trembled slightly as it touched the still tingling flesh of her buttocks.  They were so delightfully round and tender.  He gave them a hardy slap.  Rhonda lurched and screamed through her gag.

"Don't rush it, Bob," Rod cautioned.  "You'll find the effect much more pleasurable if you take your time.  Allow her senses to build up."

Bob knelt behind her.  He began lightly caressing her legs, squeezing, pinching, kissing, and biting where the flesh looked more sensitive.  Through her gag Rhonda was emitting an exasperated groan.  She was no longer kicking, rather her hips were rocking gently on the back of the recliner.

Kelly touched Rod's arm.  Her green eyes, burning with lust, fixed on his.  He wrapped his fingers in her hair, tightened them into a fist, and drew her to him.  His kiss was gentle, and his hands were strong.  Her lips melted into his.  Rod shifted his gaze to the squealing, moaning figure on the recliner.  Bob was alternately slapping and biting on her thighs and buttocks.

"Is it me you want?" Rod queried with a note of amusement in his voice.  "Or her?"

"Both!" Kelly was full of surprises tonight.

"To get me," Rod winked, "you'll have to win the game… just as I won her."

Her answer came without a moment's hesitation.  "Double or nothing… winner take all."

Rod had the most interesting assemblage of toys in his closet!  Cuffs, collars, chains, rings, and… well, well… whips!  Whips of every shape and size!  Everything she needed, Rod had it all.  And she had Rod!

After testing several whips, she selected a black leather quirt.  It was only about twenty-four inches long, thin and pliable with a wicked strip of leather at its tip.  With this she could deliver a sharp sting in precisely the right spot and with the exact intensity she wished.  She then selected two pair of leather wrist cuffs, two black leather leashes, each about four feet long, and two black leather studded collars.

When she returned to the living room, Rod had stripped down to his black briefs.  He was a delightful figure of a man.  He was of lighter build than Bob, and three inches taller.  But he was well muscled, and his chest was matted with a forest of black hair.  Kelly was quite partial to hairy-chested men.

Bob was fondling Rhonda.  She had been tied to a stiff-backed dining chair for the duration of the fateful game.  About six feet of rope wound tightly around her torso cutting deeply into her flesh.  Her ankles were tied to the front of the chair.  If she remained motionless and didn't breathe too deeply, the pain was minimized.  But who could sit still with Bob's hands pinching, squeezing, and tickling in the most sensitive areas?  To her relief his hands stopped abruptly.  Kelly had entered the room, but she was not the same woman who left after the game.  She had removed her bra and was now wearing a silk corset, burgundy in color, and black patent leather spike heels.  She still wore her panty hose, and in her hands, she held collars, leashes, and a quirt.  She had let her hair down and applied extra make-up, but the biggest difference was the look in her eyes.  During the poker game her face, like Rod's, had been almost expressionless.  Now her eyes seemed to burn with a curious mixture of cruelty and sexuality… much like a cat closing in on its prey.

She handed a collar to Rod.  He obediently fastened it around his neck.  Bob hesitated.

"I… I'm not really into this… " he stammered.

Kelly moved in close to Bob.  Her corset was very tight, and it forced her firm breasts high so the nipples protruded like two soft daggers.  One of them brushed against Bob's chest.  His forehead instantly beaded with perspiration.

"Of course, I didn't win you in a game as I did Rod.  So, you can leave if you wish."

Her lips offered freedom.  But her cool green eyes offered none.  Awkwardly, Bob grabbed the collar and placed it around his neck.

She handed Bob and Rod each a pair of wrist cuffs.  "After you've buckled these on your wrists, be sure to close the little padlocks so they are locked.  And, I will check them for tightness!"

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Bob grabbed Rhonda's arms and Rod gently took the clothing from her hands.  She was too shocked to struggle.  She looked at Kelly quizzically.

"On the coffee table," Kelly commanded.  "Face up."

Bob was elated as they carried Rhonda bodily to the coffee table and laid her across it.

Her hands were tied together and stretched above her head, her arms bending around the edge of the coffee table at one end.  There they were secured to the table legs.  Her legs were spread and tied to either side.

"Kelly, what's the matter with you!" she protested.  "Have you flipped?"

As the men tied Rhonda in place, Kelly stood over her, surveying her new possession.  Rhonda's state of helplessness seemed to make her even more appealing than before.  Her back arched uncomfortably on the polished walnut surface of the coffee table.  Her breasts drew taut from the pressure of her arms being stretched above her head.  The leather strip of Kelly's quirt danced playfully over one mound, then the other, then stopped to caress first one inverted nipple, then the other.  Rhonda twisted and strained instinctively.

"Kelly, please…"

"I can let you go if I decide to.  Isn't that right, Rod?"

Rod nodded reluctantly.  "What's mine is yours," he acknowledged.

"I can also gag you if I decide to."

The leather thong glided tauntingly over her extended torso, tickling mercilessly at the smooth skin now stretched tight over her rib cage.  It brushed leisurely down her taut diaphragm.  Her flesh twitched to its touch.

"What I decide to do depends largely on you.  Shall I gag you?"

The thong brushed her lips.

"No… " Rhonda's voice was uncertain.

"Like Rod, I prefer a quiet girl.  But I'd rather not gag you if it's not necessary.  Will it be necessary?"

"No… " Rhonda swallowed.  Clearly, she had no choice but to submit to whatever Kelly had in mind.

Suddenly Kelly began to laugh.  "You know, something has just occurred to me.  I'm the only one in this room who is free.  Let's drink to my freedom!  Rod, champagne for everyone!"

Rod selected his favorite bottle from the bar and opened it.  "Forget the glasses," Kelly instructed.

As she took the bottle, she ordered both men to their knees, one on either side of Rhonda.  She locked their wrists behind them, clipping the leather wrists cuffs together.

As they waited patiently, Kelly took the first drink from the bottle.  Not a dainty sip but a large hardy gulp.  Again, she broke out laughing.

"Not very lady-like, am I?  Now are my pets thirsty?  You've been so patient."

Holding the bottle high, Kelly began to pour.  As the bubbly liquid splashed into Rhonda's navel, she let out a yelp.

"Hush," Kelly commanded.  "Do we need to gag you?"

"N-no… I'm sorry.  Please, Kelly, don't do this to me."

"That's what I like to hear.  Now be a good girl while I give my pets a drink."

Champagne flowed all over Rhonda's body, over her breasts, down her diaphragm, into her navel, and a liberal shot splashed on her pubic hairs and onto her thighs.  Rhonda gritted her teeth, her body straining and lurching at the strange sensations this bubbling liquid produced on her skin.  Then came the final dreaded command.

"Drink up."

Bob went right for the pubic mound, now sparkling with effervescence.  He yelped and jerked upright as the leather quirt left its mark on his buttocks.

"Forbidden zone," Kelly cautioned gently.  "Nobody touches the twat till I give the word.  The rest of Rhonda, however, is yours to enjoy.  Drink up!"

Kelly's 'pets' did a very thorough job, licking and sipping from every curve and crevice.  Rhonda's lithe body lurched and twisted wildly as she struggled to keep her voice down.  Whenever a 'pet' got too close to the 'forbidden zone' Kelly administered the quirt.  Her stroke was precise and intense.  Before long, Rod had two marks across his back, and Bob had six.  Kelly surmised that Bob's more abundant collection of marks were not due to negligence but rather an inner need and greater capacity for endurance.  Rhonda's groans and sobs became increasingly louder, her breathing more rapid.  Kelly was fully aware of the mind-bending sensations Rhonda was now experiencing.

Rod stole a quick glance up at his Mistress.  Her eyes were half closed, the tip of her tongue unconsciously caressing her upper lip, her eyes glazed over in a half open expression of erotic ecstasy.  It was as though her mind was linked with her victim.

At her first orgasm, Rhonda could no longer control herself.  Her scream was a fully unrestrained cry of ecstasy.  The leather thong slapped her thigh.  Both men looked up.  Kelly's whip hand was trembling, her other hand stroking her own thigh sensually.  Their curious gaze was greeted by a series of furious lashes from a Mistress whose privacy had been imposed upon.  Bob cringed, shaking and whimpering, his back to his Mistress, his face to the floor.  Gently, she stooped to caress his sandy hair like a mother reassuring her child that he was still loved.  Her gentle hand became a fist.  Gripping his hair firmly, she guided him to a kneeling position between Rhonda's knees.

She then gave the long-awaited command: "Drink."

Drink he did, like a well-trained dog lapping wine from a silver goblet.  Again, Rhonda screamed.  Each scream was answered by a stroke of the quirt across her belly or thigh.  As a woman, Kelly could sense when Rhonda was approaching the point of orgasm.  She placed the tip of the quirt discreetly between Bob's lips and Rhonda's vagina.  Ignoring Rhonda's anguished pleas, she walked over to where Rod knelt, obediently observing the orgy.  She stood over him so his face was just beneath her throbbing cunt.

For a brief moment time stood still, both men poised motionless, obediently waiting.  She took one long, lustful look at Rhonda, her helpless body streaked with red welts and glistening with perspiration.  Her eyes locked on Kelly's, begging… waiting.

Kelly closed her eyes and swallowed hard.  Her voice was a whisper as she gave her final command: "Drink!"