Christine was once again wandering the floor of the casino, still unable to find either of her friends, Maureen or Lisa. She thought she might try another change of clothes in the mean time. Gambling could be so boring sometimes especially when one was winning time after time after time. Lady luck and a good mind for probability can indeed give one a slight edge. So a little break in the scheme of things would be appropriate. In fact she looked forward to a new set of special clothes since her body was really becoming arousal by the unique feel of the fetish garb she was wearing. The black velvet cat suit was really something to purr about. Many times she caught herself rubbing and stroking herself as well as rubbing up against people she stood next to. They didn't mind having such an exotic cat woman rubbing herself up against them, what man or free spirited woman would. A few times she even let a little sensuous meow echo from her lips. But it was all in fun, and it was about time to try something new. Maybe something in a bright red leather or shiny latex would do nicely.

She was just about to walk back inside the garment boutique when something strange caught her eye.

An old man was walking around a corner holding one end of a leash. The rest of it seem to stretch around a corner. A couple of times the dark leather leash would go slack and then taut as if he was half leading and half dragging something. It wasn't until that something turned the corner that Christine saw what "it" was.

"It" was a she. And "she" was an immaculately dressed and made-up French Maid. She was dressed in the stereotype uniform of black satin. It had a tight bodice and a short skirt which billowed out with layer upon layer of fluffy white short petticoats. The dress was all trimmed out in white lace with a very low neck line displaying her well endowed womanly assets that seem to quiver ever so inviting with every dragged step she took. She had on the standard little white apron around her waist and its corresponding white maid's cap upon her very blond unswept style hair. The reason the man was part dragging her was because she had on a pair of very high black shinny stiletto heels, over a corresponding black pair of lovely fishnet stockings. The combination of extreme shoes and chic nylons made her legs look ever so sleek, curvy and alluring. It was obvious that she was not used to walking in such bizarre footwear because she was forced to take quick mincing steps whenever she was dragged forward. But in her current condition that was the least of her worries.

Even though her maid-like presence was quite eccentric in and of itself, what made it all the more eye catching, and for some reason exciting for Christine to watch, was that she was also in severe bondage as well. Her arms where held tightly behind her in a black leather single-glove. The leather formed itself tightly around her entire arms from the tip of her pod-like squashed hands to almost the very depth of her armpits, with her elbows squeezed tightly together. The leather was so tight and thin that one could almost see when her arm muscles made an involuntary twitch of discomfort beneath it.

Her face was made up very fetchingly with eye makeup that gave her those big puppy dog eyes. But her lower face, just below her cute little pixie shaped nose, was wrapped with a tight leather strap that extended right down to the very tip of her chin. From the drop of the girl's jaw Christine could see that her mouth was bountifully packed with some sort of mouth stretching material. And the strap that went around her head to hold it all firmly in place was so tight that the top and bottom edges of the black thick leather etched deeply into her checks as her soft cherub flesh spilled over it's buried edge.

Christine found the girl's expression a bit unsettling too. Her eyes showed she was in extreme discomfort bordering on pain. But at the same time, embossed on the front of that black leather gag was a set of big red smiling lips. It's effect on the casual viewer, and Christine, was one of mixed emotions. Part of her was sympathetic to the poor girl's condition, but at the same time she found herself arousal and excited by the comical smiling bound serving wench she saw expertly displayed before her. The old man pulled the leash again forcing the maid to move faster behind him. She saw the other end of the leash was connected to a shiny chrome ring on a wide leather collar around her neck. The collar forced her head erect and staring forward. Christine also saw something engraved on that collar too, a name . . . "Fluffy".

The old man stopped a few feet in front of Christine and allowed his distressed domestic to catch up to him and to have a little rest before continuing. She just stood there, shapely erect and very still. Her weight firmly planted on her closely held together aching feet. Her chest and bulging breasts moving up and down from her rapid shallow breathing, no doubt due in part to her severely bound arms, but mostly from what looked like an extremely rigid and rib crushing corset. Christine wondered why any woman would allow herself to be dressed, bound and dominated like this. But given the bizarre atmosphere and people she had seen so far, this strange scene before her did not seem to out of character for a place like this. The old man began taking stock of the girl as she remained steadfast at attention. He walked around her touching her body, her clothes and bondage. Then he did something that surprised even Christine. He reached under the maids frothy skirt and did something between her legs. Immediately the girl went wide eyed and a heavy moan of distress echoed from her over-stuffed mouth. There was a brief silence in the casino and Christine heard it, a buzzing sound coming from under the poor girls frothy petticoats. Christine knew what the old man did and why the bound maid reacted as she did. There was something vibrating inside the girl, hidden underneath that white wavy sea of ruffled lace. And she could only wonder if the pulsating device was nestled firmly inside the maidservant wet pussy or deeply plugged butt. Or if she was a lucky girl, both!

She overheard the old man talking to his pretty bound serving wench in a calm tone of voice, "It's time to go Fluffy. We must hurry else we'll be late for the party. And we cannot be late for a party that you will be spending a good deal of time serving hors d'oeuvres and drinks before being used as the party sex toy. Now can we Fluffy?" Christine watched as the old man tugged at the leashed maid and they both walked away into the casino. She could hear the poor bondage maid moan and groan as they left. Christine began to wonder if the poor girl was moaning out of what she expected was going to happen to her at that party, or to her present severely restrained and buzzing condition. Such thoughts only made Christine more aroused and she felt a little dampness between her own legs. It took a few moments for Christine to regain her composure. As she turned to look back at where those two people came from, she noticed a sign on a wall. She walked up to it to see what it said. When she got close enough she saw that it was a commercial sign inviting people to venture down the hall and see the remarkable make-overs that the casino's expert staff were able to accomplish. Being curious with a lot of time on her hands Christine wandered down the hall and into a reception room for those make- overs.

The room was nicely decorated but nothing outlandish. In the center of the room sat a receptionist dressed all in hot pink rubber. Her name was Bunny and she welcomed Christine inside. Bunny looked like the proverbial big breasted blonde bimbo. She was very pleasant in a high voiced air-head kind of way. She had big blonde hair, heavy make-up, gaudy jewelry, a short very exposed dress with nothing under it, and a matching pair of shiny pink high-heel shoes. She seemed very self-absorbed in filing her nails while chewing and popping her bubble gum, with her mouth open. Christine just grinned and giggled to herself at a passing thought she had as to whether Bunny was really this way or somehow forced to act like this due to some financial debt she incurred in the casino. The casino did have some strange ways in requiring their patrons to pay their debt. Bunny then invited Christine to look around at the "before" and "after" pictures that were all around the room.

Christine found the visual adventure quite enlightening, not to mention arousing too. There were many pictures mostly of women and some men undergoing some sort of make-over that bordered on a complete transformation. The men all seem to be transformed into serving girls like maids and waitresses. Nothing really fantastic just a bunch of men in drag. Some looked good, and others definitely didn't, as once again Christine's giggle noted.

But Christine was far more interested in the women. For it seemed that the "before" and "after" pictures made a much more "erotic" impression on her than the men. She was beginning to wonder if she had some lesbian leaning or just enjoyed seeing good looking women made into submissive sex objects. The "before" pictures where all the same type, a woman photographed from the waist up, some in fetish wear, most not, and all sporting a relaxed warm happy smile. These women all seemed to be quite capable, intelligent and well groomed. They looked like executives, secretaries, college coeds, lawyers, and in general, your basic high caliber rolemodels of today's women. Christine could not make out anything that showed a weird or kinky interest at all. But the "after" pictures seemed to be totally reverse of that image. In fact, the difference was so striking that she seriously thought that maybe these beautiful women were tricked or forced into these so-called "make-overs".

As Christine walked around looking at the pictures there seemed to be a theme related to the "after" photos. They all showed the women in either submissive roles of servitude or made to look like some stereotype male fantasy slut. There were the french maids, waitresses, harem slave girls, bimbos and dolls. All dressed in erotic clothing of latex and leather. Some were in bondage and some were not. She found the pictures of that french maid Fluffy. The "after" picture matched her recent in the flesh image to a tee. The "before" picture however showed a brunette not a blond with her hair flowing sedately down and around her shoulders. She wore a demure white cotton sun dress with a high neck line. The dress seemed to flow around her and did nothing to show off her otherwise strained sexy silhouette as in the "after" photo. She had a warm inviting smile that echoed class, charm and optimism. She could be anyone's upper class young wife, or a youthful socialite with a dedication to raising money for some worthy charity. She look like she had the world by the tail, without a care. Quite the opposite of her distressed, agonizing, expression of helplessness with teary pleading eyes of mercy as seen in the "after" image.

Christine continued her tour and saw dignified women turned into chained harem girls. They wore the abbreviated costume of an Arab slave girl with sheer billowy pantaloons and tight multicolored halter that forced their breast up and out. Their wrists, arms and legs bound with snug fitting metal cuffs with shiny gold chains that hobbled and restrained them. Their restraints prevented them from escaping, but it also made it difficult for them to defray the curious male hand in heat. Their heads where covered with an opaque veiled material that only left their eyes visible. Christine knew that behind those veils of anonymity was a stuffed mouth packed to mind-exploding silence and held firm in by miles of cloth wrapped tightly around their lips and head. But their eyes told it all. They seemed to scream 'Help Me!', 'Please let me go!', 'This is wrong, I made a mistake, I beseech you, I beg you, Please, Let Me Go!'.

Oh yes, their eyes spoke volumes to Christine. Not only for freedom, for the chance to go back to their old life, to the "before" pictures, but on how they where betrayed. Betrayed by a close friend, a relative or a loving soulmate. How they where lied to, coerced and forced into this sexually perverted world of power, domination and submission. Christine could see it all in their eyes. And it made her pussy so excitedly wet!

Christine came across another set of pictures. The "before" showed a doe eyed young college girl from the University of Michigan, at least that's what her sweat shirt said in the picture. She seem the atypical healthy, athletic coed. She had dark shoulder length hair, bright brown eyes, an air of accomplished intelligence and a big energetic smile, ready for whatever life was to throw at her. Except for possibly what she became in the "after" picture.

The "after" picture showed her dressed as one of those casino waitresses Christine seen down on the main floor of the casino, or a slight variation thereof. Instead of Caesar's standard Roman toga uniform with high heel sandals and tall hair, this girl had on a kind of white Playboy bunny costume with a serving tray strapped to and hanging from her body. On her head was the cute fuzzy long bunny ears with one ear bent over to the side while the other stood straight up. She had on a collar, but her's was a wide black leather one embossed with the name "Flopsy". Her arms wore shoulder length white latex gloves that where bound behind her back at wrists and elbows with thin tight black leather straps. On her feet were not the standard high heel sandals, but ankle boots that forced her to stand and walk on her toes like a ballerina. They were made from shiny white patent leather with a short tether chain connecting them. Her body was encased in the famous Playboy bunny suit except hers was again slightly modified and made from white leather.

Flopsy's suit had built-in bra cups like a bustier to lift and separate her obviously above average breasts. But they where also made of less material so, in her case, not only were the tops of her soft malleable tit flesh freely exposed, but also both of her nipples and aureoles too. Her torso was so firmly compressed by the corset-like garb that it not only kept her silhouette firmly displayed and erect, but shaped it into a comic book type over-the-top image of a voluptuous female sex object that young boys, and grown men, drooled over.

But poor Flopsy's makeover didn't stop there. In a mock token of surreal sadistic pleasure and satire, the bunny theme was carried out to an even grandeur scale for this "once upon a time" liberated college coed. What seemed to be an image of a bunny girl eating a carrot was in fact a large carrot gag forced deep into her mouth. Her thick ruby red lips were stretched wide and taut around the bright orange carrot as its green garnish dangled out in front. Two smaller carrot-like objects swung burdensomely from her freshly pierced and ringed nipples. Another carrot similar to her gag but much, much bigger was grievously forced deep into the bunny girl's pussy. This time however, only the long green stalks were seen on the outside between her puffy strained pussy lips. And from the back where her cute white fuzzy bunny tail rested so sedately, one could only imagine how said tail held its firm position on the backside of the exotic serving bunny girl.

The final object of erotic servitude to Flopsy's uniform was a serving tray. With her arms bound behind her the tray had to be mounted to her waist with a strap that circled and cinched around her tightly compressed waist and her lower bound arms. Another strap shaped like a "Y" held the front of the tray level by being fastened to a ring hanging from her collar.

Christine began to fantasize having Flopsy follow her around the casino with her drink and gambling winnings atop the tray. The poor girl would be in dire torment trying to keep up with her mistress while maintaining her balance and not spilling her mistress's drink or money. At the same time having to bear the physical pain and humiliation of having three main orifices violently assaulted and put on public view. Her pierced nipples painfully stretched by the swinging weights of her "what's up doc" carrots and the muscle spasms of having her feet forcefully distorted and made to walk in foot wear that was beyond normal human endurance. Oh such mind visions were beginning to make Christine so unbelievably horny. No longer did she feel sadness or empathy for the plight of these victimized women. All she felt now was lust. Heart pounding, pussy gushing, orgasmic screaming lust.

Christine slowly moved forward. Her soft velvet hands roaming over her body, her hips and thighs, between her legs and squeezing her beckoning breasts. A soft moan of pleasure flowed slowly from her full pouting lips. She looked off to the side and saw a wide display of more "before" and "after" pictures called "Dolls". She found herself drifting seductively in that direction.

Again, more "before" pictures with different women, but never-the-less all these women were of above average character and beauty. But again, these women too were unknowingly deceived. The "after's" were again sexually surreal. These women were made up, dressed and posed on little elevated display stands like dolls.

There was Fifi the rubber french maid. She was completely covered in layer after layer of polished tight rubber, not a single patch of flesh was exposed, only her eyes. She was posed on her stand, smiling, leaning a bit forward, a serving tray in her hands with a bottle of wine and two glasses on it. A sign at the base of the stand read "For Sale" and then a number to call.

Next to her was a nurse. She had big blonde frizzy hair with a nurse's cap pinned to the top. She wore a very tight and very short nurse's uniform. Her basketball size tits strained the fabric to almost bursting. And the hem of her dress was so short that Christine could see her pussy lips. Lips that held something opaque, fat and round strained between them. She had the standard bimbo made up face that denoted a surprised air-head lived inside. Another sign at the bottom read "Nurse Big Tits For Sale" and again another different phone number.

Another doll on a stand. She was the epitome of the California beach girl. Long bleached blonde straight down hair. A big sunshine smiling face. She wore only a very small bikini that did nothing to hide her sexy bombshell body. Massive tits and ass with a diminutive waist in between. Nipples and pussy lips could easily be seen poking through the electric orange of the fabric which make a strikingly contrast to her dark brown sun-tanned skin. She was posed seductively on her stand with her legs together, one hand on her hip and the other behind her head as her body formed a very erotic lazy "S". Again, a sign at the bottom offered Beach Bunny Barbie for sale, but this time a single word was written boldly across it, "Sold!" There was a prostitute doll too called Hooker Kate. Tits and ass poured into a skin tight black and red accented latex dress. She wore hip-high black and red laced up 6 inch heel boots. Her arms encased in matching shoulder length latex gloves. Her face and big red hair were heavily made up to reflect her street tramp lifestyle. She too was posed on her display stand like she would if she stood on a street corner waiting for a john. And once more the sign offering to sell and phone number were there, but again this one had some more writing on it, "Sale Pending". More and more "after" pictures of women dressed and posed as various life-sized fantasy sex toys were spread across the "Dolls" display. All for sale and a good number of them already sold. Each one was making Christine more and more aroused. And then she came to a final photo of the series. A photo that had no "before" picture and the "after" picture was just a photo of the stand, some sort of clear human shaped plastic shell with a face painted on it and a plastic rod or pole sticking half way up from the stand with two what looked like clear dildo shaped rods attached to it. It took a bit of time for Christine to ponder, especially as worked up as she was, but then it hit her. Big Time! And in more ways than one.

She went back to the first "after" picture and looked more intently, then the second, and the third. There, she pointed her finger at the right shoulder of the beach bunny girl. And then back to nurse big tits, there on her chest just above her deep cleavage, and again on her left labia lip. Christine stood back from the display board and took it all in. What it really meant. Why they were all called "Dolls".

All of them, all of the women were encased in that clear plastic rigid shell. A shell with a smiling woman's face painted on it and eye holes to see through. She could see it in the pictures. A slight reflective sheen picked up by the angle of the light and the camera. One had to look hard for it, but it was there, proof positive. And then again she could see it in the women's eyes. The hopelessness, the terror, the pleading, the begging, the praying for help. And the betrayal. All above mouth full gags with painted pouting lips on them.

Somehow these women where encased in that unyielding plastic cocoon, dressed in a male fantasy costume, and then put on that deliciously evil displayed stand. One monstrous dildo forced deeply into their hopefully wet pussy, the other shoved far up between tightly clenching ass cheeks. The vast majority of their weight resting on those plugs and that narrow crescent shaped short rail that connected those malevolent probes buried brutally inside them. Their feet barely touching the floor and acting only as balance.

How long, she thought, where those women forced to remain like erotic bizarre display dummies. Then another wild thought crossed her sinister mind. She wondered how Maureen would look as a Hooker Kate doll, she sure had the tits for it. Or Lisa as that Rubber French Maid, totally encased in taut rubber with a forever passive smile on her obedient lips. Christine's hand was busy rubbing her dark velvet crotch, her panties now damp with her oozing sex juice, as she further thought and stared at those two dolls with Maureen and Lisa inside of them.

Bunny continued to file her nails and pop her bubble gum oblivious to the orgasmic moans coming from Christine, a short distance behind Bunny's receptionist's desk.

When Christine regained her composure, a few minutes and a second orgasm later, she was glad no one else was in the room. Although she didn't have a single exhibitionist bone in her body, she knew she would not have been able to stop the waves of orgasm that hit her if other people were present with her. For some reason she did not count Bunny as a viable human being. She moved to another picture and was startled by what she saw. It was a picture of a girl friend of hers she met in college. Or once upon a time girl friend. Her name was Blair. A very attractive and sexy young woman. In fact, it was her looks that Blair used to steal Christine's boyfriends away from her. With her long flowing brunette hair. Her mesmerizing innocent brown eyes. A drop dead voluptuous womanly figure. Blair had it all and in Christine's mind, she could still see Blair dressed in tight clothes that highlighted her big full perky breasts, flat stomach and round hips. She could also see her taking away her boyfriends with her puton sexy trailer trash tramp personality. Christine really hated Blair and seeing her here, in Vegas, and in this make-over place made Christine feel all warm inside. But Christine was looking at a "before" picture of a smiling, attractive woman with long black hair and pouting red lips. She did not see any "after" picture, just an empty place where the "after" picture is suppose to go. A vacant place and a name tag below it. A name that sent a chill of terror and satisfying revengeful erotic pleasure shooting throughout Christine's body.

Christine walked to Bunny and asked where the "after" picture was to that particular displayed woman. Bunny, in her usual bimbo fashion, told Christine that she, Blair, was in transition in one of the back rooms and if she wanted to go and watch her transition, it would be Ok. Then Bunny pointed to another hallway at the far side of the room. Christine was beaming with excitement in being able to watch her pseudo friend get what she deserved.

At the same time Christine could not help staring at Bunny's charm bracelet hanging around her wrist as she pointed to where the hallway was. It was very unique, the likes of which Christine never seen before. Instead of having a variety of small cutesy charms dangling from it, it only had two different types on it, although there were many of them there. One was the genetic symbol for females, with the circle and outward extending cross and the other was the genetic symbol for males, again a circle with a outward extending arrow from it.

How odd Christine thought as she started for the hallway. She was almost there when she then realized with a burst of laughter what it meant. Some people, privately, put notches on their bed post for their carnal conquests. Poor sweet dumb as rain Bunny, bisexual Bunny, had hers publicly displayed from her wrist. And from what Christine saw, there were quite a number of them too.

Christine began walking down the hallway and noticed some open doors. She peeked in to see if her former girl friend was in any of them. Most of the rooms were vacant with articles of clothing, a display stand, a column or two and an assortment of leather straps for what Christine could only imagine were for ascetic purposes. Again a low giggle was heard from her finger-covered lips.

She did see one room occupied by three women. Two were obviously part of the staff with their long light-blue lab coat. The other woman was being given the make-over. The clear shell was already covering her body up to her chin. She was standing, no, hovering a couple inches above the stand. Christine wondered how she was able to stay in mid-air and then saw the reason. That center rod with the two dildos on it was holding the poor woman up. One of the attendants was balancing the immobile girl on the rod while the other woman was busy fastening a pair of bright red knee-high boots on the girl's legs and feet. Christine looked to the side and saw a kind of 60's Go Go Girl costume ready to be worn by the inert girl. She casually glanced up to the poor girl's face and their eyes met. At that moment Christine felt a wave of empathy for the hapless life sized doll. Her eyes looked so forlorn and pitiful above a mouth packed full and wrapped tight with gauze. One of the attendants stood inbetween them for a few minutes and when she stepped away, there was now a happy smiling woman looking back at Christine. The attendant had put the plastic face mask over the girl in that time. Christine looked at the static happy face and smiled back. She no longer felt sorry for the girl, even though her eyes still showed all the signs of a helpless damsel in distress as they did a few moments ago. Christine shrugged her shoulders, smiled and walked on in search of her nemesis, leaving the poor young woman to her sealed fate.

As she continue her search she heard a little soft moaning coming from one of the nearby rooms. Christine approached the open doorway slowly so as not to be obtrusive and maybe do a little spying first. From the outside she could see fairly deep within. She grasped her hands over her mouth to suppress a sudden gasp and a loud chuckle. She could not believe what was happening to her "friend". In fact, for a moment, she could hardly believe it was her ex-friend Blair to begin with. It was all so comical and even a little sad too. 'Poor poor Blair' she thought. But Christine also felt feelings of vindictiveness, satisfaction and downright horniness too. 'Serves the bitch right' she also thought to herself.

She slowly walked into the room. Blair was the only one inside and unaware to Christine's presence. Besides, the way Blair was trussed up she wasn't going anywhere and Blair was preoccupied with one important goal, freedom!

Christine took a few minutes to drink in the surreal aberration before her. Blair was bent over some kind of pole with a short padded horizontal bar forced into her belly. Her legs were strapped to the pole keeping her in place. One end of two small chains was connected half way up the pole and the other ends were each attached to Blair's recently pierced nipple rings. It was these tethered nipple chains that kept Blair bent over. Blair was doing a lot of grunting in her urgent need to escape her bound predicament, but that was because she was gagged and her arms bound uncomfortably behind her. Christine could see that Blair was almost completely dressed in her new role. The most striking part of Blair's new costume was her shoes. She could not believe how much they looked like a horse's hooves!

Go to Casino - part 2