Robert Jenkins - Suzy in bondage

"No kidding," Ben said. It was slowly becoming clear to him that he might be able to fuck this gorgeous exciting woman again. And again and again. With Sue as his wife and Glenda on the side, life would be very rosy.

"You sound like you're a little pissed off at Frank," he said cautiously.

"The big bastard treats me like a slave. That's why I was wishing you'd make a big score today."

"Well, like I said, I had to take my friend home."

"Hey! Let's do it!" Glenda said excitedly. "Let's go back to the casino. I know which games really pay off. I'll help you bet. We can really score big!"

Glenda's manner had become open and enthusiastic. Like a happy schoolgirl. Ben proudly put it down to the effects of his masterful cock-work.

"Well… I don't know," he said.

"Where's your balls?" Glenda asked, suddenly contemptuous. "I thought you were a real man."

"Hey… I didn't say I wouldn't go," Ben squeaked. He was hooked.

"Well, come on, then," Glenda said excitedly, getting up and pulling on her clothes. "We'll make a bundle."

By dawn Ben was more than five thousand dollars down. As the alcohol fumes cleared from his head, he knew he'd been suckered. Glenda's smile turned more and more into a sneer. Finally, she took the last of the chips and tossed them back.

"You're a born loser, kid," she said. Hips swaying provocatively, she walked over to Frank and put her arm possessively on his shoulder. Frank was smiling coolly.

Ben stood staring down at the table. Staring at his stack of markers. Then he looked up at Glenda.

"Why?" he cried. "Why?"

"For fun," she replied. "Thanks for the fuck. Too bad your cock's so small."

Totally beaten, Ben crept home with his tail between his legs. In his little living room, he poured himself a drink and sat meditating on Frank's warning.

"Pay me in a week or buy some crutches," Frank had said in his deadly, flat voice.

"Oh, Jesus… I'm finished!" Ben sobbed into his drink. He sat in the living room for the rest of the day, full of despair, not even answering the phone.

Ben was silently, soddenly drunk by the time Sue came over. She had begun to worry about him. She'd called several times but there had been no answer. She let herself in with her own key.

"Ben… what's the matter?" she cried when she saw his blank, hopeless face.

"I'm finished," he muttered. His voice was steady enough. The only way Sue could tell he was drunk was by his eyes.

"What do you mean, finished? I thought we cleared all that up yesterday."

Ben didn't even try to lie. "I went back," he said slowly. "I lost. I dug myself a hole I'll never get out of."

"Ben!" Sue was shocked. My God! It had all been for nothing.

"We'll… we'll have to do it again," she said bravely.

"Not a chance. Hammer says he won't let me near the place until I've paid him."

"Then I'll go by myself."

"Good luck. He'll eat you up just like he ate me."

"Don't you even care? Are you just going to sit there?" Sue asked in exasperation. Full of youthful energy, she ached to do something. Ben's alcohol-soaked brain had lost all powers of resistance.

"I'll… I'll go talk to Mr. Hammer," Sue gulped. "I don't think he's really a bad man."

"Oh, Jesus, you're incredible," Ben snorted hopelessly.

Sue stuck out her chin. "Well… I'm going to give it a try anyhow. Don't you have anything to say to encourage me?"

Ben looked thoughtfully into his glass. "Shut the door on your way out," he said finally.

"Ooohhh… you… you…"

Sue slammed out of the house. She was tempted to let Ben stew in his own juice. But even though she was fast losing respect for Ben, he was, after all, her lover. Even more important, he was her first lover. The first to shove a cock up into her virgin cunt. Sue hadn't yet learned how many cocks there were in the world. How easy it was to switch from one to another.

She loved Ben, she'd help him. But there were other reasons that drew her back to Frank Hammer's casino. Yesterday she had found there a strange excitement that was new to her.

Part of it was the gambling. The tension, the fear that vanished into triumph when a big pot was won. The feeling of challenging life.

And of course, there was Frank Hammer. Sue had put out of her mind her strange reaction to Frank Hammer. But her body remembered. Remembered the hot thrill that had run through it as it toyed for a moment with the thought of him making love to her.

Going to the bank, she drew out her savings – five hundred dollars. Then she drove to the casino.

"Well… look who's here," Glenda said to Frank when Sue came into the gaming room. The little blonde was looking around helplessly, very vulnerable at the moment.

"I think I'll go over and see what I can do for her," Frank said with an inscrutable smile.

"What are you up to, anyhow, you sneaky bastard?" Glenda asked him with an answering smile. "Could you just be trying to get into that little broad's pants?"

"An interesting question. You figure out the answer. But think about one thing. Would I risk five grand on that Jackson asshole just for a piece of ass? Or would I? Looks like a pretty nice little piece of ass."

Leaving Glenda to puzzle it out, Hammer walked over to Sue. "Have you become an addict already?" he asked her, smiling.

"I… I want to help Ben out. He's… lost some more money, hasn't he?"

Frank looked sad. "I'm afraid so, Sue."

"Would you, could you just kind of… forget it?" Sue asked without really expecting him to agree.

Frank shrugged helplessly. "Unfortunately, no. I have… other partners, who wouldn't like that at all. You understand?"

Sue thought she did. The Mafia. She shuddered as she thought about what was in store for Ben.

"Do you mind if I play?" she asked.

"No, of course not. Go ahead. Anything you need, just ask."

Sue turned and went to the tables. Considering what a threat Hammer was to Ben, she wondered why she found it so thrilling to talk to him. There was an underlying threat to the man that both repelled and attracted her.

Under orders from Hammer, the croupier at the roulette wheel let Sue win for a while. A shill was sent to encourage her to bet wildly.

Very suddenly Sue hit a losing streak. Her money vanished. "Just a bad run," the shill, a middle-aged woman said. "With the kind of luck you've been having, you could get it back in a few more tries."

So Sue went to Hammer to ask for a loan. Like she had seen Ben do.

"Sure," he said. "You're good for it."

After that, a nightmarish disaster slowly wrapped itself around Sue. She lost and lost. Worst of all, the gambling fever had gained complete control of her. She knew, she was sure the next spin of the wheel would signal the change in her luck. But it didn't. She signed more and more markers, without even paying attention to how much they were for.

Finally the pit boss held up a palm when she went to him for more money. "You're in too deep," he told her. "You'll have to put up some collateral before we advance you any more."

"Too deep? How much have I spent?"

"Three thousand dollars."

Sue was stunned. Her world fell in ruins around her feet. Three thousand dollars! How could it have happened so fast?

She went straight to Frank Hammer. "I… there's been some kind of mistake," she blurted out. "That man said I owe you three thousand dollars."

"That's right," Hammer said amusedly. "Are you ready to pay it?"

"But… I could never get my hands on that kind of money!" Sue said in a small shocked voice.

Hammer's face grew hard. "I'm afraid you'll have to. I'm not a charity. Between Jackson and you, you owe me eight thousand bucks."

"But… but… it's not right!"