Thread: The Twisted Casino (LataPaine and I)

Her cries of protest seemed to fall upon deaf ears as not a single individual turned to assist the girl, everyone quite absorbed in the shows and sensations they were each enjoying. It seemed as if the four individuals were all alone on their little island, the girl stranded, with no hope of protection or offers of assistance as the larger man quite easily groped and molested her unwilling form, a slight chuckle leaving him as she cried out in disgust at their actions and their ideas. But despite her yelling and despite her protest, not a single individual seemed to be swayed. His hand didn't disappear, an apology did not leave him, and no one moved to make him stop. She was stranded, all alone, and at the mercy of her future boss. And it was exactly as he wanted it to be. The close proximity of their bodies had protected him from a knee driving towards his crotch but it hadn't protected his shoe-clad feet. The rising of her leg and the quick motion of her heeled foot had gone unnoticed for the man and, to his great discomfort, the sharp pain of the encounter soon surged through him. He hissed air through his teeth, his eyes closing for a mere moment and his hands grip upon her ass faltering for a short second. But instead of backing off the man simply growled out, his eyes opening up as a flash of anger tore across them. It was quite frequent that the girls resisted, often yanking and pulling, attempting to free themselves but it was very rare that one moved to inflict pain upon their captor. Truth be told, he'd been blindsided by the action but he was far from willing to simply let her go for such a little action. His hand moved off of her ass and slipped up, moving to grasp at the pink tangles of hair that sat upon her head. His fingers moved to grab at the black headband that sat upon her head, the decorative bunny ears making her all the more appealing sight. Those long fingers of his large hand wrapped around it, tangling into her hair beneath the headband before yanking her head downwards. Sick? We're just getting started. He breathed out, his voice holding a faint bit of amusement with the after tone of anger. That little stomp had hurt and it seemed as if she'd soon be paying the consequences of that simple action. He gave her head a pull downwards, forcing her to look at the ground before pushing her head further and further down. He forced her body to follow suit, forcing her slowly down onto her hands and knees, all the while keeping a death grip upon her hair, We're going to start you off nice and hard like I do all of you resistant types. The ones who simply go along with my desires and do as are instructed get the easy path. They get to pick who they want to partner up with and even what stations they want to work at. You rebellious types, however, get to do as ordered. That means you'll fuck who I tell you to, moan when I tell you to, and beg whenever someone commands it. He stated, leaning over the girl. He turned his eyes towards one of the bouncers behind her, nodding downwards towards the skirt he'd previously played with. Take her skirt off. I want her to feel the humiliation and shame of being undressed against her will. He stated, a smirk playing across his face as he watched with wicked eyes as the little thing squirmed against his grip. The large man nodded his head and moved forward as instructed, a large hand moving to find the zipper that kept her short, dark blue skirt clinging to her lower half. A smile graced his face as his fingers slowly found it, tugging and tugging at it before the slight thing slowly gave loose, forcing the waistband of her skirt to loosen significantly. Without another word the man grabbed at the back of it, tugging it downwards and leaving it pooled around her knees, her current position making it impossible to strip it off of her body entirely. James let out a chuckle, glancing down at her pantie-clad ass, How does it feel, girl? Do you enjoy knowing that you'll be stripped down to nothing and used? Everyone can see that little ass of yours in those pretty pink panties. How about you give it a little wave? He teased, his words full of irritation as he worked to first undress her and to slowly humiliate and embarrass her, quite eager to break her down much as he had each and every little fuck toy that decorated his little domain. Just like every resistant girl that had come his way, he'd break her down and turn her into the perfect little submissive. Whether it took a day, a week, a month or a year. Sooner or later she'd learn her place.