Coventrytickler
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Paige had just moved to London to start a new job as a Marketing Manager for a large pharmaceutical company. The petite 5-foot 2-inch redhead had a great track record over the last decade since leaving university for spotting patterns and gaps in the markets, that she could exploit, tailoring her marketing approaches and strategies to gain traction very quickly. She was headhunted by her new company and offered a very lucrative contract to make the move from Cambridge to London, with the company providing her a penthouse apartment on top of her large salary.
Paige sat in her new apartment, surrounded by boxes to unpack but lacked the willpower to make a start, passing the time by staring out of the window at the neon signs below, with one sign catching her eye. The large blue and red neon sign displaying the word ‘CASINO’. Paige had never gambled money in her life but always took gambles in her job role, making her intrigued as to whether she could exploit a casino game to make her rich beyond her wildest dreams. She carefully weighed up her options before deciding that she needed to get out of the apartment and have a look around her new area.
Paige put on some black tights and a skirt before slipping on a new t-shirt, covering it up with her jacket. She quickly touched up her make up, tied her hair up in a bun and popping on her size 4 Converse trainers before grabbing her bag and leaving the apartment. The cool evening wind sent a shiver up her body as she took her first steps out of the apartment block, checking her phone maps to get to the casino as quickly as possible.
After a short walk, she arrived at the entrance, greeted by a couple of bouncers at the doorway.
“I.D please” one of them asked.
Nervously, Paige took her driving license out of her purse before handing it over. She had no idea why she suddenly felt nervous, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Thank you Paige” the bouncer nodded before handing the driving license back.
Paige walked through the revolving door and headed straight to the front desk.
“Membership card” the woman behind the desk said firmly.
“Sorry, I’m new” Paige smiled back. ‘Why are these people so blunt’ she thought to herself.
“Please fill out the form on the screen” the woman said, without even looking up at Paige.
Paige quickly scrolled down the form before filling out anything on it, noticing that the form was asking for a lot of personal details. Not wanting to give anything away that she didn’t want to, she inputted her full name, date of birth and her new address. She passed the I-Pad back to the woman at the desk and handed over her driving license. The woman briefly looked at the I.D before taking it to the scanner behind her and taking a copy.
“Look at the camera” she instructed Paige, pointing at a webcam.
Before Paige could prepare for the picture to be taken, she heard the click of the lens. Paige was slowly getting wound up by the woman, but before she could say anything, the woman put her licence back on the desk, along with a membership card. Paige quickly grabbed both before heading down the escalator to the casino floor.
She gazed around during the descent, amazed by all the lights, noises and people. She had never been in a casino before, she had only seen them in the movies. The floor was full of various table games and slot machines, each surrounded by lots of different people. She walked to the bar and got a coffee, not wanting to have anything alcoholic that could work against her. She made her way around the floor of the casino, watching everyone and their reactions. Some were winning, but the majority of people seemed to be losing. She finally stumbled on a blackjack table with a couple of empty seats.
“Do you mind?” she asked the Asian woman sat to the right of the chair.
The woman didn’t reply, just looked at Paige before turning away.
“Come sit here” a well-dressed man smiled, tapping the pad of the seat next to him. “Don’t worry about her, she’s not having a good night”.
Paige smiled at the man before taking a seat, putting her coffee down on the small table to the side of her. She opened her purse and took out £100, placing it down on the felt. The dealer took the money and gave Paige four £25 chips.
“Can I have something smaller?” Paige smiled.
“Minimum stake is £25” the dealer replied.
“This could be a quick visit” Paige joked as she sat back in her chair.
“You might want to bet” the man beside her whispered as the dealer stared at Paige.
“Oh, sorry” Paige blushed, picking up a chip and placing it down in the circle in front of her. “I have never played before”.
Paige watched with amazement as the dealer rapidly dealt out 6 pairs of cards, face up, one to each person before placing one of his face up, and the other face down. She looked at her cards, a king of spades and a 7 of hearts. The dealer was showing the 9 of clubs. Quickly, the focus moved to Paige, with the other people before her hitting and going bust.
“Card?” The dealer asked.
“No thanks” she responded.
“Are you sure, he has a 9” the man beside her asked.
“I’m ok, they have all busted. I’m not taking that risk” she smiled back.
The man next to her asked for another card on top of his 13. His face dropped when a queen was dealt.
“I should have listened to you” he smiled.
The dealer turned his other card over, showing a 5 before dealing another card out and hitting a Jack. Still confused by the speed, Paige smiled as the dealer put a £25 chip next to her other one, before taking away all the cards. Satisfied, Paige put the chip on top of her other one, forgetting about the speed of the game. She took a quick sip of coffee before looking back at the table, seeing the cards being dealt. She was annoyed with herself for betting £50 without realising but her annoyance quickly changed to joy as she saw a King and an Ace in front of her.
“Blackjack” the dealer said before putting £75 next to her chips.
“Can I take these?” she asked the man next to her.
“Yes” he smiled.
Paige quickly took the £75 and added it to her other chips, leaving the £50 still on the table. She watched the next few hands all fall in favour of her, winning 3 in a row before noticing something odd with how the dealer was moving the cards. As he dealt himself two cards face down, her placed them on a glass window in the table before lifting one up and using it to flip the other card over to show it before pacing that card back face down. From her angle, she could see the reflection of the face down card on the glass.
She put £50 in the ‘bet’ box and watched as she was dealt a 7 and a 6. The dealer flicked one card over, showing a king but Paige noticed the card underneath was a 5.
“Card?” The dealer asked.
Paige shook her head.
“Are you crazy, he’s got a picture, and you’ve only got 13?” The man said.
“It’s OK” Paige responded, “I’ve got a good feeling”.
The man looked at Paige in amazement as the dealer turned over a 5, then hit a picture card, making himself bust.
“Beginners luck” Paige shrugged her shoulders.
She decided to raise the stakes of the game, betting £200 on each hand. Over the next half an hour, she won virtually every hand, only missing out on a few hands when the dealer managed to get a few low cards in a row. Within the half an hour, Paige had managed to get to just over £7000 in chips.
The dealer stood up as another dealer approached and took the seat. Paige didn’t bet the first hand, she just watched the dealers hands. He didn’t have the same method as the one before and Paige could not see the bottom card. She looked at her watch to see that it was nearly midnight and having work in the morning, she decided to cash in her chips.
A big smile came over her face as she watched the woman behind the glass count out and bag up 7 individual £1000 bags before passing the money through the hole. Paige quickly put the money in her bag. Just as she was about to turn around, she felt the presence of a figure behind her.
“Congratulations” a deep voice said.
Paige nervously turned around to see two large males in suits stood looking down at her. She looked up at them, noticing their gold ‘security’ badges.
“Do you mind if the manager has a quick word?” the second man spoke.
“I-I-I would rather not” Paige stuttered.
“Oh no, we insist” the first man said, ushering her to a side door.
Completely intimidated by the men and still in a state of shock, Paige walked with them through a private door and down a long corridor. The walk felt like it took an hour as her heart pounded with fear.
“This door on your right” one of the men said.
Paige stared at the sign ‘Duty Manager’ on the door before the door opened.
“Please take a seat” the men behind her said.
Paige stared at the leather chair in the middle of the room before noticing the large wall of TV’s the other side of a massive mahogany desk. She slowly sat down and watched in amazement as the T.V screens flicked between different people around the casino.
Her focus changed as she heard the door slam shut behind her and the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. She turned around to see a woman walking towards her, the woman was dressed in a black suit, glasses, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. The woman marched past Paige before reaching the desk, turning around and leaning against it. She glared at Paige for a few seconds, intimidating Paige.
“How did you do it?” she asked firmly.
“Do what?” Paige responded.
“You lost 3 hands in the whole time you were here, as soon as the dealer changed, you packed up and left” the woman responded.
“Beginners Luck” Paige smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Don’t play dumb with me” the woman said firmly.
Paige just shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to give away her secret.
“You can’t be counting cards, we use too many decks. How did you do it?” the woman asked again.
“I haven’t done anything illegal, so if we are done here, I will leave” Paige smiled smugly before resting her arms on the armrests, tapping her fingers on the wood.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere yet” the woman smiled, clicking a button on her desk.
Metal cuffs quickly sprung out of the armrests of Paige’s chair, wrapping themselves over her wrists and clamping back down, pinning her arms to the chair.
“HEY, what the fuck!” Paige said angrily, struggling to move her arms.
“Do you know what I find weird?” the woman said softly. “Your address on the membership form does not match the address on your driving license. What are you trying to hide?”
“FUCK OFF. THIS IS KIDNAPPNG” Paige said angrily.
“Oh honey” the woman said, walking towards Paige.
Paige gulped as the woman walked behind her.
“You are only making it harder” she smiled as she pushed the chair forwards, towards her desk.
“What are you doing?” Paige said in a panic as she felt the chair wheels lock in place, just short of the desk.
“Can I have some assistance with her legs please?” the woman asked the two security guards, stood at the side of the room.
Paige froze in fear as they walked over to her, standing at each side of the chair. The woman pressed another button on her desk as a hatch appeared and a set of stock rose up from the void.
“I haven’t done anything wrong” Paige pleaded as the guards bent down and grabbed an ankle each, lifting her legs up and placing them in the stocks.
The woman closed the stocks and locked them in place, trapping Paige’s ankles.
“HEY! Why are you untying my shoes?” Paige asked frantically, feeling her laces becoming loose before her shoes were pulled off.
“That will be all” the woman told the guards who walked slowly to the door, locking it behind them.
Paige gulped as the woman circled again, returning to the desk and sitting next to the stocks.
“Tell me Paige” the woman smiled, “Are your feet ticklish?”
“OH MY GOD, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Paige snapped.
“Is that a, yes?” The woman asked with a grin.
“You can have the money back, just don’t tickle me” Paige begged.
Paige watched with dread as the woman leaned behind the stocks. Paige gulped as the woman looked up at her, smiling wickedly.
“Look, I’m sorry. Please just let me go” Paige pleaded.
She felt a little scratch on the bottom of her right heel.
“NO, I’m begging you” Paige blurted out as the light scratch became heavier on her nylon clad heel. She tried to supress any giggles, but the scratch started to move up her heel.
“Pleeheheheheeheheeaaseeee” Paige giggled as the woman’s fingernail scratched harder in her heel.
“Such ticklish feet” the woman mocked as she moved her fingernail up to Paige’s right arch.
“Hahahahaa, pleeaasseee hahahahaa STOPPP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige cackled as the single fingernail glided over her wrinkled arch.
Paige tried to cover one foot with the other, laughing as the woman’s nail carried on tickling.
“Aww, does your other foot feel lonely?” The woman mocked, switching her finger onto Paige’s left Arch.
“Hahahahaha Please hahahahahaha” Paige giggled, scrunching up her feet.
After a few minutes, the woman’s concentration was broken by her phone ringing. Paige slumped in the chair, breathing heavily as her feet got a break.
“Hello?” The woman answered the phone.
“HEEEELLLLPPPPP” Paige shouted, trying to alert the person on the phone. “HEEELLPPPP MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”.
Paige’s cries for help were met with the woman dancing her free fingers over Paige’s nylon covered soles.
“Oh, nothing” the woman said whilst continuing to tickle. “I’ve got a ginger girl trying to scam us out of money”.
“Yeah, she’s in the stocks as you requested. You wouldn’t believe how ticklish her tiny feet are”.
“OK, See you in an hour, Bye”.
The woman put the phone down.
“That was my boss, she wants to talk to you” the woman smiled. “Now, where were we?”
“NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AAAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHA” Paige screamed with laughter as the woman’s fingers glided over the nylon tights.
Nearly twenty minutes passed by as Paige’s feet were tortured by the pointy acrylic nails. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks as she screamed with laughter. She didn’t think that the situation could get any worse until the woman stopped tickling her. Her sigh of relief was met with more panic as she felt her right nylon being pulled before it ripped open.
“Aww, look at this French Polish” the woman smiled. “I wonder if your bare foot is more ticklish than the nylon one”.
“N-n-no, please” Paige panted as she felt the stocking being pulled over her whole foot, exposing it.
“Let’s make sure these little piggies can’t move” the woman joked, pushing back her foot against the stocks.
Paige felt some string tickling her bare toes as she squirmed before the woman released her foot. Paige’s eyes went wide with fear as she realised that the woman had tied all of her toes back against the stocks, immobilising them. The woman then pushed back her nylon covered foot and pulled up the nylon from her toes before binding that to the stocks.
“Please, let me go” Paige pleaded. “I can’t take anymore”.
“You should have thought of that before you tried to steal from us” the woman scolded.
“I-I-I didn’t STEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAALLL AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige began laughing loudly as the woman’s fingers danced all over Paige’s bare foot.
“Unless you are honest with me, this will carry on, over and over” the woman said menacingly, her fingernails fluttering over Paige’s trapped sole.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEEEHEHEHEEEASSEE HAHAHAHAHAAHA” Paige begged, unable to control her laughter.
Twenty minutes passed by slowly as Paige slumped in her chair, unable to get any words out of her mouth, only laughter. Growing in frustration, the woman stopped her attack on Paige’s pale sole.
“This is your last chance to tell me the truth, my boss will be here soon, and she is a lot less forgiving than me” the woman prompted.
“I-I-I didn’t cheat” Paige spat out, panting heavily. “I just saw the cards the dealer had”.
“FUCKING LIAR” The woman snapped, making Paige jump.
“I saw the card as the dealer turned his cards over” Paige whimpered.
“Bullshit” the woman said. “I have given you a chance to come clean, now you will pay for it”.
“I-I-It’s TRUE” Paige replied.
“If you are not going to talk, I don’t want to hear you” the woman said softly, shaking her head.
She stood up from the desk, walked to her drawer and took out a ball gag, walking towards Paige.
“Please, don’t gag me” Paige sputtered out as the woman forced the gag into her mouth, tying it behind her ginger hair.
“You picked the wrong Casino to try and scam” the woman said, wiping the tears away from Paige’s right cheek. “We have a special place for people like you”.
The woman clicked the remote in her pocket, turning all the TV Screens into one large video stream, focused on the roulette tables.
“We are open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. These roulette wheels spin for the vast majority of that time, only breaking for 6-7 hours a day, if we are quiet” the woman said. “Underneath the Casino floor is our holding room, for all our thieves and scammers. Why don’t we see what happens down there”.
Paige watched the giant screen fixate on one roulette wheel, it spun for 30 seconds, stopped for 30 seconds whilst the bets were paid out and new bets taken before spinning again. The camera slowly lowered down through the floor of the casino, focusing on a large revolving rod that turned whenever the wheel span. Paige gulped as the camera continued its decent through another layer of flooring before the sound on the TV’s turned from silence to loud laughter. The camera slowly pivoted downwards to show a man in his early twenties, bound to a table with his feet tied up in the air, pointing upwards.
“Last bets” could be heard before a circular bristle covered pad covered his feet.
He exploded with laughter as the pad began turning, as the croupier spun the roulette wheel.
“We don’t just concentrate on the feet” the woman said, changing the feed to another cell. “We exploit every part of the body, depending on the ticklish levels”.
Paige’s eyes opened wide as she saw a woman, bound to a pole, naked. She was on her tip toes with her arms stretched above her head. The woman bounced from side to side laughing as robotic fingers prodded her sides, armpits and stomach.
“This device with prod the person every time a card is dealt from a couple of our blackjack tables” she smiled, walking towards the desk and turning the TV’s off. “I think it’s time we send you to the assessment room, just so we can tailor your torture areas”.
The woman untied Paige’s toes from the stocks and untied her stocking from the stocks before opening the stocks, releasing her feet. Paige tried to struggle as the woman forced her feet down to the legs of the chair, locking each ankle against a chair leg. She tried to reason with woman but all that came from her mouth was mumbles, controlled by the gag.
“You will meet my boss on the next level down” the woman said as she reached for a lever, pulling it down.
The floor vibrated under Paige before a hole appeared under her chair, the cold air tickled her bare foot as she started her descent downwards in the darkness. Paige leaned her head to the side to see a bright light below as her chair descended into it. She shut her eyes, fearing that she will be crushed until the chair came to a stop in a bright white room.
“Welcome, Paige!” A female voice said softly.
Paige’s eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the lights before she saw an imposing woman stood in a white lab coat with a clipboard. The woman had black hair, tied in a bun, flawless make up and black high heels. There were 3 security guards stood to the side of her.
“My name is Miss Johnson. I am the senior manager of this Casino, and I will be conducting your tests today.” The woman said firmly. “My associates will prepare you for the test”.
Paige watched the 3 men approach and unclip her ankles from the chair. One of them grasped each arm as her wrists were freed by the other. Paige whimpered as they stood her up, taking off her jacket and t-shirt before puling down her skirt and tights. She tried to fight them but was easily overpowered, leaving her standing in her underwear. She was led over to a table in the centre of the room and lifted onto it, pinning her arms above her head before securing them. She managed to kick one of the men wrestling with her feet but was quickly pinned down with her feet locked in the straps at the end of the table. A final few straps were wrapped about her elbows and knees, immobilising her completely. Finally, one of the men removed the gag from Paige’s mouth.
“I expect silence from you for this test, the more noise you make, the worse your stay with us will be” Miss Johnson instructed.
“B-B-But” Paige spluttered out.
“SILENCE” Miss Johnson commanded. “I WILL FUCKING PUT THE GAG BACK IT”.
Paige froze in fear.
“Good” Miss Johnson said softly. “Feather please”.
One of the men took the clipboard from Miss Johnson before passing her a long, stiff turkey feather. She walked towards Paige’s head before flicking the feather across Paige’s neck, making her twitch and flick her head to the side.
“Neck, 5” she said as she moved the feather down to her left armpit.
“Hehehe” Paige giggled instantly.
The feather continued to explore her left armpit, picking up pace as Paige giggled harder, shaking her head from side to side.
“Armpits, 8” Miss Johnson said.
She began to move the feather down Paige’s left-hand side of her body, gliding it across the ribs and sides. Paige shut her eyes tight but within seconds, began giggling again as the feather stroked. The woman put down the feather and sunk her fingernails into Paige’s sides, scattering them u and down.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige screamed with laughter.
“Sides, 9” Miss Johnson instructed.
She picked the feather back up and dragged it across Paige’s pale stomach, not really getting a reaction until she hit her belly button, twisting it inside.
“NOOOHOHOHOHHOHOHOO” Paige laughed.
“Belly, 2, Belly Button 9” Miss Johnson said.
Paige felt the feather move over her underwear to her legs, dragging up and down her thigh as she squirmed.
“Legs, 6”
The feather moved over her knee and down towards her ankle, fluttering around her ankle joint. Paige twitched her left foot, trying to escape.
“Ankles, 8” Miss Johnson said before holding Paige’s foot and dancing the feather over the top of her foot.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA” Paige blurted out, trying to move her foot away from the feather.
“Foot Top, 9”
She moved her way around to the bottom of the table, keeping Paige’s foot pinned with her hand. Paige jolted as she felt the feather drag up her left sole, made even more sensitive now it was bare from the stocking. She erupted into fits of giggles.
“Soles, 9” Miss Johnson said before moving the feather up to Paige’s left toes, fluttering it underneath them.
“F-FUUCCKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” She screamed with laughter, thrashing around as much as she could.
“Oooo, Toes, 10” Miss Johnson smiled.
“Now for the forbidden areas” Miss Johnson smirked as she walked towards Paige’s side, taking out a pair of scissors and cutting open Paige’s bra.
Paige gulped, knowing how ticklish her breasts are.
Miss Johnson flicked the feather over her nipples, making her squirm and wriggle from side to side. She concentrated on her left nipple, flicking it with the feather.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAPPP PLEEAASSEE AHAHAHAHAHHA” Paige laughed.
“Nipples, 10” Miss Johnson smirked before moving to Paige’s pants, pulling them down.
Before Paige could protest, the feather began flicking over her pussy.
“FUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAUUCCKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige squealed.
“Pussy, 10” Miss Johnson said before stopping.
“P-P-Please” Paige stuttered. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I hate being tickled”.
Her begging was ignored by Miss Johnson, who took the clipboard from the security guard. She carefully studied it before looking back at Paige.
“Can you take her to room 3 for me, I will input her data to the system” Miss Johnson instructed. “She will require oiling before turning the heat up to soak in. After one hour of heating, I am going to recommend that her feet are locked in the overhead stocks controlled by roulette wheel 6. That is due to finish at 3am, then she can be transferred to the blackjack prodding hands until 5am”.
“Yes Ma’am” the security guard said.
“Oh, and can you leave a note for the morning shift for her to be brought to my room after that for some interrogation” Miss Johnson commanded before leaving the room.
“Please guys” Paige begged. “This is just a misunderstanding”.
The guards ignored her before unlocking the wheels on the table and pushing the table out into the corridor, wheeling it past all the individual rooms. The sound of uncontrollable laughter filled Paige’s brain with fear as she finally got to room 3. The table she was on was pushed into the room before being locked in place. Her feet were freed from the ankle restraints and placed in a set of stocks, being lowered from the ceiling.
The guards left the room as Paige struggled to free herself, scared about what was coming her way. The door opened and an Asian woman walked in with a bottle of oil.
“Please, you’ve got to help me” Paige pleaded.
The woman did not speak, instead cut away Paige’s pants and threw them in the bin at the side of the room. She drizzled oil al over Paige’s bare, pale skin before massaging it into every millimetre of skin. After 10 minutes, the woman stopped massaging and fiddled with the settings of the heater before leaving.
Paige spent the next hour struggling with the bonds, pinning her down. She was sweating from the heat in the room as beads of sweat ran down from her forehead. Exhausted, she gave up, just in time for beeping to fill the room. The heater clicked off as the sound of chains moving filled the room.
Paige gasped with fear as the stocks with her feet in began to lift up, pulling her legs in the air. They finally stopped as her bum barely touched the table, she couldn’t see her feet anymore, the stocks covered them from her view.
“Table 6 active” a voice said on the speaker. “Place your bets”.
Paige was horrified to see a bristle covered disc appear, resembling a large toothbrush, touching down on her soles and toes. She tried move her toes, but the bristles covered every part of her skin.
“No more bets” the voice said.
Paige clamped her eyes shut, knowing what was coming her way.
“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she cackled as the roulette wheel spun, spinning the bristle covered disc over her feet.
Her feet were even more sensitive than before, with the oil and heat applied. She laughed uncontrollably for the next 25 seconds as the wheel spun, finally slowing down and stopping. She had a brief pause to regain her breath before the wheel spun again, sending her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, her head thrashing from side to side, hands grasping and wriggling.
Paige could do nothing but laugh for the next couple of hours as the bristles tortured her ticklish feet, briefly pausing in between each spin, keeping her alert, dreading the next turn of the wheel.
“Table 6 will be closing after the next spin” the speakers announced.
Paige breathed a sigh of relief, completely forgetting about the next torture coming her way. One more spin forced more laughter from her mouth as her trapped feet felt the ticklish bristles cover ever part of her bare soles and toes. Then it was over.
Just as Paige regained a little bit of breath and strength, she heard mechanical noises fill the room. She turned her head to the side to see robotic fingers appear, stopping just short of her sides, ribs and armpits. Six screens flashed up around her, level with each set of robot fingers showing a different blackjack table.
“No, No, NOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHO” she screamed as the dealers all began to deal cards, setting the fingers off to prod along her sensitive upper body.
She cackled with laughter as they prodded each area, with every card that was dealt. Paige jolted from side to side trying to escape the fingers but couldn’t. For the next two hours, she continuously laughed loudly, as one table slowed down, the other kept going, there was no let up for her.
5am slowly rolled around and the machines finally retracted, allowing Paige a much-needed break. Her feet were lowered down and rested at the bottom of the table, still trapped in the stocks. She lay, exhausted on the table as the door opened, and two different security guards entered. She watched them walk towards her slowly before offering her a drink of water. Paige gulped the water through a straw before they removed the bottle, unclipped the locks on the wheels and began to move the table out through the door.
Paige briefly closed her eyes, falling asleep through exhaustion. When she awoke, she was in a different room, pinned to an X-Frame. She could feel her heels resting on a small platform that her soles and toes overhung. Her ankles, knees, waist, elbows and wrists strapped to the X-Frame.
“I’m glad you’ve finally woken up” Miss Johnson said, appearing into view.
“Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, it’s the dealer, not me” Paige pleaded. “I just exploited it”.
“I’ve heard that before” Miss Johnson said, walking around the X-Frame.
“Please, I have to go, I start my new job today” Paige begged.
“You’re not going anywhere, my dear” Miss Johnson said. “I am going to break you over the next 4 or so hours”.
“Please, you’ve got to believe me” Paige sobbed.
Miss Johnson pressed a button on her remote. A whirring noise filled the room as the X-Frame moved slowly towards a wall of bristle covered discs.
“This device uses our automatic roulette wheel. It spins much quicker than the manual ones” She explained. “All I have got to do is input your data”.
Paige stared at the wall with fear as Miss Johnson pulled out her tablet.
“Feet, toes, knees, hips, sides, ribs, armpits. Oh, and not forgetting your nipples and pussy” she chuckled to herself.
The wall began to vibrate as the discs removed themselves, placing themselves on each listed area of her body.
“When the wheel spins, the discs will randomly spin, focusing on different areas each time” she explained. “Oh, and one more thing, just to completely break you”.
Miss Johnson pressed one more button, Paige could not see what was happening but suddenly felt something rubber press underneath her pussy.
“Whilst the machine is paying out and getting ready for the next spin, the vibrator against your clit will turn on, not giving you a break” she smiled as she walked towards Paige, putting a gag back in her mouth.
“I’ve got a few meetings to attend, have fun”
“MPPHH MPPHH MPPHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAPPHHH” Paige began laughing into the gag as the discs in her armpits spun, torturing her skin.
Twenty seconds later, the discs stopped, and the vibrator turned on, pulsating against her clit. As soon as she had started to enjoy the sensation, it stopped. The discs under and above her feet began to spin, making her scream into her gag.
Over the next couple of hours, different discs span, in different combinations. The vibrator edged her again and again, in between the tickle torture. She was left breathless.
Finally, the discs retracted, giving Paige a much-needed break. Miss Johnson walked over to Paige before lowering the X-Frame, so she was horizontal.
“Do you want the want the good news or the bad news?” Miss Johnson said softly, stroking Paige’s rosy cheeks.
Paige glared at her, exhausted and frustrated.
“The bad news is that you will be with us for the next couple of days, until the croupier is back in. The good news is that you can have a slight break for the next couple of hours, try to get your head down for a bit” she smiled.
Four security guards entered the room holding a straight jacket. The unclipped Paige from the table before putting her in the straight jacket, binding the straps around her. She was placed in a wheelchair and pushed out of the room, down the corridor to a small side room. The guards removed her from the chair and lifted her exhausted body through the door to the padded room, placing her down. There were two straws coming from the wall.
“That’s for water, that’s for a smoothy” one of the guards said, pointing at the straws.
Paige sat in the corner of the room, glaring at the guards. There was a knock at the door and a woman in a white lab coat entered, holding what looked like a strange thong. The guards held Paige’s legs whilst the woman pulled the device up her legs, pressing something plastic into Paige’s pussy, against her clit. The men removed the gag from Paige’s mouth before the woman pressed a button on a remote, sending vibrating pulses to her clit. Paige’s head bounced off the padded wall as the vibrations sent shockwaves up her body before they died off.
“This will turn on and off based on your movements. When you get close to cumming, it will stop” she smiled. “If you ever want to cum, just press this button and it will let you”.
“H-H-How the FUCK am I meant to do that!” Paige scolded, glancing her eyes at the straight jacket.
“I’m sure you will figure it out” she smiled, throwing the remote to the corner of the room before they all left.
The vibrations started back up again for a minutes before dying off, leaving Paige growing in frustration.
Paige sat in her new apartment, surrounded by boxes to unpack but lacked the willpower to make a start, passing the time by staring out of the window at the neon signs below, with one sign catching her eye. The large blue and red neon sign displaying the word ‘CASINO’. Paige had never gambled money in her life but always took gambles in her job role, making her intrigued as to whether she could exploit a casino game to make her rich beyond her wildest dreams. She carefully weighed up her options before deciding that she needed to get out of the apartment and have a look around her new area.
Paige put on some black tights and a skirt before slipping on a new t-shirt, covering it up with her jacket. She quickly touched up her make up, tied her hair up in a bun and popping on her size 4 Converse trainers before grabbing her bag and leaving the apartment. The cool evening wind sent a shiver up her body as she took her first steps out of the apartment block, checking her phone maps to get to the casino as quickly as possible.
After a short walk, she arrived at the entrance, greeted by a couple of bouncers at the doorway.
“I.D please” one of them asked.
Nervously, Paige took her driving license out of her purse before handing it over. She had no idea why she suddenly felt nervous, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Thank you Paige” the bouncer nodded before handing the driving license back.
Paige walked through the revolving door and headed straight to the front desk.
“Membership card” the woman behind the desk said firmly.
“Sorry, I’m new” Paige smiled back. ‘Why are these people so blunt’ she thought to herself.
“Please fill out the form on the screen” the woman said, without even looking up at Paige.
Paige quickly scrolled down the form before filling out anything on it, noticing that the form was asking for a lot of personal details. Not wanting to give anything away that she didn’t want to, she inputted her full name, date of birth and her new address. She passed the I-Pad back to the woman at the desk and handed over her driving license. The woman briefly looked at the I.D before taking it to the scanner behind her and taking a copy.
“Look at the camera” she instructed Paige, pointing at a webcam.
Before Paige could prepare for the picture to be taken, she heard the click of the lens. Paige was slowly getting wound up by the woman, but before she could say anything, the woman put her licence back on the desk, along with a membership card. Paige quickly grabbed both before heading down the escalator to the casino floor.
She gazed around during the descent, amazed by all the lights, noises and people. She had never been in a casino before, she had only seen them in the movies. The floor was full of various table games and slot machines, each surrounded by lots of different people. She walked to the bar and got a coffee, not wanting to have anything alcoholic that could work against her. She made her way around the floor of the casino, watching everyone and their reactions. Some were winning, but the majority of people seemed to be losing. She finally stumbled on a blackjack table with a couple of empty seats.
“Do you mind?” she asked the Asian woman sat to the right of the chair.
The woman didn’t reply, just looked at Paige before turning away.
“Come sit here” a well-dressed man smiled, tapping the pad of the seat next to him. “Don’t worry about her, she’s not having a good night”.
Paige smiled at the man before taking a seat, putting her coffee down on the small table to the side of her. She opened her purse and took out £100, placing it down on the felt. The dealer took the money and gave Paige four £25 chips.
“Can I have something smaller?” Paige smiled.
“Minimum stake is £25” the dealer replied.
“This could be a quick visit” Paige joked as she sat back in her chair.
“You might want to bet” the man beside her whispered as the dealer stared at Paige.
“Oh, sorry” Paige blushed, picking up a chip and placing it down in the circle in front of her. “I have never played before”.
Paige watched with amazement as the dealer rapidly dealt out 6 pairs of cards, face up, one to each person before placing one of his face up, and the other face down. She looked at her cards, a king of spades and a 7 of hearts. The dealer was showing the 9 of clubs. Quickly, the focus moved to Paige, with the other people before her hitting and going bust.
“Card?” The dealer asked.
“No thanks” she responded.
“Are you sure, he has a 9” the man beside her asked.
“I’m ok, they have all busted. I’m not taking that risk” she smiled back.
The man next to her asked for another card on top of his 13. His face dropped when a queen was dealt.
“I should have listened to you” he smiled.
The dealer turned his other card over, showing a 5 before dealing another card out and hitting a Jack. Still confused by the speed, Paige smiled as the dealer put a £25 chip next to her other one, before taking away all the cards. Satisfied, Paige put the chip on top of her other one, forgetting about the speed of the game. She took a quick sip of coffee before looking back at the table, seeing the cards being dealt. She was annoyed with herself for betting £50 without realising but her annoyance quickly changed to joy as she saw a King and an Ace in front of her.
“Blackjack” the dealer said before putting £75 next to her chips.
“Can I take these?” she asked the man next to her.
“Yes” he smiled.
Paige quickly took the £75 and added it to her other chips, leaving the £50 still on the table. She watched the next few hands all fall in favour of her, winning 3 in a row before noticing something odd with how the dealer was moving the cards. As he dealt himself two cards face down, her placed them on a glass window in the table before lifting one up and using it to flip the other card over to show it before pacing that card back face down. From her angle, she could see the reflection of the face down card on the glass.
She put £50 in the ‘bet’ box and watched as she was dealt a 7 and a 6. The dealer flicked one card over, showing a king but Paige noticed the card underneath was a 5.
“Card?” The dealer asked.
Paige shook her head.
“Are you crazy, he’s got a picture, and you’ve only got 13?” The man said.
“It’s OK” Paige responded, “I’ve got a good feeling”.
The man looked at Paige in amazement as the dealer turned over a 5, then hit a picture card, making himself bust.
“Beginners luck” Paige shrugged her shoulders.
She decided to raise the stakes of the game, betting £200 on each hand. Over the next half an hour, she won virtually every hand, only missing out on a few hands when the dealer managed to get a few low cards in a row. Within the half an hour, Paige had managed to get to just over £7000 in chips.
The dealer stood up as another dealer approached and took the seat. Paige didn’t bet the first hand, she just watched the dealers hands. He didn’t have the same method as the one before and Paige could not see the bottom card. She looked at her watch to see that it was nearly midnight and having work in the morning, she decided to cash in her chips.
A big smile came over her face as she watched the woman behind the glass count out and bag up 7 individual £1000 bags before passing the money through the hole. Paige quickly put the money in her bag. Just as she was about to turn around, she felt the presence of a figure behind her.
“Congratulations” a deep voice said.
Paige nervously turned around to see two large males in suits stood looking down at her. She looked up at them, noticing their gold ‘security’ badges.
“Do you mind if the manager has a quick word?” the second man spoke.
“I-I-I would rather not” Paige stuttered.
“Oh no, we insist” the first man said, ushering her to a side door.
Completely intimidated by the men and still in a state of shock, Paige walked with them through a private door and down a long corridor. The walk felt like it took an hour as her heart pounded with fear.
“This door on your right” one of the men said.
Paige stared at the sign ‘Duty Manager’ on the door before the door opened.
“Please take a seat” the men behind her said.
Paige stared at the leather chair in the middle of the room before noticing the large wall of TV’s the other side of a massive mahogany desk. She slowly sat down and watched in amazement as the T.V screens flicked between different people around the casino.
Her focus changed as she heard the door slam shut behind her and the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor. She turned around to see a woman walking towards her, the woman was dressed in a black suit, glasses, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. The woman marched past Paige before reaching the desk, turning around and leaning against it. She glared at Paige for a few seconds, intimidating Paige.
“How did you do it?” she asked firmly.
“Do what?” Paige responded.
“You lost 3 hands in the whole time you were here, as soon as the dealer changed, you packed up and left” the woman responded.
“Beginners Luck” Paige smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
“Don’t play dumb with me” the woman said firmly.
Paige just shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to give away her secret.
“You can’t be counting cards, we use too many decks. How did you do it?” the woman asked again.
“I haven’t done anything illegal, so if we are done here, I will leave” Paige smiled smugly before resting her arms on the armrests, tapping her fingers on the wood.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere yet” the woman smiled, clicking a button on her desk.
Metal cuffs quickly sprung out of the armrests of Paige’s chair, wrapping themselves over her wrists and clamping back down, pinning her arms to the chair.
“HEY, what the fuck!” Paige said angrily, struggling to move her arms.
“Do you know what I find weird?” the woman said softly. “Your address on the membership form does not match the address on your driving license. What are you trying to hide?”
“FUCK OFF. THIS IS KIDNAPPNG” Paige said angrily.
“Oh honey” the woman said, walking towards Paige.
Paige gulped as the woman walked behind her.
“You are only making it harder” she smiled as she pushed the chair forwards, towards her desk.
“What are you doing?” Paige said in a panic as she felt the chair wheels lock in place, just short of the desk.
“Can I have some assistance with her legs please?” the woman asked the two security guards, stood at the side of the room.
Paige froze in fear as they walked over to her, standing at each side of the chair. The woman pressed another button on her desk as a hatch appeared and a set of stock rose up from the void.
“I haven’t done anything wrong” Paige pleaded as the guards bent down and grabbed an ankle each, lifting her legs up and placing them in the stocks.
The woman closed the stocks and locked them in place, trapping Paige’s ankles.
“HEY! Why are you untying my shoes?” Paige asked frantically, feeling her laces becoming loose before her shoes were pulled off.
“That will be all” the woman told the guards who walked slowly to the door, locking it behind them.
Paige gulped as the woman circled again, returning to the desk and sitting next to the stocks.
“Tell me Paige” the woman smiled, “Are your feet ticklish?”
“OH MY GOD, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Paige snapped.
“Is that a, yes?” The woman asked with a grin.
“You can have the money back, just don’t tickle me” Paige begged.
Paige watched with dread as the woman leaned behind the stocks. Paige gulped as the woman looked up at her, smiling wickedly.
“Look, I’m sorry. Please just let me go” Paige pleaded.
She felt a little scratch on the bottom of her right heel.
“NO, I’m begging you” Paige blurted out as the light scratch became heavier on her nylon clad heel. She tried to supress any giggles, but the scratch started to move up her heel.
“Pleeheheheheeheheeaaseeee” Paige giggled as the woman’s fingernail scratched harder in her heel.
“Such ticklish feet” the woman mocked as she moved her fingernail up to Paige’s right arch.
“Hahahahaa, pleeaasseee hahahahaa STOPPP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige cackled as the single fingernail glided over her wrinkled arch.
Paige tried to cover one foot with the other, laughing as the woman’s nail carried on tickling.
“Aww, does your other foot feel lonely?” The woman mocked, switching her finger onto Paige’s left Arch.
“Hahahahaha Please hahahahahaha” Paige giggled, scrunching up her feet.
After a few minutes, the woman’s concentration was broken by her phone ringing. Paige slumped in the chair, breathing heavily as her feet got a break.
“Hello?” The woman answered the phone.
“HEEEELLLLPPPPP” Paige shouted, trying to alert the person on the phone. “HEEELLPPPP MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”.
Paige’s cries for help were met with the woman dancing her free fingers over Paige’s nylon covered soles.
“Oh, nothing” the woman said whilst continuing to tickle. “I’ve got a ginger girl trying to scam us out of money”.
“Yeah, she’s in the stocks as you requested. You wouldn’t believe how ticklish her tiny feet are”.
“OK, See you in an hour, Bye”.
The woman put the phone down.
“That was my boss, she wants to talk to you” the woman smiled. “Now, where were we?”
“NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO AAAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHA” Paige screamed with laughter as the woman’s fingers glided over the nylon tights.
Nearly twenty minutes passed by as Paige’s feet were tortured by the pointy acrylic nails. Tears were streaming down her rosy cheeks as she screamed with laughter. She didn’t think that the situation could get any worse until the woman stopped tickling her. Her sigh of relief was met with more panic as she felt her right nylon being pulled before it ripped open.
“Aww, look at this French Polish” the woman smiled. “I wonder if your bare foot is more ticklish than the nylon one”.
“N-n-no, please” Paige panted as she felt the stocking being pulled over her whole foot, exposing it.
“Let’s make sure these little piggies can’t move” the woman joked, pushing back her foot against the stocks.
Paige felt some string tickling her bare toes as she squirmed before the woman released her foot. Paige’s eyes went wide with fear as she realised that the woman had tied all of her toes back against the stocks, immobilising them. The woman then pushed back her nylon covered foot and pulled up the nylon from her toes before binding that to the stocks.
“Please, let me go” Paige pleaded. “I can’t take anymore”.
“You should have thought of that before you tried to steal from us” the woman scolded.
“I-I-I didn’t STEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAAALLL AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige began laughing loudly as the woman’s fingers danced all over Paige’s bare foot.
“Unless you are honest with me, this will carry on, over and over” the woman said menacingly, her fingernails fluttering over Paige’s trapped sole.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEEEHEHEHEEEASSEE HAHAHAHAHAAHA” Paige begged, unable to control her laughter.
Twenty minutes passed by slowly as Paige slumped in her chair, unable to get any words out of her mouth, only laughter. Growing in frustration, the woman stopped her attack on Paige’s pale sole.
“This is your last chance to tell me the truth, my boss will be here soon, and she is a lot less forgiving than me” the woman prompted.
“I-I-I didn’t cheat” Paige spat out, panting heavily. “I just saw the cards the dealer had”.
“FUCKING LIAR” The woman snapped, making Paige jump.
“I saw the card as the dealer turned his cards over” Paige whimpered.
“Bullshit” the woman said. “I have given you a chance to come clean, now you will pay for it”.
“I-I-It’s TRUE” Paige replied.
“If you are not going to talk, I don’t want to hear you” the woman said softly, shaking her head.
She stood up from the desk, walked to her drawer and took out a ball gag, walking towards Paige.
“Please, don’t gag me” Paige sputtered out as the woman forced the gag into her mouth, tying it behind her ginger hair.
“You picked the wrong Casino to try and scam” the woman said, wiping the tears away from Paige’s right cheek. “We have a special place for people like you”.
The woman clicked the remote in her pocket, turning all the TV Screens into one large video stream, focused on the roulette tables.
“We are open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. These roulette wheels spin for the vast majority of that time, only breaking for 6-7 hours a day, if we are quiet” the woman said. “Underneath the Casino floor is our holding room, for all our thieves and scammers. Why don’t we see what happens down there”.
Paige watched the giant screen fixate on one roulette wheel, it spun for 30 seconds, stopped for 30 seconds whilst the bets were paid out and new bets taken before spinning again. The camera slowly lowered down through the floor of the casino, focusing on a large revolving rod that turned whenever the wheel span. Paige gulped as the camera continued its decent through another layer of flooring before the sound on the TV’s turned from silence to loud laughter. The camera slowly pivoted downwards to show a man in his early twenties, bound to a table with his feet tied up in the air, pointing upwards.
“Last bets” could be heard before a circular bristle covered pad covered his feet.
He exploded with laughter as the pad began turning, as the croupier spun the roulette wheel.
“We don’t just concentrate on the feet” the woman said, changing the feed to another cell. “We exploit every part of the body, depending on the ticklish levels”.
Paige’s eyes opened wide as she saw a woman, bound to a pole, naked. She was on her tip toes with her arms stretched above her head. The woman bounced from side to side laughing as robotic fingers prodded her sides, armpits and stomach.
“This device with prod the person every time a card is dealt from a couple of our blackjack tables” she smiled, walking towards the desk and turning the TV’s off. “I think it’s time we send you to the assessment room, just so we can tailor your torture areas”.
The woman untied Paige’s toes from the stocks and untied her stocking from the stocks before opening the stocks, releasing her feet. Paige tried to struggle as the woman forced her feet down to the legs of the chair, locking each ankle against a chair leg. She tried to reason with woman but all that came from her mouth was mumbles, controlled by the gag.
“You will meet my boss on the next level down” the woman said as she reached for a lever, pulling it down.
The floor vibrated under Paige before a hole appeared under her chair, the cold air tickled her bare foot as she started her descent downwards in the darkness. Paige leaned her head to the side to see a bright light below as her chair descended into it. She shut her eyes, fearing that she will be crushed until the chair came to a stop in a bright white room.
“Welcome, Paige!” A female voice said softly.
Paige’s eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the lights before she saw an imposing woman stood in a white lab coat with a clipboard. The woman had black hair, tied in a bun, flawless make up and black high heels. There were 3 security guards stood to the side of her.
“My name is Miss Johnson. I am the senior manager of this Casino, and I will be conducting your tests today.” The woman said firmly. “My associates will prepare you for the test”.
Paige watched the 3 men approach and unclip her ankles from the chair. One of them grasped each arm as her wrists were freed by the other. Paige whimpered as they stood her up, taking off her jacket and t-shirt before puling down her skirt and tights. She tried to fight them but was easily overpowered, leaving her standing in her underwear. She was led over to a table in the centre of the room and lifted onto it, pinning her arms above her head before securing them. She managed to kick one of the men wrestling with her feet but was quickly pinned down with her feet locked in the straps at the end of the table. A final few straps were wrapped about her elbows and knees, immobilising her completely. Finally, one of the men removed the gag from Paige’s mouth.
“I expect silence from you for this test, the more noise you make, the worse your stay with us will be” Miss Johnson instructed.
“B-B-But” Paige spluttered out.
“SILENCE” Miss Johnson commanded. “I WILL FUCKING PUT THE GAG BACK IT”.
Paige froze in fear.
“Good” Miss Johnson said softly. “Feather please”.
One of the men took the clipboard from Miss Johnson before passing her a long, stiff turkey feather. She walked towards Paige’s head before flicking the feather across Paige’s neck, making her twitch and flick her head to the side.
“Neck, 5” she said as she moved the feather down to her left armpit.
“Hehehe” Paige giggled instantly.
The feather continued to explore her left armpit, picking up pace as Paige giggled harder, shaking her head from side to side.
“Armpits, 8” Miss Johnson said.
She began to move the feather down Paige’s left-hand side of her body, gliding it across the ribs and sides. Paige shut her eyes tight but within seconds, began giggling again as the feather stroked. The woman put down the feather and sunk her fingernails into Paige’s sides, scattering them u and down.
“AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHA STAAHAHAHAHAHAAPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige screamed with laughter.
“Sides, 9” Miss Johnson instructed.
She picked the feather back up and dragged it across Paige’s pale stomach, not really getting a reaction until she hit her belly button, twisting it inside.
“NOOOHOHOHOHHOHOHOO” Paige laughed.
“Belly, 2, Belly Button 9” Miss Johnson said.
Paige felt the feather move over her underwear to her legs, dragging up and down her thigh as she squirmed.
“Legs, 6”
The feather moved over her knee and down towards her ankle, fluttering around her ankle joint. Paige twitched her left foot, trying to escape.
“Ankles, 8” Miss Johnson said before holding Paige’s foot and dancing the feather over the top of her foot.
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA” Paige blurted out, trying to move her foot away from the feather.
“Foot Top, 9”
She moved her way around to the bottom of the table, keeping Paige’s foot pinned with her hand. Paige jolted as she felt the feather drag up her left sole, made even more sensitive now it was bare from the stocking. She erupted into fits of giggles.
“Soles, 9” Miss Johnson said before moving the feather up to Paige’s left toes, fluttering it underneath them.
“F-FUUCCKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” She screamed with laughter, thrashing around as much as she could.
“Oooo, Toes, 10” Miss Johnson smiled.
“Now for the forbidden areas” Miss Johnson smirked as she walked towards Paige’s side, taking out a pair of scissors and cutting open Paige’s bra.
Paige gulped, knowing how ticklish her breasts are.
Miss Johnson flicked the feather over her nipples, making her squirm and wriggle from side to side. She concentrated on her left nipple, flicking it with the feather.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAHAPPP PLEEAASSEE AHAHAHAHAHHA” Paige laughed.
“Nipples, 10” Miss Johnson smirked before moving to Paige’s pants, pulling them down.
Before Paige could protest, the feather began flicking over her pussy.
“FUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAUUCCKKK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Paige squealed.
“Pussy, 10” Miss Johnson said before stopping.
“P-P-Please” Paige stuttered. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I hate being tickled”.
Her begging was ignored by Miss Johnson, who took the clipboard from the security guard. She carefully studied it before looking back at Paige.
“Can you take her to room 3 for me, I will input her data to the system” Miss Johnson instructed. “She will require oiling before turning the heat up to soak in. After one hour of heating, I am going to recommend that her feet are locked in the overhead stocks controlled by roulette wheel 6. That is due to finish at 3am, then she can be transferred to the blackjack prodding hands until 5am”.
“Yes Ma’am” the security guard said.
“Oh, and can you leave a note for the morning shift for her to be brought to my room after that for some interrogation” Miss Johnson commanded before leaving the room.
“Please guys” Paige begged. “This is just a misunderstanding”.
The guards ignored her before unlocking the wheels on the table and pushing the table out into the corridor, wheeling it past all the individual rooms. The sound of uncontrollable laughter filled Paige’s brain with fear as she finally got to room 3. The table she was on was pushed into the room before being locked in place. Her feet were freed from the ankle restraints and placed in a set of stocks, being lowered from the ceiling.
The guards left the room as Paige struggled to free herself, scared about what was coming her way. The door opened and an Asian woman walked in with a bottle of oil.
“Please, you’ve got to help me” Paige pleaded.
The woman did not speak, instead cut away Paige’s pants and threw them in the bin at the side of the room. She drizzled oil al over Paige’s bare, pale skin before massaging it into every millimetre of skin. After 10 minutes, the woman stopped massaging and fiddled with the settings of the heater before leaving.
Paige spent the next hour struggling with the bonds, pinning her down. She was sweating from the heat in the room as beads of sweat ran down from her forehead. Exhausted, she gave up, just in time for beeping to fill the room. The heater clicked off as the sound of chains moving filled the room.
Paige gasped with fear as the stocks with her feet in began to lift up, pulling her legs in the air. They finally stopped as her bum barely touched the table, she couldn’t see her feet anymore, the stocks covered them from her view.
“Table 6 active” a voice said on the speaker. “Place your bets”.
Paige was horrified to see a bristle covered disc appear, resembling a large toothbrush, touching down on her soles and toes. She tried move her toes, but the bristles covered every part of her skin.
“No more bets” the voice said.
Paige clamped her eyes shut, knowing what was coming her way.
“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA” she cackled as the roulette wheel spun, spinning the bristle covered disc over her feet.
Her feet were even more sensitive than before, with the oil and heat applied. She laughed uncontrollably for the next 25 seconds as the wheel spun, finally slowing down and stopping. She had a brief pause to regain her breath before the wheel spun again, sending her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, her head thrashing from side to side, hands grasping and wriggling.
Paige could do nothing but laugh for the next couple of hours as the bristles tortured her ticklish feet, briefly pausing in between each spin, keeping her alert, dreading the next turn of the wheel.
“Table 6 will be closing after the next spin” the speakers announced.
Paige breathed a sigh of relief, completely forgetting about the next torture coming her way. One more spin forced more laughter from her mouth as her trapped feet felt the ticklish bristles cover ever part of her bare soles and toes. Then it was over.
Just as Paige regained a little bit of breath and strength, she heard mechanical noises fill the room. She turned her head to the side to see robotic fingers appear, stopping just short of her sides, ribs and armpits. Six screens flashed up around her, level with each set of robot fingers showing a different blackjack table.
“No, No, NOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHO” she screamed as the dealers all began to deal cards, setting the fingers off to prod along her sensitive upper body.
She cackled with laughter as they prodded each area, with every card that was dealt. Paige jolted from side to side trying to escape the fingers but couldn’t. For the next two hours, she continuously laughed loudly, as one table slowed down, the other kept going, there was no let up for her.
5am slowly rolled around and the machines finally retracted, allowing Paige a much-needed break. Her feet were lowered down and rested at the bottom of the table, still trapped in the stocks. She lay, exhausted on the table as the door opened, and two different security guards entered. She watched them walk towards her slowly before offering her a drink of water. Paige gulped the water through a straw before they removed the bottle, unclipped the locks on the wheels and began to move the table out through the door.
Paige briefly closed her eyes, falling asleep through exhaustion. When she awoke, she was in a different room, pinned to an X-Frame. She could feel her heels resting on a small platform that her soles and toes overhung. Her ankles, knees, waist, elbows and wrists strapped to the X-Frame.
“I’m glad you’ve finally woken up” Miss Johnson said, appearing into view.
“Please, I haven’t done anything wrong, it’s the dealer, not me” Paige pleaded. “I just exploited it”.
“I’ve heard that before” Miss Johnson said, walking around the X-Frame.
“Please, I have to go, I start my new job today” Paige begged.
“You’re not going anywhere, my dear” Miss Johnson said. “I am going to break you over the next 4 or so hours”.
“Please, you’ve got to believe me” Paige sobbed.
Miss Johnson pressed a button on her remote. A whirring noise filled the room as the X-Frame moved slowly towards a wall of bristle covered discs.
“This device uses our automatic roulette wheel. It spins much quicker than the manual ones” She explained. “All I have got to do is input your data”.
Paige stared at the wall with fear as Miss Johnson pulled out her tablet.
“Feet, toes, knees, hips, sides, ribs, armpits. Oh, and not forgetting your nipples and pussy” she chuckled to herself.
The wall began to vibrate as the discs removed themselves, placing themselves on each listed area of her body.
“When the wheel spins, the discs will randomly spin, focusing on different areas each time” she explained. “Oh, and one more thing, just to completely break you”.
Miss Johnson pressed one more button, Paige could not see what was happening but suddenly felt something rubber press underneath her pussy.
“Whilst the machine is paying out and getting ready for the next spin, the vibrator against your clit will turn on, not giving you a break” she smiled as she walked towards Paige, putting a gag back in her mouth.
“I’ve got a few meetings to attend, have fun”
“MPPHH MPPHH MPPHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAPPHHH” Paige began laughing into the gag as the discs in her armpits spun, torturing her skin.
Twenty seconds later, the discs stopped, and the vibrator turned on, pulsating against her clit. As soon as she had started to enjoy the sensation, it stopped. The discs under and above her feet began to spin, making her scream into her gag.
Over the next couple of hours, different discs span, in different combinations. The vibrator edged her again and again, in between the tickle torture. She was left breathless.
Finally, the discs retracted, giving Paige a much-needed break. Miss Johnson walked over to Paige before lowering the X-Frame, so she was horizontal.
“Do you want the want the good news or the bad news?” Miss Johnson said softly, stroking Paige’s rosy cheeks.
Paige glared at her, exhausted and frustrated.
“The bad news is that you will be with us for the next couple of days, until the croupier is back in. The good news is that you can have a slight break for the next couple of hours, try to get your head down for a bit” she smiled.
Four security guards entered the room holding a straight jacket. The unclipped Paige from the table before putting her in the straight jacket, binding the straps around her. She was placed in a wheelchair and pushed out of the room, down the corridor to a small side room. The guards removed her from the chair and lifted her exhausted body through the door to the padded room, placing her down. There were two straws coming from the wall.
“That’s for water, that’s for a smoothy” one of the guards said, pointing at the straws.
Paige sat in the corner of the room, glaring at the guards. There was a knock at the door and a woman in a white lab coat entered, holding what looked like a strange thong. The guards held Paige’s legs whilst the woman pulled the device up her legs, pressing something plastic into Paige’s pussy, against her clit. The men removed the gag from Paige’s mouth before the woman pressed a button on a remote, sending vibrating pulses to her clit. Paige’s head bounced off the padded wall as the vibrations sent shockwaves up her body before they died off.
“This will turn on and off based on your movements. When you get close to cumming, it will stop” she smiled. “If you ever want to cum, just press this button and it will let you”.
“H-H-How the FUCK am I meant to do that!” Paige scolded, glancing her eyes at the straight jacket.
“I’m sure you will figure it out” she smiled, throwing the remote to the corner of the room before they all left.
The vibrations started back up again for a minutes before dying off, leaving Paige growing in frustration.
