Jeff and Lucy walked to the bar of the gaming room. Around them were tables where visitors played traditional card gambling games, mixed in with terminals where others bet on the outcome of the gladiatorial fights happening in the arenas floors below them. The room was large and airy, its transparent ceiling high. Up above was the floor where an orgy seemed to be in progress, and bodies rolled and crawled across the floor, viewed from below by distracted gamblers. Jeff had played some roulette and won a few credits, and feeling successful was going to treat Lucy to a cocktail.

They sat drinking their cocktails and looking at the people around them.

"Having a good time?"

They turned to see a tall man, probably in his fifties, who despite the silvered hair looked energetic. He was dressed in a simple black silk shirt and brocade trousers. Lucy guessed he was a fellow guest.

"Mmm, yes." Lucy said.

The man laughed lightly. "You don't sound convinced. Isn't the Athena your style?"

"Yes, yes it's great." Jeff said.

"But you were expecting something, a bit more... a bit more out there? And you haven't got up the courage to head up there." He nodded to the transparent ceiling.

"No. We thought they were slaves, they were the erm, owned." Lucy explained.

"Oh yes, some of them are, but you don't see too many collars up there. I bet some of them were on your flight down."

"Oh." Lucy replied.

"I'm Segan by the way." The man said reaching forward to shake Jeff's hand and to take Lucy's and kiss it. Both were beginning to come to like this man.

"Are you a regular visitor to An-Kil-Lye?" Lucy asked.

Segan repeated the laugh. "No, I live here. I'm an Owner. I own part of this casino, I like to drop in once in a while to see how it is doing."

"Looks like it's doing well."

"Yes, I'm pleased, but I like the Visitors to have a good time." He turned and nodded to the barmaid.

"Dominus Segan?"

"The same again for my friends and an Andrellan for myself."

"Yes, master." The woman replied, and in a few moments the drinks were on the bar.

"Cheers." Segan said lifting his large glass. "Here's to a happy holiday."

"Cheers. Thanks."

The three sipped their drinks then Segan lent in as if sharing in a conspiracy with them. "Would you like to experience something a little more characteristic of An-Kil-Lye? Nothing like upstairs, not until you're ready, for now, how about gambling the way we really do it here."

"Sounds interesting." Jeff said.

"Do you know what the Ankh-Ring is?"

The couple shook their heads.

"It's where Owners go to gamble, select Visitors too. There you can gamble An-Kil-Lye style, play something like Lay Poker. All you need for that game is one of you to be the so-called token and the other is the Player. You don't need cash to play, just a volunteer up for some fun. Does that sound like you?"

"Well, it certainly seems different." Jeff said, looking around to see Lucy's response.

"As they say in the brochure, when on An-Kil-Lye do as the Ankilyans do." Lucy shrugged, concealing the true curiosity she felt for taking part.

"Yes." Segan laughed. "Well, drink up and I can take you in. I'm well known here. There'll be no formalities for friends of mine."

Lucy wondered about Segan's friendliness, but she guessed it went with the place, everyone here had been attentive. Unlike other resorts she had visited she did not feel they were out just to squeeze as much money out of her and Jeff as possible and she liked that. Segan seemed sincere enough. Lucy downed her drink, this stuff was certainly strong. Anyway, nothing ventured, nothing gamed, and it would certainly make a good story for the girls back home.

Lucy collected her bag and followed Jeff and Segan, who was explaining more about the casino, across the gaming room. In moments they were at the dark shiny doors to what Lucy guessed was the Ankh Ring. It certainly had the feel of being admitted to a special club. A very large man in a long leather coat, his eyes hidden behind wrap-around sunglasses stood beside the shiny black doors. Though Lucy knew much of his bulk was probably muscle graft, she still found his hard form arousing. She blinked and shook her head, telling herself she should be concentrating on Jeff and wondered for a moment if the rumour about the owners pumping pheromones through the air conditioning was true. She did not have long to consider it as the sheer black doors separated and the three of them stepped through into a deeply carpeted corridor lit with low lights.

As they walked forward, the doors slid closed, shutting out all the noise and flashing lights of the gaming floor. The corridor curved down and away from them to the left and right. In front of them was a short column with a small cluster of computer tablets on it. Behind it a portion of the curved wall slid open and a woman stepped out. She wore maroon leather, a shade that matched the carpet: a three-quarters length coat over sleek trousers and sharp-heeled ankle boots. The collar at her neck was the colour of her leathers.

"Greetings. Welcome to the Athena's Ankh-Ring. I am Cassandra." The woman said warmly. "Greetings, Dominus Segan."

Segan nodded in response. "Cassandra, these are a couple of friends of mine: Jeff and Lucy. They want to play Lay Poker. Do you have a slot free?"

Cassandra glanced at a small screen on her wrist. "Yes, Dominus, there's a seat free in Room 4. They're just short a player, so you can start immediately."

"Great, what do we do?" Jeff asked enthusiastically.

"First you decide who'll be the Player and who the token."

"Oh, I'm the token, I'm useless at cards." Lucy jumped in.

"Fine. If you're happy with that, please read these regulations and if you agree, put your thumb on the bottom. Once you have done that you are bound by the Ankh-Ring rules. The Athena has the final say."

Cassandra took two computer tablets and handed them over to Jeff and Lucy. Like Jeff, Lucy just scrolled through the text until she reached the place where she had to place her thumb.

'Lucy Carol Miller - Visitor status' appeared next to where she had pressed. In seconds it blinked and changed, with the words 'Athena token' appearing in red after her name. Though she saw she retained her visitor standing, there was something about seeing herself described as a token which made her tingle.

Jeff glanced over at Lucy and smiled. In moments a man in a black suede tabard and trousers came along the corridor from the left.

"Right, you're all sorted, time for me to go." Segan said. "Come and tell me about how it went later."

"Certainly." Jeff said, shaking Segan's hand.

"If you'll come this way, sir, I'll take you to Room 4." The man in black said to Jeff.

"And I'll take you to change." Cassandra said to Lucy.

Lucy stretched for a moment to kiss Jeff then turned to follow Cassandra.

"Have fun, guys." Segan called and turned back to the doors to the gaming room.

The couple waved quickly to him, then, whilst Jeff went down the curved corridor, Cassandra pressed a button which revealed a different doorway behind her. Lucy followed her into a dark corridor, which like the one they had left had only low lighting, but was narrower. Soon they passed a series of doors each with a number. Most had a small blue light lit above them. Then Cassandra stopped at a door marked '4-6', its light was dark.

"This is the one. Your husband will be in the appropriate slot on the other side. If you just leave your clothes in the ante-room you can go straight through into the gaming chamber. If you have any queries the system will advise you.

"Right." Lucy said a little nervously. She was a bit worried about the clothes bit.

"It'll be fine once you're in there." Cassandra smiled.

"Okay."

Lucy stepped through the door into what looked like a small changing room, in a brilliant white, with a small bench and hooks on the wall.. The door into the corridor closed and seemed to merge with the wall. Lucy pressed at it but it would not budge.

"token, you cannot leave until your Player has ceased playing." A voice said from above her.

Lucy tried the other door, but this too would not move.

"token, you cannot proceed into the gaming chamber until you are naked. Remove your clothing."

Lucy hesitated and began to panic a little. She reached down and was about to undo her shoe.

"token, failure to comply with the gaming rules will constitute a breach of contract and your liberty will be rescinded."

To Lucy that sounded like a threat. She remembered what the guidebook had said about An-Kil-Lye's laws. She quickly removed her shoes and then slipped her dress over her head. She told herself it was no different than going to a swimming pool or for a medical examination. She guessed too, that Jeff would be waiting for her and her prevarication was delaying him. In her underwear Lucy tried the door again, but it would still not move.

"token, you must be naked before you enter the gaming chamber. You have 2 minutes to comply or you will be handed over to the SEB."

Lucy was not really certain what that meant, but it sounded like the police. Reluctantly she took off her bra and panties and left them folded on the bench. As she did the door to the gaming chamber slid open. Self-consciously, Lucy stepped through. As she did the door slid closed behind her and like the other, seemed to disappear into the wall, she knew there was no going back now until the game was over or Jeff threw in his cards. The voice seemed content with her behaviour now and Lucy took the opportunity to look around her. She was in a clear pod which was about a man's height above the gaming room. Five other pods were around the walls of the room. Three others held naked women like herself, one of them contained three of them, and the other two pods held men. At first Lucy felt self-conscious and tried to cover her breasts and pussy, but realised no-one was looking at her, and the other tokens were in the same situation as herself.

Below them were six card players, five men and a woman, plus the house dealer, a dapper man in a black suit. Lucy waved at Jeff but he was busily talking with the man in the black tabard and then with a waiter with a drink. There were no chips in front of any of the players instead there was a small keypad which Lucy guessed the players used to bet. For the first time, Lucy realised what this all meant. She was Jeff's chips, he would use her to bet. Lucy felt dizzy, she wondered what would happen if he lost, would she end up with someone else? What did that mean would happen? What if he won, would he get a slave? What would they do with her/him?

Lucy had no time to think further.

"Game commencing." The voice told her and Lucy's eyes were fixed on the game. Jeff was sat beneath her, and she tried to look at the cards of the man beside him, but she could not see them from where she stood, she guessed that was so she had no chance to signal what they were to Jeff. Lucy just watched the cards as they appeared on the table. She knew a little about poker, but was uncertain what the house rules were here, and she could not make out who was leading, probably the house, they were the ones who usually came out best. Behind the dealer Lucy now noticed a screen showing pods holding men and women. She could not make it out clearly but as play progressed parts of their body seemed to turn a shiny black, not a human skin tone, but as deep black and as glossy as the doors to the Ankh-Ring.

Lucy caught a movement from the corner of her eye. She saw the man in one of the pods go rigid and she wondered what was happening. He seemed frozen in place. Then a spray began coming from the wall of the pod. In seconds his right foot was covered in a shiny black material that looked like the rubber clothes of the slaves Lucy had seen at the terminal. Then in the pod with the three women each of them froze and the nearest one's left leg and then both her breasts were covered in the quick drying spray. At least, Lucy thought, it must be better than being naked. She guessed that this was how the betting worked, the Players bet parts of their tokens' bodies and if they were lost, then they were sprayed to show so. Lucy watched enthralled as another woman froze and was sprayed, this time the gloss coating the lower half of her body in moment, making it appear she would skin-tight leggings and boots. Jeff seemed to be doing alright, Lucy thought, then suddenly she felt she could not move. She tried to turn her head, to shout but something in the pod was stopping her. Now she could only guess what was to happen next. She felt her heels rising from the floor then the spray started. She could not see it but she could sense both her feet were being covered in the shiny material. Then she was released. Lucy looked down alarmed at what might have happened. It looked like her feet were in glossy black ankle boots. She reached down to touch where she had been sprayed, and confirmed that the black shine was stuck to her skin. She tried scratching it off, pulling it away, to no avail. Lucy began to worry what was going to happen to her. She turned to the door, but it would again not budge. Then the pod seemed to fill with a heavy scent and Lucy suddenly felt drowsy. Soon she could not remember what she was worrying about and returned to looking at the game. As she stepped, she noticed the underside of her feet had been adhered to a pair of high, sharp heels. Again Lucy tried walking in them, it seemed quite difficult but it was clear they adjusted her posture so her thighs and calves were taut and her bum was thrust out. Looking around the room she could see that some of her fellow tokens had quite a few parts of their bodies covered in gloss, but the woman who had been coated up to her waist now had her bum and left leg clear of the black shine. This reassured Lucy a little as it meant that if the Players won, they could recapture the lost part of their tokens. Lucy was sure that this would happen for Jeff.

Then in an instant Lucy froze again and could do nothing as she felt the spray come, covering both her legs from front and back. She wondered how far it would go, but the spray stopped below her knee and Lucy was free to move again. This time she looked down at her legs, they seemed to be wearing the sleekest boots she had ever seen. They were impossibly shiny and Lucy could not stop herself running her fingers over them. She wondered what it would be like to walk around dressed in these for all to see. The thought made her tingle, but she dared not let herself think about the spray raising higher and creating the thigh boots for her that seemed so common here.

Suddenly the glass of her pod went opaque. Lucy hurried up to it, trying to see through.

"Player 6 has ceased playing." The voice told her. "Account to be settled."

Lucy wondered what was happening, but she guessed Jeff had had enough. She had not seen him look up at her at all through the game, his attention had been focused entirely on his cards. Suddenly there was a humming sound and Lucy felt a vibration go through her. Then she stumbled a little as her heels hit the carpet. She looked down to see her lovely boots had crumbled away to dust, removed by some sonic cleaning system. Lucy felt a little disappointed, and she walked over to the door to the anteroom on tiptoes, pretending that she still had the high-heels on.

"token place your hands on the bar."

Lucy did as she was told. On the small screen up came the details of who she was and that she had Visitor and token status. Satisfied the door slid open and Lucy stepped into the ante-room. In moments she was sealed off from the gaming chamber. She quickly got dressed trying to ignore the pulsing sensation in her pussy. She realised how much the whole process had excited her. She went to the exit door, and again, prompted by the voice she put her fingers on the bar. Again the system let her out and Lucy's eyes adjusted as she stepped into the dark corridor.

In the corridor Cassandra was waiting for her. "How was that? Did you like being a token?"

Lucy hesitated. "Yes, I guess so. Did Jeff win?"

"He must have done."

"That's good, though I would have liked to keep those boots they sprayed on."

"You liked them?"

Lucy nodded. "So smooth, so shiny."

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to get something similar from one of the stores. You know Masterton has some of the best shopping in the galaxy and the Athena has branches of the leading stores here in the complex."

Lucy followed as Cassandra gave her the familiar details about the facilities on offer. When they reached Cassandra's station, Jeff was waiting there.

"I did good." He smiled.

"I thought you did." Lucy hurried forward and kissed him. She felt really horny now, probably from standing naked on show.

"I lost a few hands, but then I won some off a couple of other players, I'm sure they were drunk, so when I came to settle up, I could swap what I had won off them for what people had won off me."

"Very clever." Lucy said, but not really following the explanation. Now she was out of the pod she was aware how much effect the two cocktails were having.

"So what now, do you want to find Segan and see what he suggests we try next?"

Lucy shook her head, then moved in close to her husband, sliding her hand slowly up the front of his trousers, pleased at the response she found. "I'm hot and wet, let's go back and see what you can do about it. It's not fair the others got to see me standing there naked and in those boots and you didn't get a taste of it."

"Sounds like a good idea." Jeff grinned and wrapped his arm around Lucy, he steered them back through the doors and headed back to their suite.

After a long night of passion Lucy and Jeff woke late and had an all-day breakfast brought to their rooms. Lucy had no idea how long the days were here, it always seemed pretty dark outside and everything was open at any time. Whilst Jeff watched the latest gladiatorial fight hologramed to their room, Lucy set off to check out some of the much publicised shops that Masterton had. She caught the monorail the short way to its main shopping street. She did not admit it, but she was keen to find boots of the kind she had worn in the Ankh-Ring, what she thought of as the night before. It was obviously a quiet time for shopping and Lucy passed few other people as she walked along the row of shops. Then one on the end of the row caught her attention. It was draped with numerous pieces of lingerie, typical of the things she had seen in the catalogue in her and Jeff's room. She browsed through them but there was nothing that satisfied her. Lucy kept thinking of the look and feel of the boots she had worn in the Ankh-Ring the night before. Her eyes were drawn to a doorway at the back of the shop where she caught a glimpse of the shine she was looking for. As she walked in the direction of the doorway a female assistant appeared beside her. The woman had sleek black hair cut so it curved around her face. Her eyes were a dark blue, and her full lips were expertly accentuated with bronze lip gloss. She was dressed in black leather: an almost backless top held on by thin laces across her tanned back, and a tight mini-skirt. Her long shapely legs slid into patent high heeled platform soled shoes with tiny silver padlocks. Lucy looked again and noticed the studded collar at her neck, and knew that like all the service staff she had met this woman was owned. A badge clipped to her top simply said 'Bianca'.

"Can I help you?" Bianca asked.

"Erm, yes, I'm looking for a pair of boots. In black rubber I guess." Lucy looked through the doorway to see of she could see anything like what she wanted.

Bianca followed Lucy's gaze. "Are you thinking of offering yourself?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you intending to become owned?"

"Erm, no, I'm just looking for some boots."

"It's just that this is an official, Syndicate, store and that is our slavewear section." Bianca nodded through the doorway.

"Oh, I didn't know there was a difference between the shops, this one just looked the best. I was just looking for something similar to what I got in the Ankh-Ring last night."

Bianca's attitude seemed to settle. "You were in an Ankh-Ring? Where?"

"Yes, at the Athena. I'm staying there with my husband. We played Lay Poker, I was his token."

"You were a token? That explains things. Maybe you should speak to a representative from the Bureau, the SEB, they can help you out. You'd be better to offer yourself direct rather than play as a token."

"No, it was fine, it felt good."

"It would, yes, some people like it a lot."

"I'm one of them."

"Okay, in that case there should be no problem with you looking for boots in here rather than sending you to one of the privately-owned shops."

Bianca reached behind the counter. She brought out something that looked like a black glass rod attached by a cable to a hand-held console.

"It has to be retinal scan, fingerprints aren't suitable for access here, they're liable to be erased."

"No worries." Lucy looked into the glass rod, there was a quick flash and text started scrolling up on Bianca's console, she turned it so Lucy could see it - 'Lucy Carol Miller -Athena token, Visitor status'.

Bianca glanced at the doorway as if uncertain what would happen but the doorway turned to green.

"That's great. Go in. I'll join you in a moment." Bianca said, her eyes now focusing on new customers.

"Thanks." Lucy said and stepped through the doorway feeling a burst of excitement as she did.

Inside the slavewear section black was the predominant colour with red and a few other shades here and there and many clothes carried silver studs. Lucy walked past various leather collars and restraints to rubber miniskirts, bras, halter tops and finally boots. Lucy felt surprisingly at home among the rows of glistening clothes that swayed as she passed; unaware that not long ago she would have been startled that such items even existed let alone that she would be browsing through them.

Lucy found a pair of knee-high black latex boots with a sharp heel, just like the ones she had worn as a token. She took them down from the hanger and crossed to the seats to try them on. However, her attention was snatched away by the two women who walked in with Bianca.

The first woman, probably in her late thirties, was clearly an Owner. She strode in knee-length laced leather boots that shone from polishing. Above, her legs wore quilted chocolate brown leather jodhpurs that stretched high up her waist. Her top seemed to be of sheer satin, a dark russet shade under the bolero jacket of quilted leather that matched her jodhpurs. Around her neck was a heavy gold torc and in her nose and ears sat discs of burnished gold. Her hair was an auburn mane of braids scooped back from her strong-featured face.

In her left, gloved, hand the mistress held a leash which ran to the collar of a naked slave woman. She looked rather dazed, but she smiled and Lucy guessed that the sensation she had felt when coming into this section was multiplied for a slave. As the slave looked around her, almost in awe, she seemed familiar to Lucy. Then Lucy recognised her as one of the party of four women who had sat across the aisle from Jeff and Lucy on the flight down; she had been Sue or Wendy.

"... it is amazing what a few drinks can do to a young woman's view of her future. I picked her up at a late-night SEB auction. Her feet have hardly touched the ground since. I want her looking good before I take her back to my slave kennels as my latest bitch. Properly trained, I have a feeling this one will be so fine." The mistress continued explaining to Bianca as she walked.

"Yes, I am sure you are right, madam. What sort of thing was madam thinking of buying today?"

"I was thinking of very long boots. She's only been used to casual shoes, I want her to see how good a slave looks in boots. For the rest, I want her body on display, she needs to become natural with how a slave's body is always accessible."

"Very good, madam." Bianca said. She crossed to the rows of rubber clothes, paying no attention to Lucy. She took down a bra and then what looked like a pair of rubber trousers. She carried them over to the women.

"A good selection." The mistress said. "Put them down there, she needs to dress herself in them; accept that this is what she wears."

Bianca rested the clothes on a seat.

"Maia." The mistress said.

The slave hesitated, apparently unfamiliar with her new name, but she looked at her owner, eager to please.

"Yes, Mistress." She said after a few moments.

"Put on these clothes."

"Yes, Mistress." Her response was faster.

To Lucy it was clear that Maia was rapidly learning her role. She picked up the shiny rubber bra and quickly slipped it on. Lucy had to admit it sexily accentuated Maia's shapely breasts as her nipples stood aroused and prominent in the tight rubber. Maia then began sliding her legs into what Lucy could now see were boots. They glided right up to her thighs where they became like chaps. As the top of the boots slid it place at her waist, Maia's legs were sealed in sleek, shiny black rubber stretching town to the long sharp heels, that to Lucy, seemed impossibly tall. The top of the chaps, though coating her hips, ran like a thong between her cheeks, that were thrust out bare from the rubber. Similarly her crotch was naked, and Lucy had no doubt the mistress would soon be accessing both.

"Excellent." The mistress said, "Parade for me."

Lucy watched breathlessly as Maia began stepping in the boots, at first tentatively, then with more confidence. Her mistress let out her leash slowly as Maia strutted in Lucy's direction, her rubber-coated breasts thrust before her; her new slaverwear forcing her bum to sway sexily with every step she took.

"You look hot." Lucy said admiringly as Maia stepped past her.

Maia seemed not to notice, it was clear to Lucy that her attention was solely on pleasing her mistress. Lucy wondered how quickly an independently-minded woman could become so servile. Maia turned and walked back to her mistress who seemed displeased.

"Who is this?" The mistress asked Bianca, gesturing at Lucy.

"A Visitor, madam, looking for boots."

"I thought only Owners and owned were allowed here, this is a Syndicate store." The mistress looked Lucy over as if seeing her for the first time. Lucy felt a tingle as she realised the mistress was appraising her as no doubt she had appraised Maia.

"And the proto-owned, madam, she is a token." Bianca said cautiously.

"The proto-owned, of course, she should be in here." The mistress seemed satisfied. "A token? Such a waste."

The mistress walked over to Lucy, her leather creaking gently as she moved. Lucy thought she should feel fear or distaste, but as the mistress smiled at her she felt wanted and she felt sure that true satisfaction was almost in her grasp and would come from this mistress.

"I'm Domina Zyrenne. Come with me, we'll go straight to the Bureau. You can offer yourself direct to me, save all the hassle of being auctioned." She glanced at the boots Lucy had let go from her hands. "Come with me and you'll walk from here dressed just like Maia. You'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like to be wearing a pair of long, tight shiny boots as you walked in public with your mistress wouldn't you?"

Lucy felt herself nodding. Somewhere inside her she felt the need to answer the way that Maia would. Lucy's pulse thundered as she realised she was only moments away from becoming an erotic toy, a sex-pet forever.

Lucy snatched her gaze away from the mistress realising she was drenched in sweat and her pussy was throbbing hungrily. She glanced down at the boots she had picked and saw her distorted reflection in their blackness. She remembered why she wanted these boots, so she could appear sexy for Jeff. Jeff: his features came into her mind. Lucy stood up quickly and ran from the room, glad as the doors parted before her, uncertain that if she was called back she would be able to resist returning to the mistress.

The issue of going back to the Athena's Ankh-Ring remained unspoken between Lucy and Jeff until a couple of evenings later. Lucy had to come to realise that the irritation she felt was a frustration, she had the urge, the need to feel the sensation of the boots tight against her skin.

"Jeff, do you think we could go back to the Ankh-Ring and play Lay Poker again?"

"Certainly, I was thinking that." Jeff admitted, he seemed eager. "You had no problem with being naked up there?"

"No. I found it really sexy. Let's go now."

"Okay."

They were soon heading out from their suite. Lucy had put on a teeshirt, a short skirt and slip-on shoes, ready to undress quickly. The couple crossed the gaming floor of the Athena unchallenged and walked straight into the Ankh-Ring. Cassandra was standing just inside, clad in her familiar maroon leather.

"Mr and Mrs Miller, I'm glad to see you back. You'd like to play more Lay Poker?"

"Certainly." Jeff said, clearly enjoying getting back into the spirit of it.

"As you have been a Player before, and Dominus Segan vouched for you, I'm pleased to say you can play on Level 2."

"That's great, mix with the big boys rather than drunk tourists." Jeff had obviously been reading up on the gaming procedures.

"Will Mrs Miller be the token again?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes." Jeff said.

"Mrs Miller?"

"Oh yes, certainly, it gave me such a buzz."

"Good. If you'd just thumb print here." Cassandra turned the small screen to Lucy.

Lucy pressed her thumb where Cassandra indicated and her details appeared on the screen.

"Do you want to scan my eyes like they did in the shop?"

"The shop?"

"Yeah, you know the SEB Shop."

"You were in there?" Cassandra asked.

"After our last visit, I was looking for some boots."

"Right. You know you can't influence the outcome of the game?"

"Sure, I'm just the token."

"Bring me luck." Jeff said and quickly kissed her.

"Room 23, Mr Miller."

"See you later." Jeff called and set off down the corridor like an old hand.

As Lucy looked back she saw the door behind Cassandra was already open. She stepped through and it closed quickly behind her, sealing firmly in seconds. There was now no going back. This time she knew the procedure and she did not hesitate to do what was expected of her. In minutes she was stepping into the gaming chamber. This one was bigger than the one she had been in before and there were various metal rings fitted into the wall, but she was uncertain what their purpose was. The room below was bigger too with nine Players including Jeff. A couple were dressed in typical holiday clothes like him, but others were more exotically clad. One woman wore tight red leather, an outfit that reminded Lucy of the mistress in the shop. Two women reclined at her feet and she would occasionally drop them what looked like sweets. One heavily bearded man wore a heavy fur coat, another was totally masked with even his eyes concealed behind dark lenses. One woman was entirely naked bar for a chain mail cloth that hung over her pussy, torcs around her neck and arms and bars in her breasts and navel. The sights were so different to anything Lucy had experienced that she barely noticed that the game had begun. She glanced around at the other pods. Only a couple of them held a single individual, others had between three and six, often a mix of men and women, sometimes just of one sex. In the pod above the masked man, the tokens were tied in place by leather cords.

Suddenly, Lucy felt the familiar inability to move. Then she felt her heels being pushed up impossibly high, so that her foot was pointing almost vertically downwards as if she were a ballerina, she realised that the long heels that would form part of her new boots were in place. Then the spray came sealing her feet into shiny ankle boots with seven inch heels. Released, Lucy tottered forwards on the boots. She worried that she would not be able to keep her balance, but as the boots had become like her own feet she was soon adept at it. She loved the boots, they were so sleek, showing off her shapely feet. She was eager for them to be extended, and she dared not wish that this time they could reach her thighs. Lucy gasped as she felt the familiar freezing and found herself fixed in place. She could feel the spray covering her calves, then delightfully her knees, but Lucy's heart pounded as she realised it was not stopping and in moments her thighs were coated with the gloss. Released again, Lucy strutted, running her hands over her glistening thighs pointing out her toe to show off the whole of her glossy legs. Lucy remembered the slave in the shop, and thought how much better her own boots were than Maia's.

Lucy felt eager to stuff her fingers into her pussy, which was loose and juicy. However, Lucy found that whenever she tried to move her hands close to her sex, they froze and she gave up, instead trying to distract herself by looking round the room. The woman opposite was coated up to her waist and Lucy wondered what that would feel like. As she watched the spray head came right out and penetrated the frozen woman's pussy. Lucy guessed that that had a high value, the bets in this game seemed a lot higher than the previous one. Lucy watched as the head withdrew leaving the woman shuddering in pleasure, stroking ferociously at her now glossy clit and pussy lips. Lucy ran her hands across the slippery coating of her thighs, wishing she could walk out from the pod now and parade in these second skin boots for everyone to admire. Then she locked and Lucy gasped as the spray began coating her hips and bum. In moments she was able to look down on herself, she was now half coated in gloss as if she wore rubber leggings. Lucy was eager to touch it. She strutted around her pod impatiently until the inevitable happened and the system froze her once more. Wherever she was in the pod, the spray heads seemed to be able to pinpoint her exactly.

This time the spray head emerged on a flexible arm and Lucy gulped, but there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Her mind burned with a white light as the cool metal entered deep within her. She gasped as she felt her bum similarly invaded and in seconds she could feel the spray deep within her, coating her most intimate areas as someone won them in the game. Lucy was breathless once she could move again. She looked down to her pussy which had been naked just moments before, Jeff must have lost again. Now, with it adapted to what the system wanted, Lucy somehow knew she would be able to touch it. Tentatively she ran her hands over the engorged lips, as black and shiny as the rest of her body, but rigid and open ready to receive anything. It was so perfectly smooth that any cock or dildo could now slide so easily deep inside her. Her clit, hard and shiny, was like a tiny dildo itself and as she gently touched it, Lucy shuddered with pleasure throughout her body.

The pleasure continued so Lucy did not notice that the system had locked her in place once more. She did not know if she was losing sense of time or whether the changes were coming closer together. In moments the spray had covered her midriff and without pause, her back right up to her shoulders, then she must have fainted as both her breasts were soon glistening, black orbs, their nipples unnaturally erect. When she could move, Lucy's hands explored the slipperiness of her body, from her shiny pussy, that took her fingers so easily, to her tingling firm breasts. Suddenly Lucy felt irritated, her hands jerked back from her body leaving her sex and her breasts hungry for more. However, something told Lucy that she should be patient as the rewards would be great. In moments Lucy found she could move again, and that the gloss covered both her arms so now it appeared she was wearing the tightest, shiniest wet suit possible. Lucy lifted her hands and was a bit alarmed. They now were now like the rest of her body, glistening with the shiny rubber coating, but more than that her fingers had fused, only her thumbs stood apart from the rest of her hands, as if she wore rubber mittens. However, the more Lucy looked at them the more she began to like their new form and she started to think how good they would be for sliding around a rock-hard cock. Slowly Lucy ran her hands across her slick body, which tingled everywhere she touched. Her rubber-coated nipples were particularly sensitive and rose hard as she brushed her hands over them.

Suddenly Lucy felt her body go rigid once again and this time her gaze was forced to just looking straight ahead. Now she could only look opposite her, to see the woman there was clad from neck to toe in shiny rubber. Her eyes seemed vacant, just staring ahead without emotion. She looked so much like one of the room slaves, the only difference was that her face was still visible. Lucy tried to signal to her but she found she could not move. However, rather than the panic Lucy anticipated she felt a curiosity, even an excitement sweep her to see what was going to happen next. As she continued looking a tube lowered from the ceiling above the woman, sliding quickly over her head. In stayed there for a few moments then lifted away to show the woman's features hidden behind a rubber mask that seemed so sleek and smooth, sealed to the rubber of her neck and shoulders leaving no apparent dividing line.

Lucy could see the woman's Player was tense. One of the casino staff came over and spoke to him. The Player seemed to protest but then nodded. He jabbed a few buttons then threw up his hands. It was clear he had lost. He glanced up at his token but then turned away, running quickly from the room. Lucy focused her gaze back on the token. A visor now covered the woman's eyes and her body seemed to be quivering. Lucy wondered what was happening to the woman, but something told her it was good and exciting. Eventually the visor pulled back into the ceiling and a robotic arm reached out from the wall behind the woman. The arm held a circle of black rubber with a silver metal ring at the front. In seconds it was sealed around the woman's neck. The token then moved, turning to a door on the side she had come in. Lucy felt excited for the woman, and envious of her being able to strut around in her sexy, glossy skin. The door in the side of the woman's pod slid open and almost robotically she stepped out. A woman in maroon leather appeared and led her from Lucy's sight.

Lucy again tried to turn her head to see if she could see Jeff or any of the other players, but there was no way she could move. In seconds she realised why as she began to see the tube sliding down over her head. Something within it seemed to be dissolving her hair and she felt it drawn away by some vacuum above. Lucy felt nervous at what was happening, but then she was reminded how sexy the other woman had been once her features had been coated by the mask. In seconds her own mask was being slid over her smooth head, slipping easily into place but quickly adhering to her. The masked curved around her lips in moments coating her teeth making them into two smooth rows of rubber, then turning her tongue into a slippery sexual tool. Soon the mask was shaped to her face, fused to her skin. Neither Lucy or Jeff knew that even if he was able to win her back now there was no way the process could be reversed and Jeff would simply win what was now a casino slave.

Already Lucy could hear seductive voices fed through her mask telling her how much she loved her glossy body. Lucy was unable to disagree and in moments she realised she had been turning into nothing except a sexual toy. Lucy began moving her body, stroking herself, loving the sensations this brought. She realised there was no longer a question of what she was, just of whom she belonged to. A visor slid down over Lucy's eyes and she could see the game now as if looking over Jeff's shoulder. She could hear the man from the casino telling Jeff that he had one last play to win Lucy or lose her to the casino. Jeff accepted the offer but Lucy had no idea what the result was as in moments she shuddered into orgasm. It repeated again and again as she became part of the casino's property and she was shaped to its designs. Lucy loved the fact that her body had become a rubber-coated puppet so that she could enjoy the pleasure so fully, so unashamedly.

Images flashed rapidly in the visor showing her in a range of sexual positions as if through her own eyes: straddling men, sucking their cocks, playing with her gloss covered body, playing with bodies of other slaves. Seductive voices whispered in her ears and Lucy's mind was assailed by thoughts of pleasure. She tried to reach to grasp them, she was eager to make them real. Then her fogged mind noticed something tight around her neck and she realised her slave collar was being locked around her throat. Now, increasingly she realised that pleasure only came with obedience. She was grateful to the casino for making her so ready to be a sexual tool, she was so grateful she would now do anything they wished. In moments, though, she knew obedience was more, the repeated images stripped away her ability not to obey, even if her mind tried to resist, she knew her body would not. Slowly she understood, the casino owned both her body and mind, what was disobedience? It was no longer a concept she could grasp, she existed to obey and serve. Suddenly there was a flash of light and she felt as if she was born again.

She looked out blankly as the visor lifted away from her. She stepped forward as she knew she had to and rested her left hand on the exit bar. The small screen above the bar read 'Fingerprints - not available'. The retinal scan light ran over her eyes and the system seemed satisfied. 'Slave - LPT0871'. Of course the slave could not read this, so it sounded softly in her ears.

"Slave wait."

LPT0871 obeyed until the door opened and she walked out as a woman in maroon leather appeared.

"Slave follow."

The slave obeyed, pleased that her rubber-coated body was on display and paid no attention to what she was passing as she walked along corridors and finally into a hotel suite. The woman opened the door and showed the slave her closet. Programmed well, the slave entered and sat down. The door closed, the slave waited. She had no idea how long, but that was no concern of hers. Then the guest entered and the slave stood to attention and as the guest came close to the slave closets she began moving sexily.

"Would Master like to use this slave's body?" She asked, hearing the male slave in the next closet saying the same.

The guest watched LPT0871 dance for a while and then opened the door. Details she would need to know about this man came to the slave's ears. This was Jeffrey Miller, businessman who had arrived with his wife who had been enslaved by the casino. He particularly liked oral sex and submissive women.

LPT0871 stepped from the closet on her high heels and walked seductively towards Jeff running her hands across her perfectly glossy body, offering her breasts for him to sample.

"Suck me off." Jeff said simply.

LPT0871 fell to her knees and waited whilst Jeff unzipped his trousers and let his hard cock explode out. The slave wrapped her smooth hands around it drawing it to the shine of her pursed lips, her slippery tongue darting out to tantalise it. The visor had trained her perfectly and she had memories of herself sucking tens of cocks, working them skilfully to give the great pressure. She curled the end of her tongue then slid the cock into its welcoming curve making it slippery and more than ready to slide deep into her mouth. In moments Jeff was gasping as this toy licked and rolled his cock in her mouth. He latched his hands to her slippery head, panting as the slave continued to tease, her slick tongue gliding easily around his stone flesh.

"Please, please." Jeff begged breathlessly and with a skilled flick of her tongue triggered his orgasm, drinking deep as he bucked against her, firing his spunk into her.

Jeff stepped back looking at the blank-eyed gaze of the slave with his sperm trickling from the corners of her mouth across the oil-like shine of her face.

"Master?" The slave asked eagerly.

"A moment." Jeff said as he zipped his trousers back up.

Jeff walked across to the closet holding the male slave and opened the door. LPT0871 watched waiting for a signal of how she could best serve her master next. The male room slave stepped out. LPT0871 admired how shapely his body was and loved the glistening rubber which coated him. Then something told her she should focus on her master and how generous he was to be using here.

"Take her up the arse." Jeff ordered.

Instantly LPT0871 turned herself over, kneeling with her arms stretched out on the floor in front of her with her tight shiny bum thrust up to receive the slave's cock. She loved it as she felt him kneel behind her, his rubbered flesh sliding across her. Then in moments his hard cock was easing into her. LTP0871 knew her arse, like her pussy, was adapted to welcome it. As his cock eased into place, she tightened to give him the sensation that made him grunt in delight. She loved the feel of the weight as his cock filled her and his body pressed against her, thrusting back and forth, building a new orgasm within her, making her shudder with the delight of delayed climax in a pleasure that seemed endless, she was oblivious to anything else.

Finally Jeff ordered. "Both of you cum."

LPT0871's sensations exploded, sending her slippery body skidding across the carpet as she let out a moan, ecstatic in the pleasure her current master gave her and loving the fact that she was the perfect sexual toy for whatever he wanted. LPT0871 was certainly a wonderful room slave.