The Perfect Setup - Sex Stories

The Perfect Setup

... against you as slave for life, and her...” pointing to Lari, “ as my slave for a year.” “That would mean you would be my slave for life if I win?” she asked. I nodded. Charlie smiled and said, “Call.” Lari suddenly said, “Wait! Before either of you turn over your cards, shouldn’t we have that bet in writing? ... And we should have a video of you turning over your cards.” She looked over at each of us, “That way the loser can’t back out if things don’t go his– or her– way.” “Good idea,” said Charlie. “I have a contract writer on my tablet and there’s a wireless printer over there on the desk.” I didn’t think it was possible to type that fast on a tablet, but in moments Charlie had the document ready. “A lot of it is boiler plate,” she said in a business-like tone as she pressed the print button. “Go get the stuff out of the printer,” she ordered Donna, and the naked girl scampered over to the desk and returned with two sheets of paper. Everything was there, including the slavery versus castration stakes. Actually, the wording in the contract was that I would be “surgically transformed into a eunuch.” It was hard signing it after reading those words, but I wasn’t really risking anything because I couldn’t lose. Lari handed her cellphone to Barbara and said, “The video is already running. Just don’t fuck this up, or you will regret it.” I turned over my Royal Flush and smiled at Charlie, “Highest hand in the deck,” I said. “I win.” “That would be true in standard poker,” ...

... Charlie said starting to smile deeply herself. “But we are playing jokers wild.” She then turned over her hole cards. Rather than the two kings I had set up in the stacked deck, she turned over two Jokers. That wasn’t possible! Both of those jokers should have been together at the bottom of the deck. Somehow Charlie was cheating! I know she was cheating! But how could I say that without admitting that I, myself, was also cheating? “Five Aces beats a Royal Flush.” Charlie said with an evil grin on her face. I felt something sting me in the arm and looked over toward Barbara who was suddenly wide awake and sober. As I was fading out, I heard Charlie say, “Barb is a world class anesthesiologist. You’re in good hands.” I woke up later in a hospital-style bed in the basement of the cabin. Donna was there wearing scrubs and a nurse’s cap. There was an IV in my arm. I felt totally out of it, like I was on some heavy-duty pain pills. “The third day will be the hardest,” Donna said, “because the swelling might close the ureter where it comes through the skin.” When I heard that, I tried to reach between my legs to feel what was– or wasn’t– there, but my hands were attached to the sides of the bed with surgical restraints. “Can’t have you pulling out an IV or any of the stitches before they heal,” said Donna. “We’ll release you in five days when everything is starting to heal up. But for now it’s time for you to go back to sleep.” I saw her lean over the IV with something in her hands and I ...