#set 4

Inspired by the casino verse, I put my last and final @nsfwhumptober piece in a casino setting. This is rather long, and definitely one of my more explicit pieces, so the whole thing can be found on AO3. Took some work, but I’m happy with the result.

(Thanks to @whumping-newbie for developing the Casino setting and @what-a-whump for constant inspiration and the permission to borrow her OC, Ruby)

Madeline takes her boxie Ira to the Casino and gets carried away with the thrill of betting...

Prompts used (Set 4 / Alt): Entertainment, In Public, Pet

Content notes: lady whump, pet whump, EXPLICIT noncon, multiple whumpers (male and female), mutual noncon, implied forced prostitution (not the main character), whumper + whumpee pov, BBU, conditioning. Starts soft, ends very rough.

"Sorry, Ma'am." The security guard signs for Madeline to stop, as she is just about to pass by his mahogany desk and enter into the huge lobby of the Casino. She raises a brow and meets his gaze evenly. The shoes she's chosen for today, deep red matching her dress and heels to die for, make her even taller than she usually is. It's effective enough to make him clear his throat and shift uncomfortably, before he points at Ira's collar. "Pets aren't allowed in. Casino guidelines."

Ira curls herself into Madeline's side, her lean, fit form easy to overlook when she behaves so submissive. She's adorable, when she fears to be separated from her Mistress. "Shhh", Madeline whispers into Ira's fluffy white locks. "Don't worry, kitty, I won't leave you tonight."

"Madam, I can't bend the rules for you, I'm -" 

Madeline cuts him off. "Don't worry, boy. It's no bending. in the rules. I'm Doctor Chase. My pet is Ira White. We're on the list." She presents two golden-rimmed chips, the exclusive membership card of this places most valued guests. "Both of us."

The guard swallows as he shuffles through his papers. "Forgive me, Doctor. You're... a regular? I... have never seen you here."

"Yeah, no." Madeline chuckles. "Too much of a Boy's Club. I'm not into sausage parties, usually. I come as a... friend of the house, I'd rather say."

"Forgive my mistake, Doctor Chase", the guard says nervously. "I know that you're doing great work for us. I'll notify Madam Hutchinson right away. She's in a meeting with an investor. An attendant will accompany you to your table, while you wait? Your food and drinks are on us, of course." His gaze runs over to Ira and he clears his throat. "Both of yours."

"Thank you." Madeline smirks, before she follows the attendant's lead through a winged door, Ira on her side. The grand main room of the Casino's exclusive club stretches in front of her, game tables, patrons in their best tuxedos, soft music and laughter, and in between the extremely beautiful ladies serving here, collars around their necks, taking care of every needs the patrons might have. Madeline allows herself a smile. She might even enjoy this. Her, and her pet, on a lovely night out. It was about time.

(Cain gets feral.)