Every night Clara told herself that she could take it, that she could go another day without it, that she just needed to endure the torture for one hundred and fifty days more. She had already endured so much, so one hundred and fifty was nothing.

And every night, Clara begged and cried to her captors, in the middle of the show, to be let go, that this was an inhumane and extreme punishment, and for what? For cheating the casino a meager one-hundred million? It was nothing. She couldn’t take it anymore, she cried for them to let them cum.

The plan was simple, she got in, cheated, got her money and walked away. But she got greedy.

Clara kept raking up the money, it was so easy, like taking candy from a very rich baby. All she had to do was press a button and the machine would spew all the coins.

She should have walked away with ten.

Security hadn’t noticed it when she had ten. And even if they did, the punishment wouldn’t have been so bad. Maybe a couple of days.

But she raked it up, and the casino caught her on the way out.

She managed to get a debt of three hundred seventy-five millions.

Clara knew she was fucked, that she was going to end up dead or worse.

They gave her a way out.

“Look, you are a pretty gal,” The owner of the casino said, he was stout, bald and wore a three million dollar  suit, “you have the right assets, turns out the assistant in the show of our hypnotist act just walked out.” He waved his hand around, like trying to find the right way to put it, “She’s on maternity leave. All you have to do is work on his show until she comes back.”

“When’s that?” Clara asked, uncomfortable against the cuffs.

“We gave her a year, she needs to be with her family, all paid, courtesy of you. Think of it like, say one mil you stole as a day she gets off, and a day you have to work in here.”

“One year working here? And what? I can’t leave until I pay it off? You are going to charge me for the room and food and make my debt bigger?”

The owner of the casino chuckled, “None of that. I mean yes, you can leave whenever you want after you meet our hypnotist, but you won’t rake up any more debt, at least not from the food and boarding. You can have your own suite or stay at his if you want.”

Clara considered it, “Deal, but I want my own suite.” It was better than she expected, or so she thought.

The owner laughed and shook her hand, “Excellent,” he rose from the chair and told them to uncuff her, “let’s go meet Orion the Magnificent.”

Clara followed, she couldn’t run, not that she cared, she could do that as soon as she was left alone. She kept trying not to laugh, it was a such a ridiculous name. How had they hired such a stupid sounding “hypnotist” probably a magician with some sort of complex.

They found their way to the theater of the casino and to the backstage.

“This is Orion The Magnificent,” the owner said, “I’ll leave you two alone so you can work things out.”

“Hey boss?” They hypnotist said, “See you at the show tonight?”

The owner of the casino smiled and said, “I’d never miss it.”

Clara walked around the dressing room, it looked silly, a cape on a mannequin, pocket watches,  spirals, cliche stuff.

“So you are the hypnotist,” Clara said with her hands behind her back.

“I am,” he fixed his clothes and sat on his chair, looking at clara with a big smile, “And I understand you are going to be my new assistant?”

“Yes,” Clara said trying to hold back her laugh, “I suppose I am.”

“Come here,” he said extending his hand towards a little couch, “why don’t you make yourself comfortable so we can talk a bit about the show?”

Clara rolled her eyes but complied.

“So, I am going to pretend to be hypnotized and what? Do tricks? Bring other members of the staff planted around the audience so we can make a show?”

Orion’s smile grew wider, “Not quite. Hypnosis is not only a party trick. And the show we perform is not exactly for a wide audience, it is for a small yet very wealthy group of patrons of the casino. They like to have a few benefits from spending and throwing away their money here.”

Clara nodded and winked, “Ah, I understand.”

The hypnotist laughed, “I’m quite sure you don’t but you will tonight.”

Clara wiggled in the couch, she had to admit it was actually, quite comfortable.

“I see you are getting comfortable,” Orion said, “I bet you are exhausted after such a hard day.” His voice changed a little bit, it was a bit deeper.

“Yeah,” Clara said.

“I know how it is, you go around trying to get all that money and yet trying to avoid attention.”

“Yeah.” Clara nodded, she was more tired than she thought.

“And all that tension, all that stress accumulated on your arms, your shoulders. I bet it’s all melting down now.”

“Yeah…” Clara nodded again, she felt like melting.

“Melting down your back, your shoulders. Just relaxing and feeling comfortable.”

Clara felt like the couch was taking her, like she was sinking.

“Good,” He was so close now, “Now close your eyes, you’re going to keep listening to my voice, to my instructions…”

Clara nodded and felt his hand on hers, he began tracing patterns on her body, or her skin.

It felt really good. She dreamily smiled.

“And you are going to remember only what I tell you to remember.” His voice was soft and so close.

She felt how he started to undress her.

“…and when you wake up you’re going to feel so good.”

Clara complied and everything went black.

The next thing Clara knew was how the spotlight was on her.

She was sitting on the middle of the stage, wearing some sort of bunny girl costume. There were murmurs on the distance, laughter.

“As you can see, our little bunny is awake and aware now.” Orion said dramatically.

“Can you move, little bunny?”

Clara wanted to say fuck you and walk away. She tried to lift her arms but they felt restrained.

“No.” She said.

“As you can see, she’s not being held down by anything but her mind.” He said.

There was a big applause.

It was true, she couldn’t see any bindings, but she couldn’t move. Clara tried to speak, but the words didn’t come out.

“And as you can see, our little bunny cannot speak unless I let her, isn’t that right, little bunny?”

Clara tried to say anything else, but the only word that came out was, “Yes.”

The hypnotist walked in front of her, he cupped her chin and say, “Now be brave, this is just day one.”

Fear began to rise inside Clara’s head, she was completely powerless, helpless.

“Dear audience, can the winners of today’s raffle walk up to the stage?”

Four people walked into the stage and she saw two men and two women being cheered.

“How many tries did it get you to win tonight’s opportunity?” Orion asked the first man.

“Four hundred,” He said grumpily.

“And you, madam?”

“Three hundred.”

“Each ticket costed you?”

“One thousand.”

“What about our other gentleman?”

He gave a smug smile, “One try.”

He was booed.

“And you, my lady?”

“My husband bought the ticket for me from another gentleman,” she seemed chirpy and bubbly, “he said he wants to see if I like it and then we can try it ourselves another night.”

There was a mix of Awwww’s and laughter from the audience.

Orion The Magnificent threw his cape open, “Ladies and gentleman and joyful friends, you know the rules, you can do anything you want to our little bunny here, as long as you don’t damage the goods.”

There was a big cheer.

Clara felt her blood freeze.

“You can use anything you want from here, or any toy that is vetted by our staff.”

A guy in a suit rolled a cart with implements that Clara couldn’t see.

“Oh, oh!” The young and chirpy girl lifted her hand, “I got one in my purse, just for this!” She showed it to the staff who looked it over and finally gave it a thumbs up.

Orion nodded and stepped aside with his cape flowing, “Have fun and enjoy the rest of the show!” Orion said and walked off the stage.

Like magic, Clara could talk again, “Please, I beg of you, don’t hurt me, I- I will do anything please!”

The people surrounding her looked at each other, then they laughed.

“Don’t worry, little bunny,” one of the guys said, “we are not going to hurt you.”

The woman reached the cart and grabbed a bottle with a small brush, “We are going to make you have lots of fun,” she said.

The chirpy girl got on her knees and found her way between Clara’s immobile legs, “I have always wanted to try this,” she told her and pulled aside the bunny suit and Clara’s panties.

Clara moaned as she felt a tongue teasing her, fingers prodding inside her.

It was such an odd feeling, sure she couldn’t do anything, but she was also beginning to enjoy it. They grabbed her, caressed her.

One of the men kissed her and she let him, enjoying the way his tongue slid down her mouth and danced with hers.

They pulled out her tits and the older woman started to teases her nipples with that brush. It was coated with something that made her tits feel a bit cold, no, hot? Prickly?

It felt good, that wasn’t the problem. It felt too good.

They took turns teasing her. Clara couldn’t move, just take their relentless attacks on all of her pleasure points.

The younger woman pulled out the toy from her purse and pressed it against Clara’s clit, but just after the older one had applied whatever it was on that little bottle to her clit as well.

It burned, it felt good, it was too sensitive.

She was so close.

“Please!” She begged, “please, don’t stop! I need it! I- I am so close!”

They all laughed again.

Then there was a snap of fingers and-

She couldn’t feel anything. The toy was there, the vibration was there, but the feeling was gone.

“No! Please! Just a little more!”

That’s when it dawned on her. This was her punishment.

Three hundred and seventy five days of this, of people playing with her relentlessly.

And yet.

She would never be allowed to cum.

Another snap of the fingers and the feeling returned.

Clara shook in place, drool dripping down to her naked tits. People in the audience laughed as she convulsed in place.There was the pleasure, the humilliation, the denial, all building up, getting her closer and then.

Another snap of the fingers and she was left panting without any release.

“Please!” She cried to the terrible audience, to Orion who was nowhere to be seen.

“Please! I can do something else! I’m sorry. Please! Let me go! Let me cum!”

The process repeated until morning, where she was carried by the staff to her room.

Curled up in a sore ball full of need and pleasure, Clara discovered why they didn’t need any cuffs or device to keep her there. She was a slave to her desires, to that need to cum.

And she knew she had to find a way out, or else one day she would walk up there willingly, even after she was finally free.