A Slave's Wager - Chapter One
Aura Livani gazed outside the panning, circular glass window of the Navodari Orbital Space Casino's gambling floor. Its view was spectacular- the wild desert coloration of the moon Habbakuk IV unblemished. The white, bright ice coloration of the planet itself contrasting curiously with its moon.
Both visible, unsettled bodies seeming to contrast even more with the wealth of the Navodari casino. Its fixtures were more luxurious than many of the establishments Aura had gambled at in the Inner Sanctum of the galaxy, and she'd gambled at many. A glass panel, debris-proof window covering the entire side of the ring-shaped casino floor wouldn't have come cheap, but apparently business was such that the casino's owners could afford it.
Made sense, almost, considering Aura's own losses at Navodari. She had stopped counting after credit losses passed 100,000, although after the most recent disaster last night she had the general idea that she was in the hole for maybe... 180,000 credits.
A sum easily more than anything she'd ever lost in an Inner Sanctum gambling establishment, and compounded by the fact that the (partial)heiress to the Livani family fortune was... broke.
Not that she'd ever show it, of course. The dark red sparkling dress she was wearing tonight was one of the most expensive she owned, threaded with Vilani silk. To any casino guests who couldn't resist gazing at her fine body and cleavage, she looked every bit the heiress and professional gambler who'd collected millions in winnings in Inner Sanctum casinos.
Even her boyfriend Verses was unaware of the extent of her debt, already ordering shot after shot of potent Desmonean liquor at the casino bar. Fine for him to be distracted, anyway- he was unaware that Aura had been sucking an Althani pirate's cock in his private suite less than two hours ago. The taste of the alien's cum had been distinctive, salty- Aura had nearly gagged on the scum's load, and needed several rounds of mouthwash and a cleansing before she even felt ready to go to the casino floor.
An investment for the fleeting taste of victory, she'd told herself. The same pirate had promised to fold his hand during the games of Wild Space Tavasc they'd play tonight. With the right application of chips, Aura thought, she could win back half of her total losses. Her skills should be sufficient after such a gambit; less than in a week, Aura would be in the clear, perhaps even having made enough credits back to lease her own starship again. Then the need for Verses' would no longer be part of the picture.
The casino floor was beginning to stir with more energy as some of the guests Aura recognized mixed and mingled, a few patronizing card tables. The Althani pirate she'd serviced earlier greeting a friend and sitting at a gambling table- without so much a glance in her direction in a nod to the scheme.
Maybe he remembered how Aura had sternly denied him her pussy, even as his blue cum covered her face and her bare tits. Either way, a deal was a deal- she'd made sure he promised to help Aura win three different Tavasc hands before her lips so much as touched his musky, veiny cock.
A few of the gamblers with whom she'd wagered last night might've realized how many credits she lost last night, but for the most part, casino patrons were consumed with whatever pleasure had seized upon their attention. Whistles and cheers emanate on the floor as the first scantily clad slave gracefully appears on the dance stage, a few of the band members on the less prominent musician's stand beginning to tune and work with their instruments.
The first dances of the evening were always a good time to mix credits. When the male gamblers were the most distracted, in great part. Aura might even buy a drink for the pretty slave- a green-skinned Desmonean woman- if her dance did the trick. That is, when the slave was finished being ravished by whichever patron rented her body.
One being perhaps most aware of Aura's credit losses was the casino madame- although this free woman certainly wasn't wearing a see-through crop top underneath her shining slave collar. Instead, a more regal, businesslike dress, with a glance almost enough to intimidate a woman like Aura when she'd left the casino floor last night without turning in any winnings.
She glared at Aura with the same suspicion as she made her way to the credit kiosk, her black heels
clicking
against Navodari's spotless marble floors.
"Forty thousand credit chips, please." The human gambler spoke with the confidence of one who hadn't lost twice that amount last night. With a stroke of luck, she could make back that sum and then some.
The Desmonean casino madame initially looking on with cold apprehension- although she'd seen more than enough in this business to react with disbelief.
"I'm a system accredited gambler." Aura asserts before the madame can try and snake her way out of fulfilling the order. As an accredited gambler's guild member, casinos- even those in the Outer Territories- were obligated to provide tokens.
"Go ahead. Pull up my record."
The Desmonean casino madame Nevalia pauses for a moment before interfacing with an interface screen, although she does in the interest of more than mere customer service.
Viewing Aura's identification chit- her flowing blonde hair and green eyes in her identification photo. Her guild history. Clean legal history, as far as she could tell. Her list of winnings at various venues- with a conspicuous red flag over Navodari's entry.
"180,000 in the hole." She replies promptly, just loud enough that Aura is concerned that anyone else in line might hear. "And you want... more?"
"I didn't ask for an argument. You're guild accredited, right?" Aura responds, using the tacit threat of Navodari's accreditation.
Nevalia further fueling the gambler's ire with a condescending smirk. "Of course we are. "Guild regulation is also... different in the Outer Territories." Halting herself before explaining further.
No, perhaps it was better that this entitled heiress from the Inner Sanctum find out about gambling regulations in Outer Territories... first-hand.
"But you're right. 40,000 credit tokens, of course, miss." Aura relieved that she won't be subjected to the embarrassment of an argument with the casino madame.
Nevalia subtly marking that the casino patron had crossed the 200,000 credit threshold with one click of a button, before distributing Aura's 5,000 credit chips professionally.
"The Navodari Orbital Space Casino is pleased to serve any guild member. Your chips, miss, and good luck."
Aura snatches the chips, securing them in a small black gambling purse- already imagining the look on this bitch's face when she returned later in the evening with a hundred thousand in chip winnings.
The salacious slave on the dance stage is working her own magic on the lusty eyes of the casino's gallery of scum, performing as one musician plays a debauched and colorful performance on an Outer Territories stringed instrument of some sort. The alien woman's hand running over her collar, and over her tits; before both of her pierced nipples touch the steel of the dance stage's pole, small credit chips tossed onto the stage in eagerness for her to show more.
"
Keep showing more, princess
," Aura thinks to herself as she walks to the pirate's gambling table. "
Keep their cocks hard and their wallets open.
"
Two other gamblers sit with the tall pirate, a cyborg dealer less distracted with the slave's erotic display than the organics. However, the arrival of an Inner Sanctum heiress at their table is enough to distract these rogues from the dance; perhaps another beautiful woman was sufficient to break the trance, although this one was fully clothed and most certainly uncollared.
One bounty hunter who recognized Aura from last night sips from a bright yellow drink, unafraid to risk his wealth at a Tavasc table in the midst of a satisfied, drunken buzz.
"You're a bold one, I'll say that for you." The man says. He'd watched Aura lose three 5,000 chip credits in straight rounds last night.
"That, or you've got deep pockets. Or you don't know where you are. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume it's the second."
"Never assume anything." Aura retorted. Good enough advice, the human bounty hunter considered, enough to bring a smile to his face.
"Fair enough." The bounty hunter's attention to his own stack of chips is enough to draw the attention of the other two players back to the game- the Althani pirate paying no mind to Aura other than a brief glance. Fair enough to avert any suspicions of collusion.
The cyborg gambler beginning to shuffle the Tavasc deck, Aura ready to place a 5,000 credit token on the table- only for a fair-skinned Sylvian pleasure slave wearing a gold body chain to arrive at the table with a full table of complimentary drinks. Gods, these Outer Territories pirates and mercenaries were simply insatiable with their appetite for pleasures, Aura considered, resisting rolling her eyes as the slavegirl offered each gambler a blue drink. Not declining her drink, although she'd save it until after her winnings.
"This slave would also like to inform... the guests that she's available for reservation at the slave kiosk," the girl manages to politely mutter. "For... pleasures, of course." A light blush forming on her face.
"Book yourself under my account, girl. Suite A-412. Dragases." The bounty hunter speaks confidently. The girl's blush escalating- even the tips of her pointed ears tinged red. "Finish your shift first, of course. Don't want the casino floor understaffed."
The girl prescient that she's going to be fucked and ravished by a stranger tonight. Perhaps she's a new slave, Aura can't help but consider- she had never seen a Sylvian pleasure slave before. It had only been two years ago that the Galactic Assembly had updated slaving regulations to apply equally to races such as the Sylvani, and humans, even- a demand that races of the Outer Territories had made in exchange for normalizing their affiliation in the Customs Union.
"It's my pleasure," the girl stutters, quickly correcting herself. "I, I mean- this slave means, it's this slave's pleasure, Sir." Her client smirking as the Sylvian girl all but confirmed Aura's suspicions.
The girl departs as the men assess their own initial wagers- Navodari was in fact a casino, not a mere brothel, although one could have that misconception from the eroticism that colored its main floor.
The three men all wagering 5,000 credits- a sum Aura decides to start off with.
"Been in the Outer Territories long?" Dragases questions Aura, the cyborg dealer distributing five cards each to the gamblers.
