****** The Pinochle Game by ADS ******
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The Pinochle Game


Cindy's jaw dropped in dumbfounded amazement at her partner's incredible bid of
32. Earl meanwhile grinned in anticipation of doubling the contract and raising
the ante. Louise tended to always overbid her hand and therefore lose her bet
as well as Cindy's. Cindy could not make up her mind whether she was blonde
dumb or plain overly anxious to play. They rarely went down by much; it was a
fine line between making and losing a contract that was often off by a single
trick.

Cindy crumpled her own hand and tossed it on the card table waiting for Earl's
expected doubling. Idly she shifted her feet under the table and tapped at
Louise's high-heels. Louise ignored her partner's ire and smirked innocently.

Bob, Louise and Cindy passed on the doubled contract letting Louise name trump
and lay out meld. As foreseen Louise produced a run in spades with only a
diamond marriage in support from Cindy. The contract required another 15 in
tricks to be made which was an awful lot. Earl, of course, had aces around
showing his great blocking strength that would hinder any attempt to move the
lead to Cindy.

Playing out the hand produced the anticipated results and the girls faltered
one trick short of making the contract. The last trick went to Bob on a winning
ten of clubs with two red king pointers dying in one grand gasp. The last and
setting trick had four points. Cindy sighed. "Alright, we went down and lost
four chips," she admitted.

"Pay up, sweetie," Earl immediately demanded.

In spite of her gamester frustration, Cindy fetched a loving smile. Earl
reached over and unsnapped all of her pink blouse buttons from chin to navel
before gently pulling it free of her skirt. Her blouse dropped from her
shoulders to rest about her elbows. Under all was revealed a black bra full to
the brim. Placing a finger under her dimply chin she was delicately coaxed up
and to stand straight.

Releasing her from the chin Earl proceeded to strip off her plaid skirt with
her black slip. Both plopped quickly to the beige carpet. She stepped away from
her plundered and lost garments. Earl whisked them away.

Easing Cindy back down, Earl teased at her cleavage with adept fingers
pondering how to spend his last chip. Bending her over their lips met with a
smack but Cindy wiggled away with a cry: "Not yet, not yet!"

Finally Earl decided the final chip would be worth most by aggressively seizing
her elbows and cruelly binding them behind. Her tits plumped fuller and higher
in the black lace cups. Cindy grimaced at the additional strain on her
shoulders but the rules were the rules after all.

Louise handled differently though similarly as could be imagined. Bob preferred
squandering loose chips on her slender legs by tying each separately to the
front chair legs. Her knees pushed together anxious to be bound. From her knees
a taut cross length zipped under the chair to her freshly fastened elbows
compelling her tits forward and up.

Bob's final chip was spent on a normal male luxury. Louise's blue sweater clung
to her breasts and belly like a second skin and resisted as he pulled it up and
above her bosom. Raising her sweater higher he poked her blonde curls through
and finally positioned the sweater behind her neck leaving her pearly white
brassiere showing. Hard stiff nipples protruded through the fabric poking and
straining. She blushed an admirable crimson as Bob caressed what he had
exposed, embarrassed over her public exposure as well as enjoying her semi-nude
condition.

Interrupting Earl announced, "OK, ante up, time for the next hand." Reluctantly
Bob disengaged his large spatulate hand from its happy touching task. After all
it was Pinochle night. The girls were pushed closer to the table where they
could barely reach their requisite red chips and toss them in. Being somewhat
handicapped by their bonds the guys magnanimously shuffled and dealt though it
was the damsels' turn.

Reaching forward to gather in their cards forced the girls to lean in and
flaunt their nicely visible assets. Smiling the girls jiggled as much as they
could even to dropping their cards and leaning over repeatedly or if the cards
tumbled to the floor, having a guy pick it up and peer at their semi-clad legs.

After a quick initial judgement of their cards everyone passed three to the
left followed by opening bids. Bob said nope and no. Louise bid 21. Earl raised
her in a second to 22 and threw in another chip to the pot that everyone had to
match. Cindy shouted: "Pass!'

Bob said no again. Louise, amazingly, passed and the bid went to Earl for a
measly 22. The guys then laid out 9 meld leaving 13 tricks to take. They
acquired 14 in the play making their contract and leaving the girls losing once
again.

Cindy gulped and smirked. Once again Earl's clear intentions would be imposed
and impressed upon her body. He crossed and pulled her trim black stockinged
ankles back and connected them in the back of a new belly rope painfully
indenting her seamless white belly. It was only two chips worth but her thighs
and ankles hurt dreadfully with the strain. "That hurts me too much, Earl!
Please loosen them, please."

"No way at all," Earl replied to her protest. Her pose was delicious and her
minor agony a befitting compliment to his labor. "Rules are always the rules
that you know."

Meanwhile Louise had lost her bra in her further exchange with Bob. The straps
tumbled to her crowded elbows with the cups opened and draped behind her back.
Her white breasts stood with a light tan line all around. Large aureoles
prickled with goose bumps, small foothills to her towering cute, central nipple
peak.

Her second betting loss involved her eyesight. A dense black cloth circled her
head leaving her in darkness. "Hey, how can I play this way?" Louise argued
that it was a bit unfair for a girl to be playing a game this way. The guys
insisted and quoted the rules of their version of strip and tie Pinochle. She
would have to bid the hard way and use her intuition. During play she would
always be the dummy. In a way it helped Cindy. Dumb acts by Louise could be
partially negated with Cindy in command. Yet Louise could still wildly proffer
an unmakable contract by opening her fat mouth and squawking.

Pinochle is difficult for some though inherently simple. Predict what you can
make and then do it. The hard part was in communicating what you had to your
partner and so arriving at a suitable contract. Points were achieved as either
tricks or meld. In a typical double deck of 98 cards there were 24 tricks plus
one extra counter for the last trick.

Meld consisted of several special arrangements such as a run (Ace through ten
in a single suit) that was worth 15 points or a marriage (king and queen in the
same suit) worth 2 points except in trump when it was 4. Trump was a
prerogative of the bid winner to decide. Trump beat all suits when played
except when overtrumped. Normal rules such as these predominated during play.

In addition their game required betting. The winning team won all at the end of
the hand and totaling a number of hands did not count. Chips were redeemed as
either a piece of clothing or a special rope binding. Or, in some cases, a lost
article, such as a bra, could be returned to prolong the sport.

Resuming the game the next dealt hand was arranged into suits and potential
meld. Bob assisted by taking three cards upside down and unknown and passing
them from Louise to Cindy and vice versa. "Ooh, my," Cindy gasped in
astonishment. "This is truly" Cindy excitedly shifted from side to side as best
she could in her chair. Everybody exchanged quick glances except for Louise of
course who licked her lips pondering something stupid.

Louise opened the final bidding holding her cards unseen in her red long nailed
fingertips. "21," she merrily announced. Earl passed.

Cindy bleated: "25!"

"Uh-oh," Bob knocked leaving it to go back to Louise.

She hesitated, licking at her ruby lips with a slick slippery tongue as Cindy
squirmed in place restrained by her ankle and belly fastenings. Bob reached
over and tapped at Louise's firm nipple to remind her that it was her turn. She
jerked at the slightly unexpected touch. "Oh2-26?"

"Pass!" Roared everybody.

Louise won the bid though blind. It did not matter much since Cindy had double
pinochle worth 30 points in her hand and knew Louise possessed a run in clubs.
It was a throw in hand. Unfortunately in the excitement as well as feminine
frustration only a chip had been bet. Cindy and Louise groaned when they
realized their error and had to be content with the guys losing their shirts.

The next hand fell to Bob and Earl with a 33 contract with four chips wagered
on the outcome. They collected a total of 37 points permitting them to once
more invest their winnings.

Earl popped up at once in his impatience to execute quick decisions on his
prize. He kicked off his shoes feeling the need to be free.

"Wait, Earl," Cindy righteously insisted, " that counts as one chip even if you
did not use the chip on me."

"Graciously granted!" Earl sucked down her tongue smothering her hot mouth with
kisses. He lunged down her front with his right hand and unsnapped her bra. He
fondled her bare, helpless tits and considered carefully where to spend his
remaining wager.

Feeling lower into her panties made Cindy lurch with the chair stumbling with
her jerk. Obvious need dwelled in her nether regions. Generously he released
her red lips from his mouth to pay closer attention to her other toys. He
attached another rope to her belly loop and then pushed between her white
thighs with the free rope end. "Oooh what you do is half the fun" Cindy
murmured.

Tugging it through and up her ass crack though above her lace panties, he split
her ass. Cindy wiggled and gasped and begged: "Please, oh wow that smarts right
nice"

Bob chuckled and buried the line deeper into her. He circled her belly rope and
then extended the line to her elbows effectively locking them down to her
bottom. Despite her many and trite protests, Bob kept her new crotch rope tight
and uncomfortable. Cindy became quite careful on how she moved her elbows.

"How does that feel, my dear Cindy?"

"Oooh! Too much really OH!" Bob wrenched up another half inch on her crotch
ensuring that her back bowed sharply in a vain effort to reduce the strain.
Failing in both an escape and stress relief she quivered with a tiny whimper
and delightfully writhed. "Bastard."

Earl clasped her auburn hair and propelled his tongue into the back of her
mouth causing a small gagging. Her struggles maintained his interest initiated
by her ample body movement with so simple a restraint. She responded
magnificently with heaving breasts and a passive, wet, and receptive mouth.

"Passable enough for a beginning," he molested her some more before refraining.
Her mouth would feel a lot more than his tongue with the way the game was
proceeding when he next seized and guided her head.

Long luxurious brown hair braided easily to a line secured down under her chair
to a cross bar and then to her knees. Earl insured she had no room to maneuver
and shortly enough her back was bowed with her head twisted back and up. The
only thing visible to her was the ceiling. Her tits swelled from this pressure
and popped free of their bra completely under their own strength. Cindy groaned
looking for some mitigation of her extreme stretching but Bob preferred her the
way she arched. To win was the ultimate goal rather than to lose.

With his last chip Earl placed her hands behind and crisscrossed. Then he
stepped back to admire his labor of love as well as take pride in his sin of
gambling. Her pear shaped breasts breathtakingly poked up spearing the sky.
Their alert looking nipples attracted his gaze. Grinding them between his
fingertips induced Cindy's shriek until Bob smothered her with kisses
eliminating all but a squeak. He slapped and massaged her breasts ruthlessly
making her bounce and sweat in the little pace her chair allowed

Distantly Bob announced that the next hand was ready. Loath to stop, Bob
smacked her tits hard several times making poor Cindy shudder before he resumed
his seat.

In her seat Cindy knew the prospects of a winning Pinochle hand had diminished
significantly. Staring upwards she flexed her elbows kneading her vagina. Her
tits, highly visible, pushed upwards by her own back and at least served as a
distraction to the men. She handled the invisible cards at tummy level near her
plump ass. Earl groped at her unmercifully during this "hold" hand.

Dimly Cindy heard Louise thrashing in her bonds with any wails or whoops
definitely muffled.

Bob reminded her to bid. "But I don't know what the last bid was! I can't see
my cards! C'mon guys, be fair!" She begged for assistance with tears streaming
down her face marring mascara.

"So what! Bid!" Earl demanded.

"The rules are the rules, Cindy, bid."

Twisting her appealing bottom or angled elbows twitched at her vagina and
clitoris and stimulated her further. "44! 54!" She screamed as Bob tweaked her
nipples.

"Double!" Earl added.

Louise responded: "Mmmmmphhh!!"

Bob inserted: "Double again!"

Obviously the girls, with the boys playing their cards, sank by a large margin.
Bob and Earl whacked at their defenseless tits and pinched delicate nipples
with every trick collected.

With the hand done, Earl leaped up trailing his pants on the floor and thrust
his tongue deep into Cindy's open mouth as he began reaping in his winnings.
Naturally her panties were ripped off and stuffed into her gaping mouth where
they were strapped thus silencing any feeble or loud complaints of her
treatment. A brown leather leash snapped around her throat, spiked and rimmed
with glittery rhinestones.

Cindy glumly gulped and swallowed. Earl rearranged her ropes for a more
suitable transition traveling mode. Standing and hobbled she peered at her
leash and felt her elbows pulling at her vagina. The room appeared once more to
her weary eyes.

Louise, still blindfolded and gagged, swayed her curved and seductively wide
hips as she followed her boyfriend out from the gaming table. At least she
would be in no further mischief tonight.

Still unable to look much down with her hair secured hard to her wrists, Cindy
was steered away from the table by Earl. Her swollen elbows and moist crotch
ached. Grunting in grim objection and interminable criticism, Cindy meekly
followed her own boyfriend. The Pinochle game was over for this night. Revenge,
though unlikely, still tempted for the next weekend. As usual she and Louise
had been savagely beaten and utterly defeated. As spoils of war they remained
now to be divided up and used..

And Earl would be unmerciful in abusing her vagina and mouth all night long.
Cindy sighed.

Pinochle certainly was rough. The trumps seemed always to be in the other hand
or crotch. Still, being overtrumped by someone you love was not all bad.