Breeding her there and then in the casino so the staff can bet on the outcome

You continue to strip while Maggie tries to look around and stares down at the bio band on her wrist, thinking of any way out of this mess she's made for herself, but to no avail, the thin white band she locked around her own wrist secures her own fate. It might not seem durable, but even at a cursory glance, you can tell it's some hybrid plastic that wouldn't break without the right sort of high-grade cutting laser. If someone had to they could opt to go for the hand, even a rudimentary auto-doc could reattach the appendage with minimal fuss, but it would ultimately be pointless.

The band was the property of a relatively new legal entity, platinum star, which specialises in binding arrangements for customers on the go. While normally any of the large legal conglomerates or system cartels would have buried them under an entire small systems worth of legal suits and paperwork, all frivolous most likely, but all needing timely responses, a tactic designed to overtax and cripple any newcomer growing too large that doesn't join the folds. Platinum star seemingly avoided their ire by pursuing clientele that respectable and even the disreputable firms alike wouldn't or couldn't represent.

Pursuing them doggedly too, from what you recall from hearing on various viral holo-net stories, even chasing one unfortunate soul into a black hole, just to attempt to **** them to consume a piece of headwear after they made a comment of disbelief while drunk with a friend. Sure enough, the company has the unofficial slogan of 'no drunk bet too outlandish or obscene' which seems to have spread across the core worlds. You had no doubt that if someone truly wanted to outrun a platinum star agreement, they could but with the expanding reach of the company, they'd never be that far behind.

So even were Maggie able to rid herself of the band, the bet she made with you was still binding, members of platinum star's pursuit team would track her down and give her a choice. Abide by the original terms of the bet under their supervision or accept the forfeit clause and be **** to work off a debt in the very casino she lured several classmates into a similar fate.

Maggie lets out a soft sigh and takes off her sparkling dress, revealing her perky C-cup boobs with her brown nipples standing erect. As the dress drops to the floor she stands before you wearing a pair of lacy white panties with a noticeable wet patch near the bottom of them. You watch with a sense of joy as Maggie peels them down, you see strands of her juices pull between her soaking wet slit and the panties.

"Looking forward to carrying my seed that much?" You ask with a grin, your cock bobbing in anticipation as you both stand naked before each other.

"That part, not so much, everything leading up to it, however," Maggie purrs softly, her eyes staring down at your big thick cock. "Very much so," She adds with a smile.

"Well why got you kneel down and get acquainted with me," You offer with a grin.

Maggie nods and walks towards you, putting her hands on your body which caresses down your body as she sinks down to her knees, bringing your cock at head height for her. You rest a hand on Maggie's head, your hand entwining into her silky black hair as she begins to kiss and lick your cock and heavy balls. You're even momentarily surprised when Maggie's lips trail beneath your balls and give your pussy a little love too.

"Alright everyone, like any good casino, we'll be putting on a show," You announce loudly, causing Maggie to briefly stop before she resumes kissing the length of your cock. "Tonight I'll be inseminating my unprotected costar and giving you the opportunity to bet on the outcome," You continue, more heads turning to face you and Maggie now. "I'm personally feeling pretty lucky, so I'd back that my sperm swims true and knocks up my sexy co-star, but you're free to bet against me, or just to sit back and enjoy the show," You conclude.

You have already set up the bet in the network earlier and distributed some chips to all the staff in the form of generous tips. This bet was your way of securing them an early exit from the job as while you couldn't outright tip them the full debt, but there were no rules about them using those tips to gamble. In fact, the casino often relied on them doing so to **** them to work longer and provide alternative services to please their clientele. Fortunately, you also clued them in about your unfair advantage, knowing none would warn Maggie given she was the reason a lot of them were stuck here in the first place.

You smile to yourself as Maggie opens her mouth and wraps her lips around your cock, slowly sucking you, while one hand strokes the base of your shaft, the other slips behind your balls and begins to tease your pussy. It's a very pleasant sensation being pleasured at both ends, especially when Maggie makes the moaning sounds that she does, clearly making the most of her loss.

"Fuck, you must really love futa's," You comment letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

"Mmmmhmmmm," Maggie purrs in response around your cock, sending a delicious vibration through it. Maggie then takes you out of her mouth for a moment. "Our dumb sorority president forbids them, would love to have one much closer to home," Maggie pants.

"You're in a sorority?" You respond in the right tone of surprise. "Guess that explains how you know your way around a cock," You add with a wicked grin.

"Maybe," Maggie replies with a giggle, "Or maybe I just go all out for sexy futas," She replies before running her tongue up the length of your cock.

"Why has your president forbid them, anyhow?" You ask with a smile. "Does she just need to experience one to win her round?" You offer with a knowing smile.

"Oh I'd love to see you fuck the stick out of her ass," Maggie replies with a soft laugh. "But she claims it's tradition, but I hear it's about her family," Maggie replies with a smile.

"Wouldn't be the first family drama, by a futa catching the wayward eye of wife," You muse with a grin.

"Something like that, all I know is she and her Mom live on the colony alone, and she gets her prejudice for futas from her Mom," Maggie replies.

"Well a lot of us do have a habit of having our wicked way with people and not being around to help with the consequences," You reply with a giggle. "Apologies in advance if I end up doing the same," You offer with a devious smile.

"The Colony has pretty good reproductive funds," Maggie replies with a soft tone. "So I guess I can forgive you, as long as you make it the best fuck of my life," Maggie continues with a smile standing up, keeping one hand on your cock, and slowly walking back towards one of the game tables.

You flash Maggie a confident smile as she leads you to a roulette game table, lies back on it and spreads her legs for you, her juicy pussy glistening before you. You step between Maggie's legs, positioning your cock at her entrance, teasing yourself up and down her hot wet lips a few times before slipping yourself into position ready to take her. You consider teasing the girl some more, but before you have a chance to, you feel Maggie's heels pressing into the small of your back as she pulls you forward, your thick throbbing cock splitting her in one swift motion.

The pair of you let out a loud groan of pleasure, yours from the sudden sensations of having your cock devoured by Maggie's sweet slick channel, hot tight walls squeezing every inch of your shaft, driving you wild with pleasure. Every part of your cock, every vein every ridge brushing against her silky walls, the deeper you sink inside of her. You feel her fingernails biting into the arms you threw outstretched to steady yourself when Maggie pulled you forward suddenly.

You look down into Maggie's eyes, watching her face contort in pleasure while she writhes around beneath you, you feel a hot wet wave of liquid rushing around the base of your shaft and soaking your big heavy balls as Maggie squirts around you. All you can do is smile, and take deep breaths, to gain control of your own body, Maggie's sudden orgasm doing an excellent job of milking your length. Her body is eagerly absorbing your precum and the hidden surprise within, that'll heavily tip the odds in your favour. Sealing her biological fate as much as the bio band seals it.

You give Maggie half a minute before you begin to move, slowly pulling your hips back before slowly thrusting them forward, the spasming walls of Maggie's still orgasming pussy desperately trying to click to your cock. You feel the fingernails digging into your arm tighten as you begin to swiftly fuck Maggie's still orgasming body over the edge into a second orgasm. Then a third, and a fourth, until soon she's a mewling wreck of pleasure beneath you.

You're not sure whether its the fact you're the futa Maggie's always craved, the situation she finders herself in possibly having you breed her as a consequence of gambling, or perhaps your natural skill as a lover, but all you know is that you soon have Maggie wrapped around your finger. You roughly shift her body into various different positions, making her cum several times in each before swapping. The crowd around you, soon forget all about the side bet you started on breeding Maggie and instead are watching in awe as you fuck her silly.

You feel yourself getting close, having spent a good half an hour edging yourself with Maggie's wonderful body, if it weren't for her horrific treatment of her fellow classmates you'd have considered finding a way to bring her in on your plan. Still, at least you'll have the memory and a copy of the security footage from the casino network to watch back at a later date. Yet all good things must come to an end, but not before one last piece of theatre for your audience.

"Mmmmm, getting really close," You announce loudly, Maggie letting out a few moans of encouragement as your pound her from behind, with a firm grip at the base of her jet black hair. "Last chance to place your bets on if I breed this horny bitch or not," You growl, slapping Maggie's ass with your free hand, leaving a red hand print on her fair skin.

You look up at the young woman manning the roulette wheel as she bites her bottom lip, clearly enjoying her front-row seat to the show. Her pale blue eyes meet yours for a moment before quickly looking away as you flash her a confident smile. "What's your name sweetie?" You ask softly.

"Lilly," The young woman replies in a soft nervous tone.

"Enjoying the show?" You ask in a confident tone, the woman nervously nods as her cheeks turn bright red. "You hoping I know this slut up?" You ask in a smooth tone. To which the woman nods nervously, not quite finding the confidence to look you in the eyes. "Good, good," You reply with a grin, "Think you can do me one favour before I fill this slut up with my cum?" You ask with a soft sensual tone.

"Yes," The young woman whimpers. "What do you need?" She asks hesitantly.

"Put all of my chips on Positive," You say with a grin, feeling very happy Maggie led you over to a table which had such symbology. Admittedly you didn't have a chance to rig this game in advance, you were good but not, hack on the fly while being balls deep and moments from cumming, good. Still, the wheel goes from -18 to positive 18 with a single slot for 0, so you have slightly worse than 50:50 odds.

"Positive, Ma'am?" Lilly asks nervously.

"Yeah, positive, like what we both hope this sluts pregnancy test comes back with," You reply with a grin.

Lilly nods and sends the holographic ball spinning, as your own balls begin to rise, as your thick swollen cock begins to twitch dangerously, spraying the last few drops of precum from your cock. By now your nanobots will have made all the changes necessary to bring Maggie's body to peak fertility and make her pussy a much more welcome environment for your super sperm.

You keep thrusting into Maggie's sweet feeling that familiar heat and pressure within reach boiling point. Time seems to slow as you feel your body tensing as the last biological switches are flicked. You slam yourself forward, as hard as you can, the tip of your swollen shaft pressing into the deepest depths of Maggie's sex, your shaft begins to pulse and throb. Your hot thick cum fills your cock, pressure mounting for a few milliseconds before it erupts from you, spilling out deep inside of Maggie.

You feel your knees going weak and you lean forward, putting your weight on Maggie, pinning her to the table as your cock fires rope after heavy rope of your potent cream at Maggie's cervix. The gambling girl, mewls and howls in delight beneath you as she feels the sweet heat and sticky impact in her womb as your cum fills her. Hundreds of millions of your enhanced sperm spread out in Maggie's womb some to race for an egg to fertilise while others settle and hibernate.

A race that would shortly come to an end, for only a few hours from now Maggie would soon ovulate, the bio band still stuck to her arm, flagging any pharmacy or autodoc not to dispense any emergency contraceptives. Meaning that in a week or so, she'd see an exact mirror of the positive sign floating before her on the roulette table holographic display. Most of the staff of the lucky quasar will receive the payout on the bet, securing their freedom, while Maggie ponders her own somewhat restricted for the next year.

In any case, you get dressed and leave Maggie's naked form lying on the roulette table, your cum slowly leaking down her leg, knowing you were one Sister closer to bringing down Alice's precious sorority.