The two last cards.

"So, before you can leave with 500,000 dollars...," Frank's voice was spontaneously interrupted by whistles and applause, an interruption he didn't seem to like at all, his face turning sour once more, "you must draw the two last cards."

Phuong blinked. She still had trouble following and processing what was being said. She just knew somehow that she had won and it was a good thing. She would walk home proud and with a smile on her face. She also desperately hoped there was someone waiting at home. Someone who'd give her a good pounding, because she really needed a cock. But she wasn't sure if there was any man in her life. Everything seemed so... different somehow. She wondered if she should ask Frank, but somehow he didn't seem very likeable.

"As you know, cards from the final cannot be changed. You'll have to stick with what you draw."

Phuong nodded. She reached for the cards.

LUST INDUCTION

Phew, Phuong thought. More horny? How can they make me more horny than what I am feeling right now from my sensitive nipples and the tight ropes carressing my body...?

Then came the last card. The final one.

DOUBLE SUBMISSION

Her head suddenly seemed foggy. She recalled dimly that his was a word she had tried to avoid the whole evening, but she somehow had forgotten why. It was also a very complicated word. The audience around her erupted, she heard clamouring and roaring; something very, very important had just happened...

"Me not want," she tried to protest feebly and looked into Frank's face. The sour look had turned into an evil grin, a triumphant smile. He walked towards her and seized her arm.

"That doesn't matter, darling," he replied and shoved her towards the chamber. Phuong felt his strong grip and had **** but to follow his lead. As the door closed once again, she tried to focus on her success. She had won. A lot of money. She should be happy...

Bzzzzz, made the machine, and Phuong felt once again the by now well known tingling sensation. As soon as it ended, she gasped. A hot wave of arousal was raging through her body. A moan escaped her mouth, her eyes lost focus, and her hands reached instinctively for her crotch and started rubbing. She frantically began to massage her pearl, bit her lip and moaned.

Bzzzzzz.

As the door opened one final time, she saw Frank walking towards her, a collar with a leash attached in his hands.

"On your knees, bitch!" he ordered, and Phuong followed his command immediatly. She wanted to. She was a stuipd, horny, little slutty bimbo girl, after all. It was her purpose to serve strong men. Frank closed the collar around her neck, and pulled the leash. She crawled towards him, her primal needs taking over.

"Me sucky-sucky?" she asked in a pleading voice. She was so **** for the taste of cum...

Frank opened his zipper and pulled out his cock.