The fate of Kemuel 31

Damian shuffled the cards calmly, without haste, savoring the moment. He looked at each of them one by one: at Viktor, serious and silent; at David, nervous and adjusting his glasses; at Somchai, a thirty-year-old Thai, slender, with black straight hair down to his shoulders, light brown skin, slanted eyes, who had arrived five minutes ago and sat down without saying a word. And then he looked at you.

"Let it be clear," Damian said as he dealt the cards. "Here there are two sides. I, Javi, Oscar, and Ruben are partners. You four: Viktor, David, Somchai, and Sofia, play for your freedom. Well, Sofia plays for her freedom. The other three play so they won't become whores."

Javi laughed.

"That is, if they lose, one will be mine, another Oscar's, and another Ruben's. I'll take Viktor, that guy is like a bull."

Viktor clenched his jaw but said nothing. David swallowed hard. Somchai remained still, looking at the cards Damian was placing on the table.

Damian continued:

"The rules are simple. Eight players. Seven rounds. Each round, the one with the worst hand is eliminated and becomes the property of the winning side. In the end, only one will remain: the absolute Master of all the others."

He gave you your card. You looked at it: a four of clubs. Shit.

First round. Damian showed a king. Javi, a jack. Oscar, a nine. Ruben, a ten. Viktor pulled out an eight. David showed a six with a trembling hand. Somchai put a five on the table without changing his expression.

And you put down your four.

Absolute silence.

"Sofia," Damian said with a smile from ear to ear. "First eliminated. What a surprise."

"No..." you whispered.

"Take off your clothes."

Tears began to fall as you obeyed. You took off your black dress, your bra, your panties. You were completely naked in front of eight men who looked at you like a piece of meat. Your large breasts with hard nipples from the cold and fear, your shaved pussy exposed, the plug still inside your ass.

"Kneel there," Damian ordered, pointing to the corner by the wall.

You knelt down naked, with your head down, aware that you had lost your freedom in the first damn round.

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Second round.

Damian dealt the cards again among the remaining seven.

Damian: ace. Javi: jack. Oscar: king. Ruben: nine. Viktor: seven. David: three. Somchai: five.

David had the worst hand.

"David," Damian said. "Second eliminated."

David turned pale. He started taking off his shirt with trembling hands. He was twenty-two years old, dark-haired, with a shaved head on the sides, a muscular body worked out in the gym. He pulled down his pants showing his half-hard, circumcised cock. He knelt down next to you without looking at you, ashamed.

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Third round.

Six players. Damian: king. Javi: ace. Oscar: jack. Ruben: eight. V...