Clara couldn't stop her eyes from drifting toward Tina. The young woman had humiliated herself so thoroughly in the previous round, yet now Clara understood the calculation behind it. Tina hadn't simply broken. She had been trying to shield both herself and her mother in the only way she could.
Clara's chest tightened with a reluctant sense of respect. She's sharper than she lets on…
Her gaze lifted toward the hidden camera in the corner of the room. For a moment, she stared straight into the lens.
Fin… are you watching this?
A sickening wave of shame rolled through her. She could almost feel his eyes on her skin. After everything she had done — the greed, the selfishness, the way she had allowed herself to be paraded and used — he probably saw her as nothing more than a willing whore. The thought made her throat close. She quickly dropped her gaze, unable to hold it any longer.
On the large screen, the Rabbit-masked woman clapped her hands together with unsettling cheer.
"Now that the first round has concluded, let's move on to the second round. Before we begin, I should remind you all how the power cards work. Does anyone wish to use an Orange Card before this round starts? It will grant you a temporary shield for the entire round."
The table fell silent. Tina kept her head lowered, clearly weighing her options. Diana sat rigid with tension. Even Richard seemed to be considering it.
In his office, Fin leaned forward, his heart hammering.
Use it, Clara… Please. Just this once. Protect yourself.
On the screen, Clara slowly began to raise her hand.
Before her fingers could fully extend, Mike leaned in close to her ear. His voice was low, smooth, and laced with quiet venom.
"Are you really going to be selfish again, Clara?" he whispered. "Saving only yourself while your friend gets thrown to the wolves? What do you think will happen to Sarah if you use that card on yourself?"
Clara's hand froze mid-air. Her fingers trembled before she slowly lowered it back to her lap, her face drained of color.
In his office, Fin's expression twisted with rage. He grabbed the whiskey glass and hurled it across the room. It exploded against the wall, glass and liquor splattering everywhere. He clutched his head with both hands, breathing hard.
"Fuck… Clara…" he muttered through clenched teeth. "Why…?"
Back on the island, the Rabbit-masked woman spoke again, her tone disturbingly bright.
"Time's up. No one has used an Orange Card."
She tilted her head slightly.
"Now then… let's begin the second round."
A large digital wheel appeared on the screen behind her.
"This round is called Wheel of Desires. Both masters will play a simple game of Hot Hands. The winner gets to spin the wheel and choose one slave from either team. Whatever task the wheel lands on… that slave must perform it. No refusals. No exceptions."
She smiled behind the mask.
"Shall we begin?"
Richard's face had gone pale. His hands were already shaking as he looked across the table at Mike.
"This… this isn't fair," he muttered. "How am I supposed to win against him?"
Mike leaned back with a lazy, arrogant smile, rubbing his palms together.
"Come on, old man. Don't waste everyone's time."
The Rabbit-masked woman ignored the complaint.
"Master Mike will start. Master Richard will defend."
A large timer appeared above the table.
00:58
Tina leaned toward her grandfather and whispered quickly, "Focus on his rhythm, Grandpa. Don't let him bait you."
Richard nodded stiffly and placed his trembling hands on top of Mike's. Mike's eyes gleamed with predatory amusement.
"Three… two… one…"
He yanked his hands free and slapped the backs of Richard's hands with a sharp crack. Richard flinched. Mike reset and struck again. And again. His rhythm was deliberately unpredictable — sometimes lightning fast, sometimes deliberately slow — forcing Richard to chase every movement. Each successful slap echoed through the quiet room.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
By the time the timer hit 00:12, Richard's hands were red and stinging. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Mike leaned in slightly, his voice low and mocking.
"Your granddaughters are watching, you know?"
Richard gritted his teeth but said nothing. He was too busy trying — and failing — to keep up.
When the timer finally hit zero, Mike delivered three rapid slaps in quick succession.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Time's up," the Rabbit-masked woman announced cheerfully. "Master Mike wins the round."
Mike didn't hesitate. He turned his head and looked directly at Tina with a cold, satisfied smirk.
"I choose Tina."
The words landed like a physical blow. Tina's shoulders stiffened. Her hands curled into tight fists on her lap as her long blonde hair fell forward, partially hiding her face. The bold, defiant girl from the first round was gone. Her breathing had already grown uneven.
A large wheel materialized on the screen and began to spin. The room grew heavier with every passing second. Tina kept her head down, but her thighs pressed tightly together beneath the table.
The wheel slowed… slower… slower…
It finally stopped with a sharp click.
The Rabbit-masked woman read the result in her sweet, unsettling voice:
"Let the winning master finger the chosen slave for two full minutes… while she begs him not to stop."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Mike let out a low chuckle and pushed his chair back slightly, patting his thigh.
"Come here, Tina."
Tina rose on unsteady legs and walked around the table. When she reached him, she hesitated for only a second before slowly lowering herself onto his lap. Mike didn't waste time. He pushed the thin fabric of her micro-bottom aside and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy.
Schlick.
Tina's body jerked hard. Mike immediately started thrusting, fast and rough. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room with every movement.
Schlick… squelch… schlick… squelch…
Tina bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stay silent. Mike curled his fingers and sped up, forcing a broken sound from her throat.
"Nngh—!"
"Two minutes," he murmured against her ear. "Start begging."
Tina's voice came out small and shaky.
"…P-Please… don't stop…"
Mike added a third finger without warning, stretching her roughly. Tina's hips twitched violently as the wet sounds grew louder and more shameful.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Ahh—!" The moan slipped out before she could stop it.
Mike's thumb found her clit and rubbed in tight circles while his fingers pumped relentlessly. Tina's thighs began to tremble around his hand.
"Louder," he ordered. "Let them all hear how wet you're getting."
Tina squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning with humiliation. Her voice cracked as she forced the words out.
"Please… don't stop… fingering me…"
Mike thrust harder, almost brutally.
"Tell your mother how soaked you are right now."
Tina's breath hitched. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she forced the words out between ragged moans.
"I… I'm getting so wet—! Ahhn—! Please… don't stop—!"
Mike grinned and drove his fingers even faster. The obscene squish squish squish sounds grew louder as Tina's body betrayed her completely. Her moans turned desperate and high-pitched, her hips twitching helplessly against his hand.
"Ten seconds left," Mike announced loudly. "Beg like you mean it."
Tina's voice broke completely, teary and humiliated.
"Please—! Don't stop fingering my pussy, Master—! Ahh—! Haaah—!"
Her thighs shook violently as Mike continued without mercy until the timer finally hit zero. When he pulled his fingers out, they glistened with her arousal. Tina stood on shaky legs, her face flushed and streaked with tears she tried to hide behind her hair. She walked back to her seat without looking at anyone, her thighs visibly trembling.
The room was deathly silent.
Diana sat frozen, staring at her daughter with wide, horrified eyes. Her knuckles had turned white from gripping the edge of the table. Richard kept his gaze fixed on the table, face flushed with shame, unable to look at Tina. Clara had turned her face slightly away, but her body was rigid with tension. Even Sarah looked pale and disturbed.
Mike leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, his eyes drifting across the table to Diana.
"Well," he said casually. "That was fun."
Diana slowly turned her head to look at him. For the first time, there was open, burning hatred in her eyes. She said nothing. She simply looked back at her daughter, who sat with her head down, shoulders shaking slightly as she tried to steady her breathing.
Mike didn't give Richard any time to recover.
The moment the Rabbit-masked woman gave the signal, he placed his hands on the table and looked at the older man with open contempt.
"Three… two… one."
Richard barely had time to react. Mike's hands moved fast and sharp. Slap! Slap! Slap! Three clean hits landed before Richard could even adjust. Mike reset and struck again, his rhythm merciless and unpredictable. Richard tried to keep up, but his movements were slow and heavy from exhaustion. Every time he thought he had the timing, Mike changed it.
By the time the timer hit 00:20, Mike was landing almost every strike. Richard's hands were bright red and trembling. His shoulders slumped in defeat as the final seconds ran out. Mike finished with three rapid slaps that echoed through the room.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Time's up," the Rabbit-masked woman announced. "Master Mike wins the round."
Mike didn't even glance at Richard. His eyes were already locked on Tina.
"I choose Tina again."
Tina's body went rigid. She kept her head down, but her shoulders trembled. She didn't speak. She simply sat there, breathing shallowly as the weight of being chosen for the second time settled over her.
A heavy silence filled the room. Diana had gone completely pale. Richard kept his gaze fixed on the table, unable to look up. Clara's hands were clenched tightly in her lap.
The wheel on the screen began to spin once more.
Tina kept her eyes lowered, but her breathing grew more uneven with every slow rotation. She could feel her mother watching her. She could feel her grandfather's presence beside her. The clicking of the wheel seemed to stretch on forever.
It finally slowed and stopped with a sharp click.
The Rabbit-masked woman read the result in her disturbingly cheerful voice:
"The chosen slave must straddle the winning master's lap and grind against his cock until he allows her to stop… while maintaining eye contact with her master the entire time."
The words hit the room like a hammer.
Tina's head slowly lifted. Her face went white as she turned to look at her grandfather. Richard's expression was frozen in shock and shame. He looked like he wanted to disappear.
Mike let out a low chuckle and pushed his chair back.
"Come, you know the drill, brat."
Tina stood up on unsteady legs. She walked around the table and stopped in front of him. After a brief hesitation, she climbed onto his lap, straddling one of his thighs. The thin fabric of her micro-bottom pressed directly against the hard bulge in his pants.
Mike placed his hands on her hips.
"Look at him," he said quietly. "Your master. Don't look away."
Tina slowly turned her head. Her long blonde hair fell over one shoulder as she met her grandfather's eyes. Richard looked devastated. He tried to hold her gaze, but his face was flushed with humiliation.
Mike's grip tightened on her hips.
"Start moving."
Tina began to rock her hips in small, hesitant circles. The friction against her clit was immediate. A shaky breath escaped her lips as she continued grinding against the rough fabric of his pants.
Schlick… schlick…
Mike watched her for a moment, then spoke again, his voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Tell him how wet you're getting."
Tina's hips faltered. Her face burned as she kept her eyes on Richard.
"I'm… getting wet," she whispered, her voice small and broken.
Mike pulled her hips down harder, forcing her to grind with more pressure.
"Louder. Be honest with him."
Tina's breathing grew heavier. She could feel the thin fabric of her bottom becoming damp and clinging to her skin with every movement.
"I'm getting really wet…" she said, her voice cracking. "I can feel it soaking through…"
Richard's face twisted. He looked like he wanted to look away, but he forced himself to keep meeting her eyes.
Mike guided her hips into a steadier rhythm.
"Keep going. Tell him how it feels."
Tina's thighs were already starting to tremble. Her voice came out breathy and ashamed as she continued moving.
"It feels hot… and hard. Every time I move, I can feel it rubbing against me…" She swallowed hard, fresh tears welling in her eyes. "I'm getting wetter the longer I do this. I'm sorry, Grandpa…"
Diana sat frozen beside Richard, her face pale with horror. She looked between her daughter and her father, completely powerless.
Mike's hands slid up to Tina's waist as he began pushing his hips upward to meet her grinding. The wet sounds of fabric rubbing together grew more noticeable.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
"Tell him you're sorry for being such a filthy little slut in front of him," Mike said against her ear.
Tina's eyes filled with tears. She kept grinding, her hips moving in that slow, shameful rhythm while she looked directly at her grandfather.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, Grandpa… I'm so wet. I'm sorry you have to watch me like this…"
Mike pulled her down harder against him, making the friction more intense. Tina's breathing turned into soft, broken gasps.
Schlick… squelch… schlick…
"Don't stop until I say so," he ordered. "And keep looking at your master the whole time."
Tina nodded weakly, her hips still moving as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. She kept her eyes locked on Richard's devastated face while her body continued to betray her.
Richard sat completely still, his face red with shame. He couldn't look away from his granddaughter, even as the sight of her grinding on Mike's lap while staring at him broke something in his expression.
Mike smiled darkly.
Tina's thighs trembled harder as she kept moving. Soft, humiliated sounds continued escaping her lips.
"Ahh… nngh… I'm sorry… I'm getting so wet…"
The wet, shameful sounds of her grinding filled the quiet room.
Schlick… schlick… squelch…
Mike leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and satisfied.
"Good girl. Keep going. We're not done yet."
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