Chapter Ten - Dominae On Earth

*Bzzzt*

“Mmrpphhh!” Kitty cried out in pain as the Sexretary Trainer shocked her sensitive clit for making yet another spelling error; that was her fifth in the last hour.

The busty blond sexretary was still struggling to adapt to her new extra long, glossy red stiletto-shaped fingernails. They were impractical for her new job, but not much about her new role was designed with practicality in mind.

She wore a tight-fitted PVC-style lustex white blouse with a deep plunging neckline. Her vast, fake assets were proudly on display, and the living latex material constantly massaged her nipples, keeping them prominently displayed under her top and ensuring she was always at least a little aroused.

The black lustex micro skirt barely covered her round shapely ass and tightly pressed against her thighs to ensure she could only take tiny mincing footsteps in her 7” stiletto heels. Her footwear was no ordinary set of heels. They were Dominae’s newest set of feet-trainers. The soles were lined with tiny spikes, forcing the wearer to keep her heel up, slowly retraining her tendons.

Her fat red lips surrounded a wide, black rubber ball gag, the black strap hidden beneath her platinum blond locks. A glossy black lustex collar labeled her as a Sexretary in a block, white font. Her new uniform was designed to display the blond’s greatest assets and constantly remind her of her place.

*Briiing Briiing*

Kitty stopped typing as the old-fashioned 20th-century telephone rang on her desk. Earth and Dominae both had incredible systems after the remarkable technological advances of the past 200 years, yet Hunter insisted that Kitty have an antique telephone on her desk.

Her wide ball gag instantly began shrinking inside her mouth and receded into nothingness. Her mouth was suddenly empty and free. The busty blond picked up the old wired phone with her sexy hands.

“Mister Hunter Reed’s office. You are speaking to Kitty Cocksucker,” the former captain cringed at the sound of her adopted name. If she didn’t refer to herself appropriately, she would receive another punishment. “How may Kitty assist you today?” She said in her sugary, pitched tone.

“Yes, Mister Mayor. Kitty will transfer you right away,” Kitty responded to the man on the other end of the line before tapping her flashy red nail on the phone’s display, connecting to her new boss.

“Kitty slut, what do I owe the pleasure?” Hunter asked after picking up the phone. He was still enjoying the new dynamic between him and the woman who had previously put him behind bars.

“Master, the Mayor of New New York is on the other line,” she replied sweetly. “Would you like Kitty to transfer the call?” She had only been in this new role for a month, but her scripts were already becoming second nature.

“Ahh, yes. I had been waiting for this call,” Hunter responded. “Transfer him to me. This call may take a while. I may need your dictation if you know what I mean.”

Kitty shuddered; she knew exactly what he meant. “Right away, Master,” she obediently said. “Kitty will transfer him now.”

Once Kitty transferred the call and replaced the phone, her massive black ball gag reformed in her mouth as if by magic. Since the trade agreement was signed, Earth and Dominae scientists have worked together to study the mysterious Lustex organism for very different purposes. Kitty was a walking test subject for the new creations they had designed, and the smart gag was one of them.

Biting into her gag, Kitty carefully stood. She timidly placed one foot in front of the other, attentively ensuring her soles didn’t press against the tiny spikes on her shoes. Her tall heels clicked on the hard floor as she approached the grand office of the new Dominae Ambassador to Earth.

Placing her hand on the door handle, she stared into the eyes of the decoration stapled to the oak door. A woman was covered in glossy black lustex from head to toe, with only her eyes exposed. The Lustex was pressed up against the door, keeping her stuck and suspended against the door in a midair kneeling position. Kitty heard a faint, muffled moan from the living ornament and noticed her petrified eyes. She was a new installation, and the sexretary had no idea where the Ambassador had plucked her from. Still, she was clearly not yet accepting of her new position.

Kitty entered the large office and stepped past another curious sight. A naked woman stood on a pedestal with her legs slightly spread and her hands placed behind her head, proudly pushing her large F-cup breasts out. The presented woman was painted glittery gold from head to toe. The living statue’s mouth was held open in an O shape, with the inside of her mouth also colored gold.

At the front of the golden stand she was perched on was a chrome plate with the words ‘DOMINAE MAN OF THE YEAR’ emblazoned across it. His perverted planet had awarded him the Man of the Year award and presented him with a living trophy. It was absurd.

The gagged blond tottered further inside the office and noticed her new boss, the arrogant Hunter Reed, on the phone. Without direction, she stepped up to his desk and dropped to her knees. Her big, black ball gag began to transform again. However, instead of receding into nothingness, it transfigured into a wide ring gag, forcing her mouth open and available.

The busty blond crawled under the desk and was greeted by Hunter’s hard, exposed cock. Kitty knew hesitation would result in another punishment and slipped her gagged mouth over the rigid, waiting shaft.

“Mmmm,” Hunter moaned softly. “Oh? No, nothing, Sir.” He patted the blond on the head, encouraging her down deeper. “I would be delighted to accept your honor at the Diplomatic Awards.” Kitty shuddered. Earth was honoring this criminal? It felt as though the planet had forgotten this man had murdered her father and countless others. They had sacrificed their morals to make a quick buck.

“Mmphh!” She cried out. The Sexretary Trainer had painfully shocked her clit again. The training device never prevented her from having disruptive thoughts, but it sure reminded her when those thoughts distracted her from her current task. She soon got back to work and bobbed obediently on the familiar cock in her mouth.

“Yes, Sir,” Hunter said. “I will be attending, and I will be bringing a plus one.” He confirmed before groaning; he was close.

“I look forward to it, Sir,” the former bounty hunter struggled to hold in his climax. “See you tonight. Goodbye. Arghhhh,” he cried out, slamming his phone down and emptying his balls inside his obedient sexretary’s mouth.

After swallowing her hated boss’ cum, Kitty crawled back out from the large wooden desk and rose to her painfully high-heeled feet. Her useful ring gag had transformed back into the default jaw-breaking ball gag, sealing the remnants of Hunter’s seed inside her mouth.

“Mmm, your skills have improved, Kitty,” Hunter praised her. Kitty let out a muffled, lustful moan. She didn’t invite it, but his compliment earned her a sensual, pleasurable vibration against her clit, rewarding her for her efforts.

“We have a busy schedule today, my pretty slut,” he glanced down at his schedule. “We’ve been invited to the 25th Annual Earth Diplomatic Awards. Isn’t that exciting?” He teased her. “But before that, we have an important meeting to attend.”

Hunter tapped away on a nearby tablet, and Kitty immediately began to notice her entire body tingle. She narrowed her eyes as her outfit began to transform before her very eyes. She wasn’t wearing any ordinary secretary outfit; she was wearing the prototype for an all-in-one custom lustex wardrobe. Her outfit had the ability to change at the touch of a button. Unfortunately, she never had access to the button. She sighed beneath her gag as she glanced down to discover what outfit he had prepared for her this time.

❖

“Come on, Kitty. Keep up,” Hunter commanded as he tugged his blond sexretary’s golden leash. The busty woman struggled to keep up. She couldn’t believe she was tottering along these familiar hallways.

She had returned to the headquarters of her former employer for the first time since her life took a drastic turn. Kitty was the youngest captain to earn the Silver Heart award. Still, those memories had begun to feel like a lifetime ago. She held almost every record in Flight school, and those she failed to surpass were held by her father.

Kitty had made it her life’s mission to hunt down her dad’s killer, and when she almost single-handedly took down the infamous and dangerous bounty hunter, she became the poster child for interstellar defense.

Now, as she tottered through the halls, although everyone’s eyes were still focused on her, they weren’t for the reasons Kitty would have liked. She wore an outfit modeled after her former captain’s attire, with the glossy blue, lustex top clinging to her body with a keyhole window exposing her overtly fake breasts. The top stopped short of her navel, revealing her tanned, bare stomach. There were Captains stripped displayed on her shoulders as if to taunt the former starship pilot.

She wore a pair of extremely tight lustex hotpants, with wide internal plugs subtly humming inside her pussy and ass. The shorts pressed up so tightly against her curves it showed off the crease of her pussy folds, giving her a permanent wedgie.

She wore knee-high boots similar to her old regulation footwear, except these had extreme 9” heels, forcing her toes en pointe. A heavy-duty blue ball gag was wedged between her teeth, and a blue leather collar was wrapped around her neck, with the words ‘PROPERTY OF DOMINAE’ scrawled along a nondescript nameplate.

Finally, she wore a blue lustex sleeve behind her back, forcing her arms into an uncomfortable reverse prayer position.

The eyes laid on her displayed a mixture of disgust, curiosity, and amusement from her former colleagues. They had slowly been introduced to the controversial Dominae culture after the diplomatic pact was signed, and the Dominae embassy was subject to daily protests from the New New York population.

“Mrpph!” Kitty squealed out as Hunter tugged the leash again, pulling her towards the office door of the new Deputy Director for the United Global Spaceforce. The Director Kitty had known and respected passed away during her long search for her captive colleagues. The previous Deputy Director was given the step up and filled the void. As Hunter opened the office door, Kitty stood in shock at who had taken the new Deputy Director role.

Jake Mitchell, General Robert Mitchell’s 25-year-old son, was grinning from ear to ear when he witnessed Kitty’s transformation with his very own eyes for the first time. Catherine and Jake progressed through the system together. As talented as Jake was, he always fell short of Catherine’s high standards and was forever destined to live in her shadow.

The pair even dated for a short while. Still, Catherine’s competitive ambition and Jake’s jealousy of her success ensured the relationship came crashing to a dramatic halt. While he respected his colleague’s achievements, Jake thought he would never reach the heights his parents expected of him for as long as Catherine was in the picture.

The recently promoted man couldn’t deny how much he approved of Kitty’s new appearance, and her jiggling tits gave him an instant hard-on. The Deputy Director stepped forward to greet the couple, shaking the new ambassador’s hand and squeezing Kitty’s enhanced exposed tits, enjoying their impressive firmness. Kitty disapproved of his greeting, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.

They took their seats, and Kitty obediently knelt beside her boss. Robert raised an eyebrow and grinned at the obedience of the former hotshot pilot. He remembered her previously full of arrogant confidence, but very little of that arrogance seemed to remain. “I’m glad you could meet with me, Ambassador Reed. We have grave matters to discuss,” Jake spoke.

Hunter chuckled but didn’t reply. He allowed the Deputy Director to continue. “There has been concern from some of the population that some of your citizens have been harassing our women,” Jake spoke sternly.

Kitty shuddered. This was what she had feared when they discussed the proposed deal. First, it began as a trade deal, and then it expanded into an abstract diplomatic agreement. Suddenly, Dominae men were running around trying to send Earth culture into the 20th century. Kitty shook her platinum blond head.

Hunter didn’t seem to be concerned. “Come on, Jake,” he said. “It’s just us here. You can speak candidly.” He assured the deputy director. Kitty bit against the baby blue gag in her mouth.

Jake paused and ran his hand through his well-maintained dark hair. “I mean,” he paused. “I can’t believe that’s really Catherine. What happened to the cold-hearted bitch?” He narrowed his eyes, and Kitty let out a muffled moan. “Not so high and mighty now, is she?”

Hunter ruffled the busty woman’s hair. “Kitty here knows her true place now,” he teased. “Don’t you, Kitty?” He glanced down at her to find her staring daggers back at him. Her defiant look ceased almost immediately when her clit buzzed with agony. Her punishment prompted her ex-boyfriend to laugh.

“Kitty, be a good girl and sit on the good Deputy’s lap,” Hunter commanded. The transformed former pilot hated the idea of obeying his command. Still, she knew she would be punished for refusing, so she crawled to the other side of the desk, lifted herself onto her ballet-heeled feet, and sat on the deputy director’s lap. Jake immediately cups her exposed chest with his hands, softly squeezing her nipples.

“I understand what you’re saying, deputy,” Hunter continued their conversation. “However, you haven’t given me enough unilateral power to deal with my own people. I need the ability to enforce our laws on our people.”

Jake used one hand to grope Kitty’s meaty chest and the other to circle her lustex-covered short shorts. He noticed the light vibrations of the plugs pulsing away inside of her. He would love to have someone like this to serve his every whim. “May I remind you, Ambassador, that those citizens are living on Earth, and they must abide by our laws.”

Hunter furrowed his brow and leaned in, speaking in a firm, toned-down voice. “OK, Jake, let’s get real here,” he started. “You are the deputy director of the largest space force in the galaxy, and your father is a decorated five-star general. You have a lot of political power.” He continued to butter the deputy director up. “What will it take to give me what I want?”

Jake didn’t reply immediately. He closed his eyes and softly bit his lower lip, savoring the touch of his hands on the buxom sexretary’s ample chest. He opened his eyes and glanced at his former colleague’s outfit. She looked just perfect this way.

Despite the lack of response, Hunter’s serious expression turned into a smirk. He casually leaned back on his chair. “I think we can come to some kind of arrangement, Mr Mitchell,” the former bounty hunter said. His eyes met Kitty’s, and she stared back in worried confusion. What did her hated boss have up his sleeve now?

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As the sun hid away over the horizon, the click-clacking of hooves was heard along the New York streets, and a grand carriage pulled up outside the Metropolitan Arts Center, which was hosting the annual Diplomatic Awards. However, the sound effects didn’t emanate from a traditional cart horse but that of Ginger and Princess, the human transport ponies owned by the Dominae government.

The two ponies’ outfits had been upgraded since Dominae established its legitimate embassy on the New New York outskirts. Their leather harness had been replaced with fancy gold chains. Lustex plugs constantly pulsated inside the former space pilots’ orifices, vibrating at varying speeds depending on what their coach master required of them. They had gotten used to their heel-less hooves, painfully keeping their click-clacking feet perched on their toes. Their nipples were decorated with golden bells, which rang out as they trotted ahead.

The carriage door opened, and the press swarmed in with their cameras. Ambassador Hunter Reed stepped out looking as sharp as ever. The diplomatic life suited him, and he always scrubbed up well. He was followed by his guest, UGS Deputy Director Jake Mitchell, who was wearing a charcoal gray suit and a shit-eating grin on his face. Finally, Kitty stepped out of the carriage. She was wearing a gorgeous, shiny red ballgown. The dress elegantly clung to her impressive chest and waist, showing off her feminine curves, before the lower half pleated out into a short red train along the floor. It was likely the most conservative outfit Kitty had worn for months, and yet she continued to feel naked wearing it.

Plugs continued to vibrate inside of her subtly, and the material of her dress actively massaged Kitty’s nipples. Although her footwear was hidden by the long ball gown, she wore tall red 7” stiletto pumps with tiny spikes, ensuring Kitty walked on her tiptoes all night.

However, the most alluring part of Kitty’s appearance was the broad, dopey grin spread across the former captain’s beautiful face. Her oversized, bright red lips contorted into a happy smile, ultimately betraying the horrified expression in her big blue eyes.

Only the most astute onlookers would have noticed that Kitty wasn’t smiling at all. Instead, she was gagged with a long black dildo buried down her throat, held in place by a face mask perfectly matching her skin tone. The mask mimicked her impressive lips and gave her a permanently gleeful expression despite her mouth and throat being filled by the phallic object.

Deputy Director Mitchell placed his arm around the busty blond’s waist, resting his hand on her shapely ass. “Smile for the camera,” he teased the gagged beauty as the paparazzi lapped up their appearance.

As they made their way down the red carpet, it was clear many of the onlookers were not pleased to see the Dominae delegation at the awards show. Handmade posters declaring ‘Women’s Rights are Human Rights’ and ‘Justice For All Women” were held up by a segment of the protesting crowd.

Kitty was relieved to find her fellow citizens were fighting back against the normalization of this perverse, backward culture. However, the protesters found Kitty to be part of the problem, and they protested against the former decorated captain’s compliance as much as their own government’s actions.

Kitty and her two male escorts made their way inside, and the vociferous protests quieted. They were met by a pretty woman who greeted Hunter and Jake but ignored the former captain entirely. The trio was led to a table already occupied by three gentlemen. A gold plaque with ‘Dominae’ scrawled across it was placed in the center of the beautiful set-up table.

Kitty didn’t even notice at first, but the three men were each being serviced by kneeling, barely dressed women between their legs. They were all gagged with uncomfortable ring gags and had their arms bound tightly behind their back. Kitty hoped the women were Dominae ‘born’ and not kidnapped Earth women as had been rumored.

Hunter & Jake took their seats and greeted their companions. The ambassador took hold of the O-ring attached to Kitty’s red Lustex collar and pulled her down, dropping her to her knees between himself and the deputy director. He condescendingly patted the gagged former pilot on her luscious blond-haired head. “It’s great to see other cultures show tolerance for each other,” he jokingly said, prompting a laugh from the rest of the table. Hunter picked up a filled champagne flute and clinked glasses with his group. “Here’s to a new chapter in Dominae diplomacy,” he toasted. Kitty could only kneel in disgust as the lights dimmed and the awards began.

❖

The evening was filled with jokes and recognition. The comedian hosts didn’t address Dominae for the most part, as they were unwilling to make jokes about such a controversial topic. However, that all changed once the Mayor of New New York was ushered to the stage for the final award of the evening.

After lauding the success of his City and the planet as a whole over the last year, he addressed the elephant in the room. “Many believe this planet has a moral obligation to police the galaxy, to enforce our morals and laws on those whose cultures contradict our way of life,” he said. “However, our biggest strengths are collaboration and tolerance. We may not agree on everything, but we focus on the areas where we agree and work together to benefit each other.” His speech received a smattering of applause from the audience.

“This is where the final award of the evening comes in,” the mayor continued. “For a long time, Dominae was an unknown distant planet no one on Earth dared to tread. Rumors of their unique culture were told as bedtime horror stories, and they were banished from intergalactic treaties.”

The mayor looked down at the Dominae table. “However, one man changed all that. A year ago, Ambassador Hunter Reed accepted a dangerous mission to infiltrate his home planet and find areas where we can collaborate and expand our mighty economies. Despite some hiccups along the way, he now stands here as Dominae’s first Ambassador to Earth.” A toned-down applause was heard around the room. “It is my great honor to present the special recognition award for services to Earth relations to the great Ambassador, Mr Hunter Reed.”

The crowd warmed up, and the former convict rose to his feet, approaching the stage to accept his award from the mayor. The two men embraced before Hunter was awarded a trophy, and the mayor exited the stage to allow the new ambassador to give his speech. Kitty was wholly bemused. She was sent on that mission to find her kidnapped colleagues, yet they had twisted the entire story around Hunter’s fake heroics.

Hunter began to thank the governments of both planets for entrusting him with the mighty responsibility. He noted how the two cultures were more similar than they were different. “However,” he added, “our differences must also be celebrated. We have no intention of imposing our unique ways on you all, but where there is common ground, we should not shame those who wish to live their own unusual lifestyles. Take Kitty, for instance.”

Hunter ushered Kitty to the stage. She shook her head at first, but a zap on her clit soon brought her to her feet, and she reluctantly made her way onto the stage. “Kitty is rather shy,” he joked, wrapping his arm around the gagged blond’s waist. “For those of you who don’t know, Kitty used to be known as Captain Catherine Knight. She accompanied me on my mission to Dominae and spent over six months absorbing our refreshing culture.” He grinned. “Tell me, Kitty. How did you find the experience?”

The ambassador brought the microphone to Kitty’s fake smiling lips. She stared up at him in bemusement before muffling her displeasure through the dildo gag. However, instead of her muffled moans, a perfect replica of her voice began to speak. “It was eye-opening. The longer I spent on Dominae, the more I became jealous of those lucky women.” The blond’s eyes widened.

“Exactly,” Hunter continued. “Captain Knight discovered the true mental freedom of slavery. We respect your fantastic culture that allows women to be whoever and whatever they want to be. But if a woman chooses to become a slave, why is that not allowed?” He posed the question, and the audience stayed silent. “Kitty needed to become an honorary Dominae citizen to become the slave she always wanted to be, but it shouldn’t be that way.”

Kitty’s eyes widened. She didn’t like where this was going. “That is why the mayor has allowed me to announce a new law on Earth.” Suddenly, there were gasps from the audience. They knew something big was about to take place. “Voluntary female slavery will become legal on Earth. Suppose a woman chooses wholeheartedly that a life of slavery is for them. In that case, they will be permitted to sign a contract transferring their rights to a Master of their choosing. Once both parties sign the contract, she will become property. This process is entirely voluntary, and enforced servitude will remain illegal.”

A collective gasp filled the room, and Kitty stared in horror at her criminal boss. The ramifications of this announcement were huge. Slavery was illegal on Earth, and it should stay illegal. This was a dark day in Earth’s history.

Despite the cold reception from the audience, Hunter continued his announcement. “With this new law, Kitty will no longer need her Dominae citizenship, and she can happily live as Earth’s first voluntary female slave.” Catherine shook her head, but another painful jolt on her clit stopped her immediately. “At Kitty’s insistence, my guest this evening is UGS Deputy Director Jake Mitchell. Jake and Kitty studied together in flight school. Kitty was always in awe of the Deputy Director’s intelligence and cunning. She has made the decision to donate herself as Jake’s willing slave. Isn’t that right, Kitty?”

Kitty gasped in horror so hard she almost choked on the dildo in her throat. She protested incoherently as loud as she could, but a prerecorded response using her own voice drowned out her please. “Yes, Ambassador. I would love to become Master Jake’s willing slave.”

The crowd reluctantly applauded Kitty’s declaration, and Hunter ushered Jake Mitchell to the stage. The deputy director clipped a leash to Kitty’s O-ring and firmly tugged downward, forcing the new slave to her hands and knees. The men left the stage, with Kitty crawling in humiliation behind them.

When Jake and Hunter reached their seats, the leash firmly in Jake’s hand, the deputy director turned his attention to the ambassador. “I hope you understand what we’ve just done—the Pandora’s box we just opened,” he remarked.

Hunter laughed and leaned back in his chair, staring down at the slave between Jake’s legs; she was glaring at him. “I understand. We are making your world a better place, one slave at a time.” The other men on the table laughed at Hunter’s comments. He had changed the world, for sure. Whether or not it was for the better, only time would tell.

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Eight Months Later

Kitty closed the refrigerator door and picked up the silver serving tray filled with a half dozen beers, careful her huge tits didn’t knock the bottles over. Her new J-cup mountainous melons had just healed, and she was still adjusting to her new center of gravity.

The busty slave was entirely naked except for the pink lustex apron wrapped around her waist, labeling her a ‘bimbo’. She wore a thick black collar with a digital display in the center. The words ‘PROPERTY OF JAKE MITCHELL’ scrolled along the front of the screen.

Her lips had also received some recent attention and now protruded from her face in a cartoonish permanent pout. Her lips were permanently tattooed a shocking candy-pink color, making them pop even further. She could barely speak coherently, even when she wasn’t gagged. She was gagged often, however. She currently wore a large soft-pink ball gag. The gag was so big it didn’t require any straps to hold it in place. A device controlled by Kitty’s Master allowed the gag to shrink and slip out when needed.

She began tottering carefully into the lounge of the large house. She was barefoot, but her year of heel training meant her heels could not comfortably reach the ground. Her toes were painted a cute shade of candy pink, as were her 2” talons attached to her fingers.

The most notable feature of this naked, gagged bimbo slave was her round belly. Kitty was seven months pregnant, and Master Jake forced her to proudly show her belly off whether she was inside the house or out in public.

Her massive tits adorned two ring piercings, connected by a silver chain. Her Master enjoyed attaching her leash to her nipple chains whenever he took her on walks. Her overextended belly had a navel piercing decoration, and her hidden tongue similarly received a piercing.

The words ‘Dumb Cunt’ was tattooed just above her pussy. Her Master told Kitty that it was a reminder of her old life after she used to call him the same back at flight school. A barcode was tattooed on the back of her left shoulder. Should any of the new voluntary enslavement officers scan the code, it would inform them of her details and notify her owner should she ever get ‘lost.’

The bimbo slave approached the six jovial men enjoying a private game of poker. Several naked women knelt beside the men, with one actively bouncing on a man’s cock as he played.

After placing a drink in front of each player, Kitty knelt beside her Master. Jake grinned and roughly groped her impressive chest, using his foot to massage her pregnant belly. He grabbed her small chain and tugged the slave between his legs, and her gag instantly disappeared into nothingness, showing off her oversized pouting pink lips.

Kitty knew what her Master required, and she obediently wrapped her inviting lips around his exposed cock, sensually bobbing down on the shaft.

“This is the good life,” a member of the party commented. “And we all have Dominae to thank.” The other players clinked their beer bottles in agreement.

Kitty’s eyes widened as she sucked her Master’s cock. It suddenly all became clear to her. She had spent months trying to escape the hellish planet of Dominae, but in doing so, she inadvertently brought Dominae to Earth.

Her owner patted his bimbo slave’s head and collected his winnings from the last hand. Things would never be the same on Earth again.

The End.