Learning the ropes

Ann opens her mouth to read the card, but her breath catches in her throat. Panicked, she tries to scream, but nothing besides a normal exhale comes from mouth. "Shit, are you okay?" Adam says.

Jessica quickly says, "Clearly not, she can't talk dumbass. Um, I'm, oh!" She grabs the cards from the last round and moves them to their respective discard piles while quickly saying, "Whoever played the winning card needs to fucking get it!"

While looking down, TJ shakily reaches out and slides the card in front of him. A number one appears in front of his card as Ann shouts, "Fucking hel-"

Her voice catches as she realizes she can finally vocalize again. Experimentally, she says, "Hey, it's back." Satisfied, she continues, "So we need to do that every round I guess." The rest of them look stressed, and Ann lets out a nervous laugh before saying, "Well, I'm fine, and we can just go on I suppose. And TJ, you're more perverted than I thought. Nice one." She gives him a nervous grin, trying to lighten the mood, but he just stares intently at the table.

Ann sighs, then takes a deep breath and just reads the card, "Getting off on being a bitch is nice enough, but it's better with ___. So, sorry if this makes me say some bitchy things, though I somewhat doubt it really will."

"Like it needs to make you," Sasha grumbles to herself.

As Ann leans back, the others look amongst themselves questioningly. After several seconds have passed, Jessica picks a card and says, "I'm just going to pick so that if this game can change us it won't be too bad of a change." She puts the cards down on the table. Immediately, her face twists in pain and pleasure. She moans desperately, clawing at her chest, her hips humping the empty air, and screams," Fuck, fuck fuck fuck! Mmmm, make it, ungh, stop!"

Adam leans over and holds her shoulders, then says, "Babe, what's happening?"

"I, FUCK, am cumming and cramping and feel my nipples being pinched FUCKING HARD!" She stifles a scream and leans back, her hips thrusting into her hand. TJ watches across the table, his eyes wide, and the others just look at her with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.

Sasha realizes something, and quickly says, "Hey, the rules ended by saying that we have to play in the spirit of the game, so grab your card back and choose based on what the game wants."

Without a word Jessica dives forward, grabbing her card. Still moaning and grunting in pain, she quickly chooses a new card and puts it on the table. Her frantic movements quickly slow, and her face starts to settle into a more normal, albeit embarrassed, state. She stretches, trying to rid herself of the last of her cramps.

Adam, still concerned, says, "I'm sorry babe, can I do anything? Are you okay?"

"I mean, besides the cramping, intensity, and a few of the other sensations it felt kinda good, though it went on far too long for what it was. But yeah, I'm not great. At least we know we can't cheat the system now. " She smiles lightly, and the rest of the group laugh nervously.

"Yeah, I guess so," TJ finally says. "So we should probably play our cards like the game wants, yeah?"

"For sure," Sasha says while jutting out her chest. She looks down, a little confused and embarrassed, but everyone just moves on and selects their cards. Once everything is in the middle Ann collects them and prepares to read.

She flips over the first one and sets it down. Reading it aloud, she says, "Getting off on being a bitch is nice enough, but it's better with a hair trigger to end all hair triggers." After a pause, she simply says, "Fuck you guys," and flips over the next card.

"I mean, we kinda had to play what we liked the most," TJ responds haltingly.

Jessica pounces on that quickly, saying, "True, but then was that your card? Do you like women with a hair trigger?" She leans back and smirks, and the others seem have their moods slightly lifted as they chuckle.

Tj's face reddens as he says, "No, and we shouldn't say whose cards are who's until the end. Um, sorry for interrupting. What was the next one?"

"No problem," Ann responds. She clears her throat, then says, "It's this: Getting off on being a bitch is nice enough, but it's better with a lack of impulse control." She sighs, then flops the last two simultaneously and says, "The next one is but it's better with huge hentai tits." She looks at the card for a moment, her brows furrowed, and then says, "Huh, I guess that could be sexy, but it doesn't seem to fit exactly. Whatever," she finishes, shrugging.

Confused herself, Jessica asks, "What is that?" Adam leans over and whispers in her ear. She pulls back and says, "Seriously?!" Alright then, sorry."

"No problem," Ann says with a mock smile. "I'll take any small distraction I can get right now. I'm guessing we'll vote shortly and see if this game is truly fucking magic or if you're just a slut."

"Hey, fuck you!" Sasha yells, her tits jiggling frantically as she moves abruptly. Her face grows red with shame and arousal but she doesn't cover up. Instead, she theatrically points at Ann, causing her tits to shake even more, and says, "You'll see in a second what this game will fucking do, now read the last card!"

Amused, Ann says, "Alright, calm down. I'm just making some light fun. The last one says but it's better with a masochist streak. Yikes."

The numbers appear beneath the cards, and they all look to see the results.