Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's Battlefield Amputations

"Hey now, that's cheating!" said Moggie, as I flopped my bunny ears in agreement.

"It's not cheating. I'm just using negotiation tactics," smiled Illy holding up her Battlefield Amputations card for all to see. "Guess that's a point for me!"

"Natalie, is that really the card you want?" Asked Hector as Illy, good to her word, dismounted from Natalie's face with a puckered pop.

"It's fine," sighed Natalie, the skin on her face still visibly indented by the strings of Illy's fishnets, "could someone just sit me back upright?"

Watching Hector do just that, I scanned Natalie for any signs of alteration, but apart from her aforementioned latex she looked the same. The lacy black and white garters she now wore looped around shoulders, framed on either side by the cute little nubs she had instead of arms. Her g-string had drifted somewhat under Illy's ministrations, but was still attached to her apron above her legless stumps. Her bustier hugged her pill-shaped body in a way that had my loins considering a round two, and her face was almost as shiny as her headband after all that time beneath Illy, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Battlefield amputations...what could that possibly cause? I stared at the little dimples where Natalie's biceps should be, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it changed the winner this time or some other nebulous "she"?

Said winner, Illy looked ecstatic, "Oh my gosh, you're like a little sex doll," she cheered at Natalie.

"Do you need my services again, Illy?" The quad amputee asked, politely .

"No no, not yet," Illy laughed, playing with Natalie's cheek before staring at her white cards with newfound glee.

Natalie wiggled her nose, unable to scratch it herself. I couldn't recall correctly, maybe she was born like that? Maybe she lost them in the war...

"Uhh, it's been too long, can someone pour Jayleen and I another shot?" pleaded Natalie.

"On it," said Illy, but as opposed to stepping over us to get the vodka bottle she pushed me out of her way. I landed in a pile next to Natalie, the two of us nestled up against each other. The bound bunny and the limbless French maid, we made quite the pair.

"Have you noticed any other changes? It's been forever since I last won." Whispered Natalie snuggling up against me. I was horizontal in her lap, and she had leaned on top of me, supporting herself on my hip with her warm her pseudopods.

In answer, I nodded yes, trying to gesture with my forehead at her nearby thong.

"My butt?" She asked. I shook my head no. "Gosh, I should really see if I can get that gag out of your mouth. She wiggled on top of me, as I tried to half-crab walk, resulting in us collapsing on top of one another like a pair of newborn kittens. Natalie snorted and I laughed in spite of myself.

"What are you two giggling at?" pried Illy, carrying over a trio of full shot glasses. "Aww you look so cut down there. The dickgirl and the onahole, we should write a hentai."

"There's something weird going on in this game, Illy," said Natalie, adding urgency to her tone, "have you noticed any changes since you won?"

"How do you mean?" Illy said sweetly, propping up the pair of us like she was arranging stuffed animals.

"You're the only other person with black cards. Each time we won, something strange happened. You won the last two hands, has anything happened for you?" Natalie explained, ever-relentless.

"Hmm," replied Illy playing with our hair and head ornaments, "let me get back to you on that, open wide." And with that she tipped a shot of vodka into Natalie's unprotected mouth.

Something was off, I knew Illy wasn't telling us everything but by that point she had grabbed my gag to do the same to me. I spoke quickly as I could.

"White people sex and my electrOWHWHHWA," I sputtered, trying to relay what I knew to Natalie but my lips were promptly resealed, the **** acting as a bitter comfort.

Natalie was coughing, too, but she managed to cock her head. I wondered how many of my words she had understood.

"Now it's my turn!" Illy sang, waltzing over to the black card deck. Small blessings, but it looked like Moggie had finally finished with Kim K., who was now waddling back to her seat, her legs shaking. Hector had simply been on his phone while all this was going on.

"Ooh this one looks good," laughed the blonde homewrecker, having clearly fanned out the deck for a card she wanted, "...What's my secret power? I want good options people!"

My nostrils flared. Hector and Moggie started to both call her out, but she just batted her eyes at them and claimed she didn't know any better. They said they'd allow her to do it just this once, but usually that's cheating. Fucking men.

Still nestled up against Natalie, I got a peek at my co-conspirator's cards, though lack of mobility prevented me from showing her mine.

Natalie's read:

• 8 oz. of Mexican black-tar heroin
• Barely making $25,000 a year
• Being fat and stupid.
• A** good sniff **
• Half-assed foreplay
• And Tiny tits that say "Yippee!" when you touch them

Whereas in my hand, I had:

New card- Me jubbly bubblies

- Authentic Mexican Cuisine

- Firing a rifle into the air while balls deep in a squealing hog

- The Holy Bible

- My abusive boyfriend who really isn't so bad once you get to know him

- And Swamp Ass