What's my secret power? Dark and mysterious forces beyond our control

"...no risk, no reward, right Jayleen?" smiled Illy, placing her hand down on the card I was most dreading, and for a moment I felt the ground shake.

"OHhh SHit. That's what you meant by 'the card changes things'," Moggie, our apparent winner, said nervously.

Unfortunately unable to clock what he was seeing, I turned to Illiana, Mistress of the Night, to see what she would do next. Sitting rakishly atop her ashen throne, composed of finger bones and wedding rings, the floofy-haired blonde was drumming her sharp metal gloves on a pair of diamonds set in one of the chair's black arms. Her trademark mantle was draped lazily off the side, black of course, and set with jagged spikes on both of Illiana's shoulders, a silver chain connecting them around her neck. But apart from that, her heels, and her fishnet tights, the imposing girl sat naked, her stomach, breasts, and waist laid bare for all to see.

"Hey Moggie," Illiana purred, "has anyone ever told you your voice is annoying?"

A torrent of black energy shot from Illiana's left hand. Hector and Kim K. leapt into one another's arms, Hector's biceps wrapping defensively around the blasian's swollen belly, but Moggie took the entropic blast right to the chin, his face obscured behind the equivalent of an incredibly powerful black light.

"Let's fix that, shall we?" hummed Illiana, twisting her fingers back and forth as she manipulated the flow of energy coursing through Moggie's head.

With a flick of her wrist the dark magic ceased, and all that was left on Moggie's face was a pair of yellow eyebrows.

I choked back a gasp staring at the featureless boy. Gone were his eyes, nose, mouth, and lips, all replaced by unblemished skin; the only evidence of them remaining were the dips and indents where his skull pulled at his epidermis. Smooth and characterless as a hard boiled egg, Moggie's eyebrows arched in terror as his hands reached up to paw at his empty visage. Low moans bubbled up from his throat, unable to escape his mouthless head.

"MMMMM MM MMMM MMMM!" He cried, his fingers touching nothing.

"Oops, may have over done it," laughed Illiana to her captured audience.

"What did you do to him?" groused Natalie, the human jumping bean, trying to appear threatening from her place below Illiana's heels.

"Oh he's fiiiiine, he can still breathe," Illiana chided with a sideways glance at the French maid amputee, "at least I think he can?"

Watching Moggie for any signs of suffocation, I was relieved he seemed to just be panicking not keeling over. Hector and Kim K. both remained silent, trying to make themselves as small as possible to avoid the Dark Mistress's ire.

"...shouldn't you change him back?" I inquired nervously, watching Moggie try to stand up only to hit his head on a nearby desk lamp, "your dark mysterious powers aren't...entirely under your control, no? You don't want to risk any problems... right Illiana?"

"Oh they're fine, I've got it all under control, in fact..." Illiana kicked her legs off the arm of her throne and sat up straight," why don't I give you all a proper demonstration."

So saying she levitated the previous white cards into her outstretched palm and started reading them.

"Let's see 'Tiny tits'...aaaaaand...there we are 'Me jubbly bubblies'. Which of you played these cards about my breasts last round. Show of hands."

Silence. Not a soul moved.

"Er, tongues for those without," Illiana said, realizing that I was still tied up and Natalie was sorely lacking.

Knowing from my peeking Natalie and I were the culprits, I averted my gaze, but no one in the group owned up to the cards. The only sound was Moggie pawing at the nearby couch where my brother Liam sat on his laptop.

"Seriously, I have to **** it?" Huffed Illiana, a haze of purple and green magic appearing in her gauntleted hand. "Fine, show of TONGUES who played these cards?"

The iridescent cloud zoomed around the circle, leaving a bit of mist around each players' jaw. When it got to me, I felt my disobedient tongue start to stretch and against my will it flopped out of my mouth, a trail of saliva following with it. Not to be outdone, my eyes also suddenly went cross-eyed, leaving my face a frozen ahegao outside of my control. Natalie also did the same, her face contorting to resemble mine, a horny blush crossing her brown cheeks as her body refused to obey her.

"That's more like it," giggled Illiana, bobbing our heads telekinetically with her outstretched palm, causing our tongues to waggle and our eyes to roll. My errant spittle finally broke free, dribbling onto my exposed and cum soaked breasts, no doubt made all the ridiculous by my playboy bunny uniform.

"Since you two are SO obsessed with my boobs, why don't you come and get a closer look," the blonde witch taunted, "I promise you won't be disappointed."

Fully grasping her meaning, I suddenly felt the compulsion caused by the White Privilege card so many rounds before. A cloying, sycophantic sense seemed to wash over me, soaking my brain in a puddle of backward stereotypes. Knowing precisely what was happening, I could feel in real-time my self respect and sense of rebellion drain away, replaced instead with a pathetically thirsty self-hatred and an urge to wrap my lips around Illiana's perfect white breasts.

Eyes crossed and tongue still lolling out, I pulled myself onto my feet, lumbering over to Mistress with the grace of a drunken ostrich. Hoisting Natalie up by her bonnet, I swung the ahegaoed Latina across Illiana's lap, who chuckled as the armless maid tried to lick her nipples with her outstretched tongue.

"I suppose you're right they could use a little more cushion," Illiana sighed batting at her perky tits with a blithe disdain. "And what are you two doing with your eyes, haha, your face will freeze like that."

I cocked my head to the side, assuming Mistress had wanted my pupils this silly. Waiting obsequiously to Illiana's left, I bent over the arm of her throne, inching closer

"Ah no matter, here how about you two latch on to a breast each while I up the square footage on these puppies," so saying Illiana summoned more dark violet energy and started to knead it into her naked mammaries. "Ooh, that's a nice sensation. I don't know why I never did this sooner."

"Yes, Mistress." Natalie and I declared in unison, and so saying pressed our noses against Illiana's expanding teats.

Rubbing up against her, I could feel the fat cells in her breasts start to multiply, crawling up my face like a warm, soft animal. The magic radiating through her, my nose and mouth were quietly subsumed followed shortly by my eyes, all pressed against her piles of oily flesh. Sliding like liquid, Illiana's petite pair rolled and undulated surpassing the size of a pair of baseball caps and still growing. My mouth found purchase on her pink nipple, and I started gnawing and suckling, memorizing the ridges of her areolae with my lips. Her underboob started to cup my chin, cradling my cheeks as I dove deeper, a smile hitching to my cross-eyed face. Inhaling her, I increased my attack, and Illiana let out a soft moan.

"Ah fuck," she cooed, pinching the tops of her gift bag-sized knockers, "I didn't think they'd be so sensitive, but we can do better. Jayleen get on my lap and get that dick out, I want to see what it looks like poking out of Natalie's abdomen."

My heart fluttered, and I could hear Natalie trying to wriggle out of her panties while still lapping at Mistress's breast. But another voice spoke out.

"You can't," stuttered Hector, sounding so far away from inside my boob flesh cocoon, "you can't tell her do that."

"And why not," Illiana's tone was harsh and condescending.

"Jayleen's half white," Hector clarified haltingly. "You can only tell her top half what to do. The rest is off limits."

I gagged myself on Illiana's breast. That was the inane dream logic this game used to account for my mixed race? I was black on top and white on bottom, like half of a sexed up Oreo? Come to think of it, I hadn't gotten terribly aroused by my **** breast play, my bunny python just hanging inertly inside my leotard, but the prospect that I could **** myself on Natalie or Kim K. wasn't making it much better.

"Ugh fine," huffed Illiana, removing her hands from breasts once they had reached the size of water cooler tanks. Briefly looking up, her still cherubic face looked cartoonish atop the twin Sock-em Boppers now mounted to her chest, each as round and fat as a king-sized pillow. Drooping down to just past her belly button, her areolae were the size of coasters and each capped with an adorable central nipple like the head of a sausage. My lips even tasted milk.

"Shit, I meant to make them smaller," Mistress griped, "but they feel SOO GOOD," so sayings she squeezed her uncanny assets as stars flew across her eyes. "Who's turn is it anyway.

Kim K. raised her hand tentatively, recoiling as the cards started to float about on their own. Even blind Moggie being situated with a hand of illegible white cards as Illiana's magic dragged him back to the circle.

"Maybe we should call it a night?" Kim K. asked, before black card hurtled towards her, pointing at her neck aggressively.

"Nonsense, we're going to finish it," Illiana laughed, "and looks like you've got a two-fer, Kimmy Kakes."

"Lucky me," the parody bride half-smiled, "Dudes. I just found out that [BLANK] is [Blank]."

Momentarily allowed to retract from Illiana's jugs I surveyed my floating cards to trying to make a decision, knowing full well there wasn't much point if Illiana decided she deserved to win.

New card- The female orgasm

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