“I raise.” Kristy or Kerri said to your left. You couldn’t remember which one it was as immediately you felt the effects of those words overtake you.

You watched as a pair of pink manicured fingers pushed the chips towards the center of the poker table. Each inch they moved only felt better and better, the subtle wave of pleasure that built within you rising higher and higher. Your knees bent inward, a low vibrating moan getting caught in your chest, threatening to break free violently.

All around you, you could see your friends experiencing similar reactions. Everyone was staring at you, waiting with eager faces to see what you would do. Each face dripping with sweat, eyes hanging loosely under hooded eyelids, lips trembling expectantly.

You checked your cards. A pair of Aces. I can win this. Your fingers danced over the pile of chips in front of you, light taps pulling everyone’s attention down from your face to your hand. You drew a circle over the stack watching their eyes follow your finger around it. Instinctively you felt your own eyes begin to spin without even looking down at it. Slowly you began to push them forward pulling everyone’s gaze with you.

Your jaw went slack, the moan escaping your lips with a heavy gasp as you began to push with all your weight, sliding them towards the growing pot in the center. Around you your friends began to moan, shoulders shaking softly as whimpers and squeaks of delight came out.

“I- I-“ The words caught in your throat, stuck between waves of pleasure exciting every nerve in your body. The round had barely begun and you were already leaking, the chair under you slick with your juices.

“I raise!” You shouted, chest falling against the leather padded edge of the table. You panted, grinding your chest against it for friction. You wanted to touch between your legs, run your fingers through your juices and bring it to your lips, but touch was forbidden, taste was forbidden, only words and pleasure were allowed.

Your arm went slack falling against the table. It took all of your weight to drag it back and over the edge. It fell to your side rubbing against your thigh, the feeling sending a fresh wave of juices leaking out of you. You felt your fingertips drag over the soft skin with a smile before turning your attention back to the game.

Slowly everyone’s focus returned, the game continuing on. Johnny called. Sammy folded, eyes immediately glossing over as they disappeared from the round completely, sitting there, motionless, still, trapped on the edge of release. Every so often the corners of their mouth would twitch, the only reminder that they were still a person trapped within there. You licked your lips imagining what it would feel like to be trapped in that pleasure, unable to move, unable to feel it inside of you.

The first three cards were set on the table, each pulled slowly from the deck, a Jack, a King, and an Ace.

You could feel the excitement well up within you. Victory so close, release so close.

“I raise.” Barry said quickly, forcing his chips towards the center.

Everyone screamed as their internal dials quickly turned up higher. You felt yours quickly flip to the next level. The invisible vibrations inside of you grew stronger and stronger by the second. Each and every nerve in your body firing off like a thousand lit fireworks that never launched.

“I fold!” Kristy called out immediately dropping as well. Her shoulders fell down, head tilted into her chest. She panted softly, heavy ragged breaths growing into soft, calmed gasps. The field grew smaller by the second.

“Call…” Kerri whimpered between ragged breaths. She was fading, eyes already growing glossy.

“I raise!” You pushed the chips forward, your mind growing fuzzy as the pleasure crept up your body. You could feel it in your chest with each breath now. Each twitch of your tongue felt like a dozen kisses. Each movement of your lips a soft press to the inside of your thigh. Each blink, a flutter of pleasure inside of your mind. Every shift in your seat felt as if you were filled to the brim, stretched out entirely. You knew it was coming, you had decided what to feel, and you wanted to feel full, so full, as full as the pot. Each chip filling you up more and more until you were ready to burst.

You looked around and could see the others having similar effects. Each living through their own idealized pleasure. Each one trapped in an ever growing state of delight. You wished you could feel what they felt too. You wanted all of the pleasure. You deserved all of the pleasure.

Quickly the next card was placed. A Four. Irrelevant to the field.

Barry’s hand played with the chips. “I will be winning this hand so just give in and fold…” His words betrayed him, the tremble in his voice, the way his fingers slipped off of the chips unable to get a grip, the way sweat dripped off of his nose and onto the table. He wouldn’t make it much more.

“N- Never.” You said through gritted teeth, some part of you wishing to just give in to the pleasure inside of you.

“Then I raise.” His chips hit the center, each with a singular clink of the plastic against the pile. Each drop of the chip sent a sharp jolt through your body, as if they triggered a deep thrust through your mind. Each one felt as if whatever was filling you was growing larger, stretching you out further, replacing more and more of you with the waves of pleasure it brought.

You blinked, you, you wanted to win, but everything was feeling too good now. What if you just gave in and folded. You could keep feeling this good. You could be stuck, feeling this good forever. I want to feel good. You shivered, a cold chill running through your body. You needed to end this soon, before it was too late.

“I call…” Kerri mumbled, her body wracked with pleasure as visible waves washed over her. She was little more than a person now, just hanging on purely out of desire. You wondered if you would end up like her too if you kept going. The thought alone pushed you onward, forcing your to not give in. Yet.

You bit your lip and touched your chips, each stroke of a finger over them feeling so soft and tender, as if you were stroking your own rising pleasure. You could increase it more, just a few more chips in and then you could be like Kerri. You glanced at her body watching her breasts bounce with each heavy breath she took, drool dripping down onto them. Your mouth watered eagerly in anticipation.

“I call…” you whispered pulling your hand off of the chips with the last of your strength.

The final card was set on the table. A Ten. It no longer registered in your brain, everything was a blur to you. You could barely focus on anything. Shapes blended into sounds which blended into feelings. And everything felt like pleasure. 

Words you couldn’t remember were said rang in your head. Pleasure shot through your body, fresh juices spraying onto the floor. Sweat dripped from your hair down and off your face falling with a splash onto the floor. Your thoughts were spilling out of you now, dropping onto the floor. You no longer played the game, your body moved on its own. You were no longer a person, you were pleasure.

Kerri went slack, falling on the table, hips slamming down into her chair as her entire body froze, trapped within the moment. Across the way Barry panted heavily, nails digging into the leather cushion, hips grinding down against his seat. You could see his focus trained on you, but it wasn’t him looking at you, he was just there staring vacantly past you. Of course he was, you weren’t a person, you were pleasure.

“Raise…” You said, thoughts gone, replaced by fluffy clouds that left you floating higher and higher. Everything was fading to nothingness. 

The pleasure came like a bullet train. Your back bent inward, shooting sparks of electricity racing up your body into your brain. You cried out silently, soft little whimpers of delight filling your pretty little head. No thoughts left, only the need to feel good. Everything in you was focused on the pleasure that made you feel so good. It filled you up so good, stretching you out, leaving you empty, which was good. Because you wanted this, to feel good. And you felt so good now.

Your hands moved by automatic nature flipping your cards over. Three of a kind. You looked over at Barry’s cards, the Queen amongst them creating the straight to beat you. You whined barely conscious of what was happening anymore.

His head shot back, shoulders rolling backwards as if possessed. A deep scream erupted from within him as he shook. You could hear the splatter of cum on the wet floor beneath the table as his orgasm took over. His body shook violently held in the air by an invisible string before collapsing to the table with a thud. Chips shook off of piles, the pile in the middle collapsing into a mess. His hands slowly stretched outward to grab the pile of chips, pulling them towards himself.

You sat there trapped on the edge of bliss watching him win his release. Slowly you collected the sweat covered cards in your daze, hands moving automatically. It was your turn to deal next. You began to shuffle, each slap of the cards as they realigned themselves removing the pleasure from your brain, bringing you and everyone back down. You could see everyone slowly return to themselves, faces relaxing, pleasure abating, bodies calming. The fog in your mind clearing. You continued to shuffle, the second time bringing sensations back to your bodies, physical form returning, all of your muscles and nerves suddenly moving with intention again. The third shuffle, awaking you all from the heavy waves, your internal dials all resetting to zero, ready to start the game again.

You could see everyone dripping with sweat, their faces covered in blissful happy smiles as they waited for you to deal out the cards to them so another hand could begin. You could feel the mix of sweat and juices that had built into the puddle on the floor splash against your feet. You giggled to yourself.

You began to deal looking down at your small pile of chips. You guessed you maybe had one or two more hands tonight to win your release.

Not that you minded anyways, you were here for the pleasure, not for release.

“I raise!” You called out watching as everyone began to gasp around you, their dials turning up immediately. You felt the pleasure begin to fill you once more and realized, you didn’t even look at your cards.