Oct 18, 2019 7:36 AM
some herbs go to hell
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Why would he, though?

Cuffs, one at a time, and then – he pulls the suit pants down just far enough to sink down on the dildo. Advantages of having a cunt you didn't ask for.

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It slides in easily, just cooler than room temperature.

There's a lever right there, where he can reach it in the cuffs.

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He braces himself, reaches out and pulls it.

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There's a gentle shock, not much more than static, increasing a little as the wheels spin; it reaches a comfortable tingle before they slide to a stop on gold-null-gold.

A small handful of coins slide into the dish, ringing prettily against each other on the way down.

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It's – straightforwardly nice. Enough to have him squirming a little on the dildo, enough to have him disappointed when it stops.

...what, that's all?

He collects his coins, feeds in another, and before they've even disappeared into his account he's pulling the lever again.

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Nothing that time. Nothing the three times after that.

On the fifth try, he gets thundercloud-dragon-thundercloud, and this time the electricity surges and arcs through him, jumping between the metal points, collar and cuffs and dildo and clamps, crackling blue on his skin.

It lasts a few seconds before it's over.

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that's more fucking like it.

He moans, chokes, clenches on the dildo and pulls at the cuffs – his muscles twitch and spasm from the current, and it's agonizing and it's amazing, too good to be true–he's twitching inside from the current through the dildo and it feels halfway like he's coming–

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And then it's over.

He was not ready for it to be over.

He glances at the coin dish as he reaches for the lever again.

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He doesn't appear to have won any cash from that spin.

The next spin comes up demon-snowflake-demon. There's the usual gentle surge of electricity, but this time all the metal chills bitterly at the climax, rapidly beginning to sting. It lets up, warming to nearly room-temperature again, before he can go numb.

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Ow. Ow. Frozen dildo inside him is a weird experience, and when he tries to move on it he's – kind of stuck, in a horrible way – fuck that shouldn't be as hot as it is.

His nipples ache and sting especially after that, and his clit is throbbing, and he's dripping a little onto the seat.

Another pull. He's already starting to wonder how he's going to make himself leave this thing, whether he's going to end up draining his cash reserves into it for another few seconds of blinding electricity.

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Two nothing pulls, and then it comes up doubleheart-flame-flame. 

It warms up, then, quite abruptly. It doesn’t actually get hot enough to burn, anywhere, but it’s definitely not comfortable. 

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“—aah—c’mon—c’mon, I—”

And then it stops before it gets really good, and he’s left rocking and cursing on the dildo.

He reaches up to the collar shut around his neck.

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It clicks open easily under his fingers.

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...

 

...god dammit.

He clicks it back on and pulls again.

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Spinning and lights and music and it lands on peach-blackheart-peach.

Did he know that this dildo attachment has a hidden compartment from which a second dildo can slide out? Did he know that he has two holes? Because he does!

This one stays where it is, after the lights and the music stop.

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He chokes a little at the unexpected intrusion, jolts and then rocks back onto both.

And then — there’s nothing else, just the lingering tingle from the gentle shock and just enough in him to make it impossible to ignore —

He shudders and squirms on both and then pulls again.

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Peach-snowflake-snowflake.

He probably remembers snowflake-snowflake. And now it's twice as fun!

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Fuck. Really cold — really stuck in place, his skin is screaming even on the outside — and it’s not enough anyway —

Pull. Please something good, please, he’s gonna run out...

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Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing -- he's spent his initial payout and has fewer coins than he started with, by now --

-- and then he gets a triple hourglass, and the wheels start spinning and spinning, and they stop on thundercloud-thundercloud-heart, and then spin again and land on heart-heart-rose, and then again and land on thundercloud-tornado-tornado.

And the gentle crackle surges up to the leaping blue lightning again, and both the dildos start moving, rapid and rhythmic, pumping in and out of him and vibrating violently as electricity arcs between them...

 

...It doesn't stop until he comes.

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Gasping and whimpering and shaking and spasming around the dildos fucking him, from the beginning it’s already so good, trying to grind forward to get something on his clit because the cuff doesn’t let him reach far enough even if he can stop twitching long enough to try — he doesn’t realize he’s nearly screaming — and he can’t actually get anything because he’s held in place by both inside him, he can feel the power arcing between them and it’s so so much too much but so good his whole body hurts his whole body is fucked —

He does scream, when he comes.

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He has a small, appreciative audience by the end, demons of various sexes watching him with shining eyes.

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He laughs shakily as he unfastens the collar with shaking hands, pulls off the clamps — fuck that hurts — undoes the cuffs one at a time...

When he pulls himself off the dildos (gasping, a little, from the drag of metal) he staggers to his feet, pulls his pants back on, and then takes a sweeping bow.

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There's friendly whistling, and a smattering of applause, before the crowd starts to disperse.

One demon, in a neatly-trimmed goatee, slips him a business card and a smile before departing.

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He fucking loves hell.

Might as well look at the card.

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The card shows a silhouette of a figure bent temptingly at the waist, busty and curvy and with an enormous dick.

Ashmedai's Toys, the text reads, the ink a little smudged at the edges like it's cheaply printed. All are welcome. Always hiring.

There's a number printed on it, too: 133-316-666.

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