No chance at all

You gather yourself as best as you can, running out from your cover towards another in the new center of the map when, death. You were sniped, one hit headshot. Watching the replay, your heart sank. Fuck fuck... “um... so... looks like another loss. And now I... I have to... use the machine I set up.”

The chat is loving this, loving your shame and waiting with anticipation. You go through the half dozen dildos you can put in the end of it. They range from a regular sized cock, a large 10 inch one, a massive 14 inch black one, an even larger horse cock, then a strange tentacle attachment, and finally a fist.