You have to.

$1000, the number resonates in your head. The tentacles in you are doing their very best to pleasure you. You can’t resist. Just as fast as before you simply slap the button.

“It changes things. No one has ever won after the first press. It changes things.” His words repeat in your head. The stool and podium shift till they look more mechanical, like some sort of piston device, an engine. The blue tentacles all over you widen and turn yellow. They stop massaging you and shift till they become yellow plastic tape. Your body is bound tightly. The squeezing seems to cause your breasts to swell and your waist to shrink a bit. The glow is all around you. The larger tentacles in your lower holes get harder till they become a piston like device, churning within you. They are still pulsating inside of you. The one in your mouth changes as well, but it does the opposite, it shrinks to a more normal cock size, maybe 5 or 6 inches, and shifts as well. The back of it flares out and wraps around your face. It has become a gag, a penis gag. Your eyelids grow heavy. You hear a distant voice counting down. “95, 94, 93…”. Your mind washes away into the glow. “It changes things.”

A sharp slap wakes you some time later. The sound of a machine stops, as does the pistons chugging away inside you. You blink, the light is harsh on your face. A hand with long perfect red nails pulls out the gag. “Now miss Hastings. Give me the address of the safe house and I will let you go. I promise.” As the voice says the last line the person in front of you bends down till her shockingly sexy face is right in front of yours. Her lipstick is red and thick. Golden blonde hair in a tight bun on her head.

“But I’m having so much fun Fraulein.” You hear yourself spit the words at her in a thick German accent. She slaps you hard enough to make you see stars. Your vision swims. The taste of blood in your mouth. “That all you’ve got? Blode flotze!”

She balls her hand into a fist and rings your bell. The lights go out.