Amy rolled a measly four, still several squares behind everyone else. Her square was green.
"Jan is actually uptight, like something's up her butt,
Because Alice's a cow, and you're a slavegirl slut,
In the game's box, you'll find something super,
Join her in having something rammed up in your pooper."
Amy picked up the game's original box, and opened it. Mysteriously, something large, latex and matte black was
in it.
"Is that... a buttplug?" said Chris incredulously. "How did that get in there?"
Jan exasperatedly snorted, and gestured around at everyone. "Magic, genius."
Amy squatted down a little, one hand parting her cheeks. Then, without lube or any preparation, she squealed as
she rammed the butt plug in there. It wasn't a small one, and there was no way it was going in easily, her
sphincter stretching to accommodate the massive hunk of rubber she'd put in there. She turned around to look at
herself, now with a sphincter gaping around a hunk of plastic a good six inches across. "If it's all the same,
Master," she said, dispassionate despite the pain she must be in. "I won't sit down again."