Even though you were caught in the most foul and ridiculous of death grips, you find the greasy chamber somehow comfy. Like a big; fleshy sleeping bag. But that's not right! You're not meant to get shoved up giant, hunky monster butts; you're supposed to slay them! You return to struggling, but only manage to catch the gassy Archdemon's attention. He stands and reaches back, takes hold of one of his meaty buns and spreads it, showing off his twitching asshole. His finger dips in, the crude demon grunting as he pushes his digit inside and works you even deeper.
You panic as the slick walls part, as if welcoming you. The pudgy finger pushing at your boots only makes your descent into this hell hole worse, and the Archdemon can't hold in another cooking gas bomb. *PFFT* You're bathed in hot smelly air by the popcorn fart, and you feel your hue turn green from nausea.
The Archdemon lets out a belch and a satisfied chuckle. "Weird, don't remember sucking one in. UURRP! Oh well..." With a human firmly stuck at the edge of his smelly, tight rectum, the Archdemon decides to...
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