A small, seemingly private bathroom

As Mackenzie slid to a halt, her eyes were momentarily overwhelmed by the bright light of the new room. She sat up and raised a hand to shield them a bit and noticed she was in what appeared to be a small personal bathroom. There was a sink, cabinet, and even a shower! Mackenzie's heart nearly leapt for joy. Then the redhead heard a soft CLUNK from behind her, and whirled around to see that the doorway she'd entered through was now shut. And that appeared to be the only way in or out of the tiny bathroom.

As Mackenzie mulled over her situation, she shakily got to her feet. After deciding to start her day at the haunted house, she'd encountered nothing but bad luck. First, her dress had somehow gotten caught in the vent in that creepy scientist's basement. She had very much regretted her decision to come to the amusement park that day commando from that moment on. Second, in her valiant attempts to retrieve her dress, she'd somehow gotten locked into the vent, where she'd been **** to crawl forward through the dust and grime for quite a while. And finally, she'd fallen into a giant spider's web, where she'd been involuntarily on display for so many people to see!

In her abundance of time trapped in the web, Mackenzie had been wondering how she's wound up there. She was unsure whether she'd simply been experiencing bout after bout of horrendous luck, or if something more sinister had been at play. But now that she had essentially been herded into this private bathroom, well, the true answer seemed clear to her. Someone was pulling the strings behind her bizarre misfortunes. And Mackenzie intended to get to the bottom of it all and find out just who it was! Although, she reasoned, she probably should get cleaned up first.

As the slimy nude woman approached the shower, she thought to check the cabinet under the sink. And her inquisitiveness was instantly rewarded. There sat a clean fluffy white towel, and even an employee uniform for the haunted house, consisting of a t-shirt and short shorts. Mackenzie didn't touch her new prizes yet, not wanting to dirty them as well. Instead, she opened the sliding glass door, turned on the shower, and eagerly hopped in once she saw the steam rising from the water. She was a bit surprised to see that one of the walls of the shower was just a large mirror, spanning from the tub to the ceiling. Mackenzie found it odd, but paid it little mind other than to help herself make sure she hadn't missed any slimy spots on her body.

The curvy woman spent the next ten minutes lathering herself up with the provided soap (there was even shampoo and a washcloth!) and scrubbing down every inch of her body. She took her time, savoring the hot water and the gentle feeling of the washcloth gliding along her skin. If only Mackenzie hadn't been quite so distracted by her relaxing and cleansing ritual, she might have realized something very important. If there was indeed some nefarious **** behind her haunted humiliations, then she was only in that bathroom because that same **** wanted her there...

Finally satisfied, Mackenzie turned off the water, giving a big sigh. That was exactly what she'd needed. Now she was clean, soon to be dry and dressed, and more than ready to start finding out who had trapped and freed her from that spiderweb. The redhead grabbed the sliding glass door, but found it stuck. With mounting worry, Mackenzie soon found that no matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn't open back up for her. She was stuck in the small shower! And with a fresh set of clothes just a few feet away from her! She bit her lip nervously, suddenly feeling much less secure than she had a moment ago.

Meanwhile, the group of four men who had been eagerly watching Mackenzie through the other side of the two-way mirror began chuckling to themselves. They didn't want to be too loud, as they weren't sure if their newly found naked goddess would be able to hear them from just one room away. It had been quite a surprise for them to stumble upon this window, hidden away at the back of a closet. But they had all certainly enjoyed the private show Mackenzie had inadvertently put on for them. They looked on with glee as her dripping wet boobs bounced while the woman tried again and again to yank the shower door back open.

Any modicum of safety Mackenzie had felt in the bathroom had now evaporated completely. She demurely assumed an all too familiar pose. She lowered her left hand to cover her pussy and crossed her right arm across her voluptuous chest, blushing slightly as she did so. Mackenzie gulped, wondering what was in store for her next.