Escape as soon as possible.

They seem to smell your weakness, or your desire to escape, as you can't seem to ever get any time with just one partner. A third massive cock slips into your ass causing you to howl as you try to fuck the girl under you. This prompts another cock to fill your gullet to silence you, and soon you are hoisted off of the girl as the pair of strong men slam into you like a machine. Gasping for breath you are at least rewarded by the suckling of a cute short haired brunette that licks and nips at your cock. When they finally finish with you, it is all you can do to sit up and grip the head of the cute brunette and fuck her face harder till the men stroll off. It is then that you decide to make your move for the door, but all you do is get yourself ass fucked again by another, albeit slightly slimmer cock. At least this time you are able to dip your tongue into the moist snatch of a well fucked slut, and while it is still quite delicious, you can now taste the salty taste of cum from whoever fucked her last. On your knees you hook your hands under her back to hold her up a bit and try to concentrate on pleasing her and not on the second bigger cock that slipped in as soon as the long thin one released his seed. Strong hands grip your hips as this mammoth rod fights to destroy your asshole. Nipping at her clit you stifle the howling that you surely would be normally doing with such a massive log in you. Finally as his cum blasts into you with such volume as to spurt out around his cock, the girl you were eating has passed out. Looking around you see the man has noticed this as well and surveys the room till his spots the infernal dagger. As he strolls away to retrieve it you realize that this is your chance, while there are several people fucking very close to you, the path to the door is clear. As quickly and quietly as possible you slink to your feet and slip out of the door. The second you click the door closed behind you whatever magic spell you were under is broken and you slump to your knees in exhaustion. You can hardly move your legs or arms, and you feel like you have been fucking for days, perhaps you have been. There are flashes of memory of far more encounters behind you in that room as if your mind was clouded and they were all flowing together into a mass of blur and haze.

Looking around you take stock of your surroundings. You are at the end of a nearly 60' hall easily 20' wide. The walls and floor are white stone and a thick carpet covers all but the outermost couple of feet. Similarly there are tapestries depicting scenes of foul demonic creatures **** and eating people adorning the walls from about a foot off the ground to just below the ceiling. “What the hell is this place.” You say quietly as you begin to slowly creep your way down the hall. The hall ends at a pair of massive doors made of wood and banded with heavy polished bronze. Try as you might you can't get them open. Again and again you pull on the massive door handles to no avail. Collapsing in a heap you rest for a few moments before pulling yourself together to try to figure something out. As you look around you become aware of just how strong your senses are, you can see all ends of the hall as clear as if you were standing next to it, and as you look it over you see what looks like the outline of a door behind the tapestry of a particularly foul 6 armed woman holding a wicked sword in each and below her waist she has the body of a snake. It takes a bit of effort to pull forward the tapestry, but as you do, you slip in behind it basically pressed against the wall to try to open the door, hoping it will lead to safety. Running your hands over the wall and looking it over carefully, you find a tiny catch in a tiny depression, like a little switch barely an eighth of an inch long. Using your finger you manipulate the tiny switch and the door slides open almost causing you to fall into the room beyond. Stumbling forward you are quickly able to regain your balance, but not before the door quietly slips closed behind you sealing you in this completely dark room. Straining your eyes to see anything, you suddenly get a flash, almost like a memory in your mind of an odd string of words that make little sense. You run them over in your mind a second time before saying them. As you utter the last syllable your eyes begin to glow red like some monster in a bad sci-fi movie, and as you look around you now can see as if the room were lit by the sun.