Greet her.

The hidden room is far less comforting than the one you've just left. The floor has been left with bare concrete. In the corner is a large mattress just sitting on the ground, stained with sweat and cum. A bondage bench is on the other side, next to a large table with an enormous collection of sex toys lined up on display. A pile of empty lube bottles sits in a plastic bin underneath the table, ready to be disposed of. There's a small area with a fridge containing food and drinks, and a cubicle with a door that conceals a toilet behind it for the few times it's needed. All the bare necessities for living are here, together with all the luxuries for fucking. You strip naked and toss your clothes in the pile in the corner, already hard at the sight of Gemma dangling from the ceiling.

You approach Gemma, inspecting her sweat-sheened body with approval. She shifts slightly at your presence, unable to see you through the black blindfold covering her eyes. Spit dribbles all down her chin from the dildo gag in her mouth, the rubber shaft lodged deep inside her throat. A black leather collar is tightly cinched around her neck, and connected to it are two silver chains that lead to a pair of clamps pinching tightly down on her nipples. Another chain runs down the front of her body to any clamp clipped painfully on her swollen clit. Between her legs, a thick silver vibrator buzzes away violently inside her pussy, and the insides of her thighs and the concrete floor beneath her are drenched in a thick pool of her juices.