Hell, or somewhere similar.

Stepping out of the cell you see a large **** room. There are ten women and 3 men trussed up in bondage very similar to the last room. All seem alive, and all have at least one of their holes filled by something large and disturbing. You figure it will take at least five to ten minutes freeing each of them, but as you look at all the faces twisted with pain, you know that is exactly what you are going to have to do. “How the hell am I going to get out of here with a bunch of people. Awe fuck me. I am here to rescue you.” The last sentence you say louder to all of them. Going up to the first girl, a rather cute blond, tiny, but with huge tits. It takes a bit of cutting to get her untied, and as she is basically sealed in leather, even to see her whole body. As you do you are a tad startled to find she has a rather chunky 9” cock. “Oh gee, look at that.” Is all you say with a laugh, but you free her none the less. The second you go over to, the first sitting down panting to try to regain her strength, you are once again startled to find this short haired, rather flat chested, but still very feminine girl, is also packing a thin 8” cock. One by one you cut them free, and one by one you see a medley of cocks. Once all 13 are free, you now have found the difference from the last room to this one, is in the last room she was the only genetic female. All of the ones in here are guys. In fact the three you thought were guys here are even pretty feminine. Finally you decide you have to ask, “So were all of you born like this? Did someone here do this to you all?”

One by one you they bring themselves to their feet and prepare to follow you out of here. Also one by one they answer you question. It seems that seven of them were men, four were women, and only two were shemales before they were brought here. “So this is some kind of shemale factory? Weird, does any of you know why?” One by one they let you know that all they have known while they have been here is ****, transformation, and lots and lots of magic has been used to make them either more feminine, or masculine, as the case may be. Once they are all ready to travel, it is time to face the next door.

Not sure what to expect, you have all of them hide a bit back and quietly open the door. As it opens you look out and see nothing you expected. There is a river of fire burning a little ways away, the ground is rock and reddish gray. Stone is thrust upward in many places as if it burst out of the ground and every where you look it feels of ****. The sky is black and you are certain if you didn't have your demonic inspired sight, you wouldn't be able to see anything. Other than that, you see nothing alive, any way you look there is the same thing. There is no way to tell which way to go. “Fuck, we are going to need to find something magic other than my sword if we are going to get out of here.” But with no better option, and not wanting to stay and wait for whoever runs this odd little prison to come back, you head out, figuring with no better option you will follow the river.

The first to follow you out of the room is one of the more masculine men, as he steps out he screams, clutching his chest. Quickly you turn back to look as you hear the scream. His eyes seem to be bleeding, his foot burns where it touched the rock, and he begins gasping as if inhaling poison. “Oh shit!” With all the strength you can muster, you push him back inside. His breathing is shallow, but becomes more steady as he is back in the room. “This must be what they meant. The air is poison and it is all just a bit to hot for a non-demon. How am I going to save any of you? I guess I will go on alone, you will all have to hide or something here, I will bring help if I can. I don't know what else to do. Unless any of you have some kind of demonic heritage. Then you can come with me.”