I flee through a gap and then a door

"They're going to fuck me silly. All of them," I thought to myself as the boys started moving. Instead of moving I froze, some part of me delighting in them turning me into a cum-coated mess.

Moaning, I shook my head and stared at myself in the mirror. Face against the filthy floor, naked body on full display, ass way up in the air, wiggling like I was encouragin them.

Then I noticed a gap in the image. It took me a long moment to realize what I was seeing and my hands acted of their own accord, reaching toward the minute gap and pushing. The mirror didn't move easily, but the thought of freedom drove me onward, and I pushed harder until a gap was formed that I could wiggle through. The other side was more of the same: a nearly muddy cement floor with plain white walls. Tracks ran through the dirt like things had been dragged through them.

I followed one back to my mirror and realized for the first time that I wasn't seeing myself in every direction.

"Where'd she go?" one of the boys said, snapping me to attention. "I can see her ass, but that's it. And the mirrors are all screwed up."

The voice was uncomfortably close and it occurred to me finally to push the mirro back into position.

"I thought you said you knew the maze like the back of your hand," one of the guys angrily accused another.

"I do! She should be here!"

"Well she's not, you liar."

"No, she should be here."

"Maybe they changed the layout since the last time," another voice suggested.

"She should show up in the mirrors."

"Maybe she found the exit?"

"Spread out everyone. The slut can't have gotten far."

If only they knew, I thought to myself from less than five feet away. I couldn't see them, and they couldn't see me, but I knew that they could still hear any sounds I made, so I crawled slowly away on my hands and knees, nipples dragging through the filth on the floor and my ass still high in the air as if I were afraid a change of position would be heard. There was a door in the wall, its red paint a beacon to my **** mind. It didn't have any warnings on it so I figured you'd be able to push it open without triggering an alarm.

Hoping that it wouldn't make any noise I pushed the door open, bright light instantly blinding me.

"Did it get brighter in here?" one of the guys asked.

"Shit, they noticed," I muttered, and slithered through the door, the only sound being the light clicking of the door closing and a strange squelching sound whose source I couldn't locate.