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Chapter 9 by brothersammywilson brothersammywilson

What now?

Onto the next section

Returning to the main room with the second key, Nicole's mind returned to the cameras that had documented her degradation thus far. Who was watching? Were her co-workers? Was the senator? Would they be disgusted? Or turned on? For her, the line was becoming increasingly blurry. The thought of what the voice would make her do next made her uncomfortable, but often, as she was doing these things, she found herself imagining that she wasn't in a dungeon, but with a partner... or a master, and the thought turned her on. In the Indiana Jones room, she had cum like a wanton slut in front of a massive audience. In that last room, if her hands weren't busy with the buttons, they would have been wrist deep in her cunt. She was both worried and secretly excited to see what was to come, and these thoughts distressed her. However, she could unpack these thoughts with a cheap box of wine and her own vibrator later. For now, she needed to get out of here. She placed the second key in the second lock, and opened the door.

Entering the next corridor, she was greeted with the same door she had seen twice before. Surprising no-one, this one had three locks. There were also three additional rooms along the wall, numbered 1-3

"You're making great prog-" started the voice, before Nicole cut them off.

"I don't care about whatever lewd line you've pre-prepared. What's it going to take to get through that door?"

"Frustrated Nicole? Is it because you've been teased all night and have yet to achieve relea-oh wait, you DID cum in the last section." A panel opened in the room, revealing a screen which played the video of her orgasm on a loop, with the volume almost unbearably high. Or was that just how loud she moaned? Nicole barely recognized the slut in what could only be described as the porno in front of her. Her thoughts, both erotic and otherwise, were interrupted by the sound of the standard two panels sliding open. One contained the collar, as usual. The other was again empty.

"You want to speed things up? Fine by us. If you want me to open this door for you despite your bitchy attitude, it'll cost you all your remaining clothing. I certainly hope your desire to get out of here allows our audience their desire to see your tits and ass"

While she listened to her moans in the background, Nicole considered her options, and made her decision.

What's next?

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