Maxine

The last thing Max could remember, she was drinking in a bar. She had maybe a little to much, but not enough to black out. When she woke up, she was in a dark stone room, with a single torch casting dim light across the cold floor.

A wooden trap door in the ceiling twenty feet high, was shut securely. Two doors were opposite one another. One a simple wooden door, the other a large metal door.

She was still dressed in her tight black tank top, low cut to show off her breasts. She wore a black skirt that fell to her knees, with big black boots that rose up almost meeting them.

The outfit was a little more gothic then her usual digs, but it was goth night at Diablo's and you had to look the part to get the free drinks.

“I see that you are awake.” A voice emanate from a ceiling intercom. “While you try to shake the effects of the **** off allow me to explain the situation. Behind door number one, we have a nasty little maze. At the end of it, lies your freedom, but there are traps at every bend. Taking your time may be a bit difficult however, because behind door number two is a very large...”

The metal door shook suddenly as something hit it, causing the blond to jump with fear. Nothing should be able to shake that door.

“and very horny beast.” The voice finished as the door shook again.
“So with that in mind, run little girl, run as fast as you can.” The wooden door opened as the steel door shook again, a small slit opening to reveal red glowing eyes.

Instinct took over and Max turned and fled through the wooden door down the stone hall way, her large tits bouncing barely held in place by her bra.

Bursting into a room, she found that it was lit with four torches in wall scones, and had three exits, from the square room, each heading in a seemingly cardinal direction.

She would have to choose quickly, but the words rang in her head. “...but there are traps around every bend.”

No hint, no time, ****. Which way to go?