Walk down to the door

You look around the hall. Unsurprisingly, it's fairly empty. It is 10 pm, after all. There's a few girls quietly, chatting on some of the couches on the lower floor, and a few people are walking between rooms, but other than that, there's no activity. You can, however, hear multiple people talking from within their rooms, so it appears that guests are allowed.

Quietly, and without attracting the attention of the other residents, you make your way down to the doors. You push through them, and enter a long, spiraling hallways of doors. To your immediate right, you spot one of the blue-haired guards. Like all the others of her kind, she has a completely straight face, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Hello, May." She greets you with a professional and completely serious voice. "I am BLU #34. I will be your escort from this day forward. I have been sent to escort you to room #44. Please follow me."

Nervously, you do as she says. She leads you down to the end of the hallway, where you travel down several flights of stairs.

"How deep does this facility go?" You ask the guard.

"I am not authorized to answer that question." The guard responds. Then, she says something that completely throws you off guard. She frowns, and does a quick look around the room. You're unsure what it is she's looking for, but she seems satisfied.

"Lower than you could ever imagine..." Her voice lowered to almost a whisper. "You're not even halfway down." And with that, she didn't say a word until she reached the door of room #44.

"Here you are, ma'am." #34 says. "Please enter, and proceed to follow Alex's instructions." You place your hand on the brass doorknob, and open the door. What's inside is way beyond anything you were expecting.

It's a dungeon. It's dark and made of stone, and lit up dimly with strange glowing lamps that look like crystals. You enter the room. You find that the walls have carvings on them of what appear to be naked women, as well as various female genitalia. You know that ancient carvings such as Greek and Roman art often depicted such things, so while a bit confused, you don't pay it too much mind. You notice some decorations, such as treasure chests and armor are placed around the room. You also notice a small, rotating camera and a speaker hanging on the wall. As you stare at the camera in curiosity, you're suddenly scared silly by a loud "SLAM" of the door, followed by a click of a lock. Then, the speaker starts to broadcast it's message.

"Hello, May." The speaker says, in Alex's voice. "Welcome to your first presentation. Your job is simple. You must make it to the end of this labyrinth, by solving puzzles and avoiding traps. Don't worry though. Nothing here is fatal. Traps will merely inconvenience you. Do this, and you can go home and sleep. I'll be watching you through these cameras. Good luck."

And with that, the speakers turn off.

You make your way further into the dungeon. You avoid swinging pendulums made of rubber, you slide down a shaft into a ankle-deep pool of green slime, and you manage to find a secret passageway behind a sliding bookcase. You then find yourself in a room with a portcullis leading to a dark room, and a painting that looks to be from the renaissance era. It's of a nude lady laying down on a cushioned bench of some sort. Underneath it is a pedestal with a hole in it. A bit of searching around the room reveals a loose brick. You push it aside and pull out a long, stone rod. You take it to the pedestal and slide it into the hole. It slides in perfectly, and finishes with a click.

That's when everything went wrong.

The painting flips around to reveal another painting on the back. What was present on it shocked you so much you fell on your butt and got your skirt covered in dust. The painting featured the same lady, in the same setting, but with a much more grotesque scene. The lady was being lifted into the air by maroon tentacles. Each of her limps was being restrained by a different one, and she was being **** into a starfish position. Three more tentacles violated the three orifices of her being. One up her ass, one up her vagina, and one stuffed down her mouth. But most of all, what shocked you was the horrified look in her eyes, they were wide open, staring right at you, tears dripping down her naked body.

You hear a noise from behind you. The portcullis has begun to open. You turn your head slowly to look. From inside, you hear a slippery sound of something fleshy against stone. And then, from the darkness, illuminated by the crystal lanterns, you see exactly what you were expecting to see. A maroon tentacle, creeping out of the shadows toward you.

You stand up, and try to run, but there's no point. Now that it's here, the tentacle monster is ready to strike. It wraps it's tendril around your right leg and pulls you backwards, causing you to lose your balance and fall smack-dab on your chests. Your boobs smack against the ground and your chin smacks against the hard-stone floor and starts to bleed. It hurts. Like the lady in the painting, you start to cry.

You're flipped around to on your back. As you're slowly dragged into the dark room, you notice a camera and speaker combination watching you as you slide along the floor.

"Alex!" you cry out, weeping. "What's the meaning of this!? What the fuck kind of place are you running here?!"

"This, my dear sweet May, is the Fictional Female Fetish Factory." Alex replies to your question, nonchalant as ever. "We're a pornography company. We do all kinds of stuff. Photos, videos, virtual reality in some cases... You name it. We all do it with men who have been transformed into females. What I said before was true. Men are more likely to submit. But they're also unfamiliar with how females feel pleasure, and that results in some much sexier results..."

The maroon tentacle drags you into the room with it. The lights turn on the room showing off the creature in all it's disgusting glory. It appears to be nothing more than a massive blob of tentacles, though it does appear to have an eyeless mouth. It's the size of a small van, and it's entire body is maroon.

"We couldn't tell you about this encounter, May. Sorry about that. See, it's not really tentacle **** if the victim knows what's coming, so we can only do this once, with new recruits. Oh, and feel free to resist all you want during these sessions. Not like it will help, anyways... But keep in mind, if you try and resist once you're out of this place, then you can be expected to join the ranks of the staff. Understood?"

"You... You bitch!" You yell at the top of your lungs. Another tentacle grabs your other leg, and you're dragged right up to the monster.

"You can call me whatever you like in here." Alex responds. "Just so long as you behave yourself back out there. Well, it looks like it's showtime. Hanging up for now, May. Make us some big bucks, won't ya?" And with that, the speaker goes silent, leaving you to get lifted into the air in the exact same position the woman on the painting was held.