Sarah’s point of view.

I was left alone in the dark room as I pounded my fist against the rusted steel. Shouting frantically into the dust filled air. Resisting the urge to cough as my eyes watered from the betrayal and dust. Left alone with the dull vibrator teasing my pussy. The toy that had been teasing me the whole ride was now my only companion in this dark room.

My only vain hope was a small keychain I’d bought earlier that day. Thinking it was useful for the situation, though I’d only got it as a joke, it was helping now.

But the light was dim. Like the battery was nearly dead lowering my stomach further into the floor. So walking over to the door on the right side of the room as fast as I could without jostling the toys inside me.

Once reaching the door I waisted no time in trying to reach for the handle. Being happy to find the door easily open with my lack of muscle.

Though my breathing hiked up a bit when my vibrator rubbed inside me before I could enter the next room. True it was helpful to make me forget about my fear but I knew I still had the plug and dildo in me for the fun either way. I just wish it was above ground.