The right path

Mel looked towards the right. She might not have had a flashlight, but she wasn't going to go anywhere near those sounds. After what happened to her throughout the last few hours, she wasn't going to go anywhere near where that man might be.

She slowly walked towards the right, using the side of the hallway to orient herself. She didn't know how deep the hallway would lead her, but everywhere was better than the room she had been locked in till now.

Going further down the hallway, she came by a few doors to her side. Although most of them were fully closed, one was slightly open. Mels' first thought was to go on further down, but since she didn't know where the exit was, this door might as well have been it.

Opening the door revealed just another dark room behind it. Mel slipped through it, silently closing the door behind her, scanning the sides of the entrance for a light switch. With a click, the room illuminated dimly.

It was a relatively large room, maybe 20 square meters in size. There were a bunch of shelves on the walls and some peculiar furniture in the middle.

Mel has seen this stuff before, though, not all of it, and exclusively online.

The shelves were stacked with bondage equipment, like handcuffs, strait jackets, ropes, and shackles. There were dildos of varying shapes and sizes, some so big that it felt unreal for them to fit anywhere. She also saw rows of differently sized gags and instruments for whipping. In the middle, there was a chair, most likely similar to the one she was strapped to before.

There was also a cage, with a hole at one side and a built-in fuck machine at the other. Probably to keep one's head out of the cage and ready for use, while their ass or pussy would be fucked. Or maybe even both at the same time.

Besides those two, there was a wooden horse, a pillory, and another chair, with a piston on the same height as a person's head.

After seeing these, Mel wasn't so sure if she should be happy or angry about the device she had found herself in when she woke up. Some of these were definitely worse for her taste.

On the other side of the room, she saw a bunch of tubes and electric toys. Zappers and stimulators. Mel remembered once reading that those would apparently feel like being fucked by a ghost. She wasn't going to test them out whatsoever, though. The only thing she planned was to escape from this place.

Suddenly, the lights went back out. Mel turned around hectically, but it was already too late.

A strong grip held her by her hair, pulling her down. Her already weak legs gave in, and she collapsed onto the floor. The next thing she remembers is someone stuffing something into her mouth, then it all faded to black.

A while later

"Come on bitch, wake up!"

Mel was abruptly awoken by a jet of cold water. She wiggled around, but her hands were firmly tied atop her head to something far above. Her legs were shackled to the ground, spread apart widely. Her eyes were once again covered up. This time, not by a band, but a full mask, only leaving her mouth, nose, and ears free.

"Now, since you tried to escape, I need to give you a fitting punishment.
Since I am a gentleman, I will let you decide. Either one day strapped in one of the toys you saw in the room for all of us to enjoy, or a few hours in the pit, it's your choice."