The second door in the corridor

Nicole wasted no time in unlocking the first lock and making her way to the second door. She had witnessed, and had been a participant in a full on orgy in the last room! She had to have seen it all at this point! What else could these assholes possibly throw at her? She flung open the door confidently, but was then stopped in her tracks.

She was right, this room didn't have anything she hadn't seen before.

Because she couldn't see anything in the room. An undefined expanse of pitch black was there to greet her. Picking up enough pieces of her suddenly shattered facade of confidence, she willed herself forward to attempt to find a key in the darkness, allowing the door to close behind her.

Enveloped in the darkness, Nicole paused momentarily to allow her eyes to adjust as much as possible. The door did not provide a perfect seal, allowing a sliver of light through. While this wasn't enough for her to see anything in the room, it was enough for her to be able to navigate to the exit if she needed. This provided enough comfort for her to begin looking for the key. She navigated the room in short, shuffling steps as she attempted to move forward. Eventually she found the wall opposite the door. Now with a frame of reference to work, she began to shuffle around the walls, feeling with her hands for the key or any object that might contain a key, anticipation of what trap might hide in this room causing goosebumps to form on her exposed skin.

She continued this tedious process until the wall changed in texture. Excited by this development, she redoubled her efforts, and was rewarded with the discovery of a protrusion. Its round structure led her to believe that a key might exist along it, so she focused her efforts upon it, but there was no key. Her excitement fading, shr took more time to feel the object her hand was around. It's firm yet flexible nature felt familiar somehow. She had held it, or something like it before. Suddenly the realization came to her, and she abruptly removed her hands and stepped back.

It was a dick, a big dick, and given its warmth, she suspected it was not rubber in nature.