Wander the corridor

The Entity manipulates the console in front of her again, and the wall behind her melts away from the floor to form an opening. Beyond it lies a well lit corridor stretching onwards seemingly forever, shrinking to a point far in the distance. A little un-nerving but the promise of what lies ahead allows your legs to carry you through the threshold. You take a last look back at the buxom Asian alien... AI... thing behind you, but she's not even looking at you, instead doing those beautiful flowing movements with her hands, dancing in the data stream.

You wander down this bizarre, otherworldly corridor, reading the signs above each door. They offer a bewildering array of scenarios ranging from the seemingly mundane to the utterly depraved, and everything in-between.

Under the signs on some of the doors are pictures, all of them showing females in various states of dress (if the slutwear on offer can be considered dress!). The variety is staggering; barely legal waifish girls to stern looking cougars, beaming smiles to sobbing mascara stains, tiny fairies to chiselled Amazonians. Not all are human, you see fantasy creatures like shortstack goblins and fearful looking fairies no longer than your cock, as well as girls with degenerate sci-fi body mods, angels and succubi, fictional characters from video games and TV shows. It seems the Entity wasn't kidding when she said you'd been erased from the past as well as the future - even data from alternate timelines are being harvested, it seems.

You raise an eyebrow at one that simply says 'Sister's Bedroom'. No picture on this one, but if you listen closely you can hear what sounds like your little sister Rose humming along to a pop song on the other side of the door. Your cock twitches. The implication is seriously twisted. Your timeline suddenly seems awfully boring by comparison.

Given the knowledge that each was a portal into a reality where a set of lips around your shaft was imminent, even the most innocent descriptions imply perversity. Never in life would the phrase 'Mortgage Advice and Brokerage Meeting' or 'Traffic Jam in a Heatwave' have triggered any positive emotional response. Now though, thoughts of short, skin-tight pencil skirts and voluminous tits with deep canyons of cleavage tenting thin blouses and sweaty, bored teenage girls gagging for a drink of thick nut juice direct from your shaft flash through your mind.

Some of the entrances also have generic looking backpacks slung over hooks under the signs. A few have other items propped up next to them, or heavy looking carry bags on the floor nearby. You unzip one under a door marked 'Home Invasion' and your eyes nearly pop out at the contents. Ball and ring gags, dildos of varying sizes - including a monstrously huge one, bottles of lube, handcuffs, rope, chains, a taser... it just goes on. Did the Entity leave all this here for you?

That’s impossible, the corridor stretches on forever. This must be what they meant by being equipped for every possible scenario. Was this corridor - loading station - whatever - just being magically procedurally generated with every new door you passed then? It's not like anybody was scripting this stuff manually, right? The next door leads to 'Gold Digging Step-mom' and simply has the deed to your house and a lottery ticket nailed next to a picture of a slutty looking bimbo you don't recognise. So, it seems like you're being giving you what you need to have fun behind each portal? Neat. You pass more items that look like kids toys - a mind controlling magic wand, a bottle of pills with ludicrously impossible side effects, a dick embiggening serum, voodoo dolls with more than a passing resemblance to girls you recognise and more. Alternate timelines get pretty crazy when infinity is factored in, huh?

You absent-mindedly rub your crotch, which has been slowly tenting into a half chub during your mental foray down freeuse fantasy avenue. You swallow nervously. Any woman's mouth. As deep as you want. Any time. Anywhere. See a nice set of lips? Whip out your cock and let loose. It's still hard to believe. You've had a few awkward fumbles during your pathetic lifetime, but even deepthroat is now on the menu. Most men are probably never lucky enough to get to experience some quality balls-deep throat action in the course of their entire life, and now you've just been handed the keys to an endless lifetime of nutting directly into the stomach of the hottest bitches your imagination can conjure. Pissing even, apparently. Just how depraved was this going to get? How depraved did you want it to get?

Fresh faced teenagers. Prime meat, gasping, crawling on all fours. Begging you to destroy their holes. Dressed in lingerie. Completely obedient to you, horny beyond reason. **** for an A in deepthroating. Willing to do anything. Abusing their tight, virgin throats, one after the other, nutting on their faces, gagging and **** them with... you shake your head. You could very easily get very greedy with your wants, needs... demands. Given what some of these doors are offering though, nobody seems to be making any judgments. If anything, this place seems to be freeing you of any restrictions or restraint. You have to enter every door eventually, right? If some of them are pretty sick and twisted, it's just getting the worst over with first, right? Yeah, that makes sense. No use sweating it.

You're already at full mast and somewhere along the line, started jerking off under your sweat pants. Suddenly very self aware, you pull your hand away and look around sheepishly, half expecting somebody to call you out. To your left, an endless corridor of doors stretching away to nothing. To your right, the same. Wherever you entered from, long gone. A corridor of endless possibilities, free of judgment, every door leading to a guilt free, consequence free tongue polishing your shaft with saliva and a juicy pair of lips sucking your soul out through your dick.