All the girls that came before...

Having no other choice, Britney proceeded. Lining the walls of this room as far as the eye could see were something that looked like beds, but what would have been the mattresses gave off light. On each of these beds was a woman under a semi-transparent sheet. The women were writhing unnaturally and moaning. The rotation of their hips brought their lower bodies completely up and off the mattresses. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting and smelled of sweat.

Britney peered a little closer at the bed nearest to her and saw a small brass plaque. It read 'Katie Christian - 2009'. Britney wandered a few beds up and read another one. Each bed had one. This one read 'Megan Miller - 1999'. This girl appeared to be a redhead under the film. Based on her moans she was just about to achieve orgasm. Britney listened for it embarrassedly, but just as the girl should have gotten off, her moans wound down in intensity.

"What's going on here? What is this?" Britney shouted in the room full of writhing bodies. Her only response were more moans.

Britney approached Megan's bed and moved her hand to lift the sheet. She had too many questions to pass up this opportunity. She seized the sheet and her arm instantly went limp. Ripples of pleasure ran up her fingers, up her arm, and to the very core of her. Luckily for her, the sheet dropped from her hand when it went numb. After a few minutes the sensations stopped stroking her and she could move her arm, but she was still horny.

Britney took an unlit candelabra from the wall and eased it under the sheets edge. She lifted it carefully up and peered under it.

"Hello", she started, but the girl was gone. Britney could still hear her moans, but there was no one in front of her. Britney dropped the sheet and as it dropped, it settled over the tortured curves of the girl named Megan.
Fresh fear spurring her on, Britney hurried on.