Anxious and horny

You quickly lose track of time in the stark hallway. Your only real marker for the passage of time is when the line moves and forces you to step forward another few paces. The murmuring at the end of the hallway gets slightly louder as you move further up in the line, though still too distorted to actually make out any words. When you are at mark number 20, you hear someone being lined up behind you. You want to turn around to see who it is, but you aren't sure if anyone is watching and you don't want to potentially get in trouble so you keep watching straight ahead like a good girl. Another is lined up when you are at number 18 and another at 17, making you wonder how many slaves this place processes and sells in a day.

When you reach 15, a trickle of wetness begins dripping down your inner thighs again. You aren't sure what's causing it - maybe it's the something in the air - but when you look down you swear your tits look extra perky and your nipples are rock hard, sticking out full and straight. Your hands, without anything better to occupy them, wander across your body. Everywhere you touch seems to bristle with electricity. From your neck and shoulders down to your thighs, you cover every inch you can reach, shuddering with every sensation.

Eventually your left hand settles on your right nipple and your left in between your virgin folds. Without anything else to fill the wait, the rest of your time is now spent stimulating yourself. You are only interrupted by the regular movement of the line, your leash and collar forcing you to stop your self pleasure for long enough to step forward to your new position in line. Your already slick cunt soon begins begins leaking more and more. By the time you stand in front of number 10, a small puddle has formed beneath your feet. The regular interruptions to move your place in line hamper your release, providing a momentary snap back to reality that brings you slightly down, only for you to begin working yourself back up again in your new place in line.

The only part of your brain not focusing on your self-pleasure is keeping track of the numbers on the wall, ever counting down to your inevitable fate.

8.

You stick your finger up your pussy, making it quickly prune in the intense wetness.

6.

You swap to your left nipple, making sure you give equal attention to the other side.

4.

You switch to doing your best to cup your breast in one hand, the majority spilling over your fingers. You bring your nipple up to your mouth, lightly biting and sucking on it.

3.

Your knees are weak, and you begin to have issues staying upright when you take your new position.

2.

You abandon your breasts entirely, one hand now focusing on your rock-hard clit and the other rubbing up and down the length of your folds.

1!

As the massive woman ahead of you is ushered out of the hallway, you finally get an unobstructed view ahead of you. Both of your hands stop their work as you stated at the huge pair of doors that now tower in front of you. Instead of the typical wood, these doors are made of metal with intricate reliefs covering the entire surface. Every scene depicted is of some form of debauchery, from demonic orgies to various sex demons striking poses showing off their virility, to the many stages of a human woman slowly being corrupted into a sex-crazed half demon.

You are still marveling at the artwork when the doors slam open and another tall, busty, blue-skinned attendant takes your leash off the last hook on the wall. She gives you a brief glance, inspecting up and down your short, curvy figure. She stops and gives a smirk when she notices your drenched inner thighs before turning around to lead you to your next destination.