Door 4

The door opens into a long, narrow corridor. You notice its stone walls a riddled with holes, as is the floor. You move forward carefully, with visions of poisoned darts shooting out at you.

You try to pick each step with care, but about a quarter of the way through the passage you put your foot down and the stone sinks under it. You leap backwards as the trap goes off. With a hiss of compressed air, a pole shoots out of one of the holes, stabbing across the room. To your surprise, it isn't tipped with a blade or a spike, but instead is blunt and intricately carved with whorls and ridges. As quickly as it extended, it pulls back into the wall.

You take another few steps, and trigger another pressure point. This time, the pole shoots out before you can react. It misses you by a hair's breadth, but tears your jeans, ripping out the crotch.

Startled, you take a step backwards, only to trigger another pole. This one shoots straight up from the floor, between your legs. It tears through your thin panties, driving into you pussy. You would have expected it to be more painful, but the pole's tip is coated with some kind of lubricant. You lose your footing, and cry out as that drives you further down onto the pole.

Rather than retracting immediately, like the others, it thrusts upwards three times, before pulling slowly. The pole's was thicker than most cocks you've had, and thrust harder. Its design makes it as effective as any a dildo you've used, and the brutality of the attack made it more arousing. When it withdraws, it's covered in your own juices, as well as its own lubricant.

You manage to avoid staggering as it leaves, feeling stunned by the sudden emptiness. Realising the purpose of this trap, you're left with a choice: try to work your way carefully through it, or run forward and trust to luck and speed.