The left path

Mel escaped through the door into the hallway. There was only darkness to her right, and without a flashlight, she was sure to trip over something or get lost. She decided to walk towards the illuminated area to her left. There were a few doors to the sides of the hallway, but she didn't want to reveal herself by opening them.

The sounds in front of her were also getting louder. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was the only place with light. All the other doors in the hallway were either not see-through or had a pitch-black room behind them.

She slowly crept up to the door where the light and sounds were coming from. It was left open slightly, so she could take a glimpse inside.

What she saw shocked her. There was a row of women, all tied up with their faces against a wall. And behind the wall, only separated by a one-way mirror, was the men's changing room. And there were actually a few of them changing right now.

'What the hell is going on here?'

Mel couldn't help her curiosity. She slowly pressed against the door, opening it up further, to see if there was anything else inside the room. But, to her surprise, there was no one else present.

No sight of the man who had **** himself on her just a few minutes ago.

Mel slowly walked over to the other girls. They didn't seem to realise she was there. Their faces were hidden by leather masks, which seemed to also dull out any sounds that might reach their ears. Their hands were bound behind their backs, firmly secured by a straitjacket, making it impossible to escape. Their legs were tied apart from each other, leaving their intimates open for view. Each of them had a tube which was connected to their pussy, and another one stuffed up their ass, funneling anything that might come out directly into the ground.

While Mel was taking in the grim scene, one of the guys in the changing room walked towards her. She could clearly see him, but it seemed like that wasn't the case for him. He stood in front of the wall, right in front of the first woman to the left, took out his cock, and shoved it in between her lips. The poor girl started gagging instantly. But that didn't seem to faze that man. He just kept on pushing it deeper down her throat.

She squirmed, unable to do anything. The only thing she could do was to let that random guy fuck her throat and pump her full of his cum.

Mel watched in horror as more and more guys started appearing, all taking a different woman, using them as mere toys. This was just too obscene, too unreal to understand.

'What the hell is this?'

Just as she was about to turn around to leave, someone grabbed her from behind. Mel tried to scream, but the moment she opened up her mouth, a piece of cloth was **** inside it.

"There you are, you little fuck toy. Did you think you could escape from me? Look closely, that's how you're going to end up after I'm done with you."

And with that, Mels' consciousness started to fade.

A while later

"Come on bitch, wake up!"

Mel was abruptly awoken by a jet of cold water. She wiggled around, but her hands were firmly tied atop her head to something far above. Her legs were shackled to the ground, spread apart widely. Her eyes were once again covered up. This time, not by a band, but a full mask, only leaving her mouth, nose, and ears free.

"Now, since you tried to escape, I need to give you a fitting punishment. Since I am a gentleman, I will let you decide.
Either one day as one of the women you saw above, or a few hours in the pit, it's your choice."