Dungeon of Desire

You wake slowly. Your head hurts and you're lying upon something cold and hard. The ground. What the hell happened?

You remember riding your horse to the castle of the evil sorcerer. You fought the dragon that guarded the main entrance. Did you kill it? You can't remember.

Opening your eyes, you raise your head, making the world spin around you. You feel like throwing up, but heroic adventurers do not lose their lunch if they can avoid it. It's rule #17 in the Adventurer's Handbook. Speaking of the book, where is yours? It might have some useful information about what to do in the event of amnesia.

As you sit up, you suddenly realize that all of your possessions have been taken, including your clothes. You are sitting bare-ass naked on the stone floor of some dirty little chamber, with dark doorways in each of the four walls. This just keeps getting better and better.

Suddenly, a flicker of light draws your attention to one corner of the room, and you watch as a watery image of an old man appears, wearing long black robes with silver stars and moons embroidered on them. He sort of looks familiar...

"Hello, Adventurer," he says. "It is I, the evil sorcerer that you came to destroy. As you can see, you have failed, and will now pay the price. You are trapped inside my Dungeon of Desire with one hundred of the most lascivious, insatiable, horny creatures that I could find. Orcs, trolls, dragons, chimeras, satyrs, demons--each one dying to fuck you until you beg for mercy." You notice that, under the robe, your captor is sporting a dragon-sized boner himself.

"Although I am an evil sorcerer, I am not without some compassion. And you provided a convenient test-subject for a few spells I've been itching to try out. I won't tell you what they do, but you should figure it out shortly. Should you survive the attentions of my pets and find the exit to the dungeon, you will be free to go, but until then, I will be watching you and enjoying every minute of your 'adventure'." He begins to laugh, a patented evil-sorcerer cackle, and the image fades away, leaving you alone.

"Well, fuck," you mutter as you climb to your feet. A quick search of the room turns up nothing except some carvings over each of the doorways. The first looks like a dragon, the next like some kind of tentacled sea creature, the third like a beast-man, and fourth like a demon.