When you look down at yourself you realize that you and your rapist are both
completely covered in rancid sewer sludge. You are cold, completely lost, and
retching from the stench of the filth coating you.
Once the shock wears off slightly you decide the best option is to strip from your
cold soggy cloths and try to scrape off as much of the filth as possible with
moderate success. Your assailant seems equally confused about the situation and
quite frustrated with not being able to finish breaking in your ass.
Not wanting to stick around you decide to bolt down one of the dark tunnels
while the biker is still stripping out of his soiled garments.
As you run the wet patter of your feet echoes down the tunnel. You can hear the
biker’s footsteps approaching from behind and you begin to wonder how long it
the tunnel is.
To make matters worse the sludge you are walking through is getting deeper.
With a grimace you think to yourself, "why did I ever come down this way?" Soon
the sewage "water" is up to your waist. You press on trying to ignore any clumps
that brush against you.
Finally you see a light coming from up ahead. The faint glow grows brighter and
brighter until you find the trench you are wading in opens up into a much larger
room. You pull yourself out of the sewage trench and up onto some relative clean
concrete. Your excitement to be out of the sewage is short lived however when
you are able to get a better look at the room.
To your left are some rusty iron cages that look ancient. To your right is a
wooden medical table with leather straps. Next to the medical table is a metal
cart with several vials on it. There are also two doors, one is on the left side of
the room and the other is on the right. You crinkle your nose at the thought but
you could also go further down the tunnel by going back into the sewage trench.