A hall of statues and mirrors

Velma wasn't used to being this alone, something made clear to you as she began to discuss the possibilities of a trap aloud with herself, the long corridor in both directions creating distinct echoes. Lucky for her the goal wasn't to hide from anyone.

"Well now, what do I know already? The hall is sectional so whatever I have to do is going to happen piece by piece, l think. I'll probably have to complete a different puzzle to get each gate to open. The only real questions are weather or not they'll continuously shut behind me as I go. And how perverse could solving these puzzles be in the first place? I think the better question is how much worse will they get the further I go? Golly it would be terrible to get stuck halfway through this thing and have to debase myself even more to finish. Somebody went through a lot of trouble to put me here."

She stopped herself from going back down that line of thought, she was already quite disgusted with how flattering she found the art exhibits and she refused to let this place dig its claws any deeper into her mind. The puzzle, hyper focus on the puzzle.

Velma stepped forward with confidence as she examined the stone figures in front of her. There where 3 of them, circling an open space all with outstretched hands as if they were grabbing an unknown 4th missing figure. The first had its hands gently curled around the empty space in front of it, the second was kneeling and its hands outlined more of the missing figure's pose. The final one seemed to be reaching into the open space directly while holding an indivisible branch or object. She scrutinized the fine smooth stone and waited for a trap to go off but nothing happened. Velma circled the figures a few times and found the stone was actually partially articulated, meaning she could move the hands out of the way.

"Alright, I think I got his one, and I didn't even have to do anything perverse this time, point for Velma!"

Velma practically skipped back to the art gallery, sure she understood what to do. Rounding the corner, she looked at several sculptures of her around the place, and tried to figure out which one was the missing figure in the full sculpture. However, a quick scan told her none of the ones she saw fit the pose or the dimensions of the puzzle's figures. Also, they were all obviously solid and most were clearly immovable, mounted into their own stands and bases. Velma crossed her arms and returned to the three figures.

"OK, plan B."

She circled the scene a few times, trying to unlock its secrets without triggering anything. She was once again, getting nowhere, maybe this was just a dead end. The gallery was unsettling all by itself and maybe it's trap was the mind games the images conjured up. Maybe this wasn't a way through. She may have just choose the wrong door to nowhere. No, that couldn't be it! Nothing in this house had been just for show, Velma was certain this was a passable challenge and she could solve it. Those gates had a purpose. Maybe she just didn't want to find out what that was, in all fairness. Still, want and need were leagues apart and right now she needed to solve the latest challenge the mansion had placed in front of her.

"Come on brain, think!" She said, looking up into the mirror on the opposite wall, having dismissed it entirely before now. And that's when she saw it. A small, pale etching in the glass. She would never have picked up on it if she wasn't glaring directly at her own reflection. The etching hinted at the missing figure's pose but was slightly misaligned. Velma repositioned herself right behind one of the statues and the image was clear. It was a faint outline of what else but Velma being held and groped by the three figures. That part she had assumed all along but now it was abundantly clear to her that the empty recess wasn't mean for another statue. She turned her head to the gated areas and tried to make out what the other statues looked like but it was impossible from this vantage point.

Velma sighed and grabbed the articulated joints of the arms, which of course moved aside to allow her to take her place, standing still in the center of the three posed figures. She grabbed the limbs and moved them back into their original positions. The kneeling one's hands now held her curved thighs and the one behind her had its hand at her waist. She realized the object in the third one's hand was meant to be her outstretched arm. Lastly, it's other arm was moved back into place where it held her cheek intimately. Velma couldn't help staring directly at her reflection, being held in a seductive position by the three male figures all clearly lusting for her.

Again, an alien feeling of value swept through her as her head was filled with images of from the art gallery, and a small fire kindled inside her that she couldn't deny was fueled by thoughts of being coveted by others. She told herself she needed to resist such notions, this was not the time or place to be worrying about her place on the sexy totem pole. A click and sliding of metal in both directions told her she had done well. The gate to her right slid up while another closed to her left. Well that's great, no backing out now.

Velma managed to complete three more puzzles with building confidence that she was going to make it through mostly unharmed. They were similar to the first, 3 figures fondling her in various way, the hands now positions to grab her ass, her breasts, slide very far up her legs and the fourth puzzle made her put one figure's curled hand right up to her still moderately wet slit, albeit through her panties. Each time she blushed and **** away thoughts of being desired like that. So far, she managed to keep a clear head.

It was at the fifth and sixth that the statues began to make Velma slowly question her zeal to keep going. It wasn't difficult at all, she just had to stand there, between 2 figures. The catch was these were now without clothing and equipped with not-exactly-small erections, and the etching said Velma had to take hold of them. She reluctantly did so and passed the challenge. The next one was nearly identical, accept that the third figure had reappeared and while she didn't have to grab this new statue's junk, it's hands were far more intimately wrapped around her. Velma saw no way out after several attempts to fit into its grasp without loosing more of her dignity but the trap was expertly set. To get the hands to reach the intended position, she reluctantly had to lift her shirt and allow one hand to get a decent hold of her left breast while the other hand had to be awkward slipped into her panties. The cool stone in such an intimate place sent shivers up and down her spine.

Velma realized she still had to take hold of the outstretched erections of the other two in order to proceed and she did so, looking into the mirror at herself, touching and being touched, sharing intimacy with the three lifeless figures. She prayed it was the cold stone hand on her slit that made her wonder what it would be like to share such an experience with a few willing members of the opposite sex.

Seven was somehow better and worse at the same time. The touching was less intimate this go around but the pose she needed to act out was very specific, Velma needed to be in the middle of removing her top or rather, the figure behind was pulling it off her body. The other two were lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties respectively. It went quickly but Velma didn't like where this was headed, the poses seemed to be going in a very specific direction.

The eighth proved her point. One of the male figures was groping both of her now naked breasts and even had his lips to one of her nipples. The other had their hand on her ass, on her mound and feeling up her hips. She shivered from both the cold stone and the perverse pose she put herself in. She had to be careful not to leave any of her discarded clothing behind as she carried them in a ball from scene to scene, realizing it was pointless to dress and undress each time. She guessed this entire second floor or at least it's perimeter was dedicated to this puzzles so she had no idea when they would stop or how much worse they could get.

Velma approached with trepidation towards the ninth puzzle, her sweater and undergarments tucked under her arm, having been stripped down to her little red skirt, knee high socks and little slip shoes. She felt grateful she had managed to keep a tiny shred of her modesty considering the circumstances. None of the poses had required her to sacrifice her skirt just yet and that felt like a minuscule but desperately-needed victory in of itself. It didn't matter that she assumed there were hidden cameras everywhere and the unseen master of the house could likely very well see every little bit of her as she squeezed herself into pose after pose with the statues. She needed to take every tiny win she could wherever and however she could grasp it, even if that piece of mind came with an increasingly steady dose of blissful ignorance.

She walked towards the new challenge and hated the implications that greeted her. What drew her gaze was a lone figure but the pose of the featureless male body left no doubt what was expected of her. He was laying on his back, decently sized erection pointed to the sky with his hands feeling up a space just above it. He faced the mirror and his head was raised so that his gaze was set on the invisible women he was clearly sharing a moment of passion with. Velma resented the empty space where she was meant to fit into nicely, or rather onto this time.

She didn't have to glance at the dotted outline in the mirror, this was the moment that she had been dreading and now it was before her. She hadn't actually expected to make it through this new challenge without being subjected to this sooner or later, she had just hoped and prayed it would have been towards the end of this particular trap. The fact that there were so many sectioned off sculptures ahead of her told her otherwise, she was in for a rough time of it and the house was done playing the subtle game. There was no avoiding this one.

She threw the bundle under her arms down with a huff, her exposed chest heaving with the sharp intake of breath. With the deep exhale, Velma felt the weight of her sizable breasts and blushed slightly. She had never quite taken the time to appreciate them until now. They were rather large and quite lovely in her opinion, something that had been brought to the forefront of her attention by the multiple stone hands she had **** but to let feel her up. She allowed herself a little smile at her surprisingly uplifted self image. Still the moment was over in the blink of an eye as she looked back at the waiting stone erection, bringing her back to reality. Velma's shoulders slumped and she remorsefully trudged to the figure, glaring at it through lowered brows. There was no point in putting it off an longer. Best to just do it and move on.

'How many more times can I keep doing that?' She asked herself in silence.

She stood defiantly over the faux body and moved the segmented hands aside, bending her knees and feeling the very stiff object brush her slit, under her skirt. Carefully maneuvering herself into position, she took a deep breath and allowed her weight to come down on the rather unpleasantly cold stone penis. All the previous stimulation had gotten the girl far more aroused then she wanted to admit and even she was taken aback at just how wet and open her entrance was. The unflinching object easily slide completely inside her and Velma let out a groaning sound comprised of pleasure, pain, misery relief and frustration all rolled into one primal sound. She struggled to remain in place as she tried to get used to alien feeling of fullness inside her. She whimpered as she **** herself to remain impaled on the cold uncomfortable and quite inflexible dick. Every little adjustment and shift of her weight brought new discomfort. In her frustrations she grumbled through gritted teeth that they could have at least used a sold dildo or something instead of actual stone, at least that might make the task more bearable.

Once again her mind left the physical as she contemplated the intent.

"You'd think if the point was to get me aroused, to at least trying to make this as comfortable as possible. Maybe it's just to add another layer of **** to this whole mess."

She remained in place as seconds droned on, waiting for the next gate to lift but the gallery remained silent. She quizzically looked around, growing more and more annoyed, modestly and embarrassment giving way to utter frustration.

"Awe, come on. I did it! Please, just open up!"

Despite the bars, her voice echoed down the corridor in both directions, making the art gallery feel very empty and alone. It was likely the hidden mastermind was keenly observing her misery but equally unlikely to answer the pleas of a helpless victim. Velma was about to get up when her hand brushed one the cool stone arms at her sides. They were still bent out of place. Velma rolled her eyes and grabbed the wrists and brought them up along their predetermined movements. The stone hands now awkwardly clawed her back, which didn't make a luck of sense and quickly Velma realized she had gotten it wrong again.

Furious herself, she finally stood up, removing the intruder from her body and noting that her now more-then-mild annoyance had at least diminished her state of arousal. She finally turned to the mirror and scowled. The lightly engraved lines in the glass dictated the error in her execution and she grumbled as she mounted the man again, facing the mirror and bringing up the hands to clutch her breasts. The stone made her nipples erect instantly and Velma was dismayed that the arousal she had thought she had beaten back returned even stronger now. Against every sane thought in her brain, Velma closed her eyes and began to grindly lightly against the object penetrating her virgin pussy, trying to deny just how badly she was starting to need release.

The sound of the house moving was a blessed noise to her ears and she quickly untangled herself from her predicament and grabbed her clothes. But once she was on her feet again and ready to progress, she realized something was off. The gate ahead had slid up, as she had expected but now, the mirror she had looked to for instruction likewise had moved out of sight.

Velma felt a surge of confidence as if she was finally making legitimate progress getting somewhere important but she she looked into the space behind the mirror, she could see there was another figure, and therefore she was obviously still enclosed in this particular trap. Still, this path had been hidden and that had to mean something right? Or maybe it was a trap within a trap. There really was no indication that this new route was any safer or shorter than the one she was already on and going this way might just make things worse. Still, Velma felt the tiniest bit empowered by having a choice in the matter. Would she try this new path to the interior of the gallery or continue along the original route around its perimeter?