It brings her to the very edge of orgasm and stops.

Velma was quickly reaching her breaking point, the multiple hands assailing her body had broken down all her defenses and the perverse pleasure brought on by their **** was now impossible to resist. She was done. She was defeated, physically and psychologically and there was literally nothing she could do to avoid her fate now. In order to try and escape her reality, she strained to concentrate on any cohesive thought, and latch onto the first stray idea that came to mind and anchor herself to it. However, the devious hands knew exactly where and how to touch her to send shameful spasms of **** pleasure throughout her captured form. She had no power left to withstand the **** and equally unable to retreat into her own mind. Velma wished she could deny the terrible truth that she had never physically felt this good in her life, and in fact had no idea such depths of overwhelming ecstasy could possibly exist. The hands took full advantage of her body's inexperience to viciously educate her in that regard. Moaning while they worked her body towards a powerful orgasm, Velma floated powerlessly between two diabolically cruel states of mind. It was too difficult to not notice how deep the fingers exploring her pussy had managed to get, indicating just how willing her body was to receive all the attention. She needed to believe her arousal came only from the **** stimuli of her plight and not in any way shape or form the notion that she was enjoying herself. She pleaded for her body to not-totally betray her but the thumb grinding against her clit was making a far more persuasive argument. For the briefest second, Velma debated weather allowing the device to give her an orgasm or indeed helping things along might make the experienced less horrific, but she managed to rationalize that such a thing would only embolden the unseen mastermind to become even more horrible with the traps hidden about the estate. Velma remained ensnared on all fours, trying to focus on her breathing as she felt the unmistakable pleasurable feeling kindle inside her, this is what the machine wanted and finally, she was in the verge of losing the battle one way or another. Somehow the machines or the one controlling them sensed the victory at hand and the devices began to speed up their ****. They increased the sped of their probing, their spanking, their groping all causing Velma's world to turn upside down as the last thing that she felt could be taken from her was finally coming free of her grasp. Tears of blurred emotions cascaded down her cheeks as she tried to brace herself for what might be her final surrender of the night when everything came to an abrupt halt.

Like the sudden impact of a car crash, her entire world came to an abrupt stop and silence echoed around the greenhouse.

Several long seconds passed as Velma hung motionless in the clutches of the seemingly frozen hands. All she could hear was the beating of her own heart inside her head and her labored breathing for nearly a minute until the hands unexpectedly and unexplainably released her. All of them let go simultaneously letting the curvaceous nerd collapse to the cold wet grass in a heap. She was too surprised by the act to question why at the moment. The hands retraced into the grass, into the hedge walls of the maze and all around her, the malevolent greenhouse returned to its deceptively pristine and innocent visage. Not that Velma noticed or cared.

Velma's body remained still as she focused only on the cool refreshing feel of the grass against her skin, eventually drawing her knees up to her chest and holding them tightly, tears trickling off her face as she made no attempt to reason with what had just befallen her. She laid there for a good while, simply too tired to continue, keeping just enough awareness to not dare fall asleep. Even in her helpless state, she knew she was not safe in the slightest bit. Still, there was nothing left in her to fend off any kind of attack even if it did come. She just wanted to rest and hopefully recover even a shred of her expended energy, and maybe a scrap of her lost dignity or fraying sanity. She let out a long miserable moan as she could see and feel the humidity rising again, the layer of mist shrouding her body. In her helplessness, she prayed with intentional naivety it might conceal her location, any port in this storm, even if it was just in her head.

She felt so used, so taken, pillaged. As if on some level it just didn't matter what came next, regardless of being **** into orgasm or not, she couldn't quite see how things could have gotten any worse for her. There was a definite sense of loss that she was unsure she could ever shake off. Not only that but the feeling of defeatism was becoming less and less a possibility or probability and more of a likely or even inevitable conclusion. She had really only dealt with this maze, and it clearly wasn't even finished with her. That left the question of how much worse the traps in this place could get. She didn't want that question answered or entertained in the slightest. Someone with more sexual proficiency then her might be able to come up with just how things could possibly get worse than they already had been but she sure as hell couldn't and refused to even try. All she could do was try to get out of here, to survive. And Daphne, she needed to find Daphne. Her continued agony had briefly driven all regard for her **** friend from her mind. She feared the consequences if that were to happen again. She imagined how terrible she would feel if her fear and agony became so great, she would abandon all thought to her captured comrade and flee for her own safety. She doubted she could live with herself if she somehow managed to escape alone and leave Daphne to her uncertain but definitely grim fate. That could not happen, at all costs. She had to keep going and she had to keep her friend in her thoughts, even as she pondered the possibilities of her own exit strategy from this nightmare,

That realization seems to finally stir Velma's beaten body back to life. When she finally did uncurl from her little naked ball, her limbs moved with the jittery stutter of a poorly oiled machine. She clawed feebly at her knees where her panties and skirt still hung. She brushed them with her fingertips and after several halfhearted attempts, she managed to grab hold of both and inch them up her thick wet thighs and over her round pink ass. She squirmed as she adjusted herself, feeling just how much strength she had lost in the struggle with the hands.

With considerable effort, Velma managed to peel herself off the ground and get her feet under her. Her staggering legs were barely able to support her weight as she fought to stand upright. How much did she have left? A question that floated around her like a haze. Certain a desk fan could topple her back to the ground right now, she peered around the now silent and still hedges, awaiting another attack. Waves of dull frustration washed over her, she was too drained to register fear or panic. She let out a slow long breath, trying to regain some control, generate an ounce of energy. Her legs felt like stone as she made an effort to walk, something she mostly succeeded in. She only got a few steps before nearly collapsing into the foliage. Bracing herself with one hand, she **** herself to go on, hoping that there was an end to this hot humid and miserable maze. The moist grass made her slip a few times, each resulting in her landing on her well beaten ass with a dull thump, the layer of water vapor rippling like a tidal wave. But despite each falter, Velma refused to stay down, and continued to rise again and again, regaining a bit more of her coordination with each attempt. She took her time and put all her physical and mental energies into walking in a straight controlled line down the hedges, silently grateful for a simple task that required all of her attention. There was too much her brain couldn't handle and this was a welcome distraction. She was mildly annoyed at being unable to see her feet or the ground in front of her, but she stayed the course, soon reaching the end of the single path. Little did she realize the mist was mostly to keep her from remembering her bra, discarded into the grass by the hands early on. Sure enough, her attention was fixated on regaining the ability to walk upright and the girl was none the wiser as she left it behind. From your hidden vantage point, you certainly didn't mind.

It took Velma several long minutes to get to the end of the path and she was feeling like she could mostly walk normal by the time she got there. The end was a split in the path and Velma began to analyze the two pathways, feeling her sense of deduction returning, ever so slowly. Both directions were decorated with a stone archway and flowers but gave off two vastly opposing tones. The path to the right was lined with lush beautiful roses and the archway was pristine, however it created something of a tunnel that went maybe twenty feet and the ceiling was low, giving her claustrophobia just looking at it, adding the visibility taken away by the mist and she just knew it was too orderly to be innocent and that if she did commit to that path, she would be deep inside before anything went wrong and it would be far too late by then. The left path was lined with wilted flowers and brambles, but the archway was only a few feet long and she would be through it in seconds. Still, the stonework was dilapidated and overall, the scene presented to her seemed like it was meant to be more daunting. She knew the attempt was to sell the right path as the safer one, but she was still a tough customer. Velma had abandoned the dream that there was any such thing as a safe route anywhere in the house and she knew either way, she was likely to undergo more torment, but she got the feeling that the more innocent looking rose lined path, meant to look like the better options likely hid the more devious secret within, so Velma turned sharply to the left and walked through the bramble path, going under and past the archway quickly and continuing on. She hoped she had made the right call, assuming there was one in the first place.

With that choice made and literally behind her, she moved on, trying to ignore a growing sensitivity between her legs. She was so blissfully ignorant of all else as she struggled to walk normally again that she was able to block out other feelings that were burning their way slowly into her mind. Now that she was mostly back to a normal stride, she now fought to come to terms with the realization that she was now, very sexually aroused. The hands had stopped before they could get her to orgasm and she had foolishly believed that was a good thing at the time, but now she realized the long-term effects the hands had bestowed upon her. She already knew how wet she was when she was being assaulted but somehow it was made so much more persistent when she first slid her panties back into her curvy folds. The mere touch of her cotton white panties against her slit brought about incredible sensations and now as she walked along, her underwear was trying to creep further into her body's intimate crevices with every little movement of her legs.

Right behind finding Daphne and getting the hell out of this place, Velma's current and most urgent desire was to stop and relieve herself of the built-up tension, something that she was all too aware was an absolutely terrible thing to try and do at the moment.

As Velma continued on, she noticed the humidity becoming more tolerable and she came to a hard right turn and found herself at one end of a roughly twenty-foot-long straight path. She proceeded with slow deliberate steps, and she managed to jump back as the walls expectedly came to life. The trauma still fresh in her head, Velma felt a terrible lightning bolt of panic strike her very core as dozens of familiar zombie hands grew out of the hedges and groped at the air on both sides. She let out a sharp gasp, still not even strong enough to cry out and stumbled into the hedges behind her. The icy vines gave way to the stone walls behind them, and she awkwardly slide down the wet greenery to the grass. She immediately threw up her hands and prepared for the oncoming attack. But nothing came. She blinked several times and adjusted her glasses which were knocked askew in her ungraceful fall. The hands were still there and grabbing frantically at the empty space in the pathway, but they made no attempt to slide towards her as the others did. As sanity slowly crept back into her brain, Velma started to notice the hands couldn't reach fully across the path, on either side. There was a decent maybe 3-foot gap of space that was beyond any of the hands' reach. As she got to her feet and brushed wet grass from her legs, she realized that there was just enough space for her to squeeze through without being grabbed, she debated turning around and going back along the rose tunnel path, but she knew it wasn't going to get any better. At least this way she knew the risks, she could see the danger and that made things considerably easier to deal with. Not to mention, for better or worse, she had already suffered the effects of these things and familiarity wasn't nothing. What was the old saying? The Devil you know?

Velma took a breath and slowly walked down the path, keeping her stride one foot in front of the other, as if tightrope walking. She began to pass the uncoordinated hands as they clawed at the air around her, a few fingertips brushing the edge of her skirt but not enough to grab hold of. She continued with care down the stretch and was confident that she could finish this task unscathed. Sure enough, the hands never moved, never extended, never chased after her once she passed each one. These were static hazards and by the time she reached the end, a tiny fire of confidence was being stoked inside her. As soon as she reached the end, she stopped in her tracks, wanting to scan ahead before waltzing into another danger. The path led to a slightly curve and she took it step by step. A few feet in and more hands emerged. She froze and braced herself, eyes shut tight but once again, she felt nothing but heard the brush rustle with the movement of fake zombie limbs. She opened her eyes and was pleased to see more hands like the ones before them, reaching for thin air with a gap wide enough for her safe passage. She stood for a moment and let her brain work and was pleased to see her mind was still fairly sharp. She quickly understood the intent now was to startle her into jumping too close to the sides of the maze and becoming once again hopelessly ensnared. She repeated in her head to just take it slowly and carefully and it would be OK. She was confident that this time, she could do it. The curve in the path made things a bit trickier but she was able to avoid grappling with the flailing limbs, always just out of reach. She had to slow down and take a very sharp angled turn, but she managed to get through it with just a few grazes of fingers, nothing even close to latching into her and she managed to keep her cool and strengthen her resolve as she continued on, now very reassured she had chosen the lesser of two evils in the shorter, more unpleasant looking walkway.

Velma was walking with more confidence and energy in her stride, the tiny, but by no means irrelevant string of tiny victories she had racked up in the past few minutes had slowly rebuilt her confidence and she moved with more purpose and determination then even she thought she could muster at this stage, You didn't mind in the slightest, her semi-power walk allowed her perfect cannon ball tits to bounce with every step and it perfectly fine by you. Besides, she needed to feel like she was winning ever so often, she needed to feel motivated to keep going, to completely destroy her entire reserve of willpower would only end the game far more quickly than you had in mind. After all, you built an entire estate to put this girl through Hell. You couldn't break her beyond repair this early.

Velma was started to get the annoyed feeling she wasn't any closer to leaving the maze and in fact, her internal compass felt she was actually doing deeper inside it. She hoped against hope that if she did manage to reach some sort of center of the hedge maze that there might be some sort of actual clue or key or something waiting for her. She was well aware that it was a ghost of a possibility, but hope was all she felt she had to keep her going. The repeated mantra of Save Daphne seemed to get diminishing returns each time she tried to go back to that well for motivation. Considering all she had been through thus far, it seemed like getting to Daphne was going to be taxing enough, freeing and escaping with her would be even more daunting. Surely is Daphne had suffered the kind of **** that had befallen Velma, she would likely be in no shape to defend herself either. Velma shoved those thoughts to the back of and out of her mind. She couldn't allow herself to get that disheartened this early into the game. And that notion only brought on a more crushing reality, how deep into this hellish adventure was she really? She had suffered so far and felt near the end of her rope, but she saw no sign of her night or her ordeal letting up any time soon.

After navigating several tight turns and avoiding some increasingly close calls, the topless girl turned a corner and came to suspiciously wide pathway. She tried to gain as much information from her vantage point without crossing its threshold and ascertain what the next hazard would be. After taking a few heaving breaths, she boldly strode forward, and walked unphased as the hands merged from one side of the hedges. What did make her jump back was the fact that the entire left side of the wall was now sliding towards her. She backed away from the oncoming wall of green ivy and grey hands and realized she just had to turn and run for it, the last thing she felt up to doing. Still, she broke into a full sprint, managing to keep her balance with her damn orange socks on the wet grass. She went about 10 feet where the wall seemed to stop it's advance and made it through just in time. She turned back to see there was just a small gap in the between the walls and the hands had free reign of the open space. She was about to exhale in relief when hands came from the wall right beside her and one lucky one missed her by inches. Velma cursed herself for slowing down and continued to sprint down the shortening path. She made it through once more and the sight of her perfect breasts bouncing as she went was perfectly captured by the many hidden cameras for your persona viewing pleasure.

As she got clear of the second moving wall, Velma's head swiveled in place, awaiting the next attack and she found herself in an awkward triangular corridor. She stood up straight, catching her breath, fairly certain what was about to transpire. She stepped with intent and speed and didn't bother looking as the hands came out of the green. She didn't need to be told; the trap was right in front of her. The path narrowed sharply the further she went along, and Velma knew she would be unable to avoid a certain amount of contact to get through. She just had to hope she would just be groped or touched and not have a full repeat of what happed before. Velma sped up as the hands closed in around her and she had to focus to keep her footing to make sure none of the lower hands went for her legs. She managed to squeeze through the small opening to the next area just as the hands grabbed her from all sides. She let out a brief moan as her breasts were fondles and an arm found her pussy and fumbled to get inside her panties, but she kept fighting, trying to reach the end, just a few feet away from her. She reached and clawed along the vines in an effort to pull herself forward as she felt her time running out. Hands were already having their way with her breasts, and she knew as she thrashed about, all they needed was one lucky grab of her hair and she was doomed. As far as she had already come, she could not loose here, she felt so close to something, weather it was just the next ordeal or an actual prize, it didn't matter she needed to get past this, the question of course was, could she?