No Luck Whatsoever!!!

You sat there masturbating furiously as you watched your little toy become tangled in the rose bushes. The audio allowing you to hear every scream, whimper and moan and you relished her torment. The thick branches on top of the poor lighting, even with the cameras overhead of the briars, made it extremely hard to see just what was happening to Velma but her agony was enough to drive you to the breaking point. You were pleased to see her make slow steady progress and you just couldn’t wait to see what her legs and that nice round plump ass would look like when she finally emerged on the other side. However, the sight that you beheld when she finally broke free of the bushes was beyond anything you could have hoped for.

Velma emerged almost in a rolling tumble out of the emerald sea of roses and thorns and to your **** delight and arousal, the poor girl had lost both her heavy sweater as well as her red skirt in the process. And to make matters even better; she collapsed face first onto the floor and did not move, allowing you to get the greatest view possible of her prone nearly naked body. Now from the legs up, she was covered by nothing but her conservative white cotton bra and panties. You can’t believe your luck as you gawk hungrily at her thick round ass cheeks which absolutely refuse to be restrained by her simple briefs, the camera zooming in on it allowing you to see all of the amazing **** that it had been through. The sight of her whipped, welted, scratched and scathed, bruised bright pink ass was just too much for you. Her lovely legs were likewise covered in tiny little scratches and shallow cuts. Somehow the **** the rose wall had leveled upon them only made them more beautiful.

Reaching under your desk, you roughly grab the red hair of the inferior girl trussed up and miserable on her knees before you and you never even take your eyes off of the gorgeous prone form of Velma as your orgasm reaches its peak. You admire every little red welt mark left by the crops, the emerging pink bruises the paddle have bestowed upon her and now the pretty little red slices into her skin the thorns had left behind and you let out a single long groan of primal lust as your erection pulses, ejecting a long hot stream of your orgasm right into the eyes and face of the bound girl. Gagged and unable to move on her own, she lets out an enraged moan as you clench her hair tightly in your fist, forcing her to receive your facial as you get off to her best friend’s beaten raw ass. The orgasm was incredible, one of the most intense you’ve ever had in your life, you gaze in awe at your soon-to-be-Pet as she lies there trying to recover on the monitors, ignoring the wretched girl’s sounds of suffering as you further ruin her somewhat pretty face. Your cock continued to throb for a few more seconds as you felt yourself come down from the high, barely glancing at the soiled **** as you released her hair and pushed her back further underneath your desk, as she wailed through her ball gag, her face completely covered in your cum and a bit of her own tears. You turn your full attention to Velma as she finally began to stir, trying to get her arms and knees under her and get back on her feet. You studied her with intense scrutiny curious to see what she did next, ignoring the sobbing woman chained to the floor as you observe your prey. You could control what came next with a casual flick of a switch, the push of a button, but watching her do this to herself was far more fun than forcing her into action.

Velma finally felt strong enough to try and continue on. She felt the heat and moisture against her skin, feeling at least a bit more comfortable in the sweltering greenhouse, but she knew just how unprotected and **** she was now, topless and skirtless. Much to her annoyance but not really her surprise, she looked around her new environment, which was still in the greenhouse and found it was another crossway of paths. Better than a dead end and having to backtrack, she reasoned.

To her left, was another turfed walkway like the one she decided to forgo in favorite of the thorny path. Like that path, it was long and clear with the foliage trimmed back. She wondered whether this was the other end of the same route or a whole other one with its own hazards entirely. To her right was wooden door that looked to lead back into the mansion proper and Velma wondered if she was better off out in the green house then the building. Sure she was naked, but the pain and suffering out here thus far was comparatively less than a pair of rooms with built-in spanking traps. In front of her there were 2 daunting and equally uninviting doors, each horrible in its own way. One was a heavy metal door with carved motifs of chains and next to it a simple, almost industrial gate. It had a crossbar grid that prevented even someone slim like Daphne from trying to slip through the bars. It truly looked like cage door to Velma. Perhaps it led to a prison, maybe to Daphne. As she peered through the bars, all she saw was darkness. There was no door handle but next to the maze path, set into the brick wall there was a lever pointed down. She wasn’t sure, but she felt confident that the level was to the gate, and not some horrible trap. Or at least she hoped, as there didn’t seem to be another way to open it. She considered that it was just a dark cell, and that gate wasn’t meant to open and this lever just might be another too-obvious trap. All she knew was that, nearly naked as she was, there was no way she was going back through the rose garden, there would be nothing left of her to reach the other side.