Of Course She Is!!!!

Velma smiled to herself as she felt the small closet shudder to life and start to slowly descend into the lower levels of the house. A hidden lift, perfect! She felt like she had finally done something right and she wasn’t even perturbed by the sudden lurch underneath her. The innocent wooden floor of the closet slide away to reveal a heavy iron grating that allowed Velma to peer into the abyss beneath her, just more of the façade peeling away to reveal the truth. She looked down and tried to make out anything but the shaft was pitch black, even with her flashlight. She thought she could see something sticking out of the ground, a pole maybe, but it was too far away to get a good look at. Velma kept an eye on the walls of brickwork around her, watching how long it took for a single row to rise from the floor to past her small box to judge the lift’s speed, she descending about ten feet per minute by her count. She wondered what she would find. The best case scenario was the evil mastermind’s lair or at least Daphne. An escape might be problematic from there but progress was progress and this was miles above the freaky puzzle room.

As she drew closer to the beam sticking out from the supposed bottom of the shaft, Velma finally saw a flicker of light, a weak flash of orange and yellow. It reminded her of the soft glow a fireplace might give off and as her chamber creeped further downward, it got much brighter. Combined with her flashlight, Velma managed to finally get a decent look at where the hidden elevator was taking her. She was about sixty feet off the ground and about halfway between her and the bottom was an elevated platform that she was likely to come down on top of in a minute or two. She had no idea what it could be and so she looked past it to the floor. There was some sort of furnace with an open door to an open flame and several rods currently inside the furnace, built into the floor on a sort of hinge. Velma took a long hard look at the iron latticed structure of the lift and then peered downwards at the sights below. This wasn’t the sort of thing you sat next to an elevator, secret or not.

A now familiar twinge of dread began to slither back into her blood and Velma had the appropriately sinking feeling that she had in fact blundered into another trap. Still, nothing had really presented itself as a threat yet and she had to hope that it was just a furnace or a fireplace or something simply meant for heating the lower levels and not designed to **** her in some way. She couldn’t bear it to be ensnared in another of the house’s sadistic devices. More accurately, she didn’t think her psyche could handle getting it wrong, again.

“I don’t like this one bit.” She grumbled to herself.

As Velma tried to use what little information she had to piece together a logical explanation, the lift made contact with the platform and she knew she had covered half the distance to the ground. A small rod that went up to her thigh poked through an opening in the center of the gated floor and Velma knew at that moment she had in fact failed again. Mounted to the pole was unmistakably a sex toy, an average sized flesh colored dildo. Velma glared at it in revulsion, her mind going back to being **** into orgasm by the puzzle trap. She told herself she was not going to be made to commit any such degrading act again, not matter what the alternative was.

“I think I’m in trouble.” She mumbled, the noise of the lift rendering her voice silent.

The moment the thought solidified in her head, noises below drew her attention away from the dildo. The fire seemed much louder or at least stronger now and it clearly burned brighter than before. Velma tried to tell herself that this was just because she was closer to it but she didn’t feel any conviction in her words. Things were getting worse and she knew it. She had done it again.

“Jinkies, how does this keep happening to me?”

One of the rods with its tip inside the furnace swerved on its hinge and what Velma saw nearly made her hair turn white. The end of the rod was clearly a branding iron and it was now poking straight up and on course to meet the oncoming lift in moments. She eyed the other rods and realized the dire situation. She began to tear up from both the terror and the growing heat rising up the shaft. Despite the temperature increase, Velma broke out into a cold sweat and tried to position herself against the walls of the lift to avoid the iron. Obviously someone was watching her as a few more of the rods moved out of the flames; their tips white hot and positioned themselves to reach her no matter what shape she twisted herself into once the perforated floor of the lift met the glowing irons below.

“Oh no!” She yelped, the panic in her voice now louder than the metal whining of the descending platform.

She was on the verge of shattering. How could she let this happen to her again? It just wasn’t fair. It was as if all of her skills and instincts had been left behind in the van. She felt absolutely clueless and inferior as she took in and processed the full extent of her latest blunder. A real detective, a good detective should have been able to see through these obvious dangers.

“Jinkies, how stupid could I be? This is it, it can’t possibly get worse!”

Velma felt inches away from pissing herself as she contemplated what could be her final moments. She was sure her captor wasn’t intent on killing her but this was beyond barbaric. Velma’s head whipped around her tiny moving prison cell and her spectacled eyes quickly once again came to regard the floor-mounted dildo. She instantly felt sick to her stomach. Checkmate! It was a degrading and potentially life threatening puzzle with two pieces. Scalding branding irons, sex toy, she begged herself to find another answer, she wished there was any other way out but it was too obvious, the worst case scenario was exactly what she was faced with. And now the irons were only ten or so feet from the floor of the lift. She had to do something.

“Am I really gonna go through with this?” She moaned as she eyed the glowing ends of the rods.

She hadn’t even noticed that she had already pulled the hem of her still-soaked panties aside. Still, she hesitated when she got close to the dildo. She shuffled forward and made one final effort to stave off the inevitable. She knelt and slipped her panties off her bubble butt, down her thick thighs and off her dainty ankles. She took more time then she knew she could afford and even as she positioned herself over the toy, she cursed to herself. She was just about to bend her legs when she chickened out again, pacing in circles around the toy before returning to try again. This time, before she could move away, metal cuffs from the same platform the toy was mounted to spring up and curled around the beams of the floor and clamped firmly to her ankles and feet. She panicked and thrashed in place, unable to get away from the ominous toy now inches below her. Velma fought a losing battle to try and stay calm but she knew her time was up, two of the upturned irons shifted and repositioned to just behind and below her. Now the white metal was less than a meter away from coming up through the grating and giving her rather pronounced ass a pair of severe burns. Velma had to get up the nerve to act and act now or she was going to be branded like cattle.