Activate the panties now

Velma is looking around the dark room, as if she was waiting for another attack when you grab the remote in your pocket and activate her vibrating panties with a simple push. The vibrator comes to life at its highest setting and Velma is so caught off guard by the violating sensation she drops to her knees, letting out a loud shriek. The feelings make her instantly lose control and she’s soon rolling on the floor, grabbing her groin, crying out in a confused mixture of pleasure, surprise, fear and embarrassment. You release the button and watch as she tries to regain control of herself. She is breathing hard you watch her rather sizable breasts moving up and down in that orange turtleneck. Suddenly you think you know the next item of clothing you need to replace. Velma is already a nervous wreck; the attack has left her shaking as she frantically crawls backwards into a corner of the room. You admire the view of those soft legs of her as you observe her lifting up her skirt to reveal your little addition to her wardrobe. The panties, themselves are already wet and she blushes deeply. She sees the vibrator strapped to her groin and her eyes go wide with confusion and terror. She grabs at it and realizes that the vibrator is built into her panties.

“Jinkies, what the heck is that!?”

She tries to grab the waistband of the panties to yank them off but it tightens around her just as it was designed to. Deciding that she needs to understand that trying to remove them is a very bad idea, you push the button again, holding it down longer. She scream, tears streaming down her face as the intense toy forces her into arousal. She rolls and twists on the ground, torn between suffering and enjoyment. As she flails about, you watch as she jerks her head sharply, casting her glasses off her face and sending them clattering over by the doorway, conveniently close to your hiding spot, just outside the room. You release the button and Velma finally stops convulsing, curling up into a ball on the floor. As she tries to collect herself, you sneak into the room and snatch her glasses. Just as you pocket them, Velma realizes they are no longer in her possession.

“Oh no! Not my glasses! What is going on in this place, why is this happening to me?”

Torn between staying where she is, trembling in a ball on the floor and searching the room, literally blindly for her spectacles, she pulls herself onto her hands and knees. You stand in the doorway, watching her crawl about helplessly. Your erection is throbbing and you feel the **** urge to just take her here and now, while she’s totally helpless. But this night has been so much fun and it has nearly started, why not continue tormenting her from the shadows? You are torn between your devious mind and your aching hard on as she crawls about the room.