She finishes . . . and she "Finishes"

Velma snapped her eyes tightly shut and opened them again, taking several deep breaths, doing whatever she had to in order to take her mind off of the toy exploring and violating her body. She looked down the completed puzzle next to the frame and stared at it, dwelling on the picture of the collar; trying to ignore her body’s reactions to the very intense toy. The collar was thick and round, black leather with a smaller band overtop of the first one, with 3 little eyebolts below the nameplate, the center of one clipped to a leash that trailed of the bottom of the assembled picture. She glanced at the name plate on the front of the collar and for the first time all thoughts of her predicament as well as the toy were driven from her mind as she read the orange leather letters set into the steel rectangle.

Velma. She sat there frozen in confusion and fear, beads of sweat trailing down her brow as she felt her stomach churn. Suddenly little things began to pop into her head, most prominently the notion that someone had captured her friend, the sleek and sexy red head; and demanded Velma come to the rescue. A horrible feeling that her friend may not have been the target but the bait made her hair stand on end. The revelation was terrifying but it made too much sense. If Daphne was the prize, then why **** Velma to follow? Perhaps to ensnare both ladies? That possibility wasn’t any more comforting.

She began to hyperventilate in her heavy wool sweater and the realization of just how hot she was seemed to drag her thoughts back down to the real world and her body. She could feel the toy doing it’s work on her and as she struggled to slide the proper tiles into the frame, sliding them around, she got to the sixth piece, the lower center square tile with her name in leather upon the collar, she couldn’t stop herself from envisioning herself being bound, subjugated, **** to wear such a collar, being leashed and dominated by her unseen tormenter. She saw herself in her own mind, **** to kneel before a master, tormented and controlled, brough pleasure and pain in countless ways she could barely comprehend and that was the final straw for her body.

Driven to the breaking point, she let out a moaning scream as she felt the electric wave of an incredible orgasm take over every inch of her physical being. Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head as she lost all control of herself as she began to cum all over the toy, her juices squirting through her panties, drenching them. She lost her balance and collapsed down further onto the toy, which refused to let up ‘s sexual **** on Velma’s pussy. If anything, her grinding against it only began to **** a second orgasm from the helpless girl. She began to cry in a mixture of pleasured moans and wails of suffering, barely able to feel her limbs as she felt her body exploding all over the stool once more. As the second orgasm began to subside, she pounded her forehead onto the glass case and bit her lip as she fought tooth and nail to regain focus. Her vison became less blurred and she managed to place the heavy slide into its proper place. Sensing she was just one little step closer gave her strength and she managed to quickly grab and **** the final three tiles into the frame, completing the picture of the collar. There was a click and the **** on her womanhood finally abated. The grip the rubber bonds had on her arms relaxed and she slid out of the case and off the stool, landing in a heap next to it, her entire body trembling. She tried to look up, tried to move and managed to crawl a few feet to the door she had worked so hard to open. She clawed at the doorknob and managed to turn it, feeling so violated, used and helpless. She began to blush a deep red that nearly matched her skirt as she felt her soaked panties between her legs, trying to hold back even more tears as she tried to come to terms with the fact that her body had effectively betrayed her.

She finally got fully to her wobbly feet and leaned against the door as she opened it, nearly spilling into the next room, much like she had fallen into the previous one. She managed to not completely crash to the floor this time, however as she caught herself on a desk. She looked up and by the light of a single desk lamp, she saw that she was inside a dark room, with all sorts of photography equipment on a table and developed pictures littering a desk, the walls and the floor, with more hanging up. Excited that she had finally found a solid clue she picked up several of the photos, hoping to gain some insight in to what was going on here. However, all of her briefly raised spirits sank as she looked at the pictures in her hands, letting them fall to the floor as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She looked at some of the ones hanging up on string and clothespins and each one had one thing in common; they were all of Her.

The room was covered in endless candid snapshots of Velma, eating out with her friends, walking down the street, in her house, nothing else. These were all pictured of her, all of them dated at the bottom and she felt another pang of dread as she realized that these had been taken over the course of many years. Suddenly a picture was coming together in her head that she didn’t want to see and this time she actually wished she was in another one of those devices just to keep her from facing the truth that was materializing right in front of her. This night, getting her into this place was a plot years in the making, a mastermind had gone so far as to kidnap her dear friend and engineer this night just for her. The revelation filled her with terror as well as a great all-encompassing feeling of just how woefully underprepared she was for facing down whoever was behind all of this. She felt surrounded by a **** that she couldn’t possibly comprehend; someone who had crafted every inch of this mansion just the sole desire to trap and torment her. Whatever was in store for her was a mystery but she understood now that she was in for perhaps the worst night of her life. She had to wonder what kind of person would go through all the trouble for just a simple girl like her, it was worth considering despite the circumstances that someone with so much power, who could have likely taken anything or anyone they wanted chose her as the object of desire. They certainly didn’t have an issue with **** and manipulation. The notion that such a person could not only exist but also have their sights on possessing her stirred a very powerful emotion deep inside Velma.