Something rather invasive . . .

Velma realized what she had done a split second too late. She tried to turn and run back the way she came but now she couldn’t move her foot. More specifically, she couldn’t lift it as if it had been superglues to the grass. She frantically clawed at the ground and felt something unseen clamped around her shoe. The panicking girl knelt into the mist and to try figure out how it was secured and free herself but as she did, she accidentally brought her feet together. Before she could register her mistake, the other leg suddenly felt likewise locked in place. She tried to wave the thick fog away but it didn’t help at all, she couldn’t make out a thing. She began to hyperventilate as she realized just how **** she was to an attack from behind. Her ass was still pink and welted and she didn’t want to think about another **** on her admittedly well-padded backside. As she felt around her feet she noticed only her shoes seemed to be held in place, she felt restraining her ankles or legs. Velma quickly grabbed for the little buckles on her shoes as she heard movement behind her. She managed to free herself just as the maze walls shifted and closed off the path she had come from. Unfortunate but not at all surprising, she had decided to go this direction anyway. The noises didn’t stop, however and Velma felt she needed to move before she was completely walled in or worse. She made a decent vault over where her shoes had been ensnared, hit the grass running and didn’t look back.

Velma flew into another dead sprint, wondering what was going to happen when she eventually ran out of gas. Maybe that was the unseen mastermind’s plan. Make her run through the entire estate, or at least this maze until she just couldn’t take another step, then that person would emerge to claim her while she was at her weakest. Not a comforting thought but right now, her instincts told her to keep running and that was the plan. Actually, it was less of a plan and more the only real option available to her and Velma absolutely refused to dwell on just how predictable that made her every move as she sped along the hedges. Without her top, she became increasingly self-conscious of how her tits bounced against her chest as she ran and imagined her captor was likely enjoying the spectacle. The idea made her blush almost as pink as her ass.

She haphazardly bounded along the tall rows of tall bushes, hoping that this route would somehow bring her to the center of the maze. She assumed there would be some sort of clue, or key or just a door out of this area of the house in the middle of this green labyrinth. She had to hope that she could come away from this place with something to show for it. As she ran, the heavy, still water weighted turtleneck had come loose and finally slipped from around her torso. She failed to notice it slap the ground as she came flying around a sharp turn. The sound of her socks crushing the wet grass sounded like a torrential rainstorm in her ears but she didn’t feel confident enough to slow down and try to be stealthier. Slowing down hadn’t done her any good thus far.

As she veered around another bend, trying to twist and turn and make her movements as random and difficult to discern as possible, Velma realized some of the hedges were rustling around her. Not sliding or shifting, but shaking as if something within them was preparing to attack. There sure wasn’t any wind blowing through the green house and her hair stood on end as she felt even more terror and adrenaline course through her veins. She found an extended stretch of path that ended to another fork about forty feet away and she made to sprint down the length when she saw the greenery jostling several yards ahead of her on both sides of the hedges. It was her only warning and Velma just managed to come to a skidding halt as two pairs of arms shot out of the bushes only feet in front of her.

Velma jumped back, slipping on the grass and falling hard on her butt, feeling the wave of impact across her well beaten ass. Even the soft cushy ground hurt to land on. Velma hoped she would be able to sit down by the end of this ordeal. She snapped her head up remembering the moving bushes, ready to flee from the attackers, but they had remained in the hedges. Only two pairs of grey desiccated arms stuck out from the foliage, four hands grabbing and sweeping wilding through the air across from each other, even hitting into one another, their movements without much rhyme or reason. Velma’s brain shut down for a moment as she tried to comprehend that the owner of the estate kept zombies in their hedge maze. Dear God, how did this get so bad for her? But another moment of observation of the disjointed arms **** her brain to begin functioning again and she stood up, carefully scrutinizing the flailing limbs. There was nothing else to them. No moaning creatures trying to free themselves, no actual bodies in the foliage, nothing was going to actually come out of the walls and get her, at least not right here right now.

“Animatronic zombie arms, Jinkies this guy really did go all out.”

Velma creeped closer to the macabre spectacle and after a long pause, she managed to judge the limits of the trap’s reach and tried to detect any movement patterns. She watched and waited and nodded to herself. She backed up slightly and took a bit of a running start before tumbling forward in a summersault just below the fake hands as they blindly grabbed the air in front of them. She landed in a most ungraceful heap but she got through unscathed. Velma gingerly crawled back up to her feet and brushed off the slick grass that clung to her soft freckled skin. As she did so, she finally noticed she lost her sweater.

“Oh no. Well, if that’s all I end up losing tonight, I’ll consider myself lucky.”

She turned to look back at the automated arms as they uselessly continued to claw the air, hunting for prey that had escaped their clutches.

“If I can just keep my wits about me, I should be able to get through this . . . and maybe find a t shirt.”

She had taken a single step towards the end of the path and the fork ahead when four more undead hands shot from the bushes without a second of warning. These aimed much lower and all four made contact. Her right ankle and left calf were now in the grip of another robotic zombie trap. A third hand managed to close around her left wrist and the fourth has scored a crippling fist full of Velma’s hair. She screamed in a mixture of both fear and pain as they slowly tightened their hold on their prey. She felt the fake limbs somehow pulling her down and the more she resisted the rougher they were with her. She fought desperately to at least free her hair, the hand was gripping and pulling so tightly on it, she was already getting a headache.

She tried to use her only unbound limb to try and uncoil the trap’s fingers but they were too strong. Covered in fake decaying skin, she figured the robotic framework concealed underneath was steel and virtually immovable. The other three hands were also working to pull her to the ground and the tension on her hair was bad enough that she had to buckle her legs and let herself be dragged down to the grass. Gratefully, as soon as she collapsed, the mechanism released her hair but before she could count that as a win, it repositioned itself and seized her only free limb around the elbow. The pain in her scalp was depleting but she was now quite helpless. She at least managed to pull herself up onto her hands and knees and tried to make herself aware of any oncoming attackers.

Velma’s heart pounded in her chest and her head whipped around wildly, worried now would be the time for something or someone to round the corner behind her and come at her helpless body and do who-knew-what.

“Jinkies, it can’t get much worse then this.” She moaned as her lip began to quiver.

She didn’t see anyone comeing but the four thrashing hands that she had evaded seconds ago seemed to stop and to her dread began sliding through the hedges towards her. She cried out as all of the mechanical hands began to pin her to the grass. She tried to push herself up but she felt one of the hands grab her head firmly and **** her face back down. Her eyes went wide as she noticed her ass was now rather exposed and noticeably up in the air. Before the possibilities of what was in store for her could enter her mind, her reality was shattered as four more hands burst up from the ground itself, right underneath her. She didn’t have the time to scream or cry out as two of them shot upwards, fingers open and extended. They grabbed both of her thick round breasts and began to squeeze and knead them roughly, aggressively enough they threatened to rip her bra right off her chest. Another hand slid up and down one of her thighs, another caressed her back, from her neck down to her ass and back again. A few of the other hands had likewise began to explore the various curves of her thoroughly restrained body.

Everything was happening too fast for her to process it all and Velma momentarily lost all feeling in her body as she struggled to comprehend her position. It was simply too impossible to put into words what was happening to her. She somehow managed to picture herself, topless and restrained as fake hands done up to look like zombie limbs lightly molested her as she was pinned to the ground in a hedge maze of some horrible sadistic mastermind’s evil hideout. It was a horrifying out of body experience and she somehow felt herself come back down to earth as she realized this was anything but a bad dream or an illusion. This was real and she could do nothing to save herself.

“How the fuck did this happen to me!?”

She wailed aloud as things instantly became worse much worse. The hand trailing up and down her back somehow managed to find and unhook her bra strap. With her arms caught she couldn’t fight it as the undergarment was then pulled complete off her body, the straps broke effortlessly and she saw what was left get flung several feet away, discarded and ruined beyond repair. She couldn’t help but feel the same about her dignity. The two hands underneath her chest had been partially impeded by her bra but now they attacked her naked breasts in earnest. They squeezed and smacked, flicked and pinched her both causing her sharp flashes of pain mixed with perverse stimulation. Her breathing became heavier and she bit her lip, unable to block out the intense combination of feelings. Her chest gently turned a light shade of flushed pink while her face turned a deep red far worse than her ass.

She was so disgusted that she failed to notice that she could see her bra, lying abandoned in the grass. Of course you weren’t going to subject her to this kind of horrible torment and let it all happen in the cloudy mist where you couldn’t see a thing. Where would the fun be in that? You had drastically turned down the humidity and allowed the mist to dissipate during her run just so you would be able to capture every little expression on her face while she suffered this new ordeal. Of course, you couldn’t really blame her for not noticing little details like that now could you? She was considerably preoccupied after all.

Velma tried to focus on something to escape the moment with her sanity intact. She tried to figure out what the hands were doing to her and how she could evade them. Aside from the two molesting her breasts, a third hand **** her face almost to the grass by pressing on her head. As she tried to shift and fight it off, it slid down to the back of her neck and squeezed tighter. It was much more difficult to resist now and she figured she might end up strangling herself if she tried much harder. Each of her limbs was being held down by a pair of hands each, accounting for 8 more of them. The last one was somewhere above and behind her, the one that tore her bra off. At the moment it was giving her ass a light massage, running over her little welts and bruises and making her wince at how sensitive her skin still was, despite still wearing 2 layers on her lower extremities.

She was going to thank anyone above for that one thing she had going for her. She was just about to feel the smallest most diminutive bit of gratitude for her current plight that she could muster. And then it all went to hell. Two arms, each one holding her legs by the calf, moved up and grabbed the edge of her red skirt and dragged it down to her knees, leaving just her cotton briefs to defend her. Velma’s blood ran cold as the hands then groped awkwardly for the hem of her panties. She had stopped struggling for a moment because she hoped it would make the hands less rough with her but now she had lost all sense of reason, all ability to process complex though. She had become an animal caught in a trap and she began to thrash and tug on the arms pinning her down, exerting any and all strength and willpower she had left. She had finally hit her breaking point. She could not allow this to happen to her and she was willing to injure herself to try and escape this torment. She wiggled her ass as best she could, in effort to make it even harder for the inept robotic hands to do their job. The fingers clumsily tried to snag her panties but her undulating body kept them from finding any success. Many of her pronounced curved bounced and jiggled as she struggled to escape.

Despite all that had come before, this was the worst. If she let this particular trap to have its way with her, she feared there would be no going back. She broke out into a cold sweat as she tried to tear away from the hands as they made another pitiful attempt to strip her last remaining article of clothing. Feeling the emotional and mental strain hit a zenith, Velma began to cry, despite feeling breathless and unable to form the sound, she found herself sobbing as she was held down and sexually assaulted by the hands on her breasts. The animatronic arms shifted and began to worm their way in between her legs. Velma fought to close them and won, horrified that the arms were becoming even more aggressive with her body but just as she managed to pinch her legs together, she realized her folly. The arm somewhere above her managed to finally get a grip of her panties and yanked them down to her knees. The machines had tricked her into doing the very thing that likely sealed her fate. Her ass was finally completely exposed, her skirt and panties uselessly hung at her knees. She tried to reach back and pull them up but she could barely move her arms as it almost seemed the limbs restraining them had locked into place. She knew at that moment she was totally screwed.

The very same hand that had stripped her naked now came down hard on her ass in a stinging open handed spank. Velma’s entire body lit up from the shock of the blow and she tried to scream but all that came out was a low agonized groan. She couldn’t even straighten her legs out and get her bouncy bubble butt out of the air, the arms had her secured to the ground by her knees and ankles, which had been forcibly drawn up underneath her. The vile appendage came down again, causing her ass to turn a brighter shade of pink then it already was. Velma tried to bite her lip and block it out but she could sense her willpower draining away. Somewhere in the darkest parts of her psyche, she felt like a small misbehaving child, a bad girl getting a well-deserved spanking by an authority figure. She could even hear the mysterious voice of her tormenter inside her head, calling her a bad girl for resisting and punishing her accordingly. Velma felt a deep burning sense of humiliation as she tried to discern the storm of emotions that mental image churned up inside her.

Fortunately for her, the sharp pain of another hit **** those devious thoughts aside and only the intense burning waves of pain radiating through her curvy ass cheeks remained. She suddenly felt very self-conscious of the fact that the hand was striking a rather large target. Surely there were more immediate concerns to dwell on at the moment, but the stray thought only empowered Velma’s building shame and she felt her face blush hotly.

Thankfully, the blows ceased and she winced in preparation for the next strike. An odd silence fell over the hedge maze as the seconds passed and no attack came. The arms grabbing her breasts hadn’t released her but they had likewise stopped their vicious ****. That was a shred of a plus. She was beginning to hope that this was all the hands had in store for her, that while she was stripped naked and rather violently manhandled, the horrors she had feared would befall her while she was restrained were over exaggerated. Perhaps this was truly as bad as the traps got.

“Jinkies, is that too much to hope for?” Velma mumbled into the grass, her chest heaving as she inhaled long breaths of humid air.

That answer came and her hope died as the hands shifted position once more. She felt the two hands at her ankles pull hard; straightening out her legs and locking them to the grass. Two more took firm hold of her her skirt and panties and tore the garments off of her body completely with one fierce tug. Velma screamed and kicked, somehow breaking free for the smallest second. The returning panic granting her a second wind as the hands went back to grabbing at her flailing lower limbs. She remained unbound for less than a minute before the arms regained their tight grip of her legs; forcing them back underneath her torso. Velma feared she was in for another violent spanking as her sore ass was pushed back up into the air but then she felt her legs being pulled apart, exposing her extremely **** womanhood.

Velma squirmed and writhed but she could not break the superhuman grip of the horrible devices. She kicked like a child throwing a tantrum and the mental analogy made her feel diminished and even more powerless then she already was. She whimpered as hands began to slide to her inner-thighs, trailing up and down her thick freckled legs, getting closer and closer to her womanhood each time. Another slide down her ass and caressed her pussy with a single extended finger. Velma let out a sharp yelp at the intrusion. It trailed along her slit delicately, toying with her and Velma found herself praying it would just go back to beating her ass until she couldn’t sit for a week. She would gladly take anything but this.

The early stages of the game were over. It was finally time to go from simply playing with the girl to breaking her. You had let the automated systems control the arms up until now but now the situation called for a personal touch. You took control of the arms directly as you watched the poor girl suffer in true agony. You were so focused on your goal that you refrained from pleasuring yourself to her misery. There would be plenty of time for that later and right now there was work to be done.

Velma was so preoccupied by the stimulation between her legs she had all but ignored the hands that had once again begun assaulting her breasts with renewed vigor. She couldn’t keep track if which hands were doing what and her body was slowly beginning to succumb to the over stimulation. Were there more hands then before? When did that happen? Or was she just imaging there were more. She didn’t know anymore. Did it really matter anyway? Her eyes rolled back into her head as the finger finally found her clit and pressed firmly against it. She barely managed to withstand the shock of the invasive touch but things only got worse when the finger gently began to move in a circular motion, driving her body into a state of intense feeling she had never even imagined existed. That was when she found herself facing her absolute worst nightmare, all the intimate touching was starting to feel undeniably good.

Everything was hitting her all at once and she could feel the last of her resolve slipping away. She didn’t have the energy to scream anymore, she was tired and sore from failing about in the grip of the mechanical nightmare. She hated herself, cursing her body as it seemed to betray her but she had no more strength left. The only sounds that slipped between her lips were groans of frustration and dulled anger. The worse of it was that despite how terrible and degrading her predicament was, the zombie hands were forcing her body into arousal and she knew she was just too exhausted to fight back anymore.

“No . . . . . Please. . . . .” She barely managed to whisper.

A pair of hands caressed the outside of her pussy and gingerly spread her entrance nice and wide. She couldn’t believe she was so horny that she was nearly dripping. Velma knew what was about to happen and she let out a long moan of resignation as a finger pushed easily inside her quivering body. Velma was sickened by just how reluctantly enjoyable the touching had become. She rarely if ever even touched herself in such ways. It just wasn’t something she did. Now she wished that she had indulged herself more in that fashion. The intense pleasures felt alien and unnatural to her and to have them **** upon her by someone else, she felt utterly defiled. Somehow this machine knew her body better than she did. Velma couldn’t possibly feel more ill-prepared for this night if she had arrived already naked.

She felt the appendage slide deeper inside her, her arousal making it quite easy for it to disappear up to the false hand’s knuckle. Velma couldn’t hold back a loud moan that no longer held any trace of pain or anguish. She tried to tell herself it was wrong, twisted, perverse; but even inside her own mind, all cognitive thoughts were pushed aside when the hand slipped a second finger into her body. Before she could come down from wave of pleasure brought on by the new intrusion, both fingers began to slide in and out of her and Velma was so overwhelmed her vision blurred. She squirmed and managed to wriggle the one finger out of her clit but the two already deep within her pussy remained.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and that’s when she had noticed that not only had her arms been released, but that she herself has been fondling one of her own breasts. She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing such a thing to herself as the machine had its way with her and worse; she was starting to hungry for more. A third finger began to try to fit inside her and her first instinct was to try and spread her leg a little bit further to accommodate it. How could she possibly accept this? Worse, how could she suddenly feel she needed this so badly? She wasn’t any sort of slut or tramp or floozy. She was just a shy little bookworm, and yet she felt like a total whore being manhandled like this and craving it with every passing second.

If there was a shred of willpower left in her body, it was destroyed beyond repair when the penetrating hand’s thumb slipped into her soft crevice and easily found her clit once more. And this time she didn’t fight to remove it. She felt the hand speed up its thrusting and she braced herself against the ground and to her shame, tried to grind against it. She held herself up and looked straight down as the hands underneath her resumed playing with her tits. They were still rough but there was no longer any pain, her nipples were rock hard and erect.

Before she could try and ponder why it didn’t seem to hurt anymore, Velma felt a dull smack against her bubbly ass and managed to look over her shoulder as another hand began to once again spank her. It didn’t feel like the blow was any lighter than before but for some reason, the pain seemed to bring with it more waves of pleasure, despite how bruised and abused her ass was already. Velma watched her body loose this battle against her own arousal and knew she could only hang on for dear life until it was over. A tiny question stirred in her mind that she tried not to pay any mind to. What else could these things have in store for her, or were they trying to drive her to her body’s pleasurable breaking point?