On display but seemingly fine. . .

Velma felt herself coming back to reality and opened her eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning. She felt a very unusual sense of vertigo as she struggled to focus. To her confusion and amazement, she was actually standing up, or rather; she was being propped up by some sort of stand that supported her body. She looked and felt like a posed mannequin. As she regained control of her motor functions Velma pulled away from the stand and examined herself, which was easy as she was in a small room surrounded by mirrors in the walls. It was like she was on display in a case or something. She didn’t know how long she had been out of commission for but she really hated this idea of being trapped in this tiny place. As she walked around her tiny prison, trying to establish her sense of balance she noticed her legs and thighs were numb from being up against the stand and the back of her mind, her bra felt slightly uncomfortable but she had other priorities at the moment. Not the least of which being that by passing out and waking up somewhere else, she had completely lost her bearings and could be anywhere within the estate.

She looked at the front pane of glass and realized she was in one of several of these mirrored windows, all surrounding a small viewing chamber with a single door to enter or exit from. Each of the walls of the chamber were like jewel facets, each a window into a room like her own that held a mannequin that roughly mimicked her own body type accept each one was dressed in various disturbing and risqué outfits that she would rather die than imagine herself in. Velma turned away from the macabre display and tried not to look at the outfits in the many reflected surfaces of the room. She scanned the corners of the mirrored walls to find some sort of exit, a switch and hinge, something. Was she just supposed to stay there all done up like a trophy for her captor’s viewing pleasure? She never should have drunk that water. Well, at least this place was far more temperature controlled. It wasn’t long into her search that one of the back mirror panels slowly pulled back to reveal an exit.

Velma wasn’t sure if this had been triggered by herself or her captor but either way she was **** to be out of the creepy room. She quickly left her little display case and found herself in a rather dark hallway. The floor felt soft and carpeted so she didn’t make much noise as she made her way down the hall. She was maybe halfway through when the door she had come through closed and that was when everything went black. Velma froze, waiting for the mansion’s next hazard to befall her and seconds later, the walls came alive with what looked like security laser sensors.

Beams of various colored light now cut across the hallway in all manner of patterns, impeding her progress. They moved up and down the path ahead of her and as she looked over her shoulder, she realized they did the same behind her. She was trapped and who knew what kind of horrible fate she would be subjected to if she tripped one of them. At least she felt safe enough that these lasers weren’t going to cut her to pieces or anything, clearly her tormentor had different ideas in mind then trying to hurt or kill her. Actually, that didn’t really make her feel that much better come to think of it. After all, she did just wake up to find herself being put on display. At least she wasn’t **** into one of those other scandalous outfits while she was asleep, that was definitely something to be thankful for right now.

She didn’t want to think of how or why she felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She distracted herself with watching the closest beam move rather simplistically up and down about a foot in front of her, hoping to get the timing right. She wondered what the colors might correspond to, if anything. She counted red, blue, green, pink, yellow and white. She hated how much her tormentor seemed to love challenges and games. She was growing ever tired of being toyed with.

Velma managed to get under the first beam and watched the second sweep left and right and dodged it with effort. The third spun around and she had to wait for it to be perfectly diagonal to squeeze through to the next one. The fourth just sucked. It wasn’t one beam but three, alternating between three different beams at three different heights. A green one flashed at eye level, a pink beam at roughly Velma’s waist and a red beam around her knees. She stood before it trying to time everything just right but this was getting difficult. She knew she was likely to trip one sooner or later and was now trying to figure out which one might be the less of the three presented evils. She certainly wasn’t going to just touch one and see what happens. Velma tried to tell herself that she could do this and took a deep breath before taking a gingerly step over the red beam closest to the floor. Even as the beam disappeared momentarily, she didn’t dare move into its projected path. She ducked as she anticipated the green beam coming from above but her legs were too wide apart for her to step through before the pink beam activated and she tripped the sensor.

She knew she had no time to prepare for whatever was about to befall her but the last place she expected the attack to come from was herself. As she stood there, unbalanced, trapped and bent over, her sweater and skirt cut the beam and she felt an intense wave of feeling between her legs and instantly collapsed in place, unable to defend herself from an invisible attacker. The incredible vibrations sent cognitive thought from her brain as she was overtaken by a powerful series of vibrations that stimulated her pussy. She had never felt anything this powerful before, even in her most private moments. On the rare times she did enjoy herself in such a way; it was never anything as violent as this. She threw her head back and let out a long agonized moan of shock and helplessness and she grabbed between her legs desperately to try and fend off whatever was molesting her. The feeling subsided after what felt like far too long and Velma heaved deep breaths as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

She sat up in place and lifted her skirt, trembling as she tried to make sense of her new predicament. It was too late for her to realize her position and the red beam caught her across the shoulder and the world around her was completely drowned out as an even more intense avalanche of vibrations lit her body on fire. She felt not just her pussy being forcibly stimulated but also her nipples. She rolled around on the ground eyes rolled back as the ominous **** assaulted her most sensitive areas without mercy. Her hands flew up and down her body as she was unable to defend herself and tried hopelessly grabbing and clawing at her clothing in a vain attempt to stop the attack. She had no idea exactly how long the attacks had gone on for but to her body it felt like hours. When the attack finally let up, Velma was left a quivering mess on the floor, her legs twisted together in a knot and her hands grasping her breasts, fingers digging into the thick wool of her sweater, **** for answers and for relief.

You sat back and admired your handy work. Getting to put your hands on your dream girl while she was out cold was amazing enough. Her body was absolutely incredible and it was the hardest choice in your life not to take her right then and there as you stripped her of her garments and replaced them with a custom set of your own design. Of course that didn’t mean that you didn’t at least spend a minute or two running your hands all over her perfect form while she was helpless. She was as soft and smooth as you had always imagined and you were averse to putting her back into the house of horrors once you literally had her in your grip. Still, there was much work to be done before you could properly claim your prize and her new outfit would go a long way towards that goal. The vibrating bra and panties were tightened to the point where she would almost need to be cut out of them. Keeping her **** body erect in the display stand had given her just enough numbness around her lower extremities that she didn’t notice how her vibrating panties synched in around her waist until she was neck deep in latest trap. Of course she’d notice everything happening to her lower body from now on.

As Velma flailed about the corridor, she narrowly managed to avoid tripping not only one of the lasers above her but also one of the ones she had already avoided behind her. While her vision was slightly blurred she realized how close she had some to once again touching the interchanging lasers and she scooched back up against the wall and wedged herself sideways to avoid the still moving beams.

She pushed herself up to her feet and rapidly tore off her clothing, carelessly exposing her undergarments. She stripped off her skirt which dropped to the floor and without paying attention she tossed her sweater behind her where it crossed the rotating beam of white light. Before Velma could give her remaining clothing a proper inspection, the toy imbedded in her panties came to life but this time instead of a pleasurable vibrating sensation, her pussy was hit by a sharp electrical charge that made her collapse back to her knees in pain. The violent sensations went away much quicker than the vibrations but the lasting pain coursed through Velma’s lower body in debilitating waves. It took her much longer to recover her self-control and she realized she was on the verge of tears. She was much slower to get back up and she let herself sink once more against the wall, feeling her reserves of strength and will power ebbing away.

She did her best to remain absolutely still, terrified of triggering another attack. She cursed herself for her careless error as she massaged her crotch, biting her lower lip hard to focus on anything else but her aching slit. As she did so, she felt a small object underneath the fabric. One of her hands went up to her chest and found similar bumps on the nipples of her bra. The air around her seemed to chill as she realized that someone must have personally put her into these clothes and therefore, must have stripped her naked while she was ****. She grabbed at her bra and panties and realized just how skin tight and secure they were to her curvy figure. She clawed behind her back and found no clasp to undo her top, just as she was unable to even fit a finger inside the hem of her new panties. It almost as if they had been shrunk around her body, making them impossible to remove. She absently wondered just how she could have ever slipped into such a tight garment, just then noticing just how much the panties were slowly pull back in between her rather pronounced ass cheeks. If she kept wriggling around in them much more, the brief-style garment was likely to turn into a thong, and the more the panties synch up into her ass, the more the built-in toy would grind into her clit.

Scanning from one side to the other, Velma watched the lasers move in increasingly complex patterns the further they went. Velma considered her options and looked down at the floor where her discarded skirt laid in a ring around her feet. It was at that moment that it really hit Velma that she had just stripped out of her clothing and was standing in the dark laser hallway in her underwear. She blushed deeply and was glad it was probably too dim for anyone to see, assuming there were cameras watching her every move.

Velma slipped the skirt back up her waist and looked around for her sweater. It was just beyond the white rotating laser. Velma crawled to the edge of the laser’s path and snaked her hand quickly past the beam and managed to recover her top. She wriggled it on quickly and went back to the alternating set of three beams before her.

She was at an impasse, she could try to carefully make her way through each set of beams or maybe she should just steel herself as best she can and charge straight down the corridor and suffer the consequences. She wasn’t a fan of either option. She didn’t know how long she could go before the toys embedded in her clothing would just make it too hard to go on but she also figured trying to go set by set would take a very long time and drive her patience and her stress levels through the roof.

You sat at the controls to the laser room, fingers gently tapping on various keys but not enough to activate them. For likely the only time that night, you appreciated Velma’s dilemma. You were having a bit of a conflict yourself. It was fun to sit there and watch Velma stumble along the corridor but you also realized that it could literally take hours for her to get to the end of the room. You had the option to push her along and bring the lasers down upon her helpless form but you were dead set on breaking the girl’s will bit by bit and you also needed her to have just enough inner strength left to go on to the next obstacle. If you came at her with everything you had, she would be reduced to a broken crying mess in the middle of that room and could do more harm to your plan then good. Your fingers rested on the controls as you turned the options over in your head, would you let her progress and blunder around at her own pace or proactively attack? Well, it was more fun to simply **** the girl. And of course, you had the choice to attack her with the pleasurable triggers to the vibrators or the painful electrical shocks. Oh the wonderful choices.