The Green One, but . . .

The Green button just looked safer, basic human nature said that a big red symbol usually meant some sort of hazard and Velma had already paid the price of pushing her luck, multiple times over. She half thought it wouldn't really make a difference, since both led upwards but she was also learning to take nothing in this place lightly, or suffer dearly. So, green it was.

She put her finger to the button and found it gave way easily, and then her world started spinning in circles. Or rather something else did. The pole the dildo was mounted to came to life and began to move all on its own, bringing an unexpected invasion of stimulation from the toy still deep inside her pussy. Velma likened the sensation to a mild electric shock and as soon as she involuntarily withdrew her hand from the button, the rod stopped.

Velma glared at the controls with blazing fury as she recovered from the sudden attack.

"You've gotta be shitting me.." She wailed on the verge of tears.

Every time, every damned time she saw light at the end of the tunnel, it proved to just be another oncoming train. She braced herself and tried to concentrate as she pushed the button again and held it for an agonizing several seconds. Keeping here finger there was almost impossible as the device came back to life. The toy spun and even began to piston in and out of her, bringing her right back into arousal and the added movement threatened to **** another orgasm out of her. She couldn't take it anymore and pulled her finger off the button and the shaft was silent again save for her breathing.

Velma looked down. The still glowing irons were a few feet further away. Damnit she hated being right. The first orgasm had earned her the chance to escape, actually making the lift moved required her to push and hold the green button down. She couldn't keep her hand there for half or even a quarter of a minute and the lift hadn't risen very far. There would be nothing left of her when (or rather if) she made it back up. She had to stop telling herself that thing couldn't possibly get worse, because that statement proved ever more false by the minute

"Jinkies, how do I get out of this?" She more wailed then asked.

"I can't do it! This is too much!"

Velma began to sob with the tiny bit of remaining energy still residing inside her and she wiped her tears on her sleeve. As she readjusted her glasses, she saw the red button. PUSH. It all made sense now. For better or worse, she understood the controls in earnest. The green button allowed her to maintain a degree of control over her situation, letting her go at her own pace. The red one would likely let her go all the way to the top of the lift without her input, but that would put her at the sole mercy of the machine. She couldn't and wouldn't be able to stop it from ravaging her body until her journey up was finished. Still, considering she was stopping herself every few seconds and making shit progress, maybe it was better that way, let it happen, suffer more quickly and be done with it. It wasn't like she could salvage any more or less dignity with either choice, the red button would at least speed things along. But if something happened and she just couldn't tolerate the machine anymore, who knew how badly her body and mind could be damaged by the end? So, she was right back to where she started, albeit with a better understanding of the consequences. Red button or Green Button?