She eventually reaches the end of the tunnel but things become much worse

Velma was beginning to feel the effects of crawling on all fours for some time. She had lost track of just how far she had gone since the ceiling had restricted the height of the tunnel but she was definitely running out of steam. She was determined to reach the end, hoping that it was finally the end of this horrible night but as she continued, her hair brushed the top of the tunnel and she realized it had gotten lower. While the thought of how cramped the tunnel might become if she crawled much further was terrifying enough, she felt confident that it also signified that she was near the end and that rush of confidence brought with it second wind. Breathing hard, she went a few more feet with considerably more zeal when she felt the familiar brush of the tunnel wall on her arms. It had happened infrequently enough up until now but she was definitely noticing it more and more frequently the further along she went.

Hoping and praying she was wrong, Velma reached out in both directions and her elbows hit the walls far quicker then she had anticipated. She felt a bead of sweat crawl down her face, making her all the colder as she confirmed her fears had been realized. The tunnel had slowly been contracting even more; the further she went. She was running out of space and that was a double edged sword. She was certain she was nearing the end but she also realized that is meant that she was about to, or rather already had lost the room to maneuver or try and turn herself around if she needed to suddenly retreat. Not that it would have done much good, she had travelled some distance on her hands and knees and she wouldn’t manage to effectively flee from trouble if this was her only escape route and that didn’t even regard the fact that the gate was barred at the other end of the hallway anyhow. In short; she was totally screwed if she ran into trouble ahead, something she felt was a certainty by this point. Velma felt the walls closing in around her on all sides and she moved much slower, both out of caution and necessity, keeping one of her hands out in front of her at all time, praying for a for a door or hinge, anything to escape this unseeable nightmare.

She continued forward and winced as she bumped her knee on something in the tunnel. Reaching down, she felt a small raise in the tunnel, like a wooden wedge built into the floor right in the center of the tunnel. Groaning at her already terrible predicament she realized as she reached forward that the indentation continued forward as well as seemed to become higher and more pronounced.

“Why is this nightmare only getting worse!?” She moaned out into the darkness.

The echo was surprisingly less pronounced then she had assumed and once again, her intuition was that the end of the tunnel wasn’t that much further. Despite the rush of confidence, she felt even more exhausted; her unseen tormenter was keen to keep her on the edge of breaking but offering hope that was just out of reach. She didn’t know how much longer she could endure this night of pure hell. Even if she did, she wasn’t sure how much of her mind or body would be left to appreciate it.

So she gritted her teeth and continued on, realizing she had **** but to let the rising partition **** her legs apart as she crawled. Now **** to straddle the wedge, which also seemed to widen the further she went. Velma only traveled a few more feet before the edge was sliding right between her curved legs, roughly stimulating her through her panties. She didn’t have the room to maneuver in any way to relieve the invasive feeling and she let out a low moan of agony as she realized she would have to suffer through this now **** if she was to reach the end. It wasn’t long before she realized her new inanimate tormentor also pressed into her bra, pushing between her large breasts, which were right up against the cold wooden triangle thanks to the low ceiling. Velma tried to ignore all of intense feelings as she silently hoped and prayed it would all be over soon, and that she wasn’t just crawling from the frying pan into the fire in the process. The idea that she was merely about to escape one hell to suffer and even more horrible fate made her blood run cold but she had **** but to go on, she had made that choice about forty to fifty feet ago and there was literally no turning back now.

She bit her lip at the overload of sensations, shocked at just how horrible her tormentor must be. The faster she crawled, the more intense the wedge, which she now realized had tiny indentations cut into it, ground against her body. She felt totally helpless and humiliated as she was essentially **** to pleasure herself if she wanted to press onward. Also, the tightness of the corridor had reduced the cold shock of the air and she felt herself, like she was in the greenhouse on the verge of overheating as she felt her body reluctantly start to give into the textured object being ground against her womanhood.

“Jinkies. I don’t know how much more I can take.” She said with much less energy then she thought she had.

She paused and fell upon the triangle, feeling her limbs go numb as she rested on the structure for a moment. Her chest heaved and pressed against the wedge. The warm humid air in the cramped space making her gasp for breath as well as the uncomfortable feeling of her now very moist panties rubbing between her thick tights and sliding up her hot and bothered hips, going from simple briefs to almost a bikini. She knew that she was blushing deeply, glad for once, she was in a truly pitch black abyss. She needed to stop but feared if her body gave out now, she was doomed forever. Who knew how long before she was found in this labyrinth of **** if she just failed to continue and was destined remain in this cramped tunnel forever? She needed to push herself; she needed to press on, just had to keep going, prove she was stronger than this and rescue Daphne. Her friend was counting on her.

She got her arms and legs firmly underneath her and began to crawl forward with renewed vigor but just as she made a brazen attempt to power herself through the rest of this ordeal, Velma had failed to notice her bra had caught on one of the notches in the wedge when she had collapsed on top of it. As she sped forward, it snagged and before she knew what was happening, it snapped right off of her body. Her large perky breasts were freed of their white cotton prison and her nipples felt the warm air of the tunnel as the ruined garment landed on her ass and slid to the floor of the tunnel, lost forever as she could reach and hunt for them even if she could see an inch in front of her face.

“Why!?” Velma moaned as she curled herself up as best she could, terrified of being found in such a humiliating state.

She continued on, however, not wanting her latest misfortune to sap all of her renewed stamina, rather she let her frustrations power her on and she tried to ignore the hard grinding against her slit and her now dripping panties, which had virtually become a thong as her briefs almost completely disappeared into her soft ass cheeks, not helped by the extra wave of shame she was feeling now completely topless. She crawled several feet until she finally felt the tunnel and the wedge come to an abrupt end, cool air refreshingly blew across her front, causing a very intense shock of sensation vibrate through her entire body as the cool draft blew across her nipples. She realized there was only a few more feet to go and charged a head, reaching the mouth of the tunnel and crawling out.

She was dismayed to find the new room she had escaped into was as dark as the tunnel and Velma felt she wasn’t in any position to try and stand as she lacked the strength or energy to even try. She could barely feel anything below her knees. Once more, she more or less collapsed on top of the wooden wedge, which she realized was well oiled and not as uncomfortable as she might have thought it would be to lie on. Maybe it was just her fatigue but she felt oddly comfortable at the moment, comfortable considering the circumstances, that is. She figured she would rest for a moment, catch her breath, dare to try and stand up and find some sort of light source when fate, or rather the mansion turned against her once again.

She felt a tight painful bite on her ankles and reached down in terror as she realized that manacles had come right out of the floor and seized her legs, pinning her down against the wedge and as she fought to pull herself free, she felt the rush of wind and a debilitating clang of iron drove all focused thought out of her skull as she felt something metal slam into the ground all around her. She managed to reach out into the darkness and feel the unmistakable metal crossbars of a cage when the lights came on, completely blinding her as lights filled the room. She saw colors and stars as she her world spun in total disorientation. She lost track of all of her sense, feeling suspended in a haze of sounds and flashes of light. She felt dizzy and fell back onto the wedge, narrowing missing smashing her face unto the edge of it. She clamped her eyes shut, trying to regain control of herself, feeling so physically and mentally battered she feared she might just fall apart right then and there.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, holding her head in her hands, trying to let a growing headache subside as well as attempt to open her eyes even slightly but eventually, the world returned to her and she managed to see shapes in the room, colors and forms and finally took stock of her surroundings. She was caged, it had crashed down from the ceiling like the end of a game of Mouse Trap and she was cuffed to the floor by her ankles just to make matters worse. And she was topless and her panties were embarrassingly soaked through. After taking, admittedly humiliating stock of herself, she finally looked through the bars of her latest prison.