The Slide Puzzle

There was no way Velma was going to willingly bend herself over and present her admittedly pronounced ass to an assailant without any way to defend herself, especially after that terrible run through the riding crop corridor. She would take her chances with the slide puzzle and the stool. She sat herself carefully down on the stool, wincing as her freshly whipped ass was **** to support the rest of her bodyweight. Because of its design she was **** sit with rather wide spread legs but she was sticking with her decision and slid her arms into openings in the glass box, which she noticed had rubber lining around the holes. As soon as she was in up to her biceps, the rubber somehow contracted on her arms and sweater, preventing any chance of turning back now.

Velma was not about to literally sit and wait for something horrible or perverse to happen to her and she quickly scrambled for the pieces, trying to flip them over and see what kind of image she was supposed to make, ignoring the mechanical sounds of whatever was about to torment her coming to life. She quickly managed to flip 3 of them over. These were surprisingly made of wood and more weighty then she expected, and Velma was thus far annoyed they all seemed the same or rather more specifically, all pictures of a circular object that made figuring out the orientation quite frustrating. She was about to flip a fifth tile when an incredible buzzing sound that she had been ignoring until now suddenly seemed to course through her entire body.

She cried out in shock as a wave of intense feeling came to life between her legs, an almost electric shock of invasive vibrations that drove the breath from her lungs. She looked down and managed to see that the floor beneath the stool had slide open and a mounted object had risen from the gap and now pressed firmly against her nether regions. The angle mad it hard to see but it felt like a large wide vibrating device that was currently forcibly stimulating her pussy through her panties, which already had become moist after a bare few seconds of contact.

She balled her hands into fists and tried to push past the intense vibrations that felt as if they echoed throughout her entire entrapped body. She lost precious time as the sadistic device did its work, effectively distracting her and leaving her helpless at the automation’s mercy. Velma had never felt such incredibly intense pleasure, **** or otherwise, in her life and she felt completely unable to function as the vibrations threatened to overtake her but she tried to focus on the puzzle, tried to stare through her glasses, which had gone crooked and now threatened to fall off her face, creeping down the bridge of her nose as she tried to grab and flip the rest of the slides. She felt the device begin to rock slightly, aiming to hit every little nerve in ending between her legs as she fought to continue. She managed to get the final heavy slide turned over, and figuring out the orientation was mercifully quick and easy. The collar had a distinct front to it; a small plate that she hadn’t really examined all that closely, she just knew it was the bottom center slide and tried to piece the rest of the picture together around it. She managed to fit all 9 pieces together outside of the frame and she was about to start placing them into the frame when the vibrating seemed to intensify, the toy began to change up its rhythm, sending bursts of short incredibly powerful waves of **** pleasure through her body. In her distraction, she failed to remind herself that the pieces could only slide in through the top right hand corner of the frame and she groaned in frustration through gritted teeth as the center tile refused to fall into place as the vibrator finally managed to rock in just the right way to press right up against her clit through her panties. She felt herself reaching her breaking point as she dropped the slide and grabbed hold of the frame, trying to lift herself off the stool and as away from the toy as much as she could, but the way the case restrained her arms she couldn’t do much to improve her situation. She tried to regain her focus but with every passing second that was proving to be more and more of an impossibility. She saw the little indentations in the corner of the frame and realized her error, but as she slide the center piece in, she was dumbfounded why it wouldn’t move, until she realized the track was designed to go one way, she had to put them in the correct order, which would of course take more time and focus, two things she was running out of. She needed to try and power through the combination of pleasure and pain and finish the puzzle. She had the pieces, she had the right order but her body was fighting against her, driving her close and closer towards orgasm. Could she hold on or would she be **** to submit to her own arousal?