The intimidating iron door

Velma scrutinized the two actual doors in front of her. She felt like this was the exit of the greenhouse and if she went down the path, she would end up on the other side of the rose brambles and achieve nothing but wasting time. That gate just didn’t sit right with her and she reasoned if the gate could open up, it could easily snap shut once more. Nope, just nope. So her options were down to the pedestrian door and the hulking steel one with the carvings of chains. The mansion was going to be horrible no matter which way she went so Velma didn’t quite take it for granted that the normal-looking door was going to be a picnic. In fact, she felt quite assured that it was just a false sense of security and that it was likely to be either just as brutal as the more sinister looking option, or maybe even more so. Common sense told her not to choose the big scary steel door and that meant it likely lead to something more significant. It really couldn’t be much worse than her trials thus far and she was still alive and kicking, if far more naked as well.

So Velma walked up to the iron door and searched for a knob. She didn’t find one so she tried pushing and the door slowly swung inward. She hated it, even before she walked inside. It was black and stone and the only object in the room was a massive human shaped outline carved into the wall. She entered the room and was quite dismayed that it was totally abyssal. She could barely see her hand in front of her face. Luckily the room was very small. More or less big enough for the door to swing inward without killing whoever was already inside it. She felt the carving relief in the wall and felt human female features. It was like someone had made a mold of a girl’s front. Suddenly, Velma understood what she had to do. She took a deep breath and pressed herself up against the relief. She figured she needed to do it face first like the carving and sure enough, she felt the wall begin to move and rotate.

A surge of triumph welled inside her, she was so pleased with herself for figuring out the puzzle that she was totally caught off guard when she felt a series if restraints snap into place around her wrists ankles and neck. She groaned as she should have expected something like this to happen and she rolled her eyes as the wall finished rotating and she stepped away from the relief. Velma turned on her heel and sighed as she beheld the new room she needed to face. She was in a small step that led to the floor and she made sure she didn’t move an inch. She refused to accidentally trigger a mechanism at least without scrutinizing her surroundings first.

It looked like a ballroom, or other big reception hall. Deceptively normal, its walls were blank and the floor was laid out in tiles about 3 square feet each. The only object of note was the innocent looking door directly opposite her on the other side of the massive room, which she noticed was longer then it was wide. She was quite sure there was an unseen hazard and she tried to speculate on what kind of **** could require this much space. Given the Spartan room lacked furnishings, she was only sure of one thing; stepping onto the ballroom floor would begin whatever this new challenge was and she assumed it was unlikely she could just press herself back into the relief and go back the way she had come.

Velma took a single step down onto the grid and the effect was instantaneous. She hopped back up onto the step and watched the room change. All of the floor panels accept for the one she stepped on flipped upwards and sank virtually into the floor, revealing new images on the massive tiles. It looked like a sadistic game board and Velma was able to grasp the implication quite quickly. She would have to move her way square by square across the room and suffer some sort of ordeal for every step forward she took. The icons that were printed on the tiles must indicate the nature of what she was in store for. Gazing around the room, she was quite certain she didn’t like any of the mental images the icons drew up in her mind. She didn’t want to know what that lightning bolt stood for, or any of the others for that matter.

She ignored the rest of the tiles for the time being and looked down at the three she could reach. To her left was a tile with a pair of hands together as if in prayer. She looked down at her own cuffed wrists ominously. They weren’t cuffed together at least, yet. The icon on her right was red and looked like an open hand. That seemed pretty clear to her, as she had already taken a few hits upon her voluptuous ass thus far. It only seemed plausible that more would come. The black snake-like icon in front of her just seemed far too unpleasant. Was it a snake, or maybe a bull whip? Velma went weak in the knees at the thought of being hit with something like that. At least she was getting used to the idea of getting spanked. God, since when did that kind of thing sound normal, and downright preferable to her? This place was really starting to mess with her mind.

She needed to start outwitting this place instead of just barreling through each challenge and suffering the consequences. She blinked. A flash of brilliance flew through her mind as a single thought creeped into her brain and her heart swelled with confidence. What if she just went across the grid at a dead run? Surely that would be harder for the machine to detect. So what if she set off every last trap on the board? As long as she didn’t stick around long enough to take the intended punishment she could bypass the majority of or maybe even the entire room of dangers. She took a few breaths and stepped back on her square, prepared to make a break for it when the tiles that had slid into the seams of the grid floor rose back up and effectively turned the entire room into a set of hurdles. She couldn’t vault over a single three foot high wall much less an entire room full of them. Damn, a brilliant plan gone right out the window. She guessed her body posture might have given her away at the last second. Being monitored from every angle sucked. No, she would have to play this game through and hope there was still enough of her left to reach the other side. She guessed that her posture again, told her captor what she was feeling as the low walls around those first 3 squares around her slide back into the floor, leaving her with the same three options.

She took a tentative step to the edger of her own tile and looked back at the other options one last time to remind herself that she was dealing with the lesser of three evils. She was pretty sure she knew what was about to happen to her as she moved to onto new square and she waited with baited breath for some sort of attack to come. She heard the sounds of devices behind her and this time she didn’t resist, didn’t even fight. For the first time tonight, she could safely say she knew what she was getting herself into and she wasn’t at all surprised when she felt a sharp crack across her round ass cheeks. Something rubbery with a decent amount of sting hit her low on her butt right around where she would normally sit down. Of course this unseen sadist knew the best places to strike a girl’s ass, why should she expect any less? She stood still as she was hit several times, both as a way to try and show her resolve as well as hopefully show she was willing to play her captor’s rules. Also, she felt like she really was getting used to having her curved backside bludgeoned. She felt microscopically proud that she was sure she could take a beating like this for a while if she absolutely needed to. That still didn’t mean she wanted to if she could help it. Still, there was a very slight notion deep down inside her that getting spanked really wasn’t all that bad, and that is was nowhere near as terrible a punishment as she had considered it on the start of her journey. In fact, under far different circumstances, Velma reasoned that she might have actually grown to enjoy the feeling. It wasn’t like she was starting to right here and now at least. Or so she prayed.

She stood there with her back straight, defiantly taking the beating just to show you that she still possessed the will to persevere and endure even more punishment. The blows reached ten and she felt her stamina start to drain. She wanted to move, to dodge, to reach behind and rub what felt like a solid line of irritated flesh across her lower ass. She didn’t dare move but she started to wonder if her captor was going to let this trap continue to whittle away at her willpower until she showed some visible sign of resignation. The object cracked across her well-padded ass for what she counted as the twentieth time and just as she started to question how much longer she could keep up the facade of confidence, two of the floor panel partitions slide back into the floor to reveal her new options.

Velma couldn’t help but notice noticed the machine didn’t let up the consistent attack as she looked at her choices. The tile continuing along the right side of the wall depicted a blindfold and the other, leading to the end of the room showed a rough image of a girl holding her chest. Velma appreciated the fact that the images were fairly straightforward but she still wasn’t fond of her options. While Velma detested the idea of running around topless, she knew that being blinded folded was akin to outright surrendering. Just like if she managed to lose her glasses, she’d be worse than helpless. Her decision was made and she stepped out onto the next square, leaving the spanking mechanism behind. As she walked onto the tile she got the smallest inclination that maybe she should try and get into the good graces of the visible **** that was putting her though this ordeal. Since she pretty much knew that the icon indicated she was about to lose the last thing covering her breasts, she briefly considered taking it off willingly before something could rip it off by ****. Maybe a bit of cooperation might earn her a bit of mercy. Or maybe she should do the opposite. Perhaps the best thing for her to do was to continue to show her defiance and strength against each and every challenge she had to face, to fight for every inch of ground and not show any weakness. Or maybe that would just make things worse for her in the long run. She had to make a choice before some unseen device chose for her.