Torment the poor girl.

You suddenly got a rather fun idea that would definitely speed things along as well as give your victim quite a horrible dilemma. Quickly you got to work at the controls and proceeded to watch your actions play out on the monitor. Velma heard a sound coming from the direction she started in. She watched a small blue laser far down by the end of the hall stop sliding up and down and felt a pang of dread as she instantly guessed what was about to happen. She turned to face the blue beam as it began to rush towards her. She watched it pass through the other lasers and without triggering them as it lined up with her midsection. She hoped dropping to the ground would allow her to avoid the beam but you were counting on it. To her horror, the beam dropped lower at the last second and crossed her path. Velma felt helpless to stop the coming attack and sure enough, her already sensitive and stimulated nipples came alive with an electrical charge. The voluptuous girl screamed as she hit the ground, grabbing her chest in pain as the electrical devices in her bra gave her a quick and sharp current of pain directly into her nipples. It was over as quickly as it had begun but the aftereffects were far more lasting. She collapsed against the wall, gasping for air and clutching herself tightly. She could feel herself getting harder from all the stimulation, both the vibrations and the shocks, which only made the cursed undergarments even more oppressive. She felt extra uncomfortable as she began to see her tits almost through her thick wool turtleneck. They had to be erect for her to see them over all her clothing. Velma longed to be able to just rip everything off her body and continue on naked but it was synched far too tight for that to be a viable option. She would need to cut herself out of the damned thing. Once she managed to get out of this hell hole, if she managed to get out. She felt her willpower drain away as the effects from the beam finally disappeared and she quickly scrambled back to her feet. She was not in the mood to be caught off guard again.

Velma’s head shot back and forth, awaiting another attack. She was certain that her tormenter wanted her to continue along the corridor. It made sense considering the beam had come from the end she came out of. She was being herded along, like cattle with a prod. God that imagery didn’t sit well with her in the slightest. As she looked back to her starting point, she also noticed the beams had changed colors. Behind her, the beams were now only three colors, gold, blue and white. That seemed odd to her until a single thought crossed her mind. She turned to the other end of the room and her suspicions were confirmed. Those same colors were now absent from the beams in front of her. The ones that now stood in her way were only green, pink and red. Everything in her head was lining up perfectly and Velma didn’t like where her current train of thought was leading her.

She inched closer to the nearest beam in front of her, a sliding green one and bit her lip as hard as she could. She extended a hand and closed her eyes as she held her ground and allowed the green laser to fall across her wrist. It helped knowing what was to come but it was still an ordeal. Her hands shot back to her chest as the vibrators built into her bra activated and she was overcome by the onslaught of simulation. She was once again brought to the ground and this time she couldn’t hold back a wail misery. She tried to grind her teeth into her lower lip but the vibrations were incredibly powerful and she quickly lost that battle. All she could do was lay there and suffer through the waves of **** pleasure until the effects wore off. Velma was disgusted with how her own body was betraying her. Despite everything she had been through, the toys were indeed talking their tool. She was far more aroused then she had ever been in her entire life. Normally it should have been an intimate indulgent occasion for her and only her to enjoy but the way these feelings were being **** out of her made her feel defiled somehow ruined beyond repair. Not to mention the horror in the back of her mind pondering what might have happened between her and her captor during that crucial span of time that she was recently ****. Her thoughts began to betray her now as her brain almost on autopilot created a steamy scenario in her head of being naked and helpless in her tormenter’s grasp, being subjected to their lust as she lay there unable to even sense the world around her. She shivered in revulsion and she quickly tried to focus on the task at hand. This was because of the damned vibrators in her clothing; her mind was simply trapped in a very dark place right now, thanks to the surrounding circumstances, that was all. There was no way in hell she would ever find anything like the images conjured up in her head in any way arousing.

As Velma finally came back to herself and slowly got back up to her feet, she at least felt confident that her somewhat sacrificial experiment clearly worked. All of the lasers ahead of her were coded to trigger the vibrators and bring her pleasure. The beams behind her would cause more electrical shocks. It made sense, since that seemed to be the mastermind’s intention in this room. They clearly wanted to violate and torment her and this was a perfect Catch 22 situation. She accurately guessed if she didn’t haul ass out of there, the more painful beams would likewise goad her further towards the exit, and towards more of the pleasure-inducing lasers. For a tiny moment she considered backtracking to the mirror room but that was more or less a prison cell in its own right and she knew it would only make the progress she had made so far absolutely futile. No, she had to keep going forward. Speaking of which, directly in front of her was another green beam, sliding up and down about a foot in front of her. It was simple, like the first few she had managed to avoid and she carefully stepped under the light and moved onto the next one, feeling a tiny fire of confidence beginning to burn inside her.

Velma looked over her should at the exactly moment another beam, a gold one, began to rush her. Instead of trying to dodge the oncoming laser, she bolted ahead and tripped a pink beam in the process. This time she felt at least slightly more ready for what was to come. Another wave of invasive pleasure rocked her back and Velma nearly collapsed again. Her legs buckled but she managed to catch herself against the wall. Velma tried to push past the feelings between her legs but that was becoming more and more of a challenge. Velma hated herself in that moment as she realized with absolute hatred for her tormentor that she was pretty close to orgasm. She tried to stare at the other colored beams, on her staggering feet in front of her, at the walls, anything to distract her from the vibrator doing its work on her clit. She didn’t even notice that the gold beam of light never reached her and had stopped the moment she tripped the sensor. As she tried her best to massage her clit which she was now very aware was nearly dripping through her undergarments by this point, she was certain that even though the pleasurable feelings were much easier to deal with then the pain, this corridor would overtake her sooner rather than later. Her own body was a ticking clock working against her.

She weighed what little options she prayed she had and the only choices there seemed to be sucked in equal measure. She was sure that no matter how well she could navigate the corridor, she would be **** into tripping enough sensors to **** an orgasm out of her. She felt damn near close as it was. That would be a devastating loss, to be tormented by her own pleasure against her will was possibly the worst outcome imaginable, but it was becoming more and more like the inevitable conclusion unless she somehow took matters into her own hands. She considered her helpless predicament and a crazy but logical solution presented itself, and she wished it hadn’t. Perhaps willingly subjecting herself to the devices and allowing her body some much-needed relief might actually work in her favor. After the high subsided, she might be able to make a mad dash out of the corridor and it would all be over. Still, she resented the idea, her cheeks flushed as she tried to see if there were any visible cameras in the dim hallway but it didn’t really matter. Fighting the will of the room seemed to only make things worse. Another beam at the far end of the room began to slide in her direction and Velma knew the time to deliberate was up.