She literally Can’t continue without her glasses

It didn’t matter how freezing cold, wet, miserable and of course terrified she was. Velma knew that no matter how bad things could possibly get for her, nothing could be worse than losing her glasses. Without them she was nothing short of completely helpless and considering how bad things were going for her thus far, she couldn’t afford to try and endure such a brutal handicap. The water was insufferably cold but Velma knew she had no other choice. She tried to shake her limbs and regain some of the feeling in her extremities, the cold had turned her whole body numb for the moment and she could feel her wet attire sticking to her skin, allowing her no reprieve from her situation. She managed to flex her fingers and get back some control over her motor functions. She began to rub her arms and legs to regain some body heat and at least be somewhat capable for when she dove back into the water to retrieve her spectacles.

As she prayed against the odds that perhaps her glasses were floating near the edge, she rolled up her sleeve and stuck a hand out and pawed at the water’s surface. She felt **** enough to dive back into the icy depths but only if that was absolutely necessary. The helpless girl made her way around the perimeter of the pool, realizing it must be quite large. After all, she already knew it was moderately deep. She crawled along the earthy ground a few feet at a time, trying to gauge just how wide the body of water really was while sweeping her arm across the surface, hoping to at least brush her glasses with her hand, to give herself a rough idea of where to dive in after them. If luck was ever going to be on her side at any point throughout this whole endeavor, she really needed it to be right here, right now.

She had fallen pretty far and safely avoided any injury on impact with any sort of dangerous **** and yet she found the bottom pretty quickly and managed to get back to the surface with little effort. All things considered, the pool had to be roughly eight to ten feet deep. It was nothing particularly daunting if it weren’t for the water being absolutely frigid and her almost complete loss of eyesight. Eyesight she needed to help find her glasses. Well crap.

She spent some several minutes trying to reach as much of the pool as she could from the perimeter and she had nothing to show for it. She knew somewhere inside that she was just stalling for time, she had to get back into that water and there was no more avoiding it. The worst part was that she likely made it even harder for herself by stalling so long. It might have been even just slightly easier to endure the cold if she had chosen to dive back in as soon as she realized her glasses were still in the water. The shock was still fresh but it might have quickly worn off and she might have acclimated better to the water. She had put it off and her sopping wet sweater was slightly less damp then it had been before. It was going to suck more and more the longer she procrastinated in doing the inevitable. The more she tried to warm herself up and dry herself off, the worse the electric jolt of the water would feel. She stood up and stepped to the very edge of the pool, gently taking a step forward and feeling the small slope towards the depths. She wanted to try and ease her way into the pool but she knew better. Miserably, she lunged forward and half dove half crashed into the icy ripples.

Velma’s entire body was enveloped in a horrific blanket of liquid ice. Her arms and legs once again harshly traumatized by the cold that her skin felt like it was on fire. She flailed and kicked; trying to make it to what she hoped was the center of the pool and end this self-inflicted torment as soon as possible. She madly thrashed her limbs around without much rhyme or reason, feeling her teeth jackhammer against one another as the cold quickly took its toll on her resolve. From your vantage point in your control room, it looked like the girl was suffering from a shark attack. She threw herself wildly from side to side, the sleeves of her sweater flying as she tried to make contact with her glasses. Luckily for her, they were floating a foot away from her. Since her whole body was suffering she actually didn’t notice that she had knocked into them a few times as the cold took its toll quickly on her nerves system. Or maybe it was the thickness of her sweater that prevented her from feeling the light plastic. Either way it took about a minute before she managed to hit them with her hand and realize where they were. She instantly dove in the direction she thought she had detected them in and less than a second later she burst out of the water with her ice cold fist clenched around her prize.She lunged out of the pool like she did the first time and rolled herself up the little slope and collapsed in wet heap next to the water’s edge.

As she had done before, she curled herself into a tiny ball and tried to hug herself. She could barely feel any of her fingers as they seemed to twitch uncontrollably. She felt her teeth chattering so fast that it was difficult to breathe through her mouth. She tried to keep her mouth shut and inhale deeply and slowly through her nose as she feared her body would lapse into shock. Slowly, she managed to focus her near-sighted gaze on her glasses, tightly secured in hands. She **** herself to gaze at them and try to block out the rest of the world. It actually worked, little by little. She tried to think only about her victory in going back into that abysmal ice bath and retrieving her glasses. Despite her misery, it filled her with a small amount of strength and willpower and she felt more of her body falling back under her control. When her fingers finally had warm blood flowing into them again, she quickly jammed her glasses back onto her cute freckled face and she looked around her surroundings with clarity for the first time.

She was in a cave, a large cavern with a high ceiling with pointed stalactites hanging about fifteen feet overhead. Little greenish lamplights illuminated the cave, the rocky walls of which possessed a natural bluish hue, leaving everything with a unique teal glow. She saw the mouth of the tunnel she had fallen out of and was grateful she didn’t injure herself from such a considerable drop. Speaking of which, the body of water that both saved her and then froze her was a circular pool about sixteen feet across.

She focused on these little details of the cave to ignore the chill creeping through her body and she soon felt warm enough to uncurl from her tight ball. She stretched her legs and noticed they had briefly gone numb again. She rolled onto her hands and knees and fought with herself to get up to her feet, the little electric jolts in her joints becoming less and less the more she fought with her own body. She could barely feel anything below the knees and the ground was uneven so she nearly tripped over herself for the first few steps. She gazed at the only visible exit out of this place, a single tunnel highlighted by the green lights at the end of the cavern. She managed to regain a consistent stride by the time she reached it.

As she did, she tried to wring out as much water from her turtleneck and skirt as she could without taking them off. She refused to give her unseen sadist a show of any kind. She even felt **** to remove her shoes and try and dry out her socks. She was **** to keep her resolve and she felt somewhat triumphant about getting her glasses back and that seemed to make a lot of what she had gone through already less horrific. She felt she could do this, she could make it through this night of torment and terror, find and rescue Daphne and get the hell out of this place.

As she reached the tunnel, she realized it was another fork. The path to the left was lit with the same green bulbs as the cavern and the rocky ground seemed to slightly ascend upwards. The right path caught her off guard. The cave simply ended about ten feet away. Past that, it was a wooden hallway with a real ceiling and solid walls, there were no furnishings but it looked civil enough. It reminded her of an attic and stretched out some distance. This path was lit by small artificial candles that lined the walls every twelve feet or so. The light was so soft that Velma felt that if she had sacrificed her glasses, she wouldn’t have even noticed she could go in this direction. She definitely would have gone towards the light source for sure.

Coming from the hallway, she felt warmer and less damp air and made her decision instantly. She wasn’t stupid enough to think either of these routes was safe. Both were bound to hide numerous dangers so she didn’t feel any more or less assured with either way out. At least this one seemed more comfortable and right now, that was a good a reason as any to base a choice off of.

Being on level ground again helped Velma regain her balance and she felt like things were looking up despite the fact that she was still freezing cold, sopping wet and her ass in a fair pain over the beating it took earlier. She stopped for a brief moment to squat and stretch out her legs which aside from being drenched, felt fairly back to normal. Velma made great effort to hold her skirt down as she did this, resilient in her vow to not abandon her sense of modesty to the hidden cameras she ws sure focused on her every move. She came down the wooden path with greater pace, trying to warm her body up some more and maybe dry off a bit in the process. She came to a door after a few minutes with a small engraving of what looked like a wardrobe or an armoire. A small sarcastic voice in her head wondered if it meant there was something nice warm and dry for her to change into. The door was unlocked and she stepped inside.

Velma was taken back by the small round room she found herself in. For a split second, she thought she was in a mirror room like in a circus fun house; it was somewhat circular but faceted. Velma was surrounded by glass windows on all sides accept for directly behind her, where she heard a soft click coming from the door she had just come through as is closed. She didn’t need to turn around and check, she had just been locked in. She grumbled to herself as she should have propped the door open or something. Now, like the previous times before; she had **** but to assess the room in front of her and go forward. As well as deal with whatever challenges that room had in store for her.

She looked around and examined the glass windows and saw each of the 9 glass walls had a mannequin displayed in a unique and unsettling outfit. She tried not to notice that the mannequins weren’t generic either, they mirrored her own body type and she had a bad feeling she was meant to choose one of these rather adulterous attires in order to continue. They even had rough depictions of her own facial features. She found this new game revolting but she was freezing cold, soaking wet and in **** need of new clothes. The little windows had one other thing in common. She noticed each had a towel hanging on the wall behind each outfit. Nothing in this mansion seemed to happen by accident and she hated how easily the house seemed to prey upon her needs, customizing torments for every situation she could find herself in. She hated how many times thus far she felt completely unprepared for this horrid journey.

She took a tiny walk around the room, scrutinizing each outfit separately and trying to decide the most modest. At least she wasn’t being physically tortured this time, and that did count for a lot in her book at the moment. That and those towels looked oh so warm and inviting.

The first she saw was a frilly black and white French maid outfit with a skirt and petticoat that left nothing below the waist to the imagination. She refused to be caught dead in such a state.

The next one was even worse, by a long shot. Some sort of horrible dungeon outfit, it was all leather and studs and straps. On the dummy, she could see it refused to cover any of her delicate bits, leaving her bare breasts and her ass and even her crotch totally exposed. Pass.

There was one outfit that was just orange lingerie, and she felt like it was a cruel mockery of her preferred attire. Orange thigh high stockings, a red garter belt, a very transparent orange corset that displayed the mannequin’s large breasts, the fabric sheer enough for her to see the nipples without effort and lacy transparent panties that she couldn’t even imagine herself wearing even in the most private of circumstances.

She thought one of them was simply naked until she realized that it was just wearing what she refused to acknowledge as a very tiny bikini. She had used dental floss thicker than the string that made up the attire and she shifted uncomfortably as she watched it trail tightly between her- she meant the doll’s curvy legs and up its round, pronounced ass. How could girls ever want to put something like that on?

The next mannequin really was naked. How was that meant to pass as an outfit? The most covering like thing on this one were thigh-high leather stiletto heel boots. The rest didn’t even come close to being considered clothing. There were cuffs binding the wrists and ankles, a collar buckled tightly around the neck a blind fold and a gag with a bright orange ball covering fake-Velma’s mouth. Hell no!

“I didn’t freeze my butt off to get my glasses back to just strip naked and put on a blind fold!”

Her voice echoed around the room, louder then she anticipated. The strength in her voice gave her a small confidence boost and she continued.

She turned away from a rather unsavory nun costume that looked skin tight and made of something like latex. She didn’t like how constrained even the mannequin’s curves appeared and while it was the most covered up of the whole bunch, it seemed the obvious least comfortable to wear. She took a guess that her captor wasn’t going to let her keep her dignity without taking the preverbal pound of flesh in exchange. She wondered if she could even squeeze into that thing, much less more or breath in it. The legs were also tightly enclosed in the skirt that made up the lower half. She could never run an evade anything in something like that, assuming she could get it around her thick hips.

She came to a very tight looking purple bustier with crotchless fire red panties. The waist was extra synched in, intentionally amplifying the breasts on the model. It came with a pair of sleazy thigh high purple stockings and a green scarf tied like a noose around the neck. She didn’t need to notice the headband to realize it was a rather over sexualized version of Daphne’s trademark purple attire. Something about seeing a version of herself wearing that outfit just didn’t sit right with her.

The next one was almost impossible for the innocent nubile girl to comprehend. It looked like the kind of stuff you would put on horse. It didn’t make a shred of sense in Velma’s head. The doll was wearing a bridle, blinders, had a bit gag shoved in her mouth, the back of the headgear featured a large plume. The body of the outfit was a leather black corset that ended just under her breasts and extended down to a leather garter belt that held up specialized thigh high leather boots that resembled hooves. She also saw a long tail handing from behind the mannequin and from her point of view, Velma couldn’t possible figure out how it was attached to the rest of the outfit. The garter of course left all of her sensitive lower extremities exposed.

The very last one was the most unassuming of all and that meant it was the least-legitimate. It was a perfect replica of her current attire, albeit dry and in better condition. For some reason it gave her chills that it was set up and waiting for her. Like the corridor with the columns, like the simple clear greenhouse path. While sure, it looked just like her outfit, something about it set off blaring alarm bells in her head and she presumed that choosing the obvious would result in the most misfortune. But it was one of the only ones that actually covered up her delicate bits and Velma was seriously considering the risk if it meant keeping her dignity.

She leaned against the door she had come through and considered which of these were the least of the 9 evils. She tried not to stare at the models all done up in these cruel getups so she **** herself to look up. That’s when she noticed the clock. It was a small digital clock just above the door that she hadn’t seen on her way in. She had been understandably distracted by the outlandish wardrobe before, but now she looked up and saw with newfound panic it was actually counting down, it had just 2 minutes left and Velma realized that she needed to pick an outfit and quick.

Just as she made a move back towards the windows, the clock hit 2 minutes and suddenly the room began to move. Not the room, the floor. It was rotating slowly and before she could try and ponder what that would mean, the sound of something sliding caught her attention. Some of the glass windows were retracting into the ceiling. As seconds ticked off of the clock and the room rotated steadily, Velma saw another couple of windows slide up as the first few came back down.

She finally realized the trap. Just choosing one was too easy. She would need to make a snap decision as the windows literally opened and closed around her, limiting her options. The room was spinning faster now and as she tried to get to one of the outfits, she hit the nearly invisible glass and bounced off of it. The timer hit one minute and the windows began to open and close at a faster rate, leaving Velma disoriented as she tried to keep track of what windows were open to her. She was **** to avoid certain outfits but she understood that letting the timer run out would definitely be far worse than being caught in a skimpy outfit. She tried her hardest to avoid the string-thin lingerie and the bondage gear but the moving windows and the rotating floor were taking their tool, blurring her vision and causing her to lose her bearings. The counter reached 10 seconds and a window to her right slide up. Without a second of acknowledgment, Velma dove through the open window and managed to grab the railing inside the display case just as the glass slide shut behind her.

Velma sat up and watched the clock hit zero and the floor stopped moving and suddenly dropped away, revealing yet another incredibly deep dark chasm below. Velma tried to see down into the abyss but it was no use. That drop would have been far worse than the one into the pool and she was already a ways underground. She didn’t want to imagine where that would have taken her. Still, Velma looked around the rest of the room, seeing the various outfits in their displace windows. With trepidation, Velma realized that she had been so **** to avoid failing the trap all together she had no idea which window she had dove into. She took a deep breath and reluctantly cast a glance over her shoulder. And her heart sank.