Sensory Deprivation

Velma tried to push herself harder, tried to repeat in her own head again and again that she needed to move, she needed to fight back she needed to escape but her efforts bore no fruit. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She didn’t think she had any fight left to give and for a moment, she wondered if accepting her fate, at least for the time being, she might be granted some sort of respite and manage to gather her strength again.

Velma decided that if nothing else she needed to try and identify her attacker. She rolled over onto her ass, sitting up on the cave ground and opened her eyes. Like before, it was all blurry blues and greens and moving dark shapes. A tall shadowy mass was coming towards her and Velma threw up her arms in defense. Velma felt a wet slap across her arms and she was beyond perplexed as to literally just hit her. She lowered her arms and tried to hone her vision a bit but that only resulted in another soft blow of wet, but to her face this time. Even as she wiped the water from her eyes she was still trying to comprehend what just happen.

‘I just got hit with my own wet sweater, what the Hell?’

Before she could generate an answer, she felt a chill run down the back of her neck. She tried to lunge forward but it was far too late. The sleeve of her sweater had been used like garrote wire and her attacker was already tying the wet garment in a knot around her throat, effectively creating a makeshift collar and leash. Velma thrashed in place, trying to find and undo the knot but her hands were slapped away sharply. She massaged her knuckles as the unseen assailant pulled the sweater upwards restricting Velma’s breathing. She once again reached for her neck but she felt her hands being wrestled away from the noose. She noted that whoever was doing this wasn’t very big or strong. In fact Velma considered with optimism that if she was not in such a ragged condition, she might have been able to physically overpower them. Food for thought, which made the idea of giving in a bit now and trying to gather up her stamina for a later escape slightly more of a viable option. She was pushed forwards onto her hands and knees again, the wet sweater keeping a firm grip around her throat but no longer **** her. Her breasts jiggled underneath her as they bounced off the cold earth. If her vision was more intact Velma might have been aware of how transparent her bra and panties had become.

She instinctively tried to push herself up off the ground but felt herself being **** back down. For a degrading second she felt what she was sure was someone’s ass passed down on the center of her back. Her attacker was sitting on her! Still, the weight was less then Velma would have expected and she was starting to compile information. The hands were small not very strong and the person didn’t weight very much. It was becoming clear in her head that her assailant was a small of build man or even female. At the moment, she supposed any new information was better than nothing.

She was so busy trying to keep elevated on all fours that Velma was defenseless when the next attack on her person came. She felt something being **** around her face and she managed to pull one of her hands off the ground and to her face for the briefest second before needing to steady herself once more. She deduced it was some kind of blindfold or mask and as she struggled to regain her balance, she felt another gloves hand begin to caress her breasts through her bra. She let out a soft moan, lacking the energy to pull away and the stimulation continued for a few seconds before finally letting up. The person had also gotten to their feet and likely still stood directly over her but the weight was now off her back. Velma gasped for breath and that was when the final attack occurred. As she panted hard, feeling so **** and helpless, something round and rubbery was **** into her open mouth. She tried to pull away but she heard some sort of click and she didn’t have to grab for the thing now stuck in her mouth to realize she was now gagged. A rubber ball now **** her to breathe through her nose and she felt straps behind her head but she couldn’t make out how the device was secured to her and quickly gave up trying to get it off.

Blind gagged and demoralized, Velma stayed in place, now beginning to cry. Her attacker left her alone for a moment as she broke down but quickly reminded the helpless victim of their presence by stroking between her ass cheeks gently, as if trying to sooth and comfort the girl in a rather sadistic way. Footsteps allowed Velma to detect the person was walking around to her front and before she could guess their next intentions, she received a tug on the sweater tied around her neck. Velma didn’t have the focus to resist, didn’t have the desire to fight. She just wanted a moment’s rest, for her body, her mind and what shreds remained of her dignity. She began to crawl forward, following the lead of the invisible attacker obediently. She didn’t know where she was being taken now but the smallest comfort she could conjure in her head was that she likely wasn’t going to just get aimlessly lost in the caves, at least that was a positive wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?