She really doesn't have a choice, At All!!!

You were on the edge of your seat during her entire dilemma. Sure it was wonderfully sadistic (and arousing) to watch her suffer but her prolonged refusal to give in had you convinced for a moment that she was really going to get hurt. Not an impossible situation to salvage but it would have been more stress then it was worth. You had to clamp her legs in place to keep her from wasting more time pacing. Still, in the end, you knew and she knew there was only one way things were going to turn out. The small camera underneath the lift gave you a semi decent view under her skirt as she finally surrendered. The lighting in the shaft was pretty dismal but the camera was close enough to let you see everything, if not in perfect detail.

Velma gritted her teeth and cursed through them as she reached between her legs, opened her pussy lips a bit and tried to meet the tip of the sex toy. It took some adjusting but she quickly lined up the dildo and lowered herself onto it, **** back a slur of noises as she felt the realistic head invade her forbidden entrance or more accurately, as she gave herself over to it.

"Jinkies this is embarrassing.... Why can't tonight just end?"

The fullness surprised her, she was a conservative girl who barely touched herself and now there was an actual sex toy penetrating her. She bent her legs gingerly as she tried to see how much of it she could manage to fit inside. The lift had stopped and the now-quiet shaft amplified the moans that escaped her lips. She remained mostly still, resentfully allowing the toy to very slowly push deeper into her virgin pussy. She was torn between the humiliation and the resentment of her hopeless predicament, neither of which were helped by her growing sexual frustrations caused by the penetrating object. Velma bit her lip to keep herself grounded, as maintaining her focus was an ordeal all on its own. Every time she bent her curvy legs a bit more, the toy went a little deeper, and she let out a groan of anguish as more and more of her virgin hole was explored for the very first time. It should have been a wonderful, magical moment with someone special, to feel these things while giving herself to someone she truly loved and trusted. This was beyond perverse and she very much doubted she would ever have a positive sexual experience for the rest of her life after tonight, that is if she ever managed to escape in the first place.

"Oh God, what I would give to be out of this whole damn mess..."

It took several long minutes for Velma to **** herself to relax enough to allow the modest dildo to push completely inside her. You weren't in any rush, the show was spectacular, but it was only half of the ordeal you had planned for your impending sex ****.

In the back of her mind, she was surprised and somewhat impressed that she had managed to get it all the way in. She gasped for breath as she wriggled around the phallic object, every little adjustment caused wave after wave of incredible feeling to echo throughout her entire nervous system. It was a nearly impossible task, the electrifying sensations were completely alien to her and her unprepared body suffered a unique blend of pleasure and pain, which was only amplified by her **** attempts to resist them.

"I guess maybe I should have given myself a bit more private attention before this..."

Velma was nearing her breaking point and tried to focus on anything to help ignore the ever present dildo when she finally noticed a troubling detail that did momentarily distract her.

The lift had stopped, yes but it also hadn't gone anywhere since she had willingly started to penetrate herself. This new revelation brought questions to mind that actually made her forget her degrading situation for a brief moment. She had done as she had been silently ordered to and yet she was still stuck on this lift, still feet away from the cooling branding irons. Was there something she had done wrong?

'What the Hell could I have done wrong?' She asked herself silently.

'I did exactly what they wanted, why am I still here? What else was I supposed to do?'

She looked around the lift, for a button, controls, anything to clue her in on how to escape her latest failure. It was too dark to see anything above her and the lift itself held no clues. Just her restraints and the toy. Looking around, twisting and turning about brought her back to the reality of her physical condition.

The toy was quickly making its presence known again. Her every little movement had allowed the toy to stimulate her from all different angles, quickly driving her body towards a **** orgasm. Cuffed in place and loosing her energy, she decided to stand up straighter and remove the toy from her pussy. As she tried to lift herself off the device, she let out another groan do misery as she continued to feel the toy raising up along with her and as she stood up straight again, it remained buried inside her. She cursed herself for getting caught in another smaller trap inside a larger one. The dildo in her pussy was here to stay until she finally managed to escape the lift and she had no clue how that was going to happen.

Velma felt that if she was **** to orgasm (a second time) while trapped in this device, she might not ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again. Then she realized with horror that that might be exactly what she was meant to do in order to free herself.

"Oh Jinkies, anything but that...."

She instantly wished she had never thought of it but of course, it was too obvious to be the wrong answer. The logical part of her brain, which she was grateful could still function amid this harrowing ordeal, told her it's what she should have realized from the start. Once more, the image of the jigsaw puzzle with only 2 pieces flashed in her mind. A stuck elevator shaft and a sex toy.

A stern voice in her head admonished her with annoyance. Did she really just expect to impale herself on the cursed thing for a few minutes and be let off the hook just like that? Hurray, you fit the whole thing inside your love-hole, good job, here's your freedom! It felt so childish and immature that her immediate response was Yes, that is precisely what she thought was going to happen. How could she not assume her sadistic captor would demand some kind of payoff, a climax to her self inflicted torment? Because it's what she hoped for, of course.

She was so inexperienced in sexual matters that her mind just wasn't used to coming to the most perverse answers possible to all her predicaments, a shortcoming that only seemed to draw out every little punishment she was put through far longer then they needed to be. No, she knew what must be done, regardless of any remaining sentiments of dignity or self respect. She needed to do this or be trapped in this dark elevator shaft forever. The price of freedom was all her remaining pride. The only question was weather Velma had the willpower left to pay it.