Yes, but it's not easy...

She had to try, for her freedom and for Daphne and to show her vile captor that she was indeed strong enough to endure this house of horrors, no matter how many traps she would fall into. She could not give up now, no matter what.

Velma gave a long sigh and a deep breath before bending her legs and lowering herself back onto the toy. She felt her weight push it downward, obeying her command to an extent, while also pushing against the walls of her pussy, filling as much of her body as it could. The feelings were overwhelming but this time, she choose not to fight them, which made the sensations far less unpleasant, physically at least. Mentally she was disgusted with herself but resolved to her fate. She had lowered herself into an impressively deep squat, trying to get the dildo to go deeper and get this over with. She tried to grind against the tip, which brought even more new feelings throughout her pussy. She whimpered as she tried to let the toy work its perverse magic. As she lifted herself back up, the toy followed, on some sort of unseen springing mechanism which bounced steadily in rhythm with her own movements.

"Come on, Velma, you can do it, just get it over with and get outta here..."

Velma felt her face flush with embarrassment as she tried to give herself over to her body's needs. She knew she was still fighting the powerful sensations to an extent and she wasn't sure if she could allow herself to climax, even with her freedom on the line. An orgasm might just shatter her beyond repair.

Maybe that's exactly what her captor desired. She supposed she could try and fake one, as some girls reportedly could but she wasn't very knowledgable on how to react to a real one, much less trying to fabricate a scene.

"This just can't get worse, it's not possible at this point..."

She thought of her unseen tormentor, she knew he/she/they could see her and were enjoying her agony. She imagined the mansion's mastermind watching her from every conceivable perverse angle, relishing her futile struggle to orgasm her way to freedom.

Suddenly, her body was rocked with an insanely powerful rush of pleasure that nearly made her pass out. She would have fallen over if her legs hadn't been locked in place and the toy inside her more or less propping her up. She was slowly to regain control of her motor functions, only roused into movement when the stress of her entire body weight grinding against the dildo became too painful.

She managed to pick herself back up and then tried to process what had just happened. One minute she was at war with herself, wishing she could just climax and be done with this but knowing she wouldn't let herself, the next she was run over by a tidal wave of feeling that nearly brought her to full orgasm. It only took her a second to react a conclusion and it made her sick to her stomach. The mental image she created of herself as she was being observed by her tormentor; beaten, outsmarted, humiliated and totally screwed somehow brought up a well spring of sexual feeling from somewhere deep inside herself. It was so powerful it drowned out the pain, both physical and emotional of her torment and submerged her in a bliss so **** she nearly lost consciousness from a mere taste of it. Velma never knew anyone could feel so good and under different circumstances, it would have been and lovely revelation but right now, it was despicable to consider what exactly brought on such an amazing sensation.

"Wow...that was unreal.."

Velma adjusted herself a bit as she felt the toy reaching her various crevices, bringing about small pleasurable nuances as she tried to ignore the twisted train of thought that her mind seemed determined to ride out. Why did the idea of her miserable defeat and subsequent torment turn her on more then any conscious thought ever had before in her life? How could anyone find that arousing, especially the one being tortured!? She prayed it was all just because of the toy inside her already as well as the other sexual devices she had suffered through working away on her sanity. They put her in this **** mindset. She already climaxed under duress so her body probably related the two circumstances, that had to be it. Any other possible answer that she could come up with would shatter her beyond repair, and she was just self aware enough that the potential of such a revelation terrified her.

"I'm doing this because I have to. I'm not enjoying this, not one bit. It's just my body reacting naturally to all the touching, that's it!"

Who was she talking to? Herself, her captor? You doubted she had the answer to that one as she reaffirmed herself. Still, the cracks were present and her defenses on the verge of collapse.

She tried to refocus on her body and reaching an orgasm to please her unseen master and hopefully earn her freedom. She assumed the task would be less difficult as she was now dripping wet and the toy easily slid in and out of her with ease, something she both appreciated and resented in equal measure. Still, she was unable to concentrate and trying to block out her frustrations seemed to gradually lower her arousal. Miserably, she let her thoughts drift back to her own failure and suffering, again imaging how she looked for her tormentor's point of view. As soon as she managed to compose that mental image of herself in her current degraded state, that same rush of pleasure sure came flooding back through her body.

Velma allowed herself to be overcome this time and let our a moan that echoed through the shaft. She even reached down and fingered her clit to help get this over with. She was blown away by how easy it was to get off when she put effort into masturbating. If freedom meant she needed to be a total slut for a minute or two, so be it. She rode the dildo faster and harder, all pain now a faded memory as the pleasure quickly built up.

She wished she could actually enjoy the rush but she knew she could not ever for a split second take genuine pleasure form this harrowing experience. That would mean she had truly lost, in body and spirit. Still, the rising orgasm felt mind-breaking, and the combination of her stimulating her clit and fucking herself to exhaustion on the dildo quickly brought about an explosion of bliss that dwarfed the first one. She half moaned half shrieked as the orgasm wrestled all control away from her. The pleasure reached its peak before she even realized it had happened. For several seconds that felt like hours, she felt absolute reality warping bliss and enjoyed the sexual charge ripple through her body. She let go of her motor functions and released a squirt of her pussy juices from her clit, drenching her hand and skirt. The dildo and rod beneath it were now bathed in her wetness and tears streamed down her face as she felt the surge of energy finally dissipate and she had to brace herself against the walls so she didn't collapse onto to toy again.

Her lady parts were so electric that she imagined it would hurt beyond belief.

She had shut her eyes through the ordeal and was now keenly aware of her entire body, every nerve was on fire, every sensation dialed up to maximum. She felt the rising body heat trapped in her thick sweater, the wetness of her orgasm coating her skirt and slowly dripping down her legs to her wool stocking making her feel like she had peed herself, little beads of sweat on her white hot cheeks, her hands pushing against the cold unfeeling walls of the lift. She was also growing more and more aware and embarrassed by the scent of sex that dominated her surroundings. Still, she managed to **** a tiny triumphant smile, she did it. She came and she was sure the show was degradingly hot for the voyeur and was finally going to be granted her release.