The Red Button...

Velma was on the verge of tears as she pulled her turtleneck, which was now very warm, moist with perspiration and increasingly uncomfortable, up to her face. She rolled up the collar and bit down into it. She felt her hand trembling as she begrudgingly gave her freedom over to the lift and pushed the red button, bracing herself as the power turned back on and the toy came to life.

Her world was once again utterly taken over by the spinning, pumping dildo as it wreaked havoc of her dripping and now fairly sore pussy. She grabbed parts of the lift's framework, grinding her teeth into the thick wool as hard as possible and held on for dear life. The toy was ruthless, almost as if it was actively trying to push deeper into her pussy as it drilled up and down, bringing her to the edge of tears. She was totally helpless now, she had made her decision, now she had to suffer through it until the rising platform reached its destination. Between the darkness and the toy, it was impossible to focus as she looked downwards, trying to gauge how far she had traveled, but at least she could feel the lift moving with haste as it exacted it's degrading toll upon her already pretty ravaged womanhood.

While you would have loved to watch her struggle to hold down the green button and creep ever so slowly up the shaft while effectively torturing herself, it was quite enjoyable to view her brutal violation from the multitude of cameras as she hung helplessly in the machine's clutches. An ever so adorable and arousing stream of moans and whimpers escaped through her makeshift gag as the toy did it's terrible work on her, or wonderful from your perspective. Seeing her so willing to surrender all control just to make a shred of progress made you eagerly optimistic about the challenges and traps that still lay ahead of her. This already was and would continue to be one incredible night for one of you, and an unending nightmare for the other.

Velma's glasses nearly fell from her face as she writhed and twisted in place, her eyes rolling back as she continued to lose her ability to think clearly. It was as if with every powerful thrust more and more of her consciousness dripped from her aching pussy, leaving just a ravaged body behind. Her world had fallen away, There was only the dildo and her body's involuntary responses to it. Yet still she fought for control, to try and maintain some semblance of sanity lest she go mad. Still, the more the sex toy worked her hole, the more difficult thinking became. Her eyes were now shut tight because her vision was now blurred. Resisting felt like it was almost not worth it. Well, what would be left of her by the time she was freed?

Fighting to maintain control of herself had proven to be impossible and Velma hated herself as she came to the only logical conclusion that might make her predicament even slightly less intolerable on her weakened body. What she needed was to give in to the device pleasure her and try to enjoy the hellish ride as much as possible. It sickened her as she remembered just how she managed to **** an orgasm the first time. She wished it hadn't come to this but she was out of options.

Velma regretfully drew her mind back to that image she had conjured of herself, of her own helpless body being ravaged by the dildo, or rather how it might look from her tormentor's perspective. She instantly felt the strain of resistance dissipate as she focused on just how humiliated and degraded she must have looked and definitely felt, the pathetic clueless little amateur detective who had plundered into trap after trap and saw her dignity rent to shreds. She was expecting the waves of arousal and pleasure that quickly overtook her senses as she once again surrendered to the malicious device but they were still overwhelming to the sexually inexperienced introvert. She cried out as her pussy began to drip all over the toy, her nipples began so erect they were almost visible through her bra and sweater. She wished to any God willing to listen that these sensations had been gifted to her under any better circumstances then these but her thoughts were lost in the torrent of increasing bliss the toy brought upon her. Her last focused, clear thought was that if she was really dumb enough to get caught in each of these traps without getting any wiser then maybe, just maybe she deserved to be punished and dominated and humbled like this.

That final all encompassing self deprecating thought pushed her over the edge and the toy easily managed to coax another prized orgasm from Velma's curvaceous body. Her delusional cries drowned out the mechanical noises of the lift as she received the most intense flood of incredible uncontrollable pleasure she had ever felt in her life. For a moment, all thoughts of her predicament were burned away as she completely surrender to her body's needs. Velma's hands ravenously snaked across her body as she groped at her own sensitive breasts and tried to rub between her thick thighs, her entire being reduced to a conduit of pure sexual release.

Her body convulsed one last time and she had to prevent herself from toppling over as the device finally released her. In her orgasm-induced delirium, Velma failed to notice the lift had finally reached its destination. The toy withdrew into the floor and the bleary-eyed, physically spent girl stumbled out of the small platform and collapsed through a doorway in front of her. She landed on a mercifully soft wood wooden floor and curled up into a beaten and helpless pile of raw nerves, lacking even the effort to cry. Small miserable noises issues from her crumpled form as she tried to pick up the many pieces of her fractured sanity.

After a few moments, Velma looked up and came to a dull revelation. This wasn't the same place she had came from. Velma lacked the mental power to be stunned by this revelation as she looked around and saw a single corridor leading for the elevator shaft. She must have risen far past the first floor. That was something to deal with later, however. Velma just needed to stay down right there and recover even a drop of stamina before figuring out where the hell she was now.