... voice purred. Footsteps, heavy and even approached her suddenly. Raspy, coarse breath surrounded her. Velma shut her eyes tight. The person leaned in close, clutching Velma's chin in a strong, beefy hand. "You're gonna like this. I guarentee it."
Velma concentrated on breathing, blocking out the sensations of foreign, sweaty hands groping her breasts and belly, probing unsuccessfully southwards toward her panties. She shuttered, biting the cloth gag, praying that the mystery molester would have a change of heart. Velma kept her eyes closed, and lie still as she could, waiting for her miracle.
She didn't notice the footsteps coming fast upon them. She didn't notice the commotion leading up to the brief struggle which ended with her captor unmasked and revealed to be the crazy old groundskeeper, Crazy Larry. The police arrived, an arrest was made, and the gang collected the meager $15 reward for solving the mystery.
They were in the van that night, all four of them, plus Scooby, driving back to the RV camping ground to spend another lonely, silent evening. No one spoke, not for a long while, until they reached the fork which would lead them to their destination.
"Like, good thing we saved you, Vel." Shaggy said.
Velma nodded silently, cr...