The party had been going on for the better part of three hours, and was now, she found herself hoping, beginning to come to an end. She had been listening to it, its steady rhythms and footfalls through the too thin walls of her room, all the while yearning to join in and grateful not to be able to. She thought again of attempting to sleep, to have the intervening time between the impatient now and sublime then rush past. But, as she rolled from her side onto her stomach, the pain that lanced through her brought her back to her uncomfortable reality. She had been lying the past few hours upon her own mattress, stripped bare of even the most basic of clothing. The barely minimal street lighting that shown through her twin windows cast a glowing radiance on the nearby pile of her discarded clothing. She could clearly see the torn straps of her bra, telltale sign of how eagerly and roughly the article had been torn from her. And just beneath that, she could see the thin material of her thong, its fabric still moist where she had leaked upon it, although this, she could not clearly see save in her own memories. Next to her scattered garments, hissing with its own boiling fluid, sat the room's radiator; invisible heat rising from it to warm the surrounding room and her naked form against winter's cold bite. It's heat, however, was barely noticeable compared to that of her tortured flesh and eager sex.
Strips of leather were visible in the dim light, running from the coiled radiator to her ankles, where they joined in a devious knot at the leather and fur cuffs locked there. She twisted on the bed until the knot appeared center most in her view, but doing so caused the pain in her shoulders to flare to life again, the steel of the cuffs on her wrists keeping her arms ever at her back. The jolt through her back and shoulders seemed to act as a wake-up call to the varied parts of her anatomy that had been suffering all too recently; her inflamed ass-cheeks, the muscles of her jaw where the ball gag sat just beyond too tightly and her nipples with their clamps, the chain of which tended to snag every once in a while on the blanket she was displayed on, pulling at the sensitive buds. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply through her nostrils until the discomfort past, until she could look to the bindings of her feet once more. At the place where her slender thighs met with her ass, silver-blue in the soft light, she could make out the surgical steel ring denoting the presence of the plug still resting snugly in her rear. She was amazed by the idea that her ass no longer ached from having the intrusive instrument lodged within her, but that had been the reason he placed it there, hadn't it.
"This way, you'll be ready for me," he had said, inserting the cool metal inside of her with only his spittle as lubrication.
