It's morning. Or at least I think it is? I feel like I have been asleep for hours, but there are no windows in this room so it is difficult to tell. I recall the night before with a mix of terror and disgust, then I sit up to find that my handcuffs have been removed. This puts a smile on my face, but it instantly fades when I feel a suspiciously wet patch on the bed just under my ass. I tentatively reach down and touch it. The sticky fluid on my fingers is white and half-dried. I wipe it off onto the sheets, gagging a little from the thought of my captor's cum on my hands. I remember he said he was going to masturbate while watching me, but I had secretly hoped he would have the dignity to use a tissue or a sock. I hope I can actually get some time alone in here before he comes back.
As if on cue, he throws the door open and walks into the room. I jerk out of bed, hoping to make my escape through the open door behind him, but he slams into me, grabbing my arms and shoving me onto the bed. "You're not going anywhere, whore," he growls as he pins me down to the bed by straddling me. He presses his thighs together, squeezing me and limiting my movement. I lash out and try to hit his face, but his reflexes are too fast for me. "I guess if you're this excited, we are just going to have to start earlier than I planned."
He handcuffs me to the bed. I try to fight him, but he is bigger and stronger than me, so I am easily overpowered. He readjusts the ball gag in my mouth and then gets off of me, leaving my whole body restrained by all four limbs and the tight-fitting thong and bra he has forced on me. At least there is no blindfold this time.
He stands up and goes to the closet. I hear rummaging noises for a moment before he comes out with a strange, phallic-looking device and a couple large batteries. He inserts the batteries and switches the device on, which causes it to hum softly. He grins at me. "You know what this is, virgin? It's a vibrator, and a very powerful one at that." He turns up the power on the vibrator to demonstrate just how 'powerful' it is. The humming grows louder as he switches it to progressively higher settings.
I want to beg him not to use it, just because I know the effect a vibrator like that will have on me, but I will not speak to him. I have to stay strong. I have to act like this does not affect me at all. I have to pretend that seeing a hot, muscular, half-naked man with a vibrator in front of me does not turn me on, and that this particular man does not terrify me. I have to ignore the growing warm sensations in my crotch. I must not let myself enjoy this, no matter what my body tells me to feel.
He crawls onto the bed and wrenches my legs apart. I try to fight it, but again he is too powerful. He puts his face between my legs and grins up at me. I turn away and wince when I feel his tongue touch my pussy lips. He flicks his tongue around for just a moment, tasting me, then leans back and turns on the vibrator. "You're already wet, you know. Maybe this will be easier than I thought."