I strained to hear the muffled conversation he was having. I couldn't tell if he called someone on the phone, or if there was someone in the room. I didn't hear anyone answering and surmised he had made a phone call.

God damn that vibrator! The more I tried to ignore the vibrator buzzing at my g-spot, the more I came. Fighting my bonds made the orgasms more intense, which was a double-edged sword. Fighting the bonds was instinctual, I had to try to get away; I sure wasn't about to go willingly to my death. Although he was certainly making it a pleasant journey so far was my mind's betraying thought.

I shivered as I felt fingertips caress my thighs. I wanted him to lift me, to bend me over, to fuck me like this. The fingers stopped and I almost groaned at their sudden absence. I felt myself being turned over and oh shit he was pushing something into my pussy. I wanted to cum again at the intrusion. He pulled it out and then youch inserted it into my ass! I squealed and tried to move my ass away, but could do nothing to stop him. I wanted to tell him that my ass had never had anything in it! Not even a finger! Bullshit my inner voice said HIS finger was just in there a little while ago!

Oh sweet Jesus now he was putting something in my pussy and then he pulled a strap between my legs and buckled the intruders in tightly. I wanted to expel the one in my ass but to my dismay, it wasn't going anywhere. I felt stuffed, the pressure of the two objects was enormous and the dildo he had put in my pussy was pressing the little vibrator even harder against my g-spot. Oh shit oh shit oh shit no no no I thought, as an impending orgasm reared it's head. This one was going to be a monster and I was almost afraid of it.

I felt him push another vibrating object between the strap and my clit, and I tried to bend my knees in an effort to stave off the orgasm. He help distract me from it by putting me in something. He rolled me over to my stomach and I could feel something different beneath me. He lifted my feet and I felt him wrap something around me. Whatever I was laying on wrapped around me like a blanket, but I think it was leather. I think he was zipping it up my back.

Oh God more straps were going around me now. I was thoroughly trapped. I felt completely immobile now. My fear spiked as I felt straps go around my head; one over my eyes and one over my mouth. All the straps were sooo tight. Aaaah shit I was flipping over and over, getting dizzy. I was whimpering almost continuously now. Every couple of minutes, the buzzing against my clit started. I wondered if it was a remote control vibrator.

After feeling something move at the top of my head and then the sensation of moving, I realized he was dragging me? Shit I was being dragged like a sack of potatoes!

I could faintly hear a car engine which grew louder and louder. I was trying to squirm away from the damn buzzer on my clit. The orgasm that had been delayed was once again threatening to happen. I heard a car door and then I felt a weight on my head. I was being pressed into the ground and I struggled against the pressure. The pressure was there for a couple of minutes then abruptly disappeared.

In my panic I was hyperventilating through my nose and I willed myself to calm down enough to breath properly. The clit buzzer started up again and I arched and squealed as one of the biggest orgasms I had ever had wracked my body. I shuddered as I came down from it, worried that the next one was just around the corner. God, how many more of those can I take before it kills me!?