I was laying on an inclined table in a drafty room, I had one thought on my mind: escape. My hands and feet were bound to the edges for the table, my body bare for anyone to see. My legs were spread open and my large breasts had shifted to either side, my now-hard nipples pointed mostly away from each other. I shared the room with one other person, and he was fitting a large vibrating object between my legs. I was quickly dripping at the sensation. My body quivered as he slid the object inch by inch deeper into me. The object found its home in the deepest parts of me, making me moan when it finally slid into place. It filled me well. I pulled at the silken entrapments at my wrists and ankles, to no avail. My body writhed from the vibration as I again struggled at the silk, a dull ache setting into my wrists. I thought again: escape!