CONTENT WARNING! This chapter is pretty messed up, so if you are uncomfortable with sensitive content such as rape, please do not read on.
(Part 1 and 2 on my profile)
Hours and hours of torment, May had sat tied to the chair for so long she could barely focus on anything other than the vibrator stuck inside her. After a while the pleasure had turned to pain, and May sat in fear of the next orgasm, knowing it was always right around he corner, she could smell her own juices, mixed with the smell of piss, after so long she had been unable to control herself. The hood over her head made it worse, she could see nothing, and since the warehouse was empty all she could hear was that taunting vibration.