Amy interjects

It's too much. I can feel the rope across my crotch tighten, the vibrations pushing ever, my breathing growing shallow, my vision narrowing as I screw my eyes closed, bracing for...

"H- Hey!" Amy's voice cuts through the din. I'm barely keeping it together. The room is quiet for a second before she speaks again. "She wouldn't answer my questions!"

The room is quiet again, before a deep voice to my side asks, "What questions?"

"Amy, I'll as-mmmmph!" I try to butt in before she says anything stupid, but a hand quickly covers my mouth, rough and smelling faintly of oil.

"Everything! I wanna know how it feels, is it better than when she does it alone, is it better with the toy or without, how many times can you go in a row-"

"How about we show you?" The voice in front of me asks.

I panic, and try to scream through the man's hand. I need to keep that idiot safe to get free. But it's not long before the hand adjusts itself, clamping my nose shut too. Still out of breath, it only takes me a moment to quiet down. He holds it for... longer than is necessary. I get the hint, tearing up as he releases my nose, panting away like crazy. I quickly realise that I have no idea what they've been talking about while I've been caught up in this.

"... See, some people like being pushed into it." The pressure in my crotch increases dramatically, the vibrations pounding away so much deeper inside me now. My vision completely whites out as I mewl into the hand across my face, limbs straining against my bonds as I cum again.

"Hey, girl!" The man off to my side half-shouts at me.

"Karen," Amy says.

"Thanks," the man holding my mouth says, as his hand lowers, dropping down to the back of my neck, not **** me, but clearly acting posessive. "Hey, Karen, answer your sister's questions, will you?" I nod weakly, still soaking in the afterglow.

"How does it feel? Cumming?" She asks, as innocent as ever.

The hand tightens around my neck a little. I'm not sure if Amy can see that, under my hair. Still not ****, but it's another hint I can't ignore. But... shit. I don't want to make it sound too good, but I can't risk what'll happen if I lie.

"It's like... exploding. But nice. And warm. Like bathing." (Amy hates bathing, prefers showers)

"Is that how it normally is?" I nod. "Then what does the rope do?"

"I... I don't know, it's just nice." I feel a bit more pressure on my neck. Shit. I can't exactly admit that losing control is good. "It's like, the explosion, it keeps you together, keeps the feeling going, instead of coming apart and going away." The pressure lowers again. Amy is quiet for a second.

"Is it better when someone else does it?" I nod again. "Why?"

"It's like... tickling. You can't tickle yourself. Someone else can. You can make yourself cum, but it's better when someone else does it."

There's a pause as Amy hums, thoughtfully. "But doesn't it hurt?" Again, I nod. "So why do you still cum, then?"

I try to think of a way out. There isn't one. I'm don't think I'm a masochist, but I know what these guys want me to say. And I can't think of any way to deflect, or answer in a different way, or...

"It's not that bad." The hand tightens again. "I mean, it feels good. It hurts, but still feels good."

The room goes quiet. The hand on my neck releases, coming back around to the front of my face. The man in front of me moves to cover my mouth again. But... doesn't. Instead, he sticks a couple of his fingers in my mouth, past my closed lips. I know what he wants. It revolts me, but I gently suckle at them, knowing what might happen if I don't, and knowing what will happen if I bite him. I feel so, so absurdly submissive right now, rough calluses brushing against my tongue, an oily aftertaste briefly revolting me.

"So, whaddaya say?" The guy to my side blurts out. "You need more convincing, or..."