Nothing at first, since some things are in the way

You buck and twist, but all you manage to do is make your wrists hurt a bit, and you relent, waiting for him to get in range to try to kick him.

Unfortunately, as he comes back, more cuffs in hand, all you manage to do is cause your shoes to wiggle off as he decisively grabs your ankle, cuffing it to one bedpost before doing the same to the other. The cuffs on your ankles, if possible, are rougher then the ones on your wrists, and you lie back submissively as he brings several items, lying them on your dresser so you can see them.

"Don't worry, you'll have them all on you eventually." He sneers, looking over your helpless body. "But first let's get you ready." He again crawls onto the bed, his weight causing you to peter slightly as his hands go to your breasts, squeezing and mauling them through your skimpy top. "A bit small." He opines, and you blush in embarrassment. "Nice nipples, though." His rough hands go under your clothing and pinch them, causing you to arch your back as he plays with them, enjoying your gasps and moans as he pulls, pushes, and twists them, giving one final pull so brutal that your torso is yanked off of the bed with the **** of what he did. As you fall back onto it, the soft mattress cushioning your fall, you feel your torso lifted again, but he's not holding your breasts this time.

He pulls up your top savagely, not bothering with the strings as he yanks it away from your body, and you hear it tear as he keeps pulling. The string behind your back breaks quickly, but the one behind your neck stays, the knot holding as he pulls harder and harder until the flimsy material yanks away.

"You don't need that anymore." You're now down to one item of clothing, and his hands move down to your thighs, not bothering with the foreplay this time as he thrusts a thick finger into your pussy, and you gasp with the sudden intrusion while his other hand plays with your now naked breasts, no longer barely hidden by club wear.

Your moaning causes him to increase the fingers inside of you to two, and he pushes and maneuvers harder and harder inside of you, his free hand doing whatever it wants to your torso as he goes to three fingers, and then four, stretching you further and further until you're at the brink, about to orgasm with him fingerfucking you, molesting your barely willing body restrained on your bed, but then he pulls his hand away, and you cry out, not looking up to see him grabbing your skirt and ripping it in two, tossing the shreds to the side, your last clean clothes now ruined.

A **** buck towards his hands is only met by laughter as he pulls off of the bed, and you turn your head left and right, **** to see where he's gone too....