Like a frayed bundle of nerves.

The slight tremors she felt under her fingers told her that someone had finally come back. But they were not alone.

A loud gasp escaped from behind her gag. Not so much from her holding her breath, but relief that she wasn't forgotten and was left to starve. The anxious knots of tension in her body melted away so deeply, that she couldn't control her bladder. As the warm liquid cascaded from between her slit down her leg, she felt no shame that other people could watch her piss herself.

Just so long as it meant she wasn't alone anymore.

The muted mumbling around her seemed to be completely indifferent to what had just happened, and a soft weight suddenly dropped onto her butt. Her head perked up and turned as much as it could, an automatic response to stimuli, given her lack of vision. But from the way it deformed around her hips and the finger-tips prodding around, she surmised that it was a bag of some kind on top of her, and someone was looking for something inside it.

Another weight, this one flat and hard, landed squarely on the top of her head. It suddenly seemed to grow heavier, and the downward pressure fighting against the restraint keeping her head up, pinched her neck tightly. Not tight enough to **** her, but enough to make her fear for it. There was a flurry of movement, and the smell of dirt, leather, and cigarette smoke wafted down into her nostrils. A soft grunt almost coughed out of her, when the weight was removed, and then immediately replaced. Albeit, she could detect the slightest difference in the angle from the one before.

If anyone could have seen them, her eyebrows shot upwards when she realized what those weights were. Once, she would have been enraged to have had anyone even think that they could do this to her, but now, having been reduced down to a bench, she was nothing but grateful to feel even these ghosts of human contact. From under her mask, some clear liquid began to stream down and combine with her drool to drip onto the floor. Was it sweat or tears? No one could tell.

The next thing she felt made her flinch forwards. A cold, wet, and slimy feeling liquid slathered all over her exposed pussy and asshole. A shiver coursed through her when gloved fingers smeared the liquid against her inner walls, and a high-squeak made it's way out when a nozzle tip pierced into her star, and filled that cavity up as well.

She squirmed and wriggled wildly against her restraints, obviously uncomfortable. But more than discomfort, she felt excitement. There was no doubt in her mind that it was lube that they were using on her, and could not wait for what was about to happen.