She tries to find a way...

Tears of frustration rolled down Rita's pretty cheeks. "DAMNIT", she screamed, wadding up the piece of paper in front of her and throwing it in the trash with all the others. Since Rita couldn't seem to talk about what had happened without lapsing into language that would make a whore blush, she'd decided to try writing it out. The results were six sheets of wadded paper in the trash, filled with lewd written fantasies and explicit doodle that were not her own. But she had created them.

Along with the papers in the trash were a pair of pliers. She had ruined the blade on them trying to remove the jewelry she had been stuck with. The rings were completely unharmed. In addition, all her clothes had been taken and replaced. She was currently wearing a tight, silver dress. it was sleeveless with a tall, stiff collar. A hole in the front showed off her nice tits. It was so short that she didn't dare let her legs apart at all, even alone in her room. She hadn't been supplied with any underwear.

Rita had been dealing with all this since she had woken up, just under an hour ago. She happened to glance over at the clock as it turned from 10:59 to 11:00. The piercings moved. They trembled with a delicious vibration, the ones in her labia rattling against each other. The vibrations from her nipples traveled deep. She couldn't believe how good it felt, and how humiliating. "Ohmigod," she started, but her words were cut off by an electric shock . She cried out and was shocked again. It seemed to only happen when she spoke. She tested the theory.

"Test," she said and was shocked. 'OK, I'll just wait it out' she thought. But the vibrations felt SO good… Soon a moan escaped her, and when it did, she was shocked.