She decides to try and get some sleep

Mary yawned. She glanced at the clock and was shocked to see that it was already seven in the evening. She never had known what time she'd woken up in that strange room. The last room that she had been naked in, maybe for the rest of her life...

"Maybe I'll try to get some sleep," she said, interrupting her thoughts. She checked and double checked to make sure the front door was locked. She wanted to make absolutely sure that she woke up in her own bed tomorrow.

She locked her bedroom door and checked the window. She opened her nightstand drawer and took out a small revolver. She planned to shoot anyone that tried to abduct her tonight, without hesitation. She set it on her nightstand after checking to make sure it was loaded, and turned off the light.

She layed down and stared at the ceiling for awhile. She wasn't used to sleeping in such restrictive clothing, especially not a corset and heels. But today had worn her out. She'd ran from the police, walked around town, and worried. Not to mention all the orgasms.

She awoke with a start. She didn't remember nodding off but must have, because she'd dreamed nonstop. The dreams were all obscenely sexual, involving her being used in every hole. She bolted upright when she realized what had woken her.

One of her gloved hands was enthusiastically pumping in and out of her throbbing cunt. The other hand was slowly coaxing a leather clad finger into her asshole. She tried to cry out, but her lips seemed to be controlled as well. She could only manage a pitiful whimper, and helplessly writhe, a prisoner in her own bed.

The first orgasm came, and was soon followed by another and another. She soon lost count and passed out not long after. Only when the tension left her body did the dress stop.

Mary slept deeply in a puddle of her own juices.