Yes

You drop the bottle, and it lands on the blanket, rolling harmlessly away. The man nods. "Now that's a good girl. See, now we do things the nice way. Just keep following my orders. Pants down." You reluctantly obey, sliding your pants off, revealing your pussy. It's so weird that it's yours, if that makes any sense. It feels alien, unfamiliar. "Why don't you start by masturbating a bit for me? It get's me all excited."

You stare at him blankly. How do girls masturbate again? A moment later, he growls. "Alright, you don't have to. I'll just remember that." He moves accross the room and grabs you by the wrists, forcing your legs apart with his knees. There's fear in your eyes but your throat closes up and you can't speak. He flips you on the bed, so your butt is facing up towards him, and your face is in a pillow. "Make sure to bite it, it'll distract you from the pain. Now, I don't got any lube, so we're gonna use nature's gift." You feel a few drops of something hit your ass, and he rubs it onto your anus. Spit, you realize. He's rubbing spit on your asshole. He repeats the process a few more times, until you feel something, the head of his penis, touching your rosebud gently. For now, you guessed, it probably wouldn't be that gentle in a few seconds.