The final touches

He grins, enjoying your tied body being displayed so awkwardly, untoward pressure on either your nipples or your wrists as he moves back towards the kitchen counter. You watch in horror as he opens your door slightly and grabs your netbook, and you curse the fact that you never saw it fit to put a password on anything, since you and Jacob were the only ones who used it. He puts the netbook on the far side of your dresser, away from the door, madly typing away at it, making sure you can see the screen.

"Don't worry, I'm just making sure somebody will come get you out eventually." He grinned, and you can see him opening up a chat program. "Okay, time for a video chat..." He turns back to you. "Wouldn't want Jacob to see this, right?"

You shake your head without thinking, pulling away from the chain pulling your clamps to give your arm a rest as he continues.

"Okay. But the rest of your guy friends, on the other hand...." You want to yell, but the open door gives you pause as you see him madly clicking away. "You haven't taken any friend invites from anyone in the building." He shakes his head. "Time to rectify that."

You don't know if he's actually doing any of that, but the mere thought of any of those perverts, deadbeats, or convicts being your 'friend' horrified you, although that was nothing compared to what was about to happen. "Just invited a few of them to a video chat." He steps away from the screen, hitting the enter button as you see what any of the people who accepted 'your' video chat invite are seeing.

Yourself, from the front right side of your bed, naked, cuffed, with clamps on, and two dildos inside of you, your body constantly moving, as if fucking the dildo in your pussy, and the man starts to walk away, pausing near the door.

"Oh yeah. Forgot." He grabs a remote, and flips it on, and you feel the two objects inside of you start to buzz, and you barely stifle a moan.

He looks on unflinchingly as he gradually raises their levels, taking his time watching your thrashing body, the feeling of pulling clamps, your straining arms, and the large ribbed objects filling you up and causing waves of sensation to course over your body, and you cry out in another orgasm, your second of the night...but not your last.

He doesn't let them up, and your tired body tries to rest, but the pull of the clamps is unyielding and just as you think you have a handle on it, he raises the vibrators to the highest setting. You thrash, yank, and move in every different direction, and you don't see him toss the remote on the counter as he walks away, stopping only to pry your door open all the way so that nobody in the hall misses your show or your loud moaning, to go with whoever out of your ex boyfriends or perverted building mates are watching this online....