In my incapacitated state, there's nothing I can do to either remove the vibrators, or to prevent myself from cumming. My pussy explodes. I try to ignore this. I can feel my anguish build up, and I try so hard to move. Move your arms... move yor arms... I think to myself. After a while I feel my right arm twitch. I try to continue from there, eventually I am able to move my hand to my face. I try to remove the ball, but it's strapped to hard to me. Slowly I move my hand down to my pussy to try to remove the second vibator, the one causing me the humiliating orgasms. As I do, my father returns.
"So you've got a bit of movement back have you?" he observes as he approaches me. "well we'll have to stop that." He tears my dress into strips and uses it to tie my hands firmly to the headboard.
"You know, if you don't like that vibrator in your pussy, we can always try something else in there..."
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