Marissa cringes as far as she can in the bindings, too wildly frightened to register the light touch as something gentle at first.  Even after the initial fear, she trembles under those fingers and the unfamiliar softness of them.  At the command to breathe she does her best, but the fear has a firm grip on her and her heart feels like it might burst.  The forced deep breath makes her mind stead and she turns her head to watch as best she can when Naiobe moves.<br/><br/>"W-what is that?" she asks but the answer comes soon enough and she hisses and whimpers in pain as the plug is forced into her clenched ass.  The hard glass is unyielding and despite her efforts her flesh is.  The woman gives a loud cry as the wide part pushes inside and her sore muscles clamp down on it.  It's big, feels huge inside her and she finds she can't relax or push it out, only endure the stretched feeling.  And even that is interrupted by more whiplashes, drawing fresh screams and renewed sobbing as she lays helpless before her tormentor.<br/><br/>"Please... please... n-no more... Please..." her begging is muffed by the bed and her sobbing.