She was still gasping as he pointed to the bed and spoke.  She gazed at him with eyes hard and cold, tears still in those vivid gray depths as she struggled not to let herself indulge in even thinking about how much she wanted him dead.  She turned and moved to the bed in a few motions, her back to him, though she looked over as she saw him opening the cabinet, waiting to see what he pulled out.  The sight of the butt plug, at least she was fairly -sure- that was what she was looking at, made her nervous as hell.  She'd never done anal, and the idea of this violent and obviously crazy man doing it to her terrified her.<br/><br/>Still, she complied, she turned slowly, laying her chest against the bed, sliding her legs apart slightly,  with her face burrowed against the bed cloths her hands reached up to grasp the full round mounds of her little ass cheeks, spreading them for him as he'd demanded, a whimper of nervous fear and discomfort escaping her as she felt that cool liquid gliding along that tight puckered hole.  she then yelped as he swatted her, muffling the sound slightly against the blankets.