According to the admirer: You are lying on your back with your hands, ankles, and mouth taped shut. There is no bra, so I can see your nipples through your shirt. You mimic a struggle as your clothes are slowly lifted, exposing more of your body. Someone enters the room to fuck you and your struggle becomes more and more fierce, you try to push them away from you. As they possess you and penetrate you, the moans of anguish turn into moans of pleasure, and though you don't stop struggling, your attempts to push them away are weak and half-hearted.