Elizabeth's eyes were open wide and she started protesting into her gag. Her toned white legs strained wildly at her bonds as her hands desperately tugged to get free. She wanted to make him understand that there was nothing sexual in this experience for her, as though she somehow thought that if he could just be made to understand that he'd stop, as though she somehow thought that his whole plan was based on the assumption that his force would eventually arouse her and that once he realized this he would lose interest and let her go with apologies. Of course, he untrimmed and completely dry sex might have clued him in if he had cared about such things.

When she saw the razor, she went buck wild. She strained even more in her bonds, causing herself to bounce up and down and her tits to go flying every which way. That would be her plan. If she kept up enough movement, then he wouldn't be able to shave her without cutting her badly. If she couldn't stop anything else, maybe she could stop that and preserve herself for when she eventually did get out of here.