Alison's resistance

Alison sat on the bed in heat, moaning painfully as her hands seemed to move by themselves. The hose encased within her legs were drenched in sweat and her face was bright red. "Now than, perhaps you'll be a little more compliant?" John spoke. Alison spat at him, trying desperately to take her hand out of her crotch. Despite her smile she wiggled and resisted still, if to little effect. Foreign thoughts of obedience still swarmed around in her head. "I see you've a stronger will than I thought. We'll just have to fix that now won't we?"