Evellyn delights in the Schadenfreude

You hop your way over to stand in front of Evellyn. With a final, mournful sigh you submit to the necessary, and let the flow of time resume. As you suddenly appear in front of her Evellyn stops dead in her tracks, her eyes widening with a breathless gasp and instinctively throwing her arms across her bare breasts before she processes who’s standing in front of her.

She drinks in the sight of you: Bound, gagged, completely naked and helpless - a state to which you’ve previously reduced her time and time again - your chest heaving with the exertion of your ridiculous journey. Before you can attempt to convey the urgency of the situation, she bursts into laughter. It is a melody of pure joy seasoned with sheer incredulity. "This," she says, gesturing at your bound and gagged form, "is quite the performance. Is this some kind of trick? If it is, I have to say, it’s incredibly satisfying!”

You groan through the gag, hopping a bit closer, but Evellyn just laughs, stepping back with mock alarm and an abundance of caution. ”Oh, no, no,” she says, wagging a finger at you, ”I know your games, and I’m not about to fall for another one. But I have to admit, this is very enjoyable. And that gag… poetic justice, if you ask me."

You shake your head frantically, trying to get across this is not a ploy, but all that comes out are more garbled, unintelligible sounds. Evellyn’s eyes flicker with suspicion for a moment, her smile faltering slightly. ”Wait," she says slowly, narrowing her eyes. ”Is this real? You’re actually… gagged? Tied up?” Her eyes flit downwards for a second towards your crotch: ”You’re definitely naked, that part isn’t fake at least, I can tell that much.”

You bounce helplessly in place, trying to get her to understand. Your animated expressions and pleading eyes finally make her pause, and she lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright. Maybe you really are in a bit of trouble. But don’t think for a second you don’t deserve it!" You try to plead with her through muffled groans, hopping awkwardly on the balls of your feet, but Evellyn is having none of it. ”You ditched me," she whispers, her voice low and threatening, ”You left me naked in the woods like some common harlot. And now you come back, expecting me to save you?!”

She saunters over to you and without hesitation, she reaches down, grips your exposed member tightly and gives it a harsh tug, pulling you a step closer to her, nearly nipple to nipple. You grunt through the gag, your body stiffening in response - unsexily. Evellyn’s voice drops to a whisper as she leans in even closer. "If this is a trick, I’ll make you regret it," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear. You wince as her fingers tighten, and she gives your cock another painful squeeze.

You make your eyes as big and puppy-like as you physically can, and nod. "Oh, fine," Evellyn scoffs with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "But only because I want to hear you beg properly. If you start lying, I’m putting it right back in!” You groan again through the gag and after what feels like an eternity, she releases her grip on your dick with a final jerk. She reaches up and unties the ballgag from around your mouth, pulling it free with a satisfying pop.