Offer to free her

You allow her to waddle in indecision for a few more humiliating steps, before you stop time again, and reappear right behind her when time resumes. You firmly press your body against her back, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close. Your other hand is quick to lay claim to one of her oily tits, mauling the soft flesh betwixt your fingers. You feel her body tense, before trying to squirm away; she's slippery as an eel, but you hold her tight. You drop her breast and slide your hand up, gripping her chin and turning her flushed face towards you to meet your eyes. Your fingers teasingly thumb her lower lip, and then, with a quick tug, you pull the soaked garter from between her teeth.

She immediately spits a demand: "Hng, get your f- filthy hands off me, you filthy cad!"

”Tsk, tsk, still such fervor even now? I think one should know when the time for demands has passed. Besides..." You slowly run a hand across her oil-slicked breast and give it a possessive squeeze, "all I’m doing is giving you a complementary massage. I'm just being generous - it’s impolite to refuse a gift."

She struggles against you, but her hobbled legs and bound wrists make the attempt weak. Her voice cracks with humiliated fury as your other hand flicks her stiff nipple, and then lazily drifts down across her greasy belly towards her thighs.

”What was your name again? I do apologize, but I quite forgot. I had... other things on my mind.”

”Lady Evellyn,” she says, trying to instill the title with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances.

” ‘Lady’ Evellyn,” you repeat with a mocking lilt, ”rather ignoble situation you find yourself in. Some might even say plebeian, like a common wench on a drunken bender.”

”I’m still a knight!”

Your amusement is audible. You squish her cheeks. ”More like a toy-version of one. At the moment you’re just a brat playing pretend while she’s wiggling her plump oily ass against my cock in a filthy alley. Any second now someone might pass by and see your predicament.”

Evellyn bites her tongue, throwing an anxious glance at the mouth of the alley.

”I’ll make you a generous offer”, you whisper politely into her ear. Your fingers trace the undersides of her heavy, glistening breasts. ”If you ask me nicely, and behave like a proper young lady and submit to me, I’ll remove your bonds — maybe even give you a towel or somesuch. Refuse, and I fear I’ll have to keep enjoying this delightfully drippy version of you for a little while longer… as recompense for you assaulting me with a sword and all that.”

I’m curious to see what the readership thinks she should do