Take the high road.

Sometimes in life, you come to that fork in that road, and have to make a decision.

A decision between what you need to do, and what you want to do.

You don’t need to keep humiliating this proud woman.

But you want to.

You don’t need to fuck her in the pussy.

But you want to.

You also don’t need to fuck her in the ass.

But again, you really want to.

“Please…please, don’t fuck me.”

Felicity’s whimpering voice brings you out of your internal tug-of-war and back into the reality squirming before you now.

Your hands are still firmly and fully groping her asscheeks, her slender legs barely able to offer more than a shake here and a twitch there with the paralyzing effects of her poison-projectiles currently in effect.

You’ve been eyeing up her bare body for more than a few moments now.

In that time, you could’ve been balls-deep in at least one of her holes, and, judging by her visibly quivering lips, she knows it.

She knows that you’ve got her at your mercy, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.

If anything, this is just old-fashioned karma she’s had coming for a long time.

How many other guys came to this room, got stuck by a feather, and went through the same gauntlet of emotions she’s going through now?

The fear, the uncertainty, she knows what that all feels like now.

And that…is punishment enough as you stand up.

Her shapely, round posterior is still exposed, but no longer in danger of receiving any sudden ‘houseguests’ anytime soon.

Felicity keeps whimpering, seemingly expecting you to do something.

And you do, walking around her in all her quivering, shivering shame.

“Looks like you’ve got a blemish on your perfect record now. Be happy that’s the only blemish I’m leaving on you tonight,” you tell her in a confident tone.

The brunette slowly, tentatively, lifts her head up to see you towering above her.

Your erection is visibly straining against your pants, but there’s always other ways to find a release in this place.

For now, that outlet won’t be in her.

“T-thank you,” she stutters out, relief nearly cracking her once smug and sultry voice.

“Yeah.” Hearing her so broken like that, it was almost a decent substitute for being able to break her bodily with your dick.

Almost.

“Try not to piss yourself while you’re down there.” Turning, you give one last once-over to the room that very nearly spelled your doom.

All her books and birdcages. Benches and bright windows.

Discarded scraps of paper…and finally the door leading to the next room.

Walking around the defeated Felicity, you move to the back of her specialized lab, heading towards the exit.