You blink

You blink, and the next thing you feel is her foot smashing into your crotch, waves of pain filling your body. You almost fall to the ground, but manage to stay kneeling, and by the time you look back at Amy she's back in the position she started in, as if nothing had happened.

You look at her body, but then you realize she's talking. "This is the next part of the game," she says. "You're not worthy to look at my body, bitch, so look at my face. If you look away from my face or blink, it's another kicking for {if@ Male==true}your poor balls{else}that cunt of yours{endif}."

You look at her face, which isn't a hardship, her sadistic smile is kind of a turn-on.

"Now you're not looking at my body, of course, I can move it," she says. "Remove this top... this blouse..."

You continue to look at her face, but you so want to look down, being able to see her flesh just with your peripheral vision. You wonder what she's wearing beneath the blouse, wonder how you'll be able to resist if she removes anymore.

"Don't look at my perfect breasts," she tells you, "my long legs, my toned body."

The more she tells you not to do something, the harder it becomes to not do it, and if that's not bad enough, it looks like she's winning the current staring contest. You feel yourself about to blink.