You double down

After a long, tense moment, Evellyn finally steps forward, her hands once again unfastening the gag and pulling it free. For a second, you consider saying something useful. But of course, impulse control has never been your strong suit, forever subservient to your sense of comedic timing.

"Y'know, you’d look prettier if you smiled more often… and showed off your tits while you’re at it."

For a split second, Evellyn is perfectly still. Her expression is blank, save for her eyes burning into yours with an intensity that would probably incinerate you if it could.

Then, faster than you can react, her fist crashes into your face.

Stars explode in your vision as your head snaps back, the pain radiating like wildfire. You barely have time to register the hit before she’s on you again, forcing the gag back into your mouth. The leather straps bite into your skin, silencing any further attempts at witty comebacks. You feel the iron taste of blood on your lips. “You’re unbelievable,” Evellyn mutters, her voice cold with a frustrated edge. She pushes you to the ground with a firm shove, and you land hard on your back, still reeling from the punch, cock up like a flagpole. The world spins slightly, and you groan through the gag, though you’re not sure if it’s from the pain or from your continued refusal to learn.

Without another glance, Evellyn clasps her hands in front of her boobs and walks off into the foliage, leaving you lying flat on your back like a helpless idiot. Even now, two pithy words shoot through your mind: ”Worth it.”