Ring gag has become cockring gag.

"I'm stuck," said Glenn.

She tried to make a noise but talking with a mouthful of locked in cock is impossible. Instead she only made her throat move in ways that made his eyes go wide and his hands fly back to her head.

"Oh fuck," he said, gasping.

Her face was half covered by the strap but her fear was still visible. The excitement had transformed and though the sexual energy was not totally gone the moment was now one where there was much more frisson than intended. She tried desperately to remain calm, the only thing more terrifying than the current situation being the thought of ripping off Glenn's cock, **** to **** on it, or both. The little voice at the back of her mind quietly asked if there was a better way to go than **** on a fat cock but the louder voice at the front wanted a way out. She wiggled but the same helplessness she felt before intensified as she found herself unable to tell him what to do.

"Lara, what do I do? It's stuck," he said.

Lara couldn't say anything. She was struggling not to **** to **** on his cock. By flexing certain muscles in her throat she found she could get enough of a gap to breathe, but only a little, and the muscles were weak. Even if she could have breathed, she couldn't talk while gagged and couldn't even charades her way through with her hands tied to her ankles. Desperately, she flung her eyes around trying to find some way to tell him to undo the gag strap.