Clyde Gastin Vs. Heather Sunderland

Clyde was stoopified. He couldn't deny his physical attraction to Heather and a desire for something like this to happen but the fact she was doing this anyway out of her own desire without realizing what her actions could do, frustrated Clyde, especially with how he just being humiliated thanks to this accursed rope!

Her promise to put out him out cold with several smothers flustered him slightly before he glared at her and began to holler before she even told him he could. "LISTEN HERE HEATHER SUNDERLAND! If Yooou think you can just do all this and not expect payback, you got another thing comin'! Ya best pin me now because if you start doin' your...T-Thing Im gonna kick your a-MMPPHHHHRRRRR!!!" Clyde shot back angrily at Heather he tugged at his restraints, it was bad enough that he was sexually frustrated thanks to his thing with Mercy but this wasn't helping one bit and the fact Heather had him reduced to chew toy was humiliating enough.

Clyde had little time to react however as Heather sat down on Clyde's face, resting her muff above his mouth and nose, silencing the cowboy and leaving him to angrily squirm underneath Heather, kicking his feet violently.

Clyde growled angrily and bucked more violently as Heather told him to shut up, only to end up having a swift punch to his stomach make him curl up a bit and cease the struggling less. He then shut his eyes tightly and released an aroused groan as Heather bounced on him and pressed her crotch tightly on his face, his legs twitching slightly as he fought for air and struggled with the brutal sensation between his and in his head, telling him over and over to not surrender.

He had too much pride and refused to mess up things with Mercy by submitting to someone who left him, even if he wanted to. "Mmn Nhm!" He let out with a defiant and muffled 'Nuh uh' to decline Heather's offer, narrowing his eyes at her.

"M-Mmmph!!" Clyde howled with eyes shut tightly as Heather rubbed her crotch down on Clyde's face to cut off his air, feeling her hands grip his hair to face his mouth and nose tight against her lace covered crotch where she began to grind herself against the cowboy, rocking his head back and forth limply as she did so, her heavy breaths and slight moans getting him worked up as he was forced into this humiliating defeat and public display.

"Grrrrmmmmphhh..." Clyde let out, barely registering Heather's words before he began to fade off into a slumber, her grinding rocking his limp head back and forth, side to side before Clyde released one last faint breath and passed out underneath Heather, his head limp within her clutches.

Passing out underneath Heather, Clyde could do little to defend himself from Heather's sensual onslaught as she used him for her own gains, reduced to nothing more as a play-tool for Heather until he was out it once again, making it her 2nd KO, which didn't last long as Heather slammed her rump down hard Clyde's chest, making Clyde's eyes bulge as his body jolted up, coughing a bit.

"-G-Guuuhhh...Ughhhh..." Clyde groaned weary after being rendered unconscious then made to wake up yet again, unable to speak out.

Clyde groaned somewhere between annoyance and weariness at Heather's words though his otherwise very blurry vision that would clear up just in time to see Heather's ass being placed inches away from his face, making his cheeks turn red as she stared at her panty covered ass, watching it wiggle in front of him, making him frown slightly while his eyes watched locked on them.

He looked at the cameras to his right and he felt like he was going to go mad from the two choice he was given and what they could cost him. His pride or something else. Would Mercy even respect him or just laugh at him?

"I ain't doin' that Heather! I-I Give alright!? 'Nuff with this crap! Untie me dammit!" He demanded.