The Frog bench 3

Without warning, he suddenly reached down, and pinched it. She jerked in the stocks, but managed to keep her silence, brazing herself for another attack. But he stood upright again, looking down at her gleefully. He started to mock her more openly now, grabbing her face and squeezing it, making her cheeks bulge, deforming her features. She started to protest, trying to pull away, but he controlled her easily.

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