Jules lets out a yelp of pain as the hair smacks him on the cheek, such a frail thing seeming so hard as it smacks his face.  He is stunned, offering no resistance as her finger moves over his lip.  Blinking in surprise at the kiss, then his wincing as she bites him.  Tries to return the favor, but she has pulled away.<br/><br/>He shakes his head from side to side, fighting to keep that ballish thing away from his mouth, but he can do little to stop it, and soon, his lips are wrapped about the ball.  He tries to push it out with his tongue, to get nowhere, it is stuck in his mouth.<br/><br/>Jules whimpers as his body is forced to shift position.  Giving a fierce tug against the vines holding his wrists, and again, not getting them free.  He tries to move, but all he does is wiggle is ass in the air.  Gritting his teeth as her finger moves over his ass and his sac and his cock.  Swallowing nervously, hearing her words.  Not at all comforting, something he is sure she didn't intend anyway.<br/><br/>He lets out a mmmpfh as the crop, that he didn't know she had, crashes into his thigh.  Teeth, biting down on the that gag.  Determined to hold out, not give her any more satisification as the second blow lands, causing an ugly red welt to rise on his thigh.  Still not screaming, but each blow strips away a bit more of his resolve to be silent.