Éowyn grunted against the cloth, biting down. Tears of frustration and embarrassment were trying to force their way to her eyes, and she lacked the strength, right now, to stop them. The breeze was cold against her wet cunt, making her shiver in an all-too-pleasurable way; the chain clanked quietly as she obediently (oh, how she hated that obedience!) lowered her hands back to her aching pussy.

It didn't take long, and that was worst of all. It was only a few moments more before she bucked against her hands, biting down hard on the fabric to stifle her moans, her skin goosepimpling and her toes curling instinctively as she came.