She began struggling in earnest, which caused Tiberius to start laughing. This was exactly what he'd wanted. He pushed her down against the bed, avoiding her flailing hands easily enough. He could see her and everything she was doing; she couldn't see him. Even without the disparity in their strength, that would have given him the advantage. Leaning his weight forward onto her to keep her pinned, Tiberius ripped a long strip of fabric off of one layer of petticoat that fanned out across her back. He twisted it into a cord and slipped it over the top of her head, intending to slip it into her mouth as a gag — though one long enough that he could pull it behind her head and keep his grip on it, like reigns on a horse. A wild horse, perhaps, that hadn't been broken in yet.

"Settle down, you minx," he said harshly into her ear, though he didn't much care if she did. He remembered the last time they'd done this, and he wasn't worried about her transforming. She wanted this as much as he did, maybe more. The thought brought a sinister chuckle to his throat. He moved one hand down between her legs and reached up to feel the contours of her cunt through her panties. "You might enjoy it."