Violet Sabrewing adored jokes—particularly the kind that left her speechless. More accurately, she worshipped gags. It was unclear whether this craving existed before Lena began her 'special training' with the young hummingbird, but now Violet knew the ecstasy of forced silence intimately—the stretch of her beak held wide for hours, saliva dripping in slick strands, every attempted word reduced to a muffled groan vibrating through her swollen gag. She'd fallen in love with the sensations, down to the quivering tips of her feathers.  

"Thank you for helping me," Violet whispered, her voice trembling with barely restrained desire.  

Kneeling naked in the center of Lena's bedroom, she arched her back slightly, ensuring her body remained hyper-aware—no clothing to dull the exquisite torment. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her, the rough rope biting into her skin. 

Lena loomed over her, holding up a pair of soaked panties still warm from Violet’s body. "Not at all, little bird," she purred, tracing the hummingbird’s jawline with a fingertip. "Now open wide".

Violet obeyed instantly, her beak parting. Lena didn’t rush. She kneaded the fabric into a tight damp ball, letting Violet watch every deliberate movement before pressing it deep into her mouth.  

The groan that escaped Violet was obscenely grateful. The panties settled heavily on her tongue, the cotton swollen with her own musk, the faint tang of arousal unmistakable. She clenched around the gag instinctively, her throat working as she fought not to drool—and failed. A thick strand of spit escaped, painting her chin.  

"*Mmmph!*"  

Lena smirked. "Don’t worry, darling. We’re just getting started."  

Another pair of panties appeared—Lena’s this time, freshly peeled off. Violet’s wings fluttered helplessly as they were stuffed alongside the first, the double thickness stretching her beak obscenely wide. Her muffled cries grew frantic, her tongue pinned flat, every swallow sending vibrations through the soaked fabric.  

"*Mmmfmf!!! Hmmfm!*"  

Saliva pooled rapidly now, saturating the wadded cotton until it expanded further, locking itself against the roof of her mouth. Violet’s hips jerked—she couldn’t help it—her thighs squeezing together as a fresh wave of heat pulsed through her.  

Lena wasn’t done.  

A silk stocking slithered against Violet’s cheek before being fed into her gagged maw. Then another. Each thrust deeper, stretching her beyond what she thought possible, until her beak strained around the bulk, her jaw trembling with exhaustion and bliss.  

"*Hmmfm! Mfmfff! Mfmfm!*"  

Lena wiped a glistening strand of spit from Violet’s chin and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Good girl. But let’s make sure you *stay* quiet."  

The roll of duct tape hissed as it unraveled. Violet’s eyes rolled back as the first strip sealed her beak shut, the adhesive yanking at her feathers with every wrap. Lena worked methodically—over, under, around—until Violet’s entire lower face was a glistening, sticky prison.  

When she was done, Lena tipped Violet onto her side, admiring the way her bound body arched and twitched, her muffled whines reduced to weak, rhythmic hums.  

"Enjoy," Lena murmured, stepping back. "I’ll be back to check on you... *soon*."  

Alone, Violet writhed. The gag was perfection—inescapable, overwhelming, *hers*. She ground her thighs together, keening softly as pleasure and restraint coiled tighter and tighter inside her.  

"*Mmff… Hmphmfm… Mfmfmfm…*"  

She had never been happier.