You Submit, But Not Happily

Finding yourself trapped between the wall and Mrs. North's bulge, you do have the urge to run, but just as you consider it reason overrides this instinct. The simple realization that it won't do you any good, that if you do try to run it will only mean more brutal treatment, drains the energy from your tensed limbs and causes you to go loose. Your breathing becomes deeper and more regular and your eyes slowly film over. This is going to happen. Mrs. North is going to fuck you, probably damage you, and maybe even kill you and there's nothing you can do about it. Well, almost nothing. You meet her predatory gaze with a glassy stare.

"Alright," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "where?"

"Cooperation?" Mrs. North says, her smile widening, "Just like that? You must really be a slut for girlcock."

"Not really," you admit, "I just understand how things work. If I resist, you will **** me into submission. That is what your kind does."

You're not really sure what inspired you to put the distainful inflection into the term "your kind" but it seems to have an effect on Mrs. North. She doesn't like it, but doesn't seem to know how to react to it. You take advantage of her momentary confusion to continue.

"So, it's like this," you tell her, "I will do what you tell me. I'll submit my body to you because I have to. You do what you need to and I'll try not to think about what you're doing to me. Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Now Mrs. North is definitely looking uncomfortable. She did indeed intend to use your body for her enjoyment whether you wanted to be used or not, but she obviously doesn't like being cast in the role of unfeeling predatory monster, especially if her "prey" is not willing to play along. She also seems a little disturbed by your sudden "blank" demeanor. She's used to boys being scared, begging to be spared or trying to deal. Your simple, almost suicidal acceptance of what is going to happen to you...well that's not the way this is supposed to go as far as she's concerned. Mrs. North is faced with a bit of a challenge here.

"My office, young man," she finally says, now all business, "Now."

You don't resist. You walk beside her with the same blank expression, still preparing yourself for the worst.