[P] Surrender

That was bad... In this situation, Pippa doesn't believe that she could win a fight, and even if she won, it will hurt her, at best.

Surrender? That would reduce the other wounds of loosing a fight, but could her pride accept that.

Flight... Pippa was a small gnome with small legs, it was a centaur with horse legs and hooves, she wouldn't go very far before get caught... but there will still be a chance... and he would be angry...

Pippa was in a dilema. She let her lust put her in this situation, she should accept the consequences... and minimyzing the pain.

So she surrendered.

"Ok, alright sir, you won. I'll lay on the rock and let you mount me.

Please be gentle, sir, please."

She lays down on her stomach on the rock, silently crying, opening her legs, bracing herself, and hoping she could take it.

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[P] Surrender

[P] lay down