Yes, I'll behave.

"Good."

Smotherella throws you onto her royal bed and slips off her leggings, then motions for you to get on your back. You obey immediately, and she wastes no time sitting on your face, covering it with her crotch. As she grabs a handful of your hair, you get to work. As you service her, she grinds it into your face, finally filling your mouth with her squirt.

As she moans with pleasure, you feel a pang of regret. You regret not being strong enough to beat her. You tell yourself it could be way worse, but you really wish it were you sitting on top, getting head for the rest of your life from your own personal slave. A bitter feeling of resignation washes over you, as does her cum. It finally sets in: this is your life now.

You are completely and utterly defeated.