"I'm sorry! Please have mercy."

Smotherella laughs. A moment ago you were all gung-go about escaping. Now she's got you right where she wants you: between her knees and begging for mercy. And after roughly a minute of the worst scissorhold you've ever been in, she finally lets you drop to the floor, gasping and heaving.

There's a deadly serious tone in her voice as she bends over and makes eye contact with you. "Now, are you gonna behave, or would you like to go between my legs one last time?"

"Y-yes," you stammer. "I'll behave."

"Good," she says, her tone switching back.

Smotherella grabs you by your thong and violently throws you onto the bed, then slips off her leggings, andmotions 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.