Yes, but not happily

Meekly, Michelle moved over, still stroking her cunt. She glanced back at the video camera and then over to Ivan, finally taking in the size of his cock. It was definitely bigger than she was hoping he would be. Even as open and wet as she was making herself, she knew that this was going to hurt.

Ivan climbed up onto the bed and lay down on his back, pointing at his groin imperiously. "Do your duty, ****."

With a soft whimper of final hopeless denial, she shifted around and raised herself over him. She glanced at the camera again as she pressed the head of his cock where none had ever been before and moaned softly at the pleasure it brought. She turned back to Ivan and stared into his cold eyes. "I, Michelle the Knifethrower, do hereby swear that I accept my enslavement to Ivan Ivanova for a period not less than three years." She closed her eyes tightly and sank down onto him in one thrust, tearing through her hymen as a sob escaped her throat and a single tear rolled down her cheek.