You've got a little fight left in you

You know things look bad, but you’re not a quitter. You refuse to let yourself be intimidated, and continue to try and struggle.

“Oh good,” she cooed. “I was hoping you’d keep struggling. Not that it will do you any good.” She was getting herself pretty worked up by her success, and was putting less and less effort into holding you down. “You know,” she said. “Since you spent your whole workout looking me up and down, I think it’s only fair that I should get to look you over.”

Suddenly you realize that she was untying your gym shorts, and starting to pull them down. You feel ashamed. She might be able to pin you, but she wasn’t going to strip you down. With a sudden adrenaline rush, you are able to temporarily unseat her but she shifts her weight back to your upper body forcing you onto your back.

“You have 2 choices,” she tells you. “Either you satisfy me exactly as I command you, or I knock your ass out.”

“What’s it going to be?”