Her mouth open as she gasped in air, she couldn't fight as the fingers was put in her mouth, and greedily she cleaned them off, her eyes closing. She felt sick at the way she was behaving, but she knew there was nothing she could do right now. Submission or death. That was the choice. She felt the cold brushing to her cunt, and she realised it must still be gaping, and she looked down, in shame, not knowing what else was going to happen to her now. If she asked to be released, it might not happen, so she didn't try.
"I know my place." She said quietly, licking the juices from her lips.