Eventually, to your great surprise, you hear a wretch. You are slid up the throat and forcefully ejected from the mouth of your captor. You shiver, coated in saliva and stomach juices, the air is cold and you are terrified. Your austere captor sits on the bed of your old room, her legs crossed, wiping her mouth, ”Well, you wanted to live didn’t you?” She uncrosses her legs, revealing her pussy, “Lick it dog!” she says. You crawl humbly and get to work, sliding the folds of her vaginal walls aside and tenderly kissing her pussy, she leans back and strokes your head, “You will give me information, advice, when I want, it will be accurate or I will swallow you. I wont let you out next time.” She lets out a moan, “You will remain here, tied to the post of the bed, eat when I say, go to the toilet when I say. You will please me when ever I demand it, if you ever displease, I will eat you.” You sob once as your life is laid out before, she giggles and musses up your hair, “You can cry, it only turns me on more.” She says cruelly. Your life has been set out for you and it is clear that you are no longer the king.