Dread crept up her throat alongside his cum, but Melanie didn't let it show. The realization of her situation was finally setting in, and as much as she would've liked to fight it, she spoke docilely to keep her supposed "master" pacified. "Yes... chief master," was all she managed. Thoughts continued to fill her head. She wondered if she'd be tight ever again, or if there'd ever be a moment where there wasn't some trace of his cum inside of her. Melanie saw herself from a distance, slurping at the lewd mire beneath her, and was ashamed. She'd done as he'd asked like a dog, accepting the idea of living like this. Fuck! How could she have forgotten? Samara and Busco and Korlish and Walsh, Diana too, even Ravindra, Tom, Sally, Chief Chief, and the lot. They would've wanted her out of there, and she knew that the moment he let her be, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.