"Yeah, she'll make a nice little slave girl." Your assailant decides after thinking for a minute.
"I"m not going to be your slave!" you object.
Neither nurse nor her assistant pay any attention to your objections. Instead the nurse puts in, "You do have work to do, and I am not letting you off so you can play with her."
"But if I wait, she'll run off!" he pleas, but gets no sympathy from the nurse. Thinking frantically, he offers, "Wait, if I eat her now and digest her slowly, she won't reform until quiting time. That OK?"
"If you get your work done." the nurse agrees. She does not seem at all concerned that you have been raped, and are about to be devoured and then enslaved. [Now is not the time to wonder if you really object either. Time to do something before you don't have a choice.] Getting to your feet, you make a run for the door.
You get about halfway before your would-be owner tackles you from behind and you find yourself on the floor on your face. You desperately try to get to your feet, only to find your legs do not work right. Looking over your shoulder, you see why.
The boy has grabbed and swallowed your feet! You frantically wave and wiggle everything, but to no avail. Your ankles vanish into that maw and he starts up your calves [which you notice are rather nice and trim.]
You are helpless. In fact, you will not be able to resist at all until he has consumed half of your thighs, and you doubt you will able to do much then, but until then, you can only lie here and ... enjoy it? Wait! how can...?
His lips and tongue are sliding over your sensitive skin and every lick and caress is stimulating you. Your excitement is rapidly building. You can't let him control your emotions like this, can you? Desperately you try to resist, but as your knees receive his kiss, you are overcome by a tidal wave of emotion and when he finally is high enough on your thighs for your fingernails to scratch him, you come with soul-shattering intensity, and your hands flop to the floor as you lose all will to do anything.
He picks them up and guides them to your damp desire and you find yourself playing with yourself. You try to tell yourself that you have not surrendered, or at least that it doesn't matter at this point whether you resist or not.
The second argument seems rather accurate. His jaws reach the apex of your thighs and his tongue aids your attempt to get over the top, which leads to a screaming success. A moment later your hands and hips are in his throat and your doom seems clear.
Now his hands clasp your eager mounds and you can feel them swell with emotion until they ache. Your nipples are painfully hard and you are desperate for release, which comes as his lips finally reach those inviting breasts.
Your sensitive set is consumed rapidly and then your shoulders are next. Soon his lips surround your slender neck. But now you shutter from a series of ripples of ecstasy, each stronger than the one before it. You are not sure when in the series his lips close over your head, nor how many times you climax before you faint. You merely know that you wake as a lump of meat in his belly, and hearing the nurse ordering, "Now back to work."