As you realize that to refuse would mean almost certain death, you understand that the only way to possible escape out of this with your life is to pleasure the ogress. You also remember that she said that if you do, she will make it pleasant for you.
"Ok.", you say.
"Good.", the ogress purrs in her deep bass rumble.
"Since you have agreed, I will let you choose your first service to me."
You choose to...