Of course not

"You are out of your fucking mind!"

Elizabeth could not believe the nerve of that bastard. A sex ****? There was no way in hell she was going to submit to a man like that. At that point and despite his words, Elizabeth was sure she was going to be ****. At any moment the goons that had kidnaped her would enter the room and **** her to do whatever their boss wanted, but she wasn't going to let it happen without putting on a fight.

Damien shrugged. He had chosen Elizabeth because he wanted to add such a beautiful woman to his collection. Using her as his personal sex **** would have been nice, but it would have also been a shame, loosing such a precious new piece to his collection. In the end he was going to win no matter what her decision was, but the more he thought about it, the more happy he was with the final outcome.

"Alright then".

Elizabeth noticed something on her neck, like a bug bite. Moving her right hand to the point where she was feeling the bite, she found a dart. Elizabeth removed it from her own neck and looked at it with a mix of anger an fear. Had he **** her again? Is that what he wanted? To **** her **** body? Just the thought of it made her sick.
She saw the man getting up, so she wanted to move away out of instinct, but her legs felt stiff and heavy. She wasn't able to move them at all. She tried moving her arms, but it didn't work either. It was a weird sensation, because she could feel her legs and her arms, but at the same time they wouldn't move. It had to be the effects of the **** in the dart. However, she wasn't feeling light headed or anything, her brain was aware of her surroundings. In other words, she was fully awake, but her limbs were paralized.

"What... what's going on?"

Damien reached for her and touched her breasts. They felt even better than he had ever imagined, so soft but at the same time full and firm.

"The serum affects the limbs first, that's what's going on, Elizabeth".

He saw the confusion and fear in her eyes, and it made him feel a dark pleasure that he didn't make any effort to hide. He took a small device, the size of a pen, and aimed it at the woman's legs. He activated it, and suddenly Elizabeth's muscles were able to move again, only not under her control. It simple allowed Damien to change the position of the muscles, so he only had to be careful to put his victim into a kneeling position.

"Soon it will spread through the rest your body"

Elizabeth didn't understand. She was powerless to stop him from manhandling her like he wanted. And it wasn't only her limbs, she felt how she was slowly but steadily losing control of her whole body. Then she stared at the statues, the incredibly realistic women statues. Elizabeth finally understood and cried. No, it couldn't be real, it had to be a nightmare!
She saw the man positioning himself in front of her, taking down his own pants, and stroking his cock to make it hard.

"No! Please! Don't do this to me! I don't wanna die. I'll do what you want. I'll do whatever you want!"

Damien guided his cock with his left hand while grabbing the back of Elizabeth's head with the right. Then he put his cock inside, enjoying the wet and warm interior of the celebrity mouth. It felt great, and he knew she wasn't going to be able to bite. So he started moving his hips back and forth, face fucking the spoiled bitch.

"You are not dying, Elizabeth. Your body will become part of my collection, as my new statue, and you will be trapped inside. You may go crazy in two or three days, but you will be alive".

Elizabeth's face was drenched in tears. She could do nothing as she felt that cock rubbing her tongue, going beyond that, to her throat. She felt her gag reflex, but she couldn't react even to that. She was **** to feel his dick as went in and out again and again. Her body was being rocked, so her breasts heaved violently with each thrust to the point her right tit jumped out of the bra. The man seemed to like it, because he moved his hand, squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple and then twisted it. It was painful and she wanted to scream, but not even that was within her power. The only things she could still move were her eyes, so she looked at the man in the eyes and saw pure glee on them.

Finally Elizabeth felt the cock in her throat throbbing, and knew he was about to cum. The man pulled it half way out, so the tip was still inside, before cumming. Elizabeth could taste his jizz filling her mouth, but she could not either swallow or spit it, so it simple occupied all the avaible room until it leaked from the corners of her lips, sliding down the sides of her chin and dripping to her exposed right tit and her bra, which was still covering the left tit.

The man left the room, leaving Elizabeth alone. How much time did she spent like that? She didn't know. After what could have been a minute but felt like an eternity, other men came inside the room. Elizabeth could no longer move her eyes, so she was **** to look forward, but she felt hands all over her body. She felt someone clining her face and chest, and someone carefully removing her clothes. Four pairs of hands carried her to one of the walls. The device was used on her muscles again, so she was put on a standing position, slightly leaning forward so her breasts would hang and her ass would be more visible, and she was left alone once more.

From time to time, the man in charge, the son of a bitch that had turned her into a living statue, came to contemplate his collection. She heard him walking and saw him whenever he passed in front of her. She also feel his hands on her body and, whenever he felt like it, his cock in either her pussy or her ass. She was often cleaned by the other men, and repositioned now and then, sometimes in more lewd postures, with a hand on her pussy and the other on her tits, and sometimes in more elegant stances, like she was a greek goddess or something like that. And from that point, that was life for Elizabeth.