Selena the mannequin

"What are you gonna do?" Selena asked, scared.

"You'll see," Henry said. "From now on, Selena Gomez is my poseable mannequin. She will no longer need to eat, drink, sleep, or use the bathroom. She will have no thoughts cycling through her head other than 'I am a mannequin. I exist to be posed.' playing on loop."

"Wait wha-?" Selena asked before she was cut off. Her ass stopped bouncing, her eyes glazed over and she lay frozen on the floor.

"I am a mannequin. I exist to be posed," she thought. "I am a mannequin. I exist to be posed."

Henry smiled. "You know the best part about you being a mannequin now, Selena? I can fuck you without your permission."

He stripped her naked and got her into a more enticing position.

After admiring her, he went to work fucking her.