No, I do NOT!!

"NO!" you shout, something inside of you snapping. Not this time! You've had enough! Fuck this! "LET ME GO!!"

You try pummeling his chest with your hands and pulling away, but he has you trapped. The mannequin's arms are suddenly strong and unmovable, as they gradually, inexorably, bring your face to his lips...

"Mmmmph!!!"

His lips touch your mouth, which smears your lipstick (you've never kissed while wearing lipstick before). Fuck, a tongue! Oh-my-fucking-god, a warm-wet tongue is probing past your lips and pressing against your teeth.

THIS FREAKY MANNEQUIN HAS A TONGUE!

Open your mouth.

Says the earpiece.

No way are you going to be doing that!!

"Aaack!" You jerk in surprise as he works a finger inside your panties and between your ass cheeks. Taking advantage of your shout, he darts his tongue into your mouth feeling it around. You try and bite on it, but it makes no difference, of course. He's a mannequin.

Insert your tongue into his mouth.

No, no, no, no, no! You try valiantly to fight it.

Insert your tongue into his mouth.

The computer repeats.

"Mnnoph!"

You mumble in desperation as you feel his hands molesting your pussy and asshole. And then...

... the mannequin freezes.

It just stops all movement. The hand on your head holds completely still, your lips still firmly pressed to his, his tongue still deep in your mouth. His other hand cupping your pubic and anal areas becomes rigid.

You are entwined in his intimate, invasive embrace, and he is perfectly still, like a statue. You can't move an inch, his arms are firm and unyielding.

You feel so weak and **** in his arms, completely manhandled and manipulated.

You take this opportunity to catch your breath, which was about all you can do. It's weird. You are trapped in this romantic pose, wrapped up by a statue, unable to escape. Gradually, your brain settles and your panic ebbs.

Insert your tongue into his mouth.

The computer repeats, this time whispering it into your ear.