It was only when the statue's hand shifted to push up her skirt, revealing black, lacy underwear clinging to pale flesh, that Anna Marie finally understood exactly what kind of danger she'd gotten into. She felt the cool press of metal against her lips as the armour moved its halberd into position, and her eyes grew wide beneath her sunglasses. "Please,<i>stop</i>!" She cried out, her demanding shouts fully giving way to pleads, and desperately turned the dials against almost without thinking.<br/><br/>It didn't quite have the effect she was looking for.<br/><br/>The halberd began to vibrate, hard, and Anna Marie couldn't help but let out a long, sultry moan of pleasure as a wave of pleasure rocked her body. She pressed harder against the pillar as she gripped it for support, her knuckles white and her cheeks red. Something was wrong. Normally, when she took care of her own needs, it took her a long time to really get in the mood and start to feel good - indeed, the scant few times she'd trying fooling around with someone else had been a disappointment in part for that very reason - but now, here, in the face of violent, unwilling humiliation, her body was responding immediately. It felt like a betrayal.<br/><br/>"<i>Damn </i>you," the young woman cursed under her breath as she reached a shaky hand back towards the dials. She managed to click the last one into place, and the armour responded immediately, ending its assault and springing back up in place. It took Anna Marie a little longer to recover, as she clung to the pillar, her exposed ass and pussy still on display, and took a few deep, shuddering breaths. When she finally did move, pushing off from the pillar to stand upright and whirling back around to face the armour, she was flushed red with fury.<br/><br/>"How<i>dare </i>you? Who do you think you're dealing with?!" She screeched at the inanimate suit, drawing back her arm and stepping forward to deliver a ringing slap against the piece of metal. That, of course, accomplished very little. She gave the suit of armour a dirty look as she shook her stinging hand, then turned to march determinedly towards the next door, pausing only to tug her panties and skirt back into place.<br/><br/>When she and their hostess met again, they were going to have<i>words</i>.