TPM: What? No way!

From Create Your Own Story

Your eyes widen reflexively with shock. Do what?! The painful heat of the fusing rod heightens as Watto scowls. "I won't ask again slave. Either you lick my seed off this wretches face or you lose an ear..." Your mother kneels down and gets on all fours, her face inches from yours. "It's okay Annie," she whispers with a hollow sadness. "You can do this. Don't worry about me. We can do this..." You look into her big watery eyes, at the slowly oozing sperm on her lips and cheeks. The smell is musky and awful, a perversion of the sacred smell of your mom mixed with sex and lust...

TPM: You don't have a choice...you close your eyes and do it.