I knew that expression all too well and was in the middle of saying, “Oh Shit,” when two figures stepped around the corner ahead of us. I felt a f...miliar tingling before I imagine my face went blank as well.The next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed without a stitch of clothes and sore cock. My brain felt sluggish, and I had this strange taste in my mouth, but I managed to say “fuck-n-shit-to-hell” a few times before sitting up and taking in my cell.Cell ... Shit. So it wasn’t a cell, but just. Me: I have long dark hair, blue eyes, fairly sexy looking and a very sexually active mind. Fantasize about be restrained, exposed, used by strangers, having my breasts tortured, my lips and mouth cum in by awful nasty disgusting men over and over. (pretty awful huh?)And basically I don't know what to say to you. What? Do you want to use me? is that what I should say? I hate this feeling: it's making me feel like a complete fool.========/Hi there, I suppose making you squirm or feel foolish is. When the plant spit seeds into the doctor’s mouth it probably put the room on lockdown. The men don’t have much time to shout though, as the plants seem to be growing inside of them. They start trying to make themselves throw up, but my guess would be that the seeds have already taken root. The nearest one takes off his white operating gown to reveal a bulging, wriggling, stomach and tendrils of the plant are obviously already forcing themselves through his digestive track. His. I'm not sure if I really expected one or not. I went to search for Ginny. If we were both alone together, I believed she and I could find a better way to speak our minds."Ginny, I've sent the voices away. I wasn't happy with the way things were starting to go with us. I think we can handle these things better ourselves."I'd found her in the laundry area, putting in a fresh load of dirty laundry and separating the newly dried clothing into neatly folded piles of clean laundry. Kaitlyn was.