My shoes were laced. All my limbs were present. Iturned to see my face reflected in one of the mirror tiles that decoratedthe furniture. Nothing seeme... out of place. No bruises, no cuts, no signsof me being sick apart from being weirded out by that situation."OK guys, this is really freaking me out. What's going on here?" I askedthem, standing behind a chair and grabbing its frame for support."What do you mean? We are OK with anything you decide to do, but youcan't expect us not to notice such. I put on my headphones and turn on my iPod. The tones of Collins and Gabriel fill my soul and I almost feel my body relax as Collins legendary drum solo washes over me.I wake abruptly, with someone asking me to move my feet so they can sit down.I see you standing there. Quite a distinguished gentle man, smiling at me with a saucy twinkle in his eyes.“I don’t think a lady should expose herself like that!”I look down and see that my skirt is hitched up, baring my pussy for all to see.I blush.“But. . whatever his balls produced at this point. She knew it, could feel it in his panting breath on her back and the way his body slapped into hers. So Lena stepped away and turned and looked at him pointing a finger in his face. "You fucking little pervert! You should not be doing anything like this for years and yet here you are, thinking you have the right to cum just whenever the fuck you want and however you want!" She slapped him and turned him around and had him put his hands on his. Kent have to do withyour scheme?"The Ultra-Humanite reached for a large syringe with a huge needle thatlay on the table next to her. She smiled as she reached for JonathanKent's arm. As she plunged the needle into his flesh, she said, "Why,Mr. Kent is my guinea pig!"The two beauties watched as the man strapped to the chair underwent aremarkable transformation. He grimaced in pain. Claire managed to keepan anguished cry of "Pa!" in the back of her throat. She watched inhorror, while Ultra looked.