[Group 2]<br/><br/>Kimmi writhed in the tentacles of the Kryslin, moaning as the situation rapidly spun out of her control. No rifle, no knife, no armor, no clothes! The crowning humiliation was that whatever she had been injected with set a foreign desire coursing through her body. She felt repulsed by the slimy tentacles, and at the same time loved how they felt against her sensitive skin. She wanted to be free, but at the same time needed something inside her. She rolled her hips as lust began to cloud her fearful mind. "<span style="color: orange">"T-Toi? Do... do you have any suggestions?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>