She tried to turn to look at the monitors.  Her little "pets" were doing their job ... now, when it wasn't needed.  If those damn vines had done their job when they should've, she wouldn't be down her tied up.<br/><br/>She glared at her new guard as long as she could see him, and tried once more to pull away, forward this time, as he settled in behind her.  His hands groped both of her breasts, and she struggled, a muffled groan coming from behind her gag.<br/><br/>