Muffled by the tentacle worming its way into her open mouth, Anna's cries and moans of mixed protest and pleasure were still able to be heard within the room.  Noticing weaknesses in the pods' grip on her body, Anna continued to put up a token struggle even as her mind began to be overwhelmed, succumbing to the heady toxin being pumped into her system.<br/><br/>The touch on her naked sex set her into a renewed burst of wriggling and struggling, her eyes wide as she found the will for one last attempt to escape.  High above the floor, she could not reach her assault rifle.  However, her lower arms were free, and she was able to twist and grip at the globs attaching to her chest, tugging on them even as she let out a loud moan from the fiery pleasue surging into her naked breasts.  It was really only a matter of a minute or two until she was completely putty in her assailant's hands... err... tentacles, but she was going to struggle up until that point!