After kicking the walls and realizing that they wont budge, you shrug your shoulders. You have 2 choices, beg, or keep your dignity. You smile and look at the silhouette of the women, grinding herself against the pod, despite the tingling, you get quite aroused. You lie back, submersing as much of your body into the thick, warm, sweet smelling liquid as possible as you try to guess what your tormentor looks like from the imprint her body is leaving on the pod. You guess gorgeous, large breasts, flat, firm stomach and long smooth legs. You can’t help but stroke yourself as the tingling gets more intense. “Damn it” You hear from outside,” How come the men never seem to beg or scream or kick, they all just jerk off!” You would feel ashamed, but your response is better than the begging. The silhouette moves back, sits in front of you and finger fucks herself rather angrily and you begin to jerk off even more as the burning becomes white hot. You eventually come into the thick goo, and not a moment too soon, your entire body suddenly explodes in pain as the last of your skin melts away. You can’t help but let out a loud piercing scream. The silhouette looks up attentively from attending to herself,” Finally, it’s about time” She resumes pleasuring herself as you thrash wildly in the goo, but you can’t escape and the thrashing only makes it worse. You can’t stop though, you fell your body turning softer, into mush, you punch against the wall of the pod only to have your hands collapse in on itself. You decide to end it quickly, submerge you head, suffocate you, but you have lost all control of your body and you head wont go under. The pod suddenly opens and you look up with hop in your eye’s, instead, you see the smiling face of Poison Ivy leaning over the opening of the pod, looking down upon you, her are shoulder moving up and down as she masturbates. “Not enjoying it now are we” she says sadistically as your world darkens, and you lose consciousness.