Try to wake one of the girls up! (Actor)

If you can wake these girls up, that could be your ticket out of here! This maze would stand no chance against a whole army of you! Besides, you can't just leave them alone here, right?

You do your best to skirt your way past the snatching tendrils that litter the floor, eventually dodging your way into the nearest aisle. You shake some of the drooling girls, but they seem to be too far gone. Some occasionally giggle and babble like babies as you try to rouse them from their stupor.

Behind you, you hear a tendril snaking its way across the floor. You quickly dart aside into a new aisle where you hear something encouraging.

"Hnnn.... mmm...."

One of the girls is moving! And making noise!

You quickly make your way to your fellow prisoner and do your best to shake her awake. She blinks up at you, still not fully able to wrench her eyes away from the screen. As you gently shake her, she tries to stir.

"I... I..."

You try to pull her from her seat, but it appears some sort of bondage is holding her in place. Looks like the wires from the floor, although these ones are inert. They grasp her ankles and wrists and hold her in place, but maybe if she comes to, she can help you overpower them!

"I'm... I'm..."

Oh good, she's saying more. Maybe a name? If you two can work together than you can-

She turns her head and stares at you, her eyes filled with the spiral.

"I'm... trying to watch the movie."

Stunned, you stagger backwards. Her head snaps back towards the screen and with an absentminded giggle, her face becomes euphoric and she grins at the spinning screen.

At your ankles you feel a tug, and the mecha-dendrites wrap their way around you and drag you into an empty chair next to the girl.

You tug and tug at them, but they are strong. Two more tendrils grab your wrists and slam them into your arm rests, the tendrils at your ankle tying you into your seat like the girl next to you, and all of the others...

You clench your eyes shut, determined to block out the vile video being projected onto the screen, but soon, even that is taken from you.

More tendrils emerge from behind your head and snake around your face, peeling your eyelids apart as two more wrap around your neck and forehead, straightening out your face until your gaze is directed at the spinning screen.[

In moments, you feel yourself slip away, enraptured by the spiral, feeling your mind become blank and empty as the spiral takes hold.

Soon the tendrils on your neck and face retreat, no longer needed to hold you in place as you happily stare at the screen.

You feel a soft giggle escape your lips as a thin stream of drool leaks from them, and everything goes blank...

Cock a doodle doooooo!

Your eyes snap open and you stretch and smile to yourself. Why what a warm and sunny day!

You smell eggs and grits cookin' downstairs, and you know that must mean Pa is up already. You reckon he's been fixing breakfast just the way you like it. Aint he a peach?

Your bed room door opens, and Pa steps into the room.

"Mornin' honey! I'm makin' breakfast. Go on and git dressed, I have someone I want you to meet!"

You smile and nod at your Pa, obedient daughter that you are, and he leaves your room so you can change, the thin steel wiring that connects him to the house's walls and occasional sparking from his temples the last thing on your mind.

You get dressed in your every day attire and look yourself over in the mirror.

Aint you a beaut!

You wear your denim shirt which you've tied below your breasts, showing off your cute navel. You sport a pair of daisy duke shorts that cling to your cute little butt. You have a pair of cowboy boots in the corner, but you tend to go barefoot for comfort. Your prudish sister, Gertrude, always chastises you for it, but she's just an 'ol stick in the mud! That's whycome you're more popular with Pa's guests!

Your hair is bottle blonde, just the way you always remember it. It's done up in pigtails which you like to twirl when you're bored or confused by the complex talk by the menfolk. You have an adorable patch of freckles across your face, so perfect that Pa's guests sometimes tell you it's like they were painted on! By God, presumably, heehee!

Your hand rests on a slightly sore spot under your ample breasts. You trace what feels like a scar but something in your mind tells you not to worry about it. You've got a pert rack and a cute butt, why complain about a teeny little scar you can't even remember gettin' in the first place?

You hurry downstairs ready for breakfast.

Pa greets you, as does one of his guests, by tipping his cowboy hat to you.

"Betsy-Lou? This is Zxx'xx'gr'l'grl'l'xx'gr. He's a cattle rancher from just outside town! He's been talkin' all mornin' about gettin' a chance to meetcha! I'm just glad you finally got your sleepy butt outta bed!"

You politely greet the local cattle rancher, taking in his 3 foot 4 inch stature, purple, mushy skin and excessive amount of tubular digits. A few of them spurt some sort of viscous fluid as he talks.

"I WILL LIE WITH THIS ONE."

You giggle at the mysterious and handsome stranger. That must be city-talk for something right complimentary!

You can't wait to get to know him better, just like you do with Pa's other guests.

That's your role in life, after all!

You lead the purple lump back into your bedroom, and shut the door behind you.