She toughs it out for the entire imprisonment.

Maybe it was because her brain was completely deprived of oxygen, or maybe it was due to the complete absence of stimuli to the senses, but eventually Kirsty fell into a trance. Her mind had folded in on itself and fired only the bare-bones basic neurons. Ever heard of the ganzfeld effect? Well it was like that on shrooms. Pure, contextless stimulation of the brain as her body was practically in cryogenic stasis in a vacuum-sealed box full of male-emissions.

If she was conscious, she would have noticed that the cum she was preserved in did not rot or go bad. It was as fresh and warm as the moment they were shot out. It was like she was in the womb for the second time, curling up in a container of fluids that housed her naked body.

It came as a surprise to her when the first feeling of gravity she felt in a long time came in an instant as she suddenly found herself lying down on the floor. Gravity was heavy on Kirsty as she suddenly vomited. Out it came, rushing out of her body by the gallon as her digestive and respiratory systems had been completely blocked off by the white juices she had been preserved in. She felt it gush from her nose and her mouth as semi-digested spunk left her body.

The moment she had enough room in her lungs to allow air in she gasped like she was having an asthma attack. Her entire body felt like it had fallen asleep as her heart was beating like its life depended on it , allowed to do its job to carry oxygen after its long vacation. The air tasted so good to her she almost started sobbing, struggling to get the cum in her eyes out. Her skin was sticky and slippery, and her attempts to sit up were made that much harder with the slippery substance she had been drowning in was now all over the floor.