Amanda feels one last surge of adrenaline. With the remaining might, she manages to free her arms from their silky captors, and sends the pantyhose flying. She tries to rip off the Maria hose encasing her face, but Maria is too strong. "Oh Amanda," the pantyhose teases, "you simply cannot fight the pleasure. Just giv-" "No!" Amanda screams out. "No, I won't be like you, you fucking bitch!." Amanda stumbles around, almost blind, trying to tear off the hose. She doesn't even see other pairs grabbing her legs.
Amanda falls to the floor, face first. Every pair of pantyhose in the room swarms her prone body and engulfs her. The nylon dogpile deflates, and the pairs of nylon walk away. On the floor lays a pair of black pantyhose, looking like it's being worn by an invisible woman.
