The security guards dragged her into the white pristine room. The smell of disinfectant stronger than Buddy's cologne as he and Jet secured her to the table with the white light gleaming into her features from above.

The two guards wasted little time in ripping and cutting her clothes away from her. Buddy even groped one of her freed breasts regretting that he could not have some fun with her to. But the guards left her amongst the few scientists that were here.

The hooked her up to their machines, got a few baseline readings though once they had compteted their work they were been dismissed by Rena as she settles a warm hand over one of her orbs.

“Such a pain in the ass but now I get to have some fun with you my dear and we're going to have a marvelous time.” She squeezes there breast she is manipulating and lets out a cackle of triumph.

She hadn't come easily, Juniper tried to take some small solace in that fact as her heels dragged across the polished tile floorboards. Her chest rose and fall in deep breaths, her skin was flushed with exhaustion and more than a few friction burns, her clothes were torn and missing buttons in places, she'd even lost a shoe somewhere. They'd had to pull her out of a dogpile of twenty four girls, grasping, holding, and bearing her down as she threw everything she had at them. She tried not to think of the tragedy that in another week the whole two dozen of them would be suffering catastrophic genetic decomposition. She'd grabbed one in a headlock and tried to warn her, give at least one of them a chance to live a life instead of spending their last hours training for a task they'd never see. She wasn't sure if she'd gotten the message across before the broad shouldered security guard Jethro broke the weak hold and pulled her away from the impressionable youths.

Now she was being pulled further and further into the underground compound she'd manage to locate and sneak her way into. The risks, she reminded herself, had been worth the attempt, and for a time she'd managed to outmaneuver the security efforts. Ultimately, however, she'd failed. Everything she'd managed to discover had been confiscated, she'd made some new enemies, and now she was at the tender mercies of the very people she'd hoped to undo with her actions that night. The operation was a total bust.

She put up a token struggle as she craned her head around to try and get a better look at the sterile white chamber they'd dragged her off too. Funny . . . it seemed too roomie to be a cell. It looked more like an operating theater, really . . . now there was a pleasant thought. It didn't take much work for the two uniformed goons to manhandle her, broad-shouldered Jethro alone had more than a hundred pounds on her, most of it filling out a broad linebacker's physique though he moved quicker than any blocker she'd ever seen on the field. Buddy had more than enough reasons to be rough with her as well, after what she'd done to his partners in the narrow hallway that had led to the elevator she'd tried to use to escape. The two of them picked her up by the shoulders and slammed her down onto the table hard enough to drive the air from her lungs, taking advantage of her dazed state to lock the manacles at the corners of the table over her wrists and ankles.

She squinted her eyes as one turned on the brilliant halogen bulbs hanging from an overhead light fixture, harsh white light picking her features out cleanly as she saw one of them brandishing a pair of cloth sheers, sliding them easily through the light material of her clothing and then tearing it roughly away with short, fierce jerks, revealed the toned but slender figure underneath, and the tattoo of the blindfolded angel bound in thorns on her arm. Three little snips and her bra came away easily, the smallish b-cups standing out against her chest as Buddy contented himself to roughly grab and squeeze one, causing her to flush with indignation as his thumb roughly rolled over her nipple and the steel barbell that ran through it.

"I don't remember you feeling quite so brave in the education center." she snapped, giving him the evil eye as Jethro applied two more snips and slid the scraps of her panties away leaving her bare and vulnerable against the table, the heat from the lamps overhead already bringing a low sheen of sweat to her body. Then she blinked in apparent confusion as they began pressing electrodes to her body, the sounds of monitoring machinery beginning to fill the broad empty chamber. Her earlier notion of an operating theater was becoming distressingly more likely. She opened her mouth to shoot off another comment, but then she heard the >click-clack< of high heels against the hard concrete floor and it sent a jolt through her spine.

Rena. Her first inhuman creature, though not her last by far. She'd seen her strength first hand, and each new secret she'd revealed had only deepened her dread of this demonic predator, the image of those golden eyes haunting her dreams. This whole gambit had been an effort to secure leverage she could use against Ms. Duval / O'Keefe. Now here she lay, firmly in her clutches. She tried not to flinch as the nurse pressed a warm hand against the soft flesh of her breast, tried not to show the fear that was oozing out of her every pore, but she couldn't keep a light tremble from her bottom lip as she looked over at her.

She desperately, desperately wanted to unleash some form of verbal barb against her captor but words failed her. She'd seen this thing casually hurl a few hundred pounds of hardwood against a wall and burst a door clear out of its frame with little more than a firm push, knowing that those same hands were currently kneading one of her breasts made her bottom lip tremble slightly before she pursed her lips together to hide it. That rolling cackle of joy at having her little tomboy right where she wanted her made the chills in her spine intensify, but she craned her neck back and tried to get a look at the kinds of machines they'd hooked her up to, trying to deduce their purpose.

The guard just smirked at her comment obviously embolden by the fact that she had been secured and powerless to defend herself now. Jet stayed focused on his task. Unlike the other guy, Casanova got to play with some of the girls. He wasn't suppose to though no one made an issue out of it as long as he didn't let this interfere with his job.

Thus he did not have to stoop to such depraved depths as touching like this but Buddy got his gropes in while he could.

“Fuck you bitch!”

The doctors hook her up to the machines through the electrodes. One monitors her heart rate and respiratory levels though the other she did not work out. Either they were monitoring something unique or she did not possess the science to know what she was.

Her remaining shoe was pulled from her along with her sock leaving her completely naked. She was left there after buddy had a final look at her naked body both men left.

Rena arrive a short while later and she noticed that one of the machines monitoring her heart rate increased. Rena smiled when the numbers climb to a cool 120 beats per minute though dropped to little over a hundred when Rena did not yet do anything to her save for keeping her in such an elevated rate of fear.

She reached between Juni's thighs rubbing against her clit.

“And since you were such a pain in the ass I thought that it would be fitting to give you one of your own. For this I have brought in a ringer that will empty out that brain of yours since I'm not allowed to give you a lobotomy. I also brought something along that shouldn't mind teaching you a thing or two.”

She pulls away and injects her in her tattooed arm with something.

“We'll just let that work it first.” There was a warm tingling sensation that begun spreading out through her.

"Choke on a dick, asshole!" she'd shot back at Buddy without hesitation, apparently being rendered completely unable to defend herself not being enough to still her tongue. She saw anger cloud his face, but Jethro seemed about as disinterested in her shows of defiance as he ever was, shaking his head as he finished up. As the bigger man turned quietly to go, Juni winced as the fingers groping her breast squeezed hard enough to hurt, a bit of petty vengeance before the other guard continued on about his duties.

Juniper really didn't have much time to herself, though she used what she did judiciously. Stretched flat against the table, arms and legs drawn away to the corners, she didn't have much in the way of leverage to exert. A quick look told her that if there were any locks to the manacles, they were ally situated on the outside edge of the manacle, keeping them out of sight. She lightly parted her lips with a pass of her tongue, twisting her right wrist this way and that to try and judge whether or not there was any give to her restraints. Finally she folded her thumb across her palm and started pulling her arm straight down, steadily but as strong as she could manage, trying to use the restraint's sturdy construction against it to squeeze her hand through.

She stopped the instant she heard the door open, opening and closing her hand a few times to get it back into position as she lay there unmoving like a good little prisoner. Her eyes had widened a bit when she saw who it was, but then, she wasn't exactly surprised. She grit her teeth at the pleased little smile that rested on the older woman's lips as she looked at the monitors, apparently gratified to know she was having such an effect on the girl who'd so flagrantly taunted and denied her throughout the day.

"H-how like you." Juniper responded, throwing up a front as the other woman brought her hand down from her breast, "So quick to let others do your work for you." she said, though her voice hitched as those fingers settled over her clit and began rubbing against it in a slow, even pace. Juniper tried her level best not to react to that insistent teasing, unable to squirm or move away as her body was slowly primed against her will. Which was, of course, the point of the gesture, to underline that she had no control over anything that was about to befall her. She fought to keep her breathing steady, but she couldn't do anything for the blush settling on her cheeks.

As Rena took a step back, Juni took a deep breath to try and steady herself, trying to will her heartbeat to slow, her body to calm. She probably should have known better, she felt a bit of alcohol on a cotton ball swab a spot on her arm before one of those impossibly strong hands pinned the arm to the table to make sure she wouldn't squirm. There was a light prick in her arm as she was injected with . . . something.

"What was that!?" she demanded. Whatever it was, it was potent, she started feeling the effects almost immediately as it was carried through her blood, a low heat creeping under her skin as the surface began to tingle.

“That is what they get paid for dearie,” Rena chuckled at the girl's comments. Yes, Juni had been a pain in the ass but it was always just a matter of time in securing her. She delight in seizing hold of her quarry though, in seeing the tell tale signs of her fear with a casual glance to the monitors of her heart rate.

Certainly she had not been as afraid of the guards as she but they were essentially controlled human puppets that she had brought with her like a child bringing a pale and shovel with her to a sand box she had brought her own toys with her for the most part positioning them quite well actually.

But her silence did nothing. The stain of her cheeks gave her away not to mention the electrodes that she was hooked up to. But she was horrified at the injection and Rena grinned deliciously.

“In laymen terms, that was a truth serum my dear. Mixed with a little something you'll appreciate. Two One Seven Nine!”

The door opened again and a massive metallic machine entered , it's foot falls heavy, it's shadow looming upon her as the seven and a half foot tall creature neared her, cables and clamps making up it's heavy slate gray frame as it looked down at her with it's black visor as it stared at her impassively.

From her dream of the wax museum, from her time with Aegir … Tinman! Rena monitored her features delighting in taking them in as she rubbed against a breast. “We are about to play a little game. Just how much have you learned and how. Our first guest will been Two One Seven Nine. If you are truthful we'll never get to having some real fun. If you lie however … well I'll let you discover that on your own, use your imagination.”

"What, like Scopolamine?" Juniper asked as Rena called out a numeric designation, "You realize that's going to compromise the accuracy of the monitors, right?" So, interrogation was her aim, that made sense. She hadn't exactly blundered into here after all, they'd want to ensure that no one else would be penetrating their idyllic little illusion that same way.

The heavy mechanical WHUMP of Tinman's heavy footfall pulled her attention away from the nurse standing over her. The number 2179 had no particular meaning to her, but as the angular features of the massive metallic construction made it's way into the light, she inhaled sharply. The long cable-like arms with their oversized gripping clamp hands, the narrow black visor with bright pins of light serving as eyes, the somewhat broad and boxy design of his body. There was no room for doubt in her mind that this was the Tinman she'd been warned about, impossibly, he seemed even larger in real life than she'd imagined. Though, she admitted, her perspective being secured to the table might be skewing her impression a bit.

The serum continued working its way into her as the next heavy thud brought the massive mechanical construction a step towards her, again, and again until he looked large in the bright overhead lights above her and threw his shadow over her prone figure. She trembled as she looked up at him, all hard, unyielding surfaces . . . he had to weigh like a ton, and those clamps didn't exactly give him much many options for being gentle. And, of course, with Rena still teasing her body, Juni was distinctly aware of how very naked and defenseless she was under him.

"You've already got my flashdrive . . . you know what I know." she said, a slight feint on her part to try and undercut Rena's little game a bit, to protect some small scraps of data for later. Her breaths came a bit shorter as the woman continued to rub her breast, the truth serum dulling her sense of subterfuge and, she suspected, heightening her body's sensitivity. Unfortunately, she doubted this would be over soon, she had sources to protect and with the drug in her she couldn't trust herself not to let anything slip if she tried to mislead her captors. Stonewalling was probably her best chance to keep the meager edges she'd managed to gather for herself . . . and also the surest course for them to inflict their worst depravities upon her.

“Not quite. I did say that it is my own little concoction so I've been able to read the monitors quite well. Really, I'm not so interested in the stats but the university has shown some interest in the results as have the other scientists here.” Rena grinned after the explanation. She eyes those monitors, did a few translation and seemed to be waiting for something. “Of course I'm hoping that you try to lie your ass off.”
Tinman was heavy, though not as heavy as she realized. Mad of lighter alien metals she was unaware of Tinman weighed only half a ton though her assignment would have easily been correct if he had been made by human alloys.

It's face contained several blinking lights covered by that face plate though beneath that black visor the occasional light could be seen.

Success rate 100% … collection of samples suspended until the order is given … current levels of coolant sustainable ...

It's internal computers “thought” these things.

Rena smiled. “We shall see … we have to be thorough a after all.”

And something was happening then in her mind. Something that was not erased or suppressed but rather her mind and body had been disjointed in a sense. She could not say Aegir or even describe him as hard as she tried she would be unable to draw those words to her lips of course there was more that was “disappearing” as the drug worked as if it were burning away these things though it hardly made sense that the drug was responsible for this.

“Now then,” Rena flicked her gaze to the monitors, “were did you acquire the flash drive in the first place?”

"But Ms. Duval, when have I ever sought to mislead you?" Juniper said sweetly, tilting her head back a bit with a force smirk as she tried to look up at the older woman. The angle wasn't the best, with her turned to watch the machines, Juniper mostly saw more of the swell of her bosom than her face as the investigator used the name she'd pulled from the school's computers instead of the nameplate that she'd seen in the Infirmary. She looked back up at Tinman who still stood at an impassive attention, unmoving, unblinking, endlessly patient until called into action.

"This doesn't exactly seem like the time to start." she added as a light blinked dimly behind the dark visor, some esoteric data being computed away behind that sculpted face. The sentiment was true enough, with the consequences looming so dramatically over her. That said, she had no illusions that she'd be spinning her fair share of evasions, if not outright lies. Idly, she wondered if that would count.

She knitted her brow together as she felt . . . something happening in her mind. It didn't seem like the drug . . . it wasn't loosening her tongue, rather it felt like memories were being bundled away, restrictions hammered into place as that pleasant buzz settled in her nerves making her feel languid and loose. It was an odd contrast to the nervous sweat lingering on her skin or the fear that was still driving her heartbeat, but it made her thoughts somewhat . . . floaty. Harder to pin down. Finally, the first question came.

"Heh, it's mine . . ." she said easily enough, "Bought them at a department store in Bristol, filled two of 'em up with music, comic scans, pictures, 'n' . . . stuff." she blushed a little darker as she glossed over that last one, "We're not allowed a lot of space for belongings, so, you know, it seemed like a good way to bring along a lot of stuff to fill out the occasional lazy afternoon." she said, babbling, just a little bit. It was a harmless question, she considered . . . though she was surprised to have Rena get right down to business instead of calibrating the machine with a few easy questions she already knew the answer to.

. . . Unless she already knew the answer to that. Juni rolled that thought over in her head a bit . . . had the faculty gone through her belongings when she'd first come to the island?

Rena squeezed her breast hard, then yanked at the studded nipple before releasing it as if the remind that Juniper had been at her complete mercy. This could be pleasant or painful and Rena had decided that it was going to be painful, hence the presence of 2179. That mouth on the investigator was going to get her in trouble, such as now.

But was the guarding of memories in a sense good or bad here. Without the ability to divulge anything concrete then how could she truly submit to whatever plans Rena had in mind. There was always the fact that Rena may have already had her answers and was having someone or thing suppressing Juniper's mind to play with her longer.

Already she was dampening the investigators brow with a sponge … the scent … it was not water as far as she could tell but brine.

She had expected such an obvious answer and hence her preparations while Juniper answered it.

“And how much did it set you back, my dear?” The question casual as she wheeled a machine closer two the table. She flicks it on and a low crackling sound is heard as she draws up a metal wand like device that is plugged into it. She smirked and took a look at the monitors.

“What are those drives worth these days, $5, $10 dollars … oh wait we're dealing in pounds here. My conversions are a bit rusty.” She touched the wand to one of her temples for a second sending a jolt of electricity through her. “Who loaded it with information?”

That was a little one, she turned up the voltage a little bit, her hand then hovering over the on/off switch right now it's off as she skims the wand lazily down her body.

"Mmn!" Juniper pressed her lips together in a tight line, wincing slightly as the firm strokes over her chest turned to a crushing squeeze, wincing slightly as the fingers rolled up to pull hard on the nipple. She held her breath reflexively to keep from making any further sound of discomfort, which she exhaled through her nose when the other woman let the nub go. Well, it seemed she'd struck a nerve. Well, that, or Rena just didn't care for her tone.

Her eyes watched Rena as the older woman moved, considering the odd disconnected feeling she was experiencing as parts of her memory were packed up and buried. She didn't think it was the drug, it seemed too systematic, too precise for anything chemically induced, which meant that it wasn't part of some twisted game on Rena's part. Probably. More likely, it was her accomplice covering his ass . . . he'd certainly had the time to plant a post hypnotic suggestion when he'd been in her room earlier, and she already knew he was a light touch when it came to playing with her mind. "Gigi" would account to that.

"Oh, you know, not much." Juniper answered, sniffing slightly at the smell of salt water as a bit of excess rolled over her brow. Her heart beat fluttered slightly as she heard the machine turned on and saw the metallic wand the other woman was brandishing, it didn't take much in the way of deductive reasoning to see where this was going. "About fifteen quid for the set . . . mighta been cheaper to just get one big one, but I figured this way I could swap some files with the other--AH!"

It was a short jolt, more surprising than painful, but effective at quieting her rambling all the same. There were a few faintly audible clicks as Rena dialed up the voltage a bit higher, the sound there more to let the girl know that the next jolt would be stronger than from any engineering requirement. Juniper raised her head slightly to look as the cool metallic tip began to trace it's meandering path over her body, trying to anticipate when the next jolt would come, though the path of the wand gave nothing away. The next jolt always just the flick of a finger away, perhaps a sensitive little spot like her studded nipple? Or maybe some place more innocuous like the broad expanse of her flank or stomach, to catch her when she thought herself safe? Juni's stomach tightened slightly as she watched.

"I did." she answered, plainly this time.

It had been the expected response though Rena tapped that wand against a metallic stud that pierced her breasts if warning her or perhaps threatening to shock her through it.

“Metal is an excellent conductor, should I demonstrate?” Rena smile a little but didn't zap her, not yet. The sponge soaked in brine rubbed against her stomach and then between her thighs. “Yes, yes. An obvious answer. A smart assed one as you know damn well what I implied.”

And she shocked her then on the stomach for a reasonable duration before clicking the machine back off and tracing the wand lower.

"In any case all the information you worked so hard to get has been erased by this point and what little you do remember won't matter. Those that would believe it can do nothing about it but before we live here today I'll have you convinced that your name really is Amelia.”

She grinned showing that she had acquired even that information. “Now who pointed out how to acquire this information, you didn't wake up on day with this information of your flash drive after all, especially if as you say you were the one that put it on there.”

Juniper swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat as the tip of the wand tapped at her nipple with a slight "clink" of metal on metal. The jolt hadn't come though, not yet, she was teasing the moment out letting her marinate in her worry. Juni sighed as the tip of the metal wand moved away, Rena apparently deciding she'd made her point for the moment.

"I didn't think it was my place to guess at your meaning, Ma'm." the words respectful enough, though her tone lacked proper deference. She sponge came back from it's shallow tub, cool water pressing against her heated skin as the demon spread the salty water over the flat expanse of her stomach, and then down lower. Juniper couldn't help herself, her legs tensed in their bonds as the sponge swept lower, curving to stroke the nexus between her legs and along her inner thighs.

"GHN!" she felt the tip of the wand grind into the soft flesh of her stomach, pouring the current into her for long, buzzing seconds as he guts tightened and the heat pressed itself into her skin. When it finally let up, she panted for a few breaths, chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. "You know . . . you're not really selling me on this whole cooperation thing . . ." she murmured, blinking hard as the wand continued meandering its way down her body towards the damp spot between her legs.

"That'd be easier for you, wouldn't it?" she asked, a faint tracery of a smirk pulling up at the corners of her lips, "Did you ever figure out who I am? It would go a long way to helping you find the answers to these questions. . ." It had kind of hit her all at once, Rena still hadn't referred to her by name since arriving down here. She might have access to the surveillance footage surrounding this place, but that little bit of anonymity might yet rest with her.

"I might not have started the day with it, but you certainly gave me plenty of motivation to get it, didn't you?" she responded, settling her head back, "I was studying to be an investigative journalist, do you really think I need help to crack a little login and password combo, Hunter7?"

Such a little smart ass this one. The words were there and everything seemed right about them other than her tone but that was alright for Rena didn't really need any further excuse to torment the girl any. She would do it because she could of course.

At this stage in their relationship Rena had yet to discover who the girl was. She would know soon enough though.

“You're smarter than that dearie. Though if you want to be a smart ass about things you'll simply pay the price. I am not going to loose any sleep over this one way or another. Whether you answer truthful or not, whether you keep taking things literally is not my concern. I'm just here to have a little fun and I'm sure Two One Seven Nine won't min either. But if you stop being a smart ass then maybe you'll save yourself some discomfort at least.”

“Now who you are is irrelevant. Though a journalist. Hm, let's see how willing you are to protect your sources.” Rena smile. “Hunter 7 … that's quite irrelevant information there but never the less I need to be through.”

She set the want on her clit, zapped her for a good while, paused then zapped her again for good measure.

“So what were you looking for?”

"Smart alec, please. There are children present." Juniper said, raising a finger and crooking the tip to indicate Tinman. She kept the patter going as best as she could, it was a small act of defiance in the grand scheme of things, but it did it's job. It kept her from thinking too much on what Rena was doing to her. Her breathing was coming a bit quicker now, her heart racing along as the tip of the wand moved down over her belly button and along her mons. The repartee kept her from succumbing to the fear bubbling up inside of her.

"Is it still irrelevant when combined with the name Rennie?" she asked, batting her eyelashes, referring to her tormentors log-in and password specifically, "And admit it, you'll miss my pluck later on--GAH!" Juniper's body snapped taut as the wand pushed down firmly against the hood of her clit, electrical current easily traveling through the thin layer of flesh to assault the sensitive nub of flesh with the help of the brine Rena had spread over her earlier. Her hands curled into fists as her toes balled at the ends of her feet, her teeth clenched tight as the current ran over her body.

She settled back onto the table, sucking air into her lungs with a deep gasp as the charge halted, a little shudder running through her frame as the nerves throughout her body tingled and twitched in the aftermath of the shock. Before she could take even a second breath she flipped the Wand back on, the manacles rattling in place as Juniper threw her head back and to the side, banging it against the padded table.

"Needed information . . ." she said, pausing a few moments to breath, "About you, mostly . . . but I kept getting distracted. Seeing how deep the rabbit hole went . . . you people are fucked up. Inasmuch as you're people, at any rate."

“Yeah, it is irrelevant. I don't have much information under the said account.” Rena smiled a little. “It's no more information then you'd get in other basic logins.” Rena explained though really, what had the girl really got? A few names and some information that was rather vague an cryptic even for her. That did not matter much, the login was good for only a day and the saved information was being wiped along with the girl's personnel computer just to be safe once they figured out who she was. All this was easy enough for her to accomplish through her toys.

But she looked to “Tinman” who stood there watching impassively as it patiently waited for a command.

“That? Two One Seven Nine has exited as long as you I'm guessing. He's been a fixture around here for a while now.”

Those cries were delicious though Rena seemed flattered that she was the initial subject for Juniper's search She caressed the side of her face with the back of her knuckles.

“So sweet, what did you hope to find out specifically my dear.”