"Leverage." she hissed softly, her eyes squinting up at the overhead lights as that hand came back to lightly carress her side. "You had the strength, the authority, the access, and I knew you'd be comming. It was a small miracle I kept ahead of the search teams as long as I did, I had to find something that'd get you to back off, find someone else to pick on."

"You can see how well that worked out for me."she added bitterly,

Rena gave that some thought to that answer, the metallic wand skimming against her chest. “It wouldn't have worked. You really thought that black mailing me would have helped? Hardly. In fact, my dear it would have made things worse.”

A lab tech entered handing over a manilla folder which Rena opened then read as the tech departed. She glanced to the construct and nodded.

“This will take just a second, until then ...”

Her breasts were seized roughly by clamp like fingers, the metal cold, the grip unyielding, The machine opened up a chest plate were all manner of tools where, Out came a long cable topped with a needle that searched out a vein on her arm, pricking her with it and injecting her with another drug, this aphrodisiac rushing through her veins bringing a warmth through her very body.

“Oh, it will not take you, not yet anyway, not until you start lying at least. No, it will just play with you while I read ...”

Of course, Juniper had realized that blackmail would have been ineffective against Rena. That much had been clear to her from the moment she'd confirmed the existence of the strange parasitic worms the woman could produce. You couldn't make a compromise with something that could control your mind, it'd only use the opportunity to get close enough to "renegotiate". Drug-addled though it was, however, Juniper's mind recognized a rhetorical question when she heard one, and she kept her own council on that particular point.

Breath, she reminded herself, Take what time to recover you can . . . She held her breath for a moment before expelling the air in a rush, forcing herself to take slower, steadier breaths. The wand lightly trailed it's way along the underswell of her breast and over her chest, the buzz and the crackle of electrical current masking the quiet whisk of a well oiled door opening. It wasn't until the wand was lifted away so that Rena might properly receive the manilla envelope from the lab tech that Juniper really took note of the interloper.

That'd likely be the report on what exactly they'd found on her hard drive. That had been . . . quick, but then, she supposed they knew exactly what they were looking at. She'd missed the slight nod, trying to catch a glimpse of the technician, though she could not have missed what came next, the press of cold steel clamping around her breasts and squeezing tight, squeezing them to better fit his smooth palms as she bit her bottom lip to quiet the shout that lept to her lips.

She tried to catch a glimpse of what was hidden in the big machine's chest cavity as the door opened wide, though her attention shifted as the flick of a needle caught her eye, a long cable snaking out of his body impossibly as he groped and squeezed at her chest, until it thrust itself home in her arm and began pumping something from an unseen reservoir into her body.

"Aah . . ." her breath shuddered softly on the table. Her body had already been warm from the truth serum, but now her skin was growing flushed and hot. She shook her head slightly, trying to keep her head clear, but her breath was comming in more ragged, animal draws as her pierced nipples stood tall in his metallic grip, her heartbeat climbing as chemically induced arousal swept over her causing her sex to twitch visibly as her own nectar began to mingle with the sheen of the brine.

Rena glanced up from her file to look at the climbing heart rate. That looked, well uncomfortable, the way those clamps were they had been crushing the breasts of the journalist but despite seeing the depressed flesh she could smell her arousal and see a trickle of blood running down the arm of the girl for Two one Seven Nine did not use any alcohol when he applied his injection.

“Two One Seven Nine, rip her left piercing out.”

“AFFIRMATIVE,” and clamps moved to attempt to get a hold on the barbell to do just that. It's “fingers” were not too dexterous so it took some time for it to get a good hold.

It began to pull and would have torn the piercing out with it's inhuman strength.

“One second thought, halt. Play with her a bit.” Rena smirked letting the journalist understand how powerless she was here.

“AFFIRMATIVE. SEARCHING … THERE ARE NO GAMES IN MY MEMORY THAT CAN BE PERFORMED WHILE ONE SUBJECT IS RESTRAINED IN SUCH A FASHION.”

Rena groaned and shook her head. “Not games in that sense. Sexual things you twit! Use your toys.”

"AFFIRMITIVE.”

And from that chest cavity Tinman extract a dildo rubbing against Juniper's slit.

"Hahh!?" Juniper's eyes snapped open wide, the command cutting clean through the haze settling on her mind like a razor blade. What should have been a sense of release was instead replaced with desperate action as the hard metal clamp pulled itself from the soft curve of her breast. "NO!" she cried out in denial, a hard rattle rising from the table as she pulled hard against her restraints, though her body remained stretched out and vulnerable for her efforts, unable to get any appreciable leverage as she currently was.

There was a sharp "clink" as his mechanical fingers closed together in the air, missing their target by scant millimeters on the first attempt. "NGH!" Juniper's head slammed back at the next pinching grasp came a bit closer, her nipple pressed painfully flat between the teeth of his finger tip as he gave a slight experimental tug before letting go, apparently unsatisfied with the way her breast was pulled along with the pulled, so he let go for a moment. Finally, with the light tap of metal on metal, he caught hold of one end of the barbells, lightly rolling it between his fingers as he firmed up his grip and twisted it in her pierced flesh. Juniper turned her head away and clenched her eyes tight, there was nothing she could do to stop this . . . she could at least try to keep the screaming down.

"You crazy bitch . . . " she muttered weakly, taking a few shuddering breaths as she tried to reclaim some of her lost composure, but it was a steep climb. Her skin crawled hotly as Her tirade cut off prematurely however, when the Tinman admitted he had no games on file that could be done with her bound the way she was. She took a deep breath, tried to dig deep back to her slick business persona again.

"Really? All that processing power, and they never taught you "I Spy"?" she asked incredulously, though the hard edge to her voice had definitely been blunted. She caught the satisfied little smirk at the edges of Rena's lips as those predatory golden eyes shifted back down to the paper in her hands. Even Juni had to admit, she might not get off with a warning next time. She next breath came in a slow shuddering shake as she watched the mechanical hand dive back into the open treasure chest that was it's chest and withdraw a long but simple rubber toy.

"Mmn--" she shook her head slightly as the machine took it's little wand and pressed it firmly against her sex, slowly drawing it up and down against her sodden lips. Her breath caught in her throat with a slight, surprised "squeek" as he began to twist the length this way and that as he ground it into the young journalist's slit, her lips caught to and kissed the length grinding against her, spreading the hot, slick nectar all along the teasing shaft as she tried, only half-successfully, to fight back the soft, whispy moans that were beginning to tumble from her lips.

Tinman had not been created by humans so there were common human games programmed into him but not many.

“PROGESSING … NEGATIVE. WHAT IS I SPY?” It was like a child learning new information.

“A stupid Earthling game that you will refrain from playing today. Just do as you have been instructed.”

“AFFIRMITIVE.”

Tinman was not as bad as Rena, as long as it collect coolant as per Balnab's initial orders it obeyed other scientists, it was programmed to do so. It displayed no hard feelings to the girl after all. So it began to play with her in other ways not caring that she moaned or not for it was not instructed in such a fashion. Just playing in this matter as it drilled that dildo in and out of her, calculating the odds that she liked this or that as he pushed into that soaked chamber as the aphrodisiac did it's thing.

It often had to use the aphrodisiac to disable prey but never really played with them overly much, not more than was necessary anyway. It various the pace, calculating the odds that it hit those spots within her, touching against them in precisely the same manner to see if he got a duplicated response.

It extracted a duster from that open panel lacking the manipulation skills to grasp small objects it takes out a feather duster sweeping it back and forth against the hooded clit as it assails her body with a vast tireless effort.

An Earthling game, now that was an interesting choice of phrase. She'd have expected Rena to say a "mortal" game, or perhaps even a "human" game. "Earthling" expanded the scope of things a bit . . . were some of the things on this island expressions of alien life? Was Tinman? Was the school's senior staff? It'd go a long way to explaining the advanced technology around her . . . though, under the circumstances she was having difficulty focusing on the questions percolating in the back of her mind.

Juniper bit down hard on her lip, trying to keep her mouth shut, but also trying to dull what was happening to her body with a sting of pain. With the chemicals burning in her blood, however, any sensation sent a ripple of pleasurable tingles through her body and dancing over her brain. "Mmph--!" she gave a plaintive moan into the flesh of her lip as the Tinman dragged the length of the faux tool down along her lips, changing the angle a bit as he pushed forward this time. The already slicked shaft parted the folds of her wet sex almost without resistance, Junipers toes curling into balls as he pushed the length slowly but evenly up and into her.

She shuddered and groaned as he twisted the shaft inside of her, grinding against a sensitive spot deep in her folds. He responded by twisting back the other way on the next thrust and her lips parted to moan more openly. She took a deep breath as he continued exploring the inside of her body with that tool, each thrust becoming slightly more expert than the last as he mapped out and played the tool against each hot spot in turn. Her tongue slowly traced it's way over her lips as she moaned deeply under the machine's ministrations.

"Eeeeee!" she gave a little, pleased shriek as she felt the lightly brushing over her clit, still red and sore from where Rena had zapped her so fiercely earlier. It was like she could feel each vane of the fine plumage stroking her from every angle, first one way, then the next as he brushed it back and forth against her body. He felt resistance as her body tightened against the shaft plumbing her depths, under the light teasing of her pearl. The light pearl stood out from under it's protective covering under the stimulation, causing Juniper to quake as the tickling fibers brushed against more of her.

“Stop, Tinman.” Rena had looked up at those monitors, the sadistic bitch didn't want the investigator to feel so good after all she had only wished to keep her little investigator occupied as she was busy to brake.

Tinman was able to learn the depths and angels that had pleased the girl, that knowledge store in it's memory banks as it withdrew the soaked toy.

Tinman wanted to collect her coolant and while he had a sample of her coolant on that toy it was not enough for an adequate sample. Still, she offered up a good deal of coolant mostly in part from the application of the aphrodisiac.

Impassively Tinman stood vigil over the girl and moved to hover over the investigator, her long nails scratching her side as she sets the folder down atop the device she was using to shock her.

“Now, now, we can't have you enjoying yourself too much now.” She sets the wand acid and takes out a clear vial of something she tips on her chest. It sizzles on contact burning her chest as a grin touches the demoness' features.

“Now, tell me about the lab we found you snooping around. What did you uncover there or should I burn you a little more?”

Juniper's body gave a long shudder as Tinman retracted his arms somewhat, taking a few deep breaths that hitched and caught at the occasional aftershock of sensation that run through her body. She blinked and tried to get her eyes to refocus at the tall metallic figure perched looming at her feet as it regarded the dildo in its claw, though it apparently failed to meet whatever criteria it was searching for as it drew it off to the side. There was a soft pitter-pat as a few droplets of musky desire dripped from her exposed sex onto the table.

Rena pulled Juniper's attention back towards her own domineering presence by running her nails firmly against the exposed flesh of her flank. For her part, Juni turned to look, though she shivered slightly as the nails drew away. She wouldn't say it didn't sting to have those claws raking at her skin, but the aftermath blended into the pleasing buzz filling her head from the drugs working their way through her body, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation against her skin where she'd scratched. Juniper tried not to look her in the eyes, not to give that little bit of shame away, the way her body wanted so badly to betray her at such a fundamental level.

Fortunately, the nurse was more interested in pressing her leverage at the moment. Juniper blinked at the unmarked, clear fluid that was held above her body, still and unmoving aside from nervously licking her lips to put some moisture back on them as the vial of thin fluid was tipped, ever so slowly over, the first trickling little drops falling onto the flat expanse of her chest, spattering against the skin between her breasts. The reaction was almost immediate, the slightly dazed young investigator yelling out as her skin began to sizzle and burn, tiny whispy trails of vapor rising from her skin where the fluid landed and pitted her flesh.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!" she strained against the manacles that kept her pinned securely to the table, it felt like someone grinding a series of cigarette butts out in her skin, though the pain lingered on. She nearly missed the question put to her against the cry ringing in her ears. As she saw the vial begin to tilt again, however, her mind latched hold of the sense memory and cleaned it up for her.

"CLONES!" she shouted the answer, turning her head to the side, "Clones, and ooze breeding chambers, and acidic variants on the Ortix creature! None of it useful for me! Dammit you have my flash drive, you know that!"

“Just being thorough,” Rena right that vile and set it down nearby in close reach. The reninder of failure to answer visible to her.

“Ah, yes, the clones, imperfect little things. Ortix is a mindless brute, well there is the variant that thinks he's a person, the slime absorb the memories of it's hoist so it has been imprinted. So to get to the clones you had to bypass Orix and Lurker.

“Two One Seven Nine here was sent to deal with you should you ever back track but you pressed on. How did you get past these guardians. “

Well, Ortix was more a deterrent than an actual guardian though she did not need to know that. She flicked her gaze impatiently to the vile then back to the helpless investigator.

Juniper took a few short breaths, closing her eyes as the compound on her skin continued to burn and sizzle, the shock of the initial contact being replaced with a painfully persistent bubbling. The whiplash quick change between undesired pleasure and sharp pain kept her drugged mind off balanced and unsure. Her eyes had stopped wandering, looking for leverage, a method of escape as she simply concentrated on breathing, trying to keep herself from focusing on the pain still settled over her flesh.

"If you know the name Amelia ... then you're well aware how I got around Ortix." she said, pausing just a moment to swallow, "As for Lurker . . . I don't know who that is, but I was wearing a disguise, again, as you know. Perhaps he's just not much smarter than Ortix." there was no smile on her lips as she made the implication. Her answers were getting vaguer, less definitive under the haze of pain. Part of it was embarrassment, admitting what she'd had to do to slip the clutches of the guardian-slime before security could pick her up was humiliating, to say nothing of the incredible long-shot she'd had to pitch when confronted with a creature of freezing mist. The other, larger part was just her nature, when she was pushed she couldn't help but push back. It had always had a tendency to get her in trouble.

Still, that was interesting what she'd let slip. 2179 had been dispatched specifically to handle her . . . so they'd known she was coming. She was surprised she'd experienced as much success as she had in that case. Either it was a feint, to convince her that her successes had never been anything but an excuse to get her here, now, or it was a bluff designed to hide that the facilities like this one on the island were poorly secured. It'd make sense, secrecy was often the greatest form of security, and if she'd not known specifically where she was heading for she doubted she'd have lingered in Ortix's territory longer than was strictly necessary.

Rena grinned taking particular delight in how the acid sizzled her flesh in left Juniper in agony, she could see it in her eyes as she searched the room as if she could escape though there was simply no place for her to go in that instance and Rena knew it.

“Oh, I am aware of how you did it, I was asking in hopes that you would say something smart assed but I'm in no rush my dear. Ortix, the 'parent' is nearly mindless, duping him is easy enough. He is more of a means of delaying though fortune was in your favor that day, we were upgrading systems and you caught us at the right time. Lurker is not stupid, just lazy.”

She explained this as she rubbed the acid in against her flesh obviously not bothered by it at all.

She could see the surprise in the girl's face at her mentioning 2179's involvement though it was fairly obvious it could not fit into the lab so what secrets she had uncovered were probably not that important or they had means of resolving that but Rena smiled at the girl.

“You uncovered nothing that we didn't let you recover. After all I was playing with you. Two One Seven Nine, knife.”

“AFFIRMITIVE.” And it reached into a chest cavity a moment later producing a blade that looked far more intimidating than practical that she began rolling against her flesh, barely scratching the skin.

“So, tell me a little about yourself. From Bristol?”

"Hhhhn--!" Juniper's eyes narrowed slightly, watering as she felt the slender fingers moving in slow circles over her chest, each circuit catching one of the thick droplets of corrosive compound and smearing it in long streaks against her skin. The investigator couldn't help herself, tossing her head to one side as she pulled the manacles. The worst part was that, as much as she strained, Juniper couldn't make an earnest effort to slip the manacles holding her hands down . . . she was fairly confident she could manage it, at least once her body was properly sweaty and slick from the glaring white overhead lights . . . but so long as Rena or Tinman was in the room it was worse than a useless gesture. She just had to endure . . . to wait for her opportunity.

"So, that's the game, huh?" she said, her voice strained as she tried to fight back another wave of pained cries, her flesh turning red as Rena casually rubbed the stuff into her flesh, "Just keep ramping it up slowly . . . 'til I lose control of my tongue and you can really cut loose?" she raised her head up a bit, gritting her teeth as a finger trailed a bit lower down her chest "AH! Fuck. . .I can't say I appreciate your sense of foreplay."

Of course, that was the insidious nature of her little game. Even if she hadn't been drugged, she'd be compelled to answer. Whatever she was enduring at the moment would be nothing compared to what would be comming once she broke the rules of their little interrogation, so she was caught in the slow downward spiral, unable to lie outright, unable to remain silent even knowing it wouldn't save her. She'd been debating simply getting it over with when that next word came out, "knife."

She tried to pass her apprehension off as discomfort from the acid as as Rena took the length of stainless steel in hand, but the machines tracked the way her breath came in shallower, shorter breaths and her heart started beating nearly as fast as when Rena had entered the chamber originally. She twisted her hands roughly in the manacles, the unyielding restraints biting into her flesh as she tried to slip the bonds, her original bid for patience forgotten as her whole body jerked sharply as the press of cold steel to her skin. Still, the restraints kept her pinned firmly in place, preventing her nerves from interfering with the older woman's fun, light pink lines etched against her pale skin though she didn't bleed just yet.

"Hmm? Did my accent give it away?" she murmured, trying to think back, "Ah, no, that's right . . . I mentioned it, didn't I?" It seemed that Rena wasn't the only one who'd let a few details slip in their repartee. "Hmph . . . I don't see what it matters. I think we both know I'll never see it again." she let the silence draw on for a few seconds, wincing as the point of the blade lightly turned against her skin as it began to roll again in a slightly different direction.

"Tch . . . fine. I was born in West Cliff, though we moved to Brisol when I was just a little girl. The folks thought I needed a friend after the move, so I got a dog . . . golden retriever mix. We called him Bruiser because he had these big, clompy forepaws when he was a puppy, though it was shortened to "Bru" once he grew into them. . ." Juniper fell into kind of an even, rambling tone as she started relating one anecdote after another . . . all about her old canine companion, though she was technically present in each tale. If her tormentor wasn't going to ask her for any particular details, Juniper was more than happy to ply her with the most inconsequential bits of her life. Of course, if she did ask for details, she'd just answer shortly and jump right back into her tirade.

Juniper strained much to Rena's delight. She was a sadist, not as much as much as Dr. Ortix as she would find out later but that did not seem to matter much at the time. She simply let her finger slid against her skin working in that acid as if it were a lotion.

“Oh, there is worse 'foreplay' I had in mind. But if your lips become looser, well all the better though I don't need you to speak at all my dear.”

The machines of course told the truth behind her reactions though as she began to flail Rena just shook her head slightly at the useless gesture. “Two One Seven Nine, hold her down.”

“AFFIRMITIVE.” And the machine did so, moving then bringing a clamp-like hand down upon each forearm. It was apparent that Rena was not going to take any chances her. Though the knife avoids those areas that she rubbed the acid into earlier.

Rena of course had not been interested in her life story. But she listen nonetheless as the girl prattled on.

“Bruiser, how appropriate, perhaps I should call you that Two One Seven nine, it's much easier on the tongue though you already have a nick name. As loyal as a dog …” Rena shook her head and made a small nick.

“Who steered you one to your information, clearly you had not yourself.”

Dammit!, she twisted her arm and pulled, but while the restraints dug into her skin. She couldn't see if she was making any progress, but it certainly didn't feel like it, her skin just wasn't slick enough to overcome the pressure. Maybe after she'd had a little more time to sweat . . . though she didn't favor her odds at the current rate. She metal clamps that had been mauling her breasts earlier closed around her arms . . . she wasn't going anywhere unless she spontaneously developed the ability to move Tinman's bulk.

Juniper winced as she felt the point of the blade press into her skin, a shiver running down her spine before she took a sharp breath to quell the whimper that had been about to run passed her lips. It was only a quick, sharp jab against her nerves compared to slow burn spreading over her chest, but she doubted it would be the last.

"I dunno . . . Tinman kinda suits him . . ." she murmured lowly. She let her eyes shift off to the side, away from the nurse, the generator, the acid, the blade, trying to make out what existed outside of their little pool of light in the broad white chamber.

"And, I told you, I acted on my own initiative." she said, trying to skirt the question. Again, it wasn't a lie, she'd been the one to offer an exchange for services after all, but it was definitely an attempt to misdirect. Acting on her own initiative did not imply she was without sources.