“I fail to see how Tinman is an appropriate name for Two One Seven Nine. Not a single component is constructed of tin. Ah, well, who can truly understand humans except other humans."

Outside of the circle of light she was unable to notice anything of real interest. Outside of that circle of light, however, there was little that she could see other than a tray of wicked tools that Rena was selecting from. Various cutting implements and needles had been on it and it was closing in on the time that Rena taught the girl the true nature of the labs.

What really went on here in this place. The torture was Rena's own interests after all though it would certainly continue. But matters were about to enter into the psychological component.

“Protecting sources? I know it wasn't any of my people. You'll tell me I am certain.” More rubbing alcohol was applied to her arm as Rena squeezed the air out of a syringe filled with a bluish liquid.

“Enjoy my dear. An earlier strain, though it's effects are temporary ranging from half an hour to an hour depending on the person.” Rena injects her and almost at once she feels her arms becoming more flexible where if she wasn't being held by Tinman she could probably slip her restraints as doing so probably wouldn't be a big deal.

“In our work we've one a little of this and that as we've dabble. My, my, so many drugs though I suppose the mutagen isn't really a drug but with the earlier aphrodisiac … my, my you'll be hungry in no time. Granted your abilities are nowhere near as strong as Orix's but I'm willing to bet the base needs are just as strong."

"You can't make the connection between the Tin Woodsman and a metallic humanoid with no heart. Really?" Juniper asked, squinting from her position as she tried to peer into the darkness. It seemed it was no good, the intense lights bearing down on her were too focuses to reflect off the subjects and illuminate the darkness, but too bright for her eyes to adjust to pick out details amongst the shadows beyond. She took a deep, shuddering breath as she tried to keep control of herself . . . it may have been a manner of artifice, but she was starting to feel rather isolated, left in the care of two heartless creatures with an axe to grind. The small ripples of pleasure that raced along her skin as the small trickle of blood followed the curve of her stomach down and along to the side and Tinman's cold metallic grippers bit into her skin only made her shake deeper, self revulsion and embarrassment mingling with the chemically induced pleasure.

She kept her mouth shut when Rena suggested she was protecting her sources. Of course she was, a source protected was a source you could return to later. The flow of information was the lifeblood of any investigator, a resource to be guarded jealously, she wasn't going to give the only toehold she had on this place up over some scare tactics. The fact that she was physically incapable of doing so only shored up her resolve. Her breath hitched as she felt a needle slide through her skin, turning her head back to watch as the faint blue fluid was pushed into her blood.

"Nn--" she pressed the tongue to the roof of her mouth as this latest concoction started working its way into her body, "You're the doc, but are you sure there's no risk in recklessly mixing drugs like this?" This was . . . different, that was the only word she had for it. She could feel Tinman's grip sinking deeper into her flesh as he held her down, but the pressure didn't feel the same. It hadn't even been a minute, but she felt more flexible than before, the word pliable stuck in her mind for a moment, and the slow burn of the acid spread over her flesh was changing becoming an intense but not entirely painful tingling as the pH in her skin rose to something more similar to the chemical.

"Hungry?" she repeated, blinking at the word, the changes throughout her body made her feel warm inside, metabolic changes happening faster and faster as protein chains were altered and body chemistry rebalanced. She panted puffs of hot air, even as her skin became cooler, smoother, each moment dialed up from the aphrodisiac still lingering in her blood as she smoldered with her sensitivity, "What're you talking about? What need?!" she asked, passing her tongue over her lips. Her mouth felt dry, and for all that she felt warm and wanting, she had to admit that there was definitely something . . . off. She wasn't sure if she'd associate it with hunger, but it was a deficiency . . . she felt . . . dry? That was the only word she could think of for it.

Still, she had a clue to work from. As much as she'd have preferred not to revisit those particular memories, she prodded her fuzzy mind into action to try and deduce what it was he'd wanted from her. Well, there was the way he'd poured himself down her throat . . . but she still had a regular digestive system from what she could tell, so that need should feel more like hunger. Her eyebrow twitched slightly as she considered the next step, the way he'd so eagerly pushed himself into her sex, the way he hadn't stopped until she'd been completely spent. The way her body clenched slightly at the thought told her that it knew what it wanted . . . further moisture to feed the reactions taking place in her body. She shook her head as her drug addled imagination started in on how she'd have to collect it, trying to keep her thoughts clear as she flushed with her revelation.

“Woodman? What are you prattling about?” The cultures of humans had been something she was not reversed in. She was aware of a general history but not a great many of these common references and in a way that further alienated her from understanding humans.

But she left it at that and moved on, all too aware that she was protecting her sources, not that Rena was in any hurry to unlock those for as long as she didn't know she could continue to torture. But alas the labs weren't designed to solely torture. There was a purpose and she was unaware of what that even was herself.

Rena was only aware that testing was conducted her on all levels. She smiled though as Juniper raised her comment. “As long as it does not kill you I do not have to be concerned though the latest will shatter the truth serum, your brain will not make the connection. I have used it in conjunction with Two One Seven Nine's aphrodisiac.”

Rena was all sweetly smiles as she gazed at the girl bond there. “Oh, you'll see.” She nodded and as if they ha arranged these orders ahead of time Tinman released her, injecting more aphrodisiac into her neck.

Rena laughed and stood. “Come robot.” When she was half way to the door with Tinman in tow she glanced back at Juniper. “Play nice. I'll see you in a bit.” She laughed as she moved on, she was shut and locked into the chamber having perhaps five minutes to herself ...

"Gah!" Juniper winced as she felt the short, thick needle push its way into the side of her neck, a rolling wave of heat pouring over her body as the machine pumped a further dose of liquid lust into her veins. The effects were almost immediate as they stoked the fires already burning under her skin higher, her head resting back and her mouth hanging open as her chest rose and fell impressively with each deep, dragging breath. Little trails of sweat rolled over the contours of her body, the light prickling rolling over her skin and making her whimper at even that slightest sensation. The short breeze of fresh air entering the theater as Rena opened the door brought a faint moan to her lips as the air current brushed over her damp body, but finally the door closed with a click.

"Hah . . . hah . . ." Juniper swallowed as she lay on the table, she could feel the steady flow of moisture soaking the area between her legs. Her eyes didn't want to focus, her mind was shrouded in a haze of heat, and the musky smell of her own body made her dizzy with desire. Still . . . when was the next time she was going to get an opportunity like this? Closing her eyes, she licked her lips again, tried to focus on escape. She pulled at the restraint holding her right arm again, winching as the chafed skin rubbed against cool metal, but things were different now. Her hand flexed and bent like rubber, squishing to slide through the narrow opening of the manacle. Then, she reached over and started fumbling with the clasp on her left wrist. She'd never heard the jangle of keys when Jet had locked her down, so she was expecting to find a release catch. Sure enough, a few moments later her other hand was free, and she'd pushed herself into a sitting position to reach her ankles.

Dimly, it occurred to her the ease with which she folded her body in half and along her spread legs. She felt like she didn't have proper joints at the moment, her body moving smoothly through her desired actions without strain or discomfort. As she slid off the table and onto the bare floor, she decided to experiment a bit. With one foot balanced on the floor, she raised her other leg until the knee rested against the table that had been supporting her weight just a few moments ago. Taking a few short breaths, she took hold of her ankle and started pulling her leg up and back, leaning forward a bit for balance as she pulled her heel up and over her shoulder. Letting the limb go, she set her feet wide and let her shoulders fall backwards, reaching back until her palms were pressed flat against the floor, her legs practically unbent as her spine contorted at the inhuman angle. She took a moment to wrap her arms around her knees and pull her back flush against the backs of her legs . . . well . . . it seemed she wouldn't be needing yoga lessons for the next half hour or so.

She pulled herself back up with a deep sigh, her drugged mind grabbing hold of that thought and playing with it for a moment. Her skin had always held a flush rather well, and it shone brilliantly in the white light at the moment. She found herself daydreaming about being held, bent, contorted into impossible shapes and fucked hard . . . didn't matter how many, or how hung, her elastic form capable of meeting every depraved action in turn. She shuddered at sound of a droplet of arousal hitting the smooth floor and shook her head.

"Focus, girl." she chided herself, taking her first step away from the table. Going out the door wouldn't work . . . she needed to find an alternative. Maybe an air vent, she'd at least fit now. On her second step, however, she listed far to one side, sticking her arms out to the side to try and regain her balance. Something was wrong . . . why was she so weak? Given her aroused state, the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, the soft glaze her vision had taken on, she didn't expect much from her body . . . but where had her strength gone?

Juniper forced herself to try and take another step towards the edge of the light, teetering badly. She reached back to grab hold of the table, but only succeeded in fouling her balance even more badly. With a crash, she fell to the floor, barely keeping her knees under her though all that managed to do was point her backside embarrassingly up in the air. She gulped another lungful of air with a moan, crawling a bit further before she decided the cool tile felt good against her flushed and sweating form.

She couldn't help herself. As she lost the resolve to move forward, the needs of her body gripped tightly at the base of her spine. Her hands reached down and back, lightly spreading her legs as she pressed two fingers against her sodden cunt, a pleased groan rolling passed her lips as she slowly began working those fingers in and out of her slit.

Her body was malleable now. Rubbery and flexible she was not as malleable as either of Ortix, more rubbery in nature and while she did have bones they became just as rubbery as that solvent transformed her body. Already her body was emitting a weak form of acid, not as strong as Ortix, it could burn away cloth for instance but had to be applied against it for much longer periods. Nor would she be able to fit through cracks but Rena already knew this.

She could slip her restraints easily enough but she was still going to be trapped in the room. The drug melted away the effects of the truth serum though she had another dose of the aphrodisiac boiling through her veins. A trickle of blood leaked out from the tiny puncture mark in her neck and while she had fought against it, while she had tried to move she food it tough to adjust to the sudden changes giving in as she collapsed onto the floor.

The musky aroma of her own sex filled the chamber and it was in such a state that she was found with her own fingers touching herself.

There was a click and the bolt securing the door had been slid open as Tinman returned but he was not alone.

Diodes on his face blink various colors though they were hidden by his visor and face plate.

AROUSAL LEVELS ESTIMATED TO BE At 89% AND CLIMBING. PROCEED AS INSTRUCTED.

Tinman calculated the time that had elapsed. Accessing internal computers it's recall had been perfect for such details.

“YOU MUST CONCENTRATE TO HOLD A SOLID SHAPE. WHILE YOU ARE UNABLE TO TRULY BEND YOUR SHAPE AS ORTIX DOES BUT TO MAINTAIN YOU SHAPE IT BECOMES SOMEWHAT NECESSARY.

“IT BECOMES EASIER. YOUR STRNGTH WILL RETURN ONCE YOU ABSORB LIQUID NOURISHMENT.”

Tinman moved to her side with the blonde, her arms restrained behind her back he forces her to her knees, a struggling protesting girl clad in a school uniform bound with her hands behind her back. Her heated desire could be smelled and by the evidence of erect nipples and a puncture mark in her neck it's clear she's been injected too, though she's still fighting it, trying not to give in it seemed but unable to move away with Tinman keeping her in place with that single hand upon her shoulder and the pressure exerted behind it.

Her eyes were half-hooded as she'd squirmed slightly against the tile, the rhythmic slide of her fingers pushing in and out of her causing her to sigh softly as she sought some kind of relief from the pressure mounting inside of her. It wasn't doing anything though. Her mouth felt dry as sand, and while the waves of prickling sensation spread eagerly through her body, it was barely a speed bump to the great wave of want that hungrily clawed at her body. Still, she retained just enough awareness that her spine stiffened when she heard the heavy deadbolt slide free on the door.

"Mn?" getting up again might have been beyond her, but when she heard Tinman's heavy metallic tred against the floor, she grit her teeth. Bracing her palm against the floor, she pushed, the heat in her blood giving her enough substance to, however briefly, fight through the haze and push herself up to balance precariously on her knees. She listened as the machine monotonously related her need to concentrate to maintain shape . . . that made sense, it wasn't weakness that had brought her to the floor, exactly. Her mind had started to drift, and her legs lost their rigidity . . . though, Juniper thought, concentrating through this haze was going to be no easy task.

She hadn't been entirely prepared for what she'd see when she picked her head up, though. Her heart seized in her chest at the sight of the uniform, another student brought into this twisted experiment as she was restrained and pushed down onto her knees. The way her soft brown eyes traced over the other woman's curves made her guts twist, predatory instincts she knew were not wholly her own surging forward. Even if she wanted to fight it, her body knew what it needed and it pushed aside her need to rationalize her actions roughly as she moved to claim that "liquid nourishment".

Her eyes finally traced their way back up along the blonde's body, moving along her parted thighs, the flare of her hips, the curve of her flanks, and the rise of her bust before they locked firmly onto the other girls eyes. She reached a hand out and pressed it down to the floor, balancing her weight on her finger tips as she bent forward and shifted one knee forward. Rolling her shoulders like a mountain lion, she moved closer, smoothly moving on all fours as she watched the other girl's reaction. Finally, she settled one hand on her shoulder and drew herself up against her, thumb and forefinger lightly cradling her chin as she turned her face to look at her in return.

"Sssssh . . . it's okay." she murmured reassuringly, a slight smile on her lips, "What's your name?" She moved a little closer, letting her breath play over the other girl's ear. Slowly she brushed her lips against the curve of her neck, rolling her tongue against her flushed skin and tasting the slight trickle of blood that had been rolling down her neck.

“NO! Stay back!” the blond screams, Juni oblivious to some of her finer features now as she moves forward. The girl is disheveled and missing a shoe. The blond looks out with terrified eyes. She tries to pull back but Tinman's grasp on her makes moving impossible as the creature before her draws closer setting a hand on her shoulder and drawing herself up.

Her heart flutters in her chest, she recalls the day of her first encounter here on the island was none to pleasant, some non sentient blob like creature. No way was that even vaguely humanoid.

But there are none of the usual taunts though for the most part Rhaine had been lucky so far in many of her dealings. Damn lucky, especially when she ran afoul of her tormentors that sought to torment her with pleasure rather than pain.

But she's met a mutual friend twice now in Gersham and while he never did take her he did torture her senseless on two separate occasions.

“R-Rhaine F-Fischer,” she answers nervously forced to watch the student or was it a monster oozing and bubbling.

She breaths heavily, her breasts rising and falling though Tinman watches the scene impassively baring silent witness ...

"Rhaine." she burbled softly, a faint smile on her lips as she repeated the word. "Such a pretty name. It suits you." she added, speaking in gentle tones, the hand cupping her chin lightly reaching up as she stroked her fingers through the other girl's short blonde hair, until she cradled the back of her head, another soft suckling kiss pressing against her neck as she sampled the taste of the other girl's blood. Really, the salty taste of vital fluids did little for her, though she could taste the corruption of the injected chemical upon it as her body broke down the chemical compounds in her mouth. It made her tongue tingle.

"There's no need to be scared." she said, letting both hands draw down from her shoulders until she took hold of the red neck tie affixed loosely around the girl's neck, tugging at the length, pausing for a moment. Hmn. It seemed she'd underestimated exactly far gone she was . . . her fingers had run together into more of a mitten than a hand while she'd been distracted. That was no good, she narrowed her eyes and focused on her hands, not so much on what they were supposed to look like, but rather what she wanted them to do. Slowly, she felt the substance of her hands withdrawing, individual fingers splaying out though they moved in a boneless fashion as she gave them an experimental wiggle. Close enough.

"We both want the same things." she added, using her fingers to untie the knot and pull the length of red cloth slowly from around her neck, "I'm just going to attend to a mutual need." It was taking more self control than she'd care to admit not to simply tear the flimsy uniform from the petite form restrained before her, the smell of sex was getting into her head, making her warm and hungry for more. The way her body struggled against the immense weight pushing down onto her, the deep breaths, practically made her salivate with desire. She raised the length of red cloth up, stretching it out between her hands before she pressed it over the other girl's eyes and cinched it firmly behind her head, pressing her body up against hers so she could reach easily behind her, speaking breathily in her ear as she worked.

"Try not to fixate on the situation, focus on the sensation." she said, shifting her weight down pressing her lips to the hinge of her jaw, then kissing the side of her neck, letting her hands firmly stroke down the breadth of her back and along her spine, the swell of her breasts sliding down over her own heaving bosom as she kissed lower and lower along her neck, reaching her shoulder in short order. Her fingers traced their way down over her hips, rolling over the curve of her ass before she stroked the backs of her thighs, another kiss pressing to her collar and then to her shirt clad chest. Starting slow, trying to set her at ease, but also taking the time to experiment a bit trying to gauge how long it took her to dissolve fabric with her touch.

It went without saying that Rhaine was full of terror. This was not the first time she tangled with Tinman either but the machine made sure that she did not move from the spot. Her red eyes displayed that though she had been injected with Tinman's pheromones The touch upon her was arousing to the point that those lips set upon her neck caused her nipples to stiffen already.

But the “monster” continues on undoing her tie then pausing.

“T-Thanks ...” Rhaine sputters out though she wonders what this thing was, another student like her? Something else? The young woman appeared to be about her age. She is unsure whey she is here or what is happening to her as Juni brings her sensual touch upon her after tending to that tie she steals Rhaine's sight, a small blessing given the horrors she can block out. She nods when a mutual need is mentioned for there is no denying the fires that burn though

She finds that her acidic touch takes a little longer than Ortix before it starts to burn through fabrics. Longer than untying and retying the tie.

“O-OK,” she stammers out, trying to remain focused on the psychical side of matters, a small whimper sweeping past her lips, as her body begins to give into the chemical she was injected with.

"That's a good girl . . . no need to hold back, make all the noise you like." she said encouragingly at that soft whimper, pressing another kiss to her chest just between her breasts. She had to be careful, she was enjoying this just a little too much to blame entirely on the mutagen in her system. Something about having such a cute little thing at her mercy just woke up the devil in her, and with the burning need roaring through her veins she simply wasn't content to fantasize. She shifted her kneeling body, her thigh brushing along the inside of Rhaine's thighs as she moved in close. She didn't have it in her to stall any longer.

Her fingers dug into the backs of her thighs, running back up along her legs and under her skirt, both hands firmly squeezing her backside as she bowed her head down to press a quick kiss to the top of her breast. She flipped the skirt up over her hips as one hand continued up to the small of her her back, pulling Rhaine's hips closer and dragging her panty clad sex up and along the expanse of her thigh. The pressure of Tinman pushing down on her shoulders meant that she had to arch her back to move closer, lifting her breasts a little higher and giving Juniper to opportunity to press her lips down hungrily at the nub standing so firmly against the thin white material of her shirt. She worked her lips firmly against the soft flesh of her breast, letting her tongue flick slowly back and forth over the peak of her breast as she let the saliva work it's way into the cotton top.

The fingers of her other hand shifted up along her side instead of along her back like the first, just the finger tips circling her free breast for a few moments before she cupped the rise of her chest and squeezed possessively, her fingers sinking into the sensitive skin as she gripped it firmly. She let her tongue sweep in a slow circle over the pink nipple between her lips and, sure enough, she felt the first cotton layer break apart as she sucked firmly against her tit. Slowly massaging the other breast, she let the enzymes in her skin do their sinister work in slowly exposing her to a bit more sensation moment after moment. The hand on her back let her settle back down for a moment before drawing her back, rocking her back and forth against her molester's thigh, waiting until she could feel the heat of her sex riding directly against her flesh and a glistening wet trail along the curve of her leg.

Her shirt was barely a formality at that point, her fingers slowly rolling one pink nub first one way and then the next before giving a soft pinch and a tug for that spark of stronger sensation. Her tongue slowly traced along her areola and teeth lightly grazed over her skin before she pressed her lips back firmly to her chest giving a slow, drawn out suck against the nipple that was nonetheless firm. There was a slight popping sound as the breast slipped from the suction of her kiss. She let the hand at her back shift down to cup her backside again and kissed her way back up along her collar and her neck, to slowly trace her tongue along the outer edge of her ear.

"How is that? Nice?" she purred seductively in her ear, "Would you like more?"

1tinman watched impassively as Juni went to work. Clothing dissolving with that sensual touch as more and more with each sweep of her fingers, the press of her lips left the girl whimper softly. She was no stranger to such divine pleasure. Another student had been force into doing this with her but she was more worried about that situation as the woman ha been possessed and thus she was worried that rumors would get out that she was cheating on her lover.

This had been a bit different in that she was with someone or something that was either one of these things or more likely an altered student of some sort. Clearly she was not a human and thus she as unworried about matters. They were in a lab of some sort, isolated and it was clear that the girl was not quiet human. Rhaine did not initiate this of course though she felt the press of those lips or sweeping touch that had coursed over her then.

This situation was a bit different as her chest rose and fell thankful for the lack of visual input she could easily imagine that those were Dani's lips and fingers that had swept against her own body.

“Yes … yes it feels nice ...” she replies after squirming a little at that touch, holes spreading though the material of her clothes and spreading further as she was was continually caressed and her body was exposed further. “Please continue.”

She realized that she had no choice in the matter, that her situation would only be worse if she denied the matters. She was naturally submissive and gave in quickly, it always seemed better that she did so. Little did she have a hassle later on, most things sought to dominate her and throughout her life she had the rigid structure of her father's strict upbringing and military heritage that conformed her to the state where she gave in rather than fought and rebelled.

Leaning forward she tries to deliver a kiss upon Juni's cheek though not being able to see she had to guess more than anything here.

From her kneeling position, Juniper found herself pausing as she saw the broad mechanical clamp pushing down against Rhaine's shoulder, her soft brown eyes slowly following that length of steel reinforced cabling up to it's shoulder assembly and looking up into the uncaring diodes that shown dimly through his protective faceplate. She didn't doubt for a moment that he was recording all of this for posterity . . . so it was important that she play out her role to the hilt. Rena expected her helpless before the combined might of the stimulants and her body's new needs, and that wasn't far from the truth. Rhaine seemed to think she was a monster of some form which, at least, made that first role easier for her to play out. But still the wheels spun in the back of Juniper's mind, looking for an out . . . right now, that meant marshaling her strength, and establishing a rapport (however twisted) with her fellow student so that she'd move without hesitation if an opportunity arose.

Her own breathing was coming in soft, audible pants now, particularly so to young Rhaine who was so close. She felt like she was going to melt from desire alone . . . and that wasn't too far from the truth at the current rate, her cohesion continuing to slide out of her control the longer she delayed her precious nutrients. However slight, Juniper appreciated the soft reciprocal kiss to her cheek, even more than the soft request to continue it helped her reconcile the fact that she was forcing herself on a peer. After a moment, her lips swept in and pressed themselves firmly up against Rhaine's, Juniper bringing her body close up against hers as she pulled away the remnants of the other girl's shirt and let them fall over her shoulders, one quick tug ending her skirt and panties both as she discarded them to the side.

She let her tongue slide into the other girl's mouth, slowly but firmly probing against her own tongue as her arms drew tight around her, pressing their bodies flush together as Juniper tilted her head to more fully embrace the kiss. Her breasts pressed firmly back against the generous handfuls of Rhaine's own, cool pierced nipples rubbing against hot, aching peaks as Juniper let her hands travel a little lower, settling where the damaged shirt was resting against the bonds holding the other girl's arms in place. Juniper walked her hands over the restraints, trying to determine what material they'd used to secure the other student. Cloth or leather she was reasonably certain she could work her way through, but past experience told her that as a pale imitation of Ortix metals were right out. Rope might be tricky, depending on what it was made of, cotton or hemp she could manage, but nylon . . . well, it wasn't organic, but the slimy watch dog had gotten through her stockings before.

She broke the kiss and hovered close for a few moments, rolling her tongue around in her own mouth and trying to see if the other girl's saliva had any reactive qualities with her new metabolism that her blood hadn't. Mmn . . . nothing, she was just as hungry and wanting as before. She supposed she wasn't really surprised, Rena would never let her off that easily, and Ortix had practically ignored her mouth after that initial probing assault. Still, she hovered for a few moments, admiring her handiwork so far, the shade of her skin, the depth of her breathing, each little whimper. She lightly kissed the other girl's throat as her hands returned to stroking her body, a slightly pensive look on her face. It wasn't really her handiwork, she supposed, as pumped full of aphrodisiac as the other girl was she imagined she'd have responded to any kind of sensation, no matter how inept, short of pain. Well, maybe even then, depending.

"Hey. I want to move her." she said, looking up at Tinman as one hand slid up along her inner thigh. She didn't tell him to change her position , she didn't have that kind of authority, but neither did she ask for permission to do so herself. No matter how badly she needed this, or how she'd reached this point, she was determined that she wasn't going to play the role of the subordinate.

Rhaine, robbed of her sense of site tried to envision that it was her lover out there doing this to her, that it was Dani. That was how she tried to endure this ordeal even if the aphrodisiac burned through her skin telling her this was exactly what she craved, what she needed.

Her nipples and clit had already swollen though upon receiving such attention she was panting, small gasps that only told Juni of her passions and the yearning she had for her to continue despite her inner turmoil here.

The breasts felt different. Occasionally there was the touch of cool metal that reflected the piercings that disrupted her thoughts temporarily though this was a small matter.

Her clothing had been stripped away, what little she had left that is though the oozy touch seemed to flow against her with a consistency a bit thicker than warm syrup.

Drat! Cable. It was the same sort of capture wire that Tin man used, she might be able to eat away at the protective rubbery coating she had nothing to test that against though beneath had been metal and she realized that an full blown Ortix did nothing against metal yet manage to get into her mint container some how and dissolve them without damaging the tin at all.

Rhaine whimpers a little at the sensual nature of that touch though it's not one of pain, maybe a trace hint of fear but the majority of it is pleasure that she induces.

Whether or not it was recording any of this was something she was yet to find out though there were hidden cameras and mics all over the island so she may have been captured on film from the start making it unnecessary for Tinman to do anything.

It watched impassively diodes flashing on and off as it processed the data displayed before it, making calculations as it processed other matters.

Then her words. She wished to move the other subject. Well Rena did not say don't listen to her but Tinman calculated the appropriate response here. Of course had she asked to be freed Rena did not give it any orders to detain her specifically but it could infer that Rena did not desire that and would act accordingly.

It took an eternity to process, just over three seconds to compute! That clamp releases Rhaine.

“ACKNOWLEDGED.” But he did not move the girl, rather it no longer secured her into place so Juni could move her.

"Good boy." Juniper said with a bit of a smirk on her lips, taking that illussion of control over the situation and playing with it ever so slightly. She leaned in close to Rhaine then, reaching passed her to place the flat of her palm against the floor as she pressed a series of small, suckling kisses against the expanse of her neck, lingering at her ear for just a moment, "Don't do anything reckless just yet, Precious. You're doing very well so far." she murmured as her weight pressed against the other girl. Pushing her down with her body, she used her other arm to control the fall, keeping her close as she bent her backwards to rest on her knees and shoulders, her arms still bound behind her back as Juniper's own legs kept hers spread out.

She started to slowly kiss her way down the petite form under her, making all the stops a second time. The hinge of the jaw, the neck, the shoulder, the collar, warm, thick syrupy pressed against flushed, sensitive skin. She let her hand rest against the other girl's sex, her palm resting against her mons as her fingers gently cupped her hot, pink slit. As her lips found their way down to her breast, she slipped her middle finger into the other girls folds, finding no resistance down there. She worked the digit in and out in slow, steady circles as she lightly ran her tongue over her nipple again, pausing in her journey downwards to give her hand a little more time to work.

As she moved her lips down to the other breast she'd been massaging, she sunk her digit in all the way to the knuckle pushing deeply into her and wiggling the tip back and forth to tease her further, drawing the finger up and along the top of her sex as she stroked it back out, circling her labia slowly before thrusting firmly back into her, her teeth lightly grazing over the soft skin of her breast as her other hand took hold her breast and squeezed the whole mound firmly. Her lips traveled down lower to kiss her bottom rib and over her stomach, moving unerringly closer to her sex with each passing moment.

She was so close now, the smell filled her head and made it hard for her to think, she felt like she was dissolving in her lust, which wasn't as far from the truth as she'd like. She might not have been leaving a gleaming residue in her wake like her predecessor, but her skin was sticking to her and drawing out slightly before coming free, clinging to her curves inside and out. She slid a second finger home into her as she nipped at her waist and pressed a kiss into her lap, stretching her out further and coaxing more pleasure from that body before her lips pressed that the small standing button of her clit, softly suckling against it for a moment as she twisted her fingers inside of her as she thrust in deeply again.