Her head lolled loosely to one side as she looked up at the mechanical man looming over him through hooded eyes. Her body jumped and spasmed in the aftershocks of her release, her toned thighs holding him tightly. She could hear the low bassy thrum of her heart beating in her ears, her body warm and comfortably numb as though she were wrapped in a particularly fluffy blanket. The shocked howl as she'd crashed home into another climax had receded for the moment, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air.

"Ngh..." she stirred slightly when the thick rod still driven deeply within her gave her another jolt, shaking her from her dazed revery. He hadn't lost a beat while she'd been rocked by the intensity of her release, her tongue lightly curled along her lip as the hose sucking against her breast started to vary it's pressure, rhythmically suckling against her to keep her nerves buzzing even as it let her rattled nerves recover however slightly. The slow, circular stroking of his metallic clamp against her other breast provided a pleasant counterpoint, cool metal against hot flesh, a slow continuous stroke over her flesh in comparison to the sharp, irregular tug against her pierced peak on the other side.

"AHN!" and, of course, there was the insistent, deep, drilling strokes of the rod still plumbing her depths. The table shifted precariously behind her in time with the vigorous pounding of her sex, causing her heart to flutter as she half expected it to give way. She rocked in time with the pistoning motions that drove him deep into her cunt, the restraints biting into her hips and wrists as he pushed her up and into them. Her ankles crossed behind him as he thighs pulled him close for support, though that caused her to press her engorged red clit up against the rotating wand that was already teasing her so insistently.

Her frantic, short gasps echoed off the hard tile walls as he continued to milk her body of its needed fluids, the slurping sucking sound of his pounding pseudo-cock mingling with the sounds of her lust, periodically punctuated with a high-pitched moan when the next measured jolt rocked her body. Each peak seemed to be comming closer than the last, but she was already beyond worrying about that sort of thing, simply clinging to him and riding through the sensations that were setting her body alight.

It was good that she was cumming so much, that needed juice, that lubricant sucked up by it's pseudo member as it pumped away at her, the occasional electric jolt spiraling into her though the voltage had been turned down significantly.

After forming such a rapport with her it did not wish to hurt her and was glad that she was showing signs of excitement with the closing of her legs around it's metallic body, the press of it had firmly swept over that questing wand that had no problem in stimulating her further as it continued to spin without a brake for it was clear that Tinman preferred to keep her excited, the more excitement, the more juices and while it had been aware that she could only produce so much juice at once, so much of the precious lubricant it would continue to collect every last drop of the substance until she was virtually dry seeing that it would leave her passage before then only because it had chosen to be a bit considerate and not chaff her body with that friction caused by the last few pumps.

It varied the suction of those pumps on her breasts so that the air pressure there felt like tiny fingers. Then lips when a fine mist joined the air current as it reallocated a meager portion of internal water that helped dilute some of the coolant to cause it to last longer. Water was simple enough to collect and store as needed and it always had that it abundance.

The table rocked and shifted despite it holding it with one of those large clamps as the other continued to grasp her breast. A sense of touch was something that it had lacked though it was aware that she possessed one and it had been attempting to keep her stimulated on so many levels as it moved over the lower parts of that orb. Unlike her it did not feel hot or cold as it massaged the underside of that breast though she seemed to enjoy it, or one of several other techniques that it was applying to her.

'WE ARE ALMOST FINISHED,” it had informed her as that mist continued to flow against erect nipples and that suction pulled and teased. It had calculated the odds, when she had produced even more lubricant then expect it still pressed forth within her without halting for a second sucking up that juice while it had lasted.

"Hahn--mn...ah!" her head rolled back loosely as the rolling motion of her body in those tight restraints shifted her shoulders up and down, her head resting against the table again. She gave an appreciative little coo as he mixed that warm mist in with the insistent stroking of her nipples. Her eyes looked up into his, but the gaze was flat, unfocused, his looming form reduced to a blurry shadow against the bright overhead lights. Her body was still responding, egged on by the potent chemical context she'd been injected with, but it was clear her mind was barely capable of keeping up with his relentless assault on her body.

She twisted slightly as the curve of his clamp settled around the swell of her breast, his metallic "hands" cupping and squeezing the mound of soft, sensitive skin in time with the simulated lapping and suckling of her peak. Her body clenched for a moment as another gentle shock rocked her sodden folds, her thighs squeezing him tightly even as her arms jerked under her manacles, relaxing again as the buzz dwindled in charge again. Her heart fluttered as the table rocked back a bit further that before, though it remained secure in his tight grip, a short, startled cry punctuating the thrust as the rod bumped against the deepest parts of her.

"Ahnn----I...I...MM" she tried to respond as his assurances faintly pierced the fog of her mind, though her tongue refused to form the words. A light tremor ran through her body at the way the warm water rolled along her nipples, a shiver running through her where a tiny trickle ran between steel and pierced flesh She whimpered slightly, the tension building up in her again, as she steadily built up to yet another climax.

It was tireless, Tinman had lacked the sensation of touch other than receptors telling it how much pressure it was exerting on something or if it had managed to hit something. No nerve endings to promote an orgasm, just the tireless efforts as that metallic rod puled and pumped into her quivering body.

Clearly it did not ever have to stop though the precious lubricants of her body could only produce so much liquid telling it that it was time to stop.

It's cock continued to lap and suck at those juices as the door opened, Aegir slithered in followed by Rena who looked upon the matter with a sneer on her features. Clearly she wished to stop this, to torture her some more but she didn't or rather couldn't as her mind was being interfered with at that precise moment by the ancient entity who had removed one of the pumps from a nipple, bended down and let an actual tongue trace along the nipple playing briefly with the piercing then consuming her breast.

“I hardly ...” Rena began but fell silent just watching the scene unfold before her.

If it is torture that you are after, I shall do so over the weekend. I want this one as my plaything, you could continue with additional torture if you wish after that brief respite though I can do all sorts of interesting little things with her mind.

“Fine. Just burn her memories away afterward!”

Even the torture?

“You can leave all traces of it and other unpleasant situations. Recent memories though of the last two days ago.”

Aegir thought. I'm sure you wish to be remembered and just want those details of her discoveries gone.

“Yes. All traces.” And with that she departed leaving Juniper alone with a rather eager Tinman and Aegir.

Tinman might be tireless, but Juniper herself could hardly claim the same. The chemical cocktail helped, surely, supplimenting and enhancing the natural endorphins that her body produced kept the sensations pleasant even as the rough grind of his harvesting stealing her natural lubrication left her raw. However, there were limits, she simply didn't have any experience with this kind of sexual marathon, and there was no respite or time for rest as one shuddering release started to blend into the next. Her physical training helped somewhat. Even as moans blended with it, her breathing kept steady if frantic, and the dull ache in her hips or where the manacles chafed didn't distract her overly much. Her mind, however, couldn't keep up with what was happening to her, her usual thoughts of escape and resistance buried under the haze of pleasure rolling through her over-stimulated body.

As the door to the observation theatre openned, a piercing wail rang out through the bare room, drowning out the echoes of her previous desperate moans, until her voice cracked at the highest pitch, a faint rasp the only sound escaping her as the sound bounced back at her from the walls. Her hands worked, clawing feebly at the air as her toes curled into tight balls behind the machine's back. She was barely aware of Aegir's casually slithering form, her body still convulsing involuntarily as the Tinman drew out the sensation, her eyes only dimly turning towards his own milky white orbs as he pulled the suction cup from her puffy, swollen nipple. She pressed her lips together, something faintly like concern crossing her mind as the soft, heated texture of his tongue rolled against her flesh. It faded as a sharp jolt from Tinman forced her back over the precipice, a sharp squeel fading into a dusky moan as the heat of his mouth engulfed her breast fully. The contrast was startling, cold metal to one side keeping her firm and aware against her flush skin, meanwhile the other heat met heat on the other side making her want to melt away into the sensation.

She swivelled her head the other way. Even as far gone as she was, she recognized the shape of that white labcoat cinched closed around flared hips, the creamy flesh-toned shape of a low-cut top and the mass of blonde hair spilling along her shoulders. She couldn't make out the gleam of her golden eyes at the moment. She was a faint pulse of rebellious instinct in her, the old grudge wanting to rear it's head, but she couldn't focus it. Ultimately, she just looked away again, sagging loosely in her bonds, the toned legs around the machine-man loosening slightly. If she'd heard the creatures' conversation, she certainly hadn't made any sign of it.

As Tinman felt the near end of her body spasming and offering up that precious lubricant it had ceased it's motions for the time being at least. Obtaining 90% lubrication from her in one sitting was something that it wasn't planning on anyway but at least now it had been out of the danger zone.

It extracted itself drawing away all it's toys though the psionic entity had been present and it had received no new orders from Rena though it was often pushed to rebellion given that Juniper was able to bring up matters that it had not been programmed to deal with and thus had been left to it's own devices.

Carefully it broke the circle of her legs though for her continued comfort it still held onto the table and merely became a spectator now that Rena had left and it had been beyond the compulsion to seek nourishment.

Aegir waited for Rena to leave and now that Tinman had been finished he produced a simply cell phone. God he hated technology but Tinman lacked a mind and thus he could not touch the machine. Only recently was he learning to touch on the alien mind set of plants with Birch's help after finding out that it was possible, though extremely difficult. But machines were another matter.

Stand guard. It was the simple text message he put it, showed to the machine then deleted. He looked back at Juniper as the machine lumbered away, waiting until she was coherent. He grinned and his mouth tendrils swayed this way and that. His mind now telekinetically holding the table upright.

New life is within you I see. Barely sentient, more like vermin though their primitive minds will be shattered and they will come undone to the crushing weight placed against them. If Rena asked there was always the claim that their presence interfered with what he was trying to do to the student's mind. For now it seemed that the nightmare was over, temporarily if Rena had her say about it. As an excuse to get her out of here for a few days at least he said he wanted her. Of course, her new found friend in Tinman would later follow her, whether to get more of her essence in the form of sweet lubricant or to play Aegir did not know though the telepath had to burn away a few things her. Of course he had too much of an ego to write himself out of matters completely. She had lost her proof any way so a slow return of some memories worked, but for the time being he had to draw the current down on the matter.

Now sit tight, it's been awhile since I had to be so thorough my dear, Aegir began rummaging through her mind governing the events of the past few days.

She gave a low groan of mingled relief and disappointment as the broad probe that had been buried so deeply within her ceased its ministrations and drew itself out. Her legs dangled loosely below her as 2179 untangled her desperately clinging thighs, the manacles still loosely around her ankles clinking and clattering as her legs swayed against one another or the table behind her. Her eyes fell closed for a bit, the occasional little jolt or shiver the only sign that she hadn't simply dozed off in the aftermath of her thorough reaming, her chest rising and falling in time as she gulped down one breath after the next. There was a slight tickling of her skin as fat beads of sweat started their slow trail along the contours of her body, the scent of her sex still heavy in the air as a faint blush still stained her cheeks.

"Uhn. . ." a gentle moan rolled over her lips when she finally stirred, a low, content kind of groan. The kind of satisfied sound a woman might make when rolling over to check on her partner for the night, intent to snuggle, kiss, and tease with the promise of more. She was a bit sore, but uninjured ... perhaps more than she could've hoped for down here. Her eyes lightly fluttered until they openned, briefly squeezed shut again at the bright light still lingering overhead, and openned them again. She didn't quite start when she saw his smiling countenance across from her, there her heart did jump for a few beats.

"Ni figa sebe--" she murmured, a bit breathily, It seems like every time I wake up lately, you're there watching me. Is my sleeping face so interesting? she poked at him reflexively to try and cover her ruffled feathers. She could never put her finger on it, but there was always something about the way that smiled that dug at it her just a little. It always seemed just a little smug to her, bemused, the way someone might smile at a child who'd misstepped in some particularly entertaining fashion. Given their respective age difference, she supposed that might not be too far from the truth, as she watched the light twitch and sway of his feeder tendrils.

A slightly pallid shade entered her complexion as he mentioned the new life dwelling within her. In the excitement that had followed, she'd almost forgotten about the grotesqueries currently nesting in her stomach. The thought of that demon in her head, riding her senses, experiencing what she was for the last ... however long that had been made her skin craw at the invasion. It seemed that the age-old sea creature had that particular problem handled though. It was what else he was doing that put a tremble through her spine.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, uncharacteristically meek for a moment. Her head was still a jumble in the aftermath of Tinman's use of her body, foggy in places, pliable. Thoughts briefly slid through her mind, unbidden as he thumbed through them. Her mounting suspicion, the girl in the shower, the choking anesthetic scent of the infirmary, disbelief at her first glimpse of Rena turning swiftly into mounting horror, and then barely restrained panic. The blonde sprawled over the floor, the splintering of the wooden door, the fall, the pain, her meeting with Gigi, and then her meeting with Aegir stored separately despite him being the puppet master of her delusion there. She started to squirm in her restraints as parts of it started slipping from recollection, little things first, unimportant details ... the color of Gigi's hair, the fate of the janitorial jumpsuit she'd stolen for that night, her achy trip back to the school on a bad knee as she tried to get to the showers before anyone could notice her absence.

"S-stop it." she said, shaking her head, as though such a simple gesture could dislodge him as he pruned away another snippet, carefully selected to make connected thoughts seem inconsequential as well.

It stood silent vigil not hearing Aegir's end of the conversation though it had no problem understanding Juniper as it listened in, it's head turning towards the pair when she told the ancient entity to stop, it took a few steps forward as Aegir was not one of the scientist so it was free to disregard the entity as it saw fit.

Looking between the extra dimensional being then the student it could not fathom any pain though it had already brought it's weapon systems online, a subconscious act?

You look so sweet when you sleep, he answered her with a nod. It is a simple constellation prize given that I have yet to live up to my end of the part of my arrangement with you. It had been the governing fact in the reasons why he had not taken her yet though he was quit patient and knew that before long that he would have her.

He eagerly looked towards that day though now was not the time. He of course had wanted her fresh at her peak.

Picking up on her concerns about the life residing inside of her, albeit short lived, he had already inserted the foods that she would subconsciously need to assist in the digestion of the things once they were dead. Of course, he did not allow them to live that long and while he moved on to other matters as he left some general impressions foggy so that his meeting with her made better sense he had temporarily removed sections.

Like a director making edits to a movie, cutting and splicing things together, he heard Tinman stir and held it in place telekinetically while he worked up another text, hitting keys with his mind then showing it to the automaton though he continued to hold the automaton with his mind to remain on the safe side all the while answering Juniper as he did so.

I'm afraid I cannot stop it, this is for the best for the time being and it will not harm you in the least. Now, I have already taken care of your little problem with the parasites. They are dead and with the proper diet you can now digest them though you may have some heart burn on occasion.

He had finished his text showing it to Tinman.

She is unharmed and just being dramatic. Stand down.

She squirmed a bit on the table, rolling her shoulders as she tried to pull her hands free. It was true enough that the way he sifted through her memories didn't cause her any pain, in point of fact it didn't feel like anything much at all. Somehow, that didn't do anything to slow the rate of her heartbeat, or still her breathing. For every tidbit she found missing from her memory, she worried there were three or more that she didn't notice. And the bits that she did remember, seemed to stand out all the more starkly for what she didn't. The infirmary was lost, but she remembered Rena, those golden eyes, and her panic. She didn't remember the path she was taking, or the destination she was intent on reaching, but she remembered the sticky, tingly embrace of Ortix as he violated her in plain view of another. She remembered running desperately through dark corridors, steel shutters closing around her, channeling her flight as a lumbering metallic giant dogged her heels ... but where it was, and what she'd been doing there slipped away from her. It was like a dream, disconnected, disjointed, but all too real for that.

And that was when she realized she no longer knew where she was, or how she'd gotten there. She was hot, exhausted, and naked, strapped down to a table ... but she didn't know how, why, or how long she'd been out from under the sun. And Aegir was there, concentrating with that vaguely patriarchal smile on his inhuman lips as he parred away another layer. The memories she still had were vague ... she'd trusted him with ... something. She remembered liking the work he'd done but ... but ... what had it been? Dammit, dammit.

"Get the hell outta my head!" she snapped. Maybe it was a bit of desperation, with her waist still secured she couldn't get much leverage, but she snapped a kick out for his midsection. Perhaps predictably, given that her legs were the only thing she had free to fight with.

Tinman ran a full diagnostic. It could not move though all other systems seemed to operate fine other than the fact it could not move currently. Firing up it's lasers it fired them forth cutting at the restraining waist strap.

“RUN.”

Why the command? It still had to cut her arms free though later it would have to run another thorough diagnostic. Something was wrong, correct ?

A tentacle deflected the kick, it was almost lazily on his part. Aegir was in her head now and he was quite aware of her thoughts as they formed, synapses firing through that mind giving him a preview with how her body was going to respond before it had acted.

He had done fairly well with staying out of her mind thus far though now he was doing a bit of spring cleaning there and was quite aware of her every action. More of a worry was Tinman who acted despite being held in place though that did not matter as those lasers emitted from his eyes cut Juniper free of the waist restraint before he used his telekinesis again shifting his gaze first away from Juniper so as not to hit her, then up to the ceiling where it ceased the emission of that weapon.

His mind structured as it was allowed him to do multiple tasks with the same degree of concentration at the same time though he held that table in place as well as Tinman he slithered to a locker opening it with his mind and returning with a lab coat, her manacles unhitching suddenly though he was in the opportune position if she collapsed. He intended to catch her if that was the case turning over that coat for the time being at least, there were other uniforms that he could get here, Rhaine was not the only test subject that they had brought here after all.

There, there, all finished now. Shall we fetch you something to wear? This shall do in the sort term though I figured that you would want something before getting to my cove.

She gave a short "eep" at the red-hot lance of heat that issued out of Tinman's jagged visor, wincing reflexively as is sheered through the restraint holding her to the table with surprising accuracy. She watched with a mixture of surprise and dismay as the metal man's head jerked roughly up and away from where she hung on the table. She really hadn't had much of an idea exactly how much telekinetic muscle Aegir had at his disposal ... but if he was able to manhandle Tinman so casually, she decided to move him up a few notches. It somewhat underscored how much their partnership was on his terms. When it ceased to be amusing ... well ... best not to think about that.

She blinked at the sound of the latch hidden in the manacles holding her arms in place came undone, barely having a secong to register what that meant before she dropped roughly to the floor. She stumbled forward a few moments, and it looked like her knees might buckle, but she held up her hand to signal that she had it under control. Of course, the other arm hugged her chest, trying to hide herself from his smiling eyes as she took the labcoat he offered her. She turned away from him as she buttoned up the coat, tsking slightly as she looked herself over. It was a bit shorter than she'd expected, roughly as short as her school skirt, except the slit was in the front. She'd have to be careful about the way she moved, or she was going to end up flashing anyone who looked her direction ... at least it helped hide the missing shirt, though anyone who looked closely enough would likely suspect.

"Something to wear would be nice ..." she admitted, though her eyes wandered over to Tinman, body still locked stock-still by Aegir's telekinetic pressure. She mulled over what he'd said, "Run" ... Lord knew it was her first instinct. But she didn't know her way around anymore, she'd just blunder her way into something worse most likely. Aegir ... well ... he seemed nice enough ... and her scattered bits of memory seemed to view him favorably, though she admitted that those could well have been planted. Still, she walked over to the looming metallic giant, resting her hands against his chest and leaning against him slightly as she looked up at him, unaware of the way it drew the jacket up along the contours of her behind.

"Oh, Big Guy ... shh ..." she murmured softly, in what she hoped he knew was meant as a soothing tone, "I'm okay. I'm okay. I just got a little scared. Don't get frantic." she raised her heels off the ground, stretching up to lightly stroke his cheek, "Stand down, alright? I'm not in any trouble ..." she glanced over her shoulder back at the mauve tentacled creature capable of picking her apart with a thought, Right?

She turned around and rest her back against Tinman as she looked with Aegir the one might eye a snake as they tried to determine if it was poisonous. Her instincts told her it was okay, but her rational mind told her to be wary, and either of them could've been influenced by him and she'd never know. So, she kept close to Tinman the way a small child might cling to their mother's skirt of their brother as she marshalled her courage for a few moments. She wasn't exactly afraid, but she felt like she was back to square one with all this strange, monstrous creature stuff at the moment. She was taking her time feeling things out while she could.

"What's at the cove?" she asked softly, combing the brief snatches of memory left to her. She coudln't remember ever being to anything like that since she'd arrived on the island ... at least that was clear enough.