<b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Neymi, Cypher and the Survivors:</span></b><br/><br/>The private text message from Neymi got a glare from Darion behind his helmet mask followed by an annoyed sigh.  Of course, the damn sexbot took control of their medic again and wasn’t fighting whatever was going on.  At least that was what Darion would believe until he had different evidence.<span style="color: green">“Understood.”</span>Was all he replied though.  He was nowhere near as fast at typing as the woman seemed to be.<br/><br/>Of course immediately after that the comms seemed to cut off and the grey started speaking to them.  Staying silent, he listened to every word.  He wouldn’t admit out loud that he had been thinking something similar.  That she had been controlled by someone or something.  He hadn’t had a choice but believing her though, not with them separated.  To him, she hadn’t seemed to be under anyone’s control after she ran off and got in contact with them again.<br/><br/>But, then again, what they said would make sense why they would question her.<span style="color: green">“Fine.”</span>He said as he thought about a way to make sure Neymi could confirm she wasn’t controlled.  A grin came to his lips behind his mask as the communication came back up.<span style="color: green">“Hey, Kitty Cat.  These two want confirmation that you aren’t some mind controlled slave.  You think of any way to confirm it for them Kitten?”</span><br/><br/>…………………………………………<br/><br/><b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Orgy:</span></b><br/><br/>Issirah couldn’t find the presence of mind to respond to the woman on the other side of the drone’s radio.  The logical part of her brain knew that the cat girl was right, that this was just plain stupidity.  But the pheromoans released by the android and the goo thing were completely overriding that part of her brain.  Leaving just the primal part pushing her to breed the girl in her claws.  The only response Neymi got was her moans and the sound of her hips slapping against Ianthe’s Ass with the wet squelch of her cock burring itself hard and deep in Ianthe’s traitorous body.<br/><br/>A gasp escaped her lips when the felt the goo thing invade her ass.  Something she had never let anyone else do, but she was feeling too much pleasure from the goo and from Ianthe that all it did was increase the volume of her moans.  The goo’s invasions felt too amazing for her to resist.  The ting filled her better than any male she had let touch her before.<br/><br/>Soon Issi’s thrusts into Ianthe became more desperate as her grip on the girl tightened.  Her speed of thrusts increasing while she pushed herself harder and harder into the human assassin.  She was getting close.<br/><br/>Less than a moment later her claws dug into Ianthe before Issi forced one last hard thrust into the girl accompanied by a loud moan.  She came hard as she released her seed as deep inside the girl as her body could reach.  The amount that soon flooded into Ianthe was larger than normal showing the Camarian’s genetic engineering and how repressed she had been in the time she was in the lab.  At the same time, her own cunt squeezed down around the goo invading her as she orgasmed from all the pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>