<b>Luxurious Apartment</b><br/><br/>The green-skinned Rishda had wasted no time securing Holn's borrowed form in a tightly fitting harness. The imitated appearance of Alice's nudity was only heightened by the placement of the straps which circled her neck, framed her breasts and decorated her waist and upper legs. The bright pink of the whirring phallus between the peacekeeper's thighs reflected easily off of the getup's dark material, while Holn squirmed on the floor either genuinely trapped or doing well to appear that way.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Yes, that's how I want to see you!</span>" Rishda's sadistic glee showed easily on her face, framed as it was by her red, luminescent hair. "<span style="color: green">Crawling on the ground in front of me like a worm. That's exactly where you belong. That is where you <b>will be</b>, one day.</span>" She straddled Holn's back to keep her partner from wriggling too far away, still brandishing a metallic ring on a cord. The powered strap-on increased in pitch when its underside was forced even lightly against Holn's back. "<span style="color: green">Open wide now, like the slut I know you must be. I don't want you swallowing your tongue while I'm having my fun.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: teal">Nng...</span>" Holn's voice shifted subtly, her golden digits pressing into the thick carpet covering the bedroom's floor. She kept her teeth clenched defiantly and shook her head from side to side, appearing to now be immersing herself into the role.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: green">Going to make it hard on yourself, huh bitch?</span>" Sergeant Krixsol's tone made it clear she was more than happy with that. Placing one large hand between golden shoulder blades she lifted her hips from the metamorph's back. She dragged the spinning tip of the neon dildo down along Holn's spine, toward her well defined buttocks. "<span style="color: green">Let's see if this changes your tune.</span>"<br/><br/>Rishda learned forward with her pelvis, slowly forcing her mechanical member between Holn's cheeks. The apartment filled with the shrill screams of Alice Alaigna.<br/><br/><b>The Den of Sin</b><br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, Jericho had easily noticed Syn's attempt to slip away; she'd been standing right in front of him after all. She strained her arms in the unyeilding grip of his cybernetic hand, while the touch of his still human fingers spreading the ointment onto her body sent a renewed ache for release through her slender frame. If only the man was willing to take her right then and there, Syntropy would have gladly responded and given herself to him freely. But Miss Alaigna had made it clear she wouldn't be finding relief any time soon.<br/><br/>That meant she wasn't going to give up on escaping just yet, no matter what the wolfish man assured her. The extensive genetic modifications of Novagene's scientists had done more than alter Syntropy's appearance, the Wentrix DNA which had been expertly woven through her human genetic code gave her the ability to transfer energy. While she could only manage to pull heat from one source to another with some concentration, the scientists had theorized she had far more potential than that.<br/><br/>Trapped as she felt, acting on inhuman instinct, Syntropy's fingers clenched and she 'pulled' raw electrical current from the metallic limb grasping her. Twisting her arms painfully out of the grasping hand as its power was briefly cut, she released the charge against Jericho's chest to hopefully stun him. Wild eyed, with her short brown hair standing on end, Syn scampered toward the waterfall which mostly enclosed the area the group was in. Diving into the streaming liquid, she left a sheet of ice in the immediate area her body passed through.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: brown">Go. Go. Go!</span>" she muttered shakily to herself, stumbling as much as running toward where she remembered the impressive entranceway to be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>