<b>Luxurious Apartment</b><br/><br/>At Holn's first pained cries the ring gag had been forced between her lips and secured by its strap behind her head. With 'Alice' where she wanted her, Rishda's hurried motions were replaced with slow deliberation¹. While her hips moved leisurely, it was obvious the high tech shaft she was thrusting with was doing work between her partner's cheeks. Holn's screams reverberated around the bedroom, her fists gripped the carpet and her toes dragged along the floor, moving as though she were trying to run. The peacekeeper's fingers pushed harshly down Holn's back, though it was unlikely to have done much to the real Alice the force was enough to briefly distort the metamorph's golden skin between the black leather straps of the body harness. Holn reacted by arching her back, her face coming fully into view with her tongue poking through the metal circle holding her mouth wide, drool glistening on her bright chin. Rishda moved her hands around to grasp the generous golden breasts now presented, pinching and tugging at them to coax out even higher pitched sounds from her writhing victim.<br/><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">¹This post took five times longer to write because I was sure 'deliberance' was a real word.</div>
</div><br/><b>Past the Waterfall</b><br/><br/>The sound of shattering ice caused Syntropy to increase her pace, for what little good it did her. She shrieked when Jericho grabbed her, taking a moment to recognize the man in his altered form. She struggled as best she could, until the jolt of elecricity sent her arms and legs spasming wildly. Her body went limp for a moment and it felt as if her limbs were being stuck with hundreds of tiny needles. By the time she felt able to move properly again, her wrists had already been cuffed securely behind her back; she clenched her fingers and tested the chain's strength in misplaced hope to break it.<br/><br/>"...why dont you let me help you with that before we go back..we can..discuss a plan.."<br/><br/>Syn forced herself to concentrate on her captor's words. They were away from the others now, importantly they were out of Alice's range of hearing or so she supposed. Her vanity assured her that this man would want to take her now that he had the opportunity. It could give her another chance to run, if he let his guard down. A larger part of her mind didn't care about escape  so long as he could get her off. It would be shamefully easy with the aroused high she was feeling, she'd never felt so pent up and on the edge in her life, not even when 'helping with research' would leave her unsatisfied.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: brown">I-I'm listening,</span>" she struggled to speak clearly. "<span style="color: brown">What do you want me to do?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>