<strong>Enzo's Clinic</strong><br/><br/>"Belinda? Ah, that's right. Father and I kept that affair fairly quiet." Enzo's smile wouldn't have been out of place on a cobra. "She was quite something. An agent, from one of those organizations with too many letters. Marco knows the details. Most of their type are just sent in to spy, as if the Xantelli power could be stolen and brought back for their exploitation. Belinda was different. She was an assassin."<br/><br/>His power extended to encompass his captive. The form of the operating table seamlessly flowed and reshaped, until Kiara lay reclined on a comfortable brown leather divan. He continued the manipulation internally. Working with objects was different than working with flesh, but at a metaphysical level they were the same. Slaves transformed thusly could think and feel, if he willed it. It was a function of the soul, not the skin. Playing with Belinda had taught him much of the process.<br/><br/>The 'nerves' throughout her body became highly sensitive, and erotically charged. Kiara's slow stroking would quickly spur the captured woman toward heights of sexual pleasure, without ever quite achieving release. Enzo left her no means of expressing her arousal. It would only be apparent to those like his sister who could see into her soul.<br/><br/>"She was remarkably successful, penetrating deeper into the family secrets than most who had come before. It took a bit of cleverness to root her out. We knew she was present, and that she had somehow obtained a firearm, but we didn't know who she was. The inability to read minds is a terrible handicap for us. In the end, though, the solution was quite simple. Marco began walking his gardens on a regular schedule, without the benefit of bodyguards. After a few weeks she grew bold enough to make her move, and she managed to shoot him dead. A single well-placed shot; quite impressive, actually."<br/><br/>He moved to kneel next to his sister on the divan and began lightly running his fingers across the leather surface. "You must have been so happy, weren't you, dear? Sadly, victory was short lived. She had given away her position, and a few specially modified slaves and I were able to capture her. Two of them died. Plus, of course, Marco's body double. Father had been in the security bunker for weeks, and was none too happy about the inconvenience. I managed to stop him from tearing her limb from limb, claiming her as my prize for the operation. Eventually he relented."<br/><br/>"Since then she and I have had great fun together. Sadly, though, all good things must come to an end. I'm afraid her will is quite broken. Here, listen for yourself." A pair of female lips formed on the side of the couch, as if stretching the leather from within.<br/><br/>"<em>Please.... please....</em>"<br/><br/>"Yes, dearest? What is it you need? Freedom, or a climax? I'm afraid I'm only in a position to grant one."<br/><br/>The voice was tinged with infinite sadness. "<em>Please.... let me cum....</em>"<br/><br/>He turned again to his sister. "You see? There's nothing left to play with." The lips sank back into the surface and disappeared. Enzo did not honor the slave's request. She could remain in that state overnight, at least.<br/>