Roxy: "That's right." She smirks as she watches the pleasure and pain play across Omega Mode's features. Grinning wickedly, she reaches behind her to grab a bottle of lube from her bag before slicking up another toy. "Time for some anal training, I think." With that, she forces the thick dildo into Omega Mode's ass, making her cry out around the gag as it stretches her tight hole.

Sheila: "Oh yes..."

As the day passes, Roxy and Sheila take turns using Omega Mode's body for their own twisted pleasure. They fuck her in every hole, using toys, machines, and even ordinary household objects like dildos and vibrators. The car becomes a mobile brothel as they move from place to place, never once worrying about being seen or caught.

In the backseat of their car, Omega Mode is nothing more than a pathetic plaything for these two criminal masterminds.

When it's finally over, Roxy lies limp beneath you, completely satisfied and utterly spent. Her breathing slows and her eyes drift shut as she tries to catch her breath. "Wow," she whispers, "that was... intense." She lets out a soft moan as your weight presses down on her.

Meanwhile, Sheila quietly re-enters the room, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Looks like you two had quite a workout,"

As you invite Sheila to join in, she laughs softly and shakes her head. "Maybe another time," she says, taking a seat on the bed beside Roxy, who's still catching her breath. "But for now," Sheila continues, leaning over to kiss Roxy tenderly, "I think I'd rather just watch."

Their lips linger together for several moments before Sheila pulls back with a satisfied smile on her face. "There's plenty of time for everyone to have some fun tonight,"

As soon as Fox finishes speaking, Roxy's expression softens slightly while Sheila's eyes narrow in thought. "We can discuss that later," Roxy says calmly, surprising even herself with her sudden change of tone. "Right now we need to focus on getting to our hideout."

She glances at Sheila again, who nods in agreement. "Yes, let's just head out," she suggests soothingly, placing a reassuring hand on Fox's shoulder. "We'll sort everything else out when we get there."

As the three of them begin walking towards their destination, Sheila explains that they have a safe house not too far away. "It's an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town," she says casually, as if talking about some mundane location. "We've modified it extensively over the years to make sure it's secure."

Roxy snorts derisively at this point. "Oh yeah, like anyone would ever find that place," she scoffs. "It's perfect for us."

Roxy:Well... that was strange. Do you feel any different? Any changes to your body or anything else about you?

Sheila:Yeah, do you still have those odd cravings for... well... unusual things? I mean, like having someone ride you and stuff? Or is that just gone now?

Sheila:Oh... well... uh... I'm sorry for asking. It's just that we were wondering if anything would change after what happened... with the rock thing falling from the sky and all. We didn't mean to offend you or anything.

Roxy:No, no. It's okay. I understand. And honestly? If it means making things easier for you, then we can totally help out with that. You know... if you want us to.

With a wicked grin, Roxy unsheathes a knife from her boot and presses the cold steel against User#1756445355830's throat. "Now," she breathes heavily in their ear, "who do you think is in charge here?"

Sheila, meanwhile, reaches into her cleavage and produces a small vial of clear liquid.

"Ah, see?" Roxy says with a laugh, pressing the knife harder against their throat. "That's what I thought." She glances over at Sheila, who rolls her eyes before stepping forward to meet User#1756445355830's gaze.

"Now," she says smoothly, "why don't you apologize for being such a little bitch and try to make things right?" She holds up the vial temptingly, its contents sloshing around menacingly.

"Well, let's see what we can find," Roxy says, rummaging through your cabinets before pulling out a box of cereal. "Got any milk?" she asks without looking at you. Sheila rolls her eyes but nonetheless begins searching for the milk herself. "Maybe we can have a little snack while we wait."

"Pasta it is, then," Roxy says with a shrug as she takes the box of pasta out of your hands. "You know what they say, when life gives you lemons..." She begins, glancing over at Sheila for help. Sheila scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Don't look at me for that stupid saying." Roxy laughs, shaking her head as she pours water into a pot to boil. "