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{ASSM} Compound X13.1 {Yotna El'toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo
(plot related)) 10/11
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of
an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do
so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE
HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to
your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for
this story.
 
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure
fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality
should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause
this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter Twenty-eight: Memories and the alien mind


Monday had arrived again, as it had a habit of doing. Nicola relaxed
listening to the local radio chat show as she drove from her drive on
to the steeply sloped hill. Much of this mornings chat revolved around
sex and how wonderful uncontrollable urges were! Weird or what, her
mind drifted back to early Saturday morning, not something it would
normally be able to do it was her habit to sleep in. But this Saturday
had been different, something, thunder or was it a lightning flash had
disturbed her just before 6:30. She had awoken with a desire; no it
was more - a longing for sex, a few weeks ago this would have thrilled
her boyfriend Mark. But Mark had left when the rows became daily
events. Nicola even remembered reaching out a hand searching for his
body in the lonely bed. She had cursed, rolled over and tried to
snuggle back to sleep. Then she became aware of an even more
imperative desire and rushed to her en-suite to empty her straining
bladder.

Nicola doused her head and face in cold water, to clear away the
cobwebs and dreams that had left her in this excited state. Gently she
dried her hair, and patted her face with the fluffy towel. Rotating
the towel slowly she massaged her neck. She watched her reflection in
the mirror, the towel moved from her neck to her shoulders and down
her over sized tee shirt (a sole memento of Mark) to her breasts. She
had seen her own lips quiver in the silver reflection of her growing
need. Turning she folded the towel in to a thick pad and placed it on
the rim of the bath.

Still watching her self avidly she placed one foot in the bath and
lowered her moist furrow on to the soft towel. She bore down with her
weight until she could feel the bite of the bath edge against her bud.
Then Nicola began to slide backwards and forwards in a slow undulating
motion. Her eyes never left the mirror watching, always watching the
tempo of her frenetic dance. Her hands flew to her breasts, breasts
that were now sculpted into domes by her sweat soaked tee shirt. Her
fingers plucked at the twin peaks of the domes sculpturing them into
cotton-covered spires. In the final throws of her desire she stopped
the sliding friction and pressed down as hard as she could, nipping
her pearl against the hard wet towel, gloriously she peaked her eyes
finally closing, shut out her reflected lust. After a full five
minutes of recovery she had returned to the nest of her bed and slept
the sleep of the fulfilled until lunch time.

The car nosed the last few hundred yards to the lab, the ignored
presenter still vying for Nicola's attention. She swung the wheel left
and in a practiced ritual dabbed the brakes just long enough for the
gates to slide open. There were no gates, just a cursing figure
fleeing from the advance of her hood. "You stupid idiot, you nearly
had me there" Steve grumbled, brushing the invisible dust from the
blue leg of his security uniform. "What happened to the gates" Nicola
asked ignoring the large mans anger "Vandals, that's what, smashed
down the gates after I left on Friday night. Little bastards broke
into my guardroom and helped themselves to a pass as well!"

"Did they get anything valuable, computers or notes" Nicola enquired
"Nah, not even the decency to thieve - they just smashed up a display
in the lecture theater, hell of a mess - they're still clearing it up"
Nicola sped away to the staff car park, "What a pain" she thought, if
they'd had taken the computers she could have gone back home; and
dealt with the desire her memories of the weekend had stirred. Walking
back she noticed Steve still hanging around the entrance, as she got
closer she realized her was examining the remains of the trashed gate.

"What are you looking for?" she asked "Paint from whatever did this,
there should be white paint" Steve mumbled his attention still on the
pile of scrap "How do you know it would be white" Nicola asked in
astonishment "Because I know who the ring leader was, cheeky jerk,
told the cops all about him and his white van. Not that they were
interested, useless they were, so I'm going to track him down, and
when I find him - boy has he got a surprise coming!"

Joelle stood in the crowded security room watching the early bird
arrivals. She had stayed on when Ada returned to the station, as it
was important for everyone at the shop to know how the cover up story
of the ram-raid was accepted. Things needed to get back to apparent
normality as quickly as possible. On the flickering screen Kate
watched as Nicola with surprise written all over her face walked up to
Merrill. "Decided on a change of job then, research to boring an
option?" Nicola asked Merrill her contempt barely hidden "You know me,
I like to meet new people, and try out new idea's" Merrill reached
down and slipped off her shoe, saying nothing she held it on her palm
for Nicola to see.

Nicola spun in disgust and headed for the safety of her office.
Merrill slipped the footwear back on as she creased her self with
barely repressed laughter. A light on her desk flashed Merrill quickly
pressed the winking button and Kate's voice filled the earpiece "How's
it going" "Fine," Merrill spoke into her lapel badge "They seem more
surprised to see me that the bashed up gates".

Nicola collapsed into her swivel chair "This place really is the limit
sometimes" she said to the blank computer screen. Nicola busied
herself with the normal chores, and then checked her e-mail groaning a
loud at the numbers of orders to suppliers that had cluttered the in
box over the weekend. She decided to surf for a while she browsed the
Best Jobs USA Site and made up her mind to revise her CV over lunch.
Cheered considerably she set about processing the orders, the list was
endless and unusual, Barrels, Bio-suits, Leather straps! God knows
what they were up to but she better get them ordered most of these had
arrived flagged as priority.

Back in the security room the crowd had thinned a little only Kate and
Amanda remained, flicking through the camera's to check the lab was
normal. Other than a slight increase in the number of "cooler" parties
around the water dispenser, discussing the excitement of the weekend's
various events all seemed normal. The camera switched to Nicolas
office and Kate held the typing girl in view, in terms of a leak her
access to the www was a considerable risk. The camera high on the wall
above Nicola's desk silently whirred, the view on the CCTV focused in
to the computer screen.

Amanda, secretly bored by this over the top security allowed her mind
to wander back to Merrill's prank. Kate had told her of the events in
the canteen, it still made her smile "Nicola I wonder if you be so
uptight if we got to control you" she thought idly "Is this what you
desire, shall I make it so?" Jen-lo's voice echoed in her cranium
"What" Amanda said out loud, Kate turned to her "Didn't say a word"
she said in confusion then looked back to the screen "Don't talk
think, think my name, concentrate on it then think your reply"
Jen-lo's voice boomed to Amanda only "JEN-LO What was the question
again" Amanda thought "Do you want me to show you Vagran lo control of
Nicola" Jen-lo voice asked patiently "can you, oh shit! JEN-LO can
you" thought Amanda "Is it your desire" Jen-lo transmitted from the
storeroom "Yes, JEN-LO YES!" Amanda thought.

Kate sat back in amazement as an Internet porn site popped up on the
CCTV screen; Nicola was trawling for porn, this was a shock! Once
again the camera whirred as it pulled its focus back. Nicola was
furiously moving her mouse, instantly the site disappeared and the
order form swam back into view. But, immediately the porn reappeared,
and Nicola sat as if frozen by the sight, the mouse was held
stationary in her hand while the cursor ran across the screen clicking
at incredible speed, flying through sites until the screen flickered
again. A large grainy image appeared; two women were grinding against
a double-dildo held deeply entrenched in both their wet holes. Nicola
vaulted from her desk and in desperation pulled the socket from the
wall; she stood there gawping stupidly at the plug as the tempo of the
thrusting on the screen increased. Nicola dropped the plug like a hot
potato and backed open mouthed into the wall behind her chair.

Slowly at first and then with increasing speed the pearl-like buttons
of Nicola's blouse unbuttoned themselves, and her blouse was drawn
open revealing a pink front opening bra. Nicola's panicked breasts
jumped in the quaking cups. Then by itself the fastening on the front
of the bra unclasped and unseen fingers raked the breasts, whipping
the quivering tips in to stiffened peaks. Nicola's shoes kicked
themselves off her feet and the girl sat down heavily her left foot
resting on the gusset of her matching panties. Her eyes streaming
tears the girl's hips now started rocking, forcing her dampening mound
to press down on the securely trapped heel. As Nicola's mouth opened
in a surprised oval the tears dried on her face, and she continued to
seesaw more freely on the fulcrum of her heel. The slippery
protuberance slid aside the wet gusset and settled in the opening to
her liquid furrow. Nicola's breasts bobbled in silent witness to her
prolonged shout.

Kate swung to Amanda and uttered one name "Jen-lo" Amanda replied
simply "You bet" continually watching the still convulsing girl on the
screen. Kate followed her eye line, and saw Nicola stand and rearrange
her clothing to its former pristine condition. She then walked calmly
to the door of her office and leaving turned towards the rear of the
lab. Kate switched cameras constantly and followed her en-route to the
storeroom. As the girl opened the door an elegant arm reached out and
ushered her in, the runes on the arm glowed more brightly than and
hypnotically than before. Kate switched to the storeroom camera;
darkness interspersed with white lines greeted her eyes. "Not quite
the slave you thought then, slaves get no privacy," observed Amanda
with some pride in her new Psychic skills. Kate chooses not to reply.

As time passed the staff forgot about the break-in and enjoyed
watching their formerly run down buildings steadily improve. In a the
weeks since the discovery of X-13.1 and Amanda's glowing report on the
new female "wonder drug" to Drexel's Board (with a touch of Jen-lo
help) had worked wonders, the funds had flooded in. Within a couple of
months the place was transformed. The Research Laboratory had brand
new front gates sporting a large DP logo. New offices and labs sprung
up constantly. The "Taylor" memorial garden was built; with sprawling
beds of flowers the pride of position going to Apocynum
androsaemifolium, and its heady scent filled the air. The staff was
encouraged to eat their sandwiches in the pleasant greenness.
Naturally they did, pleased to spend some time in the scented healthy
open air.

One of the many new area's was the private wing, which housed rooms
for the elite to use as they so desired, four rooms for the two Vagran
sisters Kate and Amanda with their souls sister slaves Tomasina and
Jen-lo. Four more rooms were added for their daughters, Greta, Blakey,
Anita & Julie. Today marked the opening of the final room for the
services rendered by Merrill in entrapping the raiding party. Merrill
stood with Kate and Amanda in front of the finished suite, as she
passed her security card over the mounted steel plate the door opened
and Merrill alone entered the room. Her mind raced as multiple
Merrill's smiled back from every silver surfaced mirror on the
interior six walls of the low ceilinged box. All she could see were
images of her self-reflecting continually around her. Going solo no
longer meant going alone, she walked to the end of the king-sized bed
and pulled open the bedside draw, it was full to the brim with
intoxicating purple petals!

Merrill noticed two gleaming silver buttons above the bed, as she
pressed one the lights dimmed to a sensuous purple haze. She pressed
it once more bright lights re-illuminated the room. She laid back on
the bed in ecstasy and reached in to the draw for a handful of petals.
Her shoulder nudged the second button, two sections of floor drew back
and two more beds rose into view. The new beds slid together with
Merrill's and formed seamless in to one. In the centre of one bed sat
Joelle, and on the other Ada. Merrill whooped and threw the petals in
the air as they fell like confetti Merrill shouted "PARTY TIME!" Such
was the life of the elite, to act as a draw for the new disciples,
always more disciples.


Chapter Twenty-nine: New orders

The police station had not undergone as many changes despite its
importance to the Vagran cause. The only obvious change to the
building was the shiny new sign under the station motif it read:
Dedicated to the servants of the people by its Corporate Sponsors
Drexel Pharma. Inside the briefing room the session was just getting
underway. Blakey called the role to each name there was an associated
"Yo" or whoop in reply; Anita, Greta, Julie, Merrill, Ada and Joelle
"Permission requested for one day compassionate leave, ma'am" Joelle
replied in stead of the anticipated cry "For precisely what" Growled
the Captain "To rescue my sister from a mental hospital" Joelle
replied "Request denied, do it in your own time!" Barked Blake, Kate's
voice rose "Executive overrule from Drexel, request granted" Joelle
stood grinning "Ma'am" and tipped her cap to Kate. Blakey shrugged
"Just get yourself back here tomorrow, first thing, bright eyed and
bushy pussied" she shouted to a disappearing Joelle "Ma'am".

"O.K. now we've dealt with the social roster," Blakey gave a long
sideward glance to Kate "On with the duty roster"

"Anita and Julie" "Nunnery, they've just started to use the well
again, same M.O. as last time, but undercover ladies, this time"
"Ma'am, Ma'am"

"Merrill" "Sports Center, Ladies day Changing room duty" "Alright! I
mean Ma'am"

"Ada" "Town patrol, run-away duty"   "Ma'am"

"Greta" "Special duties office with me" "Ma'am!"

Merrill called out as she headed for the door with the others "Hope
you got your wet gear Greta, I heard there's an increased frequency of
golden showers this afternoon!" "Get out of here and work" Greta
laughed in reply.

Greta smiled at Blakey as she ran her hands across her superiors
breasts "Special duties?" she asked Blakey who gulped her reply "New
recruits, basic training " A light tap sounded on the briefing room
door "Come" Captain Blake responded. The door opened and Nicola walked
seductively in, closely followed by an elegant middle-aged woman. The
older woman brushed Dorito crumbs from her ample bosom. Nicola halted,
saluted and holding her self stiffly erect spoke "Wilson, Nicola badge
number 679143DC, reporting for duty" Her compatriot sounded off
"DiMaggio, Louise badge number 367809DC, reassigned duty" "At ease,
ladies, and slip out of those uniforms" Blakey's naked on back pressed
to the table as she gave the order "Sergeant, adopt the position"
Blakey sighed as the familiar tongue circled her growing bud. Basic
training had started extremely well!


Chapter Thirty: To the victor the spoils


Kate lifted the videophone in response to the buzz at her apartment
door; she saw Joelle's exquisite and excited face filling her PC
monitor "I have visitor for you" Joelle voice smoldered. Her face
disappeared to one side to be replaced by a familiar grinning visage
"Sue, my Sue" Kate emoted under her soft breath, her manicured hand
slid across the polished oak desk extended its forefinger it firmly
pressed the button.

By the time Sue had entered the room, Kate had slid out from behind
her desk into the centre of the luxurious pad. She stood legs slightly
apart with her inside out pants adorning the peak of her swelling
shaft "Its been a long time Sue" Kate sighed "Since yesterday?" the
genuinely puzzled girl replied. Sue then lowered the tip of her tongue
into the valley of goo in the gusset and tenderly stirred it. Kate
made some quick introductions before the mounting pleasure rendered
her speechless "Sue this is Tomasina my slave, you will get to know
her well. Tomasina meet Sue my - Ahhhh, lover!"

Amanda shifted her weight on the bed, yes that was it - in this
position Jen-lo's second clitoris came fully into play. Between her
welcoming splayed thighs her vagina was stretched fully by the deeply
veined shaft, the corrugations undulated against her grateful G-spot
as the tip reared up against her cervical opening. The smaller domed
invader took possession of her flexing anal tunnel, while her own
clitoris; trapped excruciatingly as it was between the kissing
abdomens was lapped delicately along its sides by a skilled forked
tongue. As the erotic dance on the bed reached its torrid bolero of
mutual bliss, an orgasmic bedroom on earth became for a long, but
fleeting instant Vagran.


  Part ten of eleven
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Foot Notes
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