II.

Stephanie was fuming as she held her finger under the bathroom faucet. Not only was the statue hideous, it pricked her, causing her to bleed.

Being the daughter of Charles Wheatley could certainly prove frustrating at times... and although she had long ago accepted that she couldn't compete with his work, he could have at least gotten her a better 'going away' gift!

Speaking of his work, Stephanie reflected on the extra hours her father was putting in. Thanks to her father's carelessness, coupled with her expertise in programming, she had full access to her father's top-secret program... and as a result; she learned to fully appreciate her father's genius.

Stephanie quickly stripped down to her panties and bra when she entered her bedroom, and like she had done on every night this past summer, she took inventory in her full-length mirror's reflection. Her figure was bursting at the seams as of late, undergoing a startling transformation... and as a result, she was becoming to look more and more like her late mother. This should have made her feel good, given how beautiful her mother had been, but instead it saddened her, making her resent her all the more. Her mother had died giving birth to her... she had been twenty years old at the time.

Stephanie brought her hands up to cup her growing globes through the material of her bra, feeling their weight and firmness. She had gone from an 'A' cup to a 'D' cup in just three months... and based on how snug they were beginning to feel inside her bra as of late, she expected to be filling a 'Double D' by Christmas. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra... allowing her large boobs to breath and then she 'hit' the light switch, slipped underneath her covers and quickly went to sleep...

III.

She knew she was dreaming right away because there was no way that she'd ever go jogging without wearing a bra... never mind stark naked! But there she was, with her huge boobs bouncing up and down, jogging... and then she suddenly extended her arms, lifted off the ground, and took flight!

And when she touched down in front of her house, she felt suddenly embarrassed with her nudity, so she covered her groin area with one hand... covered her boobs with her free arm... and then ran as fast as she could into her house!

Quickly, she ran upstairs and straight to her bedroom... but when she entered her bedroom she stopped dead in her tracks! There she was, lying stark naked on top of her bed, masturbating!

Then she felt vertigo... and with a blink of an eye she was the one lying on her bed stark naked... and worse of all she was the one masturbating and she couldn't seem to stop!

"Damn, you're hot!" her 'double' exclaimed.

"Who... who are you?" she stammered back in response, looking up at her 'double' with fascination, "and why can't I stop... stop... playing with myself?"

"To answer your first question, I'm you... and to answer your second question, because you have to cum, first," her 'double' replied, grinning.

Despite her embarrassment, she continued to finger herself harder and faster in hopes that she could cum quicker, but for some reason she just couldn't get there.

"Having trouble?"

"Yesssss," she groaned.

"Would you like me to help you?"

"Yesssss," she moaned.

Her 'double' then reached down and touched her... right there on her sensitive lips, eliciting a rush of unwanted pleasure.

"Wha... What are you doing?" she asked, nervously, wishing that she could turn away.

"I'm helping you... I'm going to make you cum," her 'double' replied, smiling... and then entered her with three of her fingers...

"Unnggghhhhhhhh," she cried out, feeling ever so close.

"Are you close?" her double asked her, grinning.

"Harder... oh, god... harder!" she whimpered, thrusting her pelvis up for deeper penetration.

And then just as she was about to cum, Stephanie bolting upright in bed... and frantically looked around! It was a dream!

She looked down to see her boobs rising and falling with every breath... her nipples sticking out like hard spikes, and when she slowly reached down to touch herself, she exploded with an orgasm!

IV.

Stephanie ended up 'coming' three times before falling back to sleep... and then while she sleep in exhaustion, the Savan virus attacked!

Where she was once shy, she turned aggressive... where she was once sexually conservative and highly inhibited, her feelings turned liberal and her libido roared... and by the time she woke the next morning, she woke a new Stephanie!

Now, as she pranced naked down the hallway to the bathroom, she did so without the slightest sense of modesty, enjoying the feel of her vivacious attributes as they jiggled along the way... and when she showered, she masturbated, not caring whom she woke with her screaming.

Later on when she dressed in her most provocative clothes... opting to go without underwear, she made her way down to her Daddy's computer... and 'burned' herself a couple of copies of her Daddy's new software program... thinking... 'Now, that is what I call a great going away gift'!

V (One week later...)

Charles initially balked when he was told that he would be receiving a very important visitor. A scientist by the name of Kara Sinclair held strong ties to the American government and he was told to treat her with the utmost respect. He didn't like playing politics, but he understood the 'game' and therefore had no choice but to meet with her.

According to his government, Ms. Sinclair had been researching the plausibility of microcomputer chips implanted into the brain and the potential these chips could have on the future, but under no circumstance was he to disclose his findings regarding his new program.

What he hadn't expected upon meeting Ms. Sinclair was how breathtakingly beautiful she was... not to mention how young. She stood about 5'8' and if there was ever such thing as perfection, she epitomized it. She wore tight black slacks that accentuated her very luscious behind, black pumps with three-inch heels, and sported a very impressive 'rack'. Simply put, the woman oozed sex... and for the first time in many, many years, Charles found his thoughts straying unprofessionally.

"Ms. Sinclair, it is very nice to meet you," he greeted the young woman, smiling... He was absolutely enraptured with her big beautiful brown eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Wheatley... I feel honored. I've been looking forward to discussing my theories with you for quite some time now and I appreciate this opportunity," the young woman replied... Even her voice sounded sexy!

"I'm flattered, but before we get started could I offer you something to drink?"

"Actually, some tea would be nice... but only if you'll join me".

"Then if you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll have two teas prepared," he replied, smiling, and then got up to leave the room.

VI.

Dominoe quickly scanned the room... hoping to find the gift unopened, sitting on a shelf somewhere. When CATT had tracked the tainted gift from Gary Gaston to Charles Wheatley, this had sent the operation into Code Red. So, it came as a great relief to see that Wheatley hadn't been infected... but if not Wheatley, then who?

"Ah, Ms. Sinclair... I see that you enjoy fine art".

"It's beautiful," she lied, stepping back from the picture. The truth of the matter was that she could have cared less... it was simply that the painting was off-centered and she couldn't resist straightening it out.

"Here's your tea," Wheatley offered, and just as he was about to say something, the butler interrupted them.

"Excuse me sir... Your daughter is on the 'tele'".

"Elliot... could you do me a favor and tell Stephanie that she'll have to call me back".

"Yes sir," the man replied.

"Oh, wait... Please don't... Mr. Wheatley... Please take your daughter's phone call. I don't 'mind' waiting and I'd feel terrible if you didn't talk to her on my account," Dominoe pleaded.

"Well, Ms. Sinclair... If you insist... I'll only be a moment. In the meantime, please feel free to enjoy a larger gallery through those doors over there," he responded, pointing to the double doors at the other side of the room.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling.

Dominoe watched Wheatley place his tea down before exiting the room, providing her the opportunity to slip a special drug into his tea... and then she headed off towards the gallery.

"Oh, no!" she cried, gasping. In her first look into the room by the entranceway, she was utterly aghast to find so many paintings off centered! She knew that if she were to enter that she'd be spending all her time correcting them, so instead she looked for the tainted gift from where she stood and as soon as she was convinced that it wasn't inside the room, she quickly closed the doors.

"I apologize for the interruption," Wheatley announced from behind her.

She turned around and smiled... taking note that he had already picked up his tea and drinking it.

"Now, you have my undivided attention," he added, gesturing for her to return to her chair.

"How's your daughter?" She asked, stalling for time.

"She's fine... and requesting what every college girl wants from their father... an increase on her monthly charge card limit," he sighed with a grin.

Dominoe smiled in response, watching him closely as he took another sip. It wouldn't be long before the aphrodisiac would begin to take affect.

"Mr. Wheatley..." she began to ask.

"Please... Call me Charles," Wheatley interrupted.

"Then Charles... I'd really love a tour as I interview you," she responded, purposely making it sound suggestive.

"And I'd love to give you one," Wheatley replied, smiling. "Would you like to return to the gallery and start from there?" he asked, standing up.

"Actually, I'd much rather start upstairs," she replied quickly, and then purposely surfaced a blush.

"Ah... sure. Please... follow me," he responded.

As Wheatley led her upstairs, she could see that he was already beginning to feel the affects, so it was no accident that he started with his bedroom.

"This is my bedroom," he stated, leading her inside.

Dominoe's attention was immediately drawn to a large painting of a beautiful girl.

"Do you have two daughters?" she asked, smiling.

"No, just Stephanie. That was commissioned four years ago on her thirteenth birthday".

"She's very, very pretty".

"Yes... even more so now... but then... not nearly as pretty as you are," he replied with a somewhat goofy expression on his face.

She purposely looked down at Wheatley's crotch, noting that he was 'hard' underneath his trousers.

"Tell me, Charles... did you happen to receive a gift from Gary Gaston recently?" She asked, smiling... and before he answered she quickly moved up close to him in order to caress his throbbing member...

"Unngghhhhhh... gift?" he responded, gasping from her touch.

"Yes Charles... a gift from Gary Gaston," she reiterated, unbuckling his pants.

Charles groaned in response...

"It's important you answer my question," she added, pulling his hardened cock out of his pants.

"A feeewwww weeeeeeksss ago," he responded, growing even larger!

"Where is it now?" She asked, knowing that if she held him much longer that he'd surely cum.

"My daughter has it... I gave it to her last week as a 'going away' gift".

"What? A 'going away' gift?" She asked, releasing him. How could this man be so cruel to his daughter to give her a gift that was intended for him?

"Yeah," Wheatley whispered.

Dominoe considered for a moment how Stephanie might be affected... figuring the worse might be promiscuity... At least the mission would no longer require a 'Code Red' anymore.

"Where's Stephanie attending college?"

"Wellington University in London".

"Wellington? Isn't that an all girls college?"

"Yesssss."

"I have to go," she replied, thinking that if Stephanie hadn't been a lesbian before the virus, she'd most likely was one now.

"Wait! Ah... what about me?" Wheatley asked... looking downright scared that she was leaving. She looked down and saw that he was still erect and very much still aroused.

"What about you?" She asked, playing ignorant.

"Aren't we going to... ah... make love?"

"Make love? Now, whatever gave you that impression?" She asked with a smirk.

"But I thought... well... you..." Charles stammered.

"God, that looks uncomfortable," she responded with a grin.

"Yesssss..."

"Then I suggest you relieve yourself," she replied, then exited the room.

VII.

Stephanie moaned as the American girl worked her tongue against her clit, eagerly licking and lapping at her 'wet' juicy cunt... and without missing a beat, the girl shifted around and lowered her own wet slit down on top of her mouth... and moments later they both cried out from orgasms!

"I... I... that was incredible," Heather Seavers finally managed to say, still visibly shaken from their lovemaking.

They were lying on their backs, basking in the aftermath, when Stephanie leaned over... kissed her... and then slipped out of bed.

"Wait... where you going?" Heather asked, surprised.

"I'm going to go take a shower... I need to get to class early today," she replied.

"But you promised we could talk".

"Oh... I did, didn't I?" she replied with a smirk, studying her blonde pet. Despite the conditioning Heather underwent, the girl was still somewhat feisty... and she considered 'upping' her desire a peg or two, in addition to her compliancy.

"It's just that I'm still confused... I don't understand any of this".

"What's there to understand? I love you... You love me... Why do you insist on trying to psychoanalyze everything?"

"But... But I never ever thought about making love to a girl before I met you... and now... now, I can't get enough of you," Heather replied, sounding confused, frantic, and sweet at the same time.

"Heather... listen to me. It would be much easier if you simply accept everything. Now, go back to sleep while I shower, okay sweetie?"

"But I don't want to sleep," Heather whispered in response, but reluctantly lay back down anyway.

Stephanie smiled at her pet and then slipped on her robe... thinking that more conditioning would be necessary.

VIII. Heather

"Come on, Heather... time to get that pretty fanny of yours out of bed and get to class," Stephanie announced as she re-entered her bedroom.

Heather eyes sprang open... suddenly realizing that she had fallen back to sleep. She looked up and saw that Stephanie was naked and again intense arousal crashed down on her. She absolutely loved looking at her huge boobs... never realizing before how powerful sexual desire could feel until she had met Stephanie.

"God, you look delicious" Stephanie commented when she slid out of bed. Heather blushed from Stephanie's frank appraisal, feeling herself leaking down the insides of her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Stephanie asked her.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," she replied, reaching for her bathrobe.

"Oh no you don't... I don't want you to take a shower. No panties or bra, either... I want the whole campus to smell you," Stephanie replied, grinning. "I want them all to know that you're mine and that I've marked my territory".

"But..." She attempted to argue, blushing more than she's ever blushed before in her life, thinking how could Stephanie suggest such a thing?!? But when Stephanie shook her head 'no' she couldn't bring herself to argue, so reluctantly began to dress without taking a shower, and without wearing underwear.

Later on, as she walked to her first class, she tried unsuccessfully trying to rationalize it. How could her life have changed so drastically? Why was she prancing around campus without wearing her underwear and smelling like a whore? She knew that if anyone got close to her, that they'd be able to smell her, but because Stephanie wanted her to do this, she couldn't say 'no' to her. Why was she so damn passive around Stephanie? She always accepted that she wasn't the most aggressive girl in the world, but she never considered herself so damn submissive, either!

If she didn't know better, she'd swear that Stephanie was a witch and had somehow cast a love spell on her. How else could she explain her sudden attraction to her? Why else was it so important to please her? What else could explain her behavior?

She remembered declaring her love over and over and over again... and Stephanie smiling in response. Was this what love really felt like? She thought that by saying it out loud to Stephanie that she might actually believe it, but it didn't help. It wasn't love that she felt... it was LUST... but why would she feel lust for another girl? She'd never entertained a lesbian thought before in her life... at least not until Stephanie.

Further more, it wasn't lust at first sight, because she remembered upon meeting Stephanie that she felt normal... and normal meant no attraction at all, but then later she suddenly found herself aroused from the mere sight of her.

Initially, she ignored the feelings, thinking that she was simply horny... but then her attraction grew stronger with each passing moment... and by the middle of the week, she'd be 'wet' from simply being near her... and the fact that Stephanie slept in the nude made it all the more frustrating!

She remembered how embarrassed she felt when Stephanie caught her staring one night, but that didn't stop her from stealing more glances at her... and then last Friday morning, she woke up from a restless sleep to find three of her fingers buried deep inside herself... and before she had a chance to pull them out, she saw Stephanie smiling at her.

"I bet you had a great dream," Stephanie commented, making her blush all the more. She wished that she were bold enough to tell her that it was her that she was dreaming about, but she couldn't.

Then a couple nights ago, a completely naked Stephanie joined her in bed... and without a word, proceeded to make love to her... and they both experienced one orgasm after another. She remembered thinking later that she had never 'cum' so hard before in her life.

IX.

Stephanie was 'loving' life... Her father's program worked perfectly on Heather and now she was 'checking out' the other pretty girls at her college. When she entered her Calculus class, her search was over!

"Hi class, my name is Ms. Peel and I'm filling in for Mr. Harworth for a few weeks," the young professor announced in her ever-so sexy voice.

It was rare that someone's beauty could take her breath away, given her own stunning beauty, but this woman was absolutely breathtaking... and she could tell from the reaction everyone else was giving her, they all felt the same.

The professor was on the taller side and possessed a model's body... and all through class she tried to figure out how she was going to enslave her...

X.

Dominoe could tell from looking into Stephanie's eyes that she was 'under' the influence of the virus... and from the stares that Stephanie was giving her, it was pretty obvious that the girl 'wanted' her, which of course made it clear as to what she needed to do... especially since it was the easiest way to administer the antidote.

Strangely enough, she found the prospect of seducing this girl surprisingly arousing, as it played on her like an aphrodisiac, sparking memories of her time with Sable. Originally, she thought that her tryst with Sable had been due to the mind control drug she was under, but now in retrospect, she wondered if Sable had simply 'awakened' her.

After class, she was pleased when Stephanie approach her...

"Ms. Peel, I'd like to offer my services to the Tutoring Program that Mr. Harworth was going to head. Is this still something that we'll be able to do while serving under you?" Stephanie asked in a soft sweet voice.

Dominoe blushed at her choice of words, wondering if they were intentional.

"By all means, Stephanie... I would never deprive my brightest students of a program like this," she replied, smiling. She could tell that Stephanie was sizing her up by the way her eyes devoured her.

"My friend, Heather, is in your next class... and given we're roommates, we were both interested in the program".

"Well... First, I'll need to review your credentials".

"Can we drop by your flat this afternoon to discuss them?"

"You know... that would be a great idea. Let me jot down my address," she responded. Could this have gone any easier?

"Thank you so much," Stephanie replied, smiling.

Dominoe was amazed at how easy this was going and handed Stephanie her address.

"It's a date then... we'll see the two of you later on," she stated.

Stephanie smiled, and just as she was about to turn around, Dominoe saw a piece of lint on Stephanie's sweater, so she used her cat-like speed to pick the lint off, but in doing so, her fingers accidentally brushed up against Stephanie's rather ample breast, eliciting a spark and a smile from Stephanie.

"I'm sorry!" she responded, "there was a peace of lint on your sweater and I didn't mean to touch you," she added with a blush.

"That's all right, Ms. Peel... you can remove lint from my tit, anytime," Stephanie answered with a wink... then walked away.

Dominoe stood there stunned... wondering how an eighteen-year-old girl just rendered her a 'wet' puddle of nerve endings.

(Later on... that afternoon, after classes)

Dominoe paced naked up and down her bedroom... The more she thought about seducing Heather, the more nervous she became... and this was 'soooo' not like her. How could a mere teenager affect her like this? Where did her cold calculating self disappear too? If her target were male she knew that there was no way she'd be feeling this way. She was nervous... 'wet'... and downright confused.

Despite her attempts to forget it, her mind kept recalling her intimate time with Sable and this had her questioning her true feelings... Had Sable awakened something that had been dormant all these years?

Then she thought about her mission, thinking that Stephanie had probably seduced Heather into a lesbian relationship, so first she'd drug Heather with a sleeping potion before turning her attention to Stephanie. More and more girls in Stephanie and Heather's age bracket were experimenting with lesbian love, so this wasn't something that could be considered 'off the wall', and given how beautiful Stephanie was, she could see how it would be difficult to resist her.

After she slipped her thong panties on, she dressed in her jogging suit... and smiled at her reflection. It didn't matter what she wore, she looked 'hot'... and when the doorbell rang... she headed for the door.

The sight of Stephanie and Heather... standing side by side... was a sight that even she wasn't prepared for. Stephanie wore a black leather skirt accentuating her very shapely ass, a white halter-top showcasing her very large globes, and black leather boots that strapped up to her knees. Her beautiful blonde tresses fell down past her shoulders and she possessed the most hypnotic emerald-green eyes that she ever saw... Quite simply, Stephanie was pure loveliness.

Stephanie's friend, Heather, wore a white leather mini skirt, pink shirt, and white leather boots. Heather wasn't nearly as curvy or as big on top, but she was still very beautiful and could see why Stephanie had seduced her. Her platinum blonde hair was cut short in a very sexy stylish 'Bob' and her sparkling blue eyes oozed 'lust'.

"Hi girls! My study is down the hallway to the right... and I've already powered up my computer... Would either of you like a drink?"

"No thank you, Ms. Peel... maybe later," Stephanie replied, smiling.

"How about you, Heather?"

"Yes Ms. Peel... Something cold sounds good," Heather replied, sounding timid and slightly nervous.

"Great... I'll join you in a moment," she responded, heading off to the kitchen.

Dominoe quickly poured a glass of ice tea for Heather and treated it with a fast-acting sleeping potion... and when she rejoined the girls', she saw Heather playing a game.

"What's this?" She asked... smiling.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I had Heather bring over her 'Suzy Spice a.k.a. Super Bimbo' game. It's an American high tech computer game...and a blast! The graphics use 3D poser renderings and are way kewl".

Dominoe placed Heather's ice tea on the small table to the left and joined Stephanie in watching her play the game... and after a few minutes, Heather asked if she wanted to give it a try. Thinking that this would give Heather an opportunity to drink her 'doctored' tea, she agreed.

"Let's bring you back to the main menu and start you at the beginners program," Stephanie stated, clearing the screen for her.

Dominoe smiled upon seeing a poser rendering of a cute girl with short black hair... then giggled at seeing her suddenly transform into a very naked, huge breasted, blonde girl! At first she was concerned that the nudity might lead to x-rated scenarios, but was relieved when it played out more like a comedy. Just as she was really getting into the game, she felt dizzy... and suddenly found herself sitting in front of the computer! She had blacked out! She wasn't sure for how long, but the girls were gone and a glance over at Heather's 'doctored' tea indicated that she hadn't drunk from it.

"Damn!" she scolded herself... but then a strange feeling 'hit' her, causing her to look down! She was completely naked! Her jogging outfit lay in a heap down by her feet and as much as she wanted to put her outfit back on, she found she couldn't! Slowly, she got up and walked out the door... and slowly up the stairs to her bedroom. Also naked, and already in a classic '69', was Stephanie and Heather... and the sight of them nearly made her swoon.

"Hi Emily," Stephanie greeted her, grinning.

At first she wondered who Emily was, but then realized that this was her cover name, and if she didn't get her act together quick, she'd blow her cover.

"Come, join us," Stephanie invited, giggling.

She found the sight of Heather's cum... dripping from Stephanie's chin... play on her. She couldn't have resisted if she wanted to... and she didn't, so without the slightest hesitation, she climbed on the bed, and positioned herself next to Heather... and like Heather was doing, she immediately began licking Stephanie's creamy pussy.

Only fleetingly was she able to think about her mission, acknowledging the fact that she had underestimated Stephanie. Somehow, Stephanie had found a way to use her father's computer program, obviously enslaving Heather... then her... and she knew that if she didn't refocus on her mission soon, she'd be stuck her slave forever... or at least someone was sent to rescue her.

So, with an act of incredible will power, she moved her lips away from Stephanie's sweet nectar, slid her tongue along Stephanie's flat stomach... past her very large boobs... lightly grazed her hardened nipples... and then finally reached her goal... Stephanie's mouth.

Their kiss quickly turned heated and passionate and soon they were 'Frenching', prompting her to flick the toggle switch on her capped tooth, and release the antidote into her mouth and then transfer the antidote into Stephanie's mouth... then she cried out from a mind numbing orgasm and passed out.

XI.

Stephanie lay on the bed, smiling... feeling more sexually satisfied than she ever felt before in her life. She also felt strange... very strange. She couldn't believe what she'd been doing these past two weeks, but at least with Heather and Professor Peel cooing and snuggling up against her sweaty naked body, no one seemed to mind.

"What happened?" she asked out loud... not really expecting an answer. She knew that something had shifted inside of her, releasing her from some sort of warped spell that she was under, but she wasn't exactly sure what. Had she really stole her father's secret computer program and used it to make slaves of Heather and Ms. Peel?

"Stephanie... I can explain everything," she heard Ms. Peel announce... it was incredible how submissive the professor sounded.

Stephanie nodded her head at the professor, giving her permission to explain...

"You were infected with the Savan virus... and while under the influence, your dark side surfaced, resulting in the loss of your sexual inhibitions".

"You're saying a virus made me do all this?" she asked, amazed.

"Yes," her professor confirmed.

"And this virus turned me into a lesbian?" she asked with further amazement.

"Yes and no... The virus dampened your sexual inhibitions and probably surfaced something that already existed".

"How do you know all this?" She asked, confused.

"Because my name isn't Emily Peel... I'm not a professor. My name is Dominoe and I'm a secret agent with CATT, a secret government agency. Your father was sent a gift containing the Savan virus and it was my mission to track the gift down and administer the antidote to anyone that had been affected".

"So, that's where that hideous statue came from..."

"Yes, you were infected by something that was intended for your father".

"How... How did you return me back to normal?"

"I was able to administer the antidote during our kissing".

Stephanie glanced over at Heather, who was looking confused and was that really anger she saw in her eyes?

Dominoe continued...

"The virus alters the personality and allows you to act without conscience... This is why you didn't feel bad about doing what you did to Heather and myself, therefore no one could blaming you... but now that you've been released from the virus, you need to correct things," Dominoe stated.

"You mean I was brainwashed?" Heather asked, speaking up for the first time.

Dominoe nodded her head...

"This is incredible," Stephanie finally whispered, suddenly feeling aroused.

"Stephanie... I can't help the way I feel right now, despite knowing it's artificial. I love you more than I thought humanly possible and I wish I didn't have more missions to perform. I would like nothing better to do than to make continuous love to you... but CATT invested way too much time and money in me to let me go, so please, Stephanie, change me back... Change us both back to the way we were".

Stephanie had no doubt that Dominoe was telling the truth... knowing fully well that the conditioning guaranteed complete honesty. The fact that Dominoe was a secret agent was incredible... and although she had no desire to let her go, thinking that Dominoe was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, she knew if she didn't that she might jeopardize everything. Dominoe had to return to CATT, otherwise they'd investigate... and if they investigated, she might lose Heather, too.

XII.

Dominoe opened her eye... huh? Why was she sitting in front of her laptop? And then like a light switch coming on, everything came back to her! Her mission had been a complete success! Including her seduction of Stephanie. The poor girl didn't have a chance, remembering how she led the girl through the paces. She blushed now from the memory, hating the fact that she had enjoyed their lovemaking... and again she questioned her sexual orientation. First Sable, and now Stephanie. Well, if she wasn't a lesbian, then she certainly was 'bi'.

She checked in with Chief Davis and assured him that the mission was a complete success. Stephanie hadn't done anything too drastic while under the affects of the virus and everything was back to being normal. Then she pulled up her next case file to check out her next mission... while the memory of Stephanie began to play on her.

Getting up... and stripping along the way to her bedroom... she decided to read about her mission later.

XIII. (Epilogue)

Stephanie woke screaming in ecstasy! Heather had turned into an expert pussy licker and Stephanie simply adored the girl's tongue. While she basked in the afterglow, her mind turned to Dominoe again. It would be awhile before she'd fully get over the secret agent... and it hurt her to say goodbye. At least she took solace in knowing that if their paths ever crossed again, that she'd be able to activate a few controlling triggers. She smiled at how careful she was with Dominoe's reprogramming; ensuring false memories wouldn't interfere with her job.

She looked down at Heather, who was still lapping at her juices. No matter how wrong it might have been, she didn't feel all that bad about permanently transforming Heather into her love slave. Of course, she had lied to Heather when she told her that she'd restore her back to normal... and although Heather was still very much aware of everything... even the fact that she'd been double-crossed, her lust was no an unbreakable obsession and was no added with artificial love.

The antidote did return her back to normal, but the damage had been done. She was a lesbian now because she was a lesbian before the virus. The virus merely surfaced her true feelings... and she had no desire to deny herself the pleasure of her father's programming. Besides, with her new appetite, she would need the program to 'feed' her 'needs'... could anyone blame her?

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," she suddenly cried out, wrapping her thighs around Heather's shoulders. Her blonde pet had found her 'g-spot', making her cum yet again!

Later on, with Heather nestled close in her arms, she pondered on whom to add to her special den, thinking it was time for another threesome... plus Heather needed a playmate. Then Diana Spears came to mind... a fiery redhead with sea blue eyes. She was also a local and having someone that grew up ten miles away from the college might prove beneficial. Yes, Diana would make the perfect choice.

Later on...

"Hi Diana," Stephanie greeted the beautiful redhead... and then her eyes lit up when she saw a younger girl standing next to her.

"Hi Stephanie," Diana replied, fidgeting where she stood. She looked confused and anxious at the same time.

"And who's this?" Stephanie asked, turning her attention to pretty auburn haired girl.

"This is Carrie... my younger sister. She dropped by while I was playing the new computer game," Diana responded, smiling.

"And did you play the game, too, Carrie?" Stephanie asked, smirking.

"Yesssss," Carrie whispered in response, blushing.

"Oops," Stephanie replied.