{ASSM} Repost Compound X13.1 (re-formatted & edited) {Yotna El’toub} (SciFi F/F F/f WS M/Tg mild zoo (plot related)) Complete.
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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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Compound X13.1 – a suitable candidate?
By Yotna El'toub

Chapter One: Beginnings?

It was getting late, and the background hum of the labs extensive equipment was much quieter than it had been earlier in the day. Jenna worked on, if she was to present a paper with any impact she needed to find a compound with much more controlled activity than she had seen so far!

This final batch of slides did seem to hold some promise; there was plenty of vasodilatation localized to the rat's clitoris, which was enlarged. Pretty hopeful; could this be the female equivalent of Viagra she had hunted for months for? Jenna quickly e-mailed Jeff the crop manager to ask for increased stocking of the source of the compound. Her excitement was limited however, there was a problem; too much non-specific binding, worse still the autoradiography indicated this had clustered, sequestered even, around the brain stem.

Damn! What the hell was the drug associated with erectile vasodilatation doing affecting nervous tissue deep in the brain? The question haunted her, her tired brain mulled over the issue, but it was no use, nothing surfaced. A sudden frustrated crash from the cage behind Jenna reminded her that Taylor the chimp was still waiting for her supper. Tay was clearly impatient! 

“O.K, O.K., I get the hint just hang on and I will get your bowl”

That was when the mistake happened, it was simple overtiredness, and Jenna left the lab without securing the sample vials. Taylor took the opportunity, the closest yellow vial was reachable, only just, but with determination the primate's fingertips flicked the container into the cage. In a second the slimy yellow contents were gone. Taylor grimaced, finding the taste bitter and scurried away from the other vials.

Jenna walked back through the door to uncustomary silence, why wasn't Taylor going “ape shit” as usual when the fruit bowl appeared? Glancing in the cage, Jenna could see Taylor huddled in the far corner, as far away from the labs lights as possible. Then something shiny rolled towards the cage centre, something instantly recognizable! 

“Oh shit, are you O.K. baby...” Jenna sprinted to the Taylor's side. 

Jenna looked closely at Taylor, “It's O.K. Tay, I'm only mad with me” Taylor chattered softly back, head hung shamefully down. The light was better now and Jenna could clearly see a pale yellow dampness glistening on the chimp's lips. Jenna now knew the night would now be even longer; she would need to observe Taylor for the next four hours to be certain of the chimp's reaction to the compound. The rats had responded within minutes, but this was a primate, it could take much longer...

Jenna busied herself, titrating the compound on to transdermal patches, a serial dilution from left to right. The first rat would get an enormous dose on to its shaven back, the next nine progressively less. This would be the first skin adsorption test, subcutaneous injection had always been used in previous testing, but if this was to be viable for humans a more acceptable formulation had to be found. Out of the blue Jenna yawned, and stretching looked up to the lab clock, 

“Jesus, 2am...” Six hours had whisked by.

Cautiously Jenna sidled up to the cage, and then laughed at her own fear; Taylor was peacefully snoring in her straw matting bed, having polished off the fruit hours ago. “Me too amigo” Jenna quipped as she headed for the lab door, “See you in the morning”

Chapter Two: Feelings

Anita was not in a good mood as she dismounted from her cycle seat, too much pressure, too little pay & Adrian was the limit! Last night he was late home again, well over the limit & too horny. He wouldn't take no for an answer, and although she had enjoyed the screwing, she was now paying for it. 

“These early starts will kill me,” she thought. 

Pausing only to brush her dark hair the diminutive woman swiped her security pass and slipped into the building. An hour later at 6 am she started to a little feel better, the offices were clean, and so were the side labs. This just left the main lab to do, with any luck she'd be back in bed in 90 minutes. As Anita entered the large lab she became aware of an odd smell, well not odd, a bit familiar.... like a pile of old panties but stronger.

She cleaned in her normal efficient way from the entry door towards the back of the lab. Eventually she approached the primate cage where she saw a pool of slime in front of Taylor's cage; as usual the chimp was still peacefully sleeping. Investigating the spill Anita bent forward to examine the puddle, the smell was stronger, but the same as earlier. Well it didn't look dangerous; Anita quickly gathered her damp mop and started to clear the sticky mess up. To her surprise, she was suddenly jerked violently upwards and backwards; her back slammed in to the cage bars, winding her. The mop clattered to the floor

Whatever was gripping her was strong, and it held her firmly pinned. Then she felt the hands slide down swiftly from her shoulders and confidently massage her breasts. Her breath returned with a blast “Let go of me you freak!” Anita's mind raced, a rapist must have broken into the lab, hidden in the cage with the chimp and now he had snared her!

With all her effort she let out an enormous shriek, and to her amazement and relief it worked. The hands gave way just enough for Anita to wrestle free. She picked up the mop as a makeshift weapon spinning to face her assailant. Her mind stopped, flipped and recoiled. It was Taylor! The primate shrugged and rapidly ran it's hands down between its legs and firmly stroked the large nodule glistening there. Then as Anita backed swiftly away Taylor twitched violently, adding copiously to the secretions on the floor.

“Fuck this,” shouted Anita and she turned to run.

That was the last thing she said, as her footing went, her monkey oiled trainers failed to grip the tiled floor and slid out from under her. Anita sprawled inelegantly; she stood unsteadily up, smashing her head on the nearby corner of the lab bench in the process. Groggily, Anita collapsed on to a padded stool and waited for her head to clear.

Taylor looked on still furiously masturbating, and for the first time Anita realized that the animal had breasts, tiny sure, but noticeable due to the long nipple and swell of skin of pushing out through the contracting fingers the wayward chimps left hand. The other hand diligently wanked on a darkened bud with glee. Taylor shuddered violently and, Anita was sure of this, sprayed her come out of the cage towards Anita's limp form. What immediately followed turned Anita's stomach instantly; Taylor produced a strong jet of urine that shot out of the cage and narrowly missed Anita's shocked face.

At least she thought it had missed, but now Anita felt something start to trickle down her forehead, instinctively she wiped her brow. She stared stupidly at her reddened hand, so monkey pee was red? Her mind was instantly clearer, hang on - this was blood not pee! Anita needed to see what she had done to her self! Gingerly using the mop for support she made her way along the unlit corridor to the restroom. The mirror confirmed her fears; an ugly 2-inch gash glistened above her right eyebrow. She washed the gash and was able to stem the flow of blood.

Remembering there was a first aid post in the lab she stumbled back to the last place she wanted to go. Cautiously slipping through the entrance she tiptoed to the cupboard avoiding the chimp's cage, it was locked! Shit, would she make them pay! Health & safety would hear about this, all of it! Anita rushed past the cage without looking; she was desperate now to get out of this madhouse! On her way to the door she brushed past the left hand side of the lab bench. Glancing down as she hurried by she noticed the sticking plasters on the bench, picked up the nearest one and carefully stuck it above her injured eye. Her first bit of luck today!

The bike tore up the road with Anita peddling furiously for home. As the pedals flew under her feet, the seam of her jeans rubbed through her pants against her dark pussy hair and slick lips. Anita glided around the sharp corner, and shifted suddenly in her saddle. That was when she felt it; it exploded in her. She stopped, dropped from the saddle and steadied herself, the last time she had an orgasm on her bike she was ten. But what a come! She still quaked inside as the juices soaked in to her denim-covered panties.

As the transit turned the corner Joe had just enough time to glimpse the girl. Stood there with her hand wedged down her jeans humping against her palm. Seconds later the van slid into the petite woman's side and sent her sprawling headlong into a ditch. The bike tumbled uselessly on to the road.

Joe sat still for one second thinking what to do, he shouldn't have had that last drink, and he was bound to be over the limit this time! He staggered to the side of the road and stared unbelievingly at the woman's body. She was face up at the bottom of the ditch, the force of the impact had torn her thin tee shirt and a generous boob with a distended nipple poked out quite inappropriately. 

“Shit I'm out of here” Joe rushed back to his vans seat hindered only by a semi hard-on “God I'm a sick bastard sometimes” he thought accurately, he toyed with the idea of going back and giving her a seeing to, but reality was he needed to split. The cops had been setting mobile speed traps around here and if he ran into them even he would find it hard to talk his way out of this one.

Anyway it was her stupid fault, standing in the middle of the road wanking! Probably some mental type out of that weird lab up the road, he'd heard the rumors, Ade his mate from the pub never stopped yakking about it! She was a sure goner anyway he reasoned, pity he wasn't in to necrophilia, or he could have given her a ride! Joe giggled to himself as the white van pulled away. “Sick you are man, SICK!” he roared behind the wheel.

Chapter Three: Discovery

Sure enough Taylor was fast asleep when Jenna looked in on her at 9 am, that was normal; well at least that was normal, the lab certainly wasn't. Instead of the usual polished, disinfected aroma the room stank of stale urine and body fluids. “Looks as if there was some response then Tay, I hope you enjoyed doing it more than I will enjoy cleaning it up!”

Jenna donned her surgical gloves with a purpose and set about mopping up the residues. Jenna noticed that close to the lab bench, where some of the secretions had just reached, the floor was discolored, with a pale purple tinge, 

“That's odd that's just the color the probe stains X-13.1, I wonder….”
 
Carefully Jenna pippetted some of the ape's body fluid on to a microscope slide and titrated the buffered probe on to the slime, the effect was immediate and shocking, as the pale purple darkened and swirled on the slide. Taylor's come juice contained the compound, in massive quantities!

How could this be? There could be no such synthetic pathway unless there was a direct hormonal influence. Jenna decided to look at the latest rat histology. Just as before tumenesence of the clitoris, and the strange associated brain stem secretion - but this time in the rats killed after seven more days exposure there were plaques densely packed around the pituitary gland. At a higher magnification the structures became clearer, the plaques were dispersed in normal tissue, but there were vessels leading from the plaques directly into the heart of the gland! 

“Holy shit! This thing is metabolizing through the body for itself, like a virus or parasite…” Jenna thought with increasing alarm.

It was now clear to Jenna that all the material needed to be destroyed, the lab made sterile and the authorities notified. This was a nightmare; far from producing a drug to enhance female sexuality she had produced a chemical that could interfere with it, in ways that were unknown and unpredictable. Thinking on her feet she realized to guarantee her own safety she would need a Biohazard suit, anything less and the lab clean up would be too risk adverse. In all her meticulous planning she had never even considered a suit to be a requirement for the lab, but it sure was now. Jenna walked to the office and pulled down a few of the many suppliers catalogues, and a phone call later it was organized, a suit would be with her first thing on Friday and the clean up could start in earnest. 

Returning to the lab Jenna saw that Taylor had awoken, she walked to the cage and stroked the chimp's neck. “Hey you O.K. girl bit of a heavy night?”. Taylor responded in the normal way by reaching through the bar to hold Jenna hand. But the hand wasn't Taylor's target her palm swept over Jenna's bosom and grabbed, Jenna instinctively moved back and just avoided the fingers clamping her breasts powerfully, but her blouse & lab coat were well trapped!

It was a one sided tug of war the chimp proved too strong for the fabric and with a load rip the garments gave and Jenna's breasts fell free. The momentum swept Jenna away from the cage and she stumbled blindly back into her lab chair. Stunned by what had just occurred Jenna sat shaking uncontrollably. 

In the cage Taylor went back to obsessively masturbating, masturbating and staring right at the terrified doctor. For the first time Jenna felt very uncomfortable around the chimp, there was direct eye contact; Taylor was fueling whatever primate fantasy she was having directly from her! Instinctively Jenna reached up and pulled what remained of her tattered clothing across her naked breasts.

Jenna gradually noticed her behind felt warmer and then felt a dampness seeping through her clothes; she glanced down between her legs. Jenna had sat in a pool of fresh chimpanzee urine, which now had soaked through her lab coat, skirt & panties. 
“ Uggghhh, that's disgusting Tay, we are going to have to calm you down some how!”

 Jenna reached across the bench to the emergency dart gun, leveled it briefly as she aimed at Taylor's body and gently pulled the trigger. Normally Taylor would have been too canny for this simple approach, but she was too lost in pleasuring herself to even notice.

As Taylor slumped to the cage floor Jenna strode forward to look more closely at the chimp. Her digits were thickly coated in spent juices and still twitched as if continuing to rub her self. On her chest her nipples stuck upright, coated with yet more secretions and with much more tissue mass than normally seen in a chimp of this young age. But the shock was the extent of clitoral development; it was at least half the length of one of the chimp's digits, and just as chubby. Jenna dutifully noted the changes with some sadness, would Taylor always be a threat to humans now she had become so sexualized?

Jenna needed to get out of these wet things, one of her pet hates was animal urine, she handled too much of the damn stuff doing analysis, let alone sitting in it! Jenna walked uncomfortably to the restroom in her soggy attire. Once there she hurriedly stripped off her clothes and stepped in to the shower cubical to scrub the offending excreta from her smooth body. If she had been just a little more relaxed Jenna would have noticed the once invisible stains on the lab coat she had so recently discarded slowly turn a pale mauve, and then on to a deeper shade of purple.

Chapter Four: Rescue

It was cold and dark and wet, this much she knew, but nothing more. Slowly Anita's vision swam around, focused and became diffuse again. Agonizingly she crawled up the side of the ditch staggering on to the damp verge, and then limping markedly started off down the road. Not that she knew where she was headed, she didn't, her memory was temporarily wiped, it just felt right to walk this way back to… something? As her feet unsteadily traced back her cycle ride from the lab her undamaged left hand unconsciously slid inside the front of her jeans and slowly stroked her short pubic hair. 

How far she had walked before the car pulled over she couldn't say; the first that she was aware of it was when the young girl driving asked in soft tones.
“Are you O.K.?” 

Anita replied as steadily as she could “I'm not sure, something has happened to me!”

Julie lent forward and saw the bruised face more clearly; the plaster hanging off just above Anita's partly closed right eye & the gashed chin. 

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Not sure” is all that Anita could mutter as she collapsed into the comfort of the cars seat.

Julie lent across looking in to the tiny woman's vacant eyes, 
“Hospital for you then…”

“NO” screamed the woman “NO, no Hospitals, they have labs, NO labs, NO LABS…”.

 “Christ, calm down O.K. no hospitals, just stop round mine for a while.” 

“O.K. thanks, thanks, thanks…” the girl sighed. 

Julie thought to her self as she relaxed in to the seat, “Yeah, just long enough for me phone the hospital, or may be the police…” 

The car sped along the road for half a mile before shuddering to a halt, at the side of the road lay a woman's bike, twisted beyond use. Julie got out of the car and looked at the bike, caught on one of the pedals was a strip of jeans; the material matched the ones the girl was wearing!

“Now I really need to get you checked out lady,” she mused before striding back to the car.
As she settled back into her seat she glanced across to the woman, her back was arched as her hand busily moved inside the front of her jeans. 

“What the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, I have a pain low in my stomach it helps if I massage it” Anita dreamily replied.
“Oh, O.K. it just looked as if you were…. No that's stupid you would hardly be doing that if you've just been knocked off your bike!”

“Mmmmm, What....” Anita purred as she continued with a more languid motion her knuckles circling under the denim. 

“Oh, nothing, forget it” Julie drove on in silence; still feeling slightly uncomfortable as the pretty woman rhythmically moaned.  

Julie helped the shorter woman to the support of the lounge sofa and then stood back to look more fully to look at the person she had rescued. She was quite slight and very dark; striking really, at least if she hadn't had looked so disheveled. Her tee shirt was torn making one of her ample breasts more visible than it should have been, with a subtle hint of dark nipple. “Just as well I'm a girl, a guy could have taken advantage of this” Julie thought to her self. She picked up her mobile phone, and started to dial.

Just then the slumped woman separated her thighs and strained slightly, it took a second for Julie to register what was happening, but the dark stain seeping out from her crotch could only indicate one thing. 

“Shit, don't you pee on my leather sofa”

Dropping her phone instantly, Julie grabbed her and bundled her to the bathroom at the rear of the bungalow. Sitting the limp form astride the pan of the toilet she peeled off the saturated clothes dropping them without ceremony into the bath. The girl perched naked apart from her ripped tee shirt on the toilet seat; slowly she sank backwards until her back rested against the cistern. Julie glanced down, and was amazed to see the girl's hard clitoris sticking proudly out a couple of inches further than the trimmed dark pubic hair. Quietly she bent to take a closer look.

Embarrassingly the seated woman noticed her curiosity and held strong eye-to-eye contact for just too long. 
“I'm sorry, I've never looked closely at another girl, and you are so different to me…” Julie burbled her apology. 

Julie saw a swift motion to the bottom of her vision, sweeping her eyes down she watched in horror as Anita reached down and rubbed her clit like a small cock, one, two, three long strokes, and bang! The slim girl convulsed, her slick vagina contracted and shot gobs of thick juices all over Julies face! Worse still Julie's mouth was open and some of the slimy juices landed on her unwilling tongue. Julie immediately retched and flew to the bath tap to gulp mouthfuls of clean, pure water. 

Now she was mad, who the hell did this slut think she was, Julie swung around to confront her. She was a lot closer than expected, almost touching Julie's body. 
“I'm so sorry, it was the accident with the monkey, I'm confused please let me stay”. “Monkey, monkey” mused the disoriented girl.

Julie's anger disappeared, “No, I'm sorry - you are clearly concussed, lets get the medics now.” 

“Please let me rest for a while first” the girl pleaded, “On the sofa...I'll be good.”

“O.K.” replied Julie, “but just for an hour”.

Julie settled her down and then walked to her bedroom, even after cleaning her teeth twice, Julie could still taste the unpleasant flavor of the girl's juices. Just as well I'm not a dyke, I would never cope, she thought as she drifted off into a fitful sleep.  

Chapter Five: Further Research

Dr Glenn drove the last few miles to the lab in deep thought. How was she going to break the news to Dr Marsh that funding was to be withdrawn? Drexel Pharma was pulling the plug on the female sexual dysfunction range, it had a new active for insomnia; and that was top dog and the priority. Dr Marsh would be shattered, two years of work and now this! Amanda had a deep respect for the academic as a scientist, but she had never really got on with her. Jenna was too tied up in the job; she needed an outlet, someone like her Tom to let her see real life and love. Amanda Glenn smiled to her self; their lovemaking had been passionate this morning. Despite the early start, some things took priority.

Jenna busied her self in the operating theater making certain all eventualities were covered. Finally all was prepared Jenna stood back and admired her handiwork. Her left hand meanwhile slipped under her lab coat and firmly tweaked her stiffened right nipple. The booming PA rudely interrupted her fondling. 

“Dr Jenna Marsh to Reception, visitor.” 

As Jenna walked the long corridor to the front of the building she was aware of her clitoris swelling and pushing against the silk thong nestled between her thighs. Remarkably she paused only once to stroke it, licking her fingers clean just before she slid through the double doors to shake hands with Amanda Glenn.

“Good to see you again” Jenna smiled softly at the tall blond ice maiden.

“And you, although my visit is more formal than usual.” 

“What about a coffee before we discuss progress, considerable progress I'm pleased to say?” suggested Jenna.

“Sure, the freeway was a killer this morning, I could do with a shot,” replied Amanda, “Crap, this is going to be harder than I thought” she silently mused.

Jenna followed Dr Glenn down the corridor to the canteen, watching the tight cheeks of her ass struggle with the well-cut business suit. However, she resisted the impulse to reach out an exploratory hand to check out the mystery between the firm globes, it was still too early for that!

“Sit down, and I will get you a cup, milk? Sugar?” asked Jenna.

“Oh not for me, I prefer my coffee as it comes” Amanda retorted. 

“Well almost” thought Jenna.

They sat for 10 minutes chatting about life, as always Amanda made frequent references to Tom, her seemingly perfect partner. Finally Amanda worked up the courage to tackle the cuts.

“Now this is going to be difficult” she started “There are going to be some enforced changes...” Amanda stopped and swallowed hard “Excuse me I need the restroom desperately, sorry!”

Jenna smiled reflectively as Dr Glenn rushed out of the crowded canteen. 

“I'll give it 5 minutes so nobody notices, then I'll slip out.” 

Jenna thought as she crossed her legs again, the action playfully rolling her fat clitoris between her smooth thighs.

Amanda sat in the small cubicle trying to pull her self together. Where had that come from? The obscene urge to push her bare foot between Dr Marsh's thighs had been overwhelming. 

“It must be a reaction to stress”, she thought.
Try as she might she found it increasingly hard not to think about her toes sinking in to wetness of Jenna's clammy cunt. 

“Stop it” she finally shouted to her self and eventually regaining her composure left the stall. 

Standing in front of the mirror in the restroom was a young woman, not much more than a teenager; she turned and asked unsurely “Are you O.K.?”

“Sure” Amanda replied unsteadily, “Just nervous energy” she lied.

The slim figure rotated back to the mirror and continued to apply her lipstick. There was an amazing fragrance in the restroom, so tempting, what was that smell? Amanda realized it came from the girl, she could smell the girl's musk. Bending slightly forward she positioned her face just above the small of the slim figures back. She breathed the intoxicant in deeply, savoring the smell of fresh, pure pussy.

Amanda straightened up, very aware of her stiff nipples brushing against her formal cotton blouse, and then moved closer to the girls back. With a sensual movement Amanda slipped her hands under the light cotton tee shirt and caressed the small breasts of the startled girl. She could feel the puffy nipples tighten under her fingers; just before they were ripped away from her gratefully cupping fingers by the teenager’s rapid twist away from her.

“Get away from me you lezbo,” screamed the girl before rushing through the restroom door. 

Amanda Glenn sank to her knees, what had she done? She had just thrown away years of hard work in a single stupid act! The girl was sure to complain, and rightly so, Amanda had just molested her! Tears streamed down her face, she was crushed. Even then in her midst of her distress she was aware of her pulsing clit erecting and straining against the gusset of her Gucci pants. It was too pleasant to resist, and sliding both her hands inside her tailored trousers she pressed the heel of her hands where her slim lips met and came, panting her passion in to the cool air of the deserted restroom.  

As soon as she recovered she went to the sink and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her blonde bun had unwound with long strands cascading to her shoulders, her blouse clung to her pert breasts and the straining humps of her nipples were very clear. 

“This won't do!” thought Amanda; “I look like a common slut, not advisable if I am to defend myself against that misguided girls accusation.” 

Amanda now felt confident, she had it all back in control again, and she for one wasn't about to sacrifice her job and Tom for some attractive undergraduate she had fumbled with. As she washed her thick juices from her hands the next peak hit her, hard, it was so intense! The room seemed to swim before her. Slowly the blackness descended and Amanda crumpled to the floor.

Jenna chuckled to her self as Kate tore past her in the corridor, the confused look on the girls tear streaked face combined with her protruding virginal nipples confirmed all that Jenna need to know experiment had truly worked. Satisfied she made her way to the restroom.

Chapter Six: Innocence

Kate sat for a long time in the canteen trying to come terms with the attack in the restroom. The woman didn't look mad, in fact Kate was pretty sure she was an important external visitor. So why? Why her? It had happened before, why did gay girls go for her? She should report this, that woman might take a fancy to any of the girls working in the unit. But then the police would know, and they might want to look into her past, but it had never been her, she'd never even wanted it! Kate decided to let things be, nobody here needed to know of her problems. 

Kate knew she wasn't gay, well at least she thought not; never having had sex it was a bit difficult to be sure. But, no all her fantasies were with men. When it got too much she would rub her self off to sleep thinking of Jake’s cock. Jake worked at her local garage, and wore these incredible tight jeans. I mean she'd never seen his tool in the flesh but she could just about picture it in her minds eye! Still, she had to stop thinking about Jake, the familiar dampness told her she was getting turned on. Everyone knew work wasn't the place for that!

Calmed a little Kate left the security of the canteen and headed back towards the lab. Two hours more of routine tests and then support in the operating theater, hey that at least should be interesting! Sitting there endlessly pippetting solutions her mind drifted back to the restroom, and then the first time. Six years ago, she had only been 13 for god's sake! She had been away for her first trip at guide camp, and after a long trek she had fallen asleep in minutes. Then the dream came, she was laying on a warm beach with the most wonderful sexy feeling, she didn't have to do a thing, the waves were gently lapping at her wet spot and making her shiver.

Something had woken her, the tropical beach was gone, but the lapping and the feeling continued. Confused she looked down the bed to see a face slick with wetness appear from under the covers of her camp bed. It was Victoria her tent mate! Kate had sat upright recoiling from the feelings inside her. She was too shocked to say anything. Then Victoria had stood there quite calmly in the dim light pulled up her long tee shirt and fingered her self off in front of her. Minutes later Victoria was fast asleep, leaving Kate to cry and watch the dawn rising through the gap in the tent flap. Kate left camp that morning after a frantic mobile call home, by the end of the week she had quit the guides forever.

Then there was that time Sue had visited, it had been great, and Kate and her closest friend and her spent nearly a week together. They listened to CD's talked for hours into the night and even tried a little booze when Mom was out at the meal with Dad. Being 15 of course sex came up! Sue was desperate for Jason, and told Kate in some detail how she was going to suck him off after the holidays. That turned Kate on a bit and she wriggled a little uncomfortably as the tale came to its climax. Sue suddenly disappeared through her bedroom door “I need a pee, oh, just a pee nothing else” she said with great mirth. 

Left alone Kate took the opportunity to slip a hand into her jeans and rub her moistness, thinking all the time of Jason's cock in Sue's hungry mouth. 

The shout was loud and pained “Get out of my house, go on get out Sue!” Mom's voice cracked.

Kate rushed to her friends aid; whatever Sue had done she was Kate's best mate. Kate stood beside her Mom in the doorway of the restroom and gaped; astride the toilet sat Sue right hand inside her sweatshirt rubbing her left breast, and her left hand busily wedged between her stretched legs. Over her face was a pair of Kate's soiled pants and you could see clearly the motion of her tongue as it explored the gusset.

Kate had dissolved into tears, and run back to her room, diving on to her bed and burying her face into the comforter. By the time the crying stopped and Kate went downstairs Sue had been dispatched, her Mom never mentioned it again; all links with the girl were cut. Kate knew she was still somewhere local, as she sometimes saw her creepy brother Joe drive by the lab. But she was never tempted to make contact, close as she had been to Sue; something's were just too gross!

“A penny for your thoughts” Jenna whispered in to Kate's ear lightly.

It may have been nearly silent but the effect was electrifying. Kate shot six inches off the lab stool, the pippettor clattered to the floor.
“God you frightened me,” squealed Kate.

“Sorry you were obviously enjoying day dreaming too much,” quipped Jenna.

Kate blushed deeply “No not really” Kate replied softly.

“Anyway I'm doing the operation early if you want to help” Jenna asked.

“Yup sure.” 

Kate confirmed as she leapt from the stool and followed Jenna to the theater.

Chapter Seven: A new day

The first thing Julie was aware of was the light streaming through the bedroom curtains, then the taste, that same taste filling her mouth. Her eyes sprung open to see an open pussy descending towards them. The lips pressed heavily against her closed mouth and she could feel the solid bulge of a hardened clitoris massage the tip of her nose.  The dark pubic hair, slick with wetness stroked her cheeks, god she needed air! It was too hard to fill her lungs, panicking she gulped through her mouth. Immediately her tongue was flooded with the taste, as the liquid honey seeped past her gasping lips. Strangely it tasted better than before, and even the salty lips that slid over her teeth didn't seem to be too much of a problem anymore.

Anita ground her orgasm slowly out against the sleeping girls face. Not as good as an active partner, but better than anything Ade had given her. Anita heard a muffled gasp; quickly followed by a thrusting tongue seeking out her clit and she bucked against the pliant muscle. Leaning back Anita let her hands stoke along the flanks of Julies rib cage and then centered in on the stiffly peaked nipples. Gently she spun her fingers around the inch long teats making them fatter as she rubbed the juices coating her fingers in.

Julie's fingertips had a mind of their own; they traveled down her body on to her shaven mound. Probing past her swollen lips she started to rotate the bud with a practiced rhythm. God, she was huge! Her clit was pulsing hard and so large it was easy to grip between her thumb and two fingers. Slowly she frigged her self as the nectar flowed from her cramping cunt. The avid attention paid to her nipples sent her over the edge; she thrashed into the most intense orgasm of her life.

Anita felt the body under her reach its peak and loose control. She was so hot; her clit was mashed against a muscular tongue and pumping violently. It was then she felt the need, slight to start with but constant. It built to a burning peak, and then flash through her tubes as the urine coursed through to her pelvis. The yellow liquid erupted from her vulva as her pee hole contracted violently.  Lustily she peed into Julies welcoming mouth. Anita's turgid clit swelled one final time as she blasted into the first of her multiple orgasms.

A new taste filled Julies mouth, strong and heady, but not as strong or as heady as the new desire flooding her needy body. She nibbled contentedly on the twitching nodule in her mouth, drawing it to even larger dimensions. Her own clit stood stiffly erect, bulging past her large crinkled lips and smooth mons. No one was capable of sucking it to its true size yet; Anita was well beyond caring at this point. Still this was one problem Julie looked forward to solving, soon.

Chapter Eight: Fundamental theory

There was a very unpleasant surprise waiting for Kate in the stark theater, well two in fact. The first & worst was the sight of Taylor prepared on the operating table, Taylor had long been Kate's favorite, she had only been on leave for a couple of days; what could have happened! “Why, why” Kate stammered. “Oh, look its just an exploratory, nothing to fuss over” Jenna explained in a calming voice.

The second shock was the identity of the other person in the theater it was that woman! 

“Have you met Dr Amanda Glenn” Jenna asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“We're acquainted” Kate managed coldly.

“Lets get going,” ordered Jenna.

The first incision was made just along the apes pubic bone, the flesh peeled back easily to expose the abdominal wall muscle. Kate noticed something extraordinary, and stepped forwards to give it closer scrutiny. All across the lower abdomen of the chimp was a mesh of fine yellow capillaries, these thickened into vessels closer to the pubis. Then Jenna slipped back the sheet covering Taylor's lower limbs, and where the vessels were heading was suddenly clear. Nestled above Taylor's sex was a stiffly erect organ that had more in common with a small boy's penis than any normal chimp's clitoris.

Kate stepped back in shock and came into contact with Amanda's lean body. Kate, who was nearly a foot shorter than the tall visitor was immediately aware of a circular rubbing on her lower spine. Turning swiftly she felt certain of what she saw, but was unbelieving. Amanda Glenn had been fingering her self through her trousers; just like Victoria all those years back in the dark tent. Kate felt her whole body shake in revulsion.
“Get a grip of yourself” Jenna chided gently “Taylor needs our attention.” 

With a great mental effort Kate brought her attention back to the small figure on the table. 

“I need you to clamp these vessels while I cut, now clamp them well, I don't want whatever is in them all over the theater.”

The first cut was made without a problem, followed by a second. As the third major vessel was severed all the monitors alarmed, and the vital signs flew down all the scales. 

“Shit, we're loosing her” screamed Kate, 

“Not if I can help it,” replied Jenna.

In the end though no one could help Taylor, the massive shock of the cleaving of the vessels had instantly shut down all the chimp's major organs. Taylor was dead meat.

Kate was sent home in tears.

“Look I need you in tomorrow but take the rest of the day out” Jenna had kindly suggested.

After Kate's day, it was an offer to tempting to resist, sniffing back the tears she walked out of the theater. Jenna & Amanda remained standing with Taylor in silent tribute for a long time. They shared a true empathy with Taylor's demise; after all she was one of them! Eventually Amanda broke the vigil. 

“So that's it, there is no reversal, at least not if we want to live?”

“ No, no reversal, we will continue to slide into sexual delirium,” Jenna surmised. “We need a volunteer so we can track the development, and may be then I can come up with some answers”.

Jenna sat to write up her lab notes:

“Findings suggest simple reversal is too dangerous. Whatever the compound does it eventually becomes systemic, and will destroy the host if threatened. The basis of all sexual events observed has been specifically lesbian. This is highly likely to be due to the specificity of the chemical; due to differences in physiology men could never effectively host X-13.1. How long I can continue before my mind is totally swamped by thoughts of sex is unsure, but I do seem to have a higher resistance than some subjects, for example Dr Glenn”. 

Jenna dropped her pen as an intense spasm shot through her body. Amanda Glenn giggled. 

“I hope you don't mind, it's been a while.” 

So saying she re-clamped her lips warmly around Jenna's slit and sucked the wetness in to her mouth. 

“Sorry if I get this wrong, it's my first time” She grinned from under the table to Jenna.

“Then you will have to stay down there until you get it right” Jenna taunted, but already she could tell it wouldn't be that long.

Chapter Nine: Shoppers paradise

“We need to go and get you some new clothes sugar” Julie called to Anita.

“O.K. With you in ten, I just need to finish off in here.”

Standing legs apart in the misty bathroom Anita slid the razor over the last few hairs on her newly nude mound. It was so nice to match Julie & it would be so good the next time they ground their pussies together. Eventually, after yet another orgasm Anita emerged and went in to the lounge where Julie stood. She wore in a full-length silk kimono that fell open almost to her navel; Julie was carefully spraying perfume between the inviting twin globes of her breasts. Just then Anita caught the scent; it was fantastic! It immediately made her horny again although she had just come for the forth time this morning.

“What is that smell” she asked in a sultry voice.

“Essence of our love Anita, our juices & piss mixed together, do you like it?” asked Julie knowingly.

“I love it, lets fuck” suggested Anita.

“Later, why not share what we have with the world, there are other women out there you know!” replied Julie.

“Other women, yes...” Anita licked her lips at the thought.

Julie parked the car outside the mall and paused to drop the perfume bottle into her shoulder bag. Locking the car they crossed the empty car park and swept in to the Mall through the swishing doors. It was deathly quiet it being an early Wednesday morning, quickly they passed by many quiet stores.

“What's wrong with Macy's” asked Anita naively “I always shop there.”

“Not what I'm looking for,” snapped Julie “We are my love are going up market!”

A couple of blocks later Julie stopped abruptly outside a smaller store.

“Women Only” announced the neon sign, “Now that's our sort of shop” Julie giggled and pulled Anita through the small door way.

After 10 minutes of looking around the store Anita had picked a pile of designer clothes, and scurried off happily to the changing rooms. Julie asked the Asian girl behind the till.
“Excuse me, do you have a restroom on the premises?” 

Her reply was confident “Sure, back of the store first right, down the stairs - Oh and by the way watch out they've just serviced the air-con, so there might be some open hatches down there.”

 “Thanks, I'll be fine” Julie replied pausing only to run her fingertips suggestively over the girls dark arm as she passed.

“You get all sorts in here,” thought the girl, “dirty lesbians included, and you had to smile at them, all the perverts.”

On the way to the stairs, Julie wondered, “Air conditioning, how interesting, could I add a little something to that?”

It was really very exciting Nadine thought, for the first time she was in a grown up store on her own, her Mom Albertine had set up her own account only last week. The young black teen wriggled out of her Vanderbilt jeans, and looked at her self in the cubicles mirror, not a woman yet but pretty curvaceous for a thirteen year old. Mom had told her that she too had been an early developer, and as the boys were starting to notice her it had its advantages. It was so cool here, may be she could hear some scandal; gossip always scored high with her group of girlfriends.

Nadine heard a light tap outside her cubicle and popped her head out through the curtain to see who was there. Nita's smiling face came into view.

“You alright there Nadine, I told your Mom I'd look out for you.” 

“I'm fine thanks,” replied Nadine.

Nadine pulled her head back into the confined space; she liked Nita, what a nice thing to do. Nita thought the same, in particular when ‘Mom’ tipped $50 for the false concern!

In the cubicle next-door Anita was not as pleased as she might have been. She couldn't get this bloody dress right, some how it had caught under her boobs and twisted around one of her shoulders and now it was firmly stuck, and any attempt to move it threatened one delicate seam or another.
“Girl, Girl, I need help” shouted Anita as she heard Nita's little chat with Nadine. 

The curtain swept fully back.
“O.K., keep it down will you!” and then remembering her sales skills she corrected her error, “My name is Nita, how can I help you.”

“I'm stuck here, can't you see?”
“Yes I see, but before I help understand this, I'm a good Muslim girl, arranged marriage and all, so no funny stuff, your friends a dyke, so you probably are to, do you understand?”

“Yes” said Anita meekly “Please”

Nadine's ears pricked up, what was a dyke? It sounded bad; she poked her head out through the curtain again to see if there was anybody around to see her eavesdropping behavior. The nearest woman, an average built woman with sandy hair was busily looking through the lingerie rack. That was at the other end of the store, knowing she was safe Nadine returned stealthily behind the secret curtain. Nadine was sure she'd hear some more secrets if she just stayed quiet.

As Julie glanced through the uninspiring underwear a glamorous older woman approached her.

“You there, I need sizing for a bra.” 

“Oh certainly Madam” Julie replied.

With all the serenity in the world Julie walked up to the oversized client and quickly unbuttoned the straining blouse. In a second the straps were of the surprised woman's shoulders and Julies hands kneaded the large but surprisingly perky boobs.

“Yep there just the right size for me” Julie joked.

“How dare you, I'll have you fired, do you know I'm Christina Appleby” the haughty woman cried.

“Now then, you would have me fired, as impossible as that would be, but I bet these little babies wouldn't,” retorted Julie. 

To her growing amazement Christina saw the girl was right, her distended nipples poked out between the young woman's fingers and they were slowly erecting. She felt confused, this wasn't right it just wasn't possible! Even so, Christina walked in the wake the store girl, watching every move of the lithe body under the Kimono. She marveled as she felt her hardening teats send urgent messages to her pussy, what would the Guild members think if they could see her now? Julie led her like a sleepwalker to the till area.

“Now lets get somewhere a bit more secluded Madam” Julie whispered in her bejeweled ear.Clasped tightly together they gracefully sank behind the tills counter.

Quite how Anita had almost destroyed a $500 dress Nita didn't know. But finally it was on and it looked great. Nita realized her hand was still on Anita's rump, and quickly she moved it away.

“Oh don't bother on my account, us dykes don't mind in the slightest” Anita joked.

When the assistant failed to respond with the rapid-fire put down Anita expected she turned to face the stationary assistant. In the strict confines of the cubicle they were crushed closely together, breast-to-breast. To Anita's complete surprise the girl's nipples pressed like hard little pegs into the underside of her breasts. Anita gazed directly into the dark eyes and recognized instantly the desire, and leaning forward she kissed her. Anita caught her breath as a gentle hand slid into the damp gusset of her pants. With a grand motion Nita ripped the darkening pants from Anita's bare sex. Anita for her part put one foot up on the chair and spread her thighs wide, while gently pushing the sexy Asian girl to her knees.

Nadine looked through the gap between the cubicles in awe, this must be ‘dyking’ thinking about it she wasn't sure she would want her face mashed into a white girls pussy like that, and it looked so messy. All that runny stuff, still Nita seemed to love it judging by the slurping and moaning she made, may be it wasn't be that bad. As Nadine watched three of Nita's fingers plunged deep into own her hungry dark slit. Nadine now found it increasingly hard to keep still & quiet, even more so after her hands descended to her almost hairless pussy. Now this was going to be something to share with her friends, they were going to love hearing about this!

Chapter Ten: The Volunteer

As Kate drove her compact into the Laboratories car park she noticed Dr Glenn's car was still there, parked in the visitor's space. 

“Oh shit, well she can keep well away from me today” Kate said to no one in particular, as she headed for the door.

At that time Amanda wasn't troubling anyone, she was in fact fast asleep, tucked up in the bedroom of the clinical suit. She slept the sleep of the exhausted, something to do with having spent much of the night with her mouth glued to Jenna's spasming vulva. Although she slept, the chemical coursing through her body didn't. Subtle changes were being made to her erogenous zones. 

Her breasts, which had shown the first signs of sagging tightened, enlarged a little and repositioned themselves slightly higher on her chest. The buds of her nipples grew half their original length again; the areola surrounding became more crinkled and darkened a shade. Further down her body her straight pubic hair softened a little and became less obvious. Her vaginal lips, which had always protruded a little to far for her taste puffed themselves even further away from her pubis. Where the folded lips met the greatest changes occurred, instead of the small button, that Tom had so much trouble in finding, sat a plump organ the size of one of Amanda's long thumb nails. Cheekily the new clit rose, pushing back the full lips until its tip poked just beyond them. Amanda stirred, her slim manicured hand found the domed surface of the enlarged organ and slid deftly around it. In her sleep she sighed one long word softly.

“Jenna”.  

Jenna sat still writing with one hand while the fingers of the other stroked her clit. ‘The pleasure is great,’ she wrote, ‘but it doesn't compensate for losing control, sure I should have had more of a sex life before, but it wasn't important at the time, now gradually it becomes all.’ The two-inch lump of flesh between her wet fingers became slowly, but irresistibly, more important than the brain that was supposed to control it. 

“How stupid!”

In complete and sheer frustration Jenna launched the notebook across the room. Skillfully Kate dodged the flying tome as she entered the lab.

“Hey if you don't like me just say” laughed Kate.

“Sorry Kate, wrong place, wrong time” Jenna apologized.

“Story of my life” said Kate with some feeling.

Kate worked through much of the morning cataloguing the X-13.1 samples meticulously; Jenna had told her it all had to go, so go it would. Just after eleven she nipped to the canteen for a fast coke, and a mars bar. As she happily, chomped through the bar her friend Merrill appeared. As always Merrill bobbed along happily her brown curly mop of hair swinging around her face as she walked across the canteen. Merrill unceremoniously plonked down in the seat beside Kate.

“How's it going girl?” Merrill enquired.

“Will you come and chat with Jenna while I'm at lunch, she's stressed out, too many late nights here I think”. Kate asked.

“Sure kid anything for a friend, and your friend is my friend, see ya later”

Kate returned from lunch, and went back to her cataloguing, now where was she, eight transdermal patches, check...It soon spun around to 3:30 and tea break, ah, well she thought in relief, home soon. Kate sat quietly in the canteen savoring her brew. Suddenly all hell broke loose, “get your feet away from me” one of the secretaries screamed before flying through the canteen door, spilling chairs in her wake. The person left sitting at the table was Merrill, grinning like the Cheshire cat, Kate walked over.

“What was all that” she queried.

Merrill laughed in her Aussie way, “To damn sensitive & hung up, that's all, told her I could make myself come with my feet, the dozy cow didn't believe me so I demonstrated, on her!”

Kate guffawed; the thought of so uptight Nicola facing Merrill’s stop at nothing approach tickled her greatly. 

“Anyway, one last fag and I'm bushed, it's bed for me.”

“Hey what's with the cigarettes, doesn't the patch work any more?” asked Kate puzzled by her friend.

“Gave them up months ago, crap they were” Merrill commented.

“Now who's dozy, you're still wearing one!” Kate laughed.

“Oh, that, that's just one of Jenna's, she asked me to trial something, its low risk so why not, anyway with any luck it will be one of those clitty enhancing things” Merrill dissolved in to a fit of staccato laughs, followed by coughs.

“Come with me” Kate said suddenly deadly serious “We need a chat with our Jenna.”

“No problem, that's where I'm sleeping, I'm under observation tonight” Merrill replied brightly.

As Merrill climbed into the recently vacated clinical suite bed, Kate rounded on Jenna.

“Tell me this, did you, did you?” the question hung in the air for a few seconds before Jenna softly replied.

“Yes, but you don't understand...” 

“Oh, I understand, I saw Taylor die, I UNDERSTAND” Kate had a real fire in her eyes now, “You, Dr Bastard Marsh keep away from Merrill, I'll look after her O.K.”

“Fine” replied Jenna,” she's wired, so not too much to do just half hourly vitals.”

“Fine” said Kate stiffly “Now leave”.

Jenna glanced through Kate's work, as always it was excellent, in all respects but one. The girl couldn't count! Jenna had only taken one of the patches, the highest dose one for Merrill, but the records only accounted for eight patches, there had to be nine! When she checked for her self manually flicking through the patches, it was the same thing, nonsense.

In puzzlement she glanced around the lab, noticing for the first time that the floors were unpolished and bins overflowing, she would have to have a strong word with Anita, next time she saw her. Then a crazy thought wandered through her mind, it was stupid, but worth a check. Carefully she peered around the darkness under her desk, and then she saw it, the one thing that could stop her heart dead. Picking it up she examined it closely, there could be no doubt it wasn't a gum paper, or one of Kate's cast off mars bar wrappers, it was the discarded seal from a transdermal patch! This meant only one thing X-13.1 could be loose, outside the lab, where the hell she wondered was Anita.

The answer it happens was not too far away. Just on the other side of town sprawled on a shop floor laid Anita Harrison, one fist pumping against Nita's cervix, the other smoothly spread over Julies cunt massaging the hard bud to yet another orgasm. Her face was drenched with cum from Christina's slack vulva, which bumped non-stop against Anita's thirstily extended tongue. Christina's large breasts flew freely as she bounced on Anita's face; her bra long discarded lay crumpled by her side. Between her spread legs Nadine set about learning how to “dyke” a little too early in life, as the swollen clit slid into her young mouth. Yes, life was good, Anita was a simpler soul than Jenna, & pleasure was enough, plenty enough for this lady.

Chapter Eleven: Loyalties

Kate kept her vigil by Merrill's bedside in silence waiting for the effects to surface, her quick calculations, based on the Pharmokinetic studies suggested the drug would kick in 2 to 4 hours after application of the patch. Allowing for the skin diffusion Kate estimated a further 60 minutes, so applied at lunch, say at 1 O'clock Merrill would be in the clear by six. Give it to eight and she could be certain her friend would be unaffected by the compound. Was that little episode earlier with Nicola an effect of the drug? No, decided Kate smiling to her self - that was just pure Merrill. The time dragged on but eventually the magic hour came, and went. Kate cheered up considerably and slunk away for a quick coffee.

Standing quietly in the canteen she ran the last few days through her mind, she had finally decided. Her CV would go in the post to the agencies tomorrow. The light tap on her shoulder sent Kate in to her customary panic, but swinging around she was pleased to see Merrill standing before her.

“Uh, I feel a bit woozy can you help me to the can K?” Merrill affectionately shortened Kay’s name.

“Sure lean on me girl,” Kate offered scooting her friend along the darkened corridor.

As Merrill hung on to Kate's shoulder Kate became uncomfortably aware of Merrill's rock hard nipples chaffing her arm.

“Jesus it cold out here” Merrill commented, and it sure was!

Kate breathed a sigh of relief and cuddled her friend a little closer. 

Kate got Merrill back to bed and decided to stay on, the girl still looked a little grey to her, but surely that must be the after effects by now, Kate glanced at her watch half past nine. O.K. another four hours and she would have metabolized the drug away, mostly in her urine and as Kate had over-heard in the restroom, plenty of that had already been passed. Two more hours slipped away, intently watching Merrill's covered form closely before Kate finally nodded off her self, listening to Merrill's light snoring. It was several hours later when Kate was roused from slumber by Merrill's soft hand brushing her cheek.

“Kate, hey Kate! Are there any bedpans in this dump?”

“Yep sure, hang on I'll get you one” Kate answered dreamily.

Kate rolled out of the bedside chair, switched on the light and made her way to the cupboard at the back of the room.

“Only paper ones I'm afraid, can you manage with that?”

“Me I can piss in a lager can from ten paces,” laughed Merrill.

Kate joined in, relieved to hear her friends sense of humor make a welcome return.

Merrill emptied her bladder for what seemed an age, and when she finally shook the last few drips off her pussy she coughed.

“Damn I needed that”

“Sure sounded that way” Kate replied winking at her friend. Kate went to pick up the potty, god it was full to the brim! “I need to be careful not to spill this” Kate stated.

“No it would be a crime to waste it,” replied a smiling Merrill. “Wait what's that, is that normal K?” Merrill asked.

Sudden concern for her friend overcame her natural repugnance and Kate positioned her face a few inches above the surface of the amber liquid, peering in to its depths. 

“LOOK CLOSER!” 

Merrill yelled, and brought her hands firmly down on the back of Kate's neck, Kate put up a tough struggle, but it was an uneven contest. Kate's unbalanced position and Merrill's strength won out. Kate's face plunged into the warm pee; it stung her eyes, and then slipped past her lips and teeth filling her mouth with a sour cocktail.

Merrill relaxed her grip and Kate popped up like a cork, pee streaming down her face, and out of her nose and hair. Desperately she tried not to swallow any of the urine, but it was no good, Merrill's piss slipped down her throat. Kate was just about to throw a fit at Merrill when it all changed for Kate, all at once, and forever. Bending forward she picked up the discarded bent paper urinal and gulped down the remaining contents taking care not to spill a drop of the precious liquid as it slid on its passage down her willing throat. 

Then quite calmly she stripped off all her clothes sat sprawled on the chair; unhurriedly she started to tug hard at her nipples and thickening cunt lips. With such attention they soon doubled, even tripled in length and thickness. Merrill sat in the bed and watched her friend with great interest, and then she dutifully copied the actions precisely; soon the room was filled with soft sighing, occasionally shattered by lengthy orgasmic cries, these increased in volume and frequency as their urgent hands finally met each other's bodies.

Unknown to either of the girls Jenna was seated in the small security room near the reception desk. She had enjoyed watched the whole performance through the CCTV system, and had even joined them in several orgasms. Eventually her mind cleared enough to think although her left hand dropped to stroke the glans of her continually hardened clit, it now seemed natural enough now, and one hand was enough to write with after all! 

Her neat hand continued to develop her theory; the most powerful version of the drug seemed to be contained in the urine of the same species. That was confirmed by what she had just witnessed. Taylor's urine had a lesser effect on her because it was cross species. In addition Jenna had not swallowed any urine, merely sat in it briefly. 

So unfortunately, she concluded she wasn't any more resistant than any of the others to the compounds effects. In fact swallowed human female urine was still highly effective even after it had been boiled and laced with ground coffee, as Dr Glenn had so ably demonstrated. The patches weren't as efficient, but the effect was decidedly present. So an oral dosage form was the best option, but a pleasant tasting buffer was probably a more acceptable solvent for sale to the general public!

Jenna glanced down at the copy of Kate's notes; the calculations on the pad were logical, and correct in every detail except one; the strongest concentration had gone on to Anita, presumably to cover some cut. The actual concentration on Merrill's pad was therefore just half that amount that Kate estimated, and that had accounted for the delayed response. Thinking of Anita's cut Jenna wondered “How quick was it for her?” I think in the next experiment a high concentration of the compound should be placed directly on directly onto cut skin, “purely in the interests of science of course”.

Jenna glanced back at the screen and noticed that Amanda had joined in to the party on the bed. She knelt over Kate's face as the long tongue lapped a tattoo on her stiff clit. Merrill's dimpled ass faced the camera, and just at that moment one of her long fingers penetrated the bud of her ass probing in the same rhythm that her tongue beat on Kate's wet, white pussy. There was a gentle sound as Jenna's clothes dropped to the floor, softly she padded towards the clinical unit, Jenna was gone now, well gone, as the trail of pussy juice she left in the corridor confirmed.

Chapter Twelve: Delivery

Joe swung the van up to the familiar gate, so now he was going to get in to the Sex Lab for real! As he braked the van shuddered to a halt, and Joe noticed the odd suit swing heavily on its hanger in the rear of the van. Jauntily he marched up to security.

“Let me in, delivery” he called.

The heavyset guard surveyed him under thick eyebrows “Too heavy to lift?” asked the deep brown voice.

“Nah, no for me, I train I do” stated Joe.

“Great, go and get it and leave it with me! You don't need to go in there after all.”

“But…” Joe started.

“No buts laddie, go and get it and leave it with me”. 

Joe sulkily walked back to the van, normally he would have told the guard where to get off, but years of scrapping left Joe, with no doubt, this was one guy to leave well alone. Struggling along the path Joe dragged the suit to the guardroom and dumped it exhausted into the entrance. 

“Train do we laddie” Mocked the guard “Still it's you're a lucky boy today, we've got a pick for you as well if you want?” the guard asked. 

Always on the tout for business Joe puffed a reply.

“ Yeah, sure, so I get to go in after all” he grinned.

“Wouldn't that be nice, but no. Your pick up is just an animal carcass; we store them at the Boiler house. Out of the gate, first right.” 

“It's OK I saw it on the way by, see you” interrupted Joe.

The guard was left mouthing the instructions into the empty space where Joe had recently stood. The guard closed his mouth, and made a mental note to make that bastards next visit one to remember.

There was a satisfying thud as the large black bag fell off Joe's shoulder into the back of the van, shit what ever this was it wasn't a mouse! Joe tinkered with the zipper on the body bag, but noticed one of the workmen looking his way, “Later” he thought, and returned to the front seat. The white van sped away from the complex, down the road and around the tight bend. Just around the bend Joe steered the van up on to the verge. Cautiously he walked to the edge of the ditch and looked in, to his surprise there was no body.

“May be she walked,” he thought, but no he was certain she had been dead.

Joe froze, icicles filled his veins; perhaps someone from the lab had found her! Oh shit, and it could be her in that bag! Joe sprang in to the rear of the van and unzipped the bag, what flopped on to the dirty floor surprised even him.

“Shit they've changed her into a monkey!” his mind raced.

Taylor laid spread eagled on the floor of the grubby van, even in the half light the beast looked very impressive. Proudly jutting from her chest was an almost human looking pair of breasts topped by the largest nipples Joe had ever seen, and Joe had seen a lot (in magazines). Running his eyes down the form with increasing interest Joe felt his cock stiffen, it shrunk back a little when he saw the neatly sewn gash across the beast's stomach, but banged hard against his belt buckle when he finally looked between the legs. Wide open laid a very inviting pussy, with this amazing clit hanging moistly near its entrance. Joe reached down and with very little pressure slid the whole of his left hand into the animal-woman's body, when he pulled it out it was thickly coated in juices. A sudden noise behind him made Joe spin around fast and look out of the vans small rear window. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Greta stopped the police car behind the white van and stepped out in to the sunshine, pausing only to pick up her cap. A practiced tap secured it in place, and she marched forward just as the driver leapt from the rear doors of the battered van, fear written all over his face. 

“Not the best place to stop sir, nasty corner like this.” 

“No” mumbled Joe, “wasn't thinking.”

Something in his face gave her the feeling that was the truth; anyway he looked the type to rarely think. 

“I'll leave it at a warning this time, just move it, now!”

Greta swung around and made off towards the open door of her car, the seductive swing of her hips jostled her keys carelessly jammed in her pocket, they tumbled onto the dusty ground Joe leapt forward and grabbed the keys.

“Hey, Officer” he called.

Greta turned and in pure reflex caught the keys whizzing through the air towards her head. Joe then scrabbled to the back of the van and loudly swung the doors shut, trapping the tips of his fingers in the process. Greta's last enduring image of Joe was him rushing back to his drivers seat swearing loudly with his fingers jammed in his mouth, what a joke, she thought and laughed lightly.

Joe bounced back into the drivers seat and hurriedly started the van, it spluttered into reluctant life. Joe sighed in relief as the police car slowly disappeared in his wing mirror. It had been a rough couple of days all in all. He couldn't remember being so panicked since that day they carted his sister off. Thinking of Sue always brought a tear to his eye; he hadn't been to see her for ages. Not that it really mattered she never recognized him; she just lay there in that bed staring at the ceiling constantly playing with herself. He remembered her endless mumbling, same girls name over and over again. Best place for her really the loony bin! Anyway, thinking of it why should he shed tears for her? She was the start of his problems! He still woke at night covered in sweat, thinking she was there peeing in his mouth again as he slept. No, on second thoughts stuff her! 

“She'd probably enjoy being stuffed, dirty bitch,” he thought, now that had cheered him up!  

Greta swung effortlessly in to the car and went to put the keys in the ignition, when they slipped in her hand she looked more closely. The dirty bastard, her keys and hands were coated with some kind of slime, tentatively she sniffed it, well it didn't smell too bad, kind of familiar. Greta scanned around the car for her normal pack of tissues, then she remembered, she taken them out just before she had it cleaned by the garage crew. She wasn't about to get this gunk all over the steering wheel, what would people think? No choice then, gently she licked one of her fingers, the taste was, well quite pleasant. With increasing relish the young policewoman licked the secretions off her hands and keys, until they were quite clean, and then a little more. Greta grinned, shifted the car in to gear and disappeared up the road in a cloud of dust. 

Chapter Thirteen: Visitors

When Jenna looked up from her desk, she was greeted with a stunning vision, Kate stood before her totally nude, and her short white hair seemed to throw a halo around her head. Jenna ran a critical eye over the young body. Things were certainly developing in Kate, her breasts were the same small size that Jenna now found she preferred, but the nipples were something else! The small pink platforms had swollen so that at the base of the nipple the domed surface was nearly an inch from the surrounding breast skin, an inch and a half of puffy teat tipped the platform itself.  Kate's waist seemed more slim even athletic in form, but the biggest change of all was poking through the fine white pubic hair that bordered her long lips, a vigorous organ a good three inches long with a girth of a couple of inches at the base and a good full inch at its plump purple tip.

“Well are you just going to sit there and look, or should we play?”

Kate asked, for once Jenna had her mind focused and could ignore her excited body. 

“I need to work” Jenna replied softly.

“Good that's what I'm here for to, I need to show you something” Kate stated. 

“Well if you can make it quick” Jenna responded shortly.

“Spoilsport” Kate replied, so saying she crouched down to sit cross-legged on the floor.

Kate moved one hand to either side of her proud clit pressed them together, then she proceeded to spin her clit, just as she had learnt to spin a stick when lighting fires at guides.

“Look, as attractive as that looks I haven't got the time now” Jenna corrected the girl.

“You wait, you'll see” panted Kate throwing her head back in a long orgasmic howl.

 Her hands fell away from her lap and her clit stood vertically, fully five inches tall, it was pumping fit to explode, and then to Jenna's amazement, thick gobs of yellow ejaculate flew from its purple tip, one landed squarely between Jenna's hands on her tidy desk. 

“Some party piece huh?” grunted Kate.

Jenna didn't, couldn't reply, for once she was lost for words. Kate was gone as quickly as she had come, leaving Jenna staring at the sticky pool of mess on her desk.

Some time later the results of the analysis of the ejaculate lay on Jenna's desk, and a wrinkle crossed Jenna's brow. She was certain that Kate's cum would be packed full of X-13.1, but there was none. What there was there, and in plentiful supply, was DNA! The computer beside Jenna beeped, the search was complete, and the match to human DNA was 0.4%! No that was way too low virtually any animal on the planet would hit human DNA with a higher percentage than that! It would take longer but Jenna would try a match over the whole database, surely something must fit. Jenna's fingers flew over the keyboard, and tap, the search was submitted. This now gave Jenna some time to calm her rampant clit, dipping her fingers in to the remains of Kate's spent cum on her desk Jenna skillfully soothed it along the shaft of her stiff clit, oh that felt so good!

Tom walked up the road towards the Research centre now this really was the limit! When he married Amanda he knew she was dedicated to climbing the academic greasy pole, but it had been days now, with no phone call, no contact at all, and she knew he needed the car this weekend. Confidently he strode up to the Gate. 

“Oh, Hi, let me in will you, I need to talk to my wife” Tom asked politely.

“Name” came the gruff reply from the guard.

“Tom Glenn.”
“WIFES name” came the curt response.

“Oh of course sorry, Dr Amanda Glenn” Tom corrected himself.

“Well she's here sir, but I can't just let you in, I can page her, if you want?” the guard stated.

“Oh, I suppose so” Tom said in disappointment. 

“Sit over there sir, if I know that lot this might take a while!”

“Dr Amanda Glenn to a telephone please, gate paging”

The PA boomed in the small clinical bedroom, Amanda heard, but didn't listen, it could have been the thighs clamped each side of her head that stopped her hearing, but it wasn't, she simply couldn't be bothered. Not when she had the whole of Kate's clit in her mouth, it really was rock hard, its silky tip rubbed gently against the top of her palette, any more length and she probably would have gagged! Amanda knelt in front of Kate who was standing open legged eyes rolled back in a trace like state. Buried deep under Amanda's ass Merrill happily performed the same task on Amanda's own smaller but similarly hard bud. Merrill slowly plunged the whole of own right hand rhythmically into her sopping furrow, as Amanda came once again under her lapping tongue. The guard had been right; it could take some time to get any response from Dr Glenn.

Jenna stared in disbelief at the results on the flickering screen, virtually the whole animal & plant database searched and nothing above a 0.6% match, wherever this DNA came from it wasn't this damn planet! Viewing the list further down the screen she noticed she had included the staff folder by mistake, well there would be nothing useful there, but years of training forced her to obsessively check; Avon, Merrill 0.4%, Glenn, Amanda 0.4%, Marsh, Jenna 0.4%, Philippe, Kate 1.6%. That had to be crap! It would only take seconds to rerun the search on such a small sample, tap…. Philippe, Kate 1.6%! What the hell could this mean, She needed some tissue from Kate to confirm this, as it could always be a search glitch. Jenna picked a vacutainer up and headed for the lab door.

When Jenna entered the sweaty bedroom the orgy had recently ended, and the room still reeked of woman's come, the bodies sprawled across the floor were smeared with yellow juices. But all three were peacefully asleep exhausted by countless orgasms. Jenna felt her left hand locate the swelling clitoral hood and flicker across the glans of her flowering clit.

 “Not now girl, steady!” she breathed to no one in particular.

Thirty seconds later, she emerged with a full vial of Kate's blood, as she made her way along the corridor she was aware of the juices running down both her legs, but supreme will power stopped her thinking about it. Minutes later the DNA was extracted, in an hour and a half the sequence read from the Gel. Jenna busied her self on the keyboard; tap - Philippe, Kate 60%. That made no sense, unless Kate was some form of vector, Sex's equivalent of Typhoid Mary. From nowhere two different hands appeared and one cupped either of her breasts, she looked up to see the smiling faces of Amanda & Merrill, as Merrill's lips descended on to hers. Jenna's will failed, again!

Tom had finally reached the end of his temper; he stalked back to the desk.

 “Well” he asked.

“No response, sir you'll have to call back tomorrow” said a voice thick with contempt.

“Look I demand…” Tom ranted.

“Demand all you want sir, tomorrow - I'm shutting up shop, this lot may not want to go home but I do!”

With that the burly guard bundled him out of the small guardroom, then shut and locked the door behind him. Tom ranted pointlessly at the closed door.

“I KNOW MY RIGHTS, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, KEEPING A MAN FROM HIS WIFE!”

The only reply was the roar of the guards motorbike as it shot from behind the small building and out through the gate. Tom picked up a loose pebble wrapped it and his hand in his handkerchief and rammed it through the glass above the door handle, seconds later he was making his way up the drive, security pass in one hand, blood dripping from the other. 

“Sod tomorrow!” he thought bitterly.

Chapter Fourteen: Drunken nights

Ade sat miserably at the bar nursing his ninth drink.

“Where the hell is that slut, my house stinks and I've not had a hot meal for days!” 

“I wouldn't be surprised if she'd left you, you daft bugger, had a lot to put up with did Anita” Gloria the bar maid offered sagely.

“IF I WANT A WOMAN'S OPINION I'LL TELL HER IT!” Ade snapped.

A sultry voice behind the tattooed man said, “ I'll make you some food Ade, if you like, share a whiskey with me first, then we'll go to mine.” 

Ade turned his head slightly to the right, and a pretty face swam in to view, a little over made up may be but still, he wouldn't throw her out of bed! 

“You buy the whiskey girl, and we've got a deal, what's the name lover?” asked Ade.

“Well, I'm…” the girl started “No don't bother I'll never remember it, to me you’re Anita”, Ade stated. 

In one gulp Ade swallowed his scotch belched and headed out of the door. 

“Are you coming or not” he shouted back to the slim form, quickly she caught up with him as he headed for the door.

The room was fairly tidy except for what looked like a rubbish sack dumped in the far corner; it smelt a bit too! 

“Like a hookers boudoir” Ade thought in his drunken haze, but that was O.K., better than the smell at his place!

 Ade staggered into the kitchen where she stood avidly cooking, positioning himself behind her, he slid his hands round her waist and then moved them to her breasts, tiny pads of flesh tipped with generous nipples. 

“Like feeling up a schoolgirl he thought,” smiling to himself.

 Ade repeatedly thrust his growing erection against her slim ass cheeks. 

“Look, you don't want to do that, I just need to talk to someone I trust, I'm…” a resistant voice squealed.

“I told you once you frigid bitch, I don't care who you are” Ade thundered, and then he stumbled from the kitchen to sprawl on the sofa.

The meal wasn't bad, a good chili, and well-fed Ade's mind turned back to other urges. Ade casually opened his fly and flopped his flaccid five inches on to his lap.

“Fancy a suck on something to clean your teeth” Ade asked.

The girl looked down in horror.

“I really don't want to” she stammered.

“Get on with it, you'll enjoy it once you start” Ade commented pushing her down to his sweaty groin.

The girls face was instantly mashed against the head of Ade's swelling knob, making it hard to speak.

“You really wouldn't want me to do this” the girl complained.

“Oh, yes I do, get on with it” Ade replied pushing his semi hard-on in to her mouth.

Slowly the full eight inches unfurled into the gasping mouth, and the next instant Ade came loosing his creamy load down the surprised throat! He never could hold back long with oral, still it was better than risking the clap. The girls face reappeared with Ade's cum still fresh on her lips.

“You were right, Adrian I did like it once I started, and this was my first time” she smiled as the white cum dripped of her chin on to the sofa cushions.

“Adrian, no one calls me Adrian except Anita and…” Ade began, and then something about that face, seen from this angle, no it couldn't be, but if you took away the sperm?

Ade was suddenly very sober; he shot to the small window, pulled the curtains aside and stared in disbelief at a white battered van parked just out side. The faded legend on the back left door read ‘J Fisher the man and his van.’ In a small voice and under his breath he gasped.

“Joe?”

When he turned back into the room Joe stood there completely naked, the small hard tipped boobs jiggling up and down excitedly as he expertly wanked his long cock. Ade's fist was just too fast for Joe in his current state, and it connected squarely with his beardless jaw. Joe went down in one!

Now this was all Greta needed, a domestic at this time of night. She was dying for a piss, and had spent the whole day feeling horny, now some idiot was determined to keep her from her vibrator! She waltzed in to the small flat to see a drunken man with stained trousers heaving up heavily in to a strategically placed wok. Then there was this, what, lady boy, flitting around wiping blood, and something else off a badly split lower lip while its flaccid penis swung uselessly between its legs. Finally the man stopped throwing up long enough to emote.

“That thing is supposed to be my mate, my mate the cock sucker!”

Joe piped up “He made me suck it, I tried to stop him!”

“Look get dressed, both of you, you can sober up down at the station, it'll make more sense to you in the morning” Greta promised.

As Greta loaded the odd couple in to the back of her car she noticed the white van. 

“That guy sure has some weird friends,” she thought.

“Hey, you two no fooling around in the back” Greta teased, it didn't look very likely though, both passengers sullenly stared through opposite windows.

Pity, though some weird sex might just get her off tonight, she felt pretty weird herself. Soon the prisoners were installed in adjacent cells.

“Tea's up in a minute” Greta called.

As she wandered back through the deserted station, she had the most perverted idea! The continuing pressure in her distended bladder probably brought on the idea, now that, she thought would be weird sex. 

Later still, Greta slid back in the swivel chair in captain Blake's office, and dreamily stared at the framed photo of her boss on the desk, if she closed her eyes, just so, she was sure she could make out the dark nipples under that starched blouse, yes she could, and look they were erect! Her discarded uniform lying around her on the office floor Greta started to pleasure herself; yes she thought that woman's fingers would know just where to go.

Joe sat alone in the cold cell, what a day! Never did he imagine a mouth full of spunk could turn him on so much! So much that he was desperate to come, but his lifeless dick just laid there useless in his hands, not so much as a flicker. He finished the dregs of his drink and turned to face the wall, uncomfortably he snuggled down on the hard bed. Not only had his best mate made him fellate him, to add insult to injury the tea in here tasted just like warm piss!

Chapter Fifteen: Toms journey

Tom was too canny to walk in the front door of the lab unannounced, he found a side window slightly ajar and bingo he was in! The long darkened corridor swept away to the left, but there was not a direction sign in sight. He was going to have to wander around and find Amanda by himself! Slowly he passed the unlit doors, it all looked very peaceful and normal, and then he heard something, what was that noise, an animal squealing? Tom slunk towards the source of the sound; it was definitely coming from the room just across from him. Slowly he crossed the corridor and peeked through the reinforced window in to the room beyond.

It was mostly laid out as benching around the sides of the room, with a single large island bench in the center. On that bench something lay making the mewling sound he heard earlier. But he couldn't quite make out what the hell it was. Shifting his position slightly gave him a better view - it was a woman! Completely naked except for a lab coat, she was laying flat on the bench with her legs spread and something was working furiously away between her thighs, just then a car drove past, and its headlights gave him a full view of the incredible scene for an instant.

The woman groaning on the lab bench had another woman pushing her arm, not her hand, deep into her vagina. So far about half the forearm of the curly haired woman was wedged in, and the blonde haired girl on the bench twisted and bucked wildly against it. The curly one had her other hand free and slapped against her splayed lips, which were huge, a similarly large bud swelled up between the lips and took the full force of the woman's open handed blows. Tom pulled his head back from the window and stood with his back flat against the wall. 

His erection on the other hand stood out like a tent pole, from the front of his grey trousers. Never, ever, had he seen anything like that in real life! Oh, he had paid for it on the Internet, when Amanda was up stairs safely asleep, but to see it for real! His cock was so close to coming and it strained itself in the confines of his boxer shorts. Then a stream of horrifying thoughts kept his come back in his swollen testicles, “Is that what they do here”, “Is that what Amanda came here for”, “Could this be why she hadn't phoned?” His rampant erection shrunk instantly away to nothing, he had to find her!

Tom gingerly continued up the corridor moving his boxers away from him slightly, the pre-cum he had leaked was uncomfortably sticky. Five minutes later he passed a room and looking in thought he recognized a girls profile as she sat diligently working late at her desk. He then popped back to check it out - yes it was Jenna Marsh. He'd met her at an opening party two years before. She was all right, and she was sure to know where Amanda was! He slipped through the door and walked up to her, she didn't notice him, her head was tilted down and she was clearly concentrating hard on something on her desk.

Tom was just about to do a polite chough when he noticed the top of a head bobbing around, over the desk he could just see a few stands of white hair. Tom lent forwards and saw another face from the party, he never knew her name but she was Jenna's assistant. She was busily assisting now! Her rigid tongue pierced by a single gold stud slid all around Jenna's mighty clit! The clitoris was phenomenal; it wasn't that the bud was that long but it was at least as large around as the tip of Tom's flaccid cock. Mind you that cock wasn't flaccid at the moment, this place was a voyeurs paradise! Running his eyes up Jenna's body he saw her breasts straining against her corporate tee shirt, Christ! Nipples like that could take your eye out. Tom closed his eyes and concentrated hard on Amanda, that was why he was here, now come on, down boy! Bravely Tom limped to the door as his erection slowly lost its power. May be he would talk to Kate later; it seemed a bit impolite to interrupt just at the moment.

Steadying himself Tom took a deep breath and set on his way again, as he approached the woman's restroom he smelt a familiar perfume. It was Amanda's! Nobody else he knew wore that fragrance. He had brought it back from that meeting in Thailand, it had cost him an arm and a leg, so it must be pretty unique. He heard some movement from the restroom it was she! In a minute they'd be out of this damn place for good. As he rushed in to the restroom he was confident he would see his cool blonde girl standing there. But no, what he saw was the curly girl from earlier, there she was laying on the floor spraying the shower head directly on to her hairy pubis, hearing the sound of his approach she looked up, her steel blue eyes met his with a look he could only interpret as hate. More water flew around the room, but this time from the girl! Damn it, she had deliberately pissed on his shoes. Not wanting to confront the mad woman any further Tom fled the restroom, his shoes squelching as he legged it fast, back the way he had just come. 

As Tom fled he wondered idly, “Why did she smell of Amanda?” He guessed, incorrectly as it turned out, that he would never know.

By the time Tom stopped to catch his breath, he was unsure how far he'd run, so to get his bearings he glanced quickly around, the lab in front of him looked familiar he popped his head up, and peeked through the glass, Oh, it was the lab with the reclining lady, where was she now? Peering around the room he located her, and now a thick cock was soundly screwing her! She bounced up and down enthusiastically on her seated lovers knob. Another car passed and fully illuminated the stunning woman's profile. The instant recognition cut him like a blade, Amanda! She was being unfaithful! I mean if she wanted a good fisting from another girl then that was one thing - it could be arranged, just as long as he could watch. But this screwing some scientist type while his cock went spare, no this was entirely wrong!

Tom flew into the room and pulled Amanda off the pumping dick. His muscles pulled his fist back hard to slug the randy bastard who thought fucking his wife in the evening was an acceptable pastime. However, the blow never arrived, because seated below Amanda was the nameless white haired girl. Sprouting from her lap was a mighty pole of a clitoris, not a penis; it just didn't look like a penis. Tom stood gaping with his clenched fist still stretched behind him. The pole erupted; yellow spunk flew all over the place. Some of it splashed onto Tom's frozen face, from there it hung momentarily on his chin before dripping on to his arm, Tom watched speechless as it ran down his arm. In a second it reached the first open cut on Tom's arm, the pain was incredible, pure white heat! As Tom toppled backwards the last thing he ever saw was a naked Amanda, streaked in yellow slime running towards him, the room spun, blackened, and reality faded, somewhere, someone called out 

“Tom, Oh TOM!” 

Chapter Sixteen: Kate Queen of the night

“Help, oh help me please!” Screamed Amanda as she hurtled into the lab at a tremendous pace.

Even the cool, collected Jenna jumped.

“What on earth's wrong Mandy?” Jenna asked.

“Its TOM! He saw me with Kate, I think he's had a heart attack - hurry” just a quickly Amanda had vanished.

“ But where?” screamed Jenna after her.

With an agile leap she cleared the desk in front of her grabbed all the first aid stuff she could find in her arms, and dashed to the door, swiveling her head first right then left Jenna scanned for Amanda, sure enough she just saw the shape of Amanda's shapely naked ass scoot around a corner to her left. 

“Babe, I'd follow those bun's anywhere,” Jenna thought as she raced down the corridor.

Once Jenna reached Tom's body it was very obvious to Jenna this was no heart attack, the first aid kit may have well stayed in the other lab. She broke the news as gently as she could.

“Look the compound or something related to it got into his blood stream in massive amounts, and his organs shut down at once, just like Taylor, he's gone Mandy.”

“He wasn't perfect, but I loved him” sniveled Amanda into a bloodstained hanky.

“You mean he wasn't female,” Kate added.

“Shut up, Kate” Jenna hissed.

“No, no she's right, being female would have made him perfect!” Amanda stated.

Then dropping the hanky gently Amanda walked over to Kate, bent her head slightly and sucked one of her plump nipples in to her mouth, her hand slipped down to her own crotch and playfully stroked her dampening lips. Jenna suddenly realized just how far gone Mandy was, no way could she trust her any more! This hurt, she had really hoped there was a future for them together after this, and that had just been wrenched from her. Deflated and depressed Jenna made her way back to the main lab.

Jenna sat at her desk, head in hands, grief-stricken. She didn't even bother to look up when the lab door swung and somebody padded into the room. 

“Terrible thing love, but there are cures” Kate's soft voice whispered conspiratorially in to her ear. 

“Oh, get lost will you” Jenna croaked through her tears, “What would you know, Kate, really? What would you know you're not even human any more!” as Jenna spat out the words she spun the monitor into Kate’s field of vision.

“Ah, we have been busy, I wondered where ‘the compound or something related to it’ came from now I know. It's good to be satisfied”

“You can't even talk like Kate any more!” Jenna ranted.

Kate walked up to the seated scientist, and stared directly into Jenna's eyes.

“You unfortunately know enough to be dangerous” Kate said in a low voice, “But really it doesn't matter, I'm preparing something what will ease away that stubborn will power of yours. You will finally understand the female sex more deeply that you ever thought possible, I thought that was what you wanted?” Kate asked.

“Nice speech megalomaniac, but I'm going public now!” Jenna stated.

Two clicks later her e-mail program sprang into life, there it was, the complete story, with all relevant reports attached. 

“It's got a c.c. To every Scientific Agency & Newspaper I know and now it goes!” as Jenna finished shouting she raised her finger above the mouse button, it began its descent.

“No, darling you don't want to play with that silly button, when you could be sucking on this” Kate spoke hypnotically.

Jenna felt something tap her under the chin, rolling her eyes down she saw the hard purple tip of Kate's clitoris rearing up to meet her lips. As the silky glans touched Jenna's lower lip her hand fell - dashing the mouse to the floor. Kate watched closely as Jenna ran her lips down the solid mass of her sex my, my, this girl had potential! Leaning over without dislodging her pulsing clit from the hungry mouth did take some skill, but Kate made her way to the keyboard and hit the delete button. The e-mail sped all the way to the recycle bin. She would delete the entire file system over the network later, it would just save the others seeing things they shouldn't, not that Merrill was a problem, but Amanda still had a little free will.

As much as Kate was enjoying this, she needed to hurry things along a bit; there was much to do, in particular Tom. Kate grasped the sides of her massive clit and rubbed just as she had done earlier. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she filled Jenna's mouth with hot spunk. Jenna lolled in the chair and then with enormous vigor started to masturbate, virtually tearing at her delicate skin with her nails. 

“Oh, girls” Kate called from the lab doorway.

Within seconds Merrill and then Amanda appeared.

“Look Jenna's a bit frustrated, can you help her for me?” Kate crooned, both the girls nodded in unison.

“Good here's something to get the party started” Kate held forward her hands and each girl licked a dollop of yellow spunk off a proffered hand.

“Good, have fun!” Kate added and walked away whistling, as the noises from the lab intensified she knew she had a few hours to play with!

Chapter Seventeen: The wrong arm of the law

Shit, what was it now, two frigging hours sleep and they called her back into the station. Greta wandered up to the desk sergeant.

“What the fuck is it Louis” Greta growled.

“Hey, babe it's not me, you know me I'd rather get you into bed the out of it, anytime” the pudgy middle aged man quipped, just before he popped another Dorito into his mouth. 

“Yeah, sure real soon, O.K., soon as I draw my pension your next in line.”

“Blake wants you” Louis grinned; Greta smiled as she wiggled her butt towards the stairs to the Captains office.

Captain Blake sat to attention at her desk, she had just finished sharpening all her pencils for the day, and then all was in order. A sharp rap sounded at her office door.

“Come” Blake barked in her most regal accent. “Ah, Officer Dillon, good, take a seat, now tell me what were you doing here last night” the captain asked.

“Here” Greta mumbled, her face coloring as she remembered her long solo session with the photograph “Last night” Greta cringed.

“Look its not a trick question, how do you account for this?” barked the captain.

Greta looked at the form flung before her, it was those two weirdo's she locked up last night.

“Yeah the male and the she-male, what about them?” Greta asked. 

“I think you mean, the she-male and the female, that's what!” the captain suggested. 

“No, way I didn't get that wrong, they both had dongs, you know?” Greta grinned. 

“Yes believe it or not I do know dongs, and that pair have only one small one between them” the captain replied in a flash. 

“This I have to see for myself!” Greta said and leapt from the chair to leave the room. 

“Not so fast Dillon, I haven't told you my views on the importance of proper paperwork to the modern police service, sit!” the captain growled. 

“Oh” said Greta and dejectedly sat down again.

For the next fifteen minutes, Greta looked from the window to the clock, the clock to the window, Oh, and she spent a lot of time looking at Blake's shinny shoes, if she got at the right angle she was sure see could see the pure white gusset of the captains pants up her regulation police skirt. That was what set her off; she sat there squeezing her leg muscles tightly to massage her swelling bud, wow this worked well! Awkwardly she repositioned her self to stop the captain noticing the growing damp patch in her police trousers. She was so close to coming, and she fought desperately to keep still and quiet.

“Have you heard a word I've said” the captain voice burst in on her private world. 

“Oh yes, every word” Greta lied. 

“Good you'll be a better police officer for it, dismissed!” barked the captain.
 
Greta moved carefully towards the door trying to show as little of her wet ass as possible. 

“And, get Amy in here, some neighborhood cat got in here last night and smeared something awful all over my seat and photo, needs a good polish” the captain ordered.

“Sure” replied Greta stifling her laugh.

Greta was still smiling to her self when she let Joe out of his cell, and escorted him to the interview room. She had decided to start with the she-male, any man who could turn into a woman overnight needed much thought. Greta read out the short form.

“Name?”

“Joelle Fisher”

“Sex?”

“Female” Greta roared.

“Just who are you kidding?” 

“Sex?”

“Female”

“O.K. we all like a joke, but I saw you naked last night remember?” Greta said in a harsher tone.

“Sex?” 

“Female” now this was too much!

Greta whipped around the table, pulled down the zipper and thrust her fingers right on to, - a warm wet pussy! 

“Well it would be nicer if you asked me first” said Joelle. She moved forward to kiss Greta full on the lips. 

Greta ushered Joelle back to her cell and made her self a strong espresso to calm her self before she unlocked Adrian's cell. It was pitiful in a way, there sat on a bed was a naked body, the top half sporting a very acceptable pair of 34C boobs, the bottom half showing only an inch of shriveled dick. 

“It's that freaks, fault, him next door and Anita Harrison, they both been up to that Sex Lab, Anita cleans there & Joe told me last night - he's been there too!” The falsetto voice squeaked.

“Just look at it will you, its ruined!” Adrian held up the small penile stump by its oversized lump of foreskin, as tears streamed do his cheeks. 

“If its all the same to you I’d rather not look,” Greta said truthfully.

She slid the door shut and locked it firmly behind her; she wasn't going to get anything useful out of him today! Next stop Anita Harrison, whoever the hell she was! 

Chapter Eighteen: Answers

Kate busied her self, it wasn't easy fitting Tom's body into the new Bio-suit on her own, but at least it was done. The only thing left to do was fill it, if she understood fully the details the ‘Female Dom’ had shown her this was the best way to produce something close to a ‘pure strain.’ Of course it wouldn't be a pure strain, human brains were too primitive for that, most of the mutants cerebellum would contain sexualized information, but if she was right, and it was by no means certain there would be enough capacity for the thing to follow basic instructions. 

Kate shivered involuntarily, the perfect female sex slave! Her enlarging clitoral erection told her it would soon be time to uplink again to the Female Dom. She needed get the suit filled soon! Kate walked to the back of the storeroom where several barrels were stacked, each full of her precious cargo, female ‘sperm.’ After attaching the tubing from the barrels outlet to the oxygen inlet on the Bio-suit Kate twisted the valve, her seed started to siphon into the expanding suit. God, she was getting horny, would she have time to complete this before the uplink? As her clitoris pounded against her navel, Kate rushed to Tom's side. Good, his features were obscured behind a pale yellow veil of liquid - the suit was full! Kate rushed across and closed the valve. Then she settled herself the chair to prepare for the uplink.

“Today, maybe I will learn of my origins” hoped Kate, and bending forward she took the tip of her solid clitoris into her mouth. 

Oh, she could have just drunk some of contents of one of the nearby barrels and achieved the same thing, but this was so much more fun! Steadily her lips contracted around the tip of her clit, while her hands blurred as they slid along each side of the engorged shaft with well-practiced skill. As the tip of her glans pumped hard against the back of her throat she felt the build up begin once again from the base of her pulsing bud.

“Any second, now” her mind told her.

 The orgasm was shattering, and the thick sperm flooded into her mouth before flowing down her contracting throat. Her head shot up 

“NOW” Kate screamed, her triumph echoing around the deserted storeroom. 

Her face relaxed, a dribble of yellow cum escaped her lips, hung for a moment and then dripped onto her left nipple, immediately it rose hardening by a full inch. As her eyes rolled back into her head, the uplink began!

Jenna crawled out from under the sleeping forms of Mandy and Merrill; the mouthful of Kate's sperm had given her more stamina than the others, now to escape! Her latent desire made her pause, she fell back to her knees and spreading her legs either side of Mandy's chest, and tenderly she rubbed her bud on the blonde's right nipple. The teat was still fully erect and the crinkled surface gave it a magical friction. A few strokes of her lovers nipple was all it took, she tumbled headlong in to one last cataclysmic orgasm. Jenna's mind now fully restored, for the time being, she stood and headed for the door. She left behind a pool of wetness to slide sensuously between Mandy's gorgeous tits. Minutes later she strode through reception, and out in to the fresh morning air. Passing the deserted Guardroom quickly she left the site for the first time in days, all she needed now was some form of transport!

Inside the bio-suit the softest of changes was rapidly modifying Tom's previously male body. The nipples began to get plumper, and small pads of virgin breast tissue gathered beneath them. His once proud penis was no more, as yet there was nothing to replace it, just smooth silky pubic skin; like all of his kind Tom would be completely bald. Tom dreamt strange dreams of a place called ‘Vagra’ it was a place of supreme pleasure and passion. Tom's luscious lips opened slightly, and formed a faint lascivious smile. If anyone had been there to look through the clouded suit face panel they would have seen the creation of extreme sexual beauty, but the only person who could have witnessed it sat comatose, twitching in a nearby chair.

The uplink began as always in the skies above Vagra, slowly Kate's spirit tumbled down through the soft pink clouds. She then swept above green fields filled with coupling forms their baldpates reflecting the deep purple of the sunlight. Her vision clouded, then cleared, in front of her stood a wooden sign ‘Salem’ it read in a stark rudimentary script. With out warning she was instantaneously transported to a dim bedroom, dim but for the beam of yellow sunshine streaking in through a grubby window to Kate's left. Lying on the bed was young girl, no more than eleven or twelve, with her right hand she wrote neatly in a bound diary, her left hand was tucked out of sight under her body. As Kate moved closer the girl reached up and griped her colonial cap, she hurled it to the floor, a tumble of thick white hair fell across her face. Kate looked over the girl's shoulder the script was flowing but easy enough to decipher; hungrily Kate digested the words.

January 15, year of the Lord 1692, I went to visit the Paris girls today, Momma said I should take them some pie and cheer them up as they were ill. When I arrived they didn't seem that pleased to see me, but when Reverend Samuel left the room, they cheered up. The older Paris girl asked me if I wanted to watch a new game they'd been shown by Bridget Bishop. I nodded, it sounded like fun, the younger girl got out from under the counterpane, and lay flat on the bed and did a really strange thing she pulled up her night shift, under it she wore nothing I could see the mouth between her legs and everything.  

I stood not knowing what to do, my tummy had a strange tickle in it, and I wanted to see the rest of the game! Paris elder crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, then she too did something even stranger, she started to kiss the other girls quim. I stepped a little closer. 

“Feel this” said elder Paris and pushed my left hand hard on the place her lips had just been, it was all slimy. 

Paris younger jumped and groaned, I thought her ill, but Elder reassured me.

“No she likes it, wiggle your fingers like this” and raising her hand drew a small circle in the air. I did it, and I thought the younger had taken a fit she wriggled so much.

The girl turned the page and continued to write. My tummy was turning over so much, this seemed to me the devils work, but it was such fun. Then we heard heavy feet on the stairs.

“Dr Griggs is here girls, get yourselves decent.” 

Elder and younger shot back under the counterpane and looked to have fallen fast asleep. I heard the door handle turn, if the Doctor saw my slimly fingers, he would know I had been helping the devil, so I quickly put them in my mouth and licked them clean. Soon after I left, and ran, here to write down secretly how I helped the devil, I'm sure I will burn in hell for this! Satan's tickle won't go away, but I've found a way to make it stop for a short while.

“Katie Miller, what are you doing up there, you know we are going to the Philippe's house for tea, William will be there, and you know how much you like William!”

“Just coming Momma,” the reclining girl replied. So saying rolled gently over on her bed. 

Kate could now see the outline of her left hand as it moved in gentle circles deep with in her knickerbockers. The girls face screwed up with effort as she humped against her hand “William” she sighed and then convulsed on the bed. In an instant she was up and heading for the bedroom door, for a second she paused to clean her fingers with her tongue, then she was gone, humming away as she skipped down the stairs.

In a flash the room disappeared! Kate's eyes flew open, and she struggled to understand where she was, it was down linking she hated the most. So that was the answer, Bridget Bishop, the first woman executed in the Salem Witch Trials was a Vagran, but Katie had obviously never completed, or she to would have been killed. Suddenly she felt a pang of pain for her ancestor, she never knew the pleasure of gulping down sweet Vagran urine or sperm to complete the transformation. Still the juices from the young Paris girl had been enough to modify her DNA and pass it down through time to Kate. As Kate became more aware of her surroundings she noticed the Bio-suit thrashing around in the actively corner - Tomasina, she was awake!

Chapter Nineteen: All change!

Amanda awoke as her clit slipped back in to the familiar refuge of Merrill's hungry mouth. Stretching her arm back her fingers probed for Jenna's friendly pussy, not finding it within it's usual range Amanda turned her head to look for Jenna. Holy shit, Jenna had gone! 

“Merrill, Merrill, quick, Jenna's gone” shouted Amanda.

Merrill did nothing; forcefully dragging up Merrill's head she felt her clit pop out from warm suction of the busy mouth. Placing her forehead on Merrill's she looked directly in the dazed girls eyes. 

“Listen lover, Jenna has gone! Kate told us to look after her and now she's gone! We are in the deepest of deep shit!” 

Merrill's eyes just rolled around in their sockets, then she brought a large handful of yellow spunk to her mouth and greedily swallowed half of it in one gulp. Amanda looked around under the bench there were clear signs where the other globs had been, and they had all been dutifully lapped up. Amanda struggled to her feet, impaired badly by Merrill who had reattached her limpet like lips back on to Amanda's growing clit. Amanda pulled back her pussy hard and two inches of plump clit popped away from a very disappointed Merrill. As Amanda tried to make her way to the door Merrill caught hold of her leg. Angrily Amanda shook her off. 

“Look go suck your own clit will you! I want to stay alive, and that means finding Jenna, NOW!”

Merrill heard that, even spunked up it hurt.

“Suck my own clit, how?” she thought, then that last dose of sperm kicked in. 

Merrill shuffled her self to the lab wall, and placed her butt against it. Straining hard she managed to place one foot on the floor each side of her shoulders, her hands caught her ass cheeks and pulled her tongue closer to its target. Merrill squealed in agonized frustration, one more supreme effort! Merrill fought hard against her straining muscles. Amazingly, and suddenly, there it was, not just her clitty, but also her whole pussy, in each reach of her grasping mouth. The pairs of lips sealed tightly around each other, and Merrill rolled away from the wall sucking lustily on her juicy slit. Her free hands now concentrated on sliding as much spunk as high up into her asshole as she could. As the urine started to trickle in rivulets over her profusely sweating face, Merrill realized that at last she had found the one true love she had searched so long for.

Amanda tore around the building, she looked everywhere she could think of, but there was absolutely no sign of the missing Jenna. Puffing she stood by the polished oak reception desk.

“Where else, come on there has to be somewhere else, girl” then she remembered, at one long and tedious audit session Jenna had taken her down to the remote storeroom, it was the last place, she had to be hiding there! 

As Amanda burst through the storeroom door she was greeted by a sight so strange, so bizarre it burned forever into her retinas. Kate sat with an enormous quivering erection pointing up from her lap while all over its pulsing surface shimmered a living red snake, two more snakes pumped at her clasping pussy and her widely open anus in perfect synchronization. Holding on to these snakes was a striking hairless girl, beautiful in every single way, but, and there could be no doubt, it was Tom!

“TOM! TOM!” The words ripped from her mouth with out thought.

Both the Tom-girl and Kate turned in unison to stare at the intruder with hostility and the snakes just vanished. Kate spoke first.

“I am most displeased! AMANDA, you should never interrupt a mistress and slave in this way!”

“But, Jenna's escaped” Amanda desperately explained.

“Has she, then you will help me find her Amanda, if you uplink to the Female Dom, your passionate closeness to Jenna will soon track her down” hissed Kate. 

“I'll never do that, I've seen what it does to you!” Amanda protested.

An instant later she decided to make a grab for Tom and escape, Amanda thoughtlessly plunged in to the room and grabbed one of Tom's new sylph-like hands. Immediately the Tom-girl rounded on a deeply shocked Amanda, and teeth like razors lunged hard trying to bite deep into her swinging bare breast. Amanda dodged and slammed heavily down on the storeroom floor, confusion and tears instantly masked her normally pretty, features.

“Learn this Amanda, Tom is gone, this is Tomasina, and she is mine, totally mine, to the death!”

Unfortunately the look of pure hatred coming from Tomasina's scowling face confirmed this statement in a split-second.

“Now Amanda, uplink time” stated Kate.

“You’re crazy, why would I do it now, you've stolen Tom from me!” spat Amanda.

“Oh, don't worry, you will uplink and Tomasina will help you!”

Chapter Twenty: The Cavalry

Greta jumped as the Police radio kicked into life.

“Dillon, get over to the Nunnery and check out a suspected attempted poisoning, two female suspects being held” snapped Blake through the static. 

“Sure, copy, out” Greta replied as she swung the car around in the wide road.

“Gee, a please would be nice, just once from that bitch” Greta thought in annoyance. 

Soon her car swept round the tight bend and flew past the gates of the Research Lab as she ‘blue lighted’ it to the Nunnery. The only reason she lowered her speed, was for the sudden narrowing of the road. That narrowing saved the life of the girl who threw her self out into path of the car. She stood directly in front of the squad car wearing a stained white lab coat, and waving her hands frantically above her head. Greta hit the brakes with full force, and the car slid to a halt, but not before catching Jenna lightly in the solar plexus, winded she doubled over on to the hood of the car. The impact threw her breasts free of the lab coat, and they bounced impressively before Greta's eyes. Even in her angered state Greta could feel her clit expanding in the confines of her tight trousers.

“Lady you should be dead, what in hells name were you thinking?” Greta glowered down as she bounded from the car.

There was no response; Greta eventually noticed the blue tinge on the woman's cheeks. 

“O.K. Mama, deep breaths, here let me help” Greta mumbled her anger broken. 

She stood behind the bent woman, and slipped her hands round her waist, slowly and rhythmically pressuring the stalled diaphragm. Greta's hand slipped through the flapping lab coat, and brushed against the soft naked skin of the woman's abdomen. 

“Jesus, I always figured you guys wore something under these.” 

Greta realized her nipples were boring holes in to the woman's back, and this time professionalism got the better of her and she relaxed her grip. 

“Look, can you make it to the passenger seat by yourself?” Greta enquired, to her delight the girl nodded. 

When they were both back in the car Greta asked the question that burned in her from the moment she saw the lab coat.

“Are you from that Research Lab up to road a way?” 

“Yes, so tired, tired” gasped the woman. 

“O.K. you get some shut eye, we'll talk about this later” As the car zipped away from the curb the siren restarted its warning wail.

As the zip opened several pints of used spunk spilt onto the floor, not that Kate noticed. She was to busy taking in the wonderful beauty, that stood before her. From the fine elfin features of the sculptured face, to the graceful swell of her abdomen that swept down to her bare velvet pussy she was prefect! The sensuous mouth split and in a breathy voice she spoke her first words to Kate.

“I am Tomasina, how can I serve?” 

This was too good.

“Show me your tongue slave” Kate said her voice breaking with passion. 

From between the plump wet lips a bright red narrow strip like tongue appeared. Tomasina then extended it fully, the tip hung just bellow the swell of her pert smooth breasts.

Kate gaped.

“Show Me,” she croaked. In an instant the tongue tip separated into two muscular twisting stands, each one winding itself around one of Tomasina's proud dark three-inch nipples.

Once there the tongues slid relentlessly around the hard buds.

“I see” Kate panted hard; roughly she opened Tomasina's thighs “Show me” Kate commanded. 

Tomasina's slim hands slid to her pussy after a couple of quick mystical motions, her hands were pushed apart by a rapidly growing tail of flesh, finally the slim serpent reached its full length, bobbing just above the girls navel.

“Show me,” Kate barely grunted, once again the tip split, the separate tips squirming down the girl's body. 

Smoothly without effort one tip slipped in to the velvet pussy, the other streamed past the rose bud opening of Tomasina's anus. Tentatively Kate reached out her right hand and touched the front clitoral snake, instantly her fingers cramped and her whole hand pulsed. Kate's eyes widened, she had just had an intense orgasm in her hand! It was true, all of it, everything the Female Dom had told her. Convulsively Kate splurged her heavy semen load all over Tomasina's flat twitching belly. Tomasina lowered her head and her split prehensile tongue began cleaning the semen from her well-muscled abdomen.

The gentle rocking motion of the car quickly sent Jenna in to a deep sleep, and as she relaxed her legs fell apart loosely, revealing her thick slick lips and stumpy clitoris to open view. Greta guided the car skillfully up the hill.

“Not to far to go now” Greta commented to her passenger, when she failed to get any response she glanced across to the slumped woman.
 
Five seconds later she was back in control of the car, sweat pouring from her brow. Cautiously Greta moved her right hand to the sleeping woman's knee, her finger tips brushed it lightly, no response. More confidently now the hand walked along Jenna's thigh to its target. Seconds later Greta's fingers prized open the soft lips and slipped inside. Her fingers felt the silky smoothness grip them, Greta swallowed, and suddenly her mouth was dry. 

Boldly venturing further her thumb and fingers met the hard dome of Jenna's clit, and Jenna shifted in the seat, Greta's hand pulled back a little, but no it was fine she hadn't woken, Greta retuned her hand, brushing the protuberance as she would her own. Jenna buckled slightly on the seat beside Greta, and Greta felt a stream of thick wetness hit her hot palm; the slumbering woman trembled in her nocturnal release. Greta returned her attention to the road just in time; the car swung into the driveway of the Nunnery. Greta crunched the car to a halt on the on the grey gravel. 

“Now you stay there and catch some beauty sleep lady, Greta has some work to do.”

Greta glanced around for something to wipe her hand on, seeing nothing obvious she happily slipped her coated fingers in to her mouth. 

“I wonder if this is habit forming” Greta thought as she cleaned the last traces of juice from her palm. 

Confidently she waddled towards the large Nunnery doors, her damp pants clinging to all her sensitive little folds as she walked.

“In all my years as a Nun I have never seen anything like it!” Complained the Mother Superior in a grave tone “There they were bold as brass, in broad daylight sitting there with their legs hanging, into the well, playing with each others lower parts” she continued.

“Let me get this right Mother, you are a nun with twenty years experience, and you've never seen two women playing with each other?” Greta enquired. 

“We are not here to discuss our conduct, it's their disgusting behavior I'm complaining about, anyway it wasn't the touching so much, it was the other thing” retorted the Mother. 

Greta noticed the Mother has visibly flushed, “Other thing?” 

Greta raised an eyebrow.

“Relieving themselves repeatedly in to our only water supply” the Mother blurted the out as if words trying to get them away from her lips as quickly as possible, “Do you know we're now having to buy in bottled water, costs a small fortune!” the nun commented.

“They PEED in your well?” Greta questioned in disbelief.

“If you must” came the sniffy reply. 

“You're right, I had better speak to them!” Greta quickly agreed.

Greta was eventually ushered into a small cell where two odd-looking nuns sat several feet apart. 

“Oh, excuse me sisters, where are the suspects” asked Greta. 

The smaller dark one replied “That's us officer, the nuns kindly gave us some spare habits, we didn't have our clothes with us at the time!”

“Yes and then they kindly tied us to these chairs so we couldn't touch each other” spat out the larger woman throwing back her tussled sandy hair in disgust. 

Greta pulled up a spare chair span it, straddled it and rested her arms on the chair back.

“That'll give my pants a chance to dry out” she thought.

“Now then, Ladies why did you pee in the nice nuns drinking well?” Greta addressed her question directly to the lippie tall girl.

“School girl prank, that's all” she replied.

“Hey, some joke, O.K., name?”

“Julie Jessup”

“And you” Greta asked the pretty dark girl.

“Anita Harrison” Greta grinned broadly with genuine pleasure; she uttered just one more word “Station.” 

The girls were released, and before they knew it, cuffed and sitting in the rear of the police car side by side. 

“To be fair to you the cuffs aren't really needed, but I'll have no funny girlie stuff going on in my police car!” 

Both the girls pulled identical scowls. Greta just smiled fondly at the woman slumped asleep in the front seat, legs still lying wide open.

A few miles further up the road Jenna abruptly awoke, and having no idea where she was, desperate to get her bearings, she gazed around the car. Then in a voice still thick with sleep she spoke.

“Oh, hi Anita where have been for the last couple of days, anywhere nice?” 

“Some where amazing Jenna, I wouldn't know where to start” the raven-haired girl replied. 

“You two know each other!” Greta said in amazement as for the second time that afternoon she temporarily lost control of the car.

“Yes, Anita cleans my lab early every morning” replied Jenna.

“That's right we some times meet up, Jenna has a habit of working through the night” Anita commented.

“Sure, yeah - how could I forget,” Greta laughed, “and as for where to start, I like the beginning myself, being an old-fashioned girl.”

During the rest of the ride to the station Greta heard the whole unforgettable tale. For a while she amused her self by adding up the number of felonies committed, but lost count admitted defeat, and gave up. In any case where would you find a jury who would believe any of this stuff?

The discussions in Blake's office were not going well, despite being told all the versions of the story and understanding there was some evidence of something pretty odd going on Captain Blake would not authorize a raid on the lab! Greta was beside herself.

“Look it is so clear, how can you refuse?”

“I agree, it is clear, Dr Marsh here makes a very convincing case and Anita's story backs it up, something should be done, but not by me - its not correct procedure, we must wait until after the weekend, when I can get official clearance” the captain patiently explained. 

“Clearance, procedures, my ass” screamed Greta in to the captain's face.

“I note with interest your comments, Sergeant Dillon, but I am the Captain and that is my decision, period!” 

Blake's face clearly indicated that all discussion was over. Greta felt something inside her bend and then snap. Jenna, Anita and Julie were already the safely on the other side of the door, when Greta turned back to look at her arrogant captain, there she stood facing away from her. Her well muscled legs wide apart hands firmly clasped behind her back gazing out of the window over her empire! So pumped up on power was she that she didn't even hear Greta's approach, or feel her slide the cuffs gently over her wrists until they clicked shut. 

“What the hell….” Blake's protest was cut short by the unmistakable click of a police issue Magnum being cocked by her left ear! 

Softly Greta issued the threat to twitching her ear  “Pay back time, one sound and you're dead!”

Blake sat on the floor by her desk where she had been dumped attentively watching Greta peel of her still moist police trousers, shortly followed by the heavily stained pair of standard issue white pants. One moment's inattention, and the she could make it to the panic button under the far side of her desk. In every way it was a great shame, to sit here and witness Greta throwing away her career; she always had admiration, and even something approaching, well, affection for her. She was a damn fine cop, and well - even a little hot. Her level of training shone through, even in her clearly psychotic state, not once did the gun barrel take its accurate sights off her crouched form. Greta walked in front of the captain an unmistakable look of distain on her attractive features, and crouched slightly in front of her obscenely parting her legs; she could see nothing other than Greta's over wet pussy hanging in front of her eyes. 

Blake had never really looked at one this close before, and it looked rather nice and interesting, for the first time in her life Blake felt the tiny lump of her clitoris harden into a tight knot. Not that she exactly had long to enjoy the adsorbing view; the first pulse of urine hit her squarely between the eyes blinding her! Rivers of it poured down her face, eventually dripping off her chin and slamming repeatedly on to her now tingling nipples. Try as she might, she couldn't keep her mouth closed forever, and one thing this mad Greta appeared to have was a limitless supply of piss. Blake's mouth finally flew open, and along with the lungful of precious air, came a mouth full of warm flowing urine, Blake swallowed hard, once and then again. Gradually the flow eased and then totally ceased. Blake sat soggy and dejectedly by her desk in a warm pool of Greta's piss. How the proud empress had fallen! 

A suddenly contrite Greta grabbed her clothes, dropping her Magnum and unwanted silver badge on the desk, she turned to head for the door suddenly it seemed miles away. 

“Now comes the hard part, going out there and telling that babe Jenna that I've just completely screwed any chance we ever had of raiding the lab,” Greta thought bitterly, and hoped for forgiveness. Skirting swiftly past the captain without a glance she headed out for her new life, whatever the hell that was!

“Greta, could I lick your slit?” Blake asked softly.

“Could you lick my slit?” Greta repeated dumbly. 

“Yes, please” Blake's soft voice pleaded. 

Greta was completely stunned “ Well, I never thought I'd hear that” Greta commented.

“Why not, it's a very sexy slit isn't it?” asked Blake in the same reverential tone.

“No, not that, the slits had its moments, but to hear you say PLEASE,” said a smiling Greta. 

Throwing her clothes bundle to a dry bit of floor Greta trembled as she lowered her wet gash on to the waiting lips. Blake was just as precise about this as everything else in her existence; her tongue covered every sweet folded inch of Greta's heaving pussy, retuning with increasing frequency and vibration to the shiny little knob that now formed the center of her world. As diligently as she polished her shoes to their glittering shine before a passing out parade, Blake polished Greta's grateful clitoris to new dizzying dimensions. Gasping loudly for air Greta climaxed, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life. Recovered, Greta smiled at her new lover and gently asked.

“So are you coming with us on this raid, or what?” 

“I'll come, but only if you promise to tie me up tight and pee on me again later - Greta?” Blake bargained.

“Why you sexy little police woman, Blakey, it will be my extreme pleasure!” beamed an ecstatic Greta. Minutes later Greta was dry and outside the newly fragranced room hugging the other girls. The raid was decidedly on!

Amanda found herself in less friendly surroundings, as she was firmly strapped down on to a low lab bench in the isolated storeroom while Kate and her new sidekick Tomasina glared down at her. Kate started to slowly caress her expanding clitoris, holding it right above Amanda's closed mouth. 

“It's no good I won't swallow it!” Amanda hissed through her teeth.

Kate totally ignored her. 

“Tomasina, tongue her nipples” Kate commanded, in an instant the wiggling wet snakes worked their magic; Amanda hit her first orgasm with nothing more than the skilled touch of a Vagran tongue to her swollen teats. 

Kate now picked up the speed rubbing her hands alternately around her dense thickening shaft. Still Amanda kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, even when the second harder climax rippled through her tortured frame. 

“Very impressive Dr Glenn” said Kate panting from the exertion of building up to a multiple climax.

“Tomasina, enter her” Amanda felt the twin snakes sliding seductively across her lower abdomen, everywhere they touched Amanda's skin orgasmed and vibrated. 

The twin snakes reared up and hit their target with deadly erotic accuracy, Amanda arched as increasingly intense waves of pleasure piled one on top of the other seemingly forever, the stout straps holding her down snapped, pieces of shredded leather flying haphazardly across the humid room, then an intense white hot climax hit her all over her sweat slick body and the universe imploded around her! Her spasming mouth flew open to scream her intense alien passion. However, the piercing scream never materialized, jets of hot spunk poured in to her gaping mouth instantly entrapping her delirious joy. She bucked one final backbreaking time before her eyes slid up into her recesses of her spinning head.

“Now” said Kate in a ragged husky voice as she lent heavily against the wet low bench, “Where is Jenna.” 

“Police, Jenna and the Police raid soon, raid here, tomorrow!” Amanda's voice said wistfully. 

“Excellent, I will be prepared, such treachery as yours deserves a rich reward, Amanda you will become my deputy, with a Vagran slave of your own” Kate promised regally. 

“Tomasina, continue your excellent work with this one, and share some of your Vagran DNA with her. I will need someone to rely on when the time finally comes!” 

Amanda was able to make her next alien scream, unfettered. Merrill heard it clearly right at the other end of the research lab; it almost stopped her plunging her fists repeatedly in and out of her elastic pussy and ass, almost but well, not quite. Tomasina located Amanda's hugely engorged clit with unrelenting accuracy, the screams repeated for hour after orgasmic hour.

Chapter Twenty-one: The plan

Greta sat down with Blakey to plan out the campaign.

“I think we should go in with everyone involved in this on board, including the ones currently sitting in our cells. It's the only way to get to the bottom of it, there are just too many stories here” Greta proposed. 

Blakey's brow furrowed, then lightened “ I agree, get them all together and sort it out, in the end there has to be a simple answer to all of this” she continued “Lets just be a little cautious though, I'll leave a message with command to come in for us if we haven't reported in by 09:00 on Monday.” 

“That makes sense, hey, this team thing is really starting to work for us Blakey” Greta smiled, “Lets go rally the troops” 

Greta unlocked cell 2 and strode in. 

“Joelle, we are all going into the Lab, get your gear together.” 

“I'm ready” came back a sultry voice; Joelle stepped forward in to the light. 

Greta's jaw dropped slack as she saw the fully developed version of Joelle for the first time, she was drop dead gorgeous. Her shiny Auburn hair cascaded past a striking gypsy face with high check bones and dark deep set eyes promising sensual forbidden pleasures. A long angular neck perched elegantly on smooth alabaster shoulders, clearly visible now Joelle had folded back Joes old shirt, and unbuttoned it to the navel. The shirtfront stretched over and separated delightfully full upturned breasts high tipped with heavy nipples the size of cherry tomatoes that seriously threatened to split the tense cloth. Her slim denim draped legs just seemed to go on smoothly forever, and suggestively separated at the apex of the thighs where Joelle's plump divided pussy mound desperately competed for attention. 

“Well, shall we go, or is there something you'd like to try first” Joelle teased running her slim fingers under her shirt to circle an erecting nipple. 

“No, I'm in a relationship you see, I mean, shit, lets go” Greta burbled. 

Joelle squeezed by her trembling body in the doorway and as she did so ran her hand along the warmly wet seam of Greta's trousers, then smiling she lifted her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. “Wrong decision, sweetie” Joelle breathed into Greta's ear, her lips delicately brushing the lobe. It was a slightly more cautious and confused Greta that squelched along the corridor to open cell 1 where Ade resided, what Greta wondered would she find hiding in here?

“Ade, we are all going into the Lab, get your gear together.”  

“I'm Ada” came the meek reply. 

“O.K. Ada, out here please” cried Greta deciding to leave a little distance between her self and the prisoner this time. 

A tall woman with a cherubic tanned face emerged; she blinked her long eyelashes as she entered the bright corridor. Her neatly bobbed dark blond hair ended just above her shoulders. But her most striking feature was below this, her breasts! Even accounting for the size of her frame they were colossal; Greta doubted she could span one of them with both hands. Both of these women were impressive in their own individual ways. Greta would have happily hit the sack for weeks with either of them, prior to finding Blakey of course! The trio dramatically entered the briefing room. 

“O.K. girls listen up! This is Joelle and Ada, so from left to right Blakey, Jenna, Julie and Anita” Greta introduced them. 

The room fell silent, four pairs of lustful eyes ran Joelle's form through their senses. 

“Hi girls” Joelle squealed in delight. Then Anita noticed Ada, 

“God Ade, you're so much sexier as a woman!” she complimented, receiving are sharp dig in the ribs from Julie for her accurate observation. Ada immediately blushed most attractively, but made no reply.

Blakey now took command, “now there are seven of us, but we don't know what to expect at the lab, so absolutely no heroics, if need be we can pull back to here and await reinforcements on Monday, Understood” A sea of 6 heads nodded agreement.

“Excellent, off to bed then, and no hanky panky, we leave at 5:00 so we need to be fresh” Blakey noticed the look of deep disappointment that registered on Greta's face “Well may be some hanky panky, but not too much” Blakey corrected herself unremarkably the team spirits soared!

Kate walked alone through the moist night air in the deserted glasshouse touching the leaves of the all the plants as she passed. So far she had found nothing, but the plant must be here! They were going for scale up on X-13.1. Following on from Jenna's original diligent work. Kate approached the final row of plants; more in hope than certainty delicately she brushed her finger on the leaf of the first purple flowering plant. Her nipples sprang to erection, and the first pulse of wetness burst from her furrow. Yes, and not only one but a full row of 150 flowering plants. Kate's smile spread from ear to ear as she pressed the petals to her hardening clit, she was now ready!

Over the next two hours the trusted trio of Kate, Amanda & Tomasina moved the plants with great care from the Glasshouse to the Lecture Theater where they clustered around the lectern like a mini forest. 

“Why do we have to do this at night, I'm so tired, I spent half the day cumming” complained Amanda. 

“Tomorrow all will be clear” promised Kate, “Now, have you finished with Tomasina?”

“Yes, sure couldn't raise a single nipple right now” yawned Amanda.

“Tomasina, come, its our playtime” grinned Kate.

Chapter Twenty-two: In to the fray

Blakey expertly backed the Hummer out of the deserted squad garage into the yard. Silently the girls clambered aboard, some were more awake than others. Joelle looked fully satisfied, but quite exhausted, hers was the only head to rest on the green leather upholstery for the duration of the entire bumpy journey. Greta had pride of place beside Blakey in the front; the deeply smitten girl hardly took her eyes from the driver beside her the whole journey. In her slowly dampening lap her fingers twitched imperceptibly. Idly she wondered how someone as outwardly domineering, as Blakey was so submissive in bed, anyway never mind how, it just turned her on. Julie snuggled up possessively close to Anita, while Anita's free hand secretly stroked Ada's gently trembling knee. Jenna sat silently in deep reflection, wondering to her self what surprises Kate would have in store for them, and how Mandy would be coping without her support.

Amanda was still busy she now worked alongside Merrill in the glasshouse. Just like the glass Merrill was a little fragile today. As a true blue Aussie she had been the very first to ever experience a Vagran spunk hangover. Currently it was beating booze hands down. Together the girls shifted the last trolley full of growth lamps to the lecture theater. Finishing positioning them around the flowering plants they stood back to admire their recent handiwork. 

“Wait I've got an idea” said Merrill and she ran across to the bank of switches throwing them all up. 

The theater transformed itself from a dingy hall in to a floodlit stadium. Merrill returned to Amanda's side, their hands slid quickly together, as they kissed deeply. Their urgent tongues slithering over each other like furiously mating eels, Amanda's hands fell freely to Merrill's breasts as the inquisitive tips of Merrill fingers massaged the sensitive edges of Amanda's virgin anal hole. Their intense passion was rudely interrupted by Kate's shrill voice.

“I asked you to bring the lights in, I did not ask you to turn them on! Switch them off right now!”

Although Amanda was now incredibly closely bound to Kate by her new DNA she found it almost impossible to break away from her still passionate embrace with Merrill, involuntarily her body responded despite the hot lust and darkness instantly returned to the theater. 

“The only person to switch those on again is Tomasina, is that clear!”

The two women nodded their guilty agreement and then stood idly together looking down at the floor. 

“Tomasina, come, you will hide yourself completely behind the lectern and familiarize yourself with it's controls” Kate ordered. 

Tomasina appeared from nowhere, and disappeared just as efficiently. 

“You two come with me now we are ready for our guests we must make plans for their welcome”.

Merrill and Amanda sat on the bed as Kate confidently addressed them.

“Task one, divide and conquer, Merrill you are in charge of this part of the plan. I have here some crushed Vagran petals, the slightest contact anywhere on the body causes intense desire in anyone exposed to the compound, no matter how slight or recent the exposure has been. Use these well, oh and Merrill remember to wear these when you handle them!” 

Kate held up a pair of surgical gloves, “As inventive and entertaining as your solo sessions are, NONE today!” 

Merrill nodded in agreement;  “Anyway,” she thought “I can always save a few petals for tomorrow.”

“Amanda as you now know, your place is firmly by my side, but you need to know now that I will rely on you to take out Jenna, do you agree?” asked Kate.

“Completely” 

“Good, work well and Jenna will be yours forever - remember that well” 
“I will not forget” smiled Amanda brilliantly. 

“Excellent, lets hope the floor show arrives soon” Kate laughed out loud at her own joke, the laughter spread infectiously to Amanda and Merrill, the Vagran pact was forged!

Blakey adopted her best ‘McQueen’ persona as the Hummer flew around the tight bend towards the lab. Expertly the vehicle trashed the labs automated gates with one direct frontal collision, Jenna quickly fished out her worn security pass and soon the magnificent seven stood in the clean reception area of the lab. Merrill was seated behind the oak desk.

“Hi, Dr Marsh and esteemed visitors my name is Merrill, welcome - we've been expecting you” 

“You have” spluttered Greta incredulous at the hospitality. 

“Yes, and if you'd bothered to hoot, I would have gladly opened the gates for you” Merrill pointed happily at the large green button on the desk. 

“This all seems pretty normal to me!” Blakey commented, Greta could only nod in silent agreement.

“Come on Merrill, cut the crap, since when is reception manned at 5 am on a Saturday morning?” asked Jenna. 

“It's my first Saturday in my new job” Merrill replied sweetly.

“Where the hell is Kate” Jenna spat. 

“Kate and Dr Glenn are waiting for you all in the main lab, I'll show you through” replied Merrill. 

“I know where my own lab is” Jenna barked.

“All part of the new service, I insist” Merrill smiled. 

As they followed a jaunty Merrill down the corridor they all had an excellent view of the tight ass swinging seductively from side to side under the sheer skirt, even Jenna softened.

“Merrill have you been working out,” she asked. 

“Sure, I have - and its all the product of my own handiwork” She turned and lewdly winked. Soon enough they reached the double doors of the main laboratory.

Swinging the doors widely open Merrill ushered the group in. Kate and Amanda dressed in clean pressed lab coats stood chatting in front of banks of flashing instruments. 

“Hi Jenna, good to see you” Mandy rushed to Jenna planting a full-blown kiss on her eager lips. 

Jenna fought hard to hold back but she found her hands moving off with a will of their own to Mandy's breasts, she sighed deeply and rested her head on her lovers shoulder. Kate stepped forward. 

“Thanks for bringing Dr Marsh back to us in one piece, dear Jenna you will be pleased to know that we have resolved all the problems you unknowingly introduced in to the secret clinical trials, but are we glad to have you back, we really miss your valuable input!” 

Jenna was unusually quiet; she was melting completely in to the bright green eyes of her beloved Mandy. 

Amanda spoke up, “I am Dr Marsh's supervisor Dr Amanda Glenn, and the problems you've all seen and suffered from were caused not by the compound Jenna so cleverly identified but by a low level impurity.”

Amanda's voice trembled a little as Jenna's hand finished its journey down her lab coat front and lodged itself deeply in the gusset of her stylish Gucci thong.

“This plant was the source of X-13.1 the compound in question, its called Apocynum androsaemifolium it only grows in the disused graveyard of the Salem Massachusetts Bay Colony. That's where Jenna discovered a small patch of it growing by the grave of one Bridget Bishop, unfortunately the grave was contaminated by groundwater from a spring running down from an old mine working and that introduced the impurity. We have now completely removed it, and all the undesirable side effects.” 

Amanda looked down at Jenna now who knelt at her feet thrusting her lips seductively and openly on to the wet area growing on the previously clean thong. “Like this one” Amanda shuddered uncontrollably as her massive orgasm rippled through her.

At the back of the room Merrill wandered up beside Ada and Joelle, she whispered quietly. 

“Are you two really interested in a science talk on women's sexuality?” 

“Actually yes as we've only just become women, it could help” answered Joelle. 

“In that case, come with me I can show you some really cool things you can do to yourselves now, for instance has either of you ever thought about licking your own clit?” Merrill winked.

“So I wouldn't need any body else to help me come?” asked a shy Ada.

“No, just you, yourself and plenty of time” 

“It sounds ideal, but I'm not at all sure” Ada blushed.

“Look just hold my hand and think about it, will you?” asked Merrill.

“I will, if Joelle does” Ada replied. 

Joelle shrugged and slid her left hand delicately in to Merrill's gloved hand, immediately Merrill felt Ada right hand tightly grip her other palm. Merrill smiled at them sweetly. They both wondered silently about the gloves, but what did they know! It was their first ever visit to a lab, and it wouldn't be polite to ask too many silly questions, particularly of someone as transparently nice as Merrill.

Kate's clear voice rang out reassuringly, “We apologize profusely for all the pain and distress caused. Dr Glenn heard from Drexel Pharma yesterday that we would all be in receipt of a generous compensation package. Also remember that in addition to the sexual skills the drug has given you there are other faculties that improve” 

Kate lectured carefully avoiding any reference to Vagran DNA. “So, who here would prefer to go back to the way things were before?” Asked Kate.

“Me, for one!” said Jenna with feeling.

“Really, and give up Amanda?” Kate queried. 

Confusion masked Jenna's face.

“Who else?” asked Kate, the room was full of murmuring, but no one else spoke up. Greta looked up at Blakey and shook her head. 

“Drexel have provided us with champagne and nibbles, why don't you all come through to the lecture theater and celebrate our good fortune” 

En mass, with the exception of Jenna everyone followed Kate through the open doors. Jenna caught Amanda's elbow just before she left the lab. Amanda swung to face Jenna, who spoke in whisper. 

“Tell me, and swear on Tom's grave, was Kate telling the truth?”

“Listen, Jen love I have had long chats with Kate every day since you've been gone, and I now believe every word she says” Amada soothed. 

Jenna relaxed, “Could you do something for me then before we join the others?” Jenna asked.

“Anything Jen, you know that!” Amanda replied lovingly. 

Jenna said nothing instead she unbuckled her belt, slid down her zipper and pushed her trousers fluidly to the floor. She walked slowly to the lab bench and sat on it, spreading her legs as far as the taught tendons would allow proudly Jen displayed her saturated silk pants. 

“Please Mandy, I need you!” Jen breathed. 

“Oh, Jen I love you, of course” Amanda lied so convincingly.

Jen stiffened as Mandy ripped the crotch of her panties aside her with nimble red lips. Mandy's teeth gently scrapped across the wide shiny tip of Jen's chubby clit, and sent shivers flying a long the length of Jen's compliant body. Smiling Jen looked lovingly down on the head working so tenderly between her thighs. Further down Mandy's body Jen could just see the lump of her clitoris straining against the confines of the saliva wetted thong. As Mandy shifted her weight to balance the semi-erect organ flopped from the side of the narrow thong, Jesus - it was huge! At least as long as one Jens supple hands and a full three inches in girth, god, what a sexy sight.

Jen marveled at how much she must turn-on her lover to make her so fully erect. All too soon Jen convulsed, almost loosing consciousness for a blissful instant. As Jens hands cramped they moved along the smooth bench gently her fingers touched the cool metal handle of a scalpel. Freed momentarily her unconscious “thinking brain” scooped the blade up and deposited it secretly and safely in her flack jacket pocket. The panting slim forms stood for long minutes twinned in the most passionate of all embraces. 

Mandy spoke, “get dressed Jen, lets go celebrate!” A short time later the young lovers walked out of the lab arm-in-arm.

Chapter Twenty-three: Blooming surprise

By the time Mandy and Jen walked on to the wide plinth that overlooked the lecture theatre proper the champagne was starting to warm. As was the atmosphere, everyone looked so relieved, instead of the expected resistance and strife the smell of compromise and agreement filled the air. Merrill stood in an intimate huddle with Ada and Joelle discussing some of the finer points of self-loving.

“Never bother with, dildo's, who needs rubbish plastic and rubber when nature provided them on the ends of your arms. Oh, and legs!” 

Merrill then demonstrated her point, she held her slim hand up then clenched it into a fist, finally alternately relaxing and compressing in rapid pulsing action. 

“What dick shaped lump of dead plastic will do that for you?”

 Ada heaved her mighty chest up and down at faster rate. Merrill felt a tentative hand clasp one of her tight butt cheeks.

“I'd like you to do that to me, Oh no! I mean show me how to do that myself” Ada's voice trembled.

“Don't worry Ada, both are possible, see I know of this little room we could slip away to, without creating a fuss” 

“What do you think, Joelle” asked Ada.

Joelle said nothing, her only action was a long steady wink of her dark left eye holding hands once again the trio slipped out surreptitiously through the brass studded doors. 

Greta gripped Blakey with apparent passion kissing her strongly, as she pushed her back to the wood paneled wall; deliberately she started to paw Blakey's firm breasts.

“Just look as if you're enjoying it” whispered Greta in her ear.

“I am, honestly!” came the terse hurt reply.

“No, oh forget it, just listen, do you remember the 5th Street drug bust” asked Greta.

“How could I ever forget, we lost three good cops that day” said Blakey.

“Well I just have had the same feeling run up and down my spine as I did when I walked down that damn Alley” Greta mumbled. 

“You, mean a set up!” Blakey blinked.

“Yup, look at the position of this theater, right at the centre of the lab, this is a trap! They knew we were coming - this whole thing is stage managed.” 

Greta pursed her lips and twitched her head indicating the large black void below the Illuminated plinth, Blakey's eyes narrowed and a deep frown furrowed her brow. 

Greta beamed, “I knew you hadn't really lost it in all that paperwork, there's still a street-wise cop in there, you see it too.” 

“I can still hustle if I need to! Don't you…” 

Blakey cut her reply short, grabbed a shocked Greta securely between the legs and kissed her deeply. Kate's cheerful voice sounded closely behind Greta. 

“You two love-birds will need to take a break if you don't want to miss our main presentation in a couple of minutes” she laughed.

Blakey broke her embrace with Greta and stepped forwards, saying in a strong voice. 

“Dr Glenn, the compensation sounds great, but when does our remedial treatment begin?” 

“Remedial treatment um, well, I suppose,” stammered Kate momentarily thrown off track.

“You mean, although there is a new improved drug, we aren't going to be given it? Oh, but of course we are going to get the compensation aren't we, or is that as mythical as the impurity?” asked Blakey pointedly. 

Instead of replying Kate looked to Amanda for guidance. Greta interpreted the glance between them with ease and snarled towards an uncertain Dr Glenn. 

“Thanks so much for the fizzy wine and canapés, but police work is never done, you know phone calls and stuff - like the one I have to make to Drexel Pharma. Sorry to piss on your parade but we're leaving lady, right now!” 

Blakey shouted, “Jenna, Anita, Julie eyes front, Joelle and Ada cover our exit” and so saying drew her Magnum. 

Glancing right to see that Greta had already adopted the position and had Kate pinned in her sights. Blakey slowly paced backwards and barked. 

“Ada, Joelle, doors open” 

Nothing happened, and the momentary backwards glance Greta made gave Kate all the opportunity she needed, she screamed.

“Tomasina, LIGHTS, AIR RECICULATOR AND DOOR LOCK NOW!” she hurtled her full weight into Greta's side. 

Caught of balance Greta tumbled left through the air and smashed into Blakey spinning her completely off her feet. As the policewomen crashed to the ground in a jumble, their guns dropped between them on the hardwood floor. 

In an instant the room was flooded with bright artificial sunlight, temporarily blinding the three girls who were staring directly forward. As the light disabled one set of onlookers it had an entirely different effect on another, the watching buds of the plants gathered on the theater floor, forty feet below. In a second the wide green leafy carpet bloomed large open purple flowers. The air filled with the pungent fragrance and pollen of Apocynum androsaemifolium. So prolific were the blooms that the air thickened noticeably turning into a purple haze. Deftly slipping on her facemask Amanda scooped the fallen guns from between the dazed tangled bodies of the police officers and threw them beyond reach in to the maze of seats under the plinth.

Kate regained her footing, and just managed to don her mask before the desire hit her fully. She glanced downstairs to the floral display, her eyes widened. On the floor behind the lectern Tomasina had been first to smell the aphrodisiac perfume she now writhed aggressively and bucked in an erotically obscene tangle of flesh, tongues and clitoral snakes. Kate watched the lewd alien show in fascination, cursing her self under her breath for forgetting to add ‘facemask’ to her explicit list of commands. Still such was the life of a slave.

Slaves to the art of masturbation were gathered elsewhere in the building. Merrill, Joelle and Ada sat in a tight circle on the bed of the clinical unit. The two ‘New women’ carefully copying Merrill's basic method of self-pleasing. 

“O.K., good progress girls, two orgasms a piece in five minutes, that's pretty fancy. But now lets move on a little,” Merrill patiently continued, “Now we all move our hands one pussy the left.”

Ada blushed but still dropped her hand smoothly into the gap between Joelle's model like thighs, Joelle lifted her free hand to her breast and tweaked a chocolate brown plum-like nipple. Merrill bent forward, and pushed her ass closer to Joelle, at the same time she slipped her twitching hand between Ada's wide stretched legs. 

Merrill was watching the heavy globes of Ada's boobs bounce, markedly straining her shoulders with a steadily increasing rhythm. 

“My, my she's a well stacked sheila” thought Merrill, making a mental note not to tell her about her ‘the suck all of you tit in to your mouth method’, Christ she could suffocate!” 

“Joelle I have noticed your technique is a bit more advanced than Ada's, have you been training?” 

“Only last night” Joelle replied.

“Oh, for how long, you seem quite accomplished?” 

“Last night, I mean all of last night”

“I'm impressed, now move the hand from your breast to my ass-hole, I want to see if I can make any improvements” Merrill lied, jumping softly as the manicured nails slightly raked her crinkled opening. 

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” gasped Merrill “I see a long course of one-on-one personal tuition will be the only solution” Merrill hissed though pursed lips. 

“Are you sure you have the time, I'm a bit of a slow learner” Joelle warned.

“Oh no I can take some time out of my solo career, it will be a PLEASURE!” screamed a demented Merrill. 

Ada asked softly before she convulsed “I'd like some sessions to how long will it take?” 

“Years of dedicated practice” Merrill sighed in happiness.

Chapter Twenty-four: Erotic scents

The perfumes effects were rippling through the thick atmosphere of the theater. The sounds of trousers opening, and flack jackets dropped to the floor echoed softly in the auditorium. Jenna however remained fully clothed; before she found her love of science her obsession had been reef snorkeling. In fact it had been her time with the fishes that had first fueled her scientific interest. 

Jenna dived in, swooping on to her victim. A second later she rose, Amanda's facemask strapped securely to her face, as she watched her back-stabbing lover sink to the floor. Amanda ripped open her lab coat, sending buttons pinging off the walls like ricochet. Her fine strong nails shredded her cotton dress as she heaved with fragrance-induced passion. 

“That's the last time you trick me, Judas,” Jenna raged at the climaxing blonde “I hope the tainted silver is worth losing me for!” Jenna continued her eyes misting over.

Jenna's attention turned to Kate, “one down one to go” her mouth ejaculated the words. 

At her feet flailing bodies sighed, pumping slippery flows of liquid love on to the once clean floor. Jenna remained immune to the Sapphic lust around her; her right hand slid in to her pocket and clenched the scalpel handle. Her first thrust sliced neatly through Kate's lab coat with ease, several severed white pubic hairs drifted to the floor. 

“You remember Taylor's death do you? Her life ebbed away through cleaved clitoral vessels, well its time to be reunited with your pet!” Screamed Jenna as she swung the vicious blade with all her hatred fueled might.

Kate's shocked and ashen face was revealed in a flash as her speed-blurred hand ripped the facemask away. She sucked air into her lungs at a rate no pure bred human could have anticipated or tolerated. Its potent effects were immediate, her pulsing nipples tripled in size, threatening to dwarf her breasts. Her vulva was split asunder by a rocketing erection and thick, bubbling juice polled on the floor after streaming down her legs. All of this took place in a mere fraction of a human heartbeat. Jenna's right hand smashed heavily in to the solid clitoral shaft, her face folded in agony.

As if from a cut scene in a Kubric film the freed knife spiraled impressively in the air, and fell finally embedding itself in her meaty thigh. Jenna screamed against the agony of pulling the blade out of her lacerated leg, the handle wet with blood it slipped through her fingers and bounced harmlessly on the floor. As Jenna staggered backwards Frankenstein like, Amanda driven by her instinct to protect Kate rose swiftly from the floor and secured the large pre-prepared semen soaked pad to Jenna's open cut.

For a mere instant, Jenna mistook this for an act of kindness from her traitorous friend, then the white-hot erotic agony hit her. Jenna smiled weakly, as the irony her of being used as her own experimental subject sunk in. Then as her eyes rolled back in sensual delight, the long darkness fell. Jenna's defeated body slumped listlessly in to Amanda's welcoming arms. Kate now safely re-masked hit the recessed door over-ride button. A triumphant Amanda carried her slumbering captive away.

Amanda delivered Jenna's limp form to the very bench where she was forced in to treachery. She carefully checked the security of the new leather straps, before stripping Jenna and tenderly laying her on the low wooden surface. Once in position, Jenna was held strapped down by her wrists, ankles and waist. Amanda paused between the splayed legs and planted a moist kiss on Jenna's pubic furrow, briefly tonguing the pliant lips. 

“I'm sorry, my love, but I for one always side with the winners, once their victory becomes inevitable” Amanda spoke with some remorse.

“Still, I will return soon, once I have the ability to uplink you, then you will see the wonder of Vagra - sleep well Jenna”. 

Amanda left the cool storeroom to return to the sexual furnace behind the studded doors. As she closed the heavy door behind her, Kate seeing her arrival, ripped off her now redundant facemask and threw an arm around Amanda's waist, then the two, who were about to be one - gazed in perverse delight at the erotic tableaux they had created.

Chapter Twenty-five: Showtime!

Greta ground her hips with all her strength, rotating her slick spread lips against the mirror image of Blakey's soaked vulva. In return Blakey's swollen clit ploughed wet groves through Greta's wiry pubic fleece. The captain's empty vagina regularly contracted, and ejected molten flows of hot juices. Greta's pubis lurched forwards' forcing her swollen clit towards the source of the warm honey that spurted against its polished dome. The rearing bud met the grasping orifice and brushed the tearing hymen aside. Blakey cried her passion in muffled bliss as her mouth sought and found new lips to kiss. 

Drowning in flows of heady ambrosia her tongue stiffened in tribute to the organ that fucked her, and drove deep into the cavity of Julie's volcanic core. Julie's own tongue ran rings around Anita's parched lips, pausing only to play with Anita's trembling tongue as it slipped over the nipping teeth. In turn Anita's clitoris slid fluidly over the tip Greta's panting nose, as her ass expanded to give access to sergeant's hungry tongue. The circle complete, the raging orgasm flew around it at increasing speed passing swiftly from one link to the next and back. Conserving a spiraling perpetual climax.

Two pairs of ravenous eyes consumed the Sapphic energy released and used it to power their wickedly bobbing erections. Slowly in a charmed dance the pulsing organs wound themselves around each other. Then the purple tips swung to face each other dripping eye, to dripping eye. As Kate and Amanda stood belly-to-belly, breast-to-breast, their rocking heads twisted to watch the circular orgy before them.

Had any of the orgiastic quartet looked back at the couple they would have been the first on earth to witness the wonder of Vagran intercourse. Kate's weeping knob slit kissed Amanda's and the two pulsing glans's merged into a single purple womb, firing Kate into an explosive climax, her shaft pumped huge quantities of boiling sperm in to the contacting muscle-lined organ. Amanda reached her peak as the flood passed the joint summit of their clitorii and forced its way savagely through her contracting tube into her expectant body. Both bodies now spent they peeled away from each other. Relaxing totally before collapsing senseless to the ground.

Although this seismic event was unseen by the fantasizing foursome the erotic energy consumed to fuse the Vagran clitorii was returned in a massive sexual discharge to the room. It fueled their passion beyond the limits of normal human tolerance. Their minds froze, as the thick sweat covering every inch of their skin evaporated in a pulse-beat, then warm urine flowed freely from a quartet of tumescent vulvae, as rapidly as it was produced it was reabsorbed through their gulping skin pores. At an increasing tempo the recycling continued, while on the passage back to the eight kidneys the chain-reaction modified the DNA of every body cell. Eventually the process reached its apex. Four mouths gaped screaming their mutual orgasm, just as a newborn child cries when torn from the womb. 

A gigantic pulse of erotic plasma spread away from their now unconscious bodies. Instantly every light in the room shattered, blown to smithereens by the alien energy. The room plunged into silence and darkness. 

From behind the lectern a reverential figure stood, and then walked a few paces towards the front seats, carefully picking its way between apparently invisible glass and the smashed pots of withered plants. 
Reaching a clear space Tomasina fell to her knees, and then sat on her haunches lowering her forehead to the ground. Her hands placed flat against the floor, the twin probes of her tongue and clitoris split and raised above her supine form waggling, as they tasted the air. In silence she worshiped the birth of Kate-Amanda's four daughters.

Chapter Twenty-six: Lying foundations

The pulse continued its expansion; it lapped through the lab and across a two-mile radius of countryside, before breaking and finally dissipating into the dawn. The first to respond to its call lay tangled in the clinical unit. The trio, who had been relaxing following countless orgasms, enthusiastically started to masturbate each other with renewed vigor. Jenna quivered and strained against leather restraints as multiple orgasms, fueled her Vagran dreams. Beyond the lab countless couples awoke and engaged in violent lovemaking. Singles masturbated in beds and showers, and night-shift workers dashed home to undress. For a small part of the planet it was a very good day to be alive, for a while the earth truly moved. Surprised lovers looked at each other, shocked singles gazed in to mirrors, it felt to them as if the world had changed, and for once, they were right.

Merrill stood in a Sumo wrestling pose, savoring the tight constriction caused by the two hands passing each other for the hundredth time. As Ada's hand reached the mouth of her sopping vagina it stopped for a second before returning toward Merrill's bulging cervix. Meanwhile, Joelle's hand slid as far as it could into Merrill's contracting rectum, twisted half way around and then started it's trek back to the puckered entrance. Merrill's own left thumb plunged back in, not stopping until its knuckle met the mouth of her fully stretched pee hole. Wiggling her thumb tip she sighed deeply and began to pull the soaked digit back out. 

“God,” thought Merrill “Feel so full, so fucked!” she bounced her knees in time to the beat of her latest climax. 

Merrill now knew that for some journeys only a team, would do, flying solo would just never get you to the right destination!

Joelle and Ada lay curled on their side's one arm of each, speared into the orgasming tutor. They worked constantly on improving their number work and had just hit sixty-nine. Ada washed the head of Joelle's clit with the middle of her long tongue, at the same time its flexible tip ran backwards and forwards around the ample buds base. Joelle' fingers held the fleshy pads of Ada's curtain-like labia wide apart as her smooth white teeth nibbled on the rock hard acorn of Ada's clit. Both girls screamed temporary relief into vibrating vulva folds, rested, then set off again on the climb to still higher peak. They would never forget their able guide and always attend her every class. The gang of three was formed, forever, in the confines of the small clinical units bedroom.

Jenna's eyes flew widely open as soon as the writhing snakes of the soon to be soul sister touched the downy skin inside her stretched thighs. Her taught muscles contracted in mini-orgasms. Above her Tomasina lowered her nipple buds on to Jenna's teats, she gasped as their delicate friction erected her own nipples to new heights. As the bodies molded together Tomasina's long ribbon tongues flicked between them lubricating the kissing slide of skin on skin.

Kate watched closely as Tomasina carried out her instructions to the letter. As the smooth aphrodisiac-coated snakes slipped into Jenna's twin cramping holes, She nodded once to Amanda. Kate moved her eyes to her partner's body. Amanda slipped a hand either side of her growing erection laid the palms flat against the shafts sides and slowly started the alternate motion. The bodies on the bench humped incessantly as the soul sisters reached their first mutual orgasm. Panting heavily Tomasina slid off Jenna's heaving body and slipped to the floor.

As Jenna slowly recovered, her senses returned, and she could now feel the juices cascading on to her face. Opening her eyes she looked directly in to Amanda's familiar pussy. Skillfully, and willingly she took the hanging clitoris deeply into her hot mouth, and began fellating her Mistress to be, with a passionate and true purpose.

Blakey returned to her office a different woman, but some things remained unchanged. She swung her legs under her desk and picked up the first of five blunt pencils, switched on the electric sharpener, and soon - all was in order. Captain Blake picked up her telephone and pressed the ‘LNR’ button once, after the customary message, came ‘beep’ The captain spoke with authority.

“Blake, Captain badge number 349621DC, Ignore previous request for assistance, all issues at Research Laboratory resolved amicably in most a satisfactory way. Have instigated a new team of voluntarily female Officers to monitor situation on an ongoing basis. Issue formal invitation to Lieutenant Sara Johns to visit new team and review approach firsthand. Repeat assistance not required, situation well in hand. Blake out!”

Blakey laughed at her own pun as she replaced the handset with her right hand. Then she pulled her left-hand out of her regulation white panties and generously licked her dripping fingers. She glanced at her clock, stood, and walked out through the swinging door. Well prepared, she marched down the corridor to host the inaugural team meeting.

Greta sat in front of the assembled team in the briefing room, with a vacant chair beside her. She ran a trained eye over the newly uniformed team; the sight almost brought a tear to her eye, and did bring a noticeable lump to her tight trousers. Captain Blake threw back the door and swept purposefully into the room. She sat beside her Sergeant-sister to commandingly address the assembled team.

“No need for formal introductions at this point we all know each other, well - intimately,” she smiled “plenty of time for the formalities during basic training” 

However, police work demands procedures” I will now show you, in detail, the procedures we will use before starting each team meeting. 

Greta's eyes glazed, she looked from the clock to the window and back.

“So this is number one, now can we have a show of hands for this procedure? No, Ada one hand will do!” barked the captain adding “Greta's have you closely watched everything I've done”

“Haven't missed thing” Greta replied. 

The room exploded in laughter, Greta looked from the clock to Blakey, who sat with one hand held above her head and the other thrust down her regulation panties frigging madly. Greta's right hand shot straight up in the air. 

“Carried, unanimously” Blakey gasped. The whole inaugural meeting then came to order!

Chapter Twenty-seven:  Glittering prizes

Jenna felt the solid organ wedged between her supple lips swell, as its tip thrust lustily against the opening of her throat. The eye at the apex of the glans dilated fully as it prepared to cough the contents of Amada's shaft into the aching, accepting larynx. Amanda tensed her hips pistoning her shaft deeply in to Jenna's throat as her shrill orgasmic scream split the morning air. Torrents of Amanda's spunk filled and then overflowed from Jenna's generous mouth. Jenna tore her restraints free as if they were made of tissue paper, her orgasm raged as she rubbed her gasping chin roughly in to the humping mound of straight blonde hair. For the second time in a few hours Jenna's will vanished in to a deep Vagran trance.

Jenna, approached the beautiful planet from the dark void of space, her eyes drank in its splendor and were left thirsty for more. She tumbled from the pink cloud fringed sky and landed feet first, in lush damp grass. In front of her stood a large Arched vulvularly shaped door set in to a wall that looked spun from pure platinum silk. The edges of the door peeled their thick labial folds back to reveal a pulsating glistening red tunnel beyond them. At once the image vanished, to be replaced by a shimmering alien female lounging on a long low bed of undulating velvet hide.

Jenna gazed half lovingly, half awe struck at the captivatingly sensuous being, and then without moving its succulent lips it spoke inside her head. 

“Welcome Jenna I am Vagr-lo keeper of the Female Dom, you have earned the right to my counsel by being the most resistant female of any species I have encountered in a millennium, speak your questions human” 

“WHY?” was all the shocked scientist could manage to ask. 

“To survive, to grow, if we don't infect - we Vagran's die as a race, we will not suffer the fate of the Vagran male” the voice echoed in her skull.

“You have males?” Jenna asked in shock. 

“Had, ten millennia ago they passed from Vagra. A troublesome aggressive breed, always warring, until my tribe the lo developed the Dom” Vagr-lo spoke in a reverential tone.

“The Dom, what are they?” Jenna asked with increasing interest.

“No more than two simple viruses engineered by the male scientists to wipe out the other tribes by turning their DNA against them!” 

“How can you use DNA as a weapon its when it is just a molecule?” Jenna asked in confusion. 

“The Male Dom virus would stop all DNA replacement, speeding aging and sterilizing the tribes males - in a generation all other Vagran male tribes would be gone, the lo would dominate” Vagr-lo continued, “the Female Dom virus would change all Vagran females, the ki, phi and clo, into lo females - breeding stock for the male lo” Vagr-lo added with disgust.

“So they used the Dom's but the effects were not as predicted!” Jenna guessed.

“No, none were foolish enough try,” replied the alien “Vagran's are an intelligent race, some times - too much so. It was declared that all stocks of both Dom strains would be sealed in the depths of the planet and details of their viral construction and geographic position destroyed. All was safe and strife free for millennia, until a rogue comet struck the planet and split the containment crust. Non-knew the deserted plain had any importance. Until the plagues struck, then there was little time to produce inoculants and no information on the viral structures. The potency of the strains had increased a thousand fold over the viruses long incarceration the released Dom killed all Vagra males within months.” 

Vagr-lo continued, “within a year of the release all Vagran females other than the lo, also died. Now the female lo too faced extinction as we could not reproduce, but we knew could make our DNA parasitic; and look for other worlds and other species as hosts to resurrect the Vagran race. We slavishly worked until only a hundred lo remained, then many decided to mutate and start the host-search without fully testing the modified DNA rather than face extinction. The DNA they used, I Vagr-lo Vagran scientist prepared, I am the architect of my races dishonor! What you have seen on your world is the result of our advanced science, perverted by our desperation to survive. I am the last surviving unmutated lo, the rest are the scourge of the universe - sexual predators”

“So Jenna now you know the origin of your misguided discovery you must return to the earth, but first will I reward, and punish you in equal measure” Vagr-lo stood.

“To reward your will in fighting our perverted DNA, and I re-craft you as Jen-lo granting in you all lo powers - you will be the only alien life-form in the galaxy to wield these” Vagr-lo more spoke coldly.

“I must however punish you for your scientific evil; no being should attempt to alter the fabric of life for mere pleasure, or indeed even survival. Jen-lo your knowing scientific mind will be caged in that of Vagran slave, able to see and feel all - but unable to communicate your insight and knowledge with any. You will know of my pain trapped here, as I am, the last pure Vagran; the sole witness to the corruption of my noble kind! Your screaming intellect will watch your race die while you are trapped within your unending female desire!” Vagr-lo brought her slim hands together the counsel was complete.

Jenna howled in her alien agony, as the pain of mutation that shattered her existence immediately followed the statement. In a single orgasm so intense that the pain of the pleasure sent her conscious mind fleeing to its safety of its cage, just as Taylor would have run in for a favorite bowl of fruit. The cage door locked as the uplink ended.

Kate and Amanda stood close to the bench gazing down at the changes that had flashed across Jenna's body. The hours that Jenna had spent on Vagra counseling with Vagr-lo passed for them as mere seconds on the clock. On the bench lay a pale skinned being, on which elegant purple markings swirled tattoo-like around its limbs and bald scalp generating a calm hypnotic aurora. Her boyish breasts we tipped with wide pink hued areola and slender pointed nipples. Above the valley of her bare pudenda stood a proud vertically split clitoris. The upper bud formed a of full six inches of purple pulsing veined glans and the lower four inches long and three in girth was a smooth domed ended probe. 

At that instant Jen-lo's eyes flickered open and the pale violet almonds surveyed the scene. Jen-lo saw two prostrated forms, foreheads touching the floor where their palms lay flattened. There was a familiar standing form; Jen-lo swung her head in its direction. The known but unknown form emitted a noise. 

“Jen, its me Amanda, your mistress” All three minds heard the same question at once, the voice dripped with need for an answer.

“I am Jen-lo, what is your desire” 

Kate rose to her feet, “Jen-lo I desire your knowledge of Vagra” 

“There is no knowledge or I would tell” Echoed in all three minds. 

“Jen-lo I desire you as my slave” spoke a quaking Amanda.

“I am forever to you bound, what is your desire, I only need to know” Only Amanda's mind heard the reply and she smiled broadly.

“Did she speak to you, what did she reply” Kate asked.

“Exactly what I wanted” replied Amanda. Kate's voice crackled with annoyance.

“Reply to me slave I command you” 

Amanda grinned. “What did she say to you, I want to know?” snapped Kate.

“That she serves only one mistress, and she is forever bound to one mind,” replied Amanda in triumph.

 “But she is pure-breed lo, do you have any idea of the power she has?” asked Kate

“No, but I expect I'll have fun finding out” replied Amanda 

In another dimension a different mind answered the questions in a calm human voice.

“No, Mandy you are my lover not my mistress.” 

“Yes I know all about Vagra, what do you want to know?” 

“I will never be your slave, but I'll willingly be you partner.” 

“Nobody talks to Jenna Marsh like that and gets a reply!” 

“Speak back, why don't you reply - CAN'T ANY OF YOU HEAR ME?”

Jenna reached out a hand to Mandy, nothing happened, she couldn't feel her body; she was paralyzed, but watched her body doing things she hadn't asked. If Jenna had a mouth it would have screamed, and had she eyes they surely would have cried.

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 morning had stirred. Walking back she noticed Steve still hanging around the entrance, as she got closer she realized he 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 too 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 than 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 aloud 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’s 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” continuing to watch 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 chose 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 instead of the anticipated cry. 

“For precisely what?” Growled the Captain. 

“To rescue my sister from a state 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 back pressed onto 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.

“It’s 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 of Kate’s pants 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.

Chapter Thirty-one: The end of the beginning 

Kate, Amanda and their various consorts sat in the Communications center watching the myriad of flickering screens intensely. News bulletins from across the globe were monitored on a constant 24/7 basis. Amanda was the first to pick up on the featured report it was local cable news. All monitors switched to a single image, a traditionally positioned black newscaster introduced the item.

“And so now to the weird and wacky world of sex, viewers are warned in advance that the subjects of the next three reports may offend!”

The view changed to a crowded conference hall, a voice over began.

“Today at the Women’s Guild annual conference delegates in the front three rows got an unexpected and unwelcome bonus from the Vice President of the Guild, one Christina Appleby. During her presentation on ‘The way ahead for the Guild’ Ms Appleby lost it big time, in an outrageous gesture of contempt she rushed to the front of the stage and urinated liberally on her surprised delegates. As policewomen led the disgraced woman away she shouted loudly her defiance ‘You will find I have shown you the path!’ Ms Appleby was then taken to the local police station for investigation by Drexel psychiatrists. This is Lucy Flynn; now thankfully dry, handing you back to Lawrence in the studio”

Lawrence cleared his throat, his soft lips continued in a more falsetto pitch. 

“A traditional Asian wedding ended in chaotic screens today; over to Laura live with family members”

The screen filled with a comfortable sofa in front of dense flock wallpaper. On it were sat two women dressed in Sari’s, the elder with her hand supportively around the younger ones shoulder.

“So what do you think possessed you daughter Mrs. Patel” Laura asked gently.

“My Nita is a good respectful girl, she knows her place” Sugra Patel replied.

“Except for today, on her most important of days” Laura probed; the camera went into a close up of Mrs. Patel’s head and shoulders.

“Nothing like this has happened in my family before, it must have been those girls” Sugra replied curtly, as her shoulders shrugged with passion.

“The four bridesmaids Nita was found with, but weren’t they a little young, one of them was barely a teenager?” Laura asked incredulously.

“Am I to blame for other peoples offspring” Sugra’s face was full of confused emotion.

“So Nita was blameless in all this, what about…” 

Laura’s question tailed off. In the background someone shouted, “Cut, now!”

It was a little too late; the camera panned out to show Nita’s arm, the hand invisible under the voluminous layers of Sugra’s Sari. 

Momentarily the screen was black, then Lawrence’s softer face came into view, full of surprise at his sudden appearance; his left hand slid quickly down from his shirtfront to the pile of neat papers on his desk. 

“Immediately across to our other reporter live from St. Mungo’s School Marie Devlin!”

Marie’s world weary face initially filled the screen, concern was written across the hacks features, in a well-practiced manner. The camera angle pulled back to show a playground; standing beside the reporter stood a stocky but attractive black woman in a sheer designer dress.

“Now Albertine where did the assault on your daughter take place?” Marie asked in mock concern.

“In the changing room following the swimming session, but it wasn’t just my Nadine, six other girls too, and two days later I’m the only parent calm enough to talk with you!” a furious Albertine spat out.

“So you blame the teacher Ms. Jennings, who claims the girls attacked her?” Marie commented.

“How are seven girls going to hold down a fit woman like that? My Nadine just like the rest of the girls is in shock, Nadine, she just lays in bed all day looking at the ceiling!” Albertine raged at the hapless reporter.

“So this has deeply traumatized you daughter?” a contrite Marie asked gently.

“She has started bed wetting again after all these years, it upset her so much I took her in with me, then she wet my bed. That’s how bad it is!” Albertine replied her dark brown eyes tipping tears on to her cheeks.

“This has clearly affected her badly, how does Nadine say the attack began?” asked Marie in her mock empathy.

“Like this!” Albertine grabbed the reporter’s blouse, ripping the front apart, Marie’s small boobs made a live TV debut as they were roughly kneaded. The screen blackened for a full confused thirty seconds. 

Lawrence reappeared; looking slightly disheveled, one hand ploughed through his thick hair in a fast attempt to neaten it. The other unconsciously played with a stiff peak under his shirt. For the first time in years he was thrown. 

“Well I’m sure we can all sympathize with that, my teenage daughter start re-wetting the bed only this weekend.” 

His eyes widened on hearing his own rushed family confession. 

“Now to other news, a National Poll of viewers has shown the majority believe too much bad news is reported…”

Kate took her eyes from the screen relaxed back into the chair and smiled broadly. 

“Rubbish, she thought, what bad news?” Jen-lo’s hands crept from behind the chair to caress her tits.

“Ladies, she announced, thanks to the diligent work of our absent colleague - the colonization of planet Earth is begun!” 

In another dimension a different mind screamed silently from a non-existent mouth “No, no…”

The End? 

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Foot Notes © Yotna El’toub November 2003
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