Late Wednesday Morning
Jim looked away from Beth, his eyes straying back to the large monitors in front of them. He wouldn't have been able to see her face if it wasn't for their glow. On one screen, labeled 143, several people in lab coats sat at their computers, watching various gauges and other things that weren't quite visible through the CCTV cameras. Another screen showed the Audio room, where a young woman with platinum blonde hair had just been freed from her restraints. A label reading 147 was in the corner of the final screen, showing an empty examination room with clothes neatly folded on the exam table.
Jim answered the question asked by the man behind them.
"This is phase one. We call it the auditory phase."
When he didn't hear a comment, he continued.
"The host's mind is incredibly malleable at this stage. The music's job is two-fold here. Create that opening and begin the necessary steps to prepare for phase two. The visual component holds open that gateway until these steps are complete."
On the Audio Room screen, the girl had just finished pulling her gown over her head and threw it in the corner. She rested back into the chair and spread her legs apart. The man behind Jim asked him to continue.
"Phase two," he said as the girl on the monitor began to masturbate, "is the implantation phase. It begins as soon as phase one is complete. In our trials, we've gotten phase one down to around three minutes."
Still no comment from the man.
"This is the most critical phase in the process. The routine needs to be written to their brain, not unlike saving a file to a computer. Far more complex, of course. On top of requiring..."
Jim paused, thinking of how to vastly oversimplify the concepts of the process they had developed.
"...unique and potent DNA." This wasn't correct in the exact sense, but close enough.
"Which is obviously an important detail for a number of reasons, as you know well. This can be used as a blueprint, an instruction manual of sorts, to write to the brain of the host. Allowing disconnection from the actual audible music."
The man behind them asked him to continue as the girl on the monitor fingered herself uncontrollably in the chair, metal arms spinning above her.
"Phase three is the maturation phase. The mind of the host is still open, to a degree, during maturation. Mostly for debugging purposes, though our efforts to close this early have been unsuccessful. Should be irrelevant though."
Jim realized he never explained the purpose of the phase and diverted away from his tangent.
"This is when more DNA is collected to allow for phase four. In our trials, this is typically four payloads. Theoretically, it could be 3-5 depending on the size."
On the screen, the girl woke from her trance, seemingly thrust back into her own body. Jim turned to Beth.
"You're up. Go."
She nodded, grabbing a large pair of earmuffs off of the desk in front of her. She stood up and walked out of the room. The light that poured in from the hallway was blinding. Jim closed his eyes to keep them adjusted to the dark. The man behind him did not take Beth's seat. He asked about phase four.
"Well... phase four is the final phase."
Beth came into the room on the screen, placing earbuds into the girl's ears before leading her out into the hallway.
"It's the purpose of this whole thing. Repeated ad nauseam from then on afterwards. In many ways it's similar to maturation. Similar behaviors, similar requirements for continuing. Without the diagnostics."
The man asked the name of the phase as the two of them watched Beth close the door in the camera. The girl paced back and forth in the room, naked.
"Phase four is replication. If this final test goes well, we have the green light."
Beth walked into the dark room, failing to catch a glimpse at the man's face before she was once again plunged into darkness. She made her way back to her chair, taking her place next to Jim before setting her earmuffs back on the desk.
"Everything went smoothly?" he asked her.
"Yes. No issues. She's waiting for you."
"Good work, Beth."
Jim stood up and looked in the direction of the man. She was unable to make out any of his facial features.
"You're welcome to stay and observe if you'd like. Enough people have watched this part that I have no shame when it comes to implanting."
Beth shifted in her seat. The man took him up on his offer.
As Jim walked out of the room, Beth felt her face redden. She stared at the monitors, watching as he entered the examination room. Jim took off his belt and Beth grabbed the computer mouse, changing their view to a more favorable one. They watched him unbutton his pants and undo the zipper.
Finally, after some back and forth, the girl kneeled in front of Jim and pulled out his cock, taking it into her mouth immediately. Beth slid down to a more comfortable position in her chair and pulled the sides of her lab coat apart. She turned her head sideways, eyes looking behind herself into the dark.
"Do you mind if I--"
He cut her off, urging her to continue. She did just that, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Jim grabbed the girl's head as she sucked on him while Beth dipped a hand under her jeans, lightly teasing her pussy lips. The man behind her in the pitch-black room stayed silent as she touched herself.
She loved this part of the job. Watching Jim take the hosts. He'd done it so many times that it was just work for him at this point. It turned her on even more, knowing that he was cumming inside them all as casually as he drank his morning coffee.
Annalise stood up, turned towards the examination table, and bent over it. The camera they were watching from gave them a decent view of her face. Beth began to rub her clit and the man behind her rolled his own chair up to the back of her's. She could feel his breath on her neck.
It was almost time. She was about to say it. Beth mouthed it silently along with her.
I want you to fuck me.
Beth bucked her hips out of the chair in pleasurable anticipation of his response.
Good girl.
She moaned quietly. Jim began to fuck the girl. The man behind her reached his arms around her body, grabbing her tits over her shirt. This had never happened before, someone aiding in her pleasure as she got off to Jim implanting the hosts. It felt like a reward for a job well done. Beth slipped a finger into herself under her jeans.
Jim fucked the girl faster, eager to deposit his load into her. Beth quickly hit the unmute button in the camera window. The relative silence of the room was invaded by vaguely tinny-sounding slaps that came out of the cheap speakers next to the monitors. Both Jim and Annalise were panting.
"What do you want? Say it."
Jim's voice came across poorly from the CCTV camera microphone through the little speakers.
"I want you to cum."
The girl was desperate.
"Say it."
One of the man's hands grabbed her throat, squeezing its sides as she toyed with herself. Her eyelids drooped half-closed and her mouth hung agape as the girl on the screen begged for Jim's cum.
"Please... I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me up!"
Jim made his final thrust into her. As he implanted the song into Annalise's brain, Beth came on her finger. She was unrestricted by the limitations that Annalise would have for the rest of her life, but if the mystery man choking her pulled out his cock then and there, she would have sucked him dry. She didn't have the excuse Annalise had. Beth was just a garden-variety slut with an insatiable fetish for degradation. Undoubtedly part of the reason she was here. It didn't matter to her. She got off more at work than in her own personal life. She liked it that way.
The man behind her let go, sliding away from her chair as they watched Jim leave the room.
"Thanks... You wanna get a coffee sometime or something?"
The man declined, instead telling her to pull herself together before Jim came back into the room.
He was right. Her job wasn't done yet.
Thursday Morning
Ana walked through the revolving doors at ProdinaMed a changed woman. She took off her sunglasses and hung them in the v-neck of her sleeveless white blouse. She waited in the security line, early enough that there was no risk of being late.
