Chapter 2: The Hypnotic Hacker -- Lisa
Amidst the routine drone of machinery and the clatter of boots on the hard floor, there was a subtle undercurrent of tension. The usual banter and camaraderie that filled the halls were tinged with a noticeable strain, a byproduct of their recent loss.
In the tech lab, Lisa was hunched over her workstation, her eyes glued to the screen as lines of complex algorithms and encrypted files flickered past. Her fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard, the steady rhythm of her typing echoing through the otherwise quiet room.
"Any luck tracking Dagger?" Becca's voice cut through the silence, causing Lisa to glance up from her work.
"Just bits and pieces," Lisa responded, her gaze quickly returning to her screen. "She's good at covering her tracks."
"Better than Michelle at keeping her hands off Rex, anyway," Amber quipped from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe. A forced laugh echoed around the room, but it quickly faded. The memory of their fallen comrade was still too fresh, the wound too raw.
Becca glanced at her wristwatch and sighed. "We have that training session to attend. Let's get going."
Amber nodded, her expression somber. "Yeah, we should head out. I just want to quickly visit my room and check on Ranger. I'll catch up with you soon, Becca."
Becca understood and nodded in return. "Take your time, Amber. See you at the training."
"Take care, both of you," Lisa replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
Becca and Amber exchanged a brief nod before leaving the tech lab. As the door closed behind them, the room sank into silence once again.
In the adjacent room, Tess was helping Ashley with a simple wiring task. Ashley's fingers, usually so nimble and precise, fumbled over the small components. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, a small line of frustration creasing her forehead.
"Here, let me," Tess offered gently, her fingers deftly taking over the task. Ashley sighed in relief, her shoulders slumping as she moved aside to let Tess work.
"Thanks, Tess," Ashley mumbled, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I don't know why I'm so... clumsy today."
"Don't worry about it, Ash," Tess responded warmly. "We all have off days."
As Lisa focused intently on her work, a knock suddenly echoed through the tech lab. She looked up to find Dennis, the base's technician, standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Dennis," Lisa greeted with a tired smile. "Come to explain that update you made to our comms?"
Dennis grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's the plan," he replied, striding over to join her at the workstation.
As they chatted, Dennis discreetly added a clear liquid from a small vial into Lisa's coffee. The milk masked the addition, and Lisa remained blissfully unaware as she sipped her coffee and listened to Dennis's explanation about the recent tech updates.
Meanwhile, the usually tranquil corridors of the base echoed with the frantic calls of Amber. The scout's voice resonated through the sterile passageways as she called out for her Doberman, Ranger. His sudden disappearance had set her on edge, and her desperation was palpable in the strained pitch of her voice. "Ranger!" she cried out again, her voice bouncing off the walls, only to be met with unsettling silence.
Lisa sat engrossed in her chair, her gaze fixed intently on the luminescent stream of code flowing across her screens. It was mesmerizing, a digital language that whispered to her, brushing tantalizingly against the edges of her understanding. She had been caught in this hypnotic dance for hours now, the passing time unnoticed as she tried to unravel the complex web of information.
Yet as she delved deeper into the data, an unfamiliar sensation began to stir within her. It was an insistent craving, a need that bubbled up from her subconscious, its nebulous form elusive and undefined. She found herself absently licking her lips, her thoughts momentarily distracted from the screens. The craving was strange, not tied to hunger or thirst, but something else. Something she couldn't quite place.
"I need a break," she muttered to herself, standing up from her chair and stretching her cramped muscles. Making her way towards the break room, she filled a cup with hot coffee from the machine, its rich aroma wafting through the air. As she took a sip, she frowned slightly, the usually comforting taste somehow lacking.
Back in the break room, Lisa sat quietly, staring at her half-finished cup of coffee. She couldn't shake the odd craving that had taken hold of her. It was a flavor she was missing, a certain...tanginess that her coffee lacked. It was then that she decided to seek medical advice.
"Maybe Dr. Simmons could help," she thought, standing up from her chair and making her way towards the medical wing of the base.
The visit to Dr. Simmons, however, proved to be fruitless. He conducted a quick check-up and concluded that she was perfectly fine, attributing her symptoms to stress.
"I'd recommend you rest, Lisa," he said, his voice kind but firm. "And stay hydrated."
Lisa nodded at Dr. Simmons' advice, her mind already elsewhere. As she stood up to leave, a realization washed over her. An image, an essence of a taste that lingered in her memory, now crystallized in her mind. She knew what she was craving. Her heart pounded in her chest, an unexpected rush of excitement coursing through her veins. It was crazy, she thought, but the pull was irresistible.
She hesitated at the door, her hand still on the knob. After a moment, she turned back to face the doctor, her grey eyes sparkling with a mysterious light. "Dr. Simmons," she began, her voice softer, more enticing than before. "There is something else I need your help with. It's...personal."
The doctor looked up at her, surprise flickering in his eyes. Lisa moved closer, her petite figure swaying gently. She unbuttoned her top, revealing her perky breasts, barely concealed by the lace of her bra. The sight seemed to stun the doctor into silence.
"This," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "is my way of saying thank you for your help today." Lisa moved gracefully, sinking to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with intent, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants.
The doctor's hesitation was evident, but the sight of Lisa on her knees, her breasts peeking out from her unbuttoned top, was too compelling. Lisa reached into his pants, pulling out his erect member. A sigh of appreciation escaped her lips at the sight of his size. "You're so big, doctor," she cooed, her fingers tracing along his length.
Her mouth watered in anticipation, and she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the precum that had gathered at the tip. The taste sent a shiver down her spine, her craving flaring in response. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she began to suck. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a thrill through the doctor.
As she sucked, her own arousal began to spike. Her panties were damp, her cunt aching for attention. But this wasn't about her pleasure; it was about satisfying her craving. She worked him with dedication, her mouth and tongue bringing him to the brink of release.
"Dr. Simmons," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."
The doctor groaned, his resistance crumbling at Lisa's dirty words. And as he climaxed, his hot cum filling her mouth, Lisa reveled in the taste, her craving momentarily sated. Still on her knees and tasting the remnants of the doctor's cum on her lips, looked up at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Dr. Simmons," she murmured, standing up and adjusting her top. "You've been a great help."
As she left the room, Dr. Simmons sat back in his chair, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly reached for his hidden communication device. He carefully tapped a sequence, a signal to initiate a secure line. A familiar, cold voice greeted him. "Report, PissPig."
