A Question of Trust

I woke up with my cheek pressed against the keyboard of Dr Green's lab computer.

The sun was setting behind the small windows, casting its last rays on my face.

Lauren was examining something under a microscope on the other side of the room.

I rubbed my eyes and moved closer.

"Finally awake, young man?" she asked, not turning around. "You've been asleep for hours."

I yawned and scratched my head, focusing on what she was working on.

"I didn't get much sleep last night," I explained.

"Too busy enjoying your mind-controlled sister?" she asked sarcastically.

I blushed and sighed. This host was definitely annoyingly judgmental. But maybe I deserved it? I wondered.

"Could you tone the sarcasm down?" I asked. "Dr Lauren could definitely loosen up."

She turned toward me and gave a wry smile.

"I'm afraid you won't get that satisfaction," she said.

"What? Why?"

"See for yourself."

She moved aside and revealed what she had been examining. Sam was resting on a little glass plate under a magnifying lens. The creature was totally inert and no longer glowing.

I froze in terror. Had she really managed to get free of the slug's control? Did she kill it?

What was she planning to do now? Was she going to denounce me to the authorities?

She must have sensed my fear because she walked over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry," she said. "Your little friend is fine, just tired. It could not stay inside me any longer and made an exit."

"And you're fine with everything that happened?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, I am more than fine with it, young man," she exclaimed. "I am thrilled! This is an extraordinary discovery!"

I remained silent, still unsure of her intentions.

"Of course there is no doubt I would be acting very differently had I not been reprogrammed by this unknown species to protect it and serve its interests..." she explained with a smirk.

I stared at her, my mouth agape.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed. "So you are still under Sam's control now that it has left your brain but you are aware of it?"

"It's much more convenient that way, don't you think? How am I supposed to study Sam without being aware of its real capabilities? I was smart enough, or rather Sam was, through me to ensure I'd comply without making a fuss. My scientific curiosity only had to be amplified, and my moral and personal reservations had to be squished."

"And that's what happened?"

"Indeed, " she confirmed. You have nothing to worry about from me. I won't hurt Sam, and I won't stop it from serving you anyway it sees fit since it seems that is what it wants."

I didn't know what to think. Was it a trap? Gain my trust and stab me in the back?

"How can I know if I can trust you?" I asked, crossing my arms.

She smiled and strolled toward me until her hands were flat on my chest.

"Sam and I thought you'd need some proof of my... loyalty," she said. "And since you seem to be highly motivated by sexual favors, there was only one logical conclusion."

With that, she leaned forward and kissed me.

I froze in shock.

She broke the kiss and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.

I looked at her, dumbfounded.

I was so stunned I couldn't even answer.

I mean, yes, I found her attractive. But she was older than any woman I had ever fantasized about.

My eyes wandered down to her body. She was older, indeed, but she certainly wasn't old. She was what many would consider a MILF, with quite a curvy figure. I had to admit, her more mature appearance was certainly appealing.

"Yes," I finally answered, gulping.

"Good," she said, smiling. "It makes it easier for me to prove myself to you."

She pressed herself against me, and our lips met again.

I felt her tongue probing mine, and I let it invade my mouth.

Her hand grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up. Her fingers caressed my bare skin, and I gasped as her touch sent shivers down my spine.

She unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down.

I was trembling and breathing heavily as she knelt on her knees and freed my cock. She took it between her soft and warm hands and began stroking it.

I closed my eyes and groaned.

Finally, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it in.

"This is nuts!" I whispered.

She grabbed my hips and let my dick slide further down her throat, gagging a little in the process.

She kept sucking for a while, pulling my balls with one hand and massaging my shaft with the other.

I could feel my orgasm building as my legs started trembling.

Before I could even warn her, I exploded inside her mouth.

She swallowed every drop and licked my sensitive tip before letting me rest.

She stood up and grabbed a box of tissues to wipe her face.

"I hope this was satisfactory," she said, panting. "I don't have a lot of experience with oral sex."

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath as well.

I pulled my boxer and pants up and sat on a chair, trying to collect my thoughts.

As I was doing so, she simply walked back in front of the microscope and resumed her work.

I remained silent and watched her, wondering what was happening inside her mind.

"How does it feel?" I asked her after a while. "Knowing that you have been brainwashed but still following your... programming."

She rotated her chair and stared at me.

"This is an absurd question," she replied. "A programming is meant to be followed by definition. As to how I feel, it is also directly related to said programming."

"That's not what I meant."

She sighed.

"I am aware that my behavior is the direct result of an unknown specimen entering my brain and altering my neural pathways," she explained. "However, I now find myself only interested in serving the interests of this very creature. Knowing that my old self would have acted differently is irrelevant. This is no longer who I am, and it seems this fact is not triggering any negative emotional response."

I shook my head.

"I can't believe you are okay with all of this," I said.

"But I am," she said matter-of-factly. "And to be honest, at this point, I am not interested in dealing with your moral or ethical concerns. I will do whatever is necessary in order to serve the wishes of Sam, period."

"But Sam is incapable of thinking without being in a brain," I said. "Aren't you interpreting its wishes when it doesn't have any by itself?"

She pondered for a moment.

"This is an interesting thought," she said. "But I think your interpretation of how Sam behaves is erroneous. It seems it wants to serve you. This certainly wasn't a desire coming from me... or your sister. Therefore, it has wishes without needing a brain."

"I guess so, but..." I paused.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, please. I've already wasted too much time on the subject," she interrupted.

I was about to reply to something, but she turned around and continued working.

"What now?" I asked her.

"Now I need to figure out as much as I can about what Sam is and what it implies, " she explained. "It won't be able to serve you if it dies because you did not know how to care for it or if you both ignore the extent of its abilities."

"So I should leave it with you? In your lab?"

"For a while, yes," she replied.

I rubbed my forehead, unsure of what to do.

Lauren looked up at me.

"I would understand it if you are still mistrustful of me," she said. "Anything I can do to reassure you, I will do, as long as it does not threaten the work I have to accomplish."

"Like sucking my cock?" I asked with a sigh.

She moved her hands toward her chest. She opened her lab coat, one button at a time, slowly, eventually revealing a plain dark bra covering her large breasts.

"I can do a lot more, if it could ease your worries," she said.

I bit my lip and exhaled.

"Alright!" I exclaimed. "Keep Sam for now and find out what you can. But you better keep me updated on your progress, daily. I don't want anything happening to my little friend. And if I decide that I want it back, I don't want you stopping me."

She nodded and sat down again, putting her clothes back in place.

I got up and walked over to her.

"Give me your phone," I commanded.

She handed it to me and I opened up her contacts, adding my number to her list and sending myself a text to get her own number.

"As soon as I know enough to be sure you can take care of Sam by yourself, I will release it to you anyway," she said. "Then you and Sam will decide if you require more from me."

"Fair enough," I said. "I'm gonna go get some sleep."

With that, I walked back to my car in the now mostly empty parking lot and drove back to my house, leaving Sam in the hands of Dr. Lauren Green.