Infiltration

Wyatt stepped through the entry and punched the numbers into the doorlock that he had read in the sentry's minds, and was through in a flash.

A Chinese woman in glasses and a white lab coat came out of a side door carrying a clipboard. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said almost bumping into him. "Hey, you're..." she started but Wyatt reached up and whipped her cap from her head.

"Wyatt, thats right." he said, beginning to recognise her, "and you're Dr Rufang, aren't you?". In his mind pictures of her face floated, administering **** to him on behalf of the leader of the institution, Dr Aziz. Suddenly, he felt he would wait a few minutes until he saw the head of the insititution. This one had to be dealt with. She turned and let herself be pushed back into the little office she had emerged from, her eyes glazing over.

Wyatt stood behind her and reached around to undo her lab coat while she leaned over the keyboard and began to type. Once the alerts were cancelled, and Wyatt was convinced that no-one else was going to hunt him down with tranquelizer darts, he turned her to face him. As an automaton, she stripped out of her shirt and pants and stood before him at attention. Wyatt focussed and her awareness returned, but not her control of her own motion. Only her eyes showed her consciousness, widening in horror as she watched herself reach into her own bra and pull her tits out, then drop to her knees in front of him. She stared furiously, unable to speak as she undid his pants and let them fall in front of him, then pulled is boxers down too. She could feel her lips parting, unable to stop them as she closed on his erect cock, and experienced the taste of it, feeling it push its way, unhindered deep into her mouth.

Dr Rufang slipped her hands up the back of his thighs to hold onto his buttocks as she pushed her face against his crotch, his cock pushing far beyond where she would have gagged ordinarily. How was she not vomiting she wondered, but that reflex too was also under his control. She cold not even control her own tongue, which flicked out to lap at his dick head when she surfaced, before pushing herself onto him over and over again, the cock filling her mouth and throat beyond that which she thought would have been possible.

As she sucked his dick, Dr Rufang saw her cap on the table where he had put it just behind him. She could almost reach it, she thought. If she could just get that back on her head, she could do something about this monstrous violation. She willed her arm to release his buttock and reach for it, but she may as well have tried to reach for the moon. She had absolutely no control over it.

These thoughts though seemed to please him, and he took to fucking her mouth faster and faster. Rufang, despite herself, hungrily bobbed down, sucking with all the power she could muster until she was eventually rewarded with a mouthful of hot sticky cum. The taste of it, oh hell, she realised a few moments later. He's going to make me swallow it. And with that it was gone.

Suddenly, like a massive post-coital wave, Dr Rufang felt tired and slumped on the floor asleep.

Wyatt, happy at how that encounter went, scanned her sleeping mind and learned the layout of the complex and where Dr Aziz would be now.