Interrogation, After a Fashion

With how strong the thighs currently pressing the sides of his head are, it'd be easy to snap the poor scientist's neck and claim that he took a bad fall while trying to attack you; it's not like there's a lack of obstacles in the room that he might conceivably have hit his head on on the way down, after all. On the other hand, his muffled attempts to call for help - or possibly just cuss you out - feel delicious against your host's plump, prominent cameltoe. Seriously, how does she even get anything done with a body like this? You'd almost be worried about Ela wresting control back, given the way your borrowed body's hips are rolling, if it weren't for the fact that you can feel the cage of pleasure her conscious mind is locked in getting even stronger. No, this is clearly long-practiced muscle memory at work.

You keep rocking back and forth on his face, smothering him with your crotch, ass and thighs to keep him quiet and make his struggles even more **** as as his hands grab weakly at the floor, searching for a knife that's already been knocked out of his reach. The waves of pleasure rolling up through your body grow more and more intense, making the barrier between your consciousness and Ela's waver momentarily - and when you 'wake up', your lips are wrapped around his shaft while you bob your head in his lap. You feel your consciousness settle a little more comfortably in Ela's body, your stolen muscles responding a little more readily to your direction, your stolen senses a little closer to the level of sharpness that their original owner would enjoy - and your stolen pussy alight with pleasure as a rush of warm, sticky cum floods your mouth.

Moaning around your toy's cock, you filter through the sudden rush of information you receive; this 'Doctor Herald' isn't from the team involved in studying you, but he is involved in researching some very dangerous - and even more illegal - chemical weapons based on the cryogenic chemicals the scientists here used to keep you contained. It takes you a minute to realise what must have happened; while you struggled to put Ela's mind back in its box, both your body and hers were left with confused, garbled instructions from both of you at once - she must have started sucking his cock in a lust-drunk haze, and you must have tried to invade his body while running on instinct. The part of you that **** itself down his cock may not have integrated itself properly before you managed to make him jizz it back out again, but it clearly got far enough to sample his surface thoughts; the shock of running into Ela, the fear that he'd been found out - and with both of those, the thoughts of what he thought he'd been caught doing.

You finish swallowing his cum with Ela's practiced ease, before doing his pants back up and standing up. He's out cold - smothered into unconsciousness, but still breathing easily - but alive, which makes things much easier. "Dokkaebi," you ask over comms, grateful that they're not an 'always on' type, "you there?" There's a moment of silence, before the Korean intel specialist's voice comes back to you. "Affirmative," she replies, "I take it you've fixed whatever was stopping you from hearing my calls for the last couple of minutes?" That short a time? Makes sense, given that he didn't suffocate under your current body's dumptruck ass; either this guy's a quickshot or Ela's a damn fine cocksucker. "Sorry, the civvie tried to get the drop on me with a knife," you try to sound sheepish at having taken so long to subdue him, "I've got him **** here and I'm connecting my tablet to his computer now, they're working on some pretty nasty stuff here."

"You're telling me," she mutters after a few moments with access to his files. You reach into Ela's pocket and pull out a pair of zip-ties, carefully binding his wrists and ankles to prevent his escape when he wakes up. "One more thing," you add as you pull a filter mask from your belt and fit it over the bottom half of your host's face, just to be safe if he wakes up and tries to rat you out, "he was really out of it the entire time, like he was hallucinating. Not sure if he was taking something or if there's contamination from one of the other projects as well as the escapee, but better safe than sorry." And it's not like I need to use your mouth or nose, you think but pointedly don't add, especially if your mask's giving you a false sense of security. You roll Ela's shoulders, feeling the way the mind you're keeping locked down seems less distinct somehow, like she's - you lick your lips at the phantom taste of Doctor Herald's sperm - being integrated more completely than normal.

"Alright," Dokkaebi announces over the comms, her voice now slightly altered by the mask she's no doubt wearing, "this login you grabbed for me is giving me better access to the security systems and it looks like there's more staff than we thought still in the building - about a dozen. Some are holed up in areas without camera access, but I can still track them using their biometric IDs on the complex's live security map." The thought of more thick, rich loads of cum potential hosts makes you shiver in delight, Ela's pussy already aching with pleasure as your thoughts influence her body. "Just point me in the right direction, Dokkaebi," you tell her, "there's no telling what'll happen if this thing finds them first." It's not even a lie - you're certainly not going to tell her what you'll do when you find them...