"What's happening to me? How did you do that?" Alice asked.
"Time for explanations later Alice. Control, dot, control" Lorraine pronounced the last three words precisely.
Alice stiffened, and all concern vanished from her face.
"Control established, orders?" Alice chimed mechanically.
"Follow me, no speaking" Lorraine spoke slowly.
The women stood in perfect synchronisation, and Alice meekly followed Lorraine out of the hut. Together they walked for a few minutes before Lorraine disappeared into the largest grey building. Alice followed her through the maze of corridors, stopping at last in a well-equipped lab.
"This will be home for a while, you don't mind - do you?" asked Lorraine.
"No, I don't mind" came the soft reply.
"Good, now I need you to undress Alice, everything, you can put your clothes on my desk" requested Lorraine.
Alice started to strip, none of her normal embarrassment surfaced; she calmly undressed. Lorraine observed dispassionately at first, but with increasing interest as more of Alice's body came into view. It was clear to Lorraine that Alice worked out; she was fully fit, in both senses of the word! Alice finished folding her damp pants and placed them on top of the neat pile on Lorraine's desk. She then stood awaiting further instruction.
"Spread your legs Alice, let me inspect" Lorraine's voice trembled.
Alice simply obeyed; she was blissfully unaware of her affect on the onlooker. Lorraine stood in front of Alice and extended her hand, for the first time ever her fingers explored the velvet pouch of another woman's sex. They slid easily between the soft lips, and smoothed liquid desire, from the well of Alice's being upwards to the tight bud. Alice convulsed, and as if in sympathy Lorraine shuddered, her desire almost overwhelming her professionalism. Lorraine used every ounce of her will power to pull back from the brink of uncharted territory. Her wet hand fell away from Alice's climaxing body. Lorraine spoke from between barely open lips.
"Get into the pod Alice," Lorraine pointed to an oval recess in the far wall, "NOW!"
Lorraine watched the hypnotic sway of Alice's hips as the woman made her way to the pod. She almost gave into the desire to stop Alice mid task, and give her a more intimate goal, almost but not quite. As the pod hatch shut, Lorraine regained some of her composure. If that was the affect Alice could have already, she was going to be highly effective when fully programmed as a field operative. Lorraine whistled to herself.
"Mata Hari, eat your heart out!"
Lorraine busied herself preparing for the first system run; she rang John Took, and told him of her error regarding the sex of the subject, fussed around the controls and checked every conceivable setting. Finally when she could delay no longer, she moved the mouse smoothly and the cursor hovered for an instant above the WWW icon before she clicked the button. The countdown began, and Lorraine made for the lab door at a steady pace. She shut the door behind herself, slumped against it, and sighed deeply. There was no going back now!
Lorraine sat alone in the coffee room, cradling a steaming mug in her hands. She could still feel the dew running over her labia; she marveled at the power of her attraction to Alice. Lorraine was heterosexual, but that had not stopped her wanting Alice with a desire close to desperation. With programming, Alice would be able to turn that attraction off and on as instructed; no wonder Geraint predicted WWW as the greatest development in counter terrorism in history. Who could resist?
Alice stood in the pod watching the intense purple light projected on the pod's visor. She felt the familiar warmth wash over her, as she was drawn to the fluid display. Deep within Alice's mind, changes were happening; part of her hindbrain was partitioned and rules implanted, rules for the conduct of a vector. For unknown to Alice, this was what she now was.
In normal life she would be Alice, until the vector switched in; the switching would be circumstance dependent and totally irresistible. Alice was a weapon, in an undeclared war.
Alice was aware of the physical changes; she felt her nipples and clitoris tingle as they enlarged to match her increasingly sexualized state. She glanced down her body and relished its new appearance. Alice's self induced mind-fuck began; rivulets of desire snaked down her thighs from her seeping sex, and her heavy tipped breasts undulated with desire.
But most intense of all was the climax in her head, it ran on and on, ebbing and flowing until the pathways were established in her conscious brain. As she physically orgasmed the vector made its link to the CNS. The weapon was primed, but deactivated - for the time being.