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; ; Stacey worked for MI5, granted, only in a grade 2 position but never ; the less the position was important and still had large amounts of Top ; Secret papers pass her way. At 25 she had risen through the ranks very ; fast, possibly the fact that as well as being a PhD her father had ; worked in the Foreign Office for nearly twenty years. Liked by most ; and sought after by others, she was often in the company of friends.
; ; Taking an early lunch she headed out of the compound and made her way ; to the local bistro. While walking along the busy high street she was ; bumped into by a young blonde girl walking in the opposite ; direction. The girl had knocked into her quite badly and had actually ; caught her on the thigh with something sharp.
; ; By the following morning nothing remained of the incident but a small ; swollen lump. It neither itched nor ached and therefore Stacey ; completely forgot the incident. Life went on, work went on and taxes ; got higher.
; ; Five years later and Stacey was well (if truth be known she hadn't ; been ill in years), she was now section chief with more work than free ; time. Her job description had changed quite considerably and as well ; as the usual shuffling of papers and endless meetings she was also ; responsible for day-to-day liaison with the Russian embassy. Her main ; contact within the embassy was Svetlana Bruga. At 52 she was much ; older than Stacey but their relationship was cordial and polite at all ; times. It was set that for their Monday meeting they would eat at a ; small Cafe on the Thames embankment.
; ; "Darling you are looking wonderful as normal" said Svetlana, " If not ; a little tired."
; ; "Just the usual stress of work, you know how it is. I don't know how ; you cope, you've been doing this far longer than me."
; ; " The answer to that is to allow yourself adequate relaxation time and ; to treat yourself from time to time. I find one of the best things is ; a good tanning session and if you go regularly you can get some good ; rates."
; ; Svetlana reached into her bag and brought forth a card, which she ; handed to Stacey. " This darling is by far the best place I have found ; in London and I'm sure it will help."
; ; Stacey took the card and put it in her purse.
; ; Lunch concluded and they set of back to their respective jobs having ; arranged their next meeting. As the day went on Stacey felt more and ; more the need for some serious relaxation, tension was definitely ; building. An hour before quitting time she remembered the card and ; delved into the bag. The card was quite small and made of plastic. She ; was quite surprised to see that it was one of the new smart cards that ; had surfaced over the previous few years.
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; ; Picking up the phone Stacey dialled and spoke to the manageress Susan ; who said yes she could fit an appointment in this evening.
; ; Having arrived at the salon Stacey was shown around and found that as ; well as a tanning centre it also contained a bar, workout room, sauna ; and squash courts. The rates were very cheap, especially for Inner ; London and so she signed up immediately. The card was apparently a ; method for the salon to record which particular areas were being ; utilized and some personal information for each of the clients.
; ; Stacey decided on just a nice relaxing tanning session. The changing ; rooms were immaculate and the decor lovely. Having placed her ; belongings into one of the lockers supplied she headed towards the ; tanning capsules. Unfortunately she had to return to get her card as ; she had found that you had to insert your card into the capsule before ; it would allow you to enter. Being about 3m X 3m, the interior was ; quite spacious with enough room to manoeuvre. In the centre of the ; capsule there was a depiction of a set of feet, these corresponded ; with two hand loops attached to the ceiling. The overall idea was ; obviously for you to receive a complete all over tan avoiding the ; usual white spots.
; ; The notice on the exterior had instructed that when the occupant was ; ready to start their session they had merely to place their feet onto ; the appropriate spaces. This would activate two pads beneath the ; depictions. Once the hands were placed through the loops there were ; two buttons to press with the fingers, this would then start the ; sequence.
; ; Stacey stood in place and pressed the appropriate buttons. The capsule ; accessed the card, the program started. ***ACTIVE 8 **** CAT - Total ; **** SUB- Fetish Slave **** CLASS- Rubber.
; ; The walls of the capsule came alive - a myriad of colours washing over ; the face & body of Stacey. The walls started to radiate UV rays and ; slowly she could feel her body getting hot. Tension slipped from her ; and she found she was slowly floating in a warm calming ; environment. Slowly so as not to cause anxiety or suddenly bring ; Stacey to her senses the capsule extended two ankle locks from the ; floor and placed them carefully around each foot. The loops withdrew ; into the ceiling causing Stacey to be placed into an X position within ; the centre of the machine.
; ; Had she been able to think clearly or even care Stacey would have ; worried over this almost intelligent behaviour initiated by a ; machine. She could not and did not. The tanning went on for nearly ; half an hour when suddenly the walls dimmed. A hum was building and ; then suddenly a massive burst of UV illuminated the interior and ; died. The loops were released and the ankle locks retreated back into ; the floor. Slowly consciousness returned. Stacey had never felt so ; good, her body radiated warmth, she felt like her skin was alive - ; funny though, it felt like it was alive from the inside.......
; ; The catalyst had worked. Having spent years multiplying within its ; host the life form became active, as the burst of life giving UV had ; passed through the hosts skin. Tendrils that had long been dormant ; came to life and probed its confines. Basic intelligence was natural ; with rudimentary survival mechanisms - keep the host in good ; condition, reproduce to maximise takeover, await upload.
; ; Stacey got dressed and headed home having thoroughly enjoyed her ; session. Life pulsed within and slowly it assessed the right buttons ; it needed to press to take control of its host.
; ; As Stacey got ready for bed she realised just how good she felt, the ; warm feeling of earlier was still with her and had permeated her ; entire being. The heat seemed to ooze from her particularly between ; her legs, her lips swelling and becoming engorged. It wasn't often ; that she played with herself but tonight she was in the mood. Wantonly ; ripping away her knickers she plunged two of her fingers into her ; dripping cunt. There was no time for playing or even getting more ; aroused. As soon as she had brushed past her clit her whole body ; exploded in pleasure. Her clit stood rigid and was throbbing almost as ; if something was still stimulating it, but from within. Once, twice, a ; total of nine times Stacey came until at last she collapsed against ; the pillows and passed out.
; ; During the night the symbiant reached further, explored and rearranged ; the pathways of its control structure. The feedback gained from the ; earlier orgasms had generated masses of stimulus to its nerve centre; ; it was now fully integrated into the clitoral nerve stem. This could ; now be accessed within seconds. The only area that still eluded it ; fully was the spinal column. It had tried since consciousness had ; swept over it to enter this area. Instinct had told it that to take ; over the host and join fully it would need direct access to this ; crucial area.
; ; White antibodies were clustered around its feelers fighting back the ; invasive tendrils. The body needed distracting, badly.
; ; Up early as usual Stacey started her daily routine as usual - a shower ; and god did she need one after last nights playful session. She ; couldn't believe just how horny she had been, in fact stil was. Before ; long she was playfully exploring her still puffy lips and sliding a ; finger in. Intoxicated by the waves of pleasure that hit her she ; forgot the shower completely and continued her fight for orgasms. Two ; hours later she was still at it but now on the floor of the shower ; cubicle. Having surpassed the previous nights amount she continued ; while her face remained blank and at peace - she had simply given in.
; ; A chink had emerged in the armour and quickly it had plugged this hole ; with a tendril. A foothold was now gained. When eventually Stacey ; regained consciousness or at least the semblance of it it was nearly ; three. Most of the day was gone and she had not gone to work. She ; phoned and explained that she had been out of it for the best part of ; the day and that she might not be in tomorrow - the way she felt she ; wasn't sure she had the strength to go in for the rest of the week.
; ; A tanning session - that was what she needed. She had felt so good ; yesterday after her relaxing trip to the salon. There was no need to ; get dressed up, grabbing her jeans and a nice sweatshirt she headed ; out. The early evening air was cool and yet she felt hot, her hair ; stuck to her head in clumps - appearance didn't matter she just wanted ; to relax.
; ; It didn't take her long to shed her clothes once at the salon; within ; minutes she had inserted her card and had entered the cubicle. Having ; placed her feet & hands into the appropriate positions the cubicle ; started up. The colours swirled and the cubicle accessed the card as ; to what was expected. The preliminary program was to activate the ; simbiant. Phase two was to reduce resistance within the host to allow ; for total integration. Again the loops withdrew and pulled Stacey ; taught, again the cubicle spun with colours. Music played softly in ; the background - a soft scale of notes that twined and merged. Stacey ; slowly drifted, all thoughts fled and left her relaxed and open to the ; cubicle. The notes slowly changed giving rise to words and phrases ; that merged with the overall cacophony of sound. The sound slowly ; filtered through to her sub conscious - ENJOY- RELAX- SELF ; PLEASURE. Over and over they replayed within her mind - slowly but ; surely they stuck.
; ; Half an hour later the program ended, power subsided, lights ; diminished. Stacey opened her eyes and sighed. She felt so good, ; relaxed, warm and comfortable. Funnily enough she still felt ; incredibly horny. She returned to the locker room and got changed to ; go home. Opening her bag she put her keys, toiletries and vibrator ; in. Vibrator??? " I wonder when I bought that", she said to no one in ; particular.
; ; Once at home she prepared a light meal of salad and fruit, which she ; ate in bed. All through the meal she kept rubbing her legs together, ; she couldn't get the itchy feeling in her crotch to go away. Having ; decided to go to sleep she went to take her plate to the kitchen but ; found she couldn't move her legs. Panic welled within her, bang, the ; orgasm started in her pussy and shot upward through her head.
; ; The gooey black mass surrounded her clitoris gently squeezing and ; pulsing. Having accessed the spinal cord IT had disabled her legs and ; had gained control. Now was the time to take control - IT no longer ; needed to remain hidden within. Takeover was imminent.
; ; This is my first attempt at writing and I would therefore really ; appreciate any feedback - good, bad or ugly. Thanks