The Siren's Symphony Сh. 02: Lisa

Chapter 2: The Hypnotic Hacker -- Lisa

Amidst the routine drone of machinery and the clatter of boots on the hard floor, there was a subtle undercurrent of tension. The usual banter and camaraderie that filled the halls were tinged with a noticeable strain, a byproduct of their recent loss.

In the tech lab, Lisa was hunched over her workstation, her eyes glued to the screen as lines of complex algorithms and encrypted files flickered past. Her fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard, the steady rhythm of her typing echoing through the otherwise quiet room.

"Any luck tracking Dagger?" Becca's voice cut through the silence, causing Lisa to glance up from her work.

"Just bits and pieces," Lisa responded, her gaze quickly returning to her screen. "She's good at covering her tracks."

"Better than Michelle at keeping her hands off Rex, anyway," Amber quipped from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe. A forced laugh echoed around the room, but it quickly faded. The memory of their fallen comrade was still too fresh, the wound too raw.

Becca glanced at her wristwatch and sighed. "We have that training session to attend. Let's get going."

Amber nodded, her expression somber. "Yeah, we should head out. I just want to quickly visit my room and check on Ranger. I'll catch up with you soon, Becca."

Becca understood and nodded in return. "Take your time, Amber. See you at the training."

"Take care, both of you," Lisa replied, her voice tinged with sadness.

Becca and Amber exchanged a brief nod before leaving the tech lab. As the door closed behind them, the room sank into silence once again.

In the adjacent room, Tess was helping Ashley with a simple wiring task. Ashley's fingers, usually so nimble and precise, fumbled over the small components. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, a small line of frustration creasing her forehead.

"Here, let me," Tess offered gently, her fingers deftly taking over the task. Ashley sighed in relief, her shoulders slumping as she moved aside to let Tess work.

"Thanks, Tess," Ashley mumbled, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I don't know why I'm so... clumsy today."

"Don't worry about it, Ash," Tess responded warmly. "We all have off days."

As Lisa focused intently on her work, a knock suddenly echoed through the tech lab. She looked up to find Dennis, the base's technician, standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Dennis," Lisa greeted with a tired smile. "Come to explain that update you made to our comms?"

Dennis grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's the plan," he replied, striding over to join her at the workstation.

As they chatted, Dennis discreetly added a clear liquid from a small vial into Lisa's coffee. The milk masked the addition, and Lisa remained blissfully unaware as she sipped her coffee and listened to Dennis's explanation about the recent tech updates.

Meanwhile, the usually tranquil corridors of the base echoed with the frantic calls of Amber. The scout's voice resonated through the sterile passageways as she called out for her Doberman, Ranger. His sudden disappearance had set her on edge, and her desperation was palpable in the strained pitch of her voice. "Ranger!" she cried out again, her voice bouncing off the walls, only to be met with unsettling silence.

Lisa sat engrossed in her chair, her gaze fixed intently on the luminescent stream of code flowing across her screens. It was mesmerizing, a digital language that whispered to her, brushing tantalizingly against the edges of her understanding. She had been caught in this hypnotic dance for hours now, the passing time unnoticed as she tried to unravel the complex web of information.

Yet as she delved deeper into the data, an unfamiliar sensation began to stir within her. It was an insistent craving, a need that bubbled up from her subconscious, its nebulous form elusive and undefined. She found herself absently licking her lips, her thoughts momentarily distracted from the screens. The craving was strange, not tied to hunger or thirst, but something else. Something she couldn't quite place.

"I need a break," she muttered to herself, standing up from her chair and stretching her cramped muscles. Making her way towards the break room, she filled a cup with hot coffee from the machine, its rich aroma wafting through the air. As she took a sip, she frowned slightly, the usually comforting taste somehow lacking.

Back in the break room, Lisa sat quietly, staring at her half-finished cup of coffee. She couldn't shake the odd craving that had taken hold of her. It was a flavor she was missing, a certain...tanginess that her coffee lacked. It was then that she decided to seek medical advice.

"Maybe Dr. Simmons could help," she thought, standing up from her chair and making her way towards the medical wing of the base.

The visit to Dr. Simmons, however, proved to be fruitless. He conducted a quick check-up and concluded that she was perfectly fine, attributing her symptoms to stress.

"I'd recommend you rest, Lisa," he said, his voice kind but firm. "And stay hydrated."

Lisa nodded at Dr. Simmons' advice, her mind already elsewhere. As she stood up to leave, a realization washed over her. An image, an essence of a taste that lingered in her memory, now crystallized in her mind. She knew what she was craving. Her heart pounded in her chest, an unexpected rush of excitement coursing through her veins. It was crazy, she thought, but the pull was irresistible.

She hesitated at the door, her hand still on the knob. After a moment, she turned back to face the doctor, her grey eyes sparkling with a mysterious light. "Dr. Simmons," she began, her voice softer, more enticing than before. "There is something else I need your help with. It's...personal."

The doctor looked up at her, surprise flickering in his eyes. Lisa moved closer, her petite figure swaying gently. She unbuttoned her top, revealing her perky breasts, barely concealed by the lace of her bra. The sight seemed to stun the doctor into silence.

"This," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "is my way of saying thank you for your help today." Lisa moved gracefully, sinking to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with intent, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants.

The doctor's hesitation was evident, but the sight of Lisa on her knees, her breasts peeking out from her unbuttoned top, was too compelling. Lisa reached into his pants, pulling out his erect member. A sigh of appreciation escaped her lips at the sight of his size. "You're so big, doctor," she cooed, her fingers tracing along his length.

Her mouth watered in anticipation, and she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the precum that had gathered at the tip. The taste sent a shiver down her spine, her craving flaring in response. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she began to suck. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a thrill through the doctor.

As she sucked, her own arousal began to spike. Her panties were damp, her cunt aching for attention. But this wasn't about her pleasure; it was about satisfying her craving. She worked him with dedication, her mouth and tongue bringing him to the brink of release.

"Dr. Simmons," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you."

The doctor groaned, his resistance crumbling at Lisa's dirty words. And as he climaxed, his hot cum filling her mouth, Lisa reveled in the taste, her craving momentarily sated. Still on her knees and tasting the remnants of the doctor's cum on her lips, looked up at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Dr. Simmons," she murmured, standing up and adjusting her top. "You've been a great help."

As she left the room, Dr. Simmons sat back in his chair, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly reached for his hidden communication device. He carefully tapped a sequence, a signal to initiate a secure line. A familiar, cold voice greeted him. "Report, PissPig."

"Mistress Ruth," he began, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I gave those pills to Tess, but it's too early to report about her. The anesthetic spray and diapers for Ashley have been provided as planned. And there's more... Lisa, she's... she's responding to the conditioning. She just... she just gave me a blowjob and swallowed my cum willingly."

A pleased sound came from the other end. "Very good, PissPig," Ruth praised, her voice cold yet oddly seductive. "Continue with the next phase. Remember, your reward awaits you."

A shiver of anticipation ran down Dr. Simmons' spine. He lowered his still unzipped pants, positioning himself over an open glass jar he had kept under his desk. As he began to urinate, the stream splashed against the jar's interior, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

At the same time, he moved to another concealed drawer in his desk, pulling out a second glass jar filled with a yellowish liquid -- his own urine collected from previous sessions. He uncapped the jar, lifting it to his lips, letting the liquid flow into his mouth, the warm, salty taste filling his senses.

As he drank, he continued to release his bladder, the stream filling the other jar, the cycle of his degradation continuing. It was his perverse reward, allowed only upon Ruth's command. "Thank you, Mistress Ruth," he whispered, the room returning to silence once more.

Lisa was on her knees, her top discarded on the ground next to her. Her lace bra, too, lay discarded, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool air of the secluded corner. She was currently occupied with a soldier from the base, his pants around his ankles as she took his hard length into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, her thoughts consumed by the throbbing manhood she was servicing, and the question of why Dennis had refused her earlier attempt at seduction.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she murmured, her voice muffled around the soldier's cock. She was salivating in anticipation, yearning for the taste of his release. "I want you to cum in my mouth, I need it," she pleaded, her grey eyes looking up at him.

With a grunt, the soldier pulled out of her mouth, his hand quickly replacing her lips as he furiously jerked his cock. "Open up, slut," he ordered, his voice harsh. Lisa obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, but to her frustration, his aim was off. His cum shot out, landing on her face, in her hair, across her breasts, and even staining her discarded clothes. She could only watch in desperation as the warm, salty liquid she craved so much was wasted.

As the soldier left, Lisa quickly tried to scoop up the cum with her fingers, bringing it to her mouth to savor the taste. She was still licking her fingers clean when she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly tried to adjust her clothes, put on her top, noticing too late that her bra was still lying on the ground. She gave it a swift kick, hoping to hide it behind a pile of crates.

"Lisa?" Becca's voice called out. Lisa turned around, trying her best to act nonchalant. Becca was standing a few feet away, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Have you seen Ranger?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Lisa shook her head, doing her best to keep her voice steady. "No, I haven't. What happened?" She was vaguely aware of the drop of cum still on her chin, and she discreetly wiped it off with the back of her hand.

"He's missing," Becca replied, her voice trembling slightly. She looked at Lisa, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You have something on your... never mind." She turned around and left, leaving Lisa feeling both relieved and anxious.

Becca continued her path to the mess hall, her mind still on Ranger's disappearance and Lisa's strange behavior. Spotting Tess sitting alone at one of the tables, she decided to share her concerns.

"Tess, have you noticed anything...off with Lisa recently?" Becca asked as she joined Tess, her gaze focused on her teammate.

Tess looked up, her eyes meeting Becca's. She seemed thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I have noticed she's been a bit distracted, sneaking off base quite often. Why do you ask?"

"I just ran into her at one of the base's corners and she seemed... flustered. And there was something else... but it might be nothing," Becca trailed off, not willing to jump to conclusions about Lisa's behavior.

The conversation then turned to the topic of their other teammates. "And what about Ashley and Michelle?" Tess asked, her voice filled with concern. "How are they holding up?"

"Well, Michelle's condition is still the same," Becca replied, her voice heavy. "No signs of improvement yet. As for Ashley... I honestly don't know, Tess. Her dependency on you is growing each day, and I'm worried about the toll it's taking on you."

Tess sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm managing. She needs us, Becca. We can't turn our backs on her, no matter how difficult things get."

Becca nodded, her expression grim. "You're right, Tess. We need to stick together, for all of our sakes."

As Lisa knelt in the dimly lit conference room, her lips wrapped around the janitor's thick length, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and taste of him. She lovingly licked and slurped, making sure to coat every inch of him with her warm, wet tongue.

"Oh, you're such a stud," she moaned between licks, her voice a mixture of lust and admiration. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have this big, delicious cock in my mouth. Old men really do have the best dicks."

The janitor groaned, his hands gripping her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. "That's right, you little slut," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "Keep sucking me just like that. Don't forget to lick my balls too."

Lisa eagerly obliged, her tongue flicking out to caress the wrinkled skin of his scrotum, her hands gently massaging the heavy orbs as she continued to suck on his cock. Her mind was consumed by the task at hand, the need for his cum driving her every move.

"Promise me you'll cum in my mouth," Lisa begged, her eyes wide and imploring as she looked up at him. "I need to taste you, to feel you filling my throat. Please, I'll do anything."

The janitor smirked, enjoying the desperation in her voice. "Oh, I'll give you what you want, whore," he assured her, guiding her head back onto his pulsing length. "But only if you keep sucking like the filthy slut you are. Now, take me deep and use that pretty little mouth of yours."

As Lisa eagerly resumed her ministrations, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock and her hands fondling his balls, the door to the conference room creaked open. Tess, on her way to visit Ashley, had decided to take a quick detour through the seemingly empty room.

Unaware of the impending interruption, Lisa continued to work on the janitor's cock, her efforts increasing in intensity as she felt him nearing his climax. However, just as he was about to explode, Tess's voice rang out in the room.

"Hey, who's there?"

The janitor's eyes widened, his orgasm momentarily forgotten as he scrambled to pull his pants up and make a hasty escape. Lisa, realizing the danger, quickly hid behind the large conference table. Her heart pounded, the close call leaving her shaken and hungry, but she managed to avoid discovery as Tess walked through the conference room to another door.

The sound of the door closing behind Tess signaled that the coast was clear. Lisa emerged from her hiding place, her body trembling from the adrenaline and unfulfilled lust. The craving for cum still gnawed at her, but for now, she knew she had to be more careful.

Tess entered Ashley's room to find the woman sitting on her bed, her face flushing pink as she struggled with the buttons on her shirt. The sight of Ashley, once a formidable soldier, now struggling with a task as simple as unbuttoning her shirt, struck a pang in Tess's heart.

"Hey, Ashley, let me help you with that," Tess offered, her voice gentle as she stepped forward. Ashley looked up at her, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

"Thank you, Tess," she murmured. "I... I can't seem to do it right."

Tess carefully unbuttoned Ashley's shirt, her fingers working slowly and methodically. As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards Ashley. This wasn't just a teammate anymore; this was someone who needed her help, someone she cared about. She finished by gently tucking Ashley into bed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Ash," Tess whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Back in her quarters, Lisa was a whirlwind of frenzied energy. She was on her bed, a dildo in her hand pushing it into her hungry mouth, her mind filled with vivid memories of the day's escapades. Her other hand was buried between her legs, fingers moving in a rhythm that matched her mouth's movements on the dildo. She was feverishly practicing, her lips sliding over the silicone length, her tongue swirling around the head. The more she sucked, the wetter she became, her arousal spiking at the lewd sounds she was making. She knew she was becoming a cock-hungry whore, and the realization only made her more excited.

Meanwhile, Amber was seen tearfully pinning 'Missing' posters of Ranger around the base. The dimly lit halls echoed with her soft sobs as she moved from one wall to another, her hands trembling as she taped each poster. Her heart was heavy with worry and the loneliness that came with the absence of her dear dog...