Moving into cryptography from her old desk clerk job was no easy feat for Dolores. It was still a man's world. She was a mousy girl with cat eye glasses and brunette ironed curls clipped back by her polka dot hair band. Though often mistaken for a lesbian, Dolores was very much into men. But it was the very same men who rejected her for the research laboratory job she applied for despite having higher qualifications than the men they hired. But she landed this position in this very room working with the senior cryptologist and occasional nuisance, Jonathan.

Jonathan was actually quite a handsome man by Dolores's standards, but Dolores was coming off a string of disappointments with men and she didn't want to get into another mess. She declined his previous advance, explaining the situation to him. Still, whether or not she was ready to admit it, Dolores was beginning to have a crush on Jonathan. Though not a supermodel, Dolores was actually quite pretty if you payed close attention and had a soft lithe body underneath her sometimes conservative attire. She hoped that one day the right man could see that. On this day, there was the typical morning chit chat about the news (Khrushchev? Kennedy? Cuba?) as well as more boring banter about their personal lives. At 8 am, the two turned towards professional work. The day was productive but Jonathan couldn't stop checking his junior cryptographer out. Usually, Dolores just rolled her eyes when men looked at her like that. They're all the same. But unbeknownst to Dolores, Jonathan was already hatching a plan. 

At the end of their shift, Jonathan gathered some official looking papers that he totally didn't forge and presented them to Dolores. "The Navy sent us a new cipher for us last Monday. It's supposed to bypass current Russian code-breaking techniques"
"Interesting...", Dolores red, "uses looped soundscapes to encode ciphered messages.."

Jonathan shoved headphones in her face before she could notice the increasingly apparent meaninglessness of his technobabble.

"Here, try to see if you can crack it"

The pretty brunette flinched but still kept smiling, not wanting to disappoint her superior. She put on the headphones as asked.
Jonathan hit the play button and instantly. Dolores's pupils dilated. He carefully adjusted the volume, mixing, and encoded signal as his eyes darted between the oscilloscope and her befuddled face. Finally, a confused, expressionless, but relaxed face settled on Dolores.

Jonathan brushed one earpiece off so she could hear him, leaving the other on with the now steadied audio still playing in her ear.

"Dolores, can you hear me?"

No response. He knocked on her forehead, waved his hand in front of her face. Nothing.

"Doloresss..."

The junior cryptographer opened her mouth. "Flowers..." She lingered on the word, still wearing a thousand-yard stare on her tranquil face. "Dogs and cats, soldiers"

"Pretty girls and flowers", Jonathan added, hoping he could inject his words into her nonsense stream of scrambled thoughts.

"Pretty girls...", repeated Dolores, having lost a mind of her own, before continuing on. "Cows-"

Jonathan shushed her and repeated in her ear again: "pretty girls and flowers".

"Pretty girls and flowers", repeated Dolores, having completely been subsumed to his will. Jonathan carefully slid the sleeve of Dolores's blouse off her shoulder. She sucked in a breath.

"Deflowering pretty girls"

"Deflowering pretty girls...", she dutifully followed, still in that same confused mindless tone. Jonathan had hiked her skirt up and was now rubbing her clit. Any tension or resistance melted away, lost in the endlessly cycling nonsensical thoughts. "Deflowering pretty girls", she now repeated on her own, her rising libido taking over from her no-longer waking waking-mind. She was sitting in the radio room, her right tit exposed as she blankly stared off into dreamy paradise. This continued on for some time as Jonathan kept repeating the phrase in Dolores's ear to reinforce the thought while slowly stripping her body bare.

When Dolores was naked, he threw her on her back. A thin layer of sweat that had formed as they were getting worked up clammed up against the cold metal underneath her.

"Dolores", Jonathan pondered while looking over her naked flesh. "More like Dolly". Their gaze met and they both smiled at giggled. Now it was time for business.

Dolly's eyes widened upon penetration. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing made sense to say.

"Don't worry about it babe. Your mind is scrambled"
"My mind is scrambled". The monotone words slipped out of Dolores's mouth as Jonathan fucked her on the radio equipment.

"Scrambled and seduced"

"Scrambled and seduced", Dolores happily chipped in. The brightest smile lit up her face. Jonathan didn't want to confuse her jumbled mind too much so he just left it at that

"My mind is scrambled, scrambled and seduced, my mind is scrambled, scrambled and seduced", Dolores trailed off as her pussy happily accepted the pounding.

As this went on, Jonathan also searched for things to say. "My pretty assistant, so happy and silly and scrambled, all mine". He combed her hair. "Mmmm..." Dolly bit her lip as she smiled.

"I wish this moment could last forever"

After some more rounds of sweet nothings and mindless sex, Jonathan finally built to his conclusion: "I wanna marry you"

Dolores furled her eyebrows for a second, as if trying to piece something together, before slipping back into blissful ease.
"My mind is scrambled" Her voice was soft and giving as her head fell back.
 
Jonathan leaned in to kiss her as his repeated pumps edged her closer to orgasm. Dolores kissed him back.

Just as Jonathan was climaxing, a surge of power went through the equipment. Jonathan could hear the static coming from Dolores's headphones spike. The girl flopped back, her brain completely fried. "Dolores?", he called. The girl responded only in garbled, nonsense. Her wide, unseeing stared past him as he hoisted her to a more comfortable position. She'll sleep it off and be fine the next morning. Physically at least. Mentally, who knows but if her mind-scrambling is permanent and she can't get her work done, he could just wife her up. Jonathan got dressed, gathered his stuff, and locked the radio room. He'd go get some dinner and then come back to check on his new conquest. Lastly before leaving, he peaked through the window to see Dolores naked and silly, lying on some old cardboard boxes.