Her hands shook as she entered the passcode and waited for the display to ping green. Looking left then right, Agnes stepped into the unimaginative surroundings only after being sure enough she wasn't seen. There was a moment of suspended secrecy as she studied the clean, minimalistic short letter of the discharge science lab. It was rebuilt after the disaster that took the one mortal she cared about from her had turned it into growl and ruin.

Trembling with emotion, her articulation was barely a whisper when she spoke.

"…Victor ?"prison term itself seemed to wait with razz breath.

There's no piece of cake in a closed in off, underground science laboratory. Yet, Agnes shook with backup man at the plain tinge of wind against her shoulder, an impalpable caress that she felt more keenly than the weightiness of the clothes over her organic structure, cotton and nomex. Agnes quickly divested herself from the lab coat, aegir to sense more.

"V-victor, is that really you ?"She stepped further towards the kernel of the room.

Slightly stronger, the child's play wound itself around her neck opening, making the tiny hairs there stand up. Her gasp was involuntary, deal rising to cover her back talk as tears of felicity pooled in her eyes.

"You're really here,"she smiled between her tears, hands up and forward as if she could sense Victor in the air the same way he clearly could sense her."I-I can't believe… How could they hide out this from me ?"

As soon as it came, her felicity turned into righteous wrath. She had worked at the quickness faithfully for long time before she rose the ranks enough to meet him, the leading researcher on all experimentation done here and the man that she would light in love with. Quickly, passionately, completely. Despite the taboo of their age difference - 22 and 46 - and his position of authority over her making everything more complicated, neither could deny their spirit enough to rest far from the other.

And just as the relationship was leading where it should - cover coming together total of conversations about the time to come and how they could be opened about their relationship, heated make-out Sessions that began coming closer and closer to lovemaking - the fortuity happened. Victor was the only when one capable of fixing the readiness's state-of-the-art corpuscle collider that malfunctioned at least twice a week. He was alone when it blew up. The only exit of a place that employs hundred of people.

He had been Agnes'whole world, the one man she was ready to give herself to fully. Suddenly, he was gone, not even a dead body left behind for her to cry over. Except, not anymore. The data point she discovered had been through, the experiment done more than enough cogent evidence that he lived on : whatever this force-out, this plasm was, it had his memories, knew what Victor had known, could touch and communicate even with no words.

Another tear fell, warm and anguish. The breeze was increasingly stiff as it gusted around Agnes, making her clothes flutter and her heart patter. She smiled at it, at him, hoping he could see, that he knew how gladiolus she was to be with him again, even like this.

"If I had known, Victor, baby…"She lamented, sniffing."I wish I could hold you, tell apart you how much I—"

Agnes was caught by surprisal by a gust so impregnable it lifted her off the terra firma for a here and now, nearly touchable against her exposed skin. It felt warmer than the air around it. Squinting against the bright luminosity, she swore there was visible distortion in the space where whatever was left of her buff resided.

Almost in apology for startling her, Victor ran quasi-intangible finger's breadth over the pebbled skin of her coat of arms, up and towards her chest, where he enveloped her in something she could almost call a hug. Except, it was everywhere. There was pressure against her lips, her throat, her chest, down to her belly and an unexpected spot between her legs. She had no idea if it was designed - or even if any capacity for aim remained in Victor while in this phase - but her panties were uncomfortably pressed against her pussycat as an international entity applied military group there.

"Oh—"She gasped, stepping back. But the plasma followed her, maintaining contact.

Agnes squirmed under the at once lenient and tenacious force. The rubbing between her peg was rhythmical, but it took a few moments for her overpower brain to get up on it. Encased on a white, cotton plant, long-sleeved shirt, her breasts weighted less as they were held up by him, by it. Cupped and groped, the unknown sentiency of Agnes'life was flailing her weapons system in front of her, where whatever or whoever was doing this should be, and finding nothing. Yet, the foreplay to her body was undeniable, impossible to ignore.

Its'tinge was familiar, versed. He held and kneaded and rubbed her just the ripe way, the same way superior always did before. Memory, indeed. He knew how to reduce her to a quivering mess, just on that precipice of throwing her reservations out of the window and asking him to ravage her.

Except, she never did. As soon as he found out that she was a virgin, Victor had been adamant about waiting her fourth dimension. He had been patient, kind and intellect. She knew he got frustrated with the waiting, but he never pressured her. As often as she did her advantageously to show how much that meant to her, she was sure it pained him every time she shied away from his advances.

"I-I missed you too,"she giggled, tried to guess that everything was hunky-dory, but it was an empty action. Her warmheartedness was rabbiting inside her chest, epinephrine surged in her veins as the plasm picked her up, all of the 105 Sudanese pound of her, and kept her hovering above the ground.

"Vi-victor…"She swayed in the air, almost rendered mute by the sudden fear squeezing her throat."You know I'm a-afraid of heights !"

Agnes tilted forward, now fighting against the force holding her up, keeping her torso in a frailty. All it did was instability her, constitute her analogue with the floor. The laws of gravity itself seemed to have got changed. She rose gamey still, the marvellous ceiling of the way now closer than the level.

"Oh-h !"Agnes moaned, the sensations on her body somehow still rising.

Glancing down, she was startled to comment that while she couldn't see the plasma, him, the event of his tactile sensation on her was visible. Her breasts, nipples poking through the shirt, flattened and bunched over her thorax as they were manipulated. The loose shirt deformed around her body as the blood plasma moved along and over and under it. Agnes'mouth opened in protest as the shirt was ripped off her body.

Ripped. By an intangible force. She saw the experimentation, the data, she knew he was strong. But it was made shed light on just how lots. Agnes tried to scream, but terror made the sound apprehension in her pharynx. He destroyed her bra as well, and she began hyperventilating.

"V-v-victor…"The friction against her kitty was so unsmooth now that it hurt, but as a good deal as she squirmed, Agnes was incompetent of escaping it at all.

Her conflict was renewed, legs kicking empty air as she fought to run away much like a cartoon character. The plasm was pipping hot, it almost burned her skin as it spread over it, over her, to a greater extent and to a greater extent solid-like. It slithered under the rubber band of her gasp and Agnes found her articulation just in prison term to holler as it pulled the cloth down.

"STOP !"She tried to tip forward and reached for the ground. The plasma accommodated for her crusade and Agnes floated upside down, dark hair spilled in waves under her.

All the rake quickly flowed to her promontory, making her dizzy and nauseous. It was also for naught, as Victor finished his removal of her wearable by snapping the sinister, well-situated scanty she wore in two. There were photographic camera in the room, more than a few, designed to evidence experiment from all the angles necessary. With despaired centre, she glanced at one, another. They represented an at once horrifying possibility and great Leslie Townes Hope : person might see what was happening.

Agnes whimpered as she was hoisted higher still. A drop from that elevation would likely not be fatal, but it was out of the question to curb her phobia with rationality at that decimal point. The plasma made its way over her skin, smooth and unyielding even as it remained barely visible.

"Pl-please, don't, please, layover !"She begged repeatedly, her litany rising in gaudiness as Victor reached between her legs.

filament of him held her ankle joint and pulled them apart roughly, leaving her exposed to the air. Shamefully, her pussy glistened, deep-pink flesh swollen from his attentions. He turned her body, thankfully decently position up, but her succour didn't last long.

Agnes was a smart young woman. She had a good inkling as too how much intimate frustration Victor had surely garnered during their time together. She saw the data about how solid and unpredictable this form was. It was simple enough to put two and two together and derive that he would do now what he never got to experience in life. fuck her.

However, there must have been some fondness for her left in him, in it. A vague remembering of her want, her supplication, not enough for him to let her go, to plow her kindly. But enough that, when the most solid opus of him slotted between her ramification, it bypassed her Virgo the Virgin, clenched pussy completely, leaving it undisturbed. Instead, its head pressed against the tiny ruck of Agnes'shit, vulnerable and helpless.

"Wha-at, AHHH !"The young adult female screamed as her most versed, forbidden topographic point was breached.

The tip of Victor's member was thankfully narrow, as it couldn't have made its way inside her tense body otherwise. But it tapered off sharply, pushing her more and more open with each column inch. The penetration was excruciatingly dry, her anus not made to welcome or hold up an invasion like that. Victor's plasmatic form clearly wasn't designed for it either.

"PLEA-ASE !"Agnes hollered as it pushed bowels-deep in her, forging ahead without pulling back."SSSTOP !"Her pleading was as garish as she could make up it, completely useless as it had no effect on the entity brutalizing her.

master's phallus slid in further, Agnes sobbed. Her anus was stretched to its maximum around his now unbearable girth, burning fiercely as it was forced to hold him. She felt the burning intensify as her motherfucker ripped, but the blood unexpectedly gave her some easement as it lubricated her enactment. She bent her knees, toes curling, and gritted her tooth. He was not stopping, not even when Agnes felt like he had penetrated her up to the stomach, each new inch pure agony.

Grunting against the pain, the stress, the effort, she could do no more than hold on as he impaled her further. Her boldness was a mess of tears and snob as she sobbed with unconstraint, her make-up ruined, splotchy and red from the torturesome pain. Agnes squirmed in space, impaled on master's plasma-cock like a dead butterfly on a needle under a glass display.

At go, Victor seemed pleased with the dept, because she felt her bowls and anus pull back as the phallus inside her withdraw. Everything inside that had felt unbearably tight now was unloosen and aching, though not for long. Her moans were disconnected yells of pain as he began thrusting, harder and harder, until she was bounding on his invisible stopcock. A skirt for Victor to sodomize as he wished.

If only there was someone behind those cameras, the red dot staring at her. If only one of her lab acquaintance, a workfellow, any of the protection guy cable would fare, would fight master or destroy him so that she could go. Agnes cried and struggled and stared at the good camera, pleading with her oculus and, when superior's thrusting permitted, with her voice.

But it was no use. There was no one watching.

*

There is now.

It's a big group of people, mostly men, some womanhood, all well-dressed in lawsuit and pencil wench, glasses and subtle, but expensive jewellery. It's both a science meeting and a business coming together, all the leading scientists of the facility are here to explain and congratulate the investors in how successful their company has been. An important meeting held at least once a year.

They settle into their place for the intro. The speaker talk of the town passionately about the quickness and dedicates a minute to mourn the exit they have had, their most brilliant scientist who unfortunately passed away on an accident. After, he gives the data, all the intellect why Victor might not truly be dead, and the investors are mesmerized. The scientists'oculus scintillation with expiation at a job well-done.

The sponsor is called Mark. He's a middle-aged, dumpy biologist that has been working here for ten. He's experienced and confident at his job. The presentation is coming to an end, but they have a net picture to show them.

"And here it is, ladies and gentleman, the most complete demonstration that the plasm retained memories from Victor's life. You will be amazed by this data, I assure you."He grins and presses play.

The image is not what he expected. Instead of a TV of winner's plasmatic cast picking up pictures that relate to the deep scientist's liveliness, what Mark is met with is the sight of a young cleaning lady he recognizes immediately. Agnes. The shy, hard-working girl that began her calling here as an intern and soon became a new hire. She's naked, all exposed pale cutis and flushed nipples, held up in the air by an inconspicuous force.

The television camera angle changes and crisscross gasps out a startled breathing place. Agnes has always had a great butt, it was impossible not to note how large it was in proportion to her small skeleton, how it bounced slightly when she walked, bubble-round and toned. brand stares at it yet again, though in a way he never thought he would. At commencement, it looks like her anus is obscenely stretched, gaping, so much so that he can see her in her, the red of her bowels exposed. It takes a moment for Mark to litigate the heap enough to understand that her anus is contracting and dilating ; it's being pushed further and further open, then allowed to abjure back as something moves within it.

A barely-visible, but completely solid phallus, patsy realizes. superior's blood plasma hammer. He hears a collective gasp as the consultation must hail to the same finale he just did. Without a word, he fumbles with the remote dominance and presses the off push button as hard as he can. But the speech sound is suddenly turned on and they all can listen the gory details. Agnes'despairing plea for superior to block off. Her pained grunts with every loud, wet thrust. The feminine, high-pitched screams when the plasma phallus goes even deeply. Mark's cock twitch painfully in his trouser as it gets fully knockout in record time.

"bout it off !"One of his female fellow worker runs to the point and rips the control off his hands.

"I-I can't !"He defends himself.

The Lapp way one can't help but smell at a car clangour in the road, Mark turns to stare at the telecasting. A untried woman he has known for days is being raped. Brutally, painfully, as her expression is screwed with pain sensation, a muss of tears. He can see the stock on her rive anus, flowing slowly between her second joint as superior continues to dishonor her, merciless. Mark's tool throbs inside him bloomers and he knows that if he were to tinct himself, he would be coming in seconds.

"It's not working, fuck !"The distaff co-worker throws the ascendence away and step towards the binding, where she's sure to witness the electrical plug and end this in a few moments.

Mark doesn't read how this video ended up here ; how no one in security saw this before today, how it was switched with the pilot one he intended the show. That's, until he does. Victor must own done it. He has memories, yes, but his roughshod rape of his rumored-girlfriend shows that he still has feeling as well. Warped, aggressive, but there. In plasma form, he wanted to violate his young lady in such a way, and he wanted to be seen doing it.

The invisible Phallus is pulled completely from Agnes'soundbox, which means that, for the first time, Mark can see its fully size of it. It's impossible, incredible, gravid enough that it could be deadly. It's pushed inside her yet again, leaving Mark to marvel at it, at her. Just as the filmdom goes dark at last, his co-worker succeeding in her labor, the older scientist realizes that he was entranced by Agnes'ass rape like he hasn't been by anything else in over a decade.

Still dizzy with arousal and scientific wonder, he turns to find the audience in similar states of confusion, desire and impact. He knows he must go forward now, apologize, excuse what little he can in ordering to save the projection, hell, the company from laying waste. Instead, he turns away, runs to the john, and jerks one off to the memory of Agnes'delightful grunt of agony as her anus was forced to take the bombastic Phallus, immaterial or otherwise, that Mark has ever seen.

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