Agnes is a 21-year old girl with small, delicate features, large almond eyes and a petite frame. She stands at around 5'5" tall and has a slim waist with a curvaceous bottom-heavy figure. Agnes has mid-length brown hair, usually kept in a tidy ponytail, and she has thick eye lashes fringing her prominent eyes, making them even larger. Her lips are full and lightly pink in colour; they rarely curl into anything close to a smile but when they do they add an air of innocence and naivety to her already unassuming face.
Agnes has been shy her entire life – often playing the background among groups of people and rarely taking on any kind of leadership role. She was consistently overlooked growing up in school and among family due to her introverted nature, but it didn't harm her too much – she was content with who she was and made friends easily with similar personalities.
Agnes' academic achievements earned her a place at the top-secret lab where she currently works as an intern. She was meticulous about every step that was taken, ensuring any mistakes or slip-ups would not occur while handling potentially dangerous materials.
She wears minimal makeup but she tries to keep her uniform neat and presentable – long white lab coats that reach past her knees complimenting by black slacks, buttoned up blouses, plain heeled shoes and low bun hairstyles. Although Agnes attempts to hide it beneath the stiff layers of clothing, many people have admired her figure – her hourglass shape being emphasized further by her curvaceous bottom and meaty ass with medium sized breasts that never seem far behind.
***
Agnes had been working at the top-secret lab for the last year. As an intern, it was uncommon that she got such an access, but because of her brilliant work she had been studying one of the most dangerous viruses, one that had only been seen once in the wild, causing immense permanent neurologic, physical and psychological changes in humans.
The virus in question is an emergent infectious disease that works by altering the brain's neurochemistry, in particular the regions responsible for gratification and sexuality. It causes an exaggerated increase in levels of neuropeptides such as dopamine which heighten feelings of pleasure, excitement and hyper-sexuality, making it difficult to resist any type of gratification. The virus also floods the central nervous system with epinephrine and a combination of stress hormones which drastically increases the individual’s physical arousal, resulting in an extreme and unresistable craving for immediate gratification.
Studies found that the virus extremely stimulates the nerve cells along the walls of the rectum garnering great pleasure. Furthermore, those areas are packed densely with nerve endings those are for some reason more receptive to the virus and therefore are more sensitive than other areas of sexual stimulation when under effects of the virus. Additionally, anal insertion activates both the internal and external sphincters, providing further sensation when stimulated as they stretch while being penetrated.
In essence, the virus dramatically increases an individual’s sex drive and intensity, which can then usually becomes focused on a single type of sexual activity, such as anal insertion. This way, it helps perpetuate itself by increasing its host’s need for further sexual stimulation - thus satisfying its own survival needs by driving its carriers to spread it to others during their unquenchable desire for further gratification.
Neurologically, the virus attacks the brain, leaving its victims in a mental state of delirium. They experience severe difficulty in controlling their bodily functions, including speech, and become enslaved to irrational emotions and impulses. Furthermore, they experience vivid hallucinations that only heighten their lustful cravings. This can lead them to engage in highly dangerous activities which put their health and safety at risk. Becuase of this it was classified as extremely dangerous.
It began innocently enough with Agnes handling a petri dish of the virus, wearing only a pair of gloves for protection. But then she felt it - something piercing her gloves. She quickly pulled her hands away, but not before the virus had entered her bloodstream. Instantly she felt pain shooting through her body followed by an intense heat radiating outwards from her core with increasing intensity.
But it wasn't until minutes later that she noticed the true effects of the virus. Her eyes were no longer hers - they had taken on a haunted and hungry look as if filled with unnamed terror. Her mind was muddled and confused and unable to control her body's movements or words as uncontrollable fear surged through her veins. She felt heat coursing through every cell - creating an insatiable urge to flee from whatever danger closed in upon her. All rational thought seemed lost; all she could think about was being anywhere but here.
Then the virus effects set on full scale.
Agnes felt like her body had been set on fire, an intense heat radiating outwards from her core like the sun’s cruel rays. She felt the virus coursing through her veins and invading every fiber of her being. It penetrated into the deepest and most primal recesses of her brain, entering even the thoughts she was unaware of. She had no control over her body or her mind. The burning lust was painfully throbbing through all her body and especially in a place she never thought about ever before.
The virus had complete control over her. An insatiable thirst and craving consumed her. Nothing else mattered now but fulfilling those lustful needs no matter what the cost may be.
The virus distorted Agnes' sense of reality and flooded her with vivid hallucinations, all she could focus on was the aching desires
She was consumed with wild abandon for effortless satisfaction for those desires that bubbled inside of her, threatening to burst out if suppressed for too long.
She stumbled around with frenzied delirium, feeling lost and desperate for any kind of safety that would alleviate the relentless fear which seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Her hands sought out anything familiar as if searching for some source of comfort but never finding it; instead, her fingers only added to the panicked chaos which amplified her terror like an ever-icky avalanche of dread without reprieve or refuge.
Agnes felt a deep heat radiating from her core, like molten lava coursing through her veins. It was an overwhelming sensation that was both painful and blissfully pleasurable all rolled into one. She felt a desperate, aching hunger for something more, something to chase away the ever-present fear that had become an unwelcome companion in her world.
Frustrated and overwhelmed by her own desires, Agnes desperately grasped for anything tangible that could bring her the momentary release she so badly desired. With trembling hand, she reached behing and under her jeans to find the object of pleasure she sought so desperately. Her finger feverishly explored her flesh but it quickly became apparent that mere fingertip caresses weren’t going to be enough to quench the insatiable thirst raging within her veins.
Desperately, Agnes began thrusting a finger deep within herself in a desperate attempt to find the source of pleasure she so desperately needed. She gasped as she felt the well of arousal within her growing with each frenzied movement, until it began spilling over the edge and new depths of pleasure were unleashed with every plunge of her finger. But it quickly became clear that no matter how much she felt herself rising towards an ecstatic peak, her finger was not enough to satisfy the burning need. She desperately needed more, bigger, deeper...
As Agnes mind and body were taken over by the dreadful virus, her thoughts screamed for gratification with a passion unseen before. As drastically as her urges altered, so did her tolerance to physical pleasure. She had tried to stall off the overwhelming sensation of need by stimulating her most forbidden area through simple fingertip caresses. But even that simple pleasure proved too much for her; her sensations overwhelmed her other senses and quickly convinced her that this was nowhere near enough.
Her eyes searched around the laboratory, desperately seeking something new - something more intense to help assuage the mounting heat coursing through every nerve-ending in her body. It was then that she noticed a peculiar metal cylinder standing erect in the center of the room. At first she shuddered in fear of the cylinder's size and shape but the virus's corruption drove her forward, ever relentless towards its goal.
Agnes moved closer to it, her skin prickling with anticipation. In panic yet with a smoldering enthusiasm, she parted open a jar of lubricant and poured it generously over its smooth surface.
Agnes felt her heart racing as with difficulty and bad coordination she walked closer to the metal cylinder. She couldn't believe she was actually considering doing this. Desperation and fear filled her veins but somehow, the virus kept pushing her on, pushing her forward despite everything else that screamed to not do it inside of her mind.
She unbuttoned and slowly pulled her black tight jeans down, lowering them to her knees, exposing her big ass and small black thong. When the cold air contacted her meaty buttocks, instantly, a shudder ran through her body - part fear, part arousal. She paused for a moment, trying to regain her composure but the overwhelming wave of excitement was too much and all rational thought quickly disappeared like so much smoke in the wind.
Agnes felt her heart racing with fear and excitement as she hesitantly lowered her body into a squat right above the cylinder, her buttcheeks spreading apart and revealing her most private area in a very exposed position. She swallowed hard, feeling the intense heat pulsing through her body creating an insatiable hunger for gratification. Her hands trembled with anticipation, as she slowly pulled her thong to one side, baring her most intimate flesh for what was about to come.
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as the courage began to build within her, before quickly reaching for the jar of oil and applying it generously on and around her tightly shut orifice that was throbbing with desire. The cool oil immediately flooded her senses with an intoxicating smell that seemed to spark something primal within her and left her feeling dazed with desire.
Agnes felt both fear and excitement as she spread her meaty buttocks and attempted to sink onto the metal cylinder, her shallow breaths quickly turning into labored exhalations as she tried desperately to make herself fit onto its large size. She tried impaling herself but with each attempt, a sob of pain ripped from her throat as her most intimate flesh felt the cold metal stretching it.
Trembling with anticipation and nervousness, despite the pain Agnes tried her best to relax her tight muscle and sink herself further down onto the pole. But as much as she tried to push herself, the size incompatibility made it impossible - no matter how hard she tried the pain of stretching always made her quit.
The sensation of being partly on and partly off of it flooded her senses with a mix of fear and arousal like never before - both terrified because of how deep this experience could take her, but also too overcome with desire to pull away from it completely.
Fearfully she hung there for a few moments trying to adjust to the overwhelming realization of the situation that now filled her mind unbidden. In a small and fleeing rational part of her brain, she knew that this experience would be intensely painful, but the virus had taken control and pushed aside every thought of logical reasoning or consequence. All that remained was a burning thirst for gratification that that seemed to be escalating more and more as time passed by in a dizzying wave of heightened excitement.
She felt like she was in the deepest, darkest part of her mind, the virus having taken complete control. There were no longer any rational thoughts left in her brain. The only thing that remained was a dizzying wave of delirious hallucinations.
Agnes desperately exhaled and braced herself for what she was about to do as she spread her buttocks wide and tried to sink onto the pole again with increased determination and abandon of any critical thought. She gasped as it began to open up her unyielding orifice and filled her with undiluted agony.
But even the wildest and delirious hallucinations this couldn’t divert Agnes’ attention away from the unbearable stretching agony that began to slowly build up within her tight ring of muscle. The virus seemed to recognize this and hallucinated her into percieving this as pleasure and relentlessly encouraged her mind with an overflow of hormones, seeming to know it would bring complete submission from its host.
Eyes wide open and rolled up in wanton lust, saliva drooling from her mouth, Agnes continued impaling herself further down on the metal cylinder, again and again, plunging further and further into an unknown world of ecstasy. She no longer cared about how much it hurt or what she was doing; all that mattered was satisfying the overwhelming craving that had feverishly taken control over her body and mind.
Agnes felt her trembling legs and arms become immobile as the virus reached its fever pitch of intoxication. She opened her mouth and screamed in pain, breaking through the trance-like state as she fully realized what was happening to her. Tears started streaming from her eyes, burning tracks down her cheeks as anguish filled her entire being.
Suddenly a new wave of heat surged through her veins and filled every fiber in her body with raw unadulterated pleasure, as the virus tried to regain control over her mind, washing away all traces of fear in one powerful shockwave. The virus flooded her entire being with the unbearable onslaught of pleasure enough to make it difficult even to utter a single word.
Agnes screamed out again in total abandon as she grabbed her ass cheeks with desperation, painfully shoving her fingerinails into her meaty flesh, welcoming the sensation with each hump of her meaty hips against the metal cylinder while feral lust took complete and utter control over her movements. Every conscious thought was fogged away by the powerful bliss as she sat down onto the pole with all of her weight, again and again, seemingly levitating on oscillating waves of ecstasy that made her body rise up and slam down with all her weight and that seemed to keep increasing until it finally engulfed every last drop of her rational mind.
Time ceased to exist in that moment as Agnes cried out loud; tears now blurred by an overpowering euphoria which had engulfed every part of her being coupled with intense sensations beyond anything she ever thought possible. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore -- no logical thoughts, no moral obligations now held any meaning for her anymore as this intense passion seemed to reach a crescendo within her brain.
Finally, Agnes' screams became feral as the virus won its complete victory over every inch of her mind; leaving only the visceral pleasure encapsulating her soul as it kept intensifying beyond humanly reason. Until eventually reaching its peak, before fading into blissful darkness.
Agnes felt as though she would burst from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins. With one feral scream of desperation, she slammed her entire body weight onto the metal cylinder, making it slip through her gentle orifice that has finally lost this agonyzing battle, making it brutally invade her her petite frame and very being until it's smooth head filled her most intimate depths completely.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pain was so intense it forced her to arch her back and grip tightly onto her butt cheeks in an effort to not collapse. She groaned like a mad animal through gritted teeth, splashing her saliva.
Agnes felt her entire body seizing with unbearably excruciating pain, like it was overflowing in every vein of hers. She felt like she was going to split apart if she wont get off the pole, yet the virus held her firmly in place while a wave of intense desires kept overrunning her conscious mind, refusing to let go. She screamed out in desperation as the searing pain in her asshole overtook her, her thighs and buttocks convulsing as every nerve lit up in sensation.
She wanted to slide off of the pole, the pain now becoming unbearable, but the virus made it impossible; forcing her to maintain the pose. Being unable to relieve the shattering agony, she was forced to take it, to endure it despite everthing.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as the pain intensified with each shuddering thrust downwards. She felt like she was going to faint from the extreme sensations flooding through her body. Her gasps and cries became desperate pleas for reprieve. Tears now streamed from her eyes as fear and pleasure merged into one overwhelming sensation that threatened to consume her entirely.
The sensation of being impaled and filled by the pole beyond what she thought was possible was mind-wrecking. She felt like a caged animal, impaled, desperately struggling to find an escape from the wild sensations ravaging through her body.
Agnes felt like she was about to be snapped in two pieces as the virus took full control of her, making her raise a bit and them slam her petite fram down on the unyielding metal pole until the flurry of sensations and emotions slowly began building up in her head like a never-ending pressure cooker. Her body shook with each growing wave of pleasure until eventually it seemed as if nothing mattered anymore. Her body yielded to the overpowering delirium of the virus, making her shift all her weight onto the pole.
Agnes screamed out in harsh sobbing breaths as wild tremors surged through her body and her eyes rolled upwards. She clung desperately onto the pole, her entire being shaking and trembling with delicate contortion as if no other thing existed beside this burning agony that engulfed her very soul. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks while frantic screams echoed inside the laboratory, slowly turning into grotesque growls as foam started coming out of her mouth.
Suddenly she felt an unknown relief flooding through every nerve end and muscle of her body as she trembled between life an death like a beautiful wild animal battered yet still divine in its essence. As suddenly as it had begun, the intensity started fading away leaving behind a vague feeling of satisfaction within her depths. Agnes sighed deeply as the last waves of pleasure overtook her senses and with a rush like electricity running up to her brain, she blacked out.
***
Hours later the all-female emergency squad entered the laboratory in a flurry of confusion and chaos, their eyes quickly taking in the surreal scene before them. On the floor was Agnes, lying still and unconscious with her jeans at her ankles and her black thong moved to the side.
A thick metal cylinder viciously stood upright on the floor, all covered in oil. Her back was arched in a peculiar position and her face was clenched in a grimace of pain and pleasure that seemed both foreign and familiar to the experienced eyes of the troop. Agnes was still convulsing and whimpering.
The silence of shock filled the room as they all processed what had just happened. Finally, one of them spoke up in disbelief, "Did she... Did she… impale herself on that pole?” The other squad members could only stare silently, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing.
The fear of contamination hung heavy in the air as they quickly scanned themselves for any symptoms of infection from the virus.
Suddenly they all heard a low feral growl coming from Agnes' lips and saw her tremble violently beneath their eyes as uncontrollable waves of pleasure crashed through her body without restraint. Her legs shook fervently as strong groans slipped through her lips.
The troop stepped back quickly, scouting around nervously for some kind of solution as Agnes began muttering something indecipherable between breaths - with each spoke syllable seeming to increase its influence over her body senses. It didn’t take long for them to understand that Agnes' state wasn't going to disappear anytime soon.
Virus scanner beeped - results were positive. They were being slowly consumed by the virus too, feeling their own emotions swirling out of control as it took hold deep within their veins. The squad leaders, Vanessa's last conscious decision was to enforce complete chamber lockdown and enable virus breakout protocols. As the chamber doors shut down, trapping the emergency squad inside the laboratory chamber, sanity left their eyes.
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Agnes has been shy her entire life – often playing the background among groups of people and rarely taking on any kind of leadership role. She was consistently overlooked growing up in school and among family due to her introverted nature, but it didn't harm her too much – she was content with who she was and made friends easily with similar personalities.
Agnes' academic achievements earned her a place at the top-secret lab where she currently works as an intern. She was meticulous about every step that was taken, ensuring any mistakes or slip-ups would not occur while handling potentially dangerous materials.
She wears minimal makeup but she tries to keep her uniform neat and presentable – long white lab coats that reach past her knees complimenting by black slacks, buttoned up blouses, plain heeled shoes and low bun hairstyles. Although Agnes attempts to hide it beneath the stiff layers of clothing, many people have admired her figure – her hourglass shape being emphasized further by her curvaceous bottom and meaty ass with medium sized breasts that never seem far behind.
***
Agnes had been working at the top-secret lab for the last year. As an intern, it was uncommon that she got such an access, but because of her brilliant work she had been studying one of the most dangerous viruses, one that had only been seen once in the wild, causing immense permanent neurologic, physical and psychological changes in humans.
The virus in question is an emergent infectious disease that works by altering the brain's neurochemistry, in particular the regions responsible for gratification and sexuality. It causes an exaggerated increase in levels of neuropeptides such as dopamine which heighten feelings of pleasure, excitement and hyper-sexuality, making it difficult to resist any type of gratification. The virus also floods the central nervous system with epinephrine and a combination of stress hormones which drastically increases the individual’s physical arousal, resulting in an extreme and unresistable craving for immediate gratification.
Studies found that the virus extremely stimulates the nerve cells along the walls of the rectum garnering great pleasure. Furthermore, those areas are packed densely with nerve endings those are for some reason more receptive to the virus and therefore are more sensitive than other areas of sexual stimulation when under effects of the virus. Additionally, anal insertion activates both the internal and external sphincters, providing further sensation when stimulated as they stretch while being penetrated.
In essence, the virus dramatically increases an individual’s sex drive and intensity, which can then usually becomes focused on a single type of sexual activity, such as anal insertion. This way, it helps perpetuate itself by increasing its host’s need for further sexual stimulation - thus satisfying its own survival needs by driving its carriers to spread it to others during their unquenchable desire for further gratification.
Neurologically, the virus attacks the brain, leaving its victims in a mental state of delirium. They experience severe difficulty in controlling their bodily functions, including speech, and become enslaved to irrational emotions and impulses. Furthermore, they experience vivid hallucinations that only heighten their lustful cravings. This can lead them to engage in highly dangerous activities which put their health and safety at risk. Becuase of this it was classified as extremely dangerous.
It began innocently enough with Agnes handling a petri dish of the virus, wearing only a pair of gloves for protection. But then she felt it - something piercing her gloves. She quickly pulled her hands away, but not before the virus had entered her bloodstream. Instantly she felt pain shooting through her body followed by an intense heat radiating outwards from her core with increasing intensity.
But it wasn't until minutes later that she noticed the true effects of the virus. Her eyes were no longer hers - they had taken on a haunted and hungry look as if filled with unnamed terror. Her mind was muddled and confused and unable to control her body's movements or words as uncontrollable fear surged through her veins. She felt heat coursing through every cell - creating an insatiable urge to flee from whatever danger closed in upon her. All rational thought seemed lost; all she could think about was being anywhere but here.
Then the virus effects set on full scale.
Agnes felt like her body had been set on fire, an intense heat radiating outwards from her core like the sun’s cruel rays. She felt the virus coursing through her veins and invading every fiber of her being. It penetrated into the deepest and most primal recesses of her brain, entering even the thoughts she was unaware of. She had no control over her body or her mind. The burning lust was painfully throbbing through all her body and especially in a place she never thought about ever before.
The virus had complete control over her. An insatiable thirst and craving consumed her. Nothing else mattered now but fulfilling those lustful needs no matter what the cost may be.
The virus distorted Agnes' sense of reality and flooded her with vivid hallucinations, all she could focus on was the aching desires
She was consumed with wild abandon for effortless satisfaction for those desires that bubbled inside of her, threatening to burst out if suppressed for too long.
She stumbled around with frenzied delirium, feeling lost and desperate for any kind of safety that would alleviate the relentless fear which seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. Her hands sought out anything familiar as if searching for some source of comfort but never finding it; instead, her fingers only added to the panicked chaos which amplified her terror like an ever-icky avalanche of dread without reprieve or refuge.
Agnes felt a deep heat radiating from her core, like molten lava coursing through her veins. It was an overwhelming sensation that was both painful and blissfully pleasurable all rolled into one. She felt a desperate, aching hunger for something more, something to chase away the ever-present fear that had become an unwelcome companion in her world.
Frustrated and overwhelmed by her own desires, Agnes desperately grasped for anything tangible that could bring her the momentary release she so badly desired. With trembling hand, she reached behing and under her jeans to find the object of pleasure she sought so desperately. Her finger feverishly explored her flesh but it quickly became apparent that mere fingertip caresses weren’t going to be enough to quench the insatiable thirst raging within her veins.
Desperately, Agnes began thrusting a finger deep within herself in a desperate attempt to find the source of pleasure she so desperately needed. She gasped as she felt the well of arousal within her growing with each frenzied movement, until it began spilling over the edge and new depths of pleasure were unleashed with every plunge of her finger. But it quickly became clear that no matter how much she felt herself rising towards an ecstatic peak, her finger was not enough to satisfy the burning need. She desperately needed more, bigger, deeper...
As Agnes mind and body were taken over by the dreadful virus, her thoughts screamed for gratification with a passion unseen before. As drastically as her urges altered, so did her tolerance to physical pleasure. She had tried to stall off the overwhelming sensation of need by stimulating her most forbidden area through simple fingertip caresses. But even that simple pleasure proved too much for her; her sensations overwhelmed her other senses and quickly convinced her that this was nowhere near enough.
Her eyes searched around the laboratory, desperately seeking something new - something more intense to help assuage the mounting heat coursing through every nerve-ending in her body. It was then that she noticed a peculiar metal cylinder standing erect in the center of the room. At first she shuddered in fear of the cylinder's size and shape but the virus's corruption drove her forward, ever relentless towards its goal.
Agnes moved closer to it, her skin prickling with anticipation. In panic yet with a smoldering enthusiasm, she parted open a jar of lubricant and poured it generously over its smooth surface.
Agnes felt her heart racing as with difficulty and bad coordination she walked closer to the metal cylinder. She couldn't believe she was actually considering doing this. Desperation and fear filled her veins but somehow, the virus kept pushing her on, pushing her forward despite everything else that screamed to not do it inside of her mind.
She unbuttoned and slowly pulled her black tight jeans down, lowering them to her knees, exposing her big ass and small black thong. When the cold air contacted her meaty buttocks, instantly, a shudder ran through her body - part fear, part arousal. She paused for a moment, trying to regain her composure but the overwhelming wave of excitement was too much and all rational thought quickly disappeared like so much smoke in the wind.
Agnes felt her heart racing with fear and excitement as she hesitantly lowered her body into a squat right above the cylinder, her buttcheeks spreading apart and revealing her most private area in a very exposed position. She swallowed hard, feeling the intense heat pulsing through her body creating an insatiable hunger for gratification. Her hands trembled with anticipation, as she slowly pulled her thong to one side, baring her most intimate flesh for what was about to come.
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as the courage began to build within her, before quickly reaching for the jar of oil and applying it generously on and around her tightly shut orifice that was throbbing with desire. The cool oil immediately flooded her senses with an intoxicating smell that seemed to spark something primal within her and left her feeling dazed with desire.
Agnes felt both fear and excitement as she spread her meaty buttocks and attempted to sink onto the metal cylinder, her shallow breaths quickly turning into labored exhalations as she tried desperately to make herself fit onto its large size. She tried impaling herself but with each attempt, a sob of pain ripped from her throat as her most intimate flesh felt the cold metal stretching it.
Trembling with anticipation and nervousness, despite the pain Agnes tried her best to relax her tight muscle and sink herself further down onto the pole. But as much as she tried to push herself, the size incompatibility made it impossible - no matter how hard she tried the pain of stretching always made her quit.
The sensation of being partly on and partly off of it flooded her senses with a mix of fear and arousal like never before - both terrified because of how deep this experience could take her, but also too overcome with desire to pull away from it completely.
Fearfully she hung there for a few moments trying to adjust to the overwhelming realization of the situation that now filled her mind unbidden. In a small and fleeing rational part of her brain, she knew that this experience would be intensely painful, but the virus had taken control and pushed aside every thought of logical reasoning or consequence. All that remained was a burning thirst for gratification that that seemed to be escalating more and more as time passed by in a dizzying wave of heightened excitement.
She felt like she was in the deepest, darkest part of her mind, the virus having taken complete control. There were no longer any rational thoughts left in her brain. The only thing that remained was a dizzying wave of delirious hallucinations.
Agnes desperately exhaled and braced herself for what she was about to do as she spread her buttocks wide and tried to sink onto the pole again with increased determination and abandon of any critical thought. She gasped as it began to open up her unyielding orifice and filled her with undiluted agony.
But even the wildest and delirious hallucinations this couldn’t divert Agnes’ attention away from the unbearable stretching agony that began to slowly build up within her tight ring of muscle. The virus seemed to recognize this and hallucinated her into percieving this as pleasure and relentlessly encouraged her mind with an overflow of hormones, seeming to know it would bring complete submission from its host.
Eyes wide open and rolled up in wanton lust, saliva drooling from her mouth, Agnes continued impaling herself further down on the metal cylinder, again and again, plunging further and further into an unknown world of ecstasy. She no longer cared about how much it hurt or what she was doing; all that mattered was satisfying the overwhelming craving that had feverishly taken control over her body and mind.
Agnes felt her trembling legs and arms become immobile as the virus reached its fever pitch of intoxication. She opened her mouth and screamed in pain, breaking through the trance-like state as she fully realized what was happening to her. Tears started streaming from her eyes, burning tracks down her cheeks as anguish filled her entire being.
Suddenly a new wave of heat surged through her veins and filled every fiber in her body with raw unadulterated pleasure, as the virus tried to regain control over her mind, washing away all traces of fear in one powerful shockwave. The virus flooded her entire being with the unbearable onslaught of pleasure enough to make it difficult even to utter a single word.
Agnes screamed out again in total abandon as she grabbed her ass cheeks with desperation, painfully shoving her fingerinails into her meaty flesh, welcoming the sensation with each hump of her meaty hips against the metal cylinder while feral lust took complete and utter control over her movements. Every conscious thought was fogged away by the powerful bliss as she sat down onto the pole with all of her weight, again and again, seemingly levitating on oscillating waves of ecstasy that made her body rise up and slam down with all her weight and that seemed to keep increasing until it finally engulfed every last drop of her rational mind.
Time ceased to exist in that moment as Agnes cried out loud; tears now blurred by an overpowering euphoria which had engulfed every part of her being coupled with intense sensations beyond anything she ever thought possible. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore -- no logical thoughts, no moral obligations now held any meaning for her anymore as this intense passion seemed to reach a crescendo within her brain.
Finally, Agnes' screams became feral as the virus won its complete victory over every inch of her mind; leaving only the visceral pleasure encapsulating her soul as it kept intensifying beyond humanly reason. Until eventually reaching its peak, before fading into blissful darkness.
Agnes felt as though she would burst from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins. With one feral scream of desperation, she slammed her entire body weight onto the metal cylinder, making it slip through her gentle orifice that has finally lost this agonyzing battle, making it brutally invade her her petite frame and very being until it's smooth head filled her most intimate depths completely.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as the pain was so intense it forced her to arch her back and grip tightly onto her butt cheeks in an effort to not collapse. She groaned like a mad animal through gritted teeth, splashing her saliva.
Agnes felt her entire body seizing with unbearably excruciating pain, like it was overflowing in every vein of hers. She felt like she was going to split apart if she wont get off the pole, yet the virus held her firmly in place while a wave of intense desires kept overrunning her conscious mind, refusing to let go. She screamed out in desperation as the searing pain in her asshole overtook her, her thighs and buttocks convulsing as every nerve lit up in sensation.
She wanted to slide off of the pole, the pain now becoming unbearable, but the virus made it impossible; forcing her to maintain the pose. Being unable to relieve the shattering agony, she was forced to take it, to endure it despite everthing.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as the pain intensified with each shuddering thrust downwards. She felt like she was going to faint from the extreme sensations flooding through her body. Her gasps and cries became desperate pleas for reprieve. Tears now streamed from her eyes as fear and pleasure merged into one overwhelming sensation that threatened to consume her entirely.
The sensation of being impaled and filled by the pole beyond what she thought was possible was mind-wrecking. She felt like a caged animal, impaled, desperately struggling to find an escape from the wild sensations ravaging through her body.
Agnes felt like she was about to be snapped in two pieces as the virus took full control of her, making her raise a bit and them slam her petite fram down on the unyielding metal pole until the flurry of sensations and emotions slowly began building up in her head like a never-ending pressure cooker. Her body shook with each growing wave of pleasure until eventually it seemed as if nothing mattered anymore. Her body yielded to the overpowering delirium of the virus, making her shift all her weight onto the pole.
Agnes screamed out in harsh sobbing breaths as wild tremors surged through her body and her eyes rolled upwards. She clung desperately onto the pole, her entire being shaking and trembling with delicate contortion as if no other thing existed beside this burning agony that engulfed her very soul. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks while frantic screams echoed inside the laboratory, slowly turning into grotesque growls as foam started coming out of her mouth.
Suddenly she felt an unknown relief flooding through every nerve end and muscle of her body as she trembled between life an death like a beautiful wild animal battered yet still divine in its essence. As suddenly as it had begun, the intensity started fading away leaving behind a vague feeling of satisfaction within her depths. Agnes sighed deeply as the last waves of pleasure overtook her senses and with a rush like electricity running up to her brain, she blacked out.
***
Hours later the all-female emergency squad entered the laboratory in a flurry of confusion and chaos, their eyes quickly taking in the surreal scene before them. On the floor was Agnes, lying still and unconscious with her jeans at her ankles and her black thong moved to the side.
A thick metal cylinder viciously stood upright on the floor, all covered in oil. Her back was arched in a peculiar position and her face was clenched in a grimace of pain and pleasure that seemed both foreign and familiar to the experienced eyes of the troop. Agnes was still convulsing and whimpering.
The silence of shock filled the room as they all processed what had just happened. Finally, one of them spoke up in disbelief, "Did she... Did she… impale herself on that pole?” The other squad members could only stare silently, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing.
The fear of contamination hung heavy in the air as they quickly scanned themselves for any symptoms of infection from the virus.
Suddenly they all heard a low feral growl coming from Agnes' lips and saw her tremble violently beneath their eyes as uncontrollable waves of pleasure crashed through her body without restraint. Her legs shook fervently as strong groans slipped through her lips.
The troop stepped back quickly, scouting around nervously for some kind of solution as Agnes began muttering something indecipherable between breaths - with each spoke syllable seeming to increase its influence over her body senses. It didn’t take long for them to understand that Agnes' state wasn't going to disappear anytime soon.
Virus scanner beeped - results were positive. They were being slowly consumed by the virus too, feeling their own emotions swirling out of control as it took hold deep within their veins. The squad leaders, Vanessa's last conscious decision was to enforce complete chamber lockdown and enable virus breakout protocols. As the chamber doors shut down, trapping the emergency squad inside the laboratory chamber, sanity left their eyes.
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