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| As plazmasniper2 stepped out of the cloning machine, I couldn't help but to gaze at his still steaming body, chiseling abs and wet hair. From under his bangs a pair of curious light blue eyes was seemingly looking into the nothingness, but really subconciously i knew - he was waiting for my next move. I blushed trying to keep my eyes from looking down, but i physically couldn't stop myself. I felt a twitch in my panties. His perfect nose, a beauty mark right under and red puffy lips. He grinned in a seductive, bratty manner as i kept going down and down, onto his bulky shoulders, perfectly round small pink nipples settled on a big wide chest like two diamonds on display - as i kept going down onto his abs I felt myself leak a little. He took a step closer growling as I could finally smell his sweet sweaty odor combined with the cloning juices. But that wasn't the only thing filling the air - I could physically feel the intent, the raw sexual tension and desire in the air. I couldn't dare look lower. I closed my eyes and with a single tear flowing from my eye started going down to my knees. The cold sterile floor of the lab couldn't match the heat of desire i felt at that time as he kept inching closer and closer... To be continued.
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| Only his hot breathing and slow steps echoing through the lab broke the tense silence. I finally looked at it and I couldn't get a single word out. As he stopped inches away from my face I saw precum leaking from the massive pink head - if you asked me at that time I would have thought it's a giant snake with a single eye. The veins looked like roads and the shaft wiggled a bit before standing upright. It covered my face with a long shadow and I gulped nervously.
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| "W-wait! - I finally muttered - "B-but you-!"
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| "But I **what**?" - He grinned even harder clearly taking pleasure in my fear. To him I was prey. - "Wasn't supposed to turn out like this huh?"
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| He laughed as my soft cheecks touched the ground and I started panting.
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| "T-the calculations must have been wrong..." - I said as I started slithering away on my butt. - "You don't understand! I made you to-!"
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| "To be your cocksleeve, huh? You think that's what you wanted. But the disproportion in testosterone in the mix wasn't a mistake." - His eyes now resembled those of a hawk. - "You subconciously did it, but with purpose. I know this, because you created me to think like you."
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| "W-we can talk about it!" - I cried out desperately.
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| "There will be no talking, slut. I'll give you what you really want."
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| Plazmasniper2 slapped his titanic, bulbous cock. The sounds resembled a whirring engine. Panicked, I started looking for a way to freedom. This **isn't** what I wanted at all! To my right, above my head I saw a red danger switch. I launched for it and before plazmasniper2 could grab me I managed to flip it. As he pinned me down he growled and whispered:
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| "This changes nothing, whore."
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| Just then the two-part door hissed and opened, and in it I saw the powerful figure of Crossmayday, my personal bodyguard. I sighed in relief as plazmasniper2 let go off me, stood upright and cracked his knuckles. The two stared eachother down for a few seconds and I noticed Crossmayday's pants were bulging a little. To be continued...
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| "Heh... I can see the issue, professor Plazma." - said Crossmayday. - "But don't worry. His little muscles won't help him - when i'm done with this twink, he will be begging for more."
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| Plazmasniper2 tilted his head back, his huge manly paws resting at his sides and simply laughed. He then turned his head back to me and grunted:
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| "Run while you can, little bitch! You don't have much time but frankly I enjoy toying with you."
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| My legs were trembling but with the help of the wall I managed to stand up. Only then I realized my pants were wet and smelt of piss. My face felt hot as I turned a bright red, still taking in fast breaths of the hot air. Crossmayday, however, paid no more attention to me. In the mix of smells in horror I've now recognized a new aroma - the sweet, slightly salty smell of ejaculate. I backed away rapidly as the two titans clashed, grabbing at eachother. Shaking with fear I made a run for the door at the other side of the room - but I couldn't leave. The seed of depravity was already planted in my head. I tried to force myself not to look but just thinking of my clone's sceptre filled me with lust and made my hole oily from sweat. As I gave in and turned my head, Crossmayday was pinned against the wall - still holding onto whatever strenght he had left, though clearly that was fading as his face turned from confident to hopeless. Plazmasniper2's cock was now rock hard and rubbing against my bodyguard's belly leaving clear strands of sticky liquid all over his tactical vest. His mouth was watering. As he pushed him harder against the wall, trapping his arms in his deadly grip, he stood on his toes. His beautiful, bulbous sweaty sack was now resting on top of Crossmayday's bulge covering it completly. The head of the shaft was within tongue's reach, almost touching the now powerless man's chin. He turned his head to the side trying to avoid what was inevitable. Just then the evil clone grunted:
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| "Hngh! Feel like giving up yet?!"
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| "N-never! P-professo-"
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| "N-never! Professor Plazma, run for it! I-i can't hold him back much longer!"
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| Those words made me finally come to my senses. I jumped for the door panel, and as they opened with a hiss I took one last look at Crossmayday. His hands weren't trembling anymore. He wasn't struggling. His head slowly turned towards the leaking tip of plazmasniper2's mighty manhood, who with a satisfied grin whispered:
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| "I see you've learnt your place."
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| Ad my bodyguard's gaze softened, a hint of acceptance creeped onto his face. The hazel eyes, thick eyebrows with a slit and narrow lips and nose now resembled a thinking ancient statue. I tried to gather myself to thank the man, but when i opened my mouth he stopped me:
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| "It's okay, Professor. Don't worry about me."
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| The giant pinning him down took great pleasure in the submission. I silently nodded and ran out of the room: the last thing I heard was the thud of Crossmayday dropping to his knees and the merciless plaps paired with coughing, choking and moans. He sacrificed himself for my getaway... But where should I have headed?
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| A) Telecommunications
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| B) Armory
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| C) Engine Room
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| D) Monitoring Room
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