The camera is turned on showing a small kitchen with a domestic table in the foreground. The table is littered with dishes which Subject3, wearing a long t-shirt, is collecting up and placing in the sink. The Researcher is sitting in soft grey shirt and track pants and is looking at the table as if the laminate top contains a perplexing pattern.

"I have strayed from the research," he announces without looking at her, "I am sorry Subject3, I've behaved unprofessionally."

"Unprofessionally?" she repeats the word like it is offensive, "We are having sex, as you intended. Wasn't the intension of this to allow me to awaken my sexual appetite? I thought that we were accomplishing that?"

"Yes, that is true," he grimaces, "But it wasn't for me to awaken mine. I should be the vessel for you to use to have your sexuality blossom. The intention wasn't for me to corrupt you and have you reacting to my whims."

She looks at him but doesn't say anything.

"I'm molding you to meet my sexual needs," he fidgets his fingers, "It should be the other way around."

"I disagree with you," she smiles as she walks over and pushes herself between where he is sitting and the table, "But if you want me to use you, to explore my sexual needs then I can do that."

She lifts herself to sit on the table, splitting her legs wide. He is sitting between her spread knees.

"I mean," he drags his eyes from her splayed private parts that were now just below eye level, "In a more clinical way, following the methodology."

"Yes, Master," she agrees as she drops her hands out to lean backwards almost lying on the tabletop, "Are you still hungry, Master? You should finish your meal before we start."

He groans softly as she says his title. Before she's finished her invitation his fingers are probing her, gently spreading her, and his eyes exploring her. He touches her while examining her, his eyes eat up every detail as his fingers delve into her and coax her to a groan. He inserts two fingers, rotates them, pumps them and then adds another finger. He repeats the process then with four fingers inside he separates his fingers and enjoys the view then adds his thumb and forms a point before pushing his hand as deep as he can.

She gasps as he repeats the process gaining speed and intensity as she relaxes. Then, as his hand disappears up to his knuckles she starts bucking against the fist. He holds it against her and dips his head to suckle on the bud that is her clitoris.

She thrashes against him knocking the remaining items from the table. The plates fall the floor and smash but before the pieces land in their final resting place, she screams out, her back arched and her eyes closed.

Having her groaning on the table doesn't cause him to cease his actions. His wet hand is removed and is now resting on her abdomen, and his mouth has moved downwards to replace his fingers. His tongue licks up, slurping up, the resulting fluid from her organism. Her hands find his hair and from her reclined position she lifts her knees so that they almost in her armpits. With her splayed out like a Sunday Chicken Roast he lifts himself from the chair so that his whole face can disappear inside her. His tongue is everywhere, his nose and chin but against her, and his stubble abrade the soft skin and is felt by the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The result is yet another organism, shortly followed by a third.

With her melted on the table following her fourth explosion, he stands, wipes his face on the Tshirt he's just removed and pulls her to the very edge of the table. He drops his pants so that the elastic waistband is just under his scrotum and his arse is still covered by the fabric. Then, with her still spread wide and soaking wet in front of him, he penetrates her in one decisive movement. His hands drop to either side of her head and he thrust into her causing the table to creak and the legs to scrape along the floor. He doesn't seem to notice the complaints of the table. He watches her face as she unravels for a fifth time under the onslaught of his thrusts. The lubrication of her latest organism results in each thrust causing a wet sucking sound.

The table legs start to bend with the force that is being applied to them. Oblivious to everything he continues to pound into her, mindful only to the pleasure mounting within him. The table buckles as he thrust his final desperate heave and tetters, holding only as long as it takes for him to release. The legs fail, bent and ripped from the bolts that hold them, and the two who are still joined as one are sent floorward, and land in a heap outside the camera view.

The camera tripod is knocked and the camera falls. The final shot is a close frame of the Researcher's wet spent penis and Subject3's knee wedged firmly beneath.