Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

[DamianRuyin]

Day 1:
Two men are seen walking towards a terminal. One is an older male dressed in a fine business suit, the other is a young man who is wearing a tight flight suit. The young man chuckles as he responds to the older man. “I am telling you, zero gravity had its benefits too. Imagine floating around the cabin, doing absolutely nothing” The older man grins as he pads his shoulder. “You always where a bit of a dreamer. The young man’s stops and takes a look at the sight beyond the window. A large shuttle is being prepped for launch. “The liberty” He whispers as his mind wonders of for a few minutes. After a few second he turns around and continues their chat. “I am kind of disappointed Alicia is not here to see me off. She used to tell me to shoot off, I guess she got what she wanted. The two men laugh for a few seconds as the enter the next room.

At the mentioning of Alicia the older male’s eyes fix sharply at the young man’s. “I heard you have been granted a Mark II prototype to keep yourself occupied out there.” The young man’s grin was almost too wide for his face to hold. “Jealous old man? Although a bit out-dated, she gets the job done” The Mark II was a second generation of Cloned humans. They were designed to fulfil simple tasks or help with routine procedures. It was wildly know that a Mark II could be used for other purposes as well. “Yes about that Lance. I have taken the liberty to alter your shipment. I am sure you will like what you find there” At those words the young man stops speaking. Edward was influential man, but could he pull off something like this. The expression in his eyes confirmed his question. The two men continue to speak for at least a few more minutes until a emotionless voice is heard on the intercom. “Lieutenant Lancius Ronald Carther, Please report to hangar bay 7-a” The two men exchange handshakes and go their separate ways.

Day 2:
A loud scream is heard as Lance woke up. Waking up in a strange environment was something he would have to get used to. Pulling on his work clothed, which consisted of a tight spandex grey outfit with small metallic plugs on the chest and back. He stepped out of his cabin and made his way towards the cargo bay, occasionally jumping as 0,8 Gravity could help one get a spring behind the boot. Opening the cargo bay was a bit of a disappointment to the young man. Large crates where spread across the large bay. Each one would have to be used and tested in space. It would take a long time, but the pay was good. After a bit of searching he found a large crate, it was odd because of the ventilation system that was built into it. Minutes later he had entered the correct commands and the lid removed itself. Peeking inside he found a woman, if a sight like her could be described as a mere woman. She was half naked, covered only with a small and almost cat suit like tank top and shorts. Her skin was a perfect almond shade, and her curves were almost inhuman. Perfect 36DD breast that defied gravity itself, they showed no signs of sagging and seemed to stand up perfectly. Her narrow waist was almost alien like alluring. And her face, it was a perfect replica of his older sister. It took the young man some time to stop staring at the perfect creature.

The young man began to read the notes his Brother in law had left for him. Simple instructions and a few warnings. Seconds later he had activated the device and her protective casing removed itself. A large intake of air was heard, and her life support equipment released itself.

Grinning the young man placed his hand on the clones face and spoke. “I think I shall call you Alicia”

 

[Lime]

Day 1:

Her mind felt fuzzy. Something was desperately wrong, but she had no clue what it was. Slowly, her eyes opened and blinked. Not a hint of light, she was in absolute and total darkness. Who was she? She stretched, but her arms and legs rapidly hit a wall of some sort.

Everything felt wrong. Even her body felt wrong. But I don’t know why, she thought. The girl panicked and almost immediately, her muscles stiffened and locked up.

Time passed slowly. Her world was small, dark, and oh so quiet. She could hear her heart beat and listening to that sound, the girl drifted to sleep. Her dreams were terrifying, filled with faceless shadows and angry arguments.

Day 2:

She woke. Tears glistened on her long, dark lashes, but the girl could not see them. Her hair fell in a black waterfall, straight and thick. If the girl had known this, it would only have distressed her. While her memories were disjoined, broken, she somehow knew she had curly hair with a coppery hue. Her almond eyes had a faint almost Asiatic slant, which again, if she had known would have destroyed her equinity. You see, the girl remembered emerald green eyes. She thought of herself as a tall girl, around 5’7” with fair skin. But while her height remained the same, the skin tone of this girl was clearly that of a Latina princess.

So the girl was spared the wrongness of her hair, eyes, and skin tone for the small narrow world in which she existed was black and dark.

But she could still sense the wrongness of her body. The curves of her figure seemed larger, deeper than she remembered. She could smell a hint of wood and maybe an almost oily quality to the air. Her head shifted back and forth as she tried to force her thoughts to focus. Then finally, her eyes opened and she remembered. She was Alicia Wilson nee Carther. And the last thing she remembered was having a terrible fight with her husband.

Somehow, Alicia knew that she was locked in a box and panic struck. She parted her lush lipped mouth and tried to scream for help. What came out was all wrong. It wasn’t ‘help’ that echoed in the tight, confined space, but an almost animalistic cry that left her vocal cords numb with pain from even trying to use her voice. Worse, her muscles again locked up and she could not move; she could only lay there listening to the sound of her panicked breathing.

Some minutes later, she heard the sound of a wooden lid being shifted. Her eyes were open, but her view remained dark. Air and coolness rushed in and she wanted to reach up to find a way out. Her body remained soft and pliable, but with muscles that refused to function.

She heard a frighteningly familiar voice say, “I think I shall call you Alicia.”

The girl wanted to scream, “I am Alicia.” But she could only lay there in desperate silence.

 

[DamianRuyin]

The next couple of minutes where spend trying to lift Alicia from the crate, although a bit undignified. The young man placed her on a large Titanium plate which seemed to hover in mid-air. Not only did it hold her weight just fine, it did not even waver from the added weight. Lance proceeded to push his new ‘wares’ to her new destination. He placed her gently on a chair. The chair had a dentist like feel to it, and was used mostly to repair robotic devices. The young man could not stop staring at her visage. The familiarity of it was driving him mad. Her voluptuous body was more than a mere human could possibly withstand. But her face, the perfectly sculptured mask of familiarity was all he could stare at.

It was a running joke between him and brother in law’s that whoever dated his older sister would be the luckiest man alive. Every time he knew his sister dates someone else, he would get that familiar feeling in his gut. Jealousy. Growing up from child to teenager was hard for the young man. His family gifted with fine looks and a certain sensual grace. His elder sister was no exception to this trait, excelling in it even. Many nights where spend on fantasizing about her perfect shape. Once during a Christmas party, in a heavy intoxicated moment, he had told her husband of his childhood fantasy. The had spent an hour or so talking about her, although the young man did most of the complimenting. Now it would seem that Edward had pulled of the ultimate joke. He would be alone in space for a very long time. His only company would be a basic Mark II clone for some sexual relief. “That old charlatan” Lance said as he grinned. If he thought her face or his moral and ethical standards would keep him from ‘investigating’ this fine piece of engineering further, he had it dead wrong. This would be better that a simple clone. The chance of fulfilling his boyhood desires would be something that would mark him as a man. He let his index finger trace a line on the side of her abdomen, causing her body to shiver slightly. Noticing her reaction he grinned from ear to ear.

Sweat rand down his back as he moved from one place to another. He had never pushed himself this hard before in his life. He had already finished more work than someone else could do in a whole day. He had set the coordinates and recalculated some estimates an engineer had made. Mumbling that a drugged monkey could have done this better. Eight hours later Lance walked into his personal office. His silent companion was still in the same position. As a fellow engineer and scientist he marvelled at the possibility to study this contraption further. EUI or Earths United Interests, had set up some direct guidelines on what was legal and what was not. A perfect human clone was not allowed to be created, since it resembled a human in all ways. So great men had created the Mark I. The Father and Mother of all future clones. Consisting of 92% human and 8% robotics. It would ensure a clone would have the same grace and intelligence of humans, but could be controllable as a droid. The entire board of EUI had voted yes, even before each one had received its own free sample for personal use. The Mark II was 95% human. It came in many variations. Some basics would only support reaction to stimulant from outside, others could be almost a perfect copy of humans, able to interact in to society. Guessing from her vegetate state she was a basic model. He was fine with this, more than his current pool of cash could possibly afford. Examine the back of her skull he found a small metal plug hidden perfectly by her dazzling hair. On further examination he was shocked to find out she had not serial number carved on the metal outlet. She would be either a new type or an alteration of the Mark II. Looking at his ‘prize’ in a whole new way he began to proceed.

He noticed the time and reminded him that he should give her the necessary nutrients every twelve hours. He grinned as he felt himself stiffening. “Why not give you a little snack now” Grinning her lowered the chair to the height of his hips as he began to take of his uniform. His thick cylinder already preparing for the task ahead. “God, I spoil you sometimes” He whispered as he moved his hips forward. He noticed the tip of his seven inch tool almost reaching its intended destination. On contact with her perfect lips, he realised something was off. He lips looked a bit smaller than his actual sister, surely this was made for intensifying pleasure. Feeling brave he pressed forward sliding two inches deep in the unknown territory. He felt his little explorer suddenly being overwhelmed with tightness and warmth. The feeling of her lips was unreal, the tightness overwhelming. No human could feel like this. He slowly began to move in and out, each time sliding a bit more of himself inside. After a good five minutes he was already completely inside of her. His stomach pressing against her lips and nose as he forced himself inside. He heard her gag and suck with his rhythm. It would seem even an basic model would have a build in system to cope with these intrusions. He stared at her perfect and familiar face and suddenly felt pleasure and wrongness overwhelm him. He concentrated solely on her face and told himself he was actually fucking his own sister. Within seconds he was driven over the top. Pain an pleasure shot through his spine as he experienced the greatest orgasm he had in his entire life time. All the pent up desire and frustration was being liquefied and shot down her throat or filled up her mouth. Keeping his tool inside of her mouth for a few more seconds, he felt her throat working overtime to clear the chocking liquid. He pulled his shaft outside and held her face upwards. He was not going to let this … ‘doll’ waste a single drop. It was funny how he felt no remorse to this thing, even though she looked like his sister in a weird way. Hearing her swallowing was something that was burned in his mind for the rest of his life. He had pictured again solely on her face. “This trip into outer space is filled with all kinds of possibilities” He told himself.

 

[Lime]

A lifelike doll, Alicia lay still as she was lifted out of the box in which she had endured forty-eight hours. Her mind still felt broken somehow, but she was beginning to worry that it was still pitch-black in whatever room she found herself. Why were they working in the dark? Lance as he worked may have seen her almond eyes blinking widely, but blindly in the light. The irises were a little too large. They had an odd almost inhuman look and Lance realized that her were just a shade larger than you would expect in a normal girl, they hinted ever so slightly at anime doll eyes.

Alicia shivered slightly as hands manipulated her body without any particular care to her feelings. She kept trying to move, to say something, but her muscles still seemed locked down. She had been placed on a metal disc and felt the sensation of movement. Her body felt open and when those strong arms again touched her body placing her in a chair, she wanted to somehow connect with him. She felt so alone. But even that simple connection to a person ended almost as soon as she was strapped gently into a chair so she would not slide off. Maybe it was the faint scent of musk that had faded in the air, but Alicia knew she was alone now.

And for the first time, Alicia was able to gather her thoughts well enough to remember. She had been married for seven years to Edward Wilson, a wealthy, successful entrepreneur. Her husband was also a brilliant scientist who held patents in multiple fields. He also worked constantly, ignored her, and was a stick in bed. So Alicia had begun to have affairs. Oh, at first, she just flirted, tried to get Edward’s attention in that way. She had talked about things they might do sexually that would be more exciting and he had grunted and taken her once again missionary style.

So it was in her fifth year of marriage that she first strayed. Alicia had felt terrible. But the world didn’t end and she enjoyed the illicit excitement. By her twenty-seventh birthday, Alicia was a serial adulterer having had over thirty deliciously taboo affairs with all sorts of interesting, fascinating men.

Unfortunately, her husband had found out. His team of private investigators had video tape. A normal man might have divorced her. A man who loved her might have insisted on counseling. Either of those two paths would have been humiliating and made a man of Edward’s standing look week. So he chose a third path, a vengeful horrible path. She still remembered his words just before all went black. “You want to treat yourself like a whore, a fucking sex doll, fine then be a whorish sex doll.”

Genetic engineering and modern medical technology could do far more than any man had the ethical or moral right to do. He had found out that his brother-in-law Lance knew about his sisters affairs. Oh, the brother might not have approved, but he hadn’t interfered either. So he was not exactly happy with Lieutenant Lancius Ronald Carther either. They deserve each other he had said angrily.

When he had finished, he had two beautiful women. One, his “wife” Alicia who was 100% genetically human, a violation of law if she had been a clone. Her memories were similar to those of his “non-wife” Alicia, but she had a more submissive, low-sex, happy personality and she had no knowledge of ever cheating on Edward.

He had grinned evilly. His “non-wife” Alicia was a true work of art. She was the perfect Latina porn star in body and shape, but she still bore his wife’s face. No one would ever see this blind, almond-skinned, top-heavy black-haired slut and realize that this was his actual wife, and not the perfect compliant clone he had created.

But it was not just her perfect physical appearance of which he was proud. He had made more diabolical alterations. She was now 95% human well within the legal requirements for a clone. She was currently blind and mute, but the first was reversible in his lab and the second, her numb throat cords would heal in time. The number throat cord was a byproduct of giving her a modified esophagus. She could now easily deep-throat a hundred guys without damage and with each one, her throat would feel soft, tight and grip the man’s cock like a too tight, KY jelly coated glove. He had tried her new throat out several times herself and it was almost addictive.

He had done worse to his cheating non-wife. He felt tinges of guilt. His wife was just as smart as she had always been. But she was no longer capable of complex mathematics. She would tend to leave the stove on if left alone cooking. He had in a fit of anger basically left her capable of holding fascinating conversations, still play the music she enjoyed, but she would probably need someone to help her get by in the day to day tasks of living. He had created a girl fit for sexually pleasuring a man and being taken care of by him. She would make the perfect mistress, but no man would ever again be fooled into thinking this slut was capable of being a man’s life partner, his wife. He had then trademarked his new clone as a Mark IIIa model and registered her with a patent and protected trademarks. He called legal to ensure that his “wife” would never be at risk from this inhuman sex toy.

Alicia did not know of everything that had been done to her. But her mind had panicked as she recalled the vicious arguments. Her body had unlocked as she relaxed, but of course as soon as the flood of memories hit her, Alicia had again locked up. This was when she heard the stranger with the familiar voice enter the room. If only he would speak again in her presence, Alicia was sure she could remember who sounded like that, but before she could do so, she felt the chair lowering.

Lance would look down to see her almond, faintly slanted doll eyes staring blindly up, her face a perfect mask of passion, but inside Alicia was screaming as she heard the voice say, “Why not give you a little snack now.” It was her brother Lance! It was her brother. Desperately, she tried to turn, to open her lips and tell him. She fought to get up as the chair was lower, but movement was physically impossible. Oh no, she wanted to scream when she heard the lust filled whisper, “God, I spoil you sometimes.” She had heard that tone so often on the lips of men whom she was sexually involved with. But his was her brother. She felt warmth against her lips and knew with horror what was happening. If she could bite down, open her mouth and speak it would not be too late.

But already, a little grunt came from her body as he shifted forward on her buxom frame and she felt him sliding into her mouth and throat. Her saliva glands seemed to be working overtime and she felt panicked as he slid to the back of her mouth, teasing her throat. His shaft felt satin soft against her mouth and she could taste a hint of precum and salt.

Her brother smelled of sweat and hard labor as he teased his sister’s throat, slowly slipping deeper in, her tight, hot throat gripping his penis as if it were a fitted glove. Her lips were wrapped around his cock with a tight grip as if she was actively trying to suck him into her throat. She wanted to cry as her brother began to grunt happily above her, taking his time, moving in and out with an erotic rhythm. She tried to gag, but it was impossible. Amazingly, he didn’t hurt too much going in, a little soreness, but she who had never deep throated a man before seemed as if she were designed to take a man’s cock. She felt him right against her nose and chin and panicked again as she thought she might suffocated, but it was only momentary as he continued to slide in and out, grunting happily on top of her.

She felt a single tear run down her cheek, the only visible sign of her internal distress when he finally pulsed out a hot liquid rhythm. She could not taste his semen then he was buried too deep in her throat, but the thought of her brother’s seed coating her throat, coming to rest in her belly made her ill. She wanted to cry and blush as she heard that little gurgle deep in her throat as her unconscious muscled swallowed. When her brother had taken her orally, her modified hormonal system had gone into full alert and her breasts felt tight, her pelvic area swollen, every nerve in her body felt alive and she realized with horror that she was turned on.

If only she could calm down enough, Alicia hoped her body would cease to betray her and she could let her brother know what had happened, before it was far too late.

 

[DamianRuyin]

“Jesus Christ.. if these things are more affordable the human race would surely be instinct” He grinned as he pulled on the spandex tank top, pulling it close to his member, as he cleaned himself off with the fabric. He took a few minutes to catch his breath, his eyes never leaving her perfect face. A quick inspection was made to his new ‘toy’ as he noticed the wetness between her legs, her nipples standing up, even a single tear ran down her cheek. “Enjoyed the ride did we?, well get used to it” He flicked her nipple one last time before he left her.
Her form was exposed as the shorts where pulled down, and her seamen stained tank top was pulled upwards. The smell of his tick fertile semen filled the room.

Day 3:
The entire night he had left his ‘toy’ alone. Spending most of his time in his cabin. It would take some getting used to sleeping in 0,8G. This morning he had worked out for half an hour and gotten a quick bite. He needed to concentrate. Today’s work would take him to the upper deck, he would consult charts and make alterations how he would see fit.
It was not a tough job, but it would keep him from going below deck. For most of the morning he had spent typing an small report about his experiences so far.
He had listed his current health and given a progress report. When he was done he had downloaded a manual concerning his silent companion. He had to blink a few times when he noticed he
had a Third generation clone. He began to read it the first few chapters from top to bottom. Most where about maintenance. Things that stood out where “Does not require the same amount of food” and “The digestive system is calibrated to once a week” He smiled as he realised this would decrease the maintenance and upkeep dramatically.
He liked having her around, but he did not want to play nurse. He studied the notes on her internal organs and was surprised of the complexity. Apparently most of the waste in her stomach
would be recycled to almost nothing was left, and combined with a special diet would lower this even further.

When he decided he had spent enough hours at work, he went downstairs again. His sweaty brow was more than enough to convince he needed a shower. He started to undress and began making his way towards his cabin. When he walked past the repair facility he spotted the clone. Still strapped to the chair, her form half exposed. Feeling a rush of playfulness mixed with hormones coursing through his veins, he decided to test her out. He neared her still form and placed his hands against her knees. “Let’s take a closer look” Slowly spreading her legs revealed an interesting yet welcoming sight. The skin around her gender was as smooth as he had ever seen. Not even the slightest hint of growth could be seen. And the form of her sex was even stranger.
Her inner lips were small, tiny even. They almost seemed connected to each other. A closer look revealed small bumps here and there. They seemed to be made of the same tissue as her clitoris.
Her outer lips where small but large enough to cover her delicate folds. Lance gulped as he stared at the small and almost fragile sex. His warm breath flowing against her folds. “How would she taste?” He thought to himself as he moved closer.

When his tongue gently licked her clitoris he was startled. Her entire body tensed up and the entire area suddenly got wetter as the seconds passed. The young and slightly inexperienced male
stood there in disbelief. When he finally got his wits back, he began to lick again. Each time he licked her, he would be rewarded by the now familiar convulsing of her muscles. Against her violent spasms the boy began to fight back. Each movement on her account would be countered by a more violent twist of the tongue by him. Taking her clit in his mouth and gently sucking the tissue inside his mouth proved even better. Her warm and delicious fluid swirled around his mouth. He loved her taste. It was hard to link it to a type of taste, as it was in a league of its own.
Her scent was almost like a bitch in heat, overwhelming to the senses. All these experiences almost drove the boy mad. He had read about the Mark IIIa being more sensitive around certain areas, but the designers had certainly outdone them self’s on this pearl. After only two minutes the clone started to spasm more violently than before. The increase of fluids was almost unreal, as the
boy had to gulp down several loads to stop himself from drowning. He moved slightly backwards as he noticed something weird. Her Labia minora and vagina where making pulling movements,
sucking even. The whole scene was overwhelming to the boy. He had heard of certain female animals with the same ability, but a human was something that was unheard of.
The boy began to lick her one last time as he inhaled her scent and tasted her one last time. He noticed her body reacting to his touch like a bitch in heat. He knew the clone was close to
coming again. Feeling a bit sadistically, he decided to leave her in that state.

He stepped backwards and moved towards his cabin again. A nice shower would do just the trick in relieving some stress. Fantasies of spending his money where already on his mind.
The boy’s future was bright. Only seventeen years old, the young man was the youngest and most gifted one in his field. Combined with his connections with Edwards would open doors most
people would never dream of achieving. Feeling the warm water run down his skin soothed the young man.

 

[Lime]

Day 2:

Alicia desperately wanted to be horrified by what had happened to her. If she were right, this was her brother who had just ejaculated down her throat. The satin-smooth cock that had fit so tightly between her crimson lips and slipped in and out of her throat with an almost brutal casualness as musk scented balls slapped against her chin was the same man who had grown from the baby whose diaper she had changed at age ten.

Her little seventeen year old brother had just fucked her throat. She wanted to cry, because her husband had clearly done more than just alter her body. He had broken something in her mind, because though Alicia knew this was wrong and could intellectualize how horrible it was, her mind was generating the disgust and fear and dismay she would have expected.

Tears began to glisten on her long, thick lashes as she realized that the strongest emotional response she could summon right now as she lay there frozen like a beautiful doll was ‘this is wrong, I should object.’

What made it worse, so very humiliating was that when her brother said, “Enjoyed the ride … get used to I,” it was brutally true.
Her body had experienced erotic sensations that she hadn’t really known were possible. She had always enjoyed sex in an athletic kind of way, but she had also been a girl who was dramatically slow to warm up. But when this stranger, God please let her be wrong and let it not be her brother, had abused her throat, her body had almost instantly gone into a sort of sexual overdrive, a readiness to be taken that was completely beyond Alicia’s experience.

Hours passed and Alicia lay there like a mindless doll. It should have been a period of intense pain and psychic loneliness. But she found herself strangely content. At first, she could smell the scent of her brother. It had a strangely erotic effect on her mind. She found herself having visions of being taken sexually and those thoughts alone were enough to have her aching as if she literally needed sexual release.

It hurt and she desperately tried to move muscles that refused to function. But then as time passed and the scent faded somewhat, her mind went down casual corridors filled with memories of her life
growing up, playing with her brother, marrying her husband. This went on for hours and again, she was sometimes amazed when she realized that she almost didn’t mind, that somehow, she was content.

If only her eyes would open or her body would start functioning, she thought.

Day 3:

It could have been two hours. It might have been twenty or thirty hours. She had no way of really knowing. It must have been closer to two hours, she thought even though the passage of time had seemed longer. She was only now beginning to feel a slight thirst, a hint of hunger when she felt the warmth of hands on her body again, spreading her thighs.

It felt … very good. What had happened to all those little voices in her head that said keep your thighs closed never let your brother see you naked? It was as if her brain was just a little fuzzy and then that fuzziness exploded. Oh my God, Alicia felt as her heart began to race.

Something incredible was happening to her beautiful womanly center. It was like a feather duster teasing her clitoris again and again, but a thousand times more intense. She could feel her breasts tighten and her body begin to flood with the dampness of desire.

She had heard her brother’s voice say, “Let’s take a closer look,” and then he had obviously begun to explore her body much closer. Her mind exploded as she felt warm lips and a searching tongue go into action. Any thought of protest vanished in a fiery orgasmic burst of sensation. Her entire body felt overheated, her pussy ached to be filled.

If she could have writhed and moaned, Alicia would have been in a frenzy, but doll like, she lay there clearly aroused, but blindly unmoving as Lance enjoyed her beautiful body. ” Slowly spreading her legs revealed an interesting yet welcoming sight.

She smelled sex in the air and knew it was her own scent. When her brother pulled away, her body ached for more. She wanted to cry as he left her incredibly aroused with no way of easing the sexual ache.

 

[DamianRuyin]

After his shower the boy felt refreshed. He was amazed at the sophisticated artificial gravity on this vessel as the shower had worked perfectly. He had brushed his teeth and redressed himself in some casual attire. When he returned to the droid area he found that the clone was still in the same position. He started to grin, laugh even. The helplessness of a basic model was almost better
than a full functioning one. He remembered that it was time to feed her. Letting a robotic droid lift her and carry her towards the dining area. When she had been placed in a comfortable chair
he had placed a small tube inside of her mouth. A weird and bitter white paste was seeping out of it. It would contain all her required food and water for the next few days.
He was surprised again on how well the clone reacted to outside stimulants. As soon as the paste filled her mouth, she began to chew, swallowing now and again. Lance decided to let her be
and began to eat his own meal.

After reading a few more pages of the manual he found an interesting paragraph. “Has a large capability for learning” and “Robotic programming can override certain basic functions” He pondered
a bit on those words. He knew what a Mark II could do but this was something else. A clone that could actually learn, even controlled by commanding her robotic sides. As the boy began to read
more and more of the manual he was halted by the potent smell of sex in the air. The dried semen and her own juices where fun for a while, but is was beginning to stink up the place.
Ordering the droid to carry her towards the bath was the first thing that came to mind.

He could have let the droid handle her cleaning but something in the boy wanted to do this, needed even. He felt responsible to his sister, No clone.. To this clone. As the bathtub filled with
warm water he placed her on a small floating bar. He rested her head and chest on the floating device and watched. She remained afloat while her stomach and lower body could rinse in the
water. He noticed how perfect her skin looked again as he followed the line of her arched back. His eyes now fixed upon her perfect behind. He slowly began to spread her ass cheeks gently.
The small delicate pink anus as almost inviting him for a closer look. Raising her behind from the water proved to be an easy task. The girl was light and the lower gravity made things much
more easily. Spreading her as far as he dared, he noticed her now gaping little asshole was a bit tighter than most. Actually it was almost a small hole instead of a functioning rectum.
The manual had said she did not have the need to dispose of excrement. The little hole itself seemed to have lost his function. Curious to discover more of the strange new area he decided to
slip his pink inside. He felt the body of the clone clench up as the invading finger fought against the overwhelming tightness. The young man was smiling as he now confirmed the hole still
had some function. As he removed his finger from her little pink anus, he noticed her lips making the same motion as before. Feeling a bit brave he slowly moved his own flaccid member and
brushed against it. Startled the boy felt his own member almost being pulled inside.

 

[Lime]

Alicia felt more like a helpless doll than a living breathing woman. Her body betrayed her in every possible way. Her muscles would not respond to her commands, her nerves sent erotic joy buzzing through her brain with every touch of her brother. She should have been screaming inside, but her mind seemed to gently accept everything that was done to her as if it was her brother’s right.

What had her husband done to her? She tried to focus her mind on Edward. He had obviously altered her on a very basic genetic level. He was one of the most brilliant minds in the modern era. Of course, she knew this. But lately, because of the marketing success of his company, the way he had become almost an icon on the screen, she had forgotten that he had once done his own independent cutting edge research.

She felt like she was getting somewhere, finally being able to focus her mind when she felt something pasty and a little gritty being inserted into her mouth. Saliva flooded her mouth and without any real effort on her part, she felt herself sucking on the paste. Drool ran down the side of her mouth and she felt it running down her chin. It was amazing how acute her sense of touch seemed without being able to see.

Sometime later, she felt her body being moved again. Just the touch of her brother’s warm hands on her body sent ripples of sensual pleasure radiating through her. It was as if her nerves were overcharged, on fire. Oh god, she wanted to sigh in pleasure as she felt warm water, just the right temperature surrounding her skin. Her brother’s hands roamed freely, soaping her body, cleaning her, driving her just a little mad with the sensation.

It was so hard to focus on anything but the beautiful sensations he was bringin to her. She knew this was wrong. Worse, she knew how torn up her brother would be if he knew this was actually his sister. Alicia wasn’t sure, but from the way her body felt, the size of her breasts, she was sure dear sweet Lance had no real idea he was abusing his own sister. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted and then Lance pressing against the tight rosebud that was until now virgin and untouched sexually.

She wanted to cry out and fear ran through her mind as he began to press. But it was as if her body took control and he began to fill her so thoroughly, she didn’t know if it were possible. She could feel that small passage being widened, yet gripping. Alicia had no idea this was only his finger, it felt so large and strange.

As his finger slipped back out, she realized something new and unusual. Her throat had unlocked enough that she was trying to moan out her pleasure even though she couldn’t speak or talk yet. Those incipient sounds fell silent as her brother’s engorged cock began to tease its way past her lips, to nudge the back of her throat. And almost automatically, Alicia began to swallow. It was unlikely that Lance noticed, but Alicia’s small, slender hands began to twitch slightly, her fingers slowly closing and opening as she sucked on her brother’s hard cock.

 

[DamianRuyin]

The young man grinned as he felt the movement on his member. His eyes where sharp now, he could have sworn he had heard a moan. He moved backwards and got out of the tub.
His long fingers ran over the temperature controls as he increased the heat. Seconds later he felt the warmth heat up his muscles and skin. He grabbed his clone captive and lifted her up,
seconds later he brought he down again. She now lay on her back, he legs spread wide as they lay on the sides of the tub. He upper back and neck rested on the floating device.

“Oh sis” He said softly, almost whispering. One look at the delicate folds was enough to enrage his dormant member. Within seconds his long cylinder had regained its former glory.
He placed his digits on her thighs as he moved forward. The tip of his cock a mere inch away from its intended destination. The boy once again glanced at the perfect resemblance of his sister.
The face was almost scarily identical. ‘I am going to fuck you at last sis. I have dreamed about this for years. All those times you took a shower, knowing I was watching you. Today is the day”
As he uttered those words he pressed on.

The tip of his cock slid inside. The feeling was hard to describe. It felt like he stuck his organ in a vacuum cleaner. The forcefulness on which her little tight cunt sucked on his member was unreal. Her tightness and warmth even more than he imagined. This was not something the young man could endure for long. In his life he had some experiences with the female gender, both of his experiences where with a female who was almost as old as his sitter. He had tasted the experience flesh of a mature woman, but nothing he did in his past could have prepared him for this.
His seven inches was shortened to six as the had had firmly buried itself inside, “O god” The boy moaned. His resistance crumbled as he gave in to her demands. He slammed forwards. Six of
the seven inches was now deep within her. The sudden increase in pleasure brought large of amounts of pre-cum, to seep out of him. He felt his balls working overtime to prepare for the coming invasion.

The tip of his head felt a strange sensation. A small nod, almost a round circle. He prodded it with the tip of his member and realised it was her cervix. The boy let out a chuckle. “This is great”
He had a youthful expression on his handsome youthful face. Slowly he began to move back and forth. The entire inside of her seemed to be made especially for him. The ridges were draining
him dry. “Oh.. Fuck… Soon sis.. Soon” He grunted and panted above her. His left hand teasing her perfect orbs. He was clumsy and roughly in doing so. The young boy pressed more and more
of him inside and was surprised as the cervix was moving with him. Normally a female would experience a sensation of pain or discomfort, but his clone showed no signs. It felt like an elastic
wall he was hitting.

For a long time he kept hitting the round area, as the boy concentrated on his breathing. It was hard, so very hard. He had run marathons with his dad. Hell he had fought martial arts matches
with more ease than this. This was pure torture. His still companion was the perfect woman in all ways. Again the boy glanced at her strange and unique form. The boy felt his arousal taking
control as the tip of his head grew larger and almost to an painful size. He concentrated on his breathing as he bit down on his lip. “GOD!” He moaned. He had to use every inch of willpower to stop himself form exploding there and then.

When the tall youth had relaxed a bit, he dared to stare at his ‘sisters’ face. The taboo, the incest, he did not care. Hell he wanted her. He had wanted her so badly. In their youths he had always loved the nights she had come home drunk. He would then have the perfect opportunity to explore her drugged body. Alas those nights where few, and she usually brought male friends over with her.

As the young boy stared at the identical face he lost it. He dug his fingernails in her little but as he trusted in hard and fast. At the fifth thrust he thought he had punctured her skin, as he felt the elastic wall leave him. When he felt how tight and constricted the tip of his cock felt he started to cum. His cock head had slipped inside her little cervix. The first blast of cum exploded from him as he knew he was going to cum deep inside her little womb. “GOD SIS… I am going to cum inside you…. Fuck you up….. Take it all.. Take my fertile seed.” The boy knew clones could not procreate, but he liked to role-play no less. Usually the boy shot about 5-6 waves, but today was an exception. The boy felt his second orgasm hit him as he continued to cum inside. If he had known this was his actual sister, he probably would have died from dehydration.

 

[Lime]

Horror took control of Alicia as she felt her body react to the touch of her brother’s hard cock. She could feel his warmth against her skin like a warm summer kiss that sent every little nerve in her skin—and there had never seemed so many before—screaming with erotic reaction. How her body could betray her so, betray her in every way possible she could not imagine.

It had finally crossed her mind that she was blind. Alicia could feel that her eyes were open and she imagined them as green, sightless emeralds. In truth, they were now a dark almond, doll like in that they were a little too large in her face to be true with odd, and her irises were wrong somehow. If her brother looked into her eyes he would simply see the sightless eyes of a beautiful, living doll. Her muscles still remained unresponsive to her constant attempt to control her own body, though her unconscious muscular movements still seemed to work just fine. The worst thing was that her body seemed to instantly react to any kind of caress or touch from her brother’s loving hand.

Laying there, as helpless a child, she felt the warm water gently stimulate her skin, the scent of something aromatic and flowery stimulating her sense of smell, which seemed so keen that she could almost smell her own arousal. Then she heard those words, “Oh sis,” and another kind of horror swept through her. Did Lance know this was her? How could he do this to his own sister? She wanted to cry, but her emotions still seemed dulled somehow and she hated it. The only emotional reaction that seemed unblunted was her undoubted joy in any kind of erotic stimulation.

As her brother touched her body and she could feel the brush of his manhood against her thigh, she heard him say, “I am going to fuck you at last sis. I have dreamed about this for years. All those times you took a shower, knowing I was watching you. Today is the day,” Alicia wanted to scream. She felt dirty as he pushed into her body causing an instant erotic flash to run up and down her spine, she could almost feel her vagina sucking his cock in, caressing it, squeezing down as he pressed deeper and deeper into her modified sex-toy body. Almost without any thought, her muscles regained just enough strength to gently rock against that firm cock which was stretching her too tight body open, spearing her with his length.”

Her breath came in quick rapid gasps as her body demanded that he enter her, every little movement arousing her further. Her breast felt swollen with need as her brother began to moan out his need. If he had stopped just then, Alicia felt that she might die of unrequited lust.

This was wrong. It was taboo. And it was so close to rape, but Alicia knew that once her brother’s thick cock had begun to probe her soft, womanly folds she no longer had the strength to say no. Fuck, she cried out in her mind, it felt so right as he pushed deep into her body. It was like she was designed solely for this man, no this boy who was her own brother.

As he fucked her, little moans began to emerge from deep in her throat and a pink flush stained her dark, Latina skin from face to breasts. She felt pain as his nails bit into her flesh even as his cock pierced her body. As she felt that pulsating warm and rush of liquid, her own body exploded with a strong, rhythmic force as she rocked with an orgasm that seemed to begin in her toes and shudder its way up her entire body.

She was afraid that she might actually have hurt him as the walls of her vagina convulsed against the hard warmth of his cock. In the back of her mind, there was another concern. She wasn’t sure if her birth control was still operative. The thought of her body ripening with her brother’s child was too awful to contemplate. She managed to force her lips to open, trying to tell him, “no, this is wrong,” but what emerged was more of a long, lustful moan, almost animalistic in its fervor.

 

[DamianRuyin]

The young man was trying to hold on to his sanity as he felt her explode on his member. That he caused his ‘sister’ to orgasm was another notch on his belt. He thought it would be funny to continue to role-play a bit longer, as he spoke. “Yes take It sis.. God you are such as little slut, having an orgasm while thinking off your little brother?” The boy squeezed her flesh once more as he felt the
last drops of his semen leave him. For another five minutes the young man kept himself inside of her, feeling himself slowly softening up and decreasing in size. Then it hit the boy. She moaned…. She fucking moaned. The youth grinned as he was again surprised by the complexity of the clone. “Thank you” He said out loud as he thought about his sister’s husband.

The next five minutes where spend by bathing. The boy had a lot of cleaning to do, both for him and for her. When he was done, he lifted her from the tub and placed her again on the hovering
plate. The plate was warm to the touch, he had made sure of that. When she was dried of and ‘safe’ he placed a large blanket on top of her.

Day five:
The next few days where tough on them both. The young man had been busy a lot. Calculating new trajectories, or resetting a device here and there, Most of his time was spend on the main bridge, where he needed to oversee some automated functions. IT did grand him plenty of opportunities to read more of the manual. IT was hard word as each word reminded the boy of the Lucius body
the clone offered. Her delicate folds and her perfect lips. The boy got hard just thinking about it. “Dammit.. Focus”

He did learn a few things. The Clone was supposed to have a learning mechanism, designed to adapt to the input she would receive from her master. The small plugin on the back of her head could alter some internal designs. There where complex calculations and weird notations for each change. Even gifted as he was, lance would need some time to figure them out. Again he was surprised
at the level of intellect his uncle could offer. He was sure he would learn more from this unique manual, than he would during this entire flight into outer space. The hot clone downstairs was a good motivator as well. Againt he thought of the clone aroused the boy. “Come on Lance.. Focus” He tried to distract himself by typing in a few calculations.

Day six:
He only needed to adjust a few things and then he would have some time off. He had contacted mission control and received word of his excellent performance. The next chapter in the manual was about the internal robotics. Every muscle, every gland, had a small alteration. A type III clone could interact on her own, free will if one would like to view it as such. The robotics would ensure the owner to get what he wanted. It could override her system, locking her up, or forcing her to take specified positions. If he could tinker with it, he was sure he could install small protocols, or rules
as well. Again these things would take some time to figure out.

When he was done with his shift, he reactivated the auto trajectory. He slowly got downstairs and walked towards the droid maintenance area. His little ‘toy’ was still there. He slowly got behind
her and lifted her head slowly. After a few minutes he had found the port and hooked her up to a small device. He had placed the device on his wrist as he tried it out. “Override protocol. Voice authorisation. LANCE. “ He heard the soft beep of the device as he guessed it had worked. “Move left arm” He almost shouted from joy as he noticed the arm do what I was instructed. “Time to
test it out.” He tried to convince himself he had done his homework for the educational value.

He placed the clone on her feet as he let her torso rest on a small table in front of her. “Spread legs” He commanded again. He grinned as he noticed the left and right leg move apart. IT looked a
bit.. robot like, but he was not one to complain. “Right and left hand, spread ass” He had to activate this act twice, the first time the clone seemed to be hesitating. Lance thought he might have pronounced the words wrong. When the second command was activated he grinned. The clone began to use her hands to spread apart her little behind, while her legs helped. He now could stare directly against the two perfectly shaped tight holes. “Insert left index finger, rectum” He watched, almost drooling, as the left index finger slowly slid inside her little anus.

 

[Lime]

Alicia felt heat infusing her body as her little brother lay inside her. It was so odd how her internal pussy muscles reacted to feel of this young man’s cock lodged inside her. She had changed Lance’s diaper when he was just a child, feeling so proud when mommy let her hold the baby. Now, he used her like she was a sex toy and not a living, breathing girl, his older sister. Could she blame him? It felt like she was practically milking that now softening seven or so inch cock. He had lodged himself so deep inside her that it was as if he had impaled himself on her, but no matter how tight she felt against his warmth, he fit perfectly as if she were designed for his cock.

When Lance finally pulled out and began to clean his ‘doll,’ Alicia felt true hatred for her husband finally. It was the first flash of genuine emotion she had felt since waking up in a box. Somehow, her husband had dulled her inhibitions so that only when she was being ‘used’ sexually did she feel real true pleasure. Even as her brother bathed her, Alicia didn’t feel the disgust she should have felt, but more a gentle pleasure at the warmth of the water, the feel of him cleansing her skin. Though she could not see it, she somehow knew her lips were curved into a gentle smile.

When her brother put her up for the evening, it should have been hell, the hours should have passed in sheer monotonous tedium, but Alicia found that her brain almost shut down when Lance was not playing with her, it was more like she spent the day in a gentle, happy dream haze. Only occasionally was she able to focus her anger at what her husband had done to her. She didn’t really feel a lot of anger toward her brother Lance. First, she had always loved him in a I-don’t-have-time for your childishness kind of way and she sensed that he didn’t see her as his actual sister, but rather some sort of toy her husband had gifted him with. Sure, it was wrong of him, but not evil like her husband.

Had it been one day or two? She couldn’t know for sure. Her body didn’t seem hungry and the one time she had a slight thirst, Lance had stopped by and trickled water into her throat as her lips tried to suck it down, her throat throbbing gently as if seeking something meatier to digest. Oh my God, she realized. Even when she ate and drank, her body viewed it as a potential sexual contact.

When she heard Lance enter at some point, her mind focused almost instantly. He was here! She realized that on some level, she was beginning to live for his attention. He began to gently rub her head, moving her hair aside and she wondered what he was doing. It felt pleasant at any rate.

Suddenly, Alicia found herself being lifted and moved again. He had placed her in four legged position, her ass in the air. She felt raw and exposed and when he told her to move her arm, she was shocked as her muscles sprang into action. Then he asked her to spread her legs and the same thing happened. When he told her to spread her ass with her hands, she finally summoned up the will to resist. Momentarily, she felt herself able to stop her body, but then her arms were moving and there was nothing she could do. Oh God, she hated this. “Insert left index finger,” her brother said, “rectum” and Alicia wanted to scream as she obeyed against her will. Almost instantly, her ass seemed to clench her finger, tightening around it very gently in no way inhibiting her pushing further in. In horror, she felt her ass push up further into the air and a low moan escaped her throat. She wanted to scream at Lance, “I’m your sister. This is wrong.” But it felt so good to be touched again, even if it was her own hand that was doing the touching.

Meanwhile, thousands and thousands of miles away, a slightly harassed business man sat in a comfortable chair. The surroundings were luxurious. A girl who looked very like Alicia, but with copper hair and green eyes and Celtic fair skin knelt in front of Edward, gently massaging his feet. She had a lovely figure, but in no sense the pornographic body of her ‘clone.’ “Do you want to have sex tonight,” the girl whispered adoringly up into her husband’s face.

Edward sighed. “God damn, I’m so tired hun.”

The ‘real’ Alicia smiled. “Would it be okay if I gave you a blow job then?”

The man uttered a delighted smile. “You’re the perfect wife!” He knew she would never cheat on him and he began to pat her head as she unzipped his pants.

 

[DamianRuyin]

The sheer ingenuity, the work hours that had to be spend into this.. contraption… It was perfect. The clone had not been taught basic functions yet, but already she could be controlled like this. Sure it looked… Silly, but it worked. He had spent a few minutes examining the manual again as he occasionally stared at the contraption. “Set protocol 1” He had spent almost half an hour tinkering with the clone, all the time she had her little digit inside of her. When protocol one activated, he was pleased to see it work. Her little finger began to move around in there, rubbing against the soft and sensitive fleshy walls. “It frigging worked” He yelled out. Well he had figured it would work, he being a whiz kid in this area, still it felt great to say it.

His curiosity as greater than his hormones, as he left the clone alone for a short while. The manual proved to be addictive. He would need a lot of time to dig through it all. Hell it was half a terabyte of date. It consisted of nearly everything that was put in the clone. What was funny was that one gig of data was encrypted. There was no password, only a time lock. Three months.. and 22 hours. This fascinated the boy. His brother in law had obviously placed it in there for him. He began to do more research. Browsing for further tips to make the protocols more.. ‘life like’, If he was going to spend three months here, he would spend it wisely. This was all of his education of course.

He remembered his childhood. His sister had protected him from a couple of bullies. She was the protective sister, that had replaced his mom. That day she had bought him a book to chair him up. It was a book about mathematical theories. She thought it might take his mind of things, it had. The boy had simply absorbed the book, proving the excel in that subject. It was ironic that his sister had contributed to him now fucking her clone. “Thanks sis” He said out loud.

Remembering he still had not activated the off protocol, he rushed towards the clone. Her index finger still massaging the sensitive areas. her thighs where wet, more than wet actually. A small puddle had formed between her legs. Her face and chest where bright red. The sight drove the boy instantly hard. “Deactivate protocol 1.” As soon as he uttered the words, he noticed the finger leaving her, if somewhat reluctant. How long had he left her like that?, a hour perhaps. He needed to be sure there was no damage, he was an engineer. His duty was to inspect machines and make sure they functioned at 100% opacity.

“Right and left hands, spread ass cheeks” He kneeled down as he noticed the clone following his orders. “God she sure looks tight” He said as he noticed the hands where stretching the little hole. He started to undress, his rock hard member already up to the task ahead. “Just a simple inspection” He said, as if this was normal. He lubricated his member with the juices she was leaking out. A few times he even slid the tip of his organ inside her sex. “That should do it” He said as he inspected the now soaking wet member.

Placing the tip against her little hole, he moved forwards. IT was tight.. so much tighter than anything else she had to offer. “perhaps she is not made for this function” He asked himself as he slowly noticed his tip had slid inside of her. It had taken nearly a whole minute to just insert that much. “Clone.. move both right and left hand. Massage your cheeks.” He felt her hands moving as they relaxed and pulled on her behind. The movement made her insides twitch, causing extra pleasure and friction on his organ. “well here goes nothing” He spoke out loud as he placed his hands on her shoulders and forced himself inside of he. In one hard and powerful thrust, he had slid his entire organ inside. The feeling was overwhelming to say the least.

 

[Lime]

He had somehow taken control of her body. The one finger that she worked in and out of her tiny ass had almost disassociated itself from her body as it blindly drove her wild. When had her ass become such an erogenous zone? Alicia had never been a girl who resorted often to self-pleasure. She much preferred the hot cock of a good looking man, but her body felt itself begin to thrum with erotic sensations as minute after minute passed. Her throat began to gurgle deep within it, letting out little gasps of pleasure as her juices boiled up and ran down her thighs.

Slowly, her hips began to writhe as against her will, her finger kept teasing her body. It was driving her to madness. She desperately wanted to scream out to stop this. Alicia was a real woman, not a sexual toy. Why was this happening to her? She tried to force her throat to form words, but the sound that emerged was more kittenish purr than anything resembling speech.

When she finally heard the word, “Deactivate protocol 1,” Alicia felt something akin to reluctant relief as her finger withdrew. She felt exhausted from a barrage of orgasms that had left her feeling overstimulated.

Oh God no, Alicia thought as her brother ordered her to spread her ass cheeks. Her hands leaped to obey, spreading her ripe, full ass with her dark Latin coloring, even though she fought against it. When her brother told her she looked tight, Alicia could have cried. This was so wrong.

She heard him slipping off his clothes and then something hot and warm, it had to be his cock, slid along her slit. God help her, she wanted him. She was beginning to crave any kind of sexual contact.
But as he forced her tiny rectum open, she winced at the almost painful feeling of being split open as he forced open her tight hole.

He didn’t see, but her cheeks had turned a bright pink as he ordered her to massage herself even as he thrust deeper. And then her entire body sort of grunted as he thrust deeper inside and she felt this incredible sense of coming alive as her body strove to tighten around his cock and suck it in deeper.

While Lance fucked his sister’s ass, the ship’s communication system lit up. Out in space, there was no two way communication, but individual could send messages that took weeks to reach a ship. It was his sister, his real sister, not the clone.

“Hey Lance,” his beautiful sister Alicia said. She was wearing a grey form fitting dress and her hair was in a French braid. “I bet you’re having the time of your life out there with your stars and mathematical equations.”

As she spoke, a voice was heard off camera. It was Alicia’s husband
Edward. “Give the boy my best,” he said.

Alicia turned her face toward her off-camera husband and flashed a sexy little loving grin. “I will.” Then she laughed. “I heard the dirty trick my husband played on you. You wanted some sort of companion clone and I guess my brother sent you one with my face.” She giggled and blushed. “I bet you thought you were going to have a little grown up fun. But now you’re stuck with your older sister instead of some cute little teenage clone. No adult fun for you!

You poor baby,” she said in a voice that held that patronizing tone he had always hated growing up. The one that said he was just a kid and she was queen of the castle. “You may not be able to have the wrong kind of fun, but remember. It’s not really your sister.
She’s just a clone, so put the girl to work cleaning the ship or something. Ciao, kiddo.” With those words, she turned off the camera.

A minute later though, it flickered back on. “I almost forgot to tell you. You’re going to be an uncle in about 8 months. I’m pregnant!” Edward stepped into camera view and could be seen kissing his wife, Lance’s sister Alicia.”

Edward looked over at where Lance would have been if he was in the room. Then he winked. “Enjoy the clone. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

His sister (the real sister as far as Lance knew) threw a mock hissy fit and pretended to hit Edward. “Oh that’s just mean,” she said. “As if he would.” The screen went dark again.

In the meantime, Alicia (hot Latina porn star Alicia) was rocking her wide hips and hot full ass back and forth, writhing in utter ecstasy as her brother fucked her in the ass.

 

[DamianRuyin]

The young man was sweating, his breathing uneven. Lance felt his muscles ache, his brow sweaty. The sound of meat slapping against meat was overwhelming. Again and again the boy slammed against his clone. The air was thick with hormones and the smell of sex. The boy had head a small beeping sound coming from somewhere. “Message?” He knew protocol dictated that he should check it out immediately, but seeing as he was busy fine tuning a piece of equipment, he could not. The large fleshy shaft was almost 3/4th inside, when he felt the feeling. Again the clone had bested him, the feeling of his soon to be orgasm was drawing near.

He hated it. He hated the feeling of coming to soon. What made matters even worse, he was losing to his own sister.. Clone. He was losing to a piece of equipment, a sex doll. He could not even win from a piece of meat. He was not going to lose, not now, not ever. The boy bit his own lip as he increased the strength of his grip on her flesh. Within one hard shove, he forced himself inside of her as deep as he could. He did not care anymore of the thing could get damaged, hell he didn’t care about anything. Again he moved, his hips slamming has hard as they could against her. He did not know why he was so angry, so frustrated. Perhaps because his sister did not come to see him of?. Perhaps, he was going to outer space for a few months.

He felt warmth in his mouth. The warm taste of blood filled his mouth, realising he had bitten too hard, the boy lessened his assault. The young man always liked to bite his own lip, or softly scratch his chest when he was close, but this was something new. He cleared his mind from frustration and anger, slowly moving inside of her. The young man had taken out his frustration on the clone. He paced himself as he felt the increasing pleasure build up. He had ravished the clone for nearly ten minutes. The young man had not noticed nor counted any orgasm the clone had. His own member felt burned, the friction almost too much.

Pulling out on the last second, the young man stroked himself. Just before the explosion of his man butter, he plunged himself in her wet folds. The tight little sex had not been widened by the events that had transpired the last ten minutes, leaving it overwhelmingly tight. Seconds later the boy exploded inside her and falling asleep soon after.

Three hours later the young man woke up, the smell of semen and female juices filled his nostrils. “Fuck…. I’ll clean you up later” A bit groggy the young man walked towards the cockpit and pressed the repeat button. The screen came alive and he was greeted with the image of his sister. “Hey lance..” The boy did not know why.. But he started to cry.

 

[Lime]

He’s fucking me, Alicia thought. My brother is actually fucking me in the ass. The thought blew her already warped mind even as he lay atop her and thrust deep inside her again and again. “Fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me!” She felt so tight, his cock should have split her open, but it was like she was just large enough to accommodate him and now more. As his body slapped against her own, Alicia whimpered in tormented pleasure as he filled her and thrust rapidly in and out. Her legs as her body countered his thrust with its own.

She shuddered inside at his hard thrusting, glorying in the feel of his full prick pumping inside her throbbing ass. But then it was as if the tenor of the mating act changed. Her brother seemed almost angry and a new emotion other than pure sex charged the air. Suddenly, a sudden arc of pain shot through her body.

It felt like he had bit her. She wanted to scream, but her body only clenched harder on his firm manhood. How could he do this to his own sister? He knew she thought he was some sort of toy, but couldn’t he sense that it was his own true sister inside this sex-toy body? Could he not somehow sense her soul? She knew how terrible he would feel when he finally found out. She doubted that he would ever again be able to look her in the eye without blushing red.

Even as she had those thoughts, her brother’s large fleshy shaft began to pulse. He seemed so large, so incredibly big inside her. She let out a low moan of aroused pain as he slammed into her again and again and then, suddenly he pulled out and plunged into her hot, red pussy canal. As he pulsed out his hot seed, she kept having this horrible thought that she had not taken her birth control in weeks now.

She fell asleep with her brother’s body warming her own. When she awoke some time later, he had left. The room smelled of sex. And she was lonely. As she shifted, Alicia made a discovery. Somehow with her brother’s tinkering or maybe just that he had finally fucked her in every hole possible, she found herself for the first time able to move her arms and legs.

Stumbling, she shifted and tried to scream as she fell off the tray or whatever it was he had left her on. Stars exploded as she felt her head slam into something. Standing, she began to move slowly, her arms blindly feeling out in front of her, trying to feel her way to something familiar. Pausing, she ran her hands over her body. It felt strange. The breasts were far too large, her hips felt off. What had been done to her? If only she could see.

Moving forward again, she bumped into something that felt like an entrance. Her blind doll like eyes stared blankly forward. Somewhere in the distance, she thought she heard her own voice.

 

[DamianRuyin]

“I almost forgot to tell you. You’re going to be an uncle in about 8 months. I’m pregnant!” Edward stepped into camera view and could be seen kissing Lance’s sister. Lance grinned at the news. “I am going to become a uncle?.. Me?” Tears ran down his cheeks, part loneliness part joy. “Enjoy the clone. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Oh that’s just mean, As if he would.” The screen went dark again. His own sister would probably have him checked out by a shrink if she knew what he had done to the clone. The clone had been a great stress reliever, perhaps he should take better care of it?.

He stepped out of the cockpit and noticed the naked, cum-stained, clone. She was standing erect, her hands fumbling around her, as if she was blind. “What the hell?” He walked towards her and grabbed her wrists. His brother in law had probably programmed her like this. He loved playing games on people, perhaps he needed to interact with her more. The programming would probably be kept in the secure section. He guided her towards one of the smaller bedrooms.

It was small room, only housing a bed and a desk. “This is your new room.” He pushed her gently towards the bed as he helped her sit down. He form was still exposed, the smell of semen in the air. He moved towards the small sink, while grabbing a towel. “Here… Clean yourself” He watched as the clone did as he asked.

How much could she learn, could she be programmed to certain tasks?. The young man grinned as he stepped outside. He would bring her some food and water in a few hours. For now he was going to play the message his sister left him.


Week 1. Day 4:
Lance had been busy with some minor repairs. A small power cable had decided to melt itself. It was nothing worth mentioning, but it would take some time to repair. During this time he had left the clone alone. Every few days he would give her the needed nutrition’s and fluids. He had instructed her to wear some clothes. The large box that housed her, came equipped with some basic outfits for her. They were… Revealing. The creatures had obviously forgot to implement undergarments.

Twice more Lance had slept with her, each time he had exploded inside of her while calling out his sisters name. He had decided to exorcize all his incestuous thoughts, using the clone for that task.