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SNIPPETS OF SEVEN
CHAPTER 11: RETROSPECT (OR ATTACK OF THE CLONES) PART A
AUTHOR'S NOTES
'This' means someone is thinking- their thoughts.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means page breaks.
-X- means a scene change, i.e. from Engineering to the bridge, or a time skip.
Apologies for length between updates, this chapter features an alternative to the Season 4 episode 'Violation'. Features humiliation, slavery, f/f pairing, fisting, and gangrape.
DISCLAIMER; I do not own Star Trek: Voyager, Seven of Nine, or any of the characters that have appeared in any of the Star Trek franchise. This is non-profit- I am making no money from this.
As he watched the Federation starship Voyager jump off into warp, the arms dealer known as Kovin breathed a sigh of relief. He could now proceed with his plan to take his company, Venna Defence Technologies to a higher level.
Providing a Bioscan, he opened a locked stasis unit inside the sensor shielded part of his underground lair. He had acquired some very interesting and valuable (invaluable really) things from the Borg crewmember Seven of Nine.
Borg nanoprobes and samples of her DNA.
The nanoprobes inside the vial in his hand alone were priceless; with uses ranging from developing weapons to use against the Borg to medical treatments, construction and demolition, engineering, even creating WMD's.
Understanding the technology was another matter- fortunately the arms dealer had planned ahead.
Using a private subspace comm line with the highest possible encryption he put in a call for Dr Slafan, a specialist in creating custom type sentient clones for services ranging from slave labor to suicidal combat to prostitution.
The arms dealer had plans- not just for Seven of Nine's personal technology and biology but for her very body and mind…
-X-
5 months after Kovin's trade with Voyager…
Beneath VDT's official weapons compound was another complex that neither the Voyager crew nor any of Kovin's other customers were aware of. Accessible only to a pair of hidden turbolifts, it lay dozens of meters beneath the terraformed M-class world's surface. A maze of sensor and transporter shielded corridors and rooms, sporting its own independent fusion reactor and massively fortified with a contingent of heavily armed guards.
In this forboding place, one room in particular had a higher level of security than the rest. Functioning as much a prison as a laboratory; its computers were cut off from the rest of the bases systems, it had reinforced doors and walls of Monotanium, all computer panels and electric systems access points were reinforced and trapped. Biometric security systems and overlapping force fields served not just to keep people out, but to keep one person of vital importance in.
It was the Weapons Development Section: In this place, instruments of destruction were brought to life and a single person worked and lived; a prisoner, a slave.
Inside the section was a tangled web of machinery; computers and industrial replicators were splayed open and interconnected for more processing power.
Across bolted down tables, shelves and cold metal floors were piles of equipment in various levels of development, personal shield emitters, microtransporters, vials of repurposed Borg Nanoprobe derivatives, prototypes for Transwarp drives, adaptive shielding and countless other machines ranging from tiny to nearly as tall as the cavernous room and dozens of metres long littered the room like mountains.
Against the chaotic masses of cold, soulless machinery was a striking contrast; a tall, stunningly beautiful human woman worked away at a complex looking device in nervous panic.
She was referred to as Ein, the Germanic word for the number one, something Kovin had learned from Voyagers cultural database and felt was appropriate.
Ein was an exact clone (created from stolen blood and aged to maturity) of Seven of Nine except for an absence of Borg cybernetics. Due to salvaging neural information from the donors nanoprobes and cortical implants, Ein had been programmed with all of the originals memories. A decision made when it was discovered that an organic interface would work better with the vast knowledge of the Borg than a computer for some reason that flew over the arms dealers head.
Created with the explicit intention to be a Golden Goose that produced endless treasures for Kovin, safeguards were taken with the clone; she had an implant in her neck that when activated would cause either excruciating pain or would kill.
The former, Kovin had demonstrated to artificial female quite sadistically.
Just as with every day for months without respite, the clone slave worked, bringing Borg-inspired instruments of death to life. The room she now occupied was not simply her workshop; a plain, grey mattress lying next to the nearly two storey tall dull bronze-coloured industrial replicator marked this cold, frightening place as the woman's living quarters and she hadn't left since her creation.
Her food, everyday for her months long stay was always an organic broth- or goop she suspected Lt Paris would have called it the first time she choked it down- until she remembered she had never met Lt Paris- or anyone on Voyager, or anyone at all before leaving the clone tube. She had broken down in tears over that. She was just a copy of Seven of Nine, not unique, simply a weaker reproduction.
Ein was monitored constantly, her lab/living quarters was randomly searched for weapons. The facilities industrial replicators were programmed not to produce anything potentially dangerous.
All devices she was given had dangerous components locked or removed and she was… denied any chance to conceal weapons or tech; her hair was shaved to an uncomfortable buzz cut and she was forced to wear clothing that many worlds wouldn't have deemed suitable for exotic dancers.
And she was… personally searched for weapons randomly…
Ein refocused on her task, she had to get this right. She had to! Her hands trembled. Despite having Seven of nine's memories she lacked her genetic parent's confidence- her captors broke it with horrible acts and constant humiliation- like the outfit she wore now;
A bodysuit, covering her from high neck to her toes in a skintight grip leaving only her hands uncovered, but this… thing was not like the medically required garb the original- true Seven of Nine wore. This was a grotesque parody of a garment;
It was an appalling shade of pink, and the material was translucent showing all in visual range such a clear view of her body, from her buttocks to the size and shape of her vulva, that as far as modesty was concerned the garb was pointless.
While Ein inherited Seven of Nine's lack of shame, she knew how it made her captors feel when they looked at her and what it encouraged them to do and she hated it.
About the only concession to modesty the suit had was around her midsection. Atop the near invisible body covering was placed a waist cincher (also of that revolting pink colour but totally opaque) that crushed her waistline in so tight she often had trouble breathing. It was built too durable for her to remove or loosen without tools and even Ein had to appreciate that the device was highly effective at both preventing her escape (she couldn't possibly physically exert herself in a restraint like this) and physically torturing her; the thing around her waist constantly pressed on her, inflicting both physical discomfort and inescapably reminding her of her status as a prisoner.
Even more disgusting were the zips built into her erogenous zones; there were vertical zips running across both of her breasts, partially obscuring the nipples and another zip that ran from just beneath her naval down, over her vulva, between her buttocks and up to the small of her back. All of these fashion choices had been thoroughly and happily utilized by Kovin's guards over the past several months.
While Ein had memories of wearing bafflingly impractical heels as part of her given attire, and adapting to the inadequate footwear swiftly, she constantly cursed the types of boots she was forced to wear here; approximately five-inch, dagger thin heels, designed to imbalance her and create significant pain in her toes, the balls of her feet, strain on her ankles, achilles tendons and her knees. She would have almost given her captors invaluable technological secrets just to get the agonising torture implements off as they were locked onto her shins via a complex locking device.
Ein suspected the devices were present to prevent her from running away if she somehow disabled the neural implant. They were certainly effective at the role; they imbalanced her, caused her serious pain (which affected her ability to strategise) and made a wince-inducing clacking noise as she walked.
Ein's first 'true' memories were of lying on a biobed, naked, restrained by cold metal bolts around her wrists and ankles. After making cold threats and haughty declarations at Kovin, the slimy arms dealer informed the bound woman of what she was, that weeks had passed since Voyager had left with them being none the wiser to what he had created and what he had planned for her. The artificial, but never the less sentient individual had refused his demands, declaring she would not aid her captor, that Captain Janeway would learn of his violation and destroy him.
Kovin's vicious response was first introducing the bound woman to the neural implant inserted in her body; she had spasmed on the biobed in a storm of agony, her nerves set on fire, almost completely overwhelming her consciousness- which was impressive given the pain she had suffered being assimilated, then returned to human…
Except she didn't, she remembered those events because they were copied, then programmed into her vat-grown brain, they never happened to her.
Afterwards, she was given an explanation of what had been inserted into her; if a guard activated the device, she would experience agony or death. If she left the compound the device would automatically activate. The device let Kovin and his men know where Ein was at all times.
Ein had felt terror, horror, outrage, hatred at the smug Entharan beyond words…
When she was first set to work, Ein had tried to create a device that would contact Voyager- subtlety was never the Borgs strong suite so she was soon discovered. After being immobilized by the neural implant Kovin took his abuse of his prisoner to a new level.
While she was held on a biobed by restraining fields, he raped Ein.
Repeatedly. Over an entire day. First by driving his filthy cock into her never before used vagina from above, later by rubbing his dick between her brand-new tits, finally by masturbating and jerking off into her unsullied face.
When he was finished, he handed her over to his guards who gangraped her for hours until she blacked out from exhaustion, pain and horror.
From that point on Ein realized there would be no limit to how cruel her captors would be.
Months of endless captivity, psychological torture, frequent abuse and rape (over two dozen people had sexually assaulted Ein by her reckoning) had changed the woman from her persona from when she came out of her clone tank; she started off as haughty and aloof as her genetic donor, but after so much cruelty and humiliation the woman was meek and frightened, unable to look anyone in the eye and constantly trembling in fear, holding her arms to herself defensively.
Nervous hands continued to work at the last of this weeks assignment; a combat enhancile system built for foot soldiers in the most extreme of combat scenarios.
The device was in the form of an ugly grey armoured suit that boxily conformed to the basic humanoid configuration; two arms, two legs, a torso and approximate human height.
While aesthetically displeasing, the armour would be formidable in combat (as an earlier prototype confirmed in testing). It contained an arsenal of Borg inspired weaponry including adaptive shielding, Autonomous Regeneration Sequencers in every system, disruptor repeaters built into the gauntlets, Biogenic charge Grenades (loaded with nanoprobes that could affect both organic targets and machinery in a variety of programmed manners). Regenerative armour sustained by nanoprobes linked to microreplicators.
A rounded helmet containing glowing red Borg scanning nodes gave the wearer the ability to track various spatial and temporal anomalies and penetrate cloaking technologies, all compressed into a visor-like device.
The suits associated gear included a hypercompact interplexing beacon for vast comm distances and tractor beam drones that could operate both independently and by remote to carry supplies, capture and immobilise high value targets and trap enemies for a killing shot.
Kovin intended to use this version of the suit for a demonstration then mass produce them for the genocidal army of some kind of solar cult or something. Ein was disgusted at her jailors abuse of her… of Seven of Nine's knowledge…
She barely held in a shriek when the armoured door chime went just as she finished the last of her work, including her own secret addition in the tractor drone that she hoped would find its way to the right party.
Unconsciously, she looked at the mass of spare parts on the floor. She hoped that her hack and loop of the security cameras in her lab/cell held and weren't detected. Her, their, escape plan depended on it.
And she hoped her captors would just take their equipment and leave and not… hurt her as they so frequently did.
Her captors wouldn't see any of this though, they would just see the buzz cut blond blank her face, showing no emotion besides detachment. Through horrific circumstances, Ein had learnt to detach her mind from these horrid situations over the torturous months.
"How is my favourite little worker today?"
A revoltingly and terrifyingly familiar voice rang out. Familiar because it sounded very like and yet very unlike her own. Ein stared ahead, hairs on her neck standing on end, stomach rolling in disgust, chest burning with hatred, all behind a marble-calm, beautiful, detached façade.
The figure who stepped into the lab/dungeon in a clomp of heavy boots could have been mistaken for Ein's twin- because she was.
She was Zwei, second clone of Seven of Nine.
Unlike Ein, Zwei possessed none of their genetic parent's memories, instead she was fitted with cerebral implant that programmed her with a vast amount of information. In the same way holodeck characters were programmed to play certain roles and could adapt to enact those roles. The younger clones neural template was that of a 'motivated jailor and adept security specialist' or a depraved sadist.
Zwei served Kovin as Ein's personal jailer, handler and torturer.
"Look at me." Zwei commanded in a voice that oozed dark emotion.
Ein further enhanced her emotional defences and stiffly turned to look at one of the most repulsive things her knowledge of 10 thousand races had encountered; starting at her feet, she looked upon her genetic twin.
Her strikingly long legs were encased in stylised, menacing boots of glossy black. They were platforms giving Zwei another four inches of height without being as painful to wear as Ein's torture footwear.
Her eyes trailed along red trim highlighting and encircling her ankles, knees and further upwards as her strikingly long legs were encased in stylised boots that reached up her thighs, squeezing in on a bodysuit of shimmering material, grey boardering on black. The fetish-inspired outfit was as tight as Ein's torture garb with her vulva shape, buttocks dimensions, breast shape and nipple outlines clearly visible as the perverse clone felt no modesty. The inappropriate attire had none of the demeaning zips Ein had though, a single zip from her collar down to her crotch was how the blond would remove the strangle tight garment.
Around her wide hips (where the rear was designed in such a way that the material somehow flowed between Zwei's buttocks, lifting and separating her rear end in such a way that Ein knew it was extremely uncomfortable even if you enjoyed being gawked at since several of her other outfits defiled her posterior in similar ways) was a belt where a variety of equipment hung including two disruptor pistols she presumably dual wielded.
Around her waist was an alarming-looking corset; both due to its colour; blood red, and its tightness, near enough the same as Ein's torture garment no doubt pressing down on the synthetic woman's ribs so tight they risked cracking or popping organs.
Ein barely suppressed showing her nausea as Zwei, following her prisoners gaze caressed her large breasts with her hands. Her twisted doppelgangers chest was stunningly showcased by the garment's thinness and tightness; her breasts dimensions, nipple size and shape could be visually measured down to the micron as the outfit left nothing to the imagination.
On her lithely muscled arms were gloves of a matching colour and material to her boots they were however fingerless leading to nails longer than Ein or Seven of Nine ever grew them and painted black.
Around her neck was a black studded collar, presumably with a punishment implant beneath like her predecessor.
Her face was identical to Ein's not counting for the black lipstick and makeup that further envenomated the vicious sneer or vile leer ever present. Her golden hair was styled in the french braid similar to Seven of Nines.
She stepped up to her elder "sister".
Posing with her hands on her hips, she stood face to face with Ein, made possible by her wearing boots that had both platforms and high heels. Behind her were several armed goons.
"Minions! Take my sisters hard labours to cargo bay 3!" She declared theatrically, like a villain from one of Mr Paris' holodeck programs.
The 'minions' bristled at the disrespect, but obeyed, fearing the extreme woman's wrath.
Zwei didn't oversee the removal of the equipment via anti-grav (beam-outs were impossible due to the wall composition). Instead, she, as usual, leered over her prisoner and the humiliating garb she (because Kovin gave Ein's wardrobe choice up to her) forced her to wear.
The pink… thing, was just one of many degrading pseudo garments she was made to wear on rotation. She hated it, hated how it made her feel exposed and how it made her guards and the mentally damaged clone look at her. She knew its only function was to humiliate its wearer as it covered nothing that human or Entharan cultures viewed private.
As she had done every day for months under threat of torture and worse horrors, the prisoner stood, arms at side, stiff at attention, face void of expression showing no signs of fear or shame
The guards shamelessly ogled her even as they removed her latest pile of slave produced goods. Zwei remained and Ein couldn't hold in a shiver of fear and disgust as she knew what was next.
Zwei leered at her, eyes raking up her legs, holding on her practically bared ass, up her body and holding on her tits.
"You look tense big sister." she taunted, voice huskier and more provocative than any her genetic parent could have generated.
'You are not my sister, you abomination!' Ein screamed in her head, though not a twitch registered visibly. The older clone knew what was next.
Walking with a predatory sway in her wide hips, Zwei stepped behind her. She gently placed her hands on the near identical woman's shoulders, eyes widening in joy as she detected the muscles under her grip tightening in fear.
She rubbed them, not gently, more a deep, bruising rub intending to get a reaction from the frosty bitch she had to work with.
"You know, you're too tense sis, let me loosen you up a bit."
She whispered that last part on Ein's ear, finally getting a shiver from the prisoner.
She pressed her own shapely body to Ein's. They weren't identical in muscle tone, the debased jailer had boasted that seeing how effective she was at enforcing discipline in her 'sister', Zwei had been given the task of security in Kovin's base. The younger clone had to work out intensely to ball bust (often literally) potential thieves or spies in the base. She had biceps, thighs, shoulders and a back larger than her genetic parent while retaining a shapely form squeezed into latex (much to the appreciation of the bases male staff).
She nuzzled Ein affectionately and the older clone for the millionth time wondered what sick pervert would program the desire to want to molest what she considered her sister as a feature.
Smiling viciously, her fingerless gloved hands grabbed her prisoners tits. Ein stared straight ahead, not wanting to give the lewd psychopath the satisfaction of knowing she bothered her.
The suit gave no protection and Ein felt her breasts being crudely shoved about as keenly as if she was naked. Her steely mind forced down wincing as her soft mounds were callously poked, squeezed and pulled to her sides so far they felt like they'd tear off. Then slammed back together and squeezed so hard they felt like they'd rupture.
She knew her captor didn't care as her already swelling mammary glands were pressed against her rib cage.
Ein felt a new level of revulsion as she felt Zwei's own breasts squash against her back, the depraved younger clone obscenely rubbed herself up and down Ein's back. Her face tightened, but nothing more as the hands so similar to her own, yet so different, closed over her tits and dug in.
She commanded herself to breathe normally though couldn't crush down a jerk as the abuse on her cleavage changed; she felt the zips across her nipples ease down dragging across her nipples, she felt a partial gloved hand enter her pointless upper garment and take hold of her mounds from beneath in handfuls.
"You know I'm sure your tits are bigger than mine…" Zwei purred into Ein's ear.
As if testing her theory, she made Ein suffer the indignity of having her large, heavy, now dangling mounds face the degradation of being bounced up and down carelessly.
"Definitely heavier…" she mused aloud.
She didn't resist as she was roughly shoved over her worktable, squashing her bared breasts between the cold metal and her body, remembering several times she did resist and was shocked into nerveless agony and violated anyway as she spasmed in agony.
Zwei cooed and tutted, drawing out looking over her helpless sister; her unflattering shaved head was to the side and she still stared ahead seemingly bored. That annoyed the sadistic blond- no one ignored her!
She ran his nails across Ein's back down to her ass, reached under and crudely tugged the large zipper, located just below her corset pressing down on her clit down, then up opening her sexual regions leaving the smug clone with full access.
Ein quietly took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax, feeling fingers at her entrance she knew what was to come.
Ein's entire musculature, still shapely due to smart transprotein supplements in her food and muscle toning electroshock pads concealed within her clothing, went taut in distress as Zwei's fingers penetrated her unwilling body, sliding onto and past her labia and giving her low-level pokes with her digits.
Mixing analytical gaze with a crazed toothy grin, Zwei worked her senior clones sexual region slowly and gently.
"Three." She announced as she shoved a third digit inside her prisoner.
"Four." Despite obsessing on the wall before her she could see a hideous grin in Zwei's voice twitching slightly as a fourth finger stabbed into her, the invasion now wide enough to force Ein's vagina into a shape it wasn't meant for.
Zwei had enough experience with Ein to detect her G-spot without difficulty, she poked it callously, infecting her with unwanted pleasure.
"Big sis… how does this feel?" Zwei purred out.
No response.
"Do you want me to stop?"
No response.
"So, you want me to continue?"
No response.
"Do you feel the love for me that I feel for you.
Slight twitch.
"Are you mine? Is this slutty, dirty vat born body mine?"
Placing her free hand onto Ein's rump to mockingly pat her butt, she shoved her embedded hand further inside Ein's tight body, well into her vagina now, lightly poking her vaginal walls transmitting hated shocks through the penetrated prisoner. Only the clone's duranium hard resolve stopped an orgasm over the table.
"Yes, it's mine. You're mine." She hissed into Ein's ear.
This was rape, it was homosexuality, it may be incest or self-pleasuring, none of this deterred Zwei as she violated Ein.
"Five!"
Ein shivered as her jailor added her thumb to the digits violating her. The depraved clone began twisting her palm clockwise. Then counter. Repeating the cruel practice as her hand moved back and forth advancing and withdrawing from Ein's body, forcing her innards to stretch and deform around the limb invading harshly.
As the perverted younger clones face took on a look of concentration, she ventured her hand further into her 'sibling'.
She twisted her hand about imagining the dimensions of Ein's inner body, her composure cracked.
"Lotta space in here…" Zwei mused as she began to shove with dangerous strength, inserting her limb past her wrist. Zwei's lip twisted in effort as she slowly pushed her arm inside her channel so hot, she could feel it through her catsuit.
Ein barely held down panic as she felt Zwei's fingers thud against her cervix, she had been overfilled before, but the older clone couldn't stop a pained jerk when long nailed fingers hit the milestone of shoving past the obstructive cervix, burying half her forearm inside her.
Or the jerk when she felt Zwei's hand move about past her cervix, unfurling fingers spidering across her womb.
The extreme pain only paid off with Ein's attractive features turning pale and showing taut facial muscles. This minimal response annoyed her tormentor further. She pulled her limb out, fluids dripping over the appendage from gloves almost to her elbow. Tutting, she made a fist, and savagely punched back in, brutally battering ramming her forced open cervix and bruising her womb.
Ein spasmed on the table, her teeth showing in response to her shock and astounding pain, turning damp blue eyes showing distress like a light beneath ice.
'Not enough…' Zwei scowled.
The savage clone kept her assault up; punching and fisting the prisoner with her well-toned arm. Her free arm reached under Ein and worked on her clit. Her merciless strategy was to both pleasure and torture simultaneously.
'I'm gonna get an orgasm outta you if it's the last thing I do, you icy bitch!'
She kept this up with depraved glee until her arm began to ache. She stopped, leaving her arm buried in her almost up to her elbow, meanwhile her other hand worked sensually on her clit trying to caress pleasure out of her (a thing Ein despised about Zwei). The older clone held onto her composure feeling her body manipulated grotesquely.
Her willpower finally broke. Her bruised insides contracted, shaping themselves around the rapists fist and arm a split second before she climaxed, spraying juices across her torturers arm and onto the cold metal floor of her prison.
-X-
"I'm not done yet…"
Zwei angled her prisoners body somewhat awkwardly. Her left arm was still buried like a sword into Ein's lower passage, her palm resting on her uterus. The junior clone stared at her rear end trying to work out how she was going to perform her latest violation.
She admired Ein's bared ass cheeks, so full and smooth, rippling slightly in rhythm of her hoarse breathing as the recently climaxed clone fought to reestablish control of her faculties after her forced orgasm.
Ein's arms remained flattened palms up offering no resistance to her. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly before she slammed her emotions down, knowing emotional response was what the psychopath violating her wanted.
Yet again, she showed minimum response as she felt Zwei's right hand poke into her anus. Zwei's fingers showed uncharacteristic care in plying open her back passage. The effort was ruined by the obnoxious remark;
"Do you like it when I'm gentle with you sis?"
Once her sphincter was sufficiently stretched, the jailor (who still had her other hand near-elbow deep in her lower hole) harshly shoved her unburied hand into her much tighter ass. The effect was far more painful than the earlier violation and Ein involuntarily convulsed feeling her rectum fill up with fingers and palm. Her convulsions triggered pain in her vagina and womb as Zwei danced her fingers about in her other hole taking advantage of double penetration.
Ein's teeth ground together as the palm sodomising her kept moving downwards to… something.
Zwei grinned wider than a Cheshire Cat, loving the delicate, forbidden muscles pressing down on her hands, her suit giving no barrier really.
"Big sis, I bet the original Seven (you know, our ma) wouldn't do stuff like this- boring bitch!"
In synchro, Zwei began pistoning her hands in and out of Ein's body; her hand up her ass would shove forth, shoving up her rectum towards her sigmoid colon, simultaneously her hand in her vagina pull nearly all the way out. After a few seconds of teasing finger dancing in both very uncomfortable positions, she callously shoved the pussy hand ramming back in. Simultaneously, the ass-raping hand would pull almost the way out to allow Zwei to tickle Ein's anus while the lower hand would finger the bent over woman's vagina and uterine walls, and vice versa.
Zwei leaned in, opened her mouth and began hungrily kissing and tonguing her subjects pain-taut ass.
Escalating to an animalistic bite of butt flesh, Zwei viciously sped up her double fisting of her prisoner, Ein's body making disturbing noises as she ploughed her with her powerful arms. She refocused her original arm on besieging Ein's G-spot, while the ass-ploughing arm focused on the sadistic desire to screw-fuck her butt hole as Zwei began twisting her arm clockwise and counter clockwise in savage glee.
Despite the astonishing pain and horror she was in, Ein soon approached orgasm.
"Resistance is futile." Zwei leered into Ein's ass.
Sweat dripped off Ein's face and neck pooling on the cold metal of her worktable. Beneath her glacier façade, Ein's orgasm was horrifically powerful, her face contorted trying not to let her pain-lusting captor see it, her breathing briefly skyrocketed, beneath it she fell into disgust and hatred.
As she came down from the barely perceived orgasm, Zwei continued flexing her fingers about recklessly inside Ein's pained body.
Without warning, Ein yanked her hand out of her ass so hard Ein barely swallowed a yelp.
She slapped the shaved blond hard on the half-concealed butt as she viciously tore her other arm from her vagina.
Ein closed her eyes and attempted to refortify herself- she could feel tears in her eyes, but she wasn't going to let this damaged, perverse mutant have the victory of making her scream. Again.
"Aaand… we're done… what do you say sis?"
Ein made no emotional response, knowing it was pointless. She detached her mind from her body as Zwei wiped her stained hands all over her trembling body, further staining her.
Ein's cruelly beautiful face contorted in fury.
"Fine. BOYS!"
Ein's head jerked up in fear at Zwei's nerve shredding yell. She knew what was next.
-X-
Elsewhere...
Via crystal clear security camera streams, the arms dealer and financial donor of the clones, Kovin, watched the entire scene. At his desk seat he masturbated as he saw five male members of his Private Security team (mercenaries really) take hold of the clearly zoning out Ein. Presumably they had been watching their debased boss play with her 'sister' from monitors in the hall outside, as they all sported huge erections.
As Zwei sat on a metal desk and watched, the abnormal (even by clone standards) woman looked torn between being frustrated and turned on. Her henchmen took hold of Ein, pulling and shoving her around like a disposable pleasure android.
This had happened many times before and a sort of organised routine had been established;
One goon sat on Ein's main work desk with his pants open and forced a blowjob from the buzz-cut blonde.
A second guy got behind her and fucked her still wide-open asshole (Kovin had heard making use of the original clone was an organised event and noted someone had lucked out by getting Ein's tight ass first by a raffle Zwei had organised).
Remembering how tight and hot Ein's body was, Kovin wasn't surprised when both men soon came hard inside the unresponsive woman.
Smirking at Zwei shamelessly masturbating on a nearby metal desk (not an easy task when you were wearing a suit as restrictive as her catsuit), he barely noticed the guards dragging the distant looking clone across the room like a ragdoll to her bed, a plain grey mattress with a depressingly thin grey sheet.
Remembering when he was in the position of taking hold of her full thighs, the arms dealer observed intently as Ein was forced to sit on- whoever won vaginal sex in the rafffle's- cock. Slowly, a new, living cock was forced into Ein's probably heavily bruised vagina, earning no reaction from the lifeless looking clone.
Already bruised tits were the next target of the attackers. On the edge of the security monitor Kovin saw Zwei noisily orgasm into thin air as she rubbed off watching the soft mounds so much like her own in shape and size being squeezed and toyed with.
Looking back on his first clone, he saw that another of the guards had stepped forwards, squatted, then pushed his cock into Ein's ass, he held onto Ein's shoulders to steady himself as the clone was again double penetrated.
The situation escalated as another guard stepped one leg over her and trapped her severely trimmed head between his legs. He took hold of her head with both hands and shoved his dick into her mouth completing the savage triple penetration of the captive clone.
From what Kovin could tell from his vantage point, the guy up Ein's ass came first, visibly jerking, then relaxing and leaning onto Ein's still body in contentment leaving his spent cock sticking softly up the limp woman's ass. Ein still had the guy beneath shoving her about cowgirl style in her vagina and the guy receiving an absent blowjob from her.
A bleeping at his console dragged Kovin's attention from the gangrape scene, this was being recorded after all and he already had dozens of videos of Ein being defiled in various ways…
He turned away to a screen of a very important meeting….
END CHAPTER 10
AUTHORS NOTES
For ideas on what Ein and Zwei are dressed like I based them on images I found on deviantart dot com, I forget where exactly.
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