Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

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 Edwards 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 didnt 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 Edwards 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 hadnt 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 wifes 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 mans 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 mans 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 sisters 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 didnt 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 mans 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 brothers 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.