Thread: Engineering his revenge Lime & Flassche

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 laws 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.