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David slid the metal door open and slipped into the basement laboratory. Dr. Valentine sat no more than six feet away in his computerized throne. His back faced the entrance, making it almost too easy for David to sneak up on him.
“Word is, you’ve cloned Mistress Nadine.” He stroked the young doctor’s temple with the sleek barrel of his plasma gun. The boy genius's protests were cut off as David’s free hand clamped over Jacob Valentine’s mouth.
“When I left you alive,” David whispered in the prodigy’s ear, “I told you to end this operation. Seems you’ve gone against my wishes.”
The stink of black market genetics rose thick from the young scientist’s stained lab coat.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His hands rose in surrender. “I’m not in the clone-whore business anymore.” His feeble lie squeaked from pinched lips. “Just…selling information these days.”
David whirled the black chair around and grabbed Dr. Valentine by his soiled lapels. “You can’t bullshit me. I know there’s a fresh Ms. Nadine lurking about.” He cast his eyes around the grim, damp basement. “My contacts saw her letting some clone whores loose over in the Zinfirth District.”
Jacob stared at the streamlined snout of the weapon, now inches from his face. He ground his teeth together and frowned.
David nodded at him and sneered. “I’ll be generous. Five minutes to come up with something convincing.”
Letting out a sharp yelp, the doctor rushed him and jabbed an elbow into his stomach. A surprised whoosh of air gusted from David’s mouth as he struggled to keep his balance and a firm hold on the geneticist.
Jacob wiggled from his grip and bolted toward a second metal door about three feet away from the monitoring desk. He slapped a large red button poking from a green panel before David took him down with a pulse-three from the gun.
At mid-range, death was still incredibly painful. His particles ripped apart in an awkward slow-motion dance. Along with the backlash from the force of the plasma ripple, Valentine imploded.
As Jacob's screams died, David moved toward the dented barrier. His gloved hand curled around the doorknob, which squealed as he turned it.
Inside, a drab-green hallway stretched left and right. Six bolted, leaden portals lined the corridor. David turned left and made for the last one. He knew the way well. He’d walked this route many times.
The low rumbling of a cooling bio-ink printer came from behind the heavy iron. David set his weapon to a higher pulse level and drew back the large, rusty bar. He opened the door just enough for him to slink through, keeping low and watchful once inside.
The supercomputer murmured a low hum as David walked closer to the six hulking, grey-bodied printers. They lined one long wall of the room. Their stainless steel birthing trays stretched out like the slender bodies of mechanical insects, each supported by three pairs of thin, metal legs.
David approached the third flesh-paper chute. A synthetic afterbirth smeared its gleaming channel walls. Another printout prostitute spewed out, courtesy of the underground world of technologic-cum-genetic crime.
A soft click sounded behind him and David whirled around. Nadine, silver skin bared and shining, entered from another room opposite the printers. Her soft, blond hair fell in loose curls about her shoulders, brushing the tops of her ample breasts.
“I knew it was you.” Icy blue eyes twinkled. “That didn’t take long.”
“I thought I shut this operation down six months ago.” He glared at her through a shock of damp, black hair. “With your death.”
Mistress Nadine smiled and crossed her arms beneath her large, rosy nipples. “Clone whores don’t die. All it takes is a fresh sheet of flesh-paper and a new cartridge of bio-ink, and we’re good as new.”
She stepped closer and David aimed the gun at her throat.
Her lips thinned as she feigned a hurt look and she raised her swan-like arms. “We don’t need to be hostile…”
The sound of splashing drifted in from the open door. David’s gaze locked with Nadine’s. He tried to move away from her, but it was already too late. Reaching out with quicksilver fingers, she snatched the plasma weapon from his grip.
“My, wasn’t that easy.” The R-649 ray gun drew a laser bead on his chest. “How did you manage to kill me the first time we did this, love?”
He sneered, raising his arms in a mimic of her earlier action. With the gun, Nadine motioned for him to move ahead of her and he slowly obeyed. The weapon pressed into the back of David’s vulcanized suit and he stiffened.
Nadine’s low chuckle fanned his ear. “You used to love this. So why fight?” She nudged him into the large bathroom, his arms still raised beside his head. “Can’t we call a truce?”
His Mistress led him to a curtained claw foot--number one in a long line of birthing bathtubs. She drew the steamy, clear plastic back from the porcelain.
A long, hot soak had stirred a dehydrated vixen and she now broke free of her silicone cocoon. Her long hair stuck to her wet body like a slick, ebony sheet as she shed her protective shell and rose from the bathtub.
Nadine’s free arm encircled his chest. “I designed her with you in mind.” Her fingers tugged at his thick, titanium zipper. “I knew you’d return soon.”
“You hoped.” He tried to freeze against her touch as Nadine’s hand slid down his wide pectorals, and then lower across his stomach.
“Am I forgiven then?” Her metallic tongue slid into his ear as the newborn clone whore drew nearer to them.
The raven-haired beauty pushed her fingertips beneath the shoulders of his protective rubber armor, and the shield-clothing slipped down his corded arms.
“You’re forgiven.” David swallowed as hard nipples brushed his naked back.
“Our Dahlia needs a shower.” Nadine’s cool touch coiled around his erection. “Will you help me clean her up? You always liked that.” She worked his growing thickness with her expert touch.
David closed his eyes and groaned. “Yes.”
He let the made-to-order ladies lead him to a large, open shower area across from the bathroom. Their smooth, silver bottoms shone as they moved in front of him, reflecting the harsh fluorescents off their gently rounded curves.
Nadine walked ahead and untwined the removable, chrome showerhead from around its large, polished water taps. Dahlia flashed him a coquettish grin as she lagged behind to shut the flimsy scrap of curtain.
“Come soap up, darling.” His Mistress urged him closer with a flutter of golden lashes and a nod of her head. “Our Dahlia is very dirty. In need of a good scrubbing.”
David smiled and joined her at the gleaming soap dispenser. His mind seemed thick, drugged. But then, Mistress Nadine had that affect on her clone creations. He knew he’d never really be free of her and his will to fight waned.
She squirted a rich, dark-purple gel into his cupped palms. The spicy mixture of roses and sandalwood filled his nostrils. As Nadine adjusted the steaming mist coming from the shower nozzle, Dahlia came up behind David, easing her sticky arms around his waist.
“Where would you like me?” Her husky whisper, so close to his ear lobe, made him shiver.
Nadine motioned to the sex toy with a come-hither finger. “Come kneel between us. Let’s wash that beautiful hair.”
Beaming with wicked intentions, Dahlia assented, sliding her breasts down David’s chest and stomach as she descended. She turned as she lowered to her haunches, facing Nadine.
Testing the warm, rapid spray with her long fingers, Nadine approached. Dahlia sighed as the soothing needles of water hit her raven tresses. She bent her head back and closed her coffee-black eyes.
“Get to work, sweetie.” Nadine’s hands guided his down to Dahlia’s scalp, breaking his fog of lust. The rich liquid oozed into her hair and David massaged it into a thick lather.
Dahlia rose up to meet his fingers, cocking her head to one side and then the other. He bunched her long waves into his palm and scrubbed the amniotic remains away. She gave a small moan beneath his caress and coiled her grip around Nadine’s buttocks, pulling her closer.
Her tongue dipped into the trimmed sex of the clone Madame. Nadine buried her free fingers in the soaked, velvet hair of her newborn trick. Her other hand tightened on the showerhead, knuckles bone-white, as her face twitched in pleasure.
Dahlia urged Nadine’s long, lithe legs farther apart, and her mouth continued to explore and pleasure. The Mistress shivered and sighed her enjoyment.
His blond beauty leaned forward, taking his lips in a hungry kiss. “Did you miss this?” she murmured against his lips.
“So much.” David took the kiss deeper, while Dahlia continued to pleasure her below them. The showerhead moved in Nadine’s loosened grip and its warm spray caressed his back. It heightened the tingling of his heated skin.
As Nadine brought him closer, he trailed his slippery hands up her back. Between them, Dahlia turned. The sensation of her hair across the head of his cock caused David to grunt his breathless enjoyment. The pleasure clone wrapped her warm lips around his penis as Nadine teased his neck with passionate nips and flicks of her cybernetic tongue.
The sex toy teased the head of his hardness with her skilled mouth. David’s fingers slipped down Nadine’s sleek stomach and she arched her pelvis toward his touch.
“Never leave me again?” she breathed against his bristled cheek as he stroked her slick folds.
“Maybe. No promises.” He chuckled as he urged her yet closer, dipping his fingers inside her moist sex.
Her hips thrust against his artful caress, only for a moment, before she pulled away from him. “My turn.”
The dark lady at David’s feet slid her wet, warm body up his while Nadine moved behind him. The tingling tattoo of water left his back as the Mistress moved away from him, trailing lower, across the top of his buttocks.
Dahlia’s slender hands cupped his face and David braced his palms against her slippery shoulders. As she took his mouth in a passionate play of lips and tongue, Nadine’s fingers grazed over his scrotum.
The blond, brothel mogul nipped at his earlobe while the fingers of her free hand now kneaded his back. “Are you enjoying yourself then, David?”
Dahlia feathered kisses across his chest. “Ummm…” He grunted his approval.
“Good.” He felt the cool bite of metal brush over his throat. “I want you to die happy.”
Dahlia stepped back from him, biting her lip and averting her eyes. The metallic noose tightened and David scrambled to free his neck. His slick fingers refused to grip the thick cord as he struggled to breathe.
“W-why?” he managed to croak, as Nadine twisted the flexible pipe a notch deeper into his flesh.
Dahlia disappeared from his blurring vision. David staggered forward, trying to maintain balance and free himself from Nadine’s chokehold.
“I’ve got to weed that rebellious nature out of your genes, love.” The Mistress's response came through a watery cloud as he stumbled and fell to the tiled floor, banging his head hard. “I can’t have you stirring up another mutiny, can I?”
Through his seesaw vision, Dahlia reappeared. She handed something that winked silver to Nadine, and then knelt beside David. He tried to rise up on his elbows as the print-out prostitute jabbed his thigh with a long, thin needle and extracted some DNA.
“I can,” he gasped, batting the fog from his retreating mind, “change.”
As Dahlia rose and backed away from him, Nadine took her place. “I’m sorry, David, but it’s inevitable. You’ll revolt again. Shame to make you so sedate, though. I liked you with a bit of fire.”
He reached up and brushed her perfect cheek as she slid the blade across his throat, finishing him.
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From a young age, a curiosity for all things odd grew in Louise Bohmer. In later years, this fascination manifested itself in her strange stories. She'll try her pen at just about anything. Speculative, horror, erotic, fantasy ... If it jumps into Louise's imagination, she'll pull it out and see what she can do with it. You can find Ms. Bohmer's work in Wicked Karnival - Halloween Horrors, Gothic Revue, Chainsaw Magazine, FEAR, and Raw Meat. Louise also works as a freelance editor for Whiskey Creek Press and Whiskey Creek Press-Torrid. As L. Bohmer she writes most of her erotic works, filled with broken souls, spicy sassy love scenes, and quirky characters. You can read some of Louise's erotic works at Tit-Elation, Ruthie's Club, and Sensual Venus.
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