Message-ID: <43747asstr$1059959403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <viqjqia48m8eff@corp.supernews.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 13:06:42 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} "The Clone" (Mg/W, fan) Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43747> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate The Clone {ASSM} (Mg/W, fan) By Simple Man (C)2003 The lab was dark and it was nearly 1:15 in the morning. Jeffery Ambruster was working late again as was usual for him, the graying of his hair giving some measure of his years. The Harris Moudon Institute for Genetic Research was his home even though he rented a modest apartment in town, which he seldom went to. The Genome Project had opened up exciting new possibilities and he was driven by the concept he was working on. Jeffery had one lab assistant, one Molly McGuire, a slim woman of unknown age that appeared to be thirty something. She was quiet and dutiful in her work. She was also stunning to look at, with short cropped blonde hair and a creamy skin that suggested that she took very good care of herself. She was strictly business, however, and most of her well endowed body was covered while the white lab coat made her look sterile. In the interest of stem cell research, Molly allowed Jeffery to extract some of hers which were placed in cryogenic containers for later use, and she felt glad to be able to contribute to the research, knowing the pain in her left arm would go away from the bone marrow extraction in a few days. It was near the end of the day and she went home early to nurse her arm back to it's former health. Jeffery watched her leave, excited and anxious to begin, but he waited until the only other person in the building was an old security guard that took up residence at the reception desk after hours. Pulling the transmitter from his lab coat pocket, he pressed the button. The laboratory bookcase moved forward and revealed the tunnel that led to the secret labs well under the streets of Podunk, New Jersey. Picking up the cryogenic canister, Jeffery headed into the darkened tunnel for the half mile journey to his own private world. If the labs above were the latest of everything available, Jeffery's labs were science fiction. Twenty years in the making for one purpose and one purpose only. The workman came and went, none of them speaking English. The mile long tunnel led to vast laboratories with equipment provided by the Russian conglomerate that wanted his research enough to build this underground world. The stakes were very high, and Jeffery's very life depended on making it all happen. Jeffery pressed the transmitter button again and the bookcase returned to it's rightful place. For the next 10 hours, with equipment designed by him, he worked. Molly's stem cells were carefully taken from her extracted bone marrow with microsurgical precision and placed into beakers that held sea water, but not just any sea water, this sea water came from the middle of the ocean and some 4,000 feet below it's surface, and the effort to obtain it was what alerted the Russian's in the first place. A crystal of sugar, fresh from McDonalds was added to each beaker, and the process had begun. Jeffery reasoned that the stem cell simply needed nourishment and a small electric shock to begin it's reproduction, and he was right. Molly 2 was being created one cell at a time, in twelve beakers. Notes were entered into his log book and everything progressed as he had planned. Retiring to his room across the hallway, he switched on the monitors and layed down on his bed for some needed sleep. The rules were simple enough, he could keep one of the clones, but the other eleven belonged to the Russians, when and if they lived. He kept the Soviet computers updated, but his own personal log book was much more detailed. The only part he left out was the small electric shock, it was described in the log but what was left out is that it had to be electrostatic in nature, millions of volts, no amperage, and the kind of a shock you get when walking across a carpet on a very dry day. This was a powerful force; he had put a frog under a bell jar and pumped all the air out leaving the frog to die in a vacuum, then some twelve hours later he used his machine to generate the life giving jolt that brought the frog back to life. It was brain dead and didn't move, but it lived just the same. Three days later, examination of the beakers showed signs of life, as a glob of cells had certainly formed. Molly walked into the lab on Monday, looking stunning, her breasts were high and separated, and she looked damn fine. It was a shame she had no use for men as Jeffery would have liked to plant his seed in her. Before she put on her lab coat, he gazed at her fabulous legs and thighs, for her skirt was six inches above her knees. She must be fucking someone, he thought, because you just don't dress like that if don't want to get laid. He decided to push the envelope even further. Molly didn't fight him, she let him do as he wished and soon his cock was well into the sexy woman and doing her right. Molly humped like a whore fucking herself on his cock, she wanted this from him, wanted it bad. It was about fucking time he noticed her, Christ, she had been revealing herself to the man for months and he hadn't got the picture yet. Meanwhile, down in the labs below, stuff was happening and the alarm went off, Holy Mother of God, how was he going to get through this. His cock spurted once then many more times into the hungry woman. Let's go he said! Molly tried to move after him, the cum and sperm flowing down her thighs and legs. She kicked her panties off of her feet and took off running after him. Soon her high heels were discarded as she ran to keep up with the man she loved. Off came her blazer and the ribbon in her hair, left in the tunnel as she followed him to wherever he was going. Then all at once there were there, breathing heavily, Lab 9. The 5,000 ml beakers held babies that looked to be a few weeks old. The alarm stopped. What the hell was this, she wondered, but she was thrown to the floor and was being fucked so good she no longer cared. Her orgasm was building to some nuclear state and she was in the process of exploding all over the man she loved. Jeffery pulled her skirt down after he got off of Molly. She layed there not moving, but he knew she was alright. He knew that he would have to get her out of here, but not before he fucked her again. He lifted her limp body and took her to his room and placed her on the bed. This time he wanted her naked and was in the process of undressing her when she came to. Molly didn't say a word, she just left him continue, and when he was finished with her he undressed himself. Molly watched his 11 inch cock slide into her sopping pussy and disappear; she closed her eyes and waited for the ride of her life. God, his mouth was all over her, sucking everything and her nipples ached with him chewing on them, devouring her this way. The half cc dose of sodium pentothal would keep her sedated long enough. Donning his surgical garb, Jeffery examined the beakers, all were boys, save for one. A little DNA manipulation and presto, you could alter the sex very early on. He moved the little girl to Lab 11 where he hooked up the drainage pump and emptied the beaker. He lifted the baby out of her amniotic fluid and slapped the larger than normal baby causing her to take her first breath of air. The baby let out with a loud wail and then settled down with her thumb in her mouth. Jeffery layed the child on the stainless steel gurney and washed her body clean while examining her in close detail. This was his daughter, destined to grow up and look exactly like sweet well fucked Molly, and he would fuck this little girl as soon as she was able to take a cock into her hairless pussy. Lubricating his index finger he pushed it up the baby's pussy hole and ruptured her hymen. The baby just layed there gurgling as his finger fucked her pussy making her feel good. Molly awoke fully dressed with the ribbon in her hair and more than just a little pregnant. Jeffery worked at the centrifuge and everything looked normal. She got up and walked over to Jeffery and put her arms around him then dropping to her knees, she hauled out his cock and sucked it into her mouth. As he became erect his cock pushed down her throat, her lips on his balls. Placing his hands on the sides of her face he fucked her throat until he erupted and sent torrents of cum into her stomach. Molly dropped to the floor afterward gasping for breath then got back up on her knees and sucked him into her throat again and held him there until she passed out. Best lab assistant he had ever had. When Molly was finally introduced to her baby twin she was already 7 months along with his baby. The 11 boy babies were cleaned up and made ready for shipment. Molly 2 looked like a three year old child due to her accelerated growth and both Molly's were injected with nanotechnology. Molly looked even more beautiful pregnant, and especially since the nanotechnology had removed all body hair, she was as smooth as a she could possibly be. The ovarian cyst had been removed and her breasts had greatly reduced in size, she looked like a preteen herself. This process would continue until both Molly's were the same age, girls of 10 years of age, and they would grow no older. Her baby simply went away, absorbed into the body and reprocessed into other cells the nanotechnology deemed necessary. They were the men in black, large powerful men, and all eleven of them looked alike. Each one of them took a baby and they left in the middle of the night, I scarcely noticed, my cock buried in the four year old Molly 2. Molly sat there petting me, waiting for her turn while she sucked her thumb, her mind reconstructed to that of the four year old. Nanotechnology would render them both exactly alike in every way. The last message arrived and the link to the Soviets was gone. "Comrade Ambruster, you have done well, all arrived in excellent health, wonderful specimens. The Soviet Union wishes to thank you for such diligent work, the agreed upon four million US dollars have been wired to your account. Dasvadanya." Inside each of the boy baby's was the nanotechnology that the Russians wanted so badly. Each child held a part of the code that together would herald a new race, one perfect in every way. And they would have it while the US would not, all it took was for the boy's to grow up to the point they could understand and talk, but alas my comrade's, they would be forever be five years old. You didn't think I would give my life's work away that easy did you? Five years have passed, and my two ten year old's are very loving and extremely sexy. The Soviets are still waiting for the nanotechnology to emerge and the money was laundered and placed into multiple accounts in several hundred small town banks. The two Molly's cannot be seen as different in any way and I do not distinguish between them, both have perfect pussies that can accommodate my length easily and both are eager to please me. The nanotechnology repairs anything I might damage being rough with them, and simple love and attention is all they need. Two identical twins, my daughters, and as we headed out the door on this fine spring afternoon for ice cream cones I had one on each arm. They would never grow any older, never change their minds, forever a child full of wonder and the excitement that life brings. I sometimes wonder what Molly's baby might have been like. She certainly took a good fucking to get pregnant and fell in love with my cock once she had seen it. Well it doesn't matter now does it? She is ten years old again and will never get a day older. That is what nanotechnology does; it alters the body like it was programmed to do, nothing more, and nothing less. You could take a knife and slice open her arm only to watch it heal without any scar in minutes. Forever healthy, they would never die, you see, these microscopic machines would keep them repaired and ten years old forever. They were prefect in every way, young, beautiful to the point of distraction, and all mine. The girls were playful, one stood in front of me her wet pussy pressed against my mouth while the other girl sucked my cock into her throat. The labs were abandoned now; the equipment removed, the underground complex still alive and one lone child, forever naked, read the journals I had written, conceived in the amniotic fluid from God knows what, she is the lone inhabitant aging slowly never to see the light of day, this is the world to her, she will live and die in it, the clone of another woman. 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