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Subject: {ASSM} "The Clone" (Mg/W, fan)
Date: Sun,  3 Aug 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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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.



End



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