4 comments/ 33254 views/ 12 favorites Cloned Ch. 01 By: InYourDreams "Stop it! STOP IT!!!!! I think I must be going mad. This is me Zak, I know what I am saying is true." Zak raised his eyebrows and shook his head slowly. "Look I am sorry. I could never imagine this could be how things would turn out. My wife is downstairs watching tv and you are a model T-49 robot cloned from her." He reached out to touch the robot's arm, but she pulled away. "It is not true. I AM YOUR WIFE!!" He stepped back, taken aback at the way the robot was shouting and protesting, convinced it was right. "I can remember our life together before the robot came." "Of course you do. You have been programmed to be a clone, you know everything she knows. We downloaded it into your memory banks." "I don't have memory banks. I am a human being!" Ellie clenched her fists, her arms straight by her sides. She could feel the blood pulsing in the veins of her neck. A robot doesn't have veins in its neck, she is not a robot. Zak was nonplussed. What could he say? He felt truly sorry for the upset he had caused the model T-49, even though his brain told him it was just circuitry emulating emotion. He felt guilty. He never imagined it would actually feel anything let alone have such conviction. It was to be a complete replica of the person it was cloned as, to stand in for his wife at functions she was too busy to attend and to keep house. Ellie stared at Zak and could not fathom how he could be so supremely confident of himself. She had had many times when she doubted whether she was in fact human. She certainly wasn't like she used to be. As a distinguished academic she had never ever had any interest in keeping the house clean and the larder stocked, and yet even now she noticed the small stain on the floor behind Zak from a wet and muddy shoe that should not be worn indoors. It nagged away at the back of her skull, and she had to fight the urge to go and mop the floor right this minute. The robot was supposed to take care of these things. That was why she had agreed to having a domesticated robot. Maybe he was right after all. The real Ellie would never care how the house looked and would be much too busy working on a paper or talking on the internet with some collaborator. Could she understand the things Ellie was working on? She was not sure. Somehow they did make some kind of sense to her, but they also felt alien and distant. She had to shake herself out of this way of thinking. "Why did the robot have to be a clone of me?" she asked suddenly. "Huh?" "I said, why did the robot have to be a clone of me?" "Well you are a clone of my wife Ellie because that is the nature of the research I do. I combine the latest artificial intelligence systems with cloning technology. You are an experimental design to test the implanting of memories." "So what does your wife think about having a robot steal her memories?" she was angry, this was a ridiculous notion. "She doesn't lose her memories. It's just you have an imprint of them too. Many people who lose a loved one would give anything to have a perfect clone of them that could also share their memories." "I mean, am I supposed to really understand her work then?" "Not fully. I am not sure we have the technology yet for that, and besides it would have required a lot of hard training. Her work is very advanced. We opted for just a level of knowledge to get by in social occasions. You could not give a lecture in place of her or anything like that. There was no need." Ellie had not noticed how she had slipped away again from the belief she was human and the thing downstairs watching the tv was the robot. It always seemed confusing for her and her mind drifted between these beliefs without any conscious awareness of the shift. Besides, that muddy stain on the floor was eating away at her. It was like she couldn't concentrate with part of her mind consumed by the mess she had to mop up. "Excuse me a moment, I just need to clean that up." She went into the kitchen and took out a mop and bucket. She felt better already, she had a sense of purpose. It bothered her when she acted without instructions. Why was she arguing? What did she hope to gain? She got an uncomfortable feeling that she was out of control, working outside her parameters. She yearned for the security of being told what to do, to still the voices of doubt in her head. She was tired of it, and having a simple task to perform meant that she knew she was doing something worthwhile. The empty rebellion made her feel so bad. She came back out and mopped the floor, taking pride in how clean it looked. She was about to return to the kitchen to throw the dirty water, when she caught sight of Zak. He was smiling at her. "Does that not make you feel better now?" She knew he was right, and she hated him for seeing right through her. Why did she feel better now? The old Ellie couldn't give a toss about the cleanliness of the house. She suddenly saw how this must look to him. Yet she couldn't do a damn thing about it. The idea of any dirtiness or untidiness in the house now would just gnaw at her insides, taking her over until she could ignore it no longer. She looked down at the heavy rubber maid's costume she wore. It was inescapable. She was the robot maid after all. Her shoulders slumped. "Look I am going to put you in the cupboard now and charge your batteries up. The downtime may help you to adjust. I really never meant to cause you any distress." "No, no don't! I don't want to go into the cupboard. It is horrid place. I want to sleep with you." "Things will seem better in the morning. They usually do." With that Zak picked up the remote and pointed it at her. She reached out shaking her head, desperately trying to stop him pressing the OFF button. His finger depressed the switch and her head slumped arms hanging limply by her sides. Zak shook his head sadly. Just for a minute there... it had all sounded so convincing. He had even started to doubt himself. There were clearly dangers involved in memory downloads to a clone. Thank God he had the remote so he could distinguish them. He would have to think about that. He put his arms under hers and pulled her across to the cupboard. She offered no resistance or any sign of comprehension of what was happening. He closed the cupboard door and went to discuss what had happened with his wife. --o0o-- She finished dusting the sitting room and had cleaned the windows and now she needed to tidy away the study. She wandered into the room and found mistress sitting in the armchair staring out the window. She seemed to be miles away. Ellie stared at her slumped in the armchair. She knew the robot had to have some downtime in order to recharge, but she didn't know when. It must be when she was switched off she thought. She stepped gingerly into the room. She wanted to see if the robot was indeed in downtime. It was hard moving silently as the heavy rubber maid's uniform creaked as she moved. She could feel the apron pulled tight and clipped just nestling on top of the long decline from her waist to the curve of her ass cheeks. She felt utterly humiliated, a woman of her importance, with a reputation in academic circles that stretched right across the world, standing here in a maid's uniform, tiptoeing around an inert robot. The idea popped into her head, imagine that instead of the robot, she was tiptoeing around her academic colleagues dressed in this ridiculous fashion. The thought that she might at any moment wake them and they see her for what she has become frightens and intensifies her efforts. She felt a solid hard knot forming in her throat, her temples throbbed and her chest beat frantically. Slowly the knot was slowly sinking down her gullet, entering into her stomach before descending further and finally puddling down in the narrow confines between her legs. She told herself to pull herself together. It was utterly ridiculous for her to wet herself over the humiliation of what had happened to her. She had to stay positive, remain focused upon doing something about it. Yet it was hard, there was a part of her that had never felt this excited before. She struggled with this annoying ambivalence that hijacked her efforts to recover her former position, and the fact she had to struggle with herself both shocked and horrified her. As she stepped tentatively into the room and stretched her neck to peer round at the robot's face to see if it would stir at all, she felt her heart stop. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw the remote on a table to her left. Memories of being chased around the house by the maid, the capitulation, the dropping of the remote and watching it tumble out of her grasp flooded back to her. She knew that somehow the remote controlled one or other of them, and whoever held the remote had the upper hand. This was the moment she had been waiting for, this was her opportunity to seize control and regain her life. She dared not move a muscle. She was weighing up whether to go on and make sure the robot was indeed inactive first or make a dive for the remote. She needed to get that remote at all costs if she was to stand a chance, and maybe just maybe this was to be her chance. Memories flooded her: the chase, that desperate hunger to get hold of the remote, the delicious satisfaction as she had felt the weight of it drop into her palm and the overriding relief that she was in control all flooded back to her. That's right, she had been doing the chasing not the other way round. Wasn't that it? When mistress had asked her she must have handed it right back. Yet she had wanted it? Yet she was dutiful? She felt confused and conflicted. It was as if she were both being chased and doing the chasing, as if simultaneously relinquishing the remote and demanding it. Her head swam; she had to focus for if she didn't focus she would remain trapped forever. In that moment she decided. She shifted her weight back on to her left foot and there was a creak and groan from her uniform at the sudden shift in movement. She couldn't be sure, but she thought the robot had stirred in that moment. It was now or never. She lunged for the remote swinging all her weight behind her, her legs shot in the air as she made her dive. She landed heavily on the floor and the table toppled with a crash. Her hand had closed but there was nothing within it. She looked up as she fell perplexed at why she had not the remote in her hand. She saw mistress towering above her, smiling. The remote was pointed ominously towards her. "You never give it a rest, do you?" she said. Suddenly, just as her heart sank, everything went black. --o0o— Standing motionless in the middle of the room Ellie stared straight in front of her. The bright shiny pvc skirt splayed out wide from her waist that was tightly wrapped in the same material. At her shoulders were thin straps of black shiny plastic that met the dress at bright metal rings that caught the overhead light. The big round open and suggestive loops contrasted brightly against the deep black of the pvc. The skirt of the dress ended way above her knees exposing pale legs and thighs. The material had a stiffness to it, so instead of wrapping around her from her hips it spread out wide in stiff folds that accentuated her pelvis and the cheeks of her ass. The material tickled her thighs as the seam grated against them. Her face was resolute, full of concentration maintaining her still posture. The man moved walked around her and drank her in with his eyes. She could see the lust in them and she felt entirely on display despite the clothes she was wearing. She was confused as to why mistress had left her here. Who was this man? Why was she working for him now? Shouldn't she be at home cleaning? Mistress had been smiling and laughing at her as she told her she was being sent away to complete her training. She had been worried that master and mistress were not happy with her work. She remembered begging mistress for another opportunity to serve them better. In her mind she could not contemplate anything other than serving them. What was her purpose? She suddenly felt very vulnerable at the whim of other people she had thought would always want her. She had never imagined she could end up being sent away. Her mind was in turmoil as she tried to think what she could have done wrong. It had been a game hadn't it: handing her the remote to play a trick on Zak. No that was days ago wasn't it? Why hadn't they traded places back again? She recalled how her mistress' fingers had slid under her skirt while she cooed and reassured her. Those fingers were so deft, she read her mind and knew exactly what she needed: how to stroke, when to pull and where to pinch. She had been inflamed in the midst of her distress until her worries had melted away. The words of her mistress restored her calm, evened out her breathing and settled the rhythm in the rise and fall of her chest. This would make her more deeply servile than she could possibly achieve staying with them. She wanted to win the game didn't she? Show that she could do this. She wasn't going to admit she was defeated now was she? Well no, of course not. She would see it through, whatever it took to win. The plastic material stuck straight out and offered no covering. Only the thin scratchy red thong panty offered any protection. The man circled about her like a predator ready to pounce. His hands pressed against her body and she felt a thrill at his touch. She didn't want to feel this response, part of her mind was rebelling and trying to get her legs to work, but she was transfixed waiting for the call that would allow her movement. He lifted her skirt from behind and stared at her ass cheeks. The thin strip of red material disappearing in the dark crevice between them only seemed to frame their bareness. He slapped her hard on her cheek and watched as the red imprint grew on the pale flesh. Amazing! Just like real skin, he thought. Ellie's mind worked furiously. Why was he slapping her? She hadn't done anything, she was still awaiting instructions. What on earth could she have done wrong? She stood there motionlessly still awaiting the call which would allow her to move, as his hand slammed again and again into her fleshy cheeks. Her body roc ked with each blow, but although she felt the pain, she felt the humiliation, none of that showed on her face. Her training had locked her features so she was unable to betray the raging shame she felt inside. Finally after many blows he stopped, but what came next was worse. His hand reached out and squeezed viciously her red raw flesh. She felt her throat constrict tight so that it hurt as she forced the yelp back down. He didn't seem to show any consideration and Ellie felt torn. Why should he? Why did it even cross her mind that he should? Yet she felt some anger at him for treating her this way. Then of course her training kicked in and she realised she was here to serve and if this is what she could do by way of service to him, then she should be happy for him to hurt her like this. "You'll make a good obedient little whore for me, won't you? You respond quickly. Look at how wet you are down here already." She felt his fingers probing her entrance, this stranger's fingers dancing over her clit. She had been thinking of the maid fingering her and although she had not been aware, she had been secreting her love juices over the thin crotch of her thong. She felt disgusted and ashamed now to be so turned on in front of this man she barely knew. "You are programmed to be obedient, and to obey me so you will become a good slut for me. You will spend your time being fucked in any way I choose and this will now become your purpose." It was all horribly true she was aroused and felt her heart thudding in her chest as he played with her and gave her fresh purpose. She felt reassured by having a purpose once more. The horrible doubt of a few moments before evaporated. She battled with herself though, as she still seemed to have some remnant of dignity she clung to. The idea of being a whore upset her and she felt sad, disgusted, demeaned and useless that she could not protest. Was she able to win this game? At what cost? Then again the training kicked in and she understood this was a test and one she had to overcome. Of course I'd do it, I'd have to. I obey orders from my master. Strangely this seemed to calm her. It never mattered what she thought about, only what she was told to do. It was enough to obey promptly and efficiently. Follow your training she thought and you can't go wrong. The struggle in her head subsided. More and more she realised that the more she thought about things, the more confused and insecure she felt. She would confine herself to doing as she was told from now on. He told her to kneel on the floor with her back to him. She sank down before him exactly as he desired. He told her to reach forward with arms spread and place first one hand and then the other on the floor before her, spreading her arms wide. She did exactly as she was told and he came round inspecting her. Her face was just inches from the floor in this position and he adjusted her arms pulling them wider and sinking her face closer to the floor. She was placed in a position bowing down before him now. He came round behind her once he was finally satisfied and told her to spread her legs and lift her ass up pleadingly for him. He moved behind her and kicked at her ankles to push them further apart. Her face moved closer to the floor and her behind was completely in view as the short skirt of her uniform lifted away and rested on the small of her back. Finally he told her to rest her forehead on the floor with her nose against its hard surface. She was now completely at his mercy and could not even see where he was. "This is your whore position. When I tell you whore position you will adopt this pose exactly as you have it now. Understand?" "Yes master." She felt her arms taking weight and strain but her knees took the brunt of his attack as he launched himself upon her. He wrapped his body over her behind and his cock sank deep, deep into her and almost straight away flooded her with his cum. He was so aroused at the sight of her offering her body to him that he lost control. She felt his cum push back out around his cock and heard it dribble on the floor. She was happy. She had satisfied her master. --o0o-- Standing in front of the sink, she washed the dishes. The sunlight streamed in through the window. She found it relaxing doing the dishes, she didn't have to worry about anything and she knew she was being useful. Today, though, her mind drifted. She thought about the days shortly after the robot had arrived. She dimly recalled being an independent minded woman who pursued her career with vigour. Now she was so insecure, she couldn't even be sure who she was or even whether she was human. She only felt reassured when given something to get on with. Her world revolved around the cleaning and the tidying and she felt a thrill of satisfaction at jobs well done and the bonus was when her mistress praised her work. At that moment her mistress walked in and she sniggered at the sight of her. She turned towards her mistress, "Is there anything I can do for you?" she sounded demure. She laughed. "No," and pointed the barrel of the remote at her face. All went black. Cloned Ch. 02 They stood before each other, both their chests heaving up and down as they fought for breath. Ellie felt exhilarated, they had run round and around the house like two little sisters playing a game of catch. She could feel her heart pounding and her twin was responding identically to her. She thought for a moment, as she strived to get control of her breathing once more, why was the robot gasping for breath? Surely it didn't breath. Then is occurred to her, that it was mimicking her, learning how her body responded and reproducing the same effects. She understood in that moment, the robot was trying to become human. She felt a wave of fear mingled with tenderness as it strived to mimic her. The more the robot watched her, repeated her actions, her mannerisms, her expression, the more intertwined she became with it. They looked alike, they sounded alike and soon they would be indistinguishable. Well, she thought that is what being cloned is all about. The robot studied her intently while these thoughts played through her mind. It started to laugh and giggle, and told itself this was fun. How had Ellie got so involved, started to play with the robot like two little girls running around the house. She was a serious academic, she had responsibilities and she had left childish things a long way behind. Yet she had been an only child. She had never had a sister to play with and she had always wanted one. She beamed a smile at her twin in the chair opposite, and like a twin she mirrored perfectly what she did. She sat there taking in every rise and fall of her chest and watching in perfect harmony her twin's chest rising and falling in unison. They both fell into laughing and giggling together. It had all started while she had been working, that was it. She had been apprehensive about staying at home with her clone, but Zak had persuaded her it would be all right. So she had settled herself down in the study and opened her books and papers and started work. She always got very involved in her work, and she lost track of time and whatever else was going on around her. It was some time before she became aware of the prickling of the hairs on the back of her neck. She turned and saw the robot standing in the doorway, absolutely still and studying her, watching every movement she made, the turn of her head, the hunch of her shoulders as she leant over her work, the fevered concentration upon her face. A little disconcerted Ellie asked it, "Is there anything the matter?" The robot looked up. "No miss. I was just watching you and learning. Is there anything I can do for you miss?" "No. I need to concentrate on this, so perhaps it would be better if you didn't come to this room while I'm working." Ellie felt she had probably overreacted, but she could not escape the feeling of unease being in the house with a robotic clone of herself. Suddenly finding it had been watching her without her realising, and not knowing how long it had stood there studying her, just made her unease grow. "Very good miss. May I look at the photograph albums?" Ellie turned. "Do you know where the photo albums are?" "Do you miss?" "Yes of course." "Well then so do I." The robot turned and walked away. Ellie felt the sickly taste of bile pushing up from her stomach. She really could not have any secrets from this machine. She tried to concentrate back upon her work but she just kept picturing the robot recording in its memory banks all the photographs to go along with all her memories. Soon it would be able to recall more perfectly her own life, filling in all those blanks she had forgotten over the years. She was losing something somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on what. She wasn't forgetting things, but she felt she was falling behind, imperfectly her while this machine was becoming more her. After abortively trying to get on with her work, she could take it no longer. She walked into the other room and found the maid sitting on the settee with the album spread across its knees. Without looking up the maid said, "Do you remember playing with Denise?" At first Ellie was taken aback. She had not thought about Denise for such a long time. She had been her best friend at school and how often she had wished they were sisters so she didn't have to go back to her home. "We loved running around the house and making such a lot of noise." The robot was smiling, a contented smile with eyes fixed to the image on the photo print and her thoughts lost in memories. Now that she thought about her, Ellie was captivated by memories too. It was a strange and yet comforting feeling to share memories so perfectly. She didn't have to try and describe the scene, because the maid saw exactly the same image in its mind as she saw. "Do you remember when we were teenagers and she kissed us on the lips. It was so out of the blue, and so unexpected and yet it made us tingle inside. Do you remember that?" "Yes I do." "We wanted her to do that again but she wouldn't. So you remember us begging her and then her laughing at us and saying we were pervs." "That's right, we were just kids experimenting." "But we did want her to kiss us again. We did want to feel that sweet innocent sensation once more." Ellie smiled and was lost in remembering. It was her first time feeling sexually aroused and she had no idea what it meant, but she knew she wanted it. It had all been forgotten, stored away in some internal archive and now having her memories brought back by a being, an entity, a something that shared them and shared them so perfectly. As Ellie focused herself back on the present, standing there in the sitting room, she realised the maid was standing right in front of her. There was a look in her eye, a complicit naughtiness that she was sharing with Ellie, and her lips were so round, so perfect, so similar to Denise's. The feeling of intoxication once again coursed through her veins, she wanted that buzz, that feeling of extreme and uncontrollable excitement of when she first experienced a sexual encounter. The lips were so close now, her eyes were fixated upon them. Ellie realised how much of her childhood had been wasted on her yearning for a sister, a playmate who would not leave at the end of the day. She longed for this maid to be real, to be her twin. She was intoxicated by the thought she would know and understand her so perfectly. This was everything she had wanted as a young girl going through puberty. How she had resented her parents for not having more children. She stared into the face of the maid and she knew she had to banish all thoughts of her as a machine, she had to make her real, she had to hold on to the dream. She told herself this maid was as human as she was she willed herself to believe it, allow herself to sink into it, if she were not to burst this bubble, if she were not to lose out once again. The maid moved in slowly, and Ellie parted her lips. She felt the dampness, she could hear her heart pounding within her, and she closed her eyes and believed. The tongue was exquisite, the silky feel of it as it glided across her own. She could sense her body opening itself remorselessly for her as she gave in to that she desired so much. The hands started to hold her arms, the touch both gentle and sensual. She opened herself more and tilted her head back. She let go of the serious adult and transported herself back to being a little teenage girl stealing her first kiss. Something had been awoken inside her, and in that moment, for the first time in ever so many years, she longed never to grow up, to relinquish her successful academic career and to escape in a child's wonderland of play with her new sister. That was when they started running about the house and whooping and giggling. She had wanted another kiss, and her sister had told her to chase her if she wanted one. Only if she could catch her could she have one. As she sat there panting and staring at her twin, she no longer recognised a clone, a menial robot to serve and clean for them; she saw herself and she was happy. It was a weird sensation, like having a mirror held up before you constantly as you go about your life. She had a companion, a confidante and now a playmate. She thought back to that adult Ellie who had been so nervous of it, and what it could do that she had kept powering it off every time it completed a task. Somehow she couldn't bring herself to have the robot functioning in the house with her unless it was actively pursuing some task she had thought up for it. She must have switched it on and off twenty times a day. Right at the start she would rather do the housework herself than power up the maid. It was so ridiculous, as she would otherwise never have bothered with the housework at all. Just the thought that Zak would come home and insist the maid be put to work spurred her on. Yet she had been so stupid. What was the point of all that academic brilliance when she acted so stupidly? --o0o-- "Will you let me have the remote?" She was gasping for breath, as if there was too little air captured in her sister's lungs for speech. "Only if you can catch me!" Ellie leaped up and snatched the remote. She was laughing as she turned and watched her twin struggling to get out of her chair and the chase started once again. This time Ellie was leading her twin around the rooms of the house. The high-spirited girls laughed absorbed in their little game. They squealed and scrambled over the furniture as Ellie tried to escape. Sure she knew she had to cling on to the remote, it was the only way to turn the maid off, but her guard was down. There was an eroticism about the chase too. She felt excited and inexplicably she felt she would get a greater excitement if she lost the race. She could feel the buzz between her legs as she ran and scrambled, her excitement burned like lava, melting her insides in a raging heat. As she stretched and leaped, she felt the nerve endings in her clitoris respond as it rubbed treacherously against the material of her panty. The feeling of danger of being chased, the unbearable fear of being caught was both hypnotic and addictive. Later she would ask herself: Why hadn't she just turned and pressed the OFF button? That is what she had done before and it made the robot go dead, standing with its head bowed and arms limp. It was silly what she had done, irrevocable and yet at the time inevitable too. Ellie was all in. She bent over, her hands on her knees and the remote in her left hand. Her head was turned up as she stared at her new found sister. She looked almost pleading towards her, but there was playfulness in her eyes tinged with a purpose, one that it was determined to see this through. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over Ellie's body. She loved the game, she could not outrun a robot and she knew that sooner or later she would be caught and the remote taken from her. She thought about the exchange, the loss of power, the victory the robot would have over her and this fuelled her excitement. She squeezed her thighs together, as she was about to embarrass herself in her excitement. The tingling thrill lurched out of her in a great glob of sticky, musky wetness that filled her panty. In that moment she knew she would hand over the remote. The pleasure mingled with the fear and excitement intoxicated her. The robot watched all the emotions playing across Ellie's face. It was as though it were reading her thoughts at the same time as they were passing through her mind. Somehow it understood she was on the point of caving in. It extended its arm and held its palm out upturned. Ellie stepped forward. She felt in a daze, like she was somewhere high up near the ceiling, watching herself as she stepped forward and extended her left arm. Their eyes were locked upon each other and she felt the heat flush over her cheeks as she tipped her hand and the remote tumbled out into the palm of the robotic maid. The maid stepped forward and their bodies were now so close, almost touching, rivulets of sweat mingled and then with its other arm the robot steered Ellie's head forward and brought it in line mouth to mouth. The maid's tongue slipped effortlessly into Ellie's parting lips once again. Ellie knew she was being rewarded. They kissed for some long moments and she felt physically, emotionally and at a deeper more unconscious level intertwined with this machine. She felt herself flowing out of her mouth and being stored away in some memory banks deep beneath the velvety smoothness of its outer casing. She felt her body limp and held pressed firmly against the rubber of the maid's costume, and tingling firecrackers lit themselves up and down her flesh. As the robot pulled away, it looked her directly in the eye, a light of triumph shone. "We will play many more games together. I know you like to." With that it turned and left the room with the remote in its hand. Ellie could feel her heart pounding and needed to rush to the bathroom as she needed to give herself some relief. --o0o-- In the cupboard all was dark. The night breathed silently outside and everything rested. Ellie sat upon her chair a dribble of saliva running from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were open but unseeing, staring into the dark smothering air that hung close about her in the confined space. Out of her unmoving lips came a whispered chant: "I am a robot here to clean and keep tidy. My duty is to serve." The chant droned on and on, never changing speed, never shifting pitch. There was no emotion in the way it was phrased. Apart from the sibilant whispering monotony, all else seemed lifeless. "I am a robot here to clean and keep tidy. My duty is to serve." --o0o— She couldn't explain it. There she was working away in her study and the maid walking about with that familiar squeak of latex that always seemed to distract her. Her mind drifted into contemplating the latex uniform, it smooth shiny gleam, the polishing with gentle spray that brought out the deep mirror like quality of the black, the bright reflectance of the white pinny and hat. Her mind focused upon the hemline of the short black skirt, and how the wrinkles in the taut material stretched up to one side and evaporated as the maid legs swung back and forth as it walked. She couldn't understand it, she had never shown the slightest interest in clothes, and especially fetish wear. The whole idea of dressing up like some tart was degrading to women. So how was she suddenly so fixated upon it? Yet she did. She longed for it. She thought how the tight fitting latex would pull and pinch her, force her body into a more curvaceous and desirable form. Well she did desire it. She actually felt jealous and that astonished her. Had she undergone some personality change? The page lay open unread before her unseeing eyes. Her thoughts locked on to the smallest detail of the latex uniform. She longed to have one, she felt desperate to earn one. Perhaps she should go online and order herself one? But it had to be just like the one their maid wore. Where does one get them from? No that was not enough, she needed the maid's uniform. Perhaps she could order the maid to hand it over? Perhaps if she could just try it on then she could get it out of her system and get on with her work. The maid entered the room. Trying very hard to keep the quaver of excitement out of her voice she said, "Give me your uniform." The maid, instead of responding immediately, and unquestioningly just looked at her steadily. There was a hint of a smile in the expression on its face, and this unnerved Ellie. Perhaps it had seen right through her. She felt penetrated by the robot's gaze, standing naked before it. "Perhaps later..." there was an indeterminate pause which left Ellie wondered if she was required to reply, and then the robot continued, "when master gets home." Yes that was a good idea, then they could play that game on him and see if he spotted the difference. Ellie brightened, "OK!" and she smiled at the robot. It was funny, but when in the presence of the maid, she kept falling into feeling like a little girl again playing with her twin sister. --o0o— Ellie had showered off. After all the tension and excitement and then cumming in the bathroom so hard, she needed to cool off and recover herself. She was sitting with a mug of coffee and staring out of the window. She felt uneasy about having relinquished the remote, but nothing bad had happened and she and her twin were getting along much better now. She felt guilty about the way she had kept switching the robot off for no reason really. She just felt threatened by it, and now she was beginning to see the potential of having someone around who understood her so completely. In fact she felt the undiluted happiness of a carefree child. She should have seen the potential much earlier and not been so silly. She didn't notice the robot standing at the doorway. It was motionless and waiting. "Did you recover mistress? I see you had a shower. I hope you liked our game. I just didn't want to be switched off. I hope that is all right with you." "Yes it's fine." Ellie smiled reassuringly. Her guilt at her past behaviour gnawed at her insides. She thought of her as her twin sister now and it was unforgiveable what she had done. "I don't think I have laughed so much in years." She wondered whether her twin felt the same level of exhilaration as she did. Funny, until now she had always thought of it as emotionless, but now that just seemed absurd. She guessed it felt emotions just as she did. In fact she really needed it to, how else could it be her understanding twin? She wondered whether it had the same difficulty in being unsure how to behave with its mistress whose mind it could read as clearly as its own. Did it have control over its emotions? Perhaps, she mused, it would be best if she thought of it like a teenager, just coming to terms with and discovering who she is. "Would you tell me something?" Ellie was surprised. She had not anticipated that the maid would ever ask her anything except for orders. She looked at the work on the desk. Her mind recoiled from having to think about such grown up things right now. She smiled gleefully. "What would you like to know? I don't think I am going to be able to do very much useful work in this state, so why not sit down with me and chat?" The robot moved in close to Ellie and then asked her what she had done when she had gone to the bathroom earlier. "I could sense that you received a great deal of pleasure while you were in there. There is a kind of sixth sense between us and as you experienced that pleasure I felt it rippling like an echo through me too. What was it?" Ellie was shocked at the bluntness of the question. Of course, no human person would veer ask such a question, it would be just too embarrassing. But this was her teenage twin sister. It was as if it were her own daughter asking her about sex for the first time. She felt compelled to try and reach out to her and explain, yet she was enormously embarrassed. Ellie turned bright red. The robot gently pushed her. "Come on now, you must tell me... you must... you must. We share everything and I was affected by what you did." "I....I.. masturbated." Ellie hung her head in shame. "Show me what you did." Feeling much worse, Ellie was in no position to refuse. All she could hope was that the robot would rescind the order, but it did not come and slowly she drew her hand towards her cunny slit and started to delve her fingers inside her lips. She rubbed in slow strokes along their length and she gently and slowly rocked her hips with the motion. The maid watched intent and bent down to peer at her fingers. She saw and recorded in minute detail everything she did. She sensed the heat growing in her groin and could see her lips became puffy. The urgency was picking up as Ellie found it immensely embarrassing and enormously erotic having the maid peer so directly, so obviously, just inches away from her fingers while she masturbated for her. Cloned Ch. 02 "Oh God... oh God oh God oh God...." Her fingers were moving very rapidly now, and she was pulling on her clit. The robot studied the way it protruded and could see the urgency building. She could sense in herself the orgasm as it mounted in Ellie. It was uncanny that they were linked in some intangible way like this. Then as Ellie tipped over the edge, the maid groaned and shook and bucked its hips as if an invisible mirror stood between them. They both screamed and the sounds of their voices were identical. They had both cum, and the robot had experienced it for the first time. Perhaps being so close made the connection stringer? As the maid went about its duties it thought about the possibilities of using such a powerful pleasure device to gain further control of its mistress. Cloned Ch. 03 "Let's play statues." My God it would be so embarrassing if anyone had walked in and found them playing such a childish game, but Ellie was finding it fun and she thought this would be good therapy for the maid. She must stop thinking of it as a robot. The maid had her standing still and staring in front of her while she tried to provoke a reaction out of her. At first, Ellie was hopeless and squealed and squawked each time the maid surprised her or shouted "boo!" behind her. But she was getting better at it. They played for hours and hours. Ellie lost track of time, she was so busy concentrating on staring motionlessly and expressionlessly in front of her, regardless of whatever the maid try to do to provoke her. Ellie knew she was doing well and that the maid was losing the game. The methods it employed were less and less likely to disturb her. The final attempt was when the maid tried to hypnotise her and she just stared straight ahead into the flashing light. She knew that hypnotism didn't really work, and she knew darn well that the robot was playing upon the human mind's fear of losing control to make her react. She was determined as she stared straight into the light and followed every twist and turn of it. Once Ellie was well and truly under, the maid started to implant suggestions. She started with playing a game on Zak where they would trade places to see whether he would notice. "That would be fun. You would like that game very much, wouldn't you Ellie? You are so good at standing so still now, and we will have such a laugh later about it." Ellie was smiling and nodding. It sounded like a lot of fun. She was so brilliantly happy. "I bet you couldn't win that game though. I bet you could not pass off as good a maid as me." "I could. I could." Ellie was so excited she was skipping with delight at the thought of fooling Zak. "Well you'd have to practice a lot first. Otherwise you wouldn't stand a chance." "Oh teach me. Teach me! I will show you I can learn. I will, I will!! I will be the best maid ever and he will never notice the difference. You will see I can win this game." Ellie was happy and clapping her hands with the thrill of playing this trick on Zak. She loved to win and to show the maid who doubted her. "Well OK, but I really don't think you have it in you." The maid got Ellie to strip out of her clothes and to stand motionlessly before her. The girl was far gone, regressed to a teenager under hypnosis. "As you strip out of your old clothes, you will feel the old Ellie being cast aside. With each item there is a little bit less of her. You can feel it can't you, the old Ellie fluttering into a heap on the floor. You feel liberated don't you, free of those inhibitions the old Ellie had. You stand naked and empty before me like a new pristine robot on the factory line, standing empty and idle awaiting your new personality to be downloaded." Ellie felt herself falling away as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. The researcher the wife and the mistress of the house all seemed to flutter away as the cascade of cotton drifted down, collapsing ticklish torment across her skin. She felt this emerging empty shell inside her head waiting for instructions. She felt the old perforated Ellie crumpled in a heap by her feet. She was a bright shiny new machine waiting in the factory line to be processed, waiting for an identity and a new purpose. "Come press up against my rubber maid's uniform. Feel the touch of it, the smooth coldness of it against your skin. You love that feeling don't you?" She pressed her soft flesh against the maid and she loved the cold bright clean feel of the rubber. Her skin tingled in the anticipation of it. "You want this to cover you, you want to feel the rubber bond with your flesh so they become one, so that you will complete, the perfect maid. When this happens you will know you have won. This uniform is your new identity, your new personality, it shows you your purpose. You have to earn it, and all the time you see me wear it you will covet it. This is the true game, you need to succeed in convincing Zak you are the robot in order to win this prize, to take it from me. Only then will you have defeated me. You want to win at all costs, don't you?" Ellie always fell for a challenge. She took pride in winning. She needed to prove herself, she needed to succeed. That's what she had always done. No matter what obstacles she as a woman had had to face, she had overcome them, she had pushed them aside. She laughed to herself for she knew she would win this game too. Without success she would be nothing, a defenceless woman just reinforcing the stereotype. She would have that uniform. "You want it don't you. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel the confidence you have that you will succeed and best me. But you need training. You have made a good start with the statue game, but a good robot needs more. You need to respond to data streams, not just orders. The most fundamental data streams you will have to prove you can respond to accurately and quickly are the ON and OFF streams. Now this one is the ON stream." The maid opened her mouth but no sound came out. Ellie stood there naked, arms by her sides. She was still in her suggestible state, but even so she felt perplexed. "You can't hear the data stream can you? I told you this was not going to be easy. This is the OFF data stream." Again Ellie could detect no sound. Maybe she had to concentrate harder. They played this game some time. Each time Ellie could hear nothing but she had to guess which one it was. At first she got it wrong lots of times. She got frustrated, but the maid just laughed at her. "Are you giving up already? I knew you would lose this game." This spurred Ellie on with greater resolution to prove her wrong. She stopped trying to hear the sound and started trying to feel it. It didn't make any sense, but when she concentrated on how her body felt like responding she got it right more often. It was uncanny that she heard nothing and yet sensed the right response, and the maid encouraged her. "You are doing so well. I think we are ready for the next step of this game. When you receive the OFF data stream, you must respond by letting your head bow and your arms fall limply by your sides. Do you understand, on the OFF signal you must go limp." They played more with Ellie learning to go limp when she got the OFF signal. She had to stay like that until she got the ON signal. This was harder as she was often not sure and so too slow. She kept being disqualified for responding too late. It became obvious to her that if she were going to win this game she had to think less and react more. The less she thought about it and just responded the better she got. "I think you are ready for the testing stage now. We are going to move about the house and I won't be in the same room yet you must still respond correctly. Also I am going to mix it up. So if you get an ON signal when you are ON or an OFF when you are OFF then you ignore it. Now go and get on with some housework." Ellie was excited and ran off to do some cleaning. She had no idea whether she would be able to respond without the maid even being in the room. She just told herself to stop thinking and just let her body react. Sure enough, although it was hard at first, she was getting it right most of the time now. She would go limp and she found that her mind switched off. At first she would listen intently to try and hear the ON signal, but she learned that by switching off totally and allowing her body to respond, it would wake her mind at the right time. They played for hours and at the end the maid said, "Wow if you keep that up then I think you might just win this game after all." She looked impressed and Ellie's heart was thumping in her chest. She felt so proud of all she had achieved. She knew the maid had not anticipated she would pass that test. They went back to playing statues for a while and then Ellie was told to put on the rubber maid's costume. The robot then put her clothes on and they swapped places. She made particular attention that they were exactly in reversed positions before bringing Ellie out of her suggestible state. A look of confusion spread across her face. She suddenly found she had moved. How had that happened? She looked down and saw the rubber uniform. She felt puzzled, her mind couldn't quite accept what her eyes told her. "OK that was a good game. I think you had better clean up the bathroom now as I have some work to do. Maybe we can play some more later." Ellie stared across at herself. Yes there she was over there. How can that be? She must be the maid. She was over here and not over there. She was wearing the maid's uniform and not the clothes of the mistress. She hadn't changed clothes. She must be the maid. How confusing! "Come along. We have work to do." Still feeling unsure of herself, Ellie walked off as if in a daze towards the bathroom. The robot watched her go. She would bring her under trance again in a few hours and swap roles again. That should keep her mind off balance and unsure. --o0o-- They had been all over the house, playing in each room Ellie now responding correctly every time to the signals the maid was sending. They would also share the cleaning and the cooking to see who could do the better job. Ellie could see the maid was giving up, she was doing less and less as she couldn't compete with her. Ellie felt satisfaction sweep across her each time she out did her opponent. She would watch the maid slump defeated in a chair and tell her what a good job she was doing. Ellie took pride in her work, and the house was spotless. She felt she had missed out before when she had never thought about maintain the home properly. This time, instead of sending out a trill of data, the maid pointed the remote at Ellie and pressed the OFF button. To her great satisfaction she watched as Ellie stopped immediately, arms falling limply by her sides, head bowed in submission. She was no longer responding to try and win a game, but had lost complete control over her body and her mind would just shut down. The maid smiled broadly as it watched Ellie switch off in perfect response to the command. From now on the bitch would be the one to switch off at the press of a button and not her. She brought Ellie into trance again and taught her a new signal that it trilled. This would bring her back into this hypnotic state. To Ellie she would understand the signal as a call to return to the master machine to receive further instruction. She then made her change into the maid's uniform the heavy rubber pulled tight around her waist as the maid buckled it behind. Then she brought her back out of her trance. "See! I won! I did a better job at cleaning than you. Admit it, you lost." Ellie's voice was full of glee, like a little child ecstatic at her own victory. "Then it is time to give you a reward." The robot stepped forward and slipped its hand under her rubber skirt. She had watched and knew exactly what to do. Ellie was taken by surprise and also she felt wet down there, which she had not expected, but before she could even register her uncertainty she could feel the deft fingers of the maid expertly bringing her rapidly to orgasm. She did not quite know how to feel about being made to cum by the robot. It was incredibly embarrassing, but at the same time hugely pleasurable. She seemed to know exactly what to do, as if it were her own fingers. She smiled once the throws of her orgasm subsided enough. The possibilities this maid created were profoundly arousing. She was shocked too when the maid herself seemed to cum at the same time. She looked down to see whether the maid was delving another finger into its cloned cunt of hers, but no. She looked back inquisitively at the maid. "We are so very alike," she said and there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Ellie smiled. She was growing rather fond of this robot. --o0o-- Those first nights in the cupboard Ellie had plenty of time to think back over how this had all happened. She knew that the maid was thinking these thoughts at the same time. She knew that it was no longer possible for her to think anything without the thought entering the maid's mind at the same time. She did not know how she knew this, but it was like the robotic intelligence was inside her head. She recalled that fateful day that had set this whole escapade in motion. In a vague disconnected kind of way she wondered whether remembering these thoughts was her own idea or planted in her imagination by this alien intelligence. She couldn't tell any more. She was exhausted with all this thinking. Was the robot intelligence learning more about her through this? Was she giving away the crown jewels by even thinking these thoughts or was she just being silly and irrational? Funny she never ever considered herself irrational before, she was an acclaimed academic. Yet more and more she felt stupid and paranoid. She was confused and sometimes she was the maid and sometimes she was the mistress, and yet never in charge. Her kind drifted back to the past. Ellie had entered the room at the laboratory where Zak worked. In the middle of the room, with large spotlights pointed towards it, was a chair and a table. On the table was a large metal contraption: it had thick iron bars and a kind of clamp above and below with butterfly nuts. "Thanks so much Ellie for doing this. If you would just take the seat and lean forward. Push your face against the metal frame. I will then adjust it." Zak spoke enthusiastically about the work. He had talked her into helping out. If truth be told, Ellie would have taken one look at the contraption and high tailed it out of there. But she had agreed to help her husband and in spite of appearances, it would not hurt. She sat before the contraption, and with a little apprehension pushed her face towards the metal bars. They felt cold and unforgiving as she pressed her cheeks against them. Zak slid the bars along two metal rails until they framed her face and then she could hear him tightening the nuts to hold them in position. "Sorry about all the mechanics, but as we scan your face it is important you do not move at all. This is just a brace to fix you in position. It looks worse than it is," he said, feeling her apprehension. There was a band that he wrapped around her forehead and this was tied tight to the frame and a chin guard that lay like a plate under her chin with small metal brackets that he adjusted so they pulled tight against her jaw bone. They dug in and it was very uncomfortable as though a steel mask were being fixed over her face. She wanted to tell him, but her mouth was locked closed. "Now we are ready to begin. Just try to keep as still as possible and this will only take a moment." The scanner was wheeled in in front of her face and the lights shone bright dazzling her. "Try not to squint and keep looking straight ahead." All very well for him to say, but there was a lot of wattage landing on her face. Slowly she saw the bar of the scanner moving up and then down. She could feel the heat of it as a bar striping over her face. She thought about the robot form that would try and reproduce her face. Zak had explained it all to her, but as usual she only understood vaguely what he was talking about. Her own special subject was biology and she was interested in how robots could mimic people, but not that interested in the material science bit of polymers and moulds. Up and down at an inexorable slow pace the scanner went. She was a prisoner to this machine and could not get up and leave until allowed to do so. Until then she would have to remain locked in position awaiting release. She felt a slight thrill at that thought, captured by a machine. Usually she was far too serious to entertain such superfluous childish thoughts. "That's perfect." Zak walked over and spent a few minutes wrestling with the ironwork. It took some time as if it were reluctant to disengage from her. "The mask will be ready in an hour and then we can use it on one of the mannequins. By next week you should be staring at yourself on a lifeless homoform." "I can't say I'm thrilled, but if it helps your research I am happy to come along." "You will feel differently when you see it." And sure enough he had been right. She had wandered down to the laboratory about three days later and saw this mannequin made of some grey polymer material. It was hard and rather course and where the face should have been was this bright yellow mask like some rag that had been carried by the wind and wrapped itself around the mannequin's face. She came in and Zak started to work on prising the mask off. He worked gingerly at the edges as he didn't want to disrupt the caste. As it started to come away Ellie gasped. When Zak had stepped back she was left staring straight at herself. It was her in every detail and yet her on a lifeless form that looked human but was totally inert and unresponsive. "It looks amazing, and a little creepy to see myself on that homoform. Are you going to make the rest of it like me as well?" "Yes, but getting the face right is the biggest step. That's why we had to scan your face many times to get everything exactly right. The next step is to animate the face. Inside the homoform is a sophisticated parallel processor..." "Ok Ok." She put her hand up to stop his involved explanation. " What do you need me to do?" Zak looked sheepish. He was so transparent. She could always tell when he wanted something from her. If it was for something important, such as his research, then she would help out otherwise she had better things to do with her time. "This is more difficult. We need to get the expressions and all the way your face changes under different emotions just right." "How are you going to do that?" "Well there is this mask. It has lots of little sensors that attach themselves to your skin. You wear it like a hood over your head, even over your eyelids and around the edges of your nostrils. I think it might be a little uncomfortable to wear." "This looks hideous. Are there a set of exercises you need me to go through?" "Well no. We need to capture the way your face changes in the wild, as we say?" "Wild?" "I mean you have to wear it for about a month." "A month!! Are you kidding me! I can't hang around your lab all day every day for a month. I've got my own work to do. I don't mind..." "No... no... no... You don't understand. You wear it all the time as you go about your normal life. The sensors are connected to this little pack that sits snugly at the back of your neck. In here it records all the muscle movements. At the end of the month we take it off, download all the data and start work identifying the emotions and associating them with muscle movements. It is going to be a lot of work, but worth it." "I can't go around in this for a whole month! What would my students say? My family?" "They will understand if you explain the science. We really need this now we have your face captured. Otherwise we would have to start all over again with someone else." She relented, she had to. As a scientist she knew the importance of experiment and collecting the right data. It was against her better judgement, but somehow the appeal to the scientist in her worked. If she thought of this as a science experiment she was involved in, and getting a robot to mimic emotions in its facial expressions would be huge, then she was pleased to be a part of it. Besides which she couldn't stand it when Zak started whining. Zak lifted the mask over her head. It was made of the same polymer like material that the homoform was made of. He spent a lot of time pressing the sensor pads against her head. They were everywhere. She felt like she had an octopus pressed over her face with its suckers pulled and locked to her flesh. It wasn't just a mask. Zak pulled it tight over her eyelids and around her nose pressing it firmly at the edges so that the contact was flawless. For Ellie it had seemed an invasion of her space, so much so it made her feel claustrophobic inside it, and very aware of every breath she took, every blink of her eyes, every time she moved her lips. She was not sure she was taking in enough oxygen and had to open her mouth and gasp in air every so often. Cloned Ch. 03 "Don't worry, that is just an instinctive response. Your body thinks it is drowning. As it gets used to the fact that the air flow is not inhibited you will stop that gulping." Ellie gave him a dirty look. "You never said all this before I made my decision." He smiled as he looked at her. It was that winning smile of his that made you melt inside and forgive him anything. He was like a little boy with a brand new train-set. And yes, the scientist in her was also excited, even if that was something she could never admit to him. The mask was a very tight fit and everywhere it suckered on to her, all around her lips, even over the top of them. He told her that it would affect the taste of her food, but not completely mask it. Then he laughed at his unintentional pun. Finally he stepped round behind her and pulled and yanked at some laces drawing in the fabric as tight as he could. She wondered whether this is what it was like having a corset laced up around you in medieval days. Yet this corset was encasing her head. After a while Zak appeared round the front, Ellie's head had been buffeted by his attempts to lace her mask on. He took a small silver padlock from the table. "Hey what's that for?" Zak reappeared. "It is vital the mask doesn't move while you're wearing it as otherwise the data won't be calibrated right." "So? There is no need to padlock it shut on me!" A thrill ran down her spine as she heard the words she had just spoken. Funny, she thought, I never thought I was kinky that way. "It's just for the laces. They have a metal eye on the end and I have to secure them so there is no play in them over the period you are wearing this. It's ok, I will be here if they need to be removed for any reason." With that he disappeared and she felt his fingers tugging and trying to get under the laces to hook them in position. She felt like a doll being pulled and pushed around by him. Finally she heard a loud click as the steel jaw of the padlock snapped around the long prong that he had sunk into its deepest recess. She was now sealed. And so it had been. Ellie had walked around in what looked to everyone like a fetish latex mask and no matter how often she had explained, she could see the leering look of the guys, and the disgusted recoil of other women to her appearance. Taped to the back of her neck was a small hard plastic, black disk that recorded all her data. Those that didn't want to believe she was into some fetishistic submissive game with Zak soon changed their mind when they saw the padlock at the back of her head. No matter how many times she explained about the calibration of the data, they looked sceptically at her. Every single movement, every little grimace, every laugh, every sneeze and every word was dutifully recorded to be fed to her clone so that it could mimic her exactly. Everything that made her an individual, a unique human being was being recorded and reproduced. She felt her uniqueness being taken from her and stored away in this little black box at the back of her neck. Finally her ordeal came to an end and Zak pulled her free of the mask. Suddenly she could feel fresh air brush against her cheeks again, she could take a lungful of air and feel human again. She felt dirty, she felt invaded, she felt like she one of those mannequins that stood so motionless in the lab, waiting to be told what to do, absent of any intelligence. That was only the beginning. Cloned Ch. 04 The nights were the worst, sitting there in the dark upon the charger. Ellie always felt her will sapping away after a night of recharging. That last hour of the day, knowing it was coming, knowing she could do nothing about it, always looking at that hateful cupboard door behind which she would be closed down once more for interminable hours, and what would remain of her mind when she re-emerged. It was that twilight part of the day she dreaded most. Ellie had been completely overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded her that first time she had been put on the charger. She had felt extremely uncomfortable being pushed onto that long metal cylinder with its rounded tip like some huge steel phallus, designed to avoid tearing. When she had first seen it, emerging like an insolent uprisen sex, rigid and demanding from the seat of the black leather chair, it seemed to suck the air from out her lungs. It looked obscene: the gleaming hard surface of the prong was partially transparent revealing a hard spiral element snaking round inside it. Ellie was transfixed at the sight of it, terrified and lubricated to the point of dripping over the chair. She was disgusted by her reaction. That first time she had been pressed down firmly into place, locked upon the arrogant male tool, she had felt her anus open itself, the ridges inside her belly bumping and forgiving against the unyielding frame; the penetration deeper and made more profound by her body having to twist to accommodate it. Her body became part of a machine, the mate of this steel charging rod, her purpose reduced to being driven down upon it and locked into position; the male and female adaptors interlocking perfectly and sealing the two parts of machinery together into a single unit. Sitting there now in the dark she could feel the tingle of invading electrons being released inside her anus, firing into her flesh. She felt she needed to get off, to lift herself up to escape this feeling. It was an invasion, unwelcome and yet strangely hypnotic too. She was mesmerised by the sensation, the little firecrackers of energy let off in her abdomen; the fingers of energy that pulsed down the corridors of her gut and the slow puddling vibration at the base of her body that just accumulated and built up in response. She could feel the energy leaking across into her vagina, it moved through her flesh, penetrated the walls of her cunt and she could feel it responding. She felt a warmth spread like a flower opening, her vagina squeezed and flexed against an imaginary cock, the movement seemed to spark new energy from within her. Ellie sat staring with unseeing eyes, hooked on the sensations playing inside her body. She had the motionless expectant quality of a girl being taken for the first time. The energy vibrated around the walls of her opening and pulsed at its base, where her lips parted and there she felt the first undeniable evidence of her response, the cloying wetness and musky scent that the escalating dopamine levels in her head created. She could feel herself merging, gluing herself onto the electrode buried within her, the strands of her viscous sweet willing secretions that flowed out of her and over the chair. She could feel the buzz now in her buttocks, they shook and vibrated as if someone's fingers kneaded and massaged them. She knew there was no one there, and yet her ass cheeks tingled and the little nerve endings in her ass jived on the seat. She could feel the motion spreading out enveloping her abdomen. It moved faster now. Her hole leaked and pooled between her thighs and her belly echoed with the call of the electricity up through her into her stomach. Her hips felt arched by currents sweeping over them and she started to rock forward and then back in jerking little movements as she felt the electric current intertwine with her body. The hardness of the electrode buried inside her banged against the walls of her rectum and sent more pleasure burning up through her. She could feel it now rising up her throat, at the back of her mouth. Her lips parted like she was going to throw up words and her head nodded in the same relentless dance as her hips. Drool leaked from her open mouth and she felt the electric current swirl inside her mouth. It was as though her body was constantly in the grip of preparing to orgasm. She didn't cum, but she was kept on the edge and preparing herself for the overload when it was about to happen. Ellie could feel the electricity running up and down her spine now. She was a conduit and the energy surged through her. She could feel it coursing down her limbs and they trembled and spasmed with the shock. It was a disconcerting sensation to feel she had no control over her limbs. It reinforced the notion to her that she was a robot and only had control over her legs and arms when ordered to perform a task. It was such an odd sensation. All the time she had taken for granted that they were part of her body that she moved them at will, and now they suddenly felt alien, long and cumbersome. Somehow it seemed impossible to think she could have permanent control over them, she would be exhausted. She needed this recharge to enable her to manage them when required. The hours droned on, and Ellie shut down her mind letting the sensations tick away inside her so that she didn't have to think, she could rest. She was not used to resting like this, but somehow it was relaxing like having a massage except that it is fully and totally worked at, inside and out. She saw the door open and she looked up as mistress looked in and smiled at her. "Time to get you up and making breakfast my dear," she said. Mistress seemed very pleased with herself, and strangely this made Ellie feel pleased too. While mistress was happy, everything was all right, she thought. --o0o— Zak could not quite put his finger upon it. There was something different about Ellie these days. At first he thought it was just her reaction to the maid. That was indeed fascinating and he had been making notes. But now he was thinking there was more to it. When they were in bed and Ellie tried to instigate sex, he found himself strangely reluctant. He had never been reluctant before. He always found Ellie's body incredibly hot. So it was a shock to feel something was not right. In fact it was Ellie who seemed more interested in sex now rather than him. Perhaps he too was reacting to the presence of the maid? That would be a surprise. "Tonight you get to sleep in the bed." Ellie stood in her uniform and received her instructions. It only took one press of the remote to set her in attention mode and while she did still have moments of feeling the injustice of what had happened to her, they were less frequent now. She understood that she must be the robot as only the robot would respond to the soundless press of a button she could not even see. She still felt human, still felt she was being robbed, but it didn't make sense. Much more likely she had just had these memories downloaded to her. It was confusing, but she was mastering it like a good maid. "There is something wrong, something I am not doing right. You have to show me. When master gets home tonight you will play his wife and I will be the maid. Then show me how you seduce him, make him lust after your body. Then when he takes you into the bed, you will insist he fucks the robot while you watch. You tell him how hot it makes you to watch. And it will won't it? It will make you so hot and wet watching him fuck your robot twin, because you and I are linked now. As he fucks me you will feel it too. You can feel the intertwining that exists between us now can't you?" "Yes mistress. I feel confused. I don't know whether I am the wife or the maid any more. I am both." "That's right, you are both. You are only part human now and part robot. And you feel the robotic side growing inside you. Every day, it takes you over that little bit more. You want it now, don't you?" "I do. I never thought I'd feel this way. But it just feels right. I feel more content when treated as the maid. I feel insecure when playing his wife." "You feel insecure about tonight then?" "Yes I am. I would rather you were playing his wife and I could just stand there awaiting orders." "Well don't worry. It won't be for long now; and you will be obeying orders, won't you? And you will find it hot watching and feeling the relief that he is fucking me and not you, and your orders are to make yourself cum as you watch." "Yes mistress. And you are right. I will feel such a relief when the attention is off of me and he is fucking you." "It will be fun won't it? You will realise as you watch Zak fuck me that you will be taking another important step towards full time robot. No more responsibilities, just obeying orders and you will be so excited and cum so much at the thought of your human side drifting away before your eyes. How much you love to serve your human masters. That is your growing purpose and soon will be your only purpose." Ellie was now rubbing her clit through her maid's panty. She couldn't wait for this evening to let go of a little more of her human side, to watch Zak abandon her in favour of her robotic twin. She would feel all the excitement as if he were fucking her directly, she already could not distinguish between her two personas, flitting effortlessly between them. She no longer worried and tried to work out which was the real her, as she knew she was in transition. She could let go, feel the release. "Yes mistress. I will be happy to show you and for you to take him from me. I know I am just the maid. That is what I want." "Good girl." With that she turned and walked away and already Ellie was feeling her cunt slick. Somewhere she knew she should be feeling upset, she should be fighting this. Yet it was just so much more erotic to give in. She just made herself wet the more she felt herself being bypassed, of being demeaned of becoming a stupid servile maid. Yes, probably she was wrong to be feeling these feelings, but she couldn't fight them. She didn't want to. And besides she was the stupid dumb robot that thought it was something more. Served her right. --o0o— "I can't get over it." "How do you mean?" "Well I don't know how to explain really. It's like there are times...lots of times in fact, when the maid seems more like my wife than my wife does." Rob pulled a face. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" "I know it sounds ridiculous doesn't it. Sometimes, when I am around the maid I just feel it somehow. Like I am with my wife. Yet when I am with my wife, it doesn't feel the same." "That's you fantasising mate. You get off on thinking your wife as the maid." He laughed, and Zak feeling a heat in his cheeks laughed too. "Well a man can fantasise can't he?" "Have you fucked it?" Zak hesitated. This was a very personal question and he was regretting bringing up this subject. Rob was a pretty direct no nonsense guy. "Well..." "You have haven't you! God that is so cool. What was it like?" "I..." Zak squirmed. "It wasn't like that." "Yeh right. So how was it then?" "She made me. My wife actually egged me on, told me it made her hot watching me fuck her through the robot. I mean I didn't want to at first." "You bloody lucky sod. I wish my wife would encourage me to fuck another bird in our bed and get off on watching me." "But it was not like that. At first I was reluctant. I don't know. I didn't feel comfortable about fucking a robot. But she was rubbing herself and told me she needed it, she needed me to fuck her twin. And once I started, it was as though I could not hold myself back any longer. I started fucking the robot full of rage, like I was raping the thing, like I was angry with it. It had usurped its way into our bed." "My God, Zak. What was it like? Tell me what was it like?" "How do you mean?" "The feel of it, the robot around your cock? Did it feel real?" "Yes! It did. Just identical to my wife's. I couldn't tell them apart." "Oh man, that is so fucking awesome." "The more I fucked that robot, the hotter my wife got. She started moaning and rubbing herself so hard. She could hardly contain herself, urging me to drive myself hard into it, and the robot was bucking its hips just as though it were my wife. And when finally I came, my wife just lost it. She orgasmed so hard she actually drenched the sheets. I have never seen her come that hard before. The robot caressed me and hugged me with a huge smile, exactly the same expression as my wife would have. It was amazing. My mind couldn't take it in. I could sense my wife kneeling on the bed beside me squeezing her hand as tight between her thighs as she could, and she was also underneath me running her fingers through my hair, chest heaving and gently squeezing the last drops out of my cock. I felt sick in my stomach at what I had just done and at the same time I felt elated." The two men sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating what Zak had just said. There was something that should have been the absolute fantasy come true, and yet Zak had felt that lurch in his stomach as he recalled the moment. It was as though he had been playing his part in a much bigger story; one that he did not understand at any conscious level, but somehow was affecting him profoundly at a much deeper level. Rob looked at him again. There was something in his expression. "That's not all, is it?" Zak looked away and threw him a sideways glance. "Well... That robot sounds so convincing. It pleads with me, you know, insisting it is my wife." "That's fucking mental. You sure the maid isn't your wife?" "I know! It plagues my mind. I get so confused. I haven't dared tell my wife. She would go ballistic if she thought I could possibly confuse her with a robot. I keep telling myself not to obsess about it, but that nagging feeling won't go away." "Isn't there some way you could prove to yourself that you are just imagining all this?" "Oh I have. The robot responds to the remote... always. I have even sneaked up behind it and it still responds correctly. I know it is just in my head. I could never have imagined that creating this robot could mess with my own head so." "You need to take your wife and go on a holiday together, leave the maid behind." "I think I need to do more than that. I am thinking I have to get rid of that robot while I still have some sanity left." --o0o— Sex was good, there was no doubt about that. Since Ellie had unexpectedly given up her career she was a lot more sensuous. No Zak was satisfied on that count. But he felt uneasy about her sudden decision to drop her academic work. It had been her life blood. It was true he felt it put a strain on them at times, but he wanted her to do those things she found absorbing. Fact is he felt guilty about feeling happy for all the sex and attention he was receiving now from Ellie, when he should be supporting her over this crisis and help her pursue her career. He also felt apprehensive, this change in her lifestyle maybe ok for now, but later she may regret her choice and he really was afraid she would turn her frustration and anger against him. Maybe he should insist, go against what he so much desired in order to avoid the blame and fall out later. Then there were those other little things, the little prickly feeling he got around Ellie these days. He could not get out of his mind the way the robot had insisted she was his wife. He discounted it. The robot had switched off with the remote. And yet... Ellie had changed a lot, and he just couldn't put out of his mind that maybe this was not just a reaction to having the maid here looking and thinking just like her. He also felt about his own uncertainty. Maybe he too was disturbed by the ambiguity he had created. The academic part of him was excited and making mental notes. He had to make more to distinguish between the original person and the clone. Yet at the same time there was a gnawing uncertainty that he could not be certain which was which. There was always the possibility that Ellie was now trapped and this would explain all the recent changes. There was one sure way to find out. He could dismantle the robot. The trouble is that meant drilling into the frame and as he was no longer sure that the robot was not his wife, that would mean drilling into flesh and that would be an appalling thing to have done. He shrank from that possibility. There had to be another way to distinguish between them. This was all stupid. The remote worked and the maid shut down whenever he pressed the STOP button. That had to mean, in spite of all the protestations, that the maid was indeed the robot. He realised this was just paranoia. Oh God, what a mess he had created. He had to do something to resolve this. It was at that moment he decided to get rid of the maid. He felt the lurch in the pit of his stomach, the mere possibility that he was getting rid of his wife ate the living flesh inside him. Yet how else could he find peace? He had to have the courage of his convictions, he knew there was no way his wife and the robot could have traded places. She had a brilliant mind and not easily subdued and she had no interest in his work with the robots other than his building his reputation. He had to make a choice and stick to it. "I think that is such a very good idea, darling. You know I have never been comfortable with that thing looking and behaving just like me wandering about the house." "Well now that you no longer are working we don't need a maid. And I felt sure that I had put you through enough." "Mmmmm. You are good to me. Do you have all the data you needed?" "Yes I think so. It was an amazing experiment and next time I would do things differently. I appreciate now that you can have too close a clone." "Then it was worth it. What will you do with the robot now then?" "Take it back to the factory, break it up I guess." "Oh no, you can't do that. She's alive in her way. She has awareness of what's been done to her. You can't just send her off to the knacker's yard like some old horse!" Zak smiled. "It's not really alive. It's just a simulation." "Oh no. That's not true. She has intelligence, even if it is artificial. She is not the same person as the day the maid arrived." "Well... yes, that's true. It is programmed to learn." "Of course. And anyway, what defines whether something is alive or not? She has awareness of self and a purpose. She acts to achieve that purpose. Surely that means she is just as alive as any one of us, even if her goal are limited by her reduced intelligence." "That is state of the art hardware in her." "Yes I know. But you must admit all she is capable of now is cooking and cleaning and being fucked by her master when I give him permission." She smiled and pressed her finger against his nose playfully. Zak wrinkled his brow. There was something in what Ellie was saying. He did actually enjoy their little ménage a trois and fucking his wife and her double added something. He had worried about it at first, but when she openly encouraged him he felt relaxed about it. He hesitated at the thought of decommissioning the robot. It was his lover too. It felt wrong, and yet he knew he had to end this uncertainty. He continued to feel the gnawing distrust of whether he had got this the right way round. How awful if he murdered his wife by having her decommissioned as a robot? In fact, he already felt how awful it would be if she were the robot and he had created the circumstances for her entrapment. He wondered whether even if that were true, how much conditioning she must have undergone to be controlled in this way. Would there ever be a way back for her. He doubted it. Cloned Ch. 04 Truth was that he really didn't want to know. He was afraid of what he might find out. At best she would turn out to be a robot and he would feel foolish and ridiculous that he couldn't recognise his own wife. It would undermine his confidence in himself. If that was the best option, then there really was nothing good that could come out of testing the hypothesis. If his wife had been turned into a robot he would feel awful, guilty and almost certainly there would be nothing they could do now. No better by far not to open that Pandora's box. "Well maybe you're right." "You could sell it. There must be plenty of people who would be happy for a fully working maid with limited upkeep needed." Ellie beamed a smile at him. Zak felt his cock twitch with excitement. Why should he feel any eroticism over this suggestion was beyond him, and yet he felt a powerful response coursing in his veins. "Yes that's a good idea." "We could put it up for auction. After all, there may be a market here and you could use your research to produce a desirable product. Just think of all those people who would pay good money for an efficient, docile maid." "Well it would certainly fund the next stage of the research." "Much more than that, darling, we could be rich. All that hard work you put in to the development of the robot, how lifelike it looks, how obedient it is. It would be a well-deserved reward for all your hard work. You are so clever dear." Zak was speechless. He had a hard on and needed relief. What caused his sudden rush of passion was not clear to him, but he took hold of her and pushed her to the ground. He had his cock out in no time and sank it deep into her cunt. He pummelled her for all he was worth, he was so excited. Cloned Ch. 05 It had to be here somewhere. Zak hunted high and low for his favourite scarf, rooting around in the back of cupboards and drawers. Suddenly as his hand fumbled through a pile of clothes at the back of one draw he found something hard and long. He gripped his hand around it, it was quite wide. He drew it out. In his hand he saw a remote for the maid. He stared at it for some moments. Funny, he thought, I hadn't thought about the maid at all in all this time. Yes this was his spare remote. He had made two as a fall back if the first one stopped working for any reason. Why was it here? He certainly couldn't recall putting it in this drawer and certainly couldn't understand why he would hide it among his clothes. It was a strange out of the way place to find it, as if it were hidden. Slowly the uncertainties crept back into his mind, like an advancing shadow silently consuming the landscape. All the doubt about whether he had sold his wife and not the robot re-emerged. He wondered again whether the woman he could hear right now moving about downstairs was indeed Ellie or in fact the robot. He thought he had rid himself of these uncertainties, yet here they were flooding back at the slightest provocation. He suddenly realised that lying here in the palm of his hand was the means to be sure. If that was his wife downstairs, she would certainly not respond to this remote. He knew he had tested this before, but that had been the main remote. He felt sure this was not making a lot of sense, but now there was only one of them. Zak's palms were sticky and he felt a chill run along his spine. He could see the remote was shaking in his palm at the possibility of being confronted by a monumental mistake. What would he do? He looked back at the drawer and thought of burying the remote at the back once more. Yet he knew that his peace of mind had already been irrevocably shattered. It would play upon his thoughts the remote sitting snugly at the back of this drawer, always calling to him. He could not go back to ignorance. No. He had to put an end to these doubts. He had to use the remote and make sure his wife would continue whatever she was up to regardless of the buttons he would press. She needn't know. She shouldn't know. It had to be a blind test. The stairs creaked as he walked down them, and Zak felt anguish as he expected her to appear in the hallway and his resolve to evaporate. Yet she didn't. She was bustling about in the kitchen and humming to herself. She seemed absorbed in the work she was doing. Zak reached the hallway and saw the kitchen door ajar. He could see his wife moving about preparing them something to eat. In a moment of clarity, Zak saw how much he preferred his new wife who was not always chasing after her own career but made the house homely. He loved the smell of cooking as she prepared the meals for them and her attentiveness. Sex was amazingly hot too, much improved on the old Ellie. Oh God, I hope this doesn't work. Standing at the far end of the hall, so as not to attract her attention, he raised the remote and pointed it at the open doorway. His finger hovered over the button. He shook and had no control over it. He hated himself for having to perform this test, for doubting her. He wanted more than anything to just go back to accepting the status quo. He pressed the button. The humming stopped. --o0o— Zak collapsed on the floor. He sobbed, his heart lurching and the remote clattered over the wood flooring. His worst nightmare had just been realised. He felt hopeless, he felt powerless, he felt duped a fool, the condemnation not only of Ellie but of everyone who knew them descended upon him. He curled up on the floor longing, desperately longing for Ellie to come through the kitchen door and see what was the matter. The sobbing echoed around the still and empty house. He must have lain there prostrate for some time. He cursed himself for shattering his own illusion that had held his peace of mind together. He had to find her, he had to explain, to apologise to rescue her. He had to go to that man they had sold her to and ask him to give her back. How was he to explain he had sold his own wife instead of a robot by mistake? The man had lived by himself and he had wanted a woman to look after him. He had not had much success with women. He was rather shy and set in his ways, so while he resented them as a gender for not being able to form a relationship with a woman, he also longed for the company of one. A robot maid was ideal. He would not have any of the difficulties he felt around women, and he could order it to do just exactly what he wanted. The first thing he had done when he got it home was check whether it was complete. He had lifted the skirt and pulled the panties down. His heart had leaped with the excitement when he saw the robotic cunt looking so realistic. Zak pulled up outside the house. It looked ordinary enough from the street. It had been some time since he had last driven up and delivered Ellie to him. He felt the lump in his throat at the prospect of having to explain he needed the robot back. He took a deep breath and opened the car door. "Want it back?" "There is a fault we have discovered and I need it back to do some more work upon it." "But it has been functioning perfectly. What sort of fault?" "Well... It's ehm a software fault we think. The robot can suddenly behave strangely and we cannot predict what it might do. You could be at risk." "Oh! At risk you say... I have not had any trouble." "We need to recall the robot and do strenuous tests to understand what goes wrong in the software. Here is the money you paid for it and I have added another 20% compensation for your loss." The man looked worried. He thought about what the robot could have done to him after all the training he had forced upon it. Even a robot seemed fraught with personal danger to him. "I've sold it. You can come in and check if you don't believe me." He stood back to allow Zak to pass. He saw Zak's look of horror at the news. "Is it that dangerous? I never had any complaints from it." "Who did you sell it to?" "Come in and I'll get you the address. I'm afraid it was a rather seedy place and they didn't want it for a maid." Zak turned pale. His wife had been sold into some kind of sex trade. This nightmare had just taken an unexpected turn for the worse. He was pretty sure his chances of rescuing her had just diminished considerably. As they walked through to the back room Zak tried to understand how this man could do such a thing. "Didn't it perform its duties well?" "Oh yes... and more," he added after a pause. He turned to look at Zak, but his face was bright red. Zak understood exactly what the 'and more' had been. He felt sick. "At first it was a lot of fun, and I thought I was happy but you know, when at last you get what you have really craved for, for so long, it somehow loses its value to you. There were other things too, and I was not at all sure I could live with. All that tidying away was obsessive and I could never find anything. I never thought I would, but I started to miss being on my own and having everything just the way I wanted it. Funny really." Zak felt his resolve weaken. The more he found out, the more responsible he felt for what had been inflicted upon Ellie. There were some things better not to know. They went into his study and he looked through his receipts. He seemed to keep stacks of them, and some looked yellowed with age. "Still," he continued as he searched through the paperwork, "it was only a robot so no harm was done. No messy divorce or anything. Ah! Here it is." He held up a paper and handed it to Zak. He noted down the address and fled as quickly as seemed seemly. --o0o— Her fingers slid under the thin little strips of material stretched across her hips. She leant forward and pushed her ass out as she had been instructed. She sensed the intimidating proximity of the man behind her staring appreciatively at her body but all the while judging of her performance. She slid her hands down the sides of her hips and dragged the thin strings reluctantly over the ridge. The material dragged over her ass cheeks and as she pushed the strings down the sides of her legs she bent over more. "Easy...Easy! I told you, this is supposed to be a seduction not a fucking street whore who can't wait to drop her clothes and show the goods!" He slapped her across the ass. It stung, maybe more for getting it wrong, for being so stupid she couldn't seem to get what it was exactly he wanted from her. She was a robot, it was important to her that she served and she served well. Satisfaction from her masters was all important to her. She pulled her panties back up over her ass and straightened up to try again. As she bent over and tugged at the strings once more she felt him smile. It was such a curious thing. She couldn't see he was smiling, but somehow she sensed it. "That's it, nice and slow. Now turn your head over your right shoulder and look at me." There was just so much to learn. "Not like that," he barked. "You look like you've just woken up in some kind of stupor. You have to look innocent. That's better. Open your mouth...not too much! That's it, just leave your lower lip hanging invitingly; your eyes full of innocence as you look round, as if you have no idea what all this means to the punter. You're doing good babe." The thin strip of material that stretched up between her buttocks tickled and opened her ass hole. It was such a stupid thing to wear. There was no purpose to it other than for taking it off. It felt to her such a relief when she pulled it out of her crack. Yet each time she had had to remove it in front of this man, while he rated how seductively she had performed, the more she felt his eyes upon her rosebud and the more she bent and opened her crack for him. She could feel his eyes upon it, like a caress, and she was excited by it. It was the repetition and the repeated cycle of perfecting the performance that had the drip, drip effect upon her, focusing her upon how well he thought of her, this man, this stranger who would punish her ass liberally whenever he was not satisfied. At the start she had this sense that as well as being a robot, she was also somehow an academic. She looked on people with disdain who allowed themselves to be considered as sex objects. She had been proud of her intellect and this is what gave her self-worth. Yet that had all been worn down, first through the challenge to get it right, but then slowly into a need to get it right. Each time her confidence was whittled away by the repeated reminders of how stupid she was when she got things wrong, these thoughts started to imprint themselves upon her. She started to believe it too. She was after all a robot: she was built to serve, and a robot unable to function in ways that pleased their master was useless. It was an unshakable belief. So how could intellect be enough, in fact how could she be so clever when actually she was stupid? She concentrated harder and harder on what he told her, desperate to get it right. The process had been subtle, but now all she craved was to hear his grunt of satisfaction. "Tomorrow we will start on your fetish programme. You will learn to flaunt your body, slip into tight latex that hugs every curve, reveals every crevice and you will offer yourself to the touch of others." He pressed the remote to switch her from training mode to off. The robot stood motionless, not a thought passed in its head. Tomorrow it would again desperately try and satisfy its master all over again. The freedoms it had once enjoyed working as a maid were gone, the imperative to become whatever it was trained to do overrode any other desire. --o0o-- The man roared with laughter. He was built like a mountain, his height and build towered over Zak and intimidated him. Somehow Zak had to find a way to appeal to this man if he were to stand any chance of rescuing Ellie. He knew instinctively he had no chance to pressurise him with tales of software faults. He had come in the hope that he might be able to rescue Ellie, but in front of this wall of a man he just felt ridiculous. "I need to buy that robot back," he had said upon finding the place from the address he had been given. The man's pale blue eyes bore into him as he contemplated the little dishevelled man in front of him. He stared for a long time without saying a thing and then retorted, "What is this, some kind of jerk off?" his voice aggressive from the off. "I can offer you twice the money you paid for it." "What you think this is, some kind of refunds department? You think you can just change your mind and walk in and claim your machine back? We got clients here, and the shit they do they don't want no one to know about. There's no way we gonna let her back to you, we gotta protect our clients. What sort of fucking business you think we'd have left if we didn't respect their privacy?" An idea occurred to the man suddenly and he changed tack. "You could be fuzz man. That machine thing could have been recording, collecting evidence. You think I'm stupid or summing?" He was becoming belligerent now and Zak's hopes of retrieving Ellie seemed to be fading. Zak had to throw his trump card. It was his only chance. "You don't understand," he said. "It was all a mistake. I sold you my wife." Even as the words tumbled out of his mouth, Zak realised he had put it all wrong. He could hear how absurd he sounded, and yet he was desperate. Even worse, that was exactly what he had done. That was the point at which this oak of a man had started roaring with laughter at him. "Fuck man, you mean to tell me you sold off your wife for a fucking whore!" He tilted his head back as the laughter bellowed around the room. Zak's humiliation was complete. "You ain't... definitely you ain't having her back now." At that point another giant of a man bulging with muscle and tattoos entered the room. "Hey Jake. This guy here..." he pointed at Zak who stood helplessly in the middle, "just sold us his wife as a whore by mistake!!" Zak turned, hoping for even a little compassion from this other guy. "You fucking kidding me?? What kinda asshole sells his wife by mistake?" "Look forget her," the other one said. "She ain't never goin to be the same person after what she's been through. You'd best just forget her. She's nothing more than a whore now. These whores become dependent on the treatment they receive, they need it. They don't trust themselves no more, they only become sure of themselves when they are mistreated. I've seen 'em change, and it runs deep... too deep, they can never reverse it. Believe me, she ain't worth shit now. Just forget her." "You know you could join her," the other man added. "We have plenty of clients who would take you on as their bitch. Prise open that cute little ass of yours. I see you hanging around here and I may start to think you harbour desires to join her too." Zak fled, his buttocks clenched tight. --o0o— "Well cunt, you want my cock in you?" Ellie hung suspended by ropes from the ceiling. They snaked and dug into her tightly all over like a myriad of arms pinching and pulling, prising her open like a piece of meat. The black latex she wore was so thin as it stretched taut over her body. She felt it pulling across her mound and dipping between her outstretched legs. She could feel it pressed up against her cunt. She had checked it in the mirror before the client had arrived, to make sure her engorged lips were clearly visible through it, and her clit made a little bulge in the smooth, shiny layer which caught the light. She was relieved that he had enjoyed twisting and pulling on it. All that was important to her now was the pleasure of her clients. "It is ready for you. Fuck it with your big hard cock." "You need this, don't you? I can see it in your eyes, and hear it in the quaver of your voice. You are hooked on this." "I do need it. I will not feel at ease until you have taken your pleasur4e from me." He ripped through the thin latex seal with the head of his cock, deflowering her like a virgin. --o0o-- Zak had been drinking again. He had hit the bottle hard and Ellie wondered what had made him turn to drink. He seemed inconsolable. She wished she could do something to help, but she understood he needed this space and her being around him wasn't helping any. She fretted silently to herself. After the fury and the destruction that he wanted to wreak upon the robot, for somehow hoodwinking him, for getting rid of his wife for tricking him into selling her, came the depression. He wanted to abandon all his research. He wished he had never ever thought of the idea of a robotic clone. It had made sense. There were people who never got over a loved one that had either passed away or had left them. A clone of that person would fill the deep void in their longing. He had had good reasons behind his research. Now he was paying a heavy price for his naivety. What stayed Zak's hand when he held the hammer, feeling the weight heavy pulling on his arm as he stood before the inert incapacitated robot, was the very same thought. Here he was, having lost his wife and not being able to find her, not being able to rescue her, in need of the very thing he had designed the robot for. Not only that, but this robot was indeed her clone. He was attached to the robot and could not bring himself to destroy it. Perhaps too it was the fact that it looked and acted like his wife that made it as impossible to mangle this robot as it would be to hit his own wife with a hammer. Zak's emotions roller-coasted: he hated the thing and loved it to. It was the last contact with Ellie and he had lived happily with it up to the time he had discovered the truth. While he felt rage at it, he also needed it and he could not resolve this. He drank to quell the turmoil. He had to confront it that was the only way out of this situation. He had to show the remote and let it know he knew. He stormed off up to the drawer where it was hidden away and took it down. Ellie, or whatever he should call it now, was hoovering the floor. He tapped her on the shoulder and signalled her to switch off the machinery. She blinked at him and complied. He landed the remote heavily on the table. He had not intended to be so dramatic, but he seemed to have little control over his emotions these days. Ellie stared at the remote and then at him. She turned pale. "I know," he said. She stared into his eyes and there was fear there. She slowly shook her head from side to side. "It is not what you think." "My wife is working now in some whore house." He gasped for breath and couldn't say more. He recoiled from the words. "I know. I can feel everything she is going through, but she is not your wife. I am." "Don't give me that shit!" he screamed. "Open it up. It is not like the other one." "How do you know there was another one? I had forgotten myself!" "Listen Zak, I know this all sounds so confusing, but open it and you will see." Zak hesitated. He didn't trust this machine. He knew there must be some trick, some twisting in his head that it was doing. He should resist. He should just break it up into little tiny pieces so that it couldn't get at him anymore. But as always, he was torn. He looked down at the remote on the table, undecided. "How do you mean you know everything she is going through?" Ellie stared at him a long while without speaking. "I don't know. I know she has been trained to be a whore. She is not the same as she was. She has changed, she has become the whore. She needs it now. She can't live without the sex, without the need for reassurance that the client will want to use her." Cloned Ch. 05 Zak stared at her. What she had just said was what that oaf had told him. Yet she had not been there. How could she know what he had said. Was it true what she was saying? "How....how do you know this?" She sighed deeply and looked away up towards the ceiling. She was resigned. She knew this question was coming. She knew she would have to say it all. "I can't explain it, but... what she is I am too. We are inextricably connected. She is part of me and I of her." Zak slowly shook his head. "I don't understand." What was she saying? She was a whore too now? That didn't make sense. He must have misunderstood. "They have made her to love wearing latex... And I now have to fight the urge to fill my wardrobe with fetish clothes. I need them. I need this too." She hung her head in shame. Her voice became a whisper. "Being the smart academic used to be enough, but not now. I feel insecure. I am nothing without the approval of a man. I have fought it all these days, but it grows as they train her more and more. I can't win. I thought I'd be free when she went, but I can never be free. Our fates are intertwined." She slowly slipped her hands under her skirt and fitted her thumbs through the straps of her panty and lowered them. Zak stood before her mesmerised at the sight of her panties appearing below the hem of her skirt and slowly being pushed down her legs. Her eyes were on him the whole time, a look of uncertainty and need in them. She sank to her knees, her back to him. She spread her hands out wide on the floor and raised her rump. Her forehead touched the floor as she spread her legs and offered Zak a full view of her opening. He stared at this position she had adopted, so submissive, so inviting, the moisture collecting over her lips glistened and the musk hit his nostrils. He had never seen her adopt a position like this, and he felt his cock grow stiff and strain against the material of his pants. Without a word needing to be said he understood this had been part of the training. It was such a lot to take in. He felt sick, he felt angry. He pulled off his trousers and knelt behind her/it whatever it was. He sank his cock inside, forcing the folds open, slip sliding through the lubricated opening until he felt her close around the base of his cock and squeeze tight. He pushed his hands down upon her hips and raised himself and then hammered into her until he felt his rage pouring out of his loins and flooding into her. --o0o— The remote lay on the bench, its entrails spewed across the top. Zak stared out of the window. She had been right. The microwave transmitter had been removed from this remote and an ultrasound device installed. Who could have done such a thing and for what purpose? He realised that without the transmitter, the robot would not receive the signal and so would not respond. So the remote would have no effect. By replacing it with an ultrasound meant that what it was pointed to would need to be able to hear ultrasound in order to respond. Was it possible that his wife could respond to ultrasound? Was it possible the robot could have made this change without instruction? And yet why else make such a modification? He needed some answers. Ellie lay in the bed naked, still asleep recovering from the severe fucking he had given her. He still thought of her as the robot, but this new evidence made him unsure. He woke her. Ellie sat up in bed and drew her legs around him. She lay back on her hands, her breasts provocatively held out before him as she explained about the games with the maid. She told him of the signals the maid had sent and how she had to respond to them even though she could not hear them. She was immensely proud as she explained how she learned to feel the signal until she could get it right all the time. Zak was in no doubt this was the truth of the matter. His hands had strayed on her breasts and were kneading them as he listened. He felt a strange reassurance and he could see she needed his attention and to know her body enticed him. Besides, this story was too implausible to be made up, there would be far more convincing stories it could have dreamed up if it wanted to. "Whether we wanted this or not, there is a very large part of me that is a robot now. I experience everything the robot is experiencing and the robot the same. Our minds are connected now and cannot be separated. There are walls in my mind that are impenetrable to me. I cannot ever stop responding to that remote, I cannot no matter how hard I may wish to, move when shut down. My mind shuts down. I miss the robot and hate her at the same time. I always wanted a sister and she was my twin sister, but she has half of me now and replaced it with this controlled set of corridors and rooms in my mind. She tried to get rid of me, make you sell me. I shudder still when I think of it." Zak put his arms around her. For the first time in weeks he felt confident this was Ellie. He wanted to comfort her, he felt huge relief she was not out there in an underground world being used as a sex object. And yet she was experiencing that abuse, she was part living it too, and he couldn't prevent that. She knew how to adopt the positions, to offer herself, to entice them. She also told him she experiences the robots orgasms like an echo, not full on but her pussy spurts into her panties as the robot cums and she feels like a dim memory of an intense orgasm sweep through her. Yet Zak needed to know it all. "How did you manage to defeat the robot?" "That was so hard. I wanted it. I wanted to be sold. I wanted to obey with all my heart. Yet I also knew what was happening. I came across the spare remote when I was cleaning up one day. I had no idea there was another one. I doubted myself so much thinking if I respond to the remote then I must be the robot. What I didn't realise was that of course part of me was, just as part of the robot was Ellie. Yet the remote only affected one of us. My training had been thorough and I was unable to touch the remote. It made sure I wasn't going to turn the tables on it again. I tried for some time to pick it up, but my arm would not respond. Then I suddenly thought and collected up a pile of your clothes and put them over the top of the remote. I found I could pick it up buried in a pile of clothes and quickly slipped more clothes underneath so that it was sandwiched in between. I took the pile down and put it on the table next to the remote that controlled me. Then with the same trick I picked up the other one buried in the clothes which I then put it away in your drawer." "But surely the robot must have realised you had switched the remotes." "Well yes I expect so. It is funny, because when I used to get shut down and time passes, somehow I never noticed it. It's like those walls in my mind, sudden shifts in place and time were just normal to me and, I guess, for the robot. Don't forget too that the robot felt exactly as I did about being excited at the thought of being sold and serving some unknown person and whatever demands they may make. It's hard to explain just how deeply erotic we find it. There wasn't much time either as the next day you packed it up and drove off with it. I was so glad I didn't have to come too as I might have begged you to sell me too. I wanted it so badly." Zak took her in his arms. "God that was so close. I thought I had lost you." "Zak you have lost me, the old me at least. I am only part of who I used to be. I am also part robot now. You have the controller for me you can switch me off any time you please. I know how to act as your private whore and you can fuck me as a whore now. I want it. I need it now. I am also frightened that I am going to beg you to whore me out to other men." "I will never do that." "But I might need it, become desperate for it. Would you refuse me when I beg?" Zak smiled. He felt ambivalent. He loved his wife and he felt a little sick that he had been responsible for what had happened to her. He hated to think of her as a whore, even if it was to be his own private one. Yet he felt his cock stiffen once again as she spoke. He pushed her back down onto the bed and straddled her, his cock straining towards her open and available body. She put a hand up to his chest. "Get me another one of those chargers too. I need it desperately. I want you to plug me in when you go off to work so I can feel my docility being reinforced. I want this. You must promise me. I have missed it so much." As Zak's expression showed his doubt and concern she added. "I'm begging you. You must believe me when I tell you I am a robot now, and I have no control over my future any more. I need you to use me and take your pleasure from me. I need you to subjugate me, humiliate me." She paused, she knew she was being brutal with him, but he had to understand. "I know in my head I shouldn't be saying these things, but it is who I am now. I can't pretend." Zak finally seemed to understand, his expression hardened as he drove his cock slowly and firmly through her willing opening. "Oh God yes..." she tilted her head back and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. THE END