1 comments/ 2571 views/ 2 favorites College Clones Ch. 08: Hellen & Back By: reddly23 Chapter 8 - Hellen and Back ***** Hellen was a brilliant girl. Her school would have said otherwise. She was the kind of girl who knew all the answers to a test, but instead wrote crude jokes after the questions. She had openly embarrassed a few faculty and substitutes by inquiring if they knew some of the answers. When they failed to know it off hand, and subtly checked the back of their book, they found that section whited out and "Nice Try" in its place. The teachers knew that she knew the answers, since they caught her doing her friends' homework before. No one - teacher or guardian - could convince the girl to do it right herself though until grade twelve. She suddenly filled out every paper correctly and showed up almost every day until she earned Valedictorian. Everyone in her school watched her get up on stage and stand there at the podium for her speech. There was a quiet moment of attention to her, then the faculty and students watched her whip her graduation gown over her head and show her nude body, except for panties. On her chest and stomach was painted a stupid face with the tits as eyes, and she gave them all the double-whammy flip off while laughing. This was Hellen, who wore loose beanies and lip piercings, had shoulder length brown hair with bangs cut flat over her bright eyes and could hack her way into damn near anything. Among most guys she was known as a good lay, but hard to keep interested. Hellen treated them like temporary toys and passed them off as morons. They thought she was a cold bitch who enjoyed acting above them, but she honestly just didn't care. She had no job, as the ones she was forced to get she made a point to lose as fast as possible. The last one she had was working at a hair salon. After one day bringing hedge clippers in early and hiding them, until her first morning customer to which she cut off almost the entire head of hair in one snip, was screamed at and promptly fired. That night she parked outside the boss' house with a spliff and bypassed his encryption. She left a little homebrewed program that made every application open to a different webpage of fart sound-bites and every click increased volume. This was Hellen, who was soon caught by the cops for hacking her way into a police database and replacing every single digitally filed photograph of criminals and reprobates with various pictures of genitalia with doodled on faces and meatspins. Laughing during her interrogation they knew they had a unique case on their hands. They were interrupted however on their second day by two suits who flashed a badge, and had the officers leave. She listened to their offer and was genuinely interested as they mentioned working for them if she cut the shit. They told her that her skills would be increased exponentially in their training and they were right. Soon Hellen was raised through her rankings within the government, surpassing her superiors in days, and eventually made it into a military division; MTT. It was there she experienced the first beating of her life. She worked her way into the confidential files a little too deep, and was found out. A hardened woman lieutenant with a hair bun tighter than a nun's cunt beat seven shades of shit out of Hellen, and threatened her life if she tried it again. Amidst all this was a random guy named Jack, who she met her second week there at the base. He was kind enough, although something about how he avoided eye contact led her to not trust him. She did however respect him, since he was showing her plans for a potential device to be used in-field by soldiers. The invention was a bracelet, with a glass-like surface of waterproof material that could stretch if needed. She looked over his pages of notes and although not getting half of what it meant, she found she could help improve the coding and functionality. They brought the plans to a superior officer, a man who never seemed to sit down and stood like he had a steel rod up his ass, and he immediately seen the possibilities. They were given their own lab, funding, and subordinates, whom they dismissed as obsolete. The next few weeks were spent in a mutually growing fondness for each other. Jack was turning out to be the first man that earned Hellen's real respect and affection, besides her father whom she'd only met once. Jack wasn't directly making her do anything, but watching him work had an effect that drove her to try harder to impress him. One time she made to hack into his personal laptop to get a better idea of what he's all about. She put in her jump drive with all the tools to screw with his programs, but in a few minutes her drive was formatted and filled with enough text files saying "Nice Try" to fill up eight gigabytes. She was furious at this loss, and even though he never did find out about the attempt his smiles at her seemed like a taunt. She swore she'd get him back, but couldn't help feeling aroused at the rivalry. Valentine's day rolled around and Hellen came in to work and found a paper mache companion cube on her desk that she instantly adored. Jack walked over to her station of monitors and held out some printed sheets of diagrams and highlighted unfinished coding. When they locked eyes they shared a moment she had never experienced before. A slow smile grew on their faces, and Hellen reached for the pages, which Jack pulled back a little. She rolled her office chair forward a bit, still giving him a look that screamed "I am totally going to jump your bones". Another reach, another pull back. She continued this until Jack bumped against the wall, returning her grin. Hellen shot out of the chair and ran her hands up under his shirt and over his chest, loving how firm he was. She drove her mouth onto his and they inspected each other's mouth for a few minutes. Hellen's tiny whines of eagerness increased both of their energy, and she made to undo his belt when the base phone rang on Jack's desk. They pulled apart, breathing heavy, Hellen ran her brown hair over her ear and gave him one last "This isn't over" look while going back to her desk. He didn't reciprocate, but chuckled and went for the phone. She felt a bit dejected at this... why didn't he ever let down that damn demeanour? It was after a few weeks when Hellen noticed something was a little odd about the project... or Jack. She hadn't clued in until she finally led him into a storage closet and humped his brains out. He had asked her something while she was deepthroating him, in a calm voice that she wasn't used to from guys during this performance of hers. Jack asked if she ever wished she could feel what she was doing. Why didn't he say and do the things most guys did during this? Was she not up to his standards or something? Hellen pulled her lips - purple with lipstick - slowly off and looked up at him. Behind those semi-opaque sunglasses his stare was genuinely curious, and alive. She responded that would be pretty neat, then got up to lay back on a used desk, legs in the air and moist pussy exposed. Jack took her legs and steadily began thrusting into her. She enjoyed feeling this rival/muse in her sex and gave a sexy lip bite as she watched him. Jack began sliding her striped sock off to her surprise. Her foot was now bare, purple polished toes near his face. Hellen watched him in confused awe as he placed a gentle kiss on her sole and increase his pace of entering her. This struck her as peculiarly funny, and she gave a playful laugh. When he gave a lick up to the toes and took them in, her laugh turned in to a breath of surprise. This was new for her indeed, the warmth around her feet and stiff dick repeatedly forcing it's way in up to the base made her cum right there. Hellen tensed up and gripped the sides of the desk. Her head fell back against the grey wall and she grit her teeth to not scream. Jack's laugh was barely heard by her as she felt waves of pleasure from foot and sex flow up to her brain in soft pulses. She was sure he wasn't laughing at her. They stayed together in that closet for a while, kissing occasionally. Jack left and came back with his laptop, then they lay mostly nude watching "Invasion of the Body Snatchers". Hellen observed a curious twinkle in his eye during the film, and a ghost of a smile. During the scene with Matthew finding Elizabeth's double a few meters from her, Hellen noticed Jack getting hard again. She assumed it from her hand running over his pelvis, so she began giving him a gentle handy while sucking his ear. She hadn't noticed until a while later that he hadn't cum, and yet he didn't seem to mind. Later on Hellen was at her station with three monitors, working to add to her programming on the auto-pilot function. It was in a primitive status at best so far and certainly not optimal for field testing. She paused, and looked over at Jack across the room using the projection field. There was a vague white shape of a woman displayed in three dimensions with arrows and floating notes pointing to various points of the body. He was looking at this with a thoughtful hand at his chin. Hellen then let her suspicions take her mental stage and she considered what they were making. Surely it was for soldiers right? ... of course it is... and don't call me Shirley. But what he mentioned earlier, about feeling what he felt... wasn't that a function of the ML? She began to look at the features of the device; swapping bodies, feeling the same things, camouflage... they all started to take on different lewd possibilities with this new lens. She found it hard to work on the project after these suspicions. Talking with Jack became less frequent, and he didn't force his presence on her to speak which ticked her off for some reason. The idea that she may have been roped into this project to design something for... obscene things didn't help her emotions. After Jack went home a few days later the female lieutenant who assaulted Hellen grabbed her shoulder in the hall while she was leaving and slammed her against the wall. She demanded with dead eyes the current status of their project and if it was able to work. The awkward answer of it not being ready yet was replied with a scream in her face as to why. Hellen said she was having second thoughts on this device. She realized that saying this was the absolute wrong thing to confess to this woman, and knew that now she'd have to snitch her worries about Jack. Sure enough the lieutenant never let her move from the wall until she heard Hellen's concerns about her partner's possible intentions of using this bracelet for more than just their militia. The next day they were both in front of the officer who hired them and he told them their funding was cut, that Hellen was hereby dismissed from the division, dishonourable discharge, and Jack was to be transferred. Hellen's outright indignation and surprise was compounded with how her partner - the guy who had the potential negative intentions for the ML - wasn't fired but she was. Jack mentioned how this seemed unfair, but the officer said Jack was to be moved to the S.M.P. A flash of a smile crossed Jack's face and he went quiet. Hellen said this was bullshit and stormed out. That night she smashed the companion cube while crying. - - - For months Hellen barely spoke to anyone, or even tried her usual antics. She was obsessed with finding Jack for reasons she probably wouldn't want to know or admit them anyway. Only a day after leaving the base did she realize that she had never asked for his number or his address. Hell, she didn't even know his last name. Not much to go on. She had her fair share of guys in her time, but never felt that kind of intellectual and physical stimulation from anyone. In her mind they had truly shared something in their brief relationship. The late nights she found herself masturbating, the male in her mind was no longer Snowden, but Jack. How she loved and hated his power over her... he didn't even seem to be trying to find her. Letting her want and want, never truly reciprocating. Then the memory of his cock at the back of her throat... him confidently thrusting into her in that storage room, again and again. The best orgasm in her life... how she wanted it again. When Hellen wasn't trying to run a search to locate Jack somehow, she angrily played games online - cheating of course - or talking to her best friend Veronika. She was a busty girl with long black hair, usually done up in a ponytail. Her parents came over from Germany and moved in next door to Hellen back when she was in middle school. They got along like a house on fire after Hellen popped the local bully in the nuts with a slingshot when he was pulling Veronika's hair maliciously. Ever since, they spend a great deal of time together, and tell each other everything... well, except for a drunken fling Hellen had with a fiery red haired punk girl who convinced Hellen to experiment one night in high school. She had kept that little nugget to herself. Hellen breathed a heavy sigh, took off her headset and pushed away from her desktop computer. Again, there was no luck in her hunt for Jack. She looked around her room at the graffiti she made on her walls with black paint and sharpies. Skulls, buildings on fire, a cell phone wearing a top hat, a bunny with a rifle, then a white one out of place of a girl with angel wings that Veronika made a year back. Deciding to give her a call she made for her cell when the phone rang downstairs. Her parents weren't home, so she bolted down and grabbed the receiver from the kitchen wall. "Yeah?" "Hey babe!" came Veronika's bright voice, "Feeling any better today?" "Bleh." Hellen muttered. "Aww, poor girl. You'll find that guy someday, if you were meant to be together." The few seconds of silence from Hellen spoke volumes, so Veronika carried on. "Well look, you know I got accepted into that college and wondered if you'd come with me to have a look around, I know you have nothing else to do you lazy butt." Hellen rolled her eyes. "Yeah, why the heck not. Pick me up in your piece of crap car whenever." Veronika gave a sarcastic laugh and said she'd be there in twenty minutes. Hellen found herself waiting outside in five. - - - The college was mediocre looking at best, but the few people present seemed very kind and eager to help. A man with an untucked shirt and tie greeted them and offered to show them around, to which they complied. They were taken about the campus, shown the building for the majority of classes, the cafetorium, and the dorms. They were taken to the top floor, which would be housing Veronika for the year. She seemed full of energy and practically bounced around behind the guide. All the doors with a reserved resident had names on them, one even had a Jack, which seemed taunting and rude. When they arrived at Veronika's you could just see her decorating the room in her mind's eye. Hellen was less than impressed, and managed a smile whenever her friend turned to her for a similar jubilant reaction. "You two go ahead, I need a sec." Hellen said to them, cutting of the guy mid-sentence. She pointed to the dorm bathroom and they nodded, continuing up the hall. She pushed into the restroom, noticing how clean it was and sauntered over to the window. The view outside was of the parking lot and the town beyond the bordering treeline. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her discreet vaporizer that looked identical to a zippo. If she was going to be here any longer she needed a buzz. Hellen took a decent haul from it with her eyes closed, and counted to thirteen before exhaling. The little rush was just starting to flow upward when she caught a black sedan pulling into the lot below. She raised the vape to her lips again, then almost dropped it like her jaw. Jack was climbing out of the vehicle. There was a moment when she thought it might be the chronic causing some vision, but dismissed that as stupid movie shit. There he was, in a black t-shirt and dark jeans giving a stretch by his car. Suddenly there was a clusterfuck of voices in her head, each with a different idea, emotion, or perspective. Go see him. Hell no! Does he miss me? Excitement. Anger. That asshole never really stood up for me, and it's his fault. Damn he looks good in that. Flutter in her chest and groin. What do I say? She bolted from the bathroom and flew down the flights of stairs with no real plan. She arrived panting at the entrance room just as he was coming in the back door, and in a snap decision decided against meeting him. Something was odd about this. Why was he here? He had a job that set him up for life, the last thing he needs is to attend some subpar college. Hellen ducked back behind a soda machine and saw him move to the front doors looking out casually. It might have been several minutes she just watched him like that, before the guy from earlier came through the front doors. "Hi there, sorry I'm a tad late I was showing someone around." "No worries, just lookin' to get my key and move a few things in." "Absolutely! Just hold on one sec." The guy went behind the reception desk and into a tiny office for a few seconds and emerged with a small key with a tag. "You're up on the top floor, just look for your name on the door." "Thanks, have a good one." Jack replied and entered the elevator. When Hellen heard the doors close, she walked out slowly into the lobby thinking. She didn't hear Veronika calling her from the hall behind until she was right next to her. "Hellen... what's wrong?" Veronika asked, looking her over noticing the vacant thoughtful stare. She smelled something and leaned in to sniff a bit. "You puffed? Why didn't you tell me, I would've liked a bit. Then again I wouldn't want to give a bad impression on Dave or anything." "...Hm?" Hellen mumbled looking up. "Oh... yeah. Let's go, I need to get home." "Getting paranoia? I get that too from tokes sometimes. You just need some good tunes, I'll play one of the albums you gave me." Veronika said grinning, putting an arm around Hellen's shoulder and leading her out into the parking lot. On the way to the car, Hellen memorized Jack's license plate. - - - The plate number was exactly the key she needed to find out more about Jack. Now knowing his full name, home address, and enrolment, there was only one thing left to do. A week later - and some strings pulled - Hellen was enrolled in college. She decided to take business along with Veronika just to have someone she knew in her class. The modest tuition was easily covered with her remaining funds from her work on the base. She got a room on the floor under Jack's, and faked being sick to have Veronika move a few possessions in on Sunday, two days before classes. Just a laptop, box of clothing, and a backpack with external hard drive, personal router, and her favourite dildo "Billy" she modded to look like a Bullet Bill. Her parents were taken aback by the seemingly sudden ambition and more than approved of her choice. They seen this as a chance for their girl to finally mature and make something of herself. Hellen expected this and played along, until she moved into dorm on Monday morning. She wore a black hoodie and quietly made her way to her new room, where she unpacked her comp, and set it up with the modded router. Veronika knew she could trust implicitly in Hellen's technical skills and recommendations, so she set up the router a few days prior with the Internet they would both split on monthly. Hellen had the room right under Veronika's so the connection was adequate. Within a few minutes she had located every active access point in the building and worked her way through what files she could. She sat cross legged on her bed, hood down, morning light glinting off her lip ring. Most computers she discovered were boring, just pictures of themselves and friends/family, some bunk games, and porn on guys' computers. One person was actively using some website to make investments in advertisements and apparently getting decent revenue. Hellen took note of this one, if she was as good as she knew she was, there was a way to skim some profit from it undetected. Some computers were more interesting with artwork of varying skill. One focused on landscapes, one seemed to like Rembrandt style portraits and animals, and another with scanned drawings of body postures and anatomy, albeit without faces. These last were so well done that Hellen made note of this one too. She saved some of the drawings of male anatomy and even a few female, she just couldn't help it. College Clones Ch. 08: Hellen & Back There was a rap on the door and Hellen gave a little jump. She looked at the clock, it had been a few hours of browsing other virtual libraries. She closed the laptop with a clack and found Veronika and another woman smiling at her. "Hey hun, this is Rebecca, the R.A. of this floor. The group meetings are starting for each floor if you want to go with her." Veronika said with a delighted smile. Rebecca - seemingly in her late twenties, with short hair gelled into a fauxhawk - gave a little wave and encouraged Hellen to come along. 'Nah, that's ok. I got some stuff to take care of." "Aw what?" Veronika cried "You better not turn down the floor party! You need to forget about that guy and meet some people. Gotta get out of your funk... and some drinks and hung college boys are just what Dr. V ordered." Rebecca gave a little understanding laugh. "I-" Hellen paused, "Yeah, actually text me later before the parties start." "Awesome! We're gonna have a blast this year." Veronika said and jogged up the hall in her socks. Hellen gave an awkward look to Rebecca who gave a little wink then walked away towards the rec room. After the door closed, Hellen shook her head a bit and went back to trying to her laptop with the intent of locating Jack's laptop. She never noticed that for quite a long time she was just looking at the male anatomy drawings while rubbing her hand against her jeans crotch. - - - A little Zelda sound effect snapped her out of her nap. She looked around her darkening room with some confusion, wondering where the hell she was. Her cell was a little square of light on the desk, and she reached for it with squinting eyes. *hey time 2 party grl. meet me my room for drnks* The situation came back to Hellen, and she sat up on the bed. She noticed her jeans were down around her knees and Billy was next to her still wet. It wasn't the first time she had little masturbation blackouts, having little to no sleep schedule. She pulled her jeans up, swished some mouth wash, spit it out the screen window and left - deciding against taking her shoes for some reason. She knocked on Veronika's door, her hood up and glancing around. Inside was audible pop music, which got louder when the door flew open and her best friend jumped out with a huge smile and jumped onto Hellen laughing. Clearly she had started a bit early. "This is gonna be a SWEET year Helly, OH you have to try this new stuff here!" She exclaimed and dragged Hellen in her room. Some decorations were up, her homemade papercraft stuff on walls and framed photo of her and her boyfriend on the desk. Veronika shoved a bottle of red liquor into Hellen's hands and giggled jumping up and down. Her ample breasts bouncing under her white tanktop. Absolutely everyone wanted to squeeze them at least once, our girl included. Hellen smirked at her friends energy and took a healthy swig. It was cinnamon flavoured, so she took another. "Wow, not bad." She said after a little cough. "By the way Vee, can I join your floor's party instead?" "What? Oh, I guess so. Why though?" "I'd just rather have someone I know there I guess." Hellen replied, not letting on whom that person was. "Sure! C'mon let's have another drink then go dance." They shared the intoxicating nectar with some laughs, when Veronika pulled off Hellen's sweater insisting she wouldn't get laid with something that lame on. A flash of memory with that red haired chick flashed through Hellen's mind and she became much too aware of her friend's close proximity. Veronika gave her a deep blue belly t-shirt instead. Veronika playfully joked how sexy Hellen looked, which made her avoid the bright eyes and start for the door. On the way out she took herself in using the tall closet mirror put up that day and she secretly agreed. She had her favourite purple lipstick and nail polish on, her black lip ring, tight ripped jeans, and that navy blue belly shirt that showed her love handles so well. Down the hall, the music got louder as they approached the rec room. When they turned the corner into the room there was a bopping group of about 14 enjoying the music and attempting to mingle. On the low table in front of the TV there was a rotating ball with different coloured holes shooting lights around. Two guys by the right wall were hitting on a blonde and another girl in a pikachu hat, while they were bouncing along with the music. A guy in a leather jacket was sitting on the window sill with a beer, just observing the dancing group. On the dark green couch facing the room was Jack with a brew and a flask just minding his own business. He was apparently a bit of a wallflower. Veronika turned to Hellen with a smile and then darted for the other table at the back of the room lined with bottles. Hellen didn't quite know how to break the ice with him just yet, so she moved to the dancers, and joined in, her back to the couch. As she moved sexily she wanted him to be watching so badly, but knew he would find watching her almost rude. Still thinking every second could be a single moment that he steals a glance had her skin tingling with excitement. Hellen started wondering why she was having such a dilemma with speaking to him. She could totally just go over and catch up with him... but something about his demeanour with the project just had her one degree too hesitant. Behind her she heard Veronika's distinctive 'flirt' titter of laughter. The one she always has when she's hitting on someone. Hellen turned he head to see her sitting next to Jack with her hand on his thigh and trying to maintain eye contact. A jealous superiority rose in her. 'Silly girl' she thought, 'he saves real eye contact for intimacy'. Whenever Veronika paused to take a gulp from her red disposable cup she saw Jack's eyes snap to her bouncing sock and anklet, then back to his drink. Hellen had forgot all about this kink of his, and felt it added to his character. With a sudden playful inspiration she quietly walked out and ran for her room. A few minutes later, she returned sockless and wearing her favourite black toe ring on her left foot and a thin chain anklet on her right foot that connected down with a Hamsa jewel to another toe ring. Even she thought it looked quite seductive. She was thinking of how glad she was that she didn't have to touch up her purple polish when she entered the party again and seen Jack and Veronika were gone. There was a sizable gap in her heart and then an inferno of anger. That bitch! Even though she never mentioned that he was the guy she was trying to find again... still how could she! She had a boyfriend for fuck sakes! A playful flirt and tease can rejuvenate a girl's confidence and spirit, but actually cheating is... God damn it. Hellen felt silly in her jewelry now, like Veronika and Jack were laughing at her. Look at the puppy so easy to please, like a gullible woman in a wedding dress waiting for the travelling swinger to come back who promised her love eternal. She almost stomped over to the drinks and seized a beer from the cooler filled with ice, cracked it open, and took a full mouthful before choking it down. She had never tried beer before and she felt it must be an acquired taste. She wiped some foam from her puffed cheeks and suddenly realized that she was now stuck in college with this. An ominous cloud formed over the horizon in front of her. She took another drink. When I get back to my room... I might fuck with Vee's social accou- "Hey baaabe!" came a familiar voice from behind her. "This is her, my besty I was telling you about!." Hellen first felt two large soft somethings against her back and then a kiss on her cheek. She whipped around and was facing Veronika and Jack. Hellen coughed on the beer in her mouth and struggled to get it down. Jack was looking at her kindly and passively, not letting on they had known each other before. Great, just great. The first time I see him in months and I'm sputtering red faced and teary eyed. "This guy is sooo nice! He was holding my hair back while I was yarfing in the bathroom." Veronika laughed. She would not have admitted this sober. "Since when do you drink beer sweetie? Well whatever, let's party tonight!" She grabbed Hellen's beer and took a swig. "You two get to know each other, I fucking love this song!" Veronika handed Hellen's drink back and attempted a sly wink before bursting into the dancing crowd full gusto. "You were in the girl's bathroom?" Hellen asked, then kicked herself internally. What a way to ruin a reunion. "The guys' actually. She couldn't make it all the way to the girls' room." Jack answered with that amused smile she loved. There was a sudden flash of anger from nowhere remembering how he had a similar grin when he hadn't really stuck up for her, back when she was fired. But she dismissed it in a second, this wasn't the time for mixed emotions. They both chuckled a bit. What followed Hellen would have said was silence, despite the party. Jack looked her from head to toe. "You look good Scryptic, whatcha been up to?" Hellen gave a genuine giggle and felt much more comfortable. He had used her virtual alias. "Been trying to find... something worth cracking in to." She replied with the first hint of a swagger. "Other than the beer I'd imagine." Jack said. He was being coy, but Hellen thought he knew just as well as she did how much she wanted this meeting. The foot jewelry - she now realized - was a dead giveaway. "Wanna sit down?" He asked gesturing for the couch. "No." Hellen responded flatly and tossed the almost empty can in a bin. "You're taking me to your room." Jack raised his eyebrows but smiled and tilted his head indicating the way. As she followed him she thought she heard Veronika yell something encouraging. The corridor felt so sacred in that moment walking slightly behind him. An electricity in the growing silence as they left the party. Hellen kept looking at his swaying hand and wanted to grab it to interlock fingers but her hand was a bit sweaty and would have been embarrassing. They stopped in front of a door near the end, and Jack brought out a rather full key ring. There must have been near twelve keys of various sizes. Some of them were numbered as well... He found the right one with no problem and swung the door inward. "Bienvenue à la maison de Jack." He said, but before he could turn around Hellen grabbed his crotch and chest from behind and forced him inside while sucking his earlobe. She shut the door with a slam using her foot and they stood there in the low ambient rainbow light coming from four lava lamps, two on each desk by the walls. Them being the only things supplying light in the darkness, it gave a hypnotic dreamy ambience. Hellen was too drunk from booze and lust to have even noticed. She forced her hand into Jack's jeans and was delighted to find it semi-hard. She molested it with strokes and squeezes while feeling Jack's chest and abdomen. She lowered to lick his neck while feeling the fullness of his balls. Somehow she knew Jack was more amused by this than anything, and wouldn't lose himself as she was. Hellen needed him to stay this way, a tower she couldn't fell, an armour she couldn't crack. Something in her needed to always try. Hellen used both hands to furiously undo the belt and open the fly. She ended up tearing the button off. She pushed his pants and boxers down far enough to release the stiff cock into open air. How she wanted it for herself in a way. It wasn't so much that she meant to please Jack, but just needed this submission to someone her rival, her equal. The act of claiming what was freely given, the fury and excitement of being unable to steal what was left for the taking. Hellen was now using both hands to fondle his balls and pump her tight fist over his cock wanting him to moan, but loving how she knew he wouldn't. He was like she used to be to everyone who wanted her, aloof and condescending in their smile. She wanted that power back, but would never find it in the only way she wanted to gain it. Jack almost stumbled as she forced him over to sit on his bed. Unacceptable. He was supposed to be her strong and sure side while she delved into her pleadingly desperate plunge into lust. To experience it just once... letting it all go to an equal. Mutual ownership. Finally. She knelt on the floor and put both soft hands on his hard knees. The moment before she shoved her almost drooling mouth on Jack's dick to feel that completion of him scraping her tonsils, he spoke in a calm tone that made her more moist than ever. "Hellen." He said. She almost trembled, he rarely spoke her name. She looked up with half closed eyes, willing to take everything, give anything, try her hardest to break him down to crying out. His face was mostly obscured by shadows, his eyes puddles of blackness. "I want you to do something for me, or rather yourself." Hellen nodded like a bitch in heat, her mouth open and tongue hanging out dripping saliva in small droplets on the cold tiles. "Good girl." He said with a deep sure voice. He seemed to know exactly what she was feeling, thinking, wanting... needing. Hellen remembered when she used to do that to guys, slobbering idiots all of them that she played with like a cat. Picking and choosing what to give, but remaining generous. God how she loved that... and hated it. Jack stood, and ran his fingers through Hellen's hair softly while she kept her mouth open and smouldering eyes on his face. He went to the adjacent desk, the front of his body bathed in green and blue light slowly shifting to red from the lava lamps. She could see his hard member standing out over the drawer, proud and taunting. He pulled out something small and closed the drawer quietly. Jack was in no hurry, and took a moment to turn to her, then walk back to sit. Hellen immediately put her hands back on his knees and wanted to feel complete again more than ever. Jack gently grabbed her left hand, the soft touch a denial of the strength she wanted him to exert. He brought the hand up to place a kiss, then slipped something that felt like glass over it. It was a bracelet... wait a second... Hellen's curiosity turned to suspicion, which turned to certainty when she felt it shrink snugly on her wrist. "Wait... Jack... is that the-" Hellen stammered. "Hush now." He replied, then clinked her bracelet against what must have been his... had she not noticed he was wearing one of the things she helped design? Hellen began to remember something about a situation just like this. Then the hazy memory suspended as she sensed the subtle vibration and heard the little musical chirp she designed. She hadn't experienced the rush from arm up to brain before though, and closed her eyes briefly until it passed. Jack then pressed the little yellow circle on her bracelet, then a different one on his. Hellen then felt the his stimuli. Jack had initiated a one way share link, and allowed her to feel what she would do. She now felt a ghost mattress under her ass and something new between her legs open to the air. Then the memory was back. The memory of what he asked in the storage room. Jack leaned back on his elbows and waited. Hellen was like a deer in headlights. She knew what this meant, she began to feel something primitive growing in her mind. This was something she could now take, as it was no longer just a part of Jack but now intrinsically linked to her. She could indulge in this for herself, and ignore Jack completely. This new factor would allow her to show him how little he actually mattered to her... how he had no sway over her... not really... Jack moved his hand to his cock and gave it a sharp flick with his middle finger. Hellen jumped out of her hypnotic trance, blinking a bit then gave a small laugh. She grunted suddenly with desire and flew forward, mouth and tongue open and hungry, but Jack put his palm against her forehead, holding her back as she whimpered. She could grab her dick now, but that would be breaking the rules. She waited, her eyes watching the shadows on his face, she knew that he was aware of how she hated and loved him, and in that moment she knew he was not really here anyway. He was merely an observer. Both bodies were hers, and she could have it all in a moment as soon as she acknowledged this. Hellen gave a knowing nod under his hand, and he let go. She slid closer, and dropped just her lips onto the tip of her dick. Everything was hers now. She thought she needed Jack to feel complete, but that was never the case and he knew it the whole time. "I hate you..." She whispered lovingly, and slid her warm mouth down softly all the way with a sighing moan of submitting to herself. Her own lust commanded her to do better and better as she felt this new incredible sense of sensations that she could control. Hellen played with it, feeling her textured tongue moving how she desired. She raised up and held back at the tip again, every second teasing the beast in her that demanded more. The Yin and Yang inside her exchanging jabs and kisses. Hellen had no idea how long she spent sucking the cock belonging to her this night. Her mouth felt so god damned good, she worked her absolute best to tease and please herself, knowing what was at the end of this tunnel, but not the ride. She wanted to see what she looked like during her performance, sexually pleasing herself with another's body. She was sucking cock like a porn star just to feel sluttier, slapping her face with the shaft and using it to stretch out her cheeks from inside. Not once did she look up at Jack in this revelry, but she knew he was watching. It thrilled her to think that he was jealous of all she was experiencing, using him like a tool as a means to an end and nothing more. She even forgot he could feel it. Then she increased her efforts, simultaneously using her hand with her lips near the top to reach climax. The sloppy act and sounds finally did it, and she popped it out of her mouth, letting spunk shoot high over her shoulder. Hellen denied Jack the pleasure of filling her mouth and throat. She moaned and smiled like a Cheshire cat up at him with hazy eyes. Their pulsing cock fired rope after rope of semen in the air, some landing on Veronika's shirt, some on Hellen's face and back, and a thick rope on her soles behind her. Him cumming was the only weakness she had been able to steal and yet she knew it was just herself submitted to her own pleasures. "You want more." Jack said. He didn't bother making it a question. "Fuck you, you know I do. I've never felt anything like this, and you're not part of it." She snapped back, and was taken aback at her hostility. Wasn't she desperate to see him not even an hour ago? Jack however nodded knowingly. "I can give you so much more beyond this, if you'll do two things for me." There was a hint of excitement in his voice, and Hellen was quite curious now. "... Go on." She answered, now just rubbing the balls softly, loving the handful and afterglow. "Firstly, you have to promise to help me with a project. I have all the groundwork lain, but I need your programming skills to polish it. You've always been way better than me at that stuff, you're practically a genius. It wouldn't take more than two day's work." Hellen was surprised and murmured in agreement as she idly moved down to suck the balls as she gently stroked the shaft. God she wanted to do this all fucking day. If only Jack wasn't there judging her. "Secondly" he continued, a smile audible in his voice, "you have to clean up all the cum." Her eyes opened and looked at him, her hand paused for just a moment, then went back to stroking. This was unlike Jack, to ever give a lewd demand, or to make such an obvious submission to his own wanting. Something about him stepping down to the average guys' weakness to ask her do something for his pleasure was disappointing. She had no idea that this was intentional. College Clones Ch. 08: Hellen & Back "Yes Jack." She said, with a tone of condescension. Hellen made sure she could see her wipe her fingers over her cheek and pull the thick wad of cum into her mouth, she sucked on it with a moan showing how she patronizing someone beneath her now. When she went to get what sprayed on the shirt, she made a point to rub some in. Veronika would be more than glad to see the stain the next day. She licked her hand until clean and wet, then she felt the wet on her feet behind her. He had a fetish, and she had an idea to lower him even more. Hellen swung her legs around, making sure not to touch her feet on the floor. She raised her soles up so Jack would get off on her pretty feet in the jewelry she wore just for him. She knew he wanted them ever since the party, but they were hers, and she had no desire for him anymore. Jack began masturbating to them while she spread and wriggled her toes for him. Hellen felt the jerking off which to her was like a surreal handjob. She loved the glint and twinkle of toe rings, foot chains, and cum in the purple light shifting to green. She did this until her arousal reached a milestone, and she brought the cum covered foot to her face, the thin chain making a quiet clinking sound. She let him watch her suck her big toe like a cock, even though it was clean of cum. For some reason it felt amazing, she had no idea it felt this good to worship her feet... much better than when he did it. Jack smiled knowingly in the dark, he hadn't told her of the pleasure tweak he had made to the bracelet. For a little bit she actually forgot he was there and she sucked and licked the cum from each toe and her sole while feeling the cock being stroked. She took the foot from her mouth and eyed it for a second before running her tongue up the sole, then lowering it to get the other one instead. As she sucked on the other toes she started to finger herself under her jeans. The feeling of cock stroking, her moist pussy being fingered, and foot being worshipped by a warm wet mouth was overwhelming and she came from her cunt. Hellen restrained showing how wonderful this felt, but had to close her eyes for a moment. The lust didn't end though, because Jack couldn't feel what she was doing and was in no hurry to cum again, knowing she could feel it. Hellen absolutely had to finish through the dick too, she had to make him cum... for herself. She got up on to the bed in one swift movement, pushed his torso over to one end of the bed and shoved both feet in his face, wet from saliva. Hellen knocked his hand away, and straddled him. She was on top of him now in a position similar to 69, but she had her feet accessible for his mouth, knowing it would help push him - and her - over the top. Hellen wrapped her arms under his thighs and began savagely deepthroating him, strings of thick spit stretching from her lips to the base of his cock. She noticed he wasn't sucking her toes and she wriggled them while whining. Suddenly a tongue flicked across her foot and she shivered and continued fucking her own face. Hellen could feel him/her reaching the peak and then a mouth closed over her right foot big toe while a hand softly rubbed her left sole. Then Hellen's cry was cut off from her lust driving her mouth down until the dick was shooting directly into her throat. The throbbing and thick wads in her esophagus, mixed with her sensitive feet being pampered sent her again into temporary ecstasy. She pulled off Jack's member, sitting up. She wiped bubbles of spit from her mouth and let Jack touch her feet while he was under her... in every sense. "You're not going to let me fuck my pussy tonight, are you?" Hellen asked. "No. Not tonight." Jack replied. Hellen climbed off and walked to the door. She pressed the yellow button and pulled the bracelet off. She half turned her head back towards the room. She knew Jack was looking at her now, and hated it. He was no longer her equal, or rival. He couldn't even finish a project he started without her. "You had better deliver on offering me something more. That wasn't near enough." She said, then left closing the door behind her. "Count on it." Jack said. - - - Tuesday morning Hellen woke up next to someone, and almost fell out of bed until she realized it was Veronika sleeping on her side facing her. How the hell did she get back to this room? They must have gotten more wasted together and crashed while chatting. They were fully clothed, to Hellen's relief, and she stood up for a stretch and felt the cold tiles soothing on her soles. Then bam, she remembered last night. With him. As always with his face in her mind came a barrage of conflicting emotions, but one was missing this time; Need. Hellen was freed of a chain last night. Her self confidence was back better than ever, and she felt like a Goddess. She had climbed a mountain to find paradise, but in it's place was a truck stop. Hellen laughed a bit and looked down to Veronika. She was a great friend, but she really was a dumb slut. Before getting her boyfriend she was prone to being passed around like the joints they smoked together. The poor girl had fallen for some stuttering nobody with puppy dog eyes. How she must have rocked his world with those great tits and experience under her belt. After looking her sleeping friend up and down, listening to her heavy snoring, Hellen realized now how she could have damn near anything she wanted. She had always wanted to squeeze those milk jugs. Without a moment's more hesitation she walked over and pushed Veronika's shoulder, rolling her on her back. Those alluring flesh globes swayed from the momentum, and the idiot just kept snoring. Without an expression, or a nervous hand Hellen grabbed both tits and squeezed. There was a lack of satisfaction to this. Like unwrapping a beautifully decorated present to find a dollar store novelty. She tried pushing them together and squeezing harder, her brows furrowing. They felt good in her hands, but not great. "Hm." Hellen mumbled, and stepped back. It just wouldn't do. She had tasted the thrill of submitting to an equal, and that was gone. A rush of anger was suddenly washed away as she looked down at her best friend. Veronika was always nothing but kind, and such a sweetheart. What is happening to me? Hellen's face went from softening to worried. Ever since she was alone with Jack something happened to her mind... something new and dark. She was always cocky, but never this self-obsessed or conceited. Then a new voice felt angry at lowering herself to guilt over pride. Hellen shook her head and decided to just get ready for the day. Her shirt still had cum stains and she felt sick and a little excited. She knew whom it had come from, but also who it had really come from. While changing back into her hoodie, Veronika started to stir. "Morning Vee." Hellen said, her voice sounding kind, but distracted. "Mmm... Wha? Oh sweetie what are you doing here- oh yeah!" Veronika laughed raspily, "We got totalled last night." She rubbed her eyes a bit, then snapped her red eyes to Hellen. "And you got laid! About damn time girl, how was he? He seemed so kind, was he hung?" She asked with a sly inquisitive grin. "He was nothing special." Hellen answered, looking out the window. "I did great." "Oh... one of those guys who just lays back and has you do all the work?" "Yeah." "Aw, well I hope you had some fun. Looking at the shirt he was some backed up." Veronika laughed and yawned. A little midi version of Zelda's "secret" sound effect came from the right desk. In the instant it took for Hellen to look to her phone and hear those eight little notes, she knew who it was, despite never giving her number to them. "We'd better get ready for class, it starts in an hour I think." Veronika said, getting up and taking off her tank top. Hellen watched those slutty tits bounce when free and was surprised to not feel guilty about her greedy hands earlier. Something far back in her mind - with a voice too soft for her to perceive - was whispering "...soon..." Hellen picked up her phone and found a single brief text; "I need you around 18:00, please be ready in lobby." The number wasn't even blocked, he knew she could find it if she wanted anyway. She didn't bother responding but just began to really wonder what project it was he failed on without her. Jack was hopeless. He did however promise her something great, even better than letting her own him. A part of her already just wanted to be alone with her cock again, to use it how she deemed worthy. Then, with the feeling that the time when she could feel the inside of her sex wasn't far away, she smiled and got ready for her first day of college. The day turned out as she expected, no more, no less. The instructor, Mr. Stoddard, was old and tired. The students were intelligent, energetic, eager, and terribly boring. They were given an outline of the course and of the people they were likely to hear give speeches at some point for their benefit. Veronika sitting next to her at the back of the class was writing notes attentively, but Hellen couldn't have possibly cared less. She could get money if she wanted it. What her heart desired wasn't something in the world of success or monetary value, it was in the sharing of something so much smaller, yet so much bigger. A kindred soul. If this was high school, Mr. Stoddard would have called Hellen out on her disinterest and given a light scolding. This was college however and you already paid to be here. If you didn't care it made no difference to them. The day went by at its own speed. Hellen made a point to draw a huge dick and stick it to the bottom of every surface she could in each room they were shown. When she used the bathroom in the main building the knob to lock one of the stalls was missing, leaving a hole. So she used a marker to write "Glory Hole - Use at Own Risk". Although a perfunctory thing, it did keep her from being too bored. Classes ended at four thirty, and Hellen decided she might as well have some fun while she waits. She made for the cafetorium - a name she found ridiculous - and ate some dinner of chicken sandwich and Caesar salad. She took a banana for later too. Walking around the dorm in the cool breeze, in the shadows cast by the building, she wondered how much Jack wanted to experience last night again. She had broken him, had him succumb to his want of her feet, and denied him cumming on his own terms. He would always want more, even if he denied it with acting passive. She walked into the parking lot and scanned around for the black sedan. She spotted it next to a rusted red one near the back door. Hellen walked over, checking the license plate to be sure, then shoved the banana in the tailpipe as good as she could. With a smirk she stood up and hit her vaporizer again, waiting for her mutt. It wasn't long before the back door to the lobby opened and Jack emerged, walking towards the car. He was half an hour early, further disappointing Hellen. "Good morning, Miss Francon." He said with a slight bow. "What?" "Nothing. Thanks for coming along. I hope you're ready." He said with a smile. "Yep." She said. "I'm driving." Her hand was out for the keys impatiently. "You're the boss." Jack said, and tossed her the keys.. They climbed in the vehicle, but Hellen didn't turn the keys just yet. After a few moments Jack threw her a confused look. "Tell me what we're working on." She asked, looking in the rear view mirror. "Well, it would be better to show you, but basically we're going to finish up what we started. There's one function left to fine tune before-" Hellen suddenly turned the keys in the ignition as someone was passing by the rear of the car. To their great surprise a banana went shooting past their shins and they stopped to stare as the black sedan peeled out of the parking lot. "Was it a potato?" Jack asked a minute later, unable to help grinning. "Unidentified flying organic. Where are we going?" "An old self storage place I bought just off the highway. Take a right up here." The sky was turning orange, and the wind cooling down when they turned onto the dirt path through the trees. They were soon greeted with the empty looking building, and Hellen felt the first pang of hesitance. It felt way too quiet here when the car was silenced. The grey concrete of the facility seemed to almost have a smirking fake innocence in this clearing. Like hidden voices snickering in bushes. A wolf beckoning. "After you, m'dear." Jack said. Hellen couldn't look at him. They got out and made their way to the door. Hellen looked to the roll up doors to her left and noted they were numbered just like the keys Jack was holding. That was one question answered... but what did he have in there? Jack held the door open and Hellen was greeted with a more muffled atmosphere inside, and a bit of a musky smell. Some cobwebs were in the corners, and some computer monitor boxes were on the back shelf looking new. "Now," Jack said, walking to the back red door with an employee's only sign, "as I mentioned we're finishing up the ML. I've been given private funding to work on this, since the controversy you brought up to the lieutenant. I was always surprised you didn't ask more about what it was actually for." He looked to her, and she felt stupid suddenly. Did she miss something? "Well..." Hellen said with some annoyance, "it's for soldiers to have two vantage points, or use the camouflage. I was under the impression that would keep them from getting shot." "Ah, but you never thought about how that proxy thing would work. How could there be an auto pilot function with a human?" Jack pushed the door open and they entered a large room with concrete floor and beige metal undulating walls. There was tech in here that Hellen recognized, such as the projection field and programming/archiving panel, but there was something new in the middle. A metal table like device, with an assortment of buttons near the glass dome cover. Under that seemed to be soft cushion. "The auto pilot..." Hellen repeated absently. He had a point. Why would that even be necessary for the second soldier if they would be active. "Wait a minute... where were you transferred again after I was fired? Fuck you for that by the way." "The S.M.P." He answered with a look that said she was nearing the truth. "I've heard things about that. That has something to do with... reproduction doesn't it?" "Yes, but not in the crude sense you may be thinking." He pointed to the table device. "We would need a vacant proxy to apply the auto-pilot function. Also there are too many potential risks to have another human using the host's original body." Hellen stared into his face for the first time that day to gauge if he was fucking with her. He was not. "... Cloning?" "Cloning." "That's crazy, it can't be done with humans yet." "It can." "We'd be overrun by frothing cavemen if the military ever got their hands on fully functioning cloning. I can't help you do this." "You did promise, albeit blindly. Even putting that aside, you know I need you to finish this. I can't work with coding the way you can. I know you want something to work on worth your skills, and you'd be helping to advance the world." Hellen was getting the sense that Jack was pleading, it was kind of sad. She looked around the room, thinking how with these things they could truly make history. Her name would be immortalized. The woman behind revolutionary technology and the first successful clones. "There's also the gift I promised you, but we'll get this done first." Jack extended his hand to shake. It was like a begging dog. Hellen spit in her hand and shook. "Where do we start, faggot?" She asked. Jack barked out a laugh. "One final program, the most complex of the lot. I wanted it to be added to the replicator there, but it lacks the hardware. So instead we can add it to the ML which luckily has the capacity for mental access. We're going to have it copy the mind of the host for the proxy. A true duplicate. A perfect copy." "To scan a mind and fill another... That's almost scary." "You can do it Hellen." Jack said, meeting her eyes. "You can create this." Within that evening and the next they did just that. On Wednesday they went to class as normal, but then came right back. Jack had what looked like a scrapbook with him on the way back for some reason. It was two in the morning on Thursday when they sat a few feet apart in that large cold room. Hellen was holding the final product, turning it in her exhausted trembling hand. The auto-pilot had been altered to copy the entire mind of the host and activating it in the proxy, which would turn it on some time later. With this done Hellen knew she was a genius, she had done something she didn't even think could be done, and in two days. The next issue was approaching, but Hellen avoided bringing it up. Jack however, did. "So... now that this finally looking like it's done, we need a test subject." The words hung in the air, suspended by how heavy a thing it was to dance around. "I've made sure there are no risks left to the replication process, but I can certainly do it..." Hellen looked at him. "You sneaky asshole." She said. "This was all about you wanting another... you?" Something vague moved in Hellen's mind... a dark excitement. "No, of course not. I just figured you'd be nervous." Jack said, everything about how sincere he appeared was angering Hellen. "What is this, some ploy to... clone me or something?" Her heart fluttered for some reason. A scene played through her mind in a flash of seeing herself standing over her like an angel. Hellen never thought of herself like this before and dismissed it as wrong. "Yes Hellen. It is." Jack said without a smile. Something had changed. Hellen didn't know what exactly, but she felt like she did back in his room before he disappointed her. She felt like a little girl trying to keep up. "I told you I'd give you the best gift you would ever receive, and this is it." She felt cold, what was this? It was like some invisible mass was bearing down on her, making her feel naked. He didn't have this power with her anymore but... "Why would I want... that? I thought I was just going to get to use the ML to... feel what it's like to... but I'm not attracted to myself like some vain, egotistical girl or something." Hellen began to feel she was contradicting herself. She felt like she was flailing to fight something she didn't quite grasp yet. "You don't understand Hellen. I'll help you. Wait here." Jack said, getting up and leaving, but not before grabbing a beer from the mini fridge. Hellen was left in this room, but her emotions felt like another presence with her. Why was she even dignifying this concept with a response? Just leave girl, take the ML and break everything you can before you take his car. Two minutes passed and she hardly noticed. A part of her would not let her get up, it kept her legs week. The red door opened and through it came Jack with a burp and a short naked girl with brown hair tied back in a little bun and sparkling, exciting brown eyes. Hellen's jaw dropped. Not only was there suddenly a nude girl, but she had a dick. "Hellen, meet Amber." Jack said, leaving the new girl by the door. He went behind Hellen to a big dusty plastic sheet against the wall. He pulled it off and an old mattress was revealed, it looked like it hadn't been used in years. Jack pulled the top edge and let it flop down on the floor in front of Hellen. "What- I'm not-" Hellen stuttered. "Relax, it's not for you." He said calmly. "Amber sit." She complied. Amber sat on the white mattress looking at Hellen curiously like she had never seen anything like her. Jack went over to the fridge again and opened a cupboard. He pulled out a hard flat sheet of some kind, and with a twinkle, Hellen saw it was a mirror.