The Clone Age ~ IC

[Erlind]

(This thread is reserved fuckmeat.)

Eric Dreich had earned Eagle in the Boy Scouts when he was young and had been active part of his college’s lacrosse team. He drank at parties, but never to the point where he was black out drunk, and was often the one to make sure everyone made it home at the end of the night. Eric was engaged to Bridget his college sweetheart for two and a half years before she broke it off. She had been cheating on him. Eric would have forgiven her, but she didn’t love him anymore. In the last four years, Eric had worked at the same job for the same pay. It was good money and he was excellent at the job, but his boss Claire often took credit for his work.

Eric worked for a large firm on the cutting edge of Artificial Intelligence technology. True AI was still out of their grasp, but creating programs to manage and do problem solving for already automated systems was possible, if difficult and expensive. Eric’s department worked hard on the framework of those programs and to him it was an art. Each project deserved attention and needed key details sculpted to fit the needs of the customer. The higher ups didn’t understand the skill it took and Claire would never let them. It was always the work of her team and never was any one of them mentioned. She even doctored her hours to make it look like she had done the bulk of the work. Eric put up with it though, because she could work the corporate world better than him and he felt it was hopeless.

A friend of his had suggested a night with a clone to work out the frustration on. Eric had brushed him off, but the more he thought about it the more he realized it was just what he needed. He wasn’t really going to be hurting anyone, other than maybe the clone. He could yell and scream out the things that he couldn’t at work at the person who was the source of his current troubles. He could even hit her some if that’s what he wanted. Just one night to work it all out of his system and he could go back to dealing with Claire.

* * *

Two men walked down the red carpeted hallway. One wore an expensive suit, had a winning smile, and carried an electronic clipboard. The other man had a part in his light brown hair and wore a suit as well, if a much less flashy one. He had gentle blue eyes and a nervous look on his face. Eric was the latter of the two.

“Did you have any problems with the description I gave you?” Eric was nervous. He knew that working with basically human brains made the process incredibly easier, but he had easier with crafting AI from scratch and knew how hard it could be. “That’s all she is,” he reminded himself silently, “an impressive AI.”

“Don’t worry about a thing Mr. Dreich. Her memories won’t be exact, but there is no way to do that. Still, with the information and photo you provided us with, the experience should be just what you wanted.” The salesman was much more professional than Eric had expected. Most people that came here were probably just looking for sex, so Eric had imagined a dirty porno shop. Cloning was an expensive business though and Clone Age Dream Centers had spared no expense making their customers feel at home.

After finalizing the fund transfer from Eric’s bank the salesman lead him to a wooden door with a brass number three on it. Eric was told he had all night if he wanted it and before Eric could explain he wouldn’t need it, the salesman was gone. Entering the room he found his Claire clone was not inside. Instead, it was some kind of changing room. There was a full bath, a nice bench with a neat if slightly out of place plastic sheet over it, and two full four drawer dressers. Though curious about what was inside, Eric decided he didn’t really want to know.

He crossed the room to the opposite door. His hand rested on the knob nervous about what was on the other side. With a deep breath Eric walked into the room to face the clone of Claire.

 

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Claire Miller
New minted clone of a woman aged 25
5ft tall, 32B tits​

Her ice blue eyes regarded him impassively as he walked in. She was impeccably dressed, every inch the corporate executive. Her auburn hair was tied back and her make-up minimal, just as it had been in the photo Dreich had provided. That and the hair complete with follicle and hence, DNA, that had allowed the Dream Centre to reproduce the slight and petite yet arrogant form of Claire Miller. She was a clone and there were tells; the upload port at the nape of her neck for one, the absence of fingerprints for another. But aside from that, she was flawless... save for Claire's own flaws. Her brow creased in a manner that Dreich would be intimately familiar with. Despite her slight frame she always somehow managed to stare him down, holding his gaze until he looked away.

The clone required a certain amount of background info in order to function as her doppelgänger. It also required a current scenario, a means to explain and find a way to act within its current surroundings. Claire 2.0 had therefore been programmed to believe it was on a business trip with Dreich that required an overnight in a hotel. There was an overnight bag on the bed with things that a woman would require in it. The room was basic and characterless in the way that moderately priced hotel rooms were. They were supposed to have spent the day showcasing the next version of their AI software to a bunch of shareholders. Dreich had identified many of the areas that required upgrading and had manipulated the current software himself, ploughing through miles of code at a speed that would have left Claire in his dust, had she bothered to compete with him. Dreich was a born programmer though; fluent in binary but not much else. He loathed and was crap at presentations, unable to break the complexities of his AI programming down into the kind of idiot-proof, bite sized chunks that investors needed to be able to comprehend. Claire was good at that stuff, that and the way she flirted with all the older shareholders, simpering shamelessly until they had phoned their brokers. As far as she was concerned, her business acumen and interpersonal skills insured that socially inadequate supergeeks like Dreich could potter about being brilliant and actually get paid for it.

And now here he was, walking into her hotel room late at night. Surely she had done enough for one day by securing his research budgets for another year? Claire's eyes were cold as Eric stared at her in that stupid, tongue-tied way of his. For a genius he could be fucking dumb.

"Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, in a manner that eloquently conveyed how uninterested she was in whatever he wanted.

 

[Erlind]

Eric stepped into the room and stopped, hand still on the door handle. What appeared to be an exact copy of Claire Miller stood inside, giving him the icy stare Eric had come to dread. For a moment the little courage he normally had dwindled. It was almost worse than the real thing standing there.

“Is there something I can help you with?” As she spoke for just a moment the programmer caught a glimpse of the upload port. She wasn’t real. She couldn’t fire him, sue him, or even tell anyone what happened here.

“Look, Claire, I don’t think that …,” Eric started, but stopped himself. He didn’t have to be polite or hold back on what he thought at all. “What can you help me with, Claire? You can help me by not being such a conniving bitch that can’t help, but leech off my work like a parasite!” Eric slammed the door shut behind him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to let loose on her like this.

“It’s my talent that carries our entire department. You can’t code to save your life. I only know you can work a computer, because you enter inflated numbers about how long you’re even in the damn office!” Eric walked straight up to her. His face was red and his heart was pumping fast.

“How did you even get this job?” The words were slow and deliberate. He plays the nice guy his whole life just trying to do what was right and work hard. It was the Claire Millers of the world that made his life hell.

 

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Claire 2.0 took an instinctive step backwards as the door slammed behind him. Dreich was royally pissed. At the same time, she wasn't about to be spoken to like that by a subordinate. As Eric yelled at her, Claire retreated across the room until the kingsize bed was between them. Her expression was one of incredulity.

Courtesy of background information about the real Claire, provided by Dreich and the Dream Centre's research department, she stood her ground.

"Good God Eric, are you drunk or something?" She snapped, trying to maintain some semblance of authority. "If it wasn't for me you'd still be in your mother's basement, writing miles and miles of code that would never see the light of day. I hired you. I saw the potential in your work and I pitched it to our superiors. I'm the one who has to make brainless old men who've done nothing but suck at the teat of their trust fund all their damn lives understand why they should invest in your work." Her voice rose in pitch as she hammered her point home. "I am the reason that you get paid and that your AI software is going to be the biggest thing since the mobile phone!"

Claire realised she was shouting back at him and forcibly calmed herself. She looked Dreich square in the eye.

"If anything Eric, you should be grateful to me." Her mouthcorners lifted in a cruel little smile of self satisfaction.

"I may not spend as many hours coding as you and alright, I have made it look as though I have in the past. But with you around, there's no need for me to be eyeball deep in the fucking matrix. Doing that allows me more time to publicise your work, something that you are useless at. How dare you come in here shouting at me like this."

She folded her arms, waiting for Eric to back down and then get the hell out of her room.

 

[Erlind]

If it had been the real Claire Eric would have backed down. In some ways she was right. Her work was important and without someone explaining what he did it might be hard to get them to understand the importance of what he did. However, he’d heard it all before. She always sounded completely reasonable, but each time he backed down she did something else to stab him in the back.

Eric raised his hand and backhanded the clone hard across the face. “You can’t seriously expect to buy that load of shit from you can you? I’ve watched you work, so you can’t placate me like one of those morons upstairs.” While she was still shocked that he had hit her, Eric grabbed Claire by her hair. Tangling what had been a smooth business hairdo, he brought her close and stared down at her.

“I bet the only way that silver tongue really does you any good is when you’re going down on the boss, or whoever you need to, to get ahead. All you really are is a slut that knows just enough to ask to get paid for it, aren’t you?”

Eric had never acted like this in his life. He’d never hit a woman or treated one like this. Even when he and when his ex-fiance had cheated on him Eric had only tried to patch things up. He’d put up with Claire and everyone like her for too long and she deserved anything she got tonight.

 

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His backhand shocked her to the core. Claire was petite enough that the blow nearly knocked her off balance and sent her flying to the floor. Before she had time to draw enough breath to tell him to get the hell off of her, Eric had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her close to him. Claire fought his grip, pushing against his chest to keep herself as far from him as she could.

“I bet the only way that silver tongue really does you any good is when you’re going down on the boss, or whoever you need to, to get ahead. All you really are is a slut that knows just enough to ask to get paid for it, aren’t you?”

"What the fuck, Eric!?" She cried, suddenly and belatedly realising that he had a sexual motive for this attack. Terror ripped through her. She was too close to him. She could hear his hard breaths, smell his masculine body odour. It was... disturbingly intimate. And to know that this was what he thought of her. She had known he resented her for taking credit for his work but he was gut-churningly terrible at it.

"You are making a big mistake Eric Dreich! You are so unemployed!"

When this outburst failed to have an effect on him, Claire abruptly changed tack.

"Is it my fault that the people with money in this world are lecherous middle aged men? I hate having to pander to their condescending, sexist asses but I charm them to keep us all on the payroll! If I was a guy, a handshake and a kick ass presentation would be enough but because I have a pussy, I'm expected to simper like a housewife who wants a new fucking dress. Do you think I enjoy doing that?"

Claire realised she was shouting again. She deliberately controlled her voice and spoke very slowly and calmly, as though addressing a recalcitrant child.

"Let me go Eric. Please. Let me go right now, walk out of here and I swear this will never have happened. I understand your anger and I'm sorry... but this is not the way to resolve things."

 

[Erlind]

Eric was seething. He’d never been this furious before in his life, it was rare that he even really got angry. If she had been real Eric would’ve stopped, but she wasn’t and that was why he was here tonight. He’d already gone much farther than he’d ever imagined, but instead of being horrified there was a dark desire growing in him. He’d knocked her across the face and she’d nearly fallen over. There wasn’t a damn thing to stop him from treating her however he wanted.

Grabbing a fist full of the clone’s hair Eric threw her to the ground. Diving on top of her Eric pinned her down. She struggled, but he clamped her wrists down above her head. “You talk about how you tell each one of them just what they want to hear and you expect me to be lured in by the same charms to a different tune? No. I want you to admit to what you are. Admit what a corporate whore you are and beg me to let you go.”

Eric wanted to humiliate her as much as he could, but there was more to it. His cock was stiffening as he pressed it into her struggling form. The rush of letting all that pent up anger and frustration out was incredible.

“I know you know how to beg, Claire,” he told her with a hint of dark humor in his voice.

 

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"...Admit what a corporate whore you are and beg me to let you go.”

The pressure on her slender wrists was painful, it made Claire arch and try to struggle, playing right into his hands it seemed as Dreich settled more firmly on top of her, pinning her with his superior weight and strength. Claire could see that fighting him further physically was pointless, so she fell still. That little capitulation and the contemptuous words he growled at her were more than enough to make Claire blush scarlet. This was something else that Dreich had never encountered with the real Claire Miller. Her pale cheeks blossomed with ripe colour that dipped as far as the hollow of her throat. Her eyes were glazed with fear, her lips parted to facilitate her fast, shallow breathing. Her tiny tits undulated beneath their silk shirt and lacy bra as he stared down at her.

Dreich went further still, pressing his groin down onto hers. There was nothing fleeting or accidental about it. The solid weight of his swelling erection ground hot and hard into her, dispelling any doubt she might have had about his intentions here. Eric's voice dropped an octave, the lust now evident, tinged with harsh mockery.

“I know you know how to beg, Claire.”

Her eyes found his and locked, begging him to stop this. His dark brown eyes were pitiless however, glimmering darkly with intentions that Claire didn't want to contemplate. She tried to master her voice and failed, it quavered and trembled over every carefully prounounced word.

"I told you, someone had to do the corporate whoring. If you'd been left to your own devices nobody would ever have known about the work you did... there wouldn't even have been the money for you to finish your concept, let alone start work on a newer version."

Claire swallowed hard and attempted to placate Eric any way she knew how. He was furious with her about something, so out of desperation she reverted to the one tactic she knew she excelled at... flattery.

"Everything I've done has been for you, Eric. Nothing but the brilliance of your work could have inspired me to go after and secure the kind of investment that I have."

It was her eyes that truly begged him. They betrayed her naked terror. Though he wasn't a particularly intimidating man, Eric had more than enough of an advantage to subdue her by force. The hours that man had spent coding... well he couldn't have been getting laid. Claire had never been interested in his personal life but he'd never mentioned anything. It scared her, how much pent up sexual aggression this man must have.

 

[Erlind]

She spat more of her sweetened out, desperate to cover up what she really felt. Eric could see it, though. He could see how fucking scared she was, and knew how weak she must have felt. He’d felt that weakness a hundred times under her, but not anymore.

“I’m glad you think so much of me, Claire,” he told her darkly, “I’m going to make you show how much you really appreciate your golden boy.” He knew she hadn’t believed her flattery and he was throwing it in her face, but it had still felt so good to hear.

Letting go of the clone’s wrists Dreich grabbed her thin blouse and ripped it open. Buttons bounced away in different directions as they popped off. Eric finished ripping the thin cloth from her slender frame and tossed it aside. He continued taunting her as he started trying to get her skirt off as well.

“I’m going to put you through hell, you bitch. The best part is you’re such a whore I bet you’ll every minute of it.”

 

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Claire gasped as the her shirt was ripped open and when her lungs were full she let rip with an almighty scream. Claire 2.0 believed herself to be in a hotel room where people would come running if she yelled loudly enough. She wanted help and she wanted Dreich arrested. Golden boy or not, he had crossed more than enough lines to get his ass fired and prosecuted.

Eric attacked her tight pencil skirt with both hands, which left Claire unrestrained. She sat upright and then slapped him hard around the face.

"Get off of me! Who the hell do you think you are? Help! Help me I'm being attacked... please someone help!"

She continued to hit him around the head, grabbing the waistband of her skirt with her other hand so Dreich couldn't pull it off.

 

[Erlind]

“You don’t get it! No one gives a damn about you. No one! I could leave your corpse on the sidewalk and people would only be bothered that they had to step over you. Wait for someone to come if you think I’m wrong you stupid slut.” Eric just wanted to cripple her. Break her down like so many people had stepped on him to get ahead. He wanted to watch her hurt.

This other Claire wasn’t hurting him much, but it stung. If he had to pay extra, because she had to be thrown away when he was done he’d do it. Eric reared back with his fist and drove it down into her stomach. She had tried to defend herself, but there was too much force behind it. He hadn’t held back at all. Eric found himself smiling as he watched her twist up, but didn’t take the time to relish the moment. He ripped off her skirt and broke the catch on her bra. All of her clothing was stripped away.

“Are they coming Claire?” he mocked her as he stripped his shirt off himself. “Would anyone ever come for you?” Eric’s hair was messed and his eyes had gone from their gentle blue gaze to something much more intense. Kicking the last of his clothes off Dreich stood over her. He wondered if the real thing would have screamed more or less.

 

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He snarled at her with such utter venom that it took her breath away. Claire was still fighting frantically when his fist curled. She watched it slam down into her stomach in a kind of sick slow motion as she descended into a state of shock. Claire doubled over around the blow, raw pain blossoming across her abdomen. She couldn't breathe... couldn't think. She just flailed like a landed fish as Dreich dispensed with the rest of their clothing. There was a cold efficiency to his movements. He hadn't got drunk and lashed out at her, he wasn't slurring and he wasn't enraged... not like that anyway. Eric had planned this, she could tell by his demeanour. This was rape at its coldest and most calculated.

“Are they coming Claire? Would anyone ever come for you?”

Her eyes widened, hurt and terrified. The fight had gone out of Claire now. She would never have believed Dreich capable of such a violent attack. There had been times in the past when she had caught him checking her out but as she dressed to flatter her slim curves and Eric was patently single, Claire had thought nothing of it. To know that even then he had probably been imagining this, hurting and humiliating her... well it was obscene.

Claire shook with fear. Her wide blue gaze took in Eric's livid cock, the bunched muscles under his skin, the cruel set to his jaw and twist to his sneer. He was really going to do this and he was going to enjoy it. That she was terrified and not consenting meant nothing to him.

Had she ever even known the man she had worked with for so long?

Tears splashed her face as her breath came in hard, ragged, painful sobs. Her bottom lip quivered, making her stammer.

"P-p-please! D-d-d-don't do th-this."

She couldn't even see him for tears now, had no idea how Dreich was responding to this desperate, final appeal.

"P-please stop... Please just l-l-let me g-go."

 

[Erlind]

“You understand it now don’t you?” Eric dropped down on top of her and began forcing her legs apart. “When someone stops listening to those gilded words there’s nothing else worthwhile about you. Nothing to fear. Nothing to respect.” Her tears only made the moment sweeter. They showed him that the composed business woman he knew was now a desperate frightened little bitch.

Eric slowly started pushing himself into her. She was dry, but he didn’t care. He wanted to fuck her, needed it. He grabbed her hair and made her face him so he could take a rough kiss from her. “If you wanted out of this you should have changed a long time ago,” he told her as he broke the kiss and then he laughed. This Claire had never even met him before now. There was literally nothing this girl could have done to change what was happening now. Dreich could taste the salt from her tears and now instead of wondering how he had come this far he wondered how much farther he could go, and he forced himself further into her tight unwilling body.

 

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Claire could only sob as her legs were wrenched apart. All the while Eric's contemptuous diatribe told her how worthless he thought she was. That he could have such venom stored up that she had never even known was there, well she couldn't believe it. It was true they had never been bosom buddies in the workplace and he had always resented her innate skills with people.

Dreich began working his cock into her bone dry pussy, jabbing in an inch at a time before dragging it out over raw, arid flesh. He was bigger than she had thought he would be... or perhaps it was just the way her pussy was swelling at the dry friction. It burned, but the physical pain was nothing to her total humiliation. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and then kissed her, forcing his way into her mouth as his cock stabbed deeper. Claire wasn't brave enough to bite him. Her abdomen stretched as her head tipped back and her hips yielded to his cock. A dull ache punctuated the rest of her pain and discomfort as her punched gut muscles were forcibly stretched, making her cry out into his mouth.

“If you wanted out of this you should have changed a long time ago,”

Claire lost it. All thoughts of self-preservation went out the window. She got angry, livid in fact.

"It doesn't matter now." She spat, "It's over Dreich. Everything you ever worked for. Congratulations. Now you've done this, you're going to rot in prison. I'm going to make sure of it. By the time you get out, the whole world will think your precious fucking code was all my work."

His face contorted with rage and hatred, she knew she was going to be hit again but in that moment Claire couldn't have cared less. Eric Dreich was not a murderer. He was a sad little geek who couldn't get laid even if he was a billionaire. He had been wedded to that damn programme of his and this pent up and misdirected aggression was the result.

"Was it worth it? Sitting up into the small hours coding instead of living your fucking life? You could have been balls deep in any number of ugly, fat little nerd girls but you would never take the time. I'll bet your hands are so cramped from typing that you can't even jerk it off any more."

Her pussy finally gave in and began to moisten in response to Eric's thrusting cock, letting him pick up the pace.

"You think this is revenge?" She hissed, hoping to deflate his erection with a few home truths. "This is what happens when hormone addled little boys like you don't take the time to fuck something occasionally. You're pathetic Dreich, a woman-beating, raping, spineless fraction of a man."

Claire fell still and the last hot tears dried on her face. If her crying and fighting got Eric hard, she was going to lie there like a sack of fucking potatoes. When she spoke again the corporate façade was actually back in place. She might have been telling him to fetch her coffee.

"To be honest sweetheart, I hardly even know you're down there."

 

[Erlind]

Her abused pussy was just starting to slicken for him, but taking her physically wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her broken and crying at his feet. This newfound, unwarranted confidence infuriated him more. He stopped thrusting into her.

“Maybe your right Claire,” he told her calmly as he slid out of her. His cock was still hard and his body begged him to keep playing with her, but he wanted something more than just her body.

“This isn’t about you,” he told her coldly. Tightening his grip in her hair Eric leapt up and dragged her across the room. She fought him and screamed, but she strong enough to stop him and nothing she did mattered. She was just a clone. It took him a minute to drag her to her feet. When he did he slammed her face against a mirror on the wall, cracking the mirror and cutting her forehead.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered as he held her up to the fractured mirror, but she was too dazed or stubborn to focus on the broken visage in front of her. “LOOK!,” he screamed at her shaking her body and the clone looked at the tear stained face with a thin trail of blood slowly running down the side.

“How could this be about you? It couldn’t. You aren’t worth this my little self-absorbed bitch. Every day of my life I have lived up to and beyond the expectations of everyone and no one cares. I’m the best worker you’ve ever seen and have single handedly made your career, but you treat me like shit. I am nothing, but loyal and loving to my fiancé and she ditches me for some loser. I help friends, family, and total strangers and in return I am abandoned, shunned, and stolen from. Every time I let them. I’m not taking revenge on you. I’m letting off twenty-six years of steam.”

Eric let go of her hair and found several strands already torn out. Grabbing her arm, he clamped down hard. He sent her sprawling again hitting the end of the bed and falling onto it. He was going to tear her apart.

 

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“Maybe your right Claire,”

The calmness of his words as he pulled out of her filled Claire with hope. Dreich wasn't a violent rapist. He was realising the magnitude of what he was doing. He was pulling out and agreeing with her, maybe all this would stop now? Her eyes were full of that hope as he lifted his body from hers, the absence of his weight on her making Claire feel lighter than air.

“This isn’t about you,”

She screamed in fresh shock as he dragged her up by her hair. Dreich suddenly seemed to have tremendous strength. He yanked her across the room, while she fought to get her feet under her. Eric then thrust her forwards and Claire realised why a split second before her eyes closed and her face hit glass.

Now the fight went out of her completely. All pretence of defiance and indifference shattered and fell away. Hot blood welled from a cut on her forehead, pulsing from the wound in time to her racing heartbeat.

“Look at yourself,”

She shook violently, her eyes wide and blind with shock as she hyperventilated helplessly.

“LOOK!,”

Claire yelped and finally managed to make eye contact with herself in the mirror. Her cheek and eye socket below the cut were red and swelling. She was going to have bruises. But it was the abject terror in her eyes that chilled her to the bone, that and Dreich's triumphant sneer.

“How could this be about you? It couldn’t. You aren’t worth this my little self-absorbed bitch. Every day of my life I have lived up to and beyond the expectations of everyone and no one cares. I’m the best worker you’ve ever seen and have single handedly made your career, but you treat me like shit. I am nothing, but loyal and loving to my fiancé and she ditches me for some loser. I help friends, family, and total strangers and in return I am abandoned, shunned, and stolen from. Every time I let them. I’m not taking revenge on you. I’m letting off twenty-six years of steam.”

He released her hair. Her scalp ached in places, telling her that he had torn some of it out. Claire remained still. The one survival instinct left to her was telling her loud and clear to let this psycho do what he liked. Resistance was futile here and would only cause her more suffering when he retaliated. Dreich had gone off the deep end. There was no point trying to appeal to his better nature when he was this divorced from it, apparently incapable of comprehending the consequences of his actions. Once he was done with her, then she could call the cops and make his life a proper living hell. If he thought he had a rough deal now, he could just wait until her lawyer got hold of him.

If she lived.

The last thought was simple and stark. He could kill her. He was capable and certainly livid enough.

Suddenly Claire was flying. Dreich wrenched her arm, gripping it hard enough to bruise and flung her bodily across the room. Her slim, petite frame was giving him quite the upper hand. It was terrifying to realise how much strength he had when he chose to use it. Claire collided with the end of the bed and went sprawling across it. She heard Dreich's swift footsteps behind her and began trembling again, twisting her head around to see him bearing down on her.

She had been yelling and screaming for what felt like forever now. Why were none of the hotel staff bursting in to rescue her?

Why wasn't Dreich more concerned about keeping her quiet?

"No... NO! Somebody help me!"

 

[Erlind]

Eric chuckled a bit reveling in the idea that she didn’t know just how hopeless she was. “Nobody is coming, Claire. No one gives a shit about you.” His voice was calm, but his body was flooded with adrenaline and he could feel the blood pounding through his veins. His attack had seemed to break her spirit again, or at least it had shut her up. The screaming he didn’t mind, but he couldn’t stand her acting like she had any kind of control right now.

Eric stood before the battered clone again. His breath was audible and he stared down out her with an unwavering focus. He’d made it clear he could take whatever he wanted from her.

“Spread your legs,” he told her as if disappointed she hadn’t already done so. “Give up. Let me use you and toss you aside. It’ll be easier for you if you do.” It was a lie. He wanted to see how far he could take this now, whether she gave in or not. He just wanted to see how easily this Claire would give up. What she would willingly endure hoping to live another pathetic day.

 

[fuckmeat]

Claire just couldn't understand how he could be so confident that nobody would come but now was not the time to question his confidence. The total contempt in Eric's tone continued to corrode her spirit, making her even more demoralised. He stood over her and demanded that she spread her legs for him. It was disgusting.

"Never." She hissed, crossing her legs firmly and doing all she could to twist her body to his disadvantage.

It probably wasn't the wisest course but after being smashed into the mirror her head was spinning. Blood continued to run down her face, scaring Claire. He had beaten her, he didn't care that she was bleeding. Her chances of surviving this were falling.

Bastard.

 

[Erlind]

With each degrading snippet he issued he watched her shrink back a little. Still, every time he pushed forward or made a demand of her, that fiery defiance returned. As Eric expected, when he got down on top of her again she tried unsuccessfully to fight him off. Forcing her legs apart he could have taken her that very moment, but instead he issued another little bit of warped enlightenment.

“Every passing moment I can see hope drain away from you. When I tell you the only easier way, you still lash out against me. Maybe some part of you needs this abuse, you little whore. It’s the only thing I can think of.”

Eric smirked and slapped Claire across the face again, catching where the mirror had cut her. Her blood on his hand Eric grabbed her forearm and pinned it to the ground before slamming his cock into her. She’d barely gotten wet before and it hadn’t lasted, but this time Eric didn’t care at all. His bloody grip on her tightened and he fucked the clone as hard as he could. Leaning in, he savagely bit into her neck. Biting someone had never been a thought of his before, but now, as he forced himself on this image of his boss, it felt natural.