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The Setting
Quasi sci-fi, set maybe 50 years in the future, somewhen in the first century of the second millennium of mankind's pestilential existence on planet Earth. A time that would go down in history as the clone age; when huge advancements were made in DNA and stem cell technology. Possibilities and applications of this science were years ahead of the laws regarding the ethics of human genetic engineering and the medical/legal codes that would eventually govern its use.
For a short time, perhaps fifty years or so, human life became a commodity. Unborn children could be modified and enhanced. Athletes and the stupidly rich could have their DNA tweaked. Organs were grown, not donated.
Soon, people were grown; accelerated genesis in specially constructed 'hives' to produce fully formed adults within a matter of weeks.
The first cloned were female, to explore new techniques for fertility; 'adult' clones that could donate healthy ovaries and wombs, who could carry children as genetically perfect surrogates. The physical indicators that these were clones were therefore centred around fertility, including broad hips, full tits and high hormone levels that gave the clones voracious sexual appetites. Abuse of these sophisticated new labrats was inevitable, widely and salaciously documented but resulted in no criminal punishment for the perpetrators, except when expensive fertility procedures were derailed by these abuses. The media furore at this time compared the female clones to 'dolly' the first cloned sheep. The enhancements made to these fertility subjects ensured that the moniker 'dolly' stuck. It swiftly became a slang term for any cloned human, male or female.
Before long clones left the confines of medical research and became marketable products. At first they were physically identical and sold as workers and servants at but their engineered attractiveness meant that demand for bespoke cloned sex toys quickly ensured a supply. These clones, or dollys, could be uploaded with as much or as little sexual awareness as a buyer wished them to have. Virginal and criminally young looking clones would come gift wrapped either as innocents or as wanton sluts. Most buyers enjoyed training one into the other. Every sexual orientation and taste could be accommodated. Clones could be given masochistic or sadistic tendencies. Some preferred to condition such deviant sexual responses by force to clones unmodified in that area.
The human brain was tinkered with and developed to become more like a hard drive in format, allowing data to be easily uploaded, modified and erased. The brain's physiology and unconscious governance of bodily functions was downgraded to little more than an operating system. Clones that were not developed specifically for fertility research were sterile. Unlicensed breeding of clones was illegal. Clones cannot contract, carry or pass on infection. The biggest safeguard was the development of genetic bonding. Each clone was made loyal and obedient to a handler by assimilating their DNA. Nobody else could control the clone... well, almost nobody. Twins or close relatives with similar genetics often proved interchangeable. The clone had judgement protocols for taking initiative when their handler was absent or incapacitated. There were no safeguards from the handler's own moral corruption however. Clones were given basic codes of right and wrong but it quickly became apparent that a handler could warp these tenets over time.
Most clones were actually not clones in the true meaning of the word. They were non-identical, unique, an artwork with a designer. Any race or ethnic mix could be accommodated. Unnatural pigmentations could even be engineered, to a point, in skintone, eye colour, hair colour and so on. Each clone had ports for data upload, though it became fashionable for genuine people to wear fake ports as fashion accessories.
'Virginity' has a different meaning where clones are concerned. It can mean that the clone is a brand new and unused one. It can also refer to a clone that has been reconditioned. Reconditioned clones have had their memories erased and (if female) their hymen reconstructed. They are then resold at a lower price, making them available to the less affluent.
'Adult' is also a relative term in these times. No matter how physically developed they are, no clone grown in a hive in just a few weeks can be considered 'adult.' Without the upload of relevant knowledge, personality and so on, the clone is an animal, functioning on a very basic and instinctive level. Physically developed clones that remain animals are therefore referred to as 'stage 1' and those that have been uploaded with knowledge, language and personality are referred to as 'stage 2.'
The words 'person' and 'people' went out of vogue. Uncloned, organic human beings referred to themselves instead as 'citizens' since this was the one thing clones would never become. Society is polarised by the introduction of clones as products.
In Character
"Genesis Complete."
At the sound of the gestation unit's electronic voice, 'she' tentatively opened her eyes. A man stood over her prone form with a clipboard, inspecting every inch of her emaciated body while she flinched weakly in her restraints. This was stage one. The unit was a newborn, animalistic creature. Her skin was devoid of pigment, white as an albino. Her dark green eyes were liquid pools of uncomprehending terror... warring with curiosity. The quality controller examined her medical test results and finally announced himself satisfied.
"Approved." He told the computer. "Send it for processing."
Their drugs rendered her docile. She spent two weeks strapped to various exercise machines in a windowless room bathed in UV light, developing musclemass and skintone. If she deviated from the fitness programme, electric shocks administered through her restraints encouraged her to continue. This process allowed for more rigorous performance testing and medical analysis. Units were not interacted with at this stage. Sexes were segregated. Having completed the processing phase, unit 49725.380 was approved for stage 2.
"Primary Upload Complete."
Again the unit regained consciousness only to find itself under intense scrutiny. Language and knowledge had been pumped into its grey matter, an instant reasonably comprehensive education in various academic subjects, primary language - English in this case - along with information about the modern world and core lifeskills, such as currency, cooking, handwriting, massage and many more. What this upload lacked was programming for the unit's personality and sexual nature. Those traits would be decided after further tests had been carried out.
Day six at the personality assessment centre and Mila Ivanova was now very excited by what she saw. Through one-way glass she watched as Benjamin, a stunning 6ft 2 black man who loved his job far too much, put 49725.380 through its paces.
"What a scrawny little piece of shit." He snarled contemptuously, gripping the tiny redhead's slender wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head with one huge fist. "There's no meat on it... no tits or ass... this one must be for the paedos." His other hand explored its pale curves, leaving trails of red where his nails dug into its skin.
Benjamin was there to confirm what Mila had discovered by accident. This product was naturally masochistic. Any product could be programmed to respond in certain ways to certain stimuli but around one in two hundred and fifty units turned out to be naturally hardwired to enjoy pain. Frustratingly, Innovative Genetics had thus far failed to figure out what sections of genetic code were responsible for congenital masochism. They just had to identify these products during quality control, because they always went straight to the highest end of the retail market, selling for huge sums of money.
What Mila had found here however, wasn't a 1 in 250 gem of a product, it was rarer than that. It appeared to derive the most sexual pleasure from humiliation and degradation. Instead of being engineered and programmed for a life of servitude, it was a naturally occuring slave. Mila had ached to take it home herself for the weekend and see how it performed as property without any tinkering inside its skull. That would have been unprofessional however, unprecedented. Instead, Benjamin was assessing what it could take before it suffered a break down that marred its usefulness. Surely it would hate him by the end of this exercise? How would it perform as a slave to an owner it hated?
Bejamin's fist came down and struck it across the cheekbone.
"Are you fucking looking at me? You don't look at me unless I fucking tell you to. And as for standing..."
He punched it in the gut, doubling it up as it gasped and retched, falling to its knees.
"That's better."
49725.380 knelt there, shaking and sobbing in apparent terror as Benjamin proceeded to rape its throat, threaten to choke it to death, kick it around its cell and then piss on its face as it lay there winded. Still he wasn't done, spitting on its asshole and cramming his cock into it, thrusting savagely while it squealed before pulling out to blow his load on its perfect little asscheeks. It continued to lie motionless, too terrified to move a muscle and incur further wrath. Benjamin pushed two long, thick fingers into its cunt, sneering at her in his low, gravelly voice.
"Fucking soaked aren't you? You're enjoying this aren't you, you sick little bitch. The billboard waving campaigners out there call you things freaks of nature... abominations. You, you're not even that." His finger scissored insistently, his thumb grazing her clit. "Any other clone would be intelligent enough to hate me right now... despise me even. You though... you're dumb enough to..."
49725.380 wept as it climaxed, ejaculating hot juice onto Benjamin's hand. He jammed a third finger into her and held them all deep as she bucked and cried out, emitting a low, guttural cry that was pitiful enough to make his aching, sated cock twitch.
"To cum for me." He smiled triumphantly. Innovative Genetics was heaven on Earth after his last rape conviction. They sought out and hired sexual predators, keeping them secure while serving out parole.
"Well don't just lie there or they'll put you in a bodybag and make you mincemeat for the other clones to eat. Clean my fingers and my cock..." A vicious backhand to its face. "With your fucking mouth you stupid piece of shit!"
The look it gave him as he left was abject and there was longing in it too, after everything he'd done.
"Let that one keep its memories." Benjamin told Mila outside the cell. "It needs to know its not innocent... what it's done and what it's for. Then it will understand what it deserves."
Mila raised an eyebrow. Benjamin had never spoken so ardently about a product before. Thermal imaging had confirmed that it had been highly aroused throughout the abuse it had suffered. The way it had interacted with Benjamin suggested that it would be an obedient and even reverent slave, without having to re-programme its pretty little head. It was always a gamble leaving a product's personality organic but Benjamin's words had helped Mila to make her decision. 49725.380 bypassed personality manipulation completely and went straight to the alternative department of their flagship outlet. Clones could be made to believe they were spouses, servants, slaves, virgins, submissives, daughters or sons, anything was programmable. But to have a clone for sale that knew it was a clone, a product designed and built for sexual slavery, property with no legal rights, well that was a rare occurance, very rare indeed.
Mila just hoped it didn't come straight back from its buyer for re-programming or even recycling. Though if that happened, maybe then she could claim it for herself.
49725.380 was barely dressed in studded black PVC (as in character pic), its chain attached to a metal framed kingsized bed. The lighting illuminated it and whatever it was doing but did not allow it to see any prospective buyer that might be observing from outside its little display case. When it was not being demonstrated by one or more men or women, it could be caused pain by electrifying the bedframe and sending shocks down its chain and through its collar. This kept it obedient and while it didn't get aroused from random electric shocks, the uncomprehending fear, reproach and simmering indignation on its face were entertaining. Psychologically organic products were rare, so there was much interest and it was demonstrated quite a lot. Bruises and fingernail marks began to dot the flawless canvas of its alabaster skin. Its eyes became weary and threatened to lose their spark altogether. Occasionally it even displayed belligerence, with the recklessness of the condemned.
"Damn you to hell!"
Its body arched involuntarily as yet another shock went through it. It got up onto its bed, staring all around the glass walled showcase as though determined to identify where the source of its pain was, pathetic really. The insult was impressive however and the well dressed attendant controlling the shocks knew this. 49725.380 had been uploaded with information about society and religion but for that factual upload to give birth to that insult was nothing short of poetic. It was highly intelligent this one, a shame that it would probably be sold to an owner that was only concerned with its masochistic sexual nature. Of course, the successful purchaser could have any modifications made to the clone that he or she wished, including psychological re-programming.
Quasi sci-fi, set maybe 50 years in the future, somewhen in the first century of the second millennium of mankind's pestilential existence on planet Earth. A time that would go down in history as the clone age; when huge advancements were made in DNA and stem cell technology. Possibilities and applications of this science were years ahead of the laws regarding the ethics of human genetic engineering and the medical/legal codes that would eventually govern its use.
For a short time, perhaps fifty years or so, human life became a commodity. Unborn children could be modified and enhanced. Athletes and the stupidly rich could have their DNA tweaked. Organs were grown, not donated.
Soon, people were grown; accelerated genesis in specially constructed 'hives' to produce fully formed adults within a matter of weeks.
The first cloned were female, to explore new techniques for fertility; 'adult' clones that could donate healthy ovaries and wombs, who could carry children as genetically perfect surrogates. The physical indicators that these were clones were therefore centred around fertility, including broad hips, full tits and high hormone levels that gave the clones voracious sexual appetites. Abuse of these sophisticated new labrats was inevitable, widely and salaciously documented but resulted in no criminal punishment for the perpetrators, except when expensive fertility procedures were derailed by these abuses. The media furore at this time compared the female clones to 'dolly' the first cloned sheep. The enhancements made to these fertility subjects ensured that the moniker 'dolly' stuck. It swiftly became a slang term for any cloned human, male or female.
Before long clones left the confines of medical research and became marketable products. At first they were physically identical and sold as workers and servants at but their engineered attractiveness meant that demand for bespoke cloned sex toys quickly ensured a supply. These clones, or dollys, could be uploaded with as much or as little sexual awareness as a buyer wished them to have. Virginal and criminally young looking clones would come gift wrapped either as innocents or as wanton sluts. Most buyers enjoyed training one into the other. Every sexual orientation and taste could be accommodated. Clones could be given masochistic or sadistic tendencies. Some preferred to condition such deviant sexual responses by force to clones unmodified in that area.
The human brain was tinkered with and developed to become more like a hard drive in format, allowing data to be easily uploaded, modified and erased. The brain's physiology and unconscious governance of bodily functions was downgraded to little more than an operating system. Clones that were not developed specifically for fertility research were sterile. Unlicensed breeding of clones was illegal. Clones cannot contract, carry or pass on infection. The biggest safeguard was the development of genetic bonding. Each clone was made loyal and obedient to a handler by assimilating their DNA. Nobody else could control the clone... well, almost nobody. Twins or close relatives with similar genetics often proved interchangeable. The clone had judgement protocols for taking initiative when their handler was absent or incapacitated. There were no safeguards from the handler's own moral corruption however. Clones were given basic codes of right and wrong but it quickly became apparent that a handler could warp these tenets over time.
Most clones were actually not clones in the true meaning of the word. They were non-identical, unique, an artwork with a designer. Any race or ethnic mix could be accommodated. Unnatural pigmentations could even be engineered, to a point, in skintone, eye colour, hair colour and so on. Each clone had ports for data upload, though it became fashionable for genuine people to wear fake ports as fashion accessories.
'Virginity' has a different meaning where clones are concerned. It can mean that the clone is a brand new and unused one. It can also refer to a clone that has been reconditioned. Reconditioned clones have had their memories erased and (if female) their hymen reconstructed. They are then resold at a lower price, making them available to the less affluent.
'Adult' is also a relative term in these times. No matter how physically developed they are, no clone grown in a hive in just a few weeks can be considered 'adult.' Without the upload of relevant knowledge, personality and so on, the clone is an animal, functioning on a very basic and instinctive level. Physically developed clones that remain animals are therefore referred to as 'stage 1' and those that have been uploaded with knowledge, language and personality are referred to as 'stage 2.'
The words 'person' and 'people' went out of vogue. Uncloned, organic human beings referred to themselves instead as 'citizens' since this was the one thing clones would never become. Society is polarised by the introduction of clones as products.
In Character
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Unit 49725.380 Generation XVII
Stage 2
Property of Innovative Genetics
5ft tall, 32B tits, dark green eyes.
Unit 49725.380 Generation XVII
Stage 2
Property of Innovative Genetics
5ft tall, 32B tits, dark green eyes.
"Genesis Complete."
At the sound of the gestation unit's electronic voice, 'she' tentatively opened her eyes. A man stood over her prone form with a clipboard, inspecting every inch of her emaciated body while she flinched weakly in her restraints. This was stage one. The unit was a newborn, animalistic creature. Her skin was devoid of pigment, white as an albino. Her dark green eyes were liquid pools of uncomprehending terror... warring with curiosity. The quality controller examined her medical test results and finally announced himself satisfied.
"Approved." He told the computer. "Send it for processing."
Their drugs rendered her docile. She spent two weeks strapped to various exercise machines in a windowless room bathed in UV light, developing musclemass and skintone. If she deviated from the fitness programme, electric shocks administered through her restraints encouraged her to continue. This process allowed for more rigorous performance testing and medical analysis. Units were not interacted with at this stage. Sexes were segregated. Having completed the processing phase, unit 49725.380 was approved for stage 2.
xXx
"Primary Upload Complete."
Again the unit regained consciousness only to find itself under intense scrutiny. Language and knowledge had been pumped into its grey matter, an instant reasonably comprehensive education in various academic subjects, primary language - English in this case - along with information about the modern world and core lifeskills, such as currency, cooking, handwriting, massage and many more. What this upload lacked was programming for the unit's personality and sexual nature. Those traits would be decided after further tests had been carried out.
xXx
Day six at the personality assessment centre and Mila Ivanova was now very excited by what she saw. Through one-way glass she watched as Benjamin, a stunning 6ft 2 black man who loved his job far too much, put 49725.380 through its paces.
"What a scrawny little piece of shit." He snarled contemptuously, gripping the tiny redhead's slender wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head with one huge fist. "There's no meat on it... no tits or ass... this one must be for the paedos." His other hand explored its pale curves, leaving trails of red where his nails dug into its skin.
Benjamin was there to confirm what Mila had discovered by accident. This product was naturally masochistic. Any product could be programmed to respond in certain ways to certain stimuli but around one in two hundred and fifty units turned out to be naturally hardwired to enjoy pain. Frustratingly, Innovative Genetics had thus far failed to figure out what sections of genetic code were responsible for congenital masochism. They just had to identify these products during quality control, because they always went straight to the highest end of the retail market, selling for huge sums of money.
What Mila had found here however, wasn't a 1 in 250 gem of a product, it was rarer than that. It appeared to derive the most sexual pleasure from humiliation and degradation. Instead of being engineered and programmed for a life of servitude, it was a naturally occuring slave. Mila had ached to take it home herself for the weekend and see how it performed as property without any tinkering inside its skull. That would have been unprofessional however, unprecedented. Instead, Benjamin was assessing what it could take before it suffered a break down that marred its usefulness. Surely it would hate him by the end of this exercise? How would it perform as a slave to an owner it hated?
Bejamin's fist came down and struck it across the cheekbone.
"Are you fucking looking at me? You don't look at me unless I fucking tell you to. And as for standing..."
He punched it in the gut, doubling it up as it gasped and retched, falling to its knees.
"That's better."
49725.380 knelt there, shaking and sobbing in apparent terror as Benjamin proceeded to rape its throat, threaten to choke it to death, kick it around its cell and then piss on its face as it lay there winded. Still he wasn't done, spitting on its asshole and cramming his cock into it, thrusting savagely while it squealed before pulling out to blow his load on its perfect little asscheeks. It continued to lie motionless, too terrified to move a muscle and incur further wrath. Benjamin pushed two long, thick fingers into its cunt, sneering at her in his low, gravelly voice.
"Fucking soaked aren't you? You're enjoying this aren't you, you sick little bitch. The billboard waving campaigners out there call you things freaks of nature... abominations. You, you're not even that." His finger scissored insistently, his thumb grazing her clit. "Any other clone would be intelligent enough to hate me right now... despise me even. You though... you're dumb enough to..."
49725.380 wept as it climaxed, ejaculating hot juice onto Benjamin's hand. He jammed a third finger into her and held them all deep as she bucked and cried out, emitting a low, guttural cry that was pitiful enough to make his aching, sated cock twitch.
"To cum for me." He smiled triumphantly. Innovative Genetics was heaven on Earth after his last rape conviction. They sought out and hired sexual predators, keeping them secure while serving out parole.
"Well don't just lie there or they'll put you in a bodybag and make you mincemeat for the other clones to eat. Clean my fingers and my cock..." A vicious backhand to its face. "With your fucking mouth you stupid piece of shit!"
The look it gave him as he left was abject and there was longing in it too, after everything he'd done.
"Let that one keep its memories." Benjamin told Mila outside the cell. "It needs to know its not innocent... what it's done and what it's for. Then it will understand what it deserves."
Mila raised an eyebrow. Benjamin had never spoken so ardently about a product before. Thermal imaging had confirmed that it had been highly aroused throughout the abuse it had suffered. The way it had interacted with Benjamin suggested that it would be an obedient and even reverent slave, without having to re-programme its pretty little head. It was always a gamble leaving a product's personality organic but Benjamin's words had helped Mila to make her decision. 49725.380 bypassed personality manipulation completely and went straight to the alternative department of their flagship outlet. Clones could be made to believe they were spouses, servants, slaves, virgins, submissives, daughters or sons, anything was programmable. But to have a clone for sale that knew it was a clone, a product designed and built for sexual slavery, property with no legal rights, well that was a rare occurance, very rare indeed.
Mila just hoped it didn't come straight back from its buyer for re-programming or even recycling. Though if that happened, maybe then she could claim it for herself.
xXx
49725.380 was barely dressed in studded black PVC (as in character pic), its chain attached to a metal framed kingsized bed. The lighting illuminated it and whatever it was doing but did not allow it to see any prospective buyer that might be observing from outside its little display case. When it was not being demonstrated by one or more men or women, it could be caused pain by electrifying the bedframe and sending shocks down its chain and through its collar. This kept it obedient and while it didn't get aroused from random electric shocks, the uncomprehending fear, reproach and simmering indignation on its face were entertaining. Psychologically organic products were rare, so there was much interest and it was demonstrated quite a lot. Bruises and fingernail marks began to dot the flawless canvas of its alabaster skin. Its eyes became weary and threatened to lose their spark altogether. Occasionally it even displayed belligerence, with the recklessness of the condemned.
"Damn you to hell!"
Its body arched involuntarily as yet another shock went through it. It got up onto its bed, staring all around the glass walled showcase as though determined to identify where the source of its pain was, pathetic really. The insult was impressive however and the well dressed attendant controlling the shocks knew this. 49725.380 had been uploaded with information about society and religion but for that factual upload to give birth to that insult was nothing short of poetic. It was highly intelligent this one, a shame that it would probably be sold to an owner that was only concerned with its masochistic sexual nature. Of course, the successful purchaser could have any modifications made to the clone that he or she wished, including psychological re-programming.
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