Cloned Doll: Diaspora

By Mikka Blane

The people I'm with here, they don't treat me well. It wouldn't be a problem if I was in my own body and felt like my own self. It's strange...I don't know if it is me that changed, or this body that changed me.

Oh yeah, and they took my voice.

So, when I'm volunteered to distract the weird device, to let them pull a lever so we can escape yet another room...I can't argue, well, enough to get out of doing it.

Worse, I can't tell them my thoughts and ideas. I don't think we're getting out of here, ever. And why the heck did they give me a girl's body? It's not just that, it's that they gave me one with no strength, no muscles. It's just not fair.

Can I still be me with a different body? With this body of curves? I just don't know.

Great, another room, when will this end? This has to be a dream.

(Warning: This book contains adult sexually explicit, and fetish content.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mikka Blane
• Release date: Dec 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311756787

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Chapter 1: Wet Dream

As you can see, they are waking up now.

Huh? Who was that? I was still so tired, I hadn't slept long enough yet, I was still sleepy. Something tickled my shoulder and I reached up to get it by reflex. I bumped my hand into a pillow or part of the mattress and jumped back, my eyes still wouldn't focus. It tickled me again so I reached slightly wider around myself. I finally got to my shoulder and pushed the feather or whatever it was off of my skin. It had better have not been a bug. Damned it! My shoulder was bare but I thought I fell asleep wearing a shirt and boxers. I blinked my eyes again, to try to get them to focus clearly. Where the fuck was I?

Tens of beautiful women stood around me, this had to be a trick. I looked again, but they all were still just standing there. I could see they all looked the same, even if I was looking at mostly just their backs and identical rears. They each had beautiful almond shaped eyes with blonde wavy heads of hair; tanned skin; perfect asses and beautiful shapely legs and thighs. The perfect space between their legs showed just the hint of puffy, softness along their perfect flat undersides through that gap between their thighs. There were too many lookalikes to be merely a case of seeing twins or triplets, or...whatever ten identical people would be called.

I shook my head and felt the tickling again across both shoulders. My hand was still up there and I could feel it. There were strands of soft and delicate feather like hair along my shoulders. What the?

I heard someone coughing out there among the silent women, no one moved, they all just stood there perfectly still. Oh I saw her, she looked like them too, but then I noticed that there were small differences. The coughing woman had a pink lace looking collar around her neck that almost looked painted on, like a tattoo. She touched it and I felt my own neck in tandem. How odd, I felt soft and oddly well shaved, I felt no small catches from my hairs as I rubbed my hand along my apparent silky soft skin.

She also looked around, awake, looking as shocked as I felt. Her chest was perfectly round, but smaller than most of the robotic ones standing around. Her nose was a little wider, but not much, it was still a small perfect nose. She was looking me up and down now, her eyes were green. The few others I could see around me had icy blue irises behind those long thick lashes. I tried to move but still felt like I was locked in sleep. Was this a dream I'd awake sticky from? I was still caressing my neck, it was just so soft and I was getting chills from just the sensation of my own skin. Her own hands went to her chest and she looked down in shock, oddly, like she wasn't expecting her own chest to be there. How weird of her. How weird of a dream.

I don't think I was laying down, which was strange if I was suppose to be sleeping or just waking up. Dreams weren't usually that jarring. Or usually so weird, especially since it was my dream and I knew that I usually slept on my back.

I think I wasn't quite standing, she however, was standing. She was in some sort of white upright table with curved sides that wrapped up to her sides. It was almost like a pod but it was a chair.

It looked like it could have had a closed front like a windshield, like on a motorcycle. I doubt it closed all the way, maybe it was a tanning booth. She certainly was tanned, she rubbed and separated those gorgeous orbs on her chest. Damned she was hot. She was touching herself like it was new and I felt a flush run through me. I felt a rush of sensitivity flow towards my own genitals, then oddly sweaty or maybe that was precum from this weird dream already? The cupped table she was in stood up straighter and she was forced to take a step out of it or fall over.

My eyes were barely open, my mind still not functioning except to take in the tantalizing sights of femininity before me. Tens more women stood up and I couldn't see the one with the weird neck tattoo anymore. Luckily each of the many women between us was built as perfectly as her. Their stomachs flat except for a perfect amount of curve at their hips, those perfect hips and perfectly tightly pinched waists. Big round tits and perfectly pointed chins with dumb looks on their faces above full lips and small noses and perfectly cute little ears and those huge almond shaped eyes. From the profile one of these beauties had lips puckered out so far she almost looked like she was going to fall forward from the weight of those luscious lips. Those lips would look so good wrapped around my cock, why didn't they make women like that in real life?

Right because as soon as they showed that face outside they'd be jumped on. Anyhow, was this going to stay the kind of dream where I could only watch in passing the teasing, eye candy, or was it going to turn into something more physical soon? I already felt the pre dripping down my thigh. Gross at another time, but right now I was too busy wanting and...still feeling my neck. I shook my head again and felt the tickles more strongly. I pushed them away and found them attached to my own head. Hair, long hair, hair I could pull up to my face and smell the delicate freshness as if from perfumes blowing on spring night winds.

A gently tug and I confirmed that they were from my own head. I turned to either side and saw the white plastic surrounding me too, like that lady. So I looked down to see what I was standing on, to see that my view of the ground was blocked.

Gently tanned skin stretched smoothly over pillow soft femininity greeting my downwards view. Orbs that were whiter at the edges of the tremendous curves and around the pink flushed skin that formed up into a pink and perky point. I felt the cold of my breath drift across their plump shiny skin and I felt my chest twitch. Those feelings started from nerves that felt raw out there, so far from me, from those eye-drawing, reddening nubs rising from these mounds.

I swallowed in a mix of fear and confusion, I hadn't ever had a dream quite like this. What was this? I saw them rise and fall with my breathing. Crap. What the hell? I looked down between them, between the orbs of luscious curves and flushed nipples, barely seeing the white floor below me, when a voice made me look up. It was that voice from before, it sounded different, like it was foreign and metallic.

Stand up at attention, he ordered.

My mind stopped as the women around me stood straight and tall, their breasts all bouncing in time and settling to stillness—also in time with each other.

Another voice rang out as if from the ceiling also, Interesting assortment. This voice wasn't as metallic, but still sounded like they had a foreign accent of some kind.

Fuck yeah, I agreed with them, these women were perfect.

The first voice answered, As you can see, we start with one base model and allow for minor differences based upon need.

I like the models with the darker nipples.

Mmmm, me too. There was girl here who's tits had jiggled extra nicely and her dark areolae were still tantalizing me. Their darker form still moved hypnotically up and down, as they had yet to come to a slow jiggling stop. I shifted as my genitals felt engorged and I could feel myself dripping more. I looked down again and was reminded that I think I had tits!

I couldn't see well down past them, I was also still stuck in bed. I stretched, trying to stand up and I felt myself sliding, as if my legs were slipping against one another. It was an odd sensation.

Had wet myself? Or had I come already? I twisted to look around the mountains on my chest and hit my head on the side of the tube I was half standing in. My pained gasp sounded raspy and broken, too high pitched and delicate for mine own.

Ah, another aware, awakes.

Aware? A second foreign male voice rang out.

Yes, you can tell by the faint collar like print we etch around their necks like pink lace.

The side of my head now hurt and I rubbed it through the delicate soft hair. Ouch that really fucking hurt. I didn't feel blood but it felt as if I could have drawn some. Long hair and boobs? This could be an interesting dream. I looked up to find the voices.

Above this room there looked like a windowed walkway that spanned across it's length and I think I could make out two forms behind the tinted glass. I was a little groggy still from being in this dream and I still only felt half awake. I didn't like it whenever I had this kind of dream. This type of awareness always led to weird situations where you couldn't look behind you or move much in the dream. I always felt trapped, like I could only see the world through a mist or haze. I was glad it was clearing up, at least a little, I was hoping it would go the whole way away soon.

The second voice said, Interesting.

Can you point out the two? said the more metallic, first voice.

Hrm, so that's one over there... The form behind the window pointed behind the line of naked women in front of me. I peered around their lithe bodies and distracting curves and saw that the pink collared woman I'd seen before was looking up. She was looking worried up at them too, so, they were looking at her? She covering her muff from view with one hand, she was using the other to hold herself up using the tube behind her. I guess she was a little wobbly still too.

Her chest wasn't hidden and it was beautifully sticking straight out. Even if it was smaller than the majority of ladies around, it was perkier.

For the most part the women were all the same, sure, a few among them were different, but mostly in only slight ways. One of the women did have a chest big enough to break backs and one had a chest that was just too saggy for my tastes. But the rest of them were the same.

The collared girl was finding her strength fast. Faster than I, I guess, but slower than the other women that still stood at attention—without moving or even fidgeting. They were standing still, naked, and without showing any embarrassment, even being clearly on display for the men above.

Something vibrated behind me, it tickled me and my insides moved sideways. Before I could figure out what that was and why it was so very nice, it started pushing at me. Time for me to stand up then huh? I grabbed hold of the rim of the tube and took a tentative step on legs I couldn't quite see and feet I definitely couldn't, not with these mounds on my chest and my blurry eyes.

I rubbed the conical bumps with one hand. They were like jelly, definitely breasts and definitely real. My knees buckled as I rode that too-good feeling that floated downwards through my body, it twisted and sank through my chest and stomach. My bladder didn't feel full, but I think I had to pee, I felt another drip escape my cock. It had to be pre. I had to be hard as a rock, I felt as sensitive down there as ever my tip had been. This was going to be a good dream one way or another. The tube behind me gave another shudder and I was almost thrown out of it this time.

It was now standing straight up so even if I didn't want to, I had to remove my hand from my shiny tight skin—even if it felt so soft and nice and my soft skin on my palms felt simply right there. Oh well, I had to hold onto the tube again with both of them or fall on my face.

The woman with the tattooed neck was coming this way. She fell into one of the standing women, accidentally grabbing the other woman's chest to keep from falling. She backed off, surprised, and fell into another. Those other women still stood there, not reacting and not moving, like...

Robots? the second voice asked.

Oh hell no. Our customers don't want the stigma of that—they don't want to be persons who fornicate with robotic units. These units are legally organic. You don't get complains here that they have no feelings, to pleasure, or to hurt.

But, the others, they just stand there?

Like I said earlier, most are just the standard servant units. Units that are there to serve and only need to know a few really basic things. Some we make special, and are aware of themselves and their surroundings.

That woman stood back up, letting go of her handholds of cuddly looking flesh.

How? asked the second voice.

The metallic voice said, We take imprints of minds.

Oh. I see Human kind down there? But what about Lalen or S'zenten or Larvect?

The woman then stopped and stared upwards at them while they talked, as if she knew some of what nonsense they were saying in this dream.

We can grab all types of minds, we can put them in all types of bodies, as long as it's legal. So far, Larvect, is not. This batch's bodies are made from a Human template, it doesn't mean the minds within are human though, of course.

The second guy chuckled, Mmmm, the habits of a Lalen in a Human female's body would be, interesting.

Mhmm, the metallic voice agreed.

Language barriers though? the second voice asked.

None, we tinker, not just with their bodies but with their minds too. The servant class especially, but the aware a little also. We don't want to provide a sub-par product now do we?

So they can understand us?

Yes, the first voice said.

And talk back?

The metallic voice answered, Only the aware are capable of real communication. Do you know how many in this batch down there are aware?

I see two now with the pink neckbands.

And that is exactly how you can tell. They need special handling so are marked.

The second voice asked, Special handling?

Being aware, they can do different things for you than the unaware can, but they are more delicate. Mentally. Physically it depends upon your order.

How delicate?

I heard a smug laugh from voice one, We cater to all kinds of needs and beings.

That woman got to me and grabbed my hand with her small hand. Her hand was so soft and feminine, her fingers so small and her hand tiny, but as soon as I saw hers in mine, I saw they matched. Finger to finger we matched, each small finger aligned perfectly between each other, each delicate nail mirroring the others. Her tenderly padded fingertips feeling in mine like cool marshmallows. A tender arc of electricity passed between us as I felt sudden attraction to her and her soft sugary scent. Her body was the same in general as the other women, even if she was trimmer and more fit, but she was also at least a cup size smaller than them.

You have a collar thing, so you can talk? Wow, you're stacked...like them too. She was staring at my chest as I stared at hers. She looked up embarrassed, Sorry, are you okay?

I nodded and said, or tried to say, yes. It came out raspy and with only breath no actual word like sounds.

Weird dream, so now would we have sex while they watched or something. I could feel my member pulse with need.

She asked, You can't talk?

I tried again and only heard myself sounding hoarse, I could force the air up through my throat and out of my mouth but not tune it, I couldn't make it into anything intelligible. I could cough, breath out into a wisp of a noise, but not make a constant to save my life now.

The second voice from above asked, I thought you said they could communicate.

Did I? I know I said they can understand, I also said that we tinker with their bodies and minds. This is one of the many adaptions I'll show you. Sometimes customers don't want their purchase talking back, as long as they can understand complex orders.

She shook her head and said to me, Fuckers. Nod up and down for yes, across horizontally for no, okay? Maybe you can learn sign language if they won't let you have functional vocal cords. Dip shits. She touched the sides of my throat with her soft hands, it shot shivers down my shoulders and my spine arched of it's own doing. Embarrassingly showing off my bigger lady chest and making me feel like I was on display. A gorgeous display.

I shook my head sideways and down, trying to convey, sorry, with my motions and eyes—sorry for showing that, emotion or whatever with the arching thing. She had taken her hands off my throat and was looking apologetic herself. Her eyes glanced down at my nipples, each looking as red as a cherry and hard as a pencil eraser now. She was definitely a lesbian. So when would this dream turn to sex? I really hoped to pound her hard, maybe have some of the other copies of women around here act like a bed for us, maybe I could finger a few of the pink holes on display around me at the same time.

Fuck, what a body to template, huh? She touched my head again, turning my face to the side, sending funny feelings down my spine. I tried to shake her off me, before I did anything else stupid, and failed. I felt a little like a piece of helpless meat in this hot woman's grasp. It was just so wrong, on so many levels—she had skinny arms with no definition! How was she stronger than I?

Then she let me go. I was looking away from her, embarrassed, or something. I slowly turned back to face her.

This sucks, I'm surrounded by copies of a gorgeous fucking body and I can't do what comes natural. I can't believe they can make me look like this. How is that even possible? I'm wondering what you looked like before, huh? She shook that thought away as if it was too lecherous for my dream. Then she assured, Don't you worry, I'll get us out of here, somehow. We'll find a way, and I'll fuck these mother fuckers up.

Above us I heard the second male voice ask, They are scans. All of them?

Yes, all of them are scans. The real copy is back doing whatever it was doing when we scanned it, or perhaps it's dead, I don't know. It all depends upon how long ago we scanned them. We don't keep track after the scan, there isn't much point. The original went on living without even knowing what took place. They get to live out their life in whatever gender and birthright they were born into.

The second voice asked like a kid, Do you have anyone famous here?

What do you mean?

Well if you can scan someone and store them for later, did you scan anyone I might know from history or that's famous?

The first voice tsked, Unluckily we've only been in serious production for about ten years even if our business has been around for a century. So we haven't had much scanning time, and we can only legally scan and use someone from one of the primitive cultures, anyone we might know or that is famous would be more illicit.

So maybe we could talk later?

I'm not saying anything more right now about it, those are legalities we don't really need to get involved in. Let's talk about what you currently see before you. Let's talk customization?

The second voice said, Oh...interesting.

Right. Let's see. Ah, we have specific plans for the aware with the sporty body type that you see there, so let's play with another.

The woman turned back to me, So which 'primitive' culture are you from? Oh right, the mute thing. Um, are you human?

I nodded, confused, why would I not be human? Oh, right, they did say there were other species they could...scan? Did that mean that I could be different than human in this dream?

Neat, me too, she said, flashing a dazzling smile that made me smile right back. She then said, What a pretty smile you have.

I tried to remember the other species names and failed, her hand was stroking my hip inwards and it felt like I could feel every bump of her fingerprints across my skin. I heard a moan and it sounded so feminine. I looked around to see which woman was being pleasured and why I wasn't doing it. I couldn’t see who it was.

The woman touching me was looking at me with wide hungry eyes, but her eyes weren't glazed with pleasure and the women behind her were unmoving still. I felt her grip my thigh and I gasped harshly.

Oh sorry honey, I got carried away there.

I managed to open my mouth and express with an outtake of air, closely mimicking the breathy noise. Huh? I wasn't thinking. Ditzyness had taken over my usual thinking brain?

The man's voice called out, "Number seventeen, number twenty, please secure number sixteen. Fifteen and four, please secure number fourteen.

Four arms grabbed the woman touching me and pulled her backwards. Numbers were tattooed on two of the arms pulling her away, each of the insides of their forearms had a number, one was labeled as number seventeen and the other was number twenty. They weren't perfect numbers either, I knew the words weren't English, I just knew they didn't flow together the right way. They were more symbols than words. I called out for her in a helpless rasp. She thrashed at them and yelled out, Get off of me you hussies! They didn't seem to even notice her blows and they had her so tight I could see red rings of pressure around her wrists.

Two cloned women turned towards me and stepped between us, blocking my view of her retreating form. One had the number fifteen and the other had the number four stamped into the skin on her forearm, I looked down to my own inner left arm and saw the number fourteen tattooed right above my wrist along the tendons. Each woman grabbed me by the upper arms and pulled me fully upright. At least now I didn't have to hold onto the tube to keep myself from falling over with these skinny legs.

My arm fell oddly down my body, something wasn't quite right. They fell straight down my body at the top, which was wrong. I didn't have the thick upper arm that I knew I had to keep them propped away from my body? These were thinner and skimmed close down my body, except for halfway down where I didn't feel them again until they skimmed my hips again. I looked down between my cleavage and saw my feet. Oh, they were small and dainty like the women around me. Wait a second. Did I look just like them? Because I didn't see little Johnny poking out from between my legs. Sure there was a new curve down there about where my stomach was, that poked ever so cutely outwards that might be hiding my Johnson, but...it was just a gentle curve, not really enough to hide my girth. I couldn't even see my hairs down there, huh, shaved in this dream huh? Okay, I didn't care about that, supposedly it would make me seem bigger anyhow. They squeezed and pulled me forward I tried to push back, just to resist for resistance point. I winced and almost fell to the ground in pain, yellow streaks of light flashed across my blackening vision.

Easy, easy, the male voice in charge said.

My vision came back and I could again calm my ragged breathing, pull back in my raging emotions and stop that squealing or whatever the hell was coming out of my dream mouth. I fixed my awkward foot so I could at least look like I could stand on my own, as it had hung sideways along the ground as they pulled me. Holy fuck, what did I eat before I went to sleep tonight? Shit, the woman holding my right arm had claws, almost like her nails were shaped into claw form!

The other lady had stopped struggling and was waiting in the other two's grasp when I was pulled forward. She said, These bitches are hella strong! Aren't they!

I nodded, I hadn't struggled since their inhuman strength had seemed to make me black out. How hard had they held me?

The metallic voice said, Gently with fourteen, please. I'm not sure about this now....this might not be a good experience for her, maybe we should try this on a non-aware.

Why?

Well it normally hurts, but she's already been given a sensitizing agent and she apparently was already wired that way in life, because it took well. Which is good for someone who's into that but I'm not sure for someone with your particular... interests, sir.

Which means? the second one asked.

Her skin is highly sensitive.

So useless to me?

Metallic voice answered, Perhaps. Definitely she wont be able to take the pain you like to cause.

Hrm, or maybe I won't have to work so hard?

If you like, perhaps that might work, there are some clients I will refuse to sell her model too, it would be intolerably cruel. The government and certain agencies and 'clubs' would be certain to intervene. Hrm, where was I? Ah yes, alteration. We'll do it anyhow, why not right? Oh I have an idea! Let me show you a double. I don't want to alter that other model, but there's another next door we can bring in.

Second voice said, certainly leering, Great. Thank you.

Of course, we do like to please our paying customers.

Paying? Interesting, was I now dreaming I was a whore? What a messed up psyche I had tonight. When had I last gotten laid? A few weeks ago? The girlfriend was on the rag this week, so probably.

I heard something make a swish noise, I turned in my captor's grasp and saw a white door in the wall shut with another swish noise. I was still being held and was now turned to face the figures above us. It's not like I could see more than shapes anyhow. There were two or was that three shadows? There had certainly only been two voices up there.

The women were all standing and facing this way, only me and the one other woman were instinctively holding a hand over our privates. The others were like robots and exhibited no shame. No they had said they weren't robots, was that just for my benefit, so I didn't think I was fucking a robot? Did it matter to me in a dream?

Two more women with the same face and perfect hourglass bodies walked over, holding another exactly similar woman between them by the upper arms too. The two holding her didn't have the pink collar around their necks like the middle one did.

Her eyes flashed with hatred at those holding her and above. Let us go! Her number was seventeen, but another woman here was seventeen. The seventeen that was already here was standing at attention and didn't seem to notice the world around her, with her perfectly toned little ass. Oh shit there was another tattoo right on her ass, well just below it, on her left side also, at the intersection where her cheek curved inwards was written J34A like a brand. The new lady, annoyingly, didn't show me her ass so I could see if it had a different brand. If it wasn't different they would be exactly and completely the same.

There was sudden and ominous quiet from above us as we three were held and covering as best we could what was between our legs.

The woman I knew said to the new one, Hey, you okay?

I tried not to lick my lips watching that beautiful mouth move, with her lush and wide mouth.

Sure, you two? the other woman asked. She had the same almond slanted eyes and beautiful mouth. Her hair was white blonde too and fell down past her shoulders. At least she wasn't being tickled by hers. Oh wait, I hadn't been tickled by my hair in how long. I tried to grab it to see if it was better somehow now, but I couldn't do more than bend my elbows and whack myself in the tit. Right, they had me tight. Even my sudden, random movement just then, hadn't made them shift or change stance. I twisted my head around to see behind me, and sure enough my hair was farther down off my shoulder.

The first woman I'd met said, As well as can be expected I suppose, being abducted by aliens or whatever the fuck these things are, I guess.

Sure, nodded the