Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Tears filled Anna’s eyes. Fig flinched. He didn’t expect her to be overly thrilled after finding out that he’d had her remade into a clone, but he’d never wanted to cause her pain.
“You hate me. I’m so sorry. I just hoped you’d take it well since you were so accepting of me.”
“I’m a clone? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Yes. You have a cloned body. Your memories were transferred into it. I know some humans debate about having one of those soul things, but you didn’t seem to feel any different until I told you what had been done. You’re still you, Anna. If souls exist, you have kept yours. It’s just that you’ve got a new and improved body to house it inside. Please try to remain calm as that information sinks in. Don’t panic.”
She wiggled her arm, and he eased his hold on the blankets. She stopped moving. “Am I still old?”
“You said thirty was your best year. I asked the company to lock you in at that age.” He studied her beautiful face. “You appear a few years younger than that, though, but as a clone, they probably didn’t want you to have any beginning wrinkles since some humans start to form those around that age.”
More tears flooded her eyes, and they slipped down her cheeks.
“You’re beautiful, Anna. Your hair is still almost white. I had imagined it may have been darker in color in your youth. I was wrong.”
Her gaze locked with his. “Is this a joke? Are you playing a prank? I know you young people love to do that to each other.”
“No. I am being completely honest. You’re now a clone.”
She held completely still.
“Say something, Anna.”
“I’m afraid to look at any part of me.”
“It’s okay. Just take it as slow as you need. I know this has come as a deep shock for you.”
She slid one arm out from under the covers and stared at her hand. Anna turned it over. “Oh my lordy.” She jerked the other one out from under the cover and wiped at the tears that started to stream down her face, staring at both of her exposed limbs.
“Take it easy,” he urged, worried about her reactions.
She startled him when she sat up suddenly and threw the covers off her upper body. Anna grabbed her breasts, peering down at them. Fig gaped a little over watching her squeeze them through the thin material.
Anna eased her hold on them and slid her hands over her stomach. “Is there a mirror?”
He stood and walked over to the entertainment screen wall. It only took a few seconds to turn it on and program the entire surface to be reflective. “Here.”
Anna wiggled and kicked the covers off her legs. Her gaze locked on her thighs, and she touched them, too, as she got out of bed. The standard clone factory outfit consisting of a half-shirt and boy shorts didn’t hide much of her skin.
“Anna? Are you okay?”
She lifted her chin and stared at him. “Are you kidding?”
He winced at her sharp tone.
She got off the bed and stepped around him. Fig turned his head to watch her take in the sight of herself as a clone. Anna pressed close to the glass and ran her hands all over her face. More tears spilled down her cheeks, but she didn’t seem bothered by that anymore; she just let them flow.
“Oh my lordy,” she whispered.
“Try to remain calm.” Fig realized that he should have kept a sedative inside his bedroom in case she panicked or took the news badly. It wasn’t a good sign that she kept repeating herself.
“I’m anything but calm. Oh. My. Lordy.” She grabbed the lower edges of the half-shirt and tore it upward, just tossing it aside.
Fig’s jaw dropped open as he stared at her bared breasts. She cupped them with both hands again and spun to face him, but her attention remained on the mirror. Anna seemed fixated with her backside in the form-fitting white booty shorts.
He was more interested in her front. Anna had small breasts, but they were perfect-looking on her dainty frame. The light pink tips were fascinating. His dick hardened, and he closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts he was having about wanting to touch them too.
“Fig!”
He opened his eyes to find that Anna had moved right in front of him. She was still not tall enough to reach the top of his shoulder. “I thought I was doing the right thing by trying to save you the only way I knew how. I’m so sorry that I’ve upset you.”
She lunged, and he tensed when her hands gripped the front of his shirt. He expected Anna to start beating on him or screaming. Maybe both. He wouldn’t stop her. She couldn’t cause much damage if she attacked him, and he figured he deserved a little pain for making such a monumental decision without her permission first.
“I look hot!” She grinned.
He noticed that her eyes sparkled, and the sight of her sheer joy had him stumbling back. It broke her hold on his shirt with her hands. He hit the wall. “What?”
“I could kiss you.” She laughed. “Do you know what? I’m not some old lady anymore. I am going to kiss you.” She closed the distance he’d put between them to grab his shirt again with both of her fists. “Get those lips down here.”
He was too stunned to move.
“You’re tall, Fig. Unless you actually want me to climb you like a tree, bend down a little.”
“Don’t you hate me?”
“Hate you?” Her features softened. “If I understand this right, I died, and you went to a hell of a lot of trouble to make me into a clone so I could live again. You also remembered what I said about loving being thirty. You stole me from a ship carrying me from the clone factory after I’d been made, right?”
He nodded. “Yes, from an automated supply transport. I had to attack and disable it. I couldn’t allow you to be taken to Clone World. They would have kept you prisoner there, and you’d be considered property. Your future would have been miserable. I would never allow that to happen.”
“I bet that was dangerous. You went to so much trouble, and you did it for me. You really are the nicest, most wonderful man I’ve ever met. Did it take long to have this done to me?”
“Three months.”
“Did you find a girl in the time while I was being remade in a clone body?”
“No.”
She smiled. “Guess what? I’m a girl. I’m a hot girl again, and I’m young.” She openly admired his chest and arms. “Remember what I said about if I were at least fifty years younger?”
“Yes.”
“I am.” Anna opened her fingers to release his shirt and trailed them higher until she pressed her breasts flush against him and held onto his shoulders. “Do you want to kiss me? I want you to.”
Fig was having a hard time wrapping his mind around her reactions. He had not expected what was happening. “You’re still in shock. I don’t want you to regret this later and hate me. You might think I took advantage of you in a vulnerable state since this is a lot to take in.”
“You are so damn sweet.” More tears filled her eyes. “And so caring. Look at you. I should feel ashamed of myself since, inside, I’m an old letch for the thoughts I’m having, but I just stared in that mirror. I have a young, hot body.” Her gaze lowered down him, and she suddenly frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you get more fit? You weren’t in this good of shape when I met you.”
He remembered his disguise. “I wore padding under my clothing while on the station to appear a bit overweight and not muscular. It helped me blend in with the humans.”
“Take off your shirt.”
Fig was stunned once more. He just gaped at her.
Anna reached for his waist, gripped the bottom of his shirt, and started to push it upward. He only hesitated for a second before helping her remove it. A wide smile curved her lips as she took in every inch of his revealed skin.
“You are ripped,” she breathed.
He glanced down at his bare chest. “I’m not injured.”
“Ripped. Muscled. Hot. I want to lick and touch you all over.”
Fig’s dick hardened even more. “Anna, you’re still in shock. Maybe―”
“Stop thinking too much.” Anna suddenly pressed tight against his front, reached up, and held onto his shoulders again. “Life is for the living, and I’m alive. So are you. Please kiss me.”
Fig didn’t need to be told again. He wrapped his arms gently around Anna. Her shortness was a problem. He lifted her, walking with her in his arms, and sat on the bed. She moved between his thighs he’d spread, and suddenly, her lips were on his.
They were so soft. He groaned as Anna’s tongue lightly traced the seam of his lips. He opened his mouth to her. It wasn’t the first time he’d been kissed, but it had been years since he’d experimented with being sexual.
A female clone had kissed him once to see what it would be like. The experiment had been interesting but mostly uncomfortable. They had just pressed their lips together. There was no comparison to the past as he and Anna tangled tongues.
The sexy female had his heart pounding, his cock so hard it ached, and her taste was something he could easily become addicted to. Everything about what they did together turned him on and was exciting. His dick hardened more and throbbed in his pants.
Anna finally broke the kiss first, breathing fast. Her beautiful green eyes held his when he opened his own to stare at her in wonder. Her lips curved into a smile. She was so beautiful to him.
“Is that a yes, handsome? Do you want me?”
“Yes. I’ve never had intercourse before,” he admitted. “I want to experience that with you.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you being honest right now? You’re saying that you’re a virgin?”
He nodded. “I worked in the financial department on Clone World. They separated us from other clones because of our high clearance level. There were only seven of us. Four of those were the only female clones we were permitted to interact with during our work shifts. One of them asked me to kiss her to see what it would feel like.”
“That’s it? Just a kiss?”
He nodded. “It was inside the break room. Anyone could have walked in at any time. We’d have been severely punished if any of the humans had caught us. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before we ended the experiment. The only other clones I had interactions with were the males I slept with.”
That had her eyebrows arching. “You slept with men? As in, had sex with them?”
“No!” He shook his head. “Freak, Fiscal, and I were assigned to sleep in the security dorm. All those males also had high-security clearances.”
Anna licked her lips. “Freak and Fiscal? Are those nicknames?”
“My official name is Figures. Everyone working in the finance department was given names that started with an F by our human supervisors related to our duties. Fiscal was in charge of paying all the fines and fees associated with Earth. Free could calculate numbers faster than a computer, so the humans unfortunately called him a Freak. They made that his official name. We changed it after escaping Clone World.”
“So, three of you escaped? Where are the other two?” Her gaze darted to the open door leading into the corridor, and she pressed tighter against him. “Shit! Are they on this ship with us? I thought we were alone, or I wouldn’t have removed my shirt.”
“We are alone. It’s just the two of us on my shuttle, Anna. Six of us escaped Clone World together. Fiscal didn’t come with us. We couldn’t trust him not to alert the humans of our plans. That would have meant all of us being immediately executed. That is the punishment for even attempting to leave Clone World.”
“That’s terrible!”
“Yes. Three males currently live on their own shuttles, and two of them are living full-time at an abandoned mining station we consider our home base.”
“Why would this Fiscal tell the humans you wanted to escape? Didn’t he want to get away from Clone World too?”
“He was too new.” It was complicated to explain, but Fig decided to try. He was a bit distracted by Anna’s breasts pressed against his skin. He liked that she stayed so close to him with his arms loosely around her waist. “We wake up programmed with the skills we’ll need to do what jobs we were created for. In my case, I was an expert with mathematics, legal documents, and contracts associated with business dealings for Clone World, and I had advanced skills in everything from billing to budgeting and computers. We’re taught to serve our owners and obey all their orders. Do you understand so far?”
Anna nodded.
“They brainwash us into believing the ultimate goal to achieve for every clone is to become the perfect slave. To even have thoughts of defying our purpose in any way is the worst crime one of us can commit besides the murder of a human. They teach us to turn ourselves in immediately to a human supervisor because we’re too flawed to exist if we deviate from our programming.”
“That’s…” Tears filled her eyes. “I’m so damn sorry they did that to you, Fig. I don’t know that much about clones. None live on Earth, so I never got to meet one until you.”
“We’re aware that Earth doesn’t allow any clones to live on that planet. It’s perfectly understandable that you have so little information about our kind.”
“What was Clone World like? It sounds bad if you were a slave there. Again, I don’t know anything about it besides all the advertisements they show on Earth. Those make it look like a paradise planet. All I know for sure about Clone World is that going there was way out of my budget.”
“Every aspect of a clone’s life there is monitored and controlled. We are told when to sleep, work, and what to eat. I was issued two outfits.” He paused, hating the memory.
“Why only two? That doesn’t sound like enough for anyone. Clone or human.” Anna shook her head.
“One outfit is for work, and the other is to wear during my off time while sleeping. We work every single day. Other clones worked night and day shifts to clean and return the same clothing to us every morning and evening. Every four months, we would be issued replacement clothing since ours would start to show signs of wear.” He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It made him feel guilty. Six of them had gotten away, but hundreds of clones remained enslaved.
“That’s terrible.” Anna used her hands gently to cup his face. Her green eyes peered into his. “You’re not there anymore. We’re here together. Let’s live, Fig. Kiss me. I want you to make love to me.”
“Teach me how to please you. I want to make you happy.”
“I’m going to love you.” With that, Anna kissed him again.