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“Come on guys, trust me—this’ll be amazing! I know we’ve roleplayed some snuff stuff, but this will be for real , only with no upset family, no police—no consequences. You know, except for the dying, lol.”
“Did you really just say ‘lol’ out loud?”
Three young women and two young men were eyeing their sixth friend, Kirana, with some apprehension as she stood in front of a strange glass tube with a control panel in front of it.
“And you’ve used it before?” Asked Sarah nervously, a pale girl with a slender, fit physique shown off by her workout clothes; tights paired with a fitted sports bra.
Kirana smiled mischievously, and shrugged—the movement pulling slightly at her tiny backless crop-top to reveal even more of her flawless caramel skin.
“Sure, I use it every morning—can’t be too careful right? You just do this…”
Kirana stepped forwards, and as she pressed a button on the control panel the tube opened outward. After throwing a radiant smile over her shoulder to her friends, she stepped inside and the tube sealed shut behind her. After a moment, the tube filled with a suffuse green light that quickly brightened until the others had to look away.
“That is bizarre ,” commented Max. “Fucking rich people.” Max was the most imposing of the group, over six feet tall, dark skinned and built like a truck that walked the runway. He’d come straight from his internship and was still wearing a white shirt cut to highlight his impressive build, sleeves rolled up over strong forearms.
“This is insanely illegal, isn’t it?” Asked his girlfriend Riley, her uncaring tone at odds with the words. She’d come straight from the same law firm Max was interning at—that was how they’d met—but where he’d discarded his blazer and tie, she’d kept her jacket on and instead removed her shirt. She was leaning casually against him, tiny compared to his bulk, her cleavage threatening to burst free from her open garment.
“Shouldn’t you know, lawyer girl?” Tim asked sardonically, flicking his long black hair back. His loose, brightly coloured crochet shirt hanging over his slight, almost gaunt frame.
“Fuck off, Tim—yes, we all know this is insanely illegal,” Max replied, squinting at the brightly glowing tube as he wrapped an arm around Riley’s slender waist.
“Hot, though… I mean, something new,” Zara murmured, her voice low and thoughtful as she took a slow drag from her blunt and breathed out a lazy stream of smoke. She stepped closer, resting her head on Tim’s shoulder, her full chest pressing into his back through her artfully shredded band shirt. “Like, bro, picture it—what if I just… died? Gone, brain splattered or whatever, all gnarly and messed up. And then, there I am, and you… I don’t know… do the new me right there, corpse and all. Woah.”
The others watched as Zara began to rub herself against her twin brother as he plucked the blunt out of her lips and inhaled from it.
“For the record,” Riley commented, “incest is also illegal.”
“Um, guys?” Sarah piped up, sounding unsure. “I think it’s done!”
Sure enough, the tube stopped glowing, the door opened and Kirana stepped out—her arms wide open in a ‘ta-da’ motion.
The group looked around, unsure.
“Congrats, Kiri,” Tim said, blowing out a smoke ring. “You’ve finally figured doors out. What’s next, windows?”
Kirana stuck her tongue out. “No stupid, it saved me. That’s how it works. It scans you, and then if you need it, it can grow out a replacement.”
“Have you… done that?” Asked Sarah, biting her lip.
Kirana grinned mischievously. “Maybe once or twice. Come on guys, it's your turn now—give it a go!”
“How,” Tim coughed. “How would it work, what would we, um do?”
“You all get scanned, just like I showed you. Only problem is, the machine can only store one backup at a time, so we’ll have to grow everyone’s replacement out before the next person gets in and overwrites the buffer. Like this.”
Kirana pressed a button on the panel, and the tube flashed bright amber red, eliciting shouts from the unprepared group as the flash temporarily blinded them all. When the spots faded from their eyes they saw a young woman standing in the tube.
Predictably, she looked identical to Kirana.
And also…
“Fucking nice tits Kiri,” Max whistled, only for Riley to reach up and flick him on the nose, shaking her head.
“Yeah Kiri,” Zara breathed. “Nice.”
…she was naked.
“Perverts,” Kirana laughed. She stepped forwards to meet her clone as the tube automatically opened and released the newborn.
“Oh,” Kirana-clone whispered as she wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the group with something between fear and… excitement, perhaps. “Damn it, I’m the backup aren’t I? Did the other’s… are they going to play?”
“Dunno babe, I thought you might convince them to.” Kirana responded cheerfully. She held out a plastic cable tie. “Hold your hands together, you know the drill.”
Kirana-clone seemed to shudder slightly as she held out her hands, goosebumps rising along her bare flesh, nipples hardening. The group watched as Kirana cable tied her clone’s hands, and then legs together until she was practically immobile.
“Sweet,” Kirana said as she herded her double into the room’s corner, using a second cable tie to lock her against a prepared bar running along the wall. “Who’s next?”
“We didn’t actually agree to—” Tim started.
“Me!” Zara called out, untangling herself from her brother and stepping into the tube.
With a shrug, Kirana pressed the console and the tube once again glowed green. After a minute—during which the group continued to argue whether or not this was a good idea—it finished, and Zara was shortly joined by her own naked duplicate.
“Whoa,” Zara whispered, as she looked at her double. “This is trippy.”
The Zara-clone blinked around the room, completely unashamed in her birthday suit and rubbed at her head. “Damn it, I’m sober! I guess that makes sense.”
Bemused, Tim tossed his new sister a small bottle filled with brightly coloured pills. Promptly she popped it open, tossed a pill into the air and caught it in her mouth with a relieved sigh.
Tim stepped up behind the original Zara, and slid his arms through the shredded front of her shirt, cupping his hands around her sizable rack. He kissed her on the cheek and pointedly ogled her double’s naked chest.
“Your tits are way nicer than Kiri’s,” he stage whispered to the room.
Zara seemed to barely notice his groping, her head tilted in wonder as she watched Kirana—who rolled her eyes at Tim—tie up and move her backup to join the Kirana-clone, who was breathing hard as she watched the proceedings. On a hunch she didn’t bother to tie Zara-clone to the bar, deciding the extremely masochistic girl was unlikely to run.
“Screw it,” Riley said, curiously watching the two clones. “I’ll go next. This is too weird to just walk away from. By the way, I get that the doubles are to replace us if we… well, need a replacement. But what are we doing with them if we don’t?”
Kirana-clone giggled, the laugh almost manic as it drifted from the corner of the room. “What do you think?” She made a finger gun and mimed shooting herself in the head with a shudder. Zara-clone, sitting beside her and apparently already starting to feel the effects of whatever she’d taken made a moaning sound and awkwardly tried to touch herself around the cable tie.
“You’re fucking weird, Zara” Max commented. “Sexy as fuck, but weird.”
Riley flicked her boyfriend again and then after taking a moment to consider Kirana-clone’s revelation, simply shrugged and stepped into the tube.
“Damn it,” Kirana grumped. “Now you all know we’re going to kill them, which means so will they . Max, I think Riley’s backup might be a bit more… of a handful then mine or Zara’s. Do you think you could… you know, hold her down when we pop out the replacement?”
“Wait,” Sarah interjected. “Your… other-you was right?” She glanced at Kirana-clone, who grinned sickly at her. “We’re going to… kill them? That’s insane”
Sarah began to argue the ethics of murdering their own clones, much to the annoyance of the rest of the group until Riley’s scan mercifully finished, and she stepped out blinking in the comparative darkness of the room.
“Yeah,” Riley mused, when Kirana explained her concern, talking over Sarah. “I think I would probably try to run. It’s sort of fun though right? Is it weird that I’m kind of turned on by the thought of Max basically kidnapping me?”
“This is messed up,” Sarah muttered.
“Ok, here we go!” Kirana called out, pressing the console.
The tube flashed red, and then Riley-clone stepped out, blinking. After a moment of confusion her eyes widened into panic, and she made a break for it—
—Only for Max to effortlessly sweep her off her feet, pinning her arms behind her back in a way that flattered her jiggling naked figure rather well.
“Oh yeah big guy,” The original RIley called out, her chest rising and falling under her open jacket. “Show that bitch who’s boss.”
The group watched as Kirana and Max manhandled Riley-clone, tying her up, gagging her and then roughly throwing the young, naked woman in the corner of the room with the others. When Max came back, Riley jumped into his arms and began to passionately make out with him.
Tim was the next to decide to get scanned.
“I still don’t know when we agreed to this but screw it, when in dystopian-Rome I guess,” he commented as he stepped inside.
His clone ended up being calmer than Riley’s, and he put on a brave face—right up until Kirana tried to slip the cable around his arms and he lost his composure and began to struggle. Max had to shove him to the ground, and he was trussed, gagged and piled up with the others.
“Your dick is huge Tim,” Riley idly mentioned, taking a break from swapping saliva with Max to ogle Tim-clone’s naked slender body, struggling against his bindings. Max, looking smug, flicked Riley back and the couple went straight back to first base.
“Mmm,” Zara agreed, herself and Tim similarly impassioned.
Then it was Max’s turn, and the group paused.
“Say Max,” Tim asked, looking his large friend up and down—mostly up, given how much taller he was. “How do you think… you… will think?”
“Uhh,” Max considered, glancing sideways at Riley and trying to imagine stepping out of the tube knowing what he did. “Maybe we pile on. Riley and me on the left, Tim and Kirana on the right? I figure you don’t want to help Sarah?”
Sarah just shook her head, her earlier protesting well and truly shoved to the side.
Kirana gave Max her own onceover, realising he was probably double her weight. “Are you still doing MMA?”
“Yeah, I actually got bronze at the club tourney last week.”
“Nice dude,” Tim responded, shaking his head. “Fucking amazing.”
“Yeah… everyone, hold on a moment. Max, scan yourself now, but no one grow the replacement until I get back,” Kirana ordered, waving her arms in a ‘go ahead’ motion as she rushed out the room.
“Well… fuck, ok then,” Max said. He swallowed, taking a moment to steel himself and then stepped into the tube.
“So how’s the ethics dilemma coming along, Professor Moral Philosophy?” Riley asked Sarah while she waited for her boyfriend to finish scanning.
“It’s messed up,” Sarah said quietly.
“I mean, yeah, that’s kind of the point. But you are still here…”
“It’s messed up.”
“You said. Why not leave then?”
“Because… it’s messed up. I just… if I left I think I’d go crazy. The next time I met one of you I think I’d just keep wondering if it was you or…” she glanced to the corner of the room, where the clones of Riley and Tim were still struggling against their bindings. Zara-clone was openly masturbating at this point and trying to pull a reluctant Kirana-clone’s bound hands down to help out.
“So are you going to do it?”
Sarah shrugged helplessly, as Kirana ran back into the room.
“That’s a gun,” Tim said. “I don’t think you’re supposed to run with those. Also, that’s a gun. ”
Sure enough, Kirana was holding a revolver in one hand, and a box of bullets in the other. The group watched as she opened the gun’s cylinder and began popping in bullets.
“Ok,” she said when she was done. “I’m ready. Now if Max’s clone gets free—”
She pointed the gun at Max and pretended to pull the trigger. Everyone flinched, Max actually threw himself to the side, swearing as Kirana laughed at him.
“Don’t worry so much—we saved a backup, remember!”
Max, whose heart was thudding hard, blinked at the words—finding little comfort in them. “Just… point it away from me, ok?”
Kirana shrugged, and motioned everybody into position before triggering the backup machine to grow another Max.
It turned out to be anticlimactic, as the group piled on to Max-clone before he’d even had a chance to get his bearings. By the time he’d realised what was happening, the original Max had a good enough grip on him to keep him subdued until he was properly restrained and stored with the others.
And then it was just Sarah.
“So babe, this is it.” Kirana said, almost gently. “Do or die. Or… do and die. Are you in, or are you sitting this one out?”
“I’m… scared. Do you guys even understand what it is you’re doing? Death is death . You’re all so casual about it. For either you or… some other person who’s basically also you .”
Zara squirmed against her twin, clearly turned on by the words—not exactly the reaction Sarah had been going for. “That’s what makes, it, uhhh—so hot. It’s just… like, I’m nineteen, and all that time, everything I’ve done, everything I uh, ever wanted to do, the rest of my life. Just… gone. I could be gone.
“And… not even for something that matters. Just so I can cum, or so Tim or one of you can.” Under her shirt, she pulled Tim’s fingers around her nipples and moaned as he touched her in just the way she liked.
Zara’s words sank into the group, and a silence settled over them as each reacted in their own way.
“I don’t know that I can understand that,” Sarah said slowly. “But… I love you guys. And, if I walk away… there’d be a divide between us, right?”
The group stayed silent.
“Yeah. That’s what I figured, and more than anything I don’t want that. Ok then, holy shit. I’m going to do this.”
Sarah stepped into the tube, and it began to glow with bright green light.
“Man,” Tim commented while she was being scanned. “I think she actually would walk off a cliff if we asked her too. Is that like, super brave? Or the opposite?”
Zara pulled his hand into her pants with one hand, and slapped him hard in the face with the other. “Bro, don’t be mean.”
Bemused, he began to tease out well practised pleasure from her, pulling his other hand away from his sister’s chest to rub at where she’d struck him.
“You know, technically we don’t have to grow out her backup right?” Riley said. “She’s the last one, so her data won’t be overwritten.”
Kirana shrugged. “I’m not going to tell her that, I think it’d ruin the fun.”
Tim snorted. “And I’m the mean one.”
In the end, it was the Sarah-clone that put up the most fight. Small as Sarah was, the group underestimated her and she actually managed to slip free of Max and escape the room. Kirana had to awkwardly lie to a maid while Max manhandled a writhing, naked Sarah-clone back to the others, while the original Sarah did everything she could to ignore her double screaming and begging for help.
“Fuck,” Max panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he walked back to the group. He glanced at Sarah. “You are stronger than you look, honestly I’m kind of impressed. If you ever want to get into martial arts, let me know.”
Sarah, who was keeping her eyes fixedly away from the corner of the room where they’d tied up their backups, just swallowed and shook her head.
“Ok,” Kirana spoke up, looking around excitedly, back from bullshitting the help. “That’s it, we’re ready!”
Zara moaned softly as Tim pulled her against him, increasing the intensity of his touching.“What are we actually doing though Kiri?,” he asked, flicking his long hair out of his eyes. “You still haven’t said.”
Kirana pulled her revolver from the back of her tight pants and held it out to the group with a grin. She pressed the release latch and pushed the cylinder open, letting the bullets slide out with a gentle shake. She let them fall to the ground with metallic clinks, catching one from the air with a flourish and sliding it in. She carefully clicked the cylinder closed and gave it a spin, the chambers whirring into place.
She held the gun against her chest, the grip sliding past her tiny, low cut top to nestle inside her cleavage as she unconsciously angled the barrel towards her head. She licked her lips, eyes shining as she took in the varied expressions of her friends.
“Well, I know it’s simple—but there’s a game you might have heard of that I’ve wanted to play for years. Who’s up for a cheeky round of Russian Roulette?”
“Yessss,” moaned Zara, as Tim grinned crookedly down at his twin—imagining what her head would look like after a bullet had gone through it.
Riley breathed in sharply, pulling Max’s large hands around herself protectively. She could feel his dick hardening against her back, and she wondered how it would feel to hold the gun against herself and pull the trigger, not knowing if she would live or die.
Sarah squeaked, swallowed and seemed on the edge of bolting.
“What would”—her voice cracked, and she tried again—“what would the rules be?”
Kirana grinned, raising the revolver to her temple. “Like I said, simple. Aim and—” She pulled the trigger, and the hammer fell with a sharp, empty click as the cylinder rotated to the next chamber.
Author's note: I actually rolled a d6 for each shot of the revolver in this story. Rolling a 1 would mean the gun fired, so even as the writer I wasn’t sure when it would go off.
A gasp filled the room, and then Zara moaned louder than before and began to quiver in her brother’s arms as she came.
Tim laughed shakily, caught off-guard but still maintaining his ministrations. “Holy shit Kiri, you just pushed Zar over the edge.”
Kirana, flushed and breathing hard, giggled, her own hand squeezing at her breast through her tiny top like a stress toy, her tips hard beneath thin revealing fabric.
“Oh my god that was a rush,” she laughed. “Oh god, that was amazing. Can you imagine if I’d just blown my brains out? Anyway, the rules.
“I think it’ll be more fun if we spin it each time, that way everyone has the same odds. Basically, aim it at yourself, pull the trigger—and if you’re still breathing, spin it and pass it along.” Matching actions to words, she spun the revolver’s barrel, in full view of everyone.
“Oh,” murmured Sarah. “Oh.”
To the group’s mild surprise, Kirana’s shock shot seemed to have strengthened Sarah’s resolve. If anything, the way she was biting her lip suggested the nervous girl might have gotten caught up in at least some of the excitement.
Kirana led the group to a suite of plush lounges, positioned close to the restrained backups in the corner, who for their part were all still naked against the cold floor, trussed up and tied to the bar running along the wall.
The friends sat in a rough circle, each finding their own cushioned seats. Kirana sat with Sarah, and began massaging her scalp gently, threading her hands through the nervous girl’s long blond hair.
Tim and Zara nearly tackled each other onto their couch as Zara’s shirt was tossed to the side revealing black lingerie as she reached for her brother’s iron hard cock within his loose pants and began to stroke it.
Riley settled into Max’s lap, pressing herself firmly against his own rigid pillar, moving her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm as she grinded against him. Max’s hand found her cheek, his fingertips tracing down with a deliberate, tantalising slowness. He followed the curve of her neck, then along her collarbone tracing the line of her open blazer.
When he reached the edge of her breast, he paused, his fingers lightly brushing the soft swell, sending a shiver through her as his touch hovered with just enough pressure to drive her wild.
“I want to go next,” he said, sounding determined.
Riley craned her head upward to look at his strong jaw. “Really? Sure you don’t want to get a bit more… comfortable first?” She wriggled against him.
“Nah,” he said. “I just want to get it over with. I can do that later.”
“But,” she whined softly, trying to push her chest against into his hand, “what if this is your last—”
“No!” he said firmly, a little louder than he meant to as he pulled away. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a one in six chance. I’ll be fine. Kiri, give me the gun.”
Kirana, beaming, leaned over to hand him the gun. She blew him a kiss, and settled back into her chair, pulling a pale Sarah against herself.
Max took the gun, staring at it with absolute attention. “I’ll be fine,” he repeated quietly to himself, and began to breathe rapidly, amping himself as he pushed the barrel against his head.
“FUCK!” He shouted, and pulled the trigger.
click.
Slowly, he lowered the gun.
“Fuck,” he said, hardly believing what he’d just done as the adrenaline sparked through his body. “Fuck.”
“Max,” Riley whispered, her own emotions swirling around in a confused aroused mess as she realised how close her lover had come to ending. “What was it like?”
He just shook his head, and kissed her. “Fuck me,” he demanded, pulling away. “Fuck me Riley, fuck me now.”
The group watched keenly as the couple tore each other’s pants down, and Riley mounted herself on Max’s length, sighing as he slipped inside, her perky left tit on show as her jacket finally flopped open under the energetic movements.
Zara leaned over, to grab the gun Max had unconsciously dropped. “Make me cum again bro,” she ordered Tim. “I’ll,” she giggled, “I’ll cum and go.”
Tim renewed his efforts, tearing away her bra and wrapping his mouth around her soft flesh, sucking hard as he worked her nipple with his tongue. His other hand continued to work below, toying with her with the practised ease of a lover who knew his partner perfectly.
Zara kissed the barrel of the gun, and then pushed it into her mouth. She imitated her brother’s tongue, feeling out the shape of the weapon’s cold metal as she imagined how her corpse might look. She angled the gun upwards towards her brain, wrapping her finger around the trigger.
She let herself fall into the familiar pleasure of her twin, letting the physical sensations roll against the adrenaline charged fear that came with being so close to death. She applied a light pressure to it, feeling a jolt of excitement as the trigger depressed slightly, the feeling falling to almost disappointment when the gun failed to react.
“I really hope you die,” Tim whispered into her ear, pulling away from her tits. “You’ll make such a sexy corpse.”
The out of character comment surprised her, both in its intensity and by how her body reacted to it. She felt more alive, more aware of herself then she ever had in her young life. The electric sensations built up inside her towards an unbearable ache as she readied herself to shoot the gun she was still licking like a freaking lollipop and—
“Wait!” Sarah called out suddenly, eyes wide as she stood. “Max forgot to spin it!”
—Zara heard the words, understood what they meant and found she only wanted to pull the trigger even more.
Click.
Zara shrieked as she came harder than she ever had in her life, one hand clenching the gun while the other squeezed Tim’s dick harder than she meant to. She rode the shuddering waves of ecstasy, barely noticing her brother’s throbbing member soaking the inside of his pants wet with cum.
Kirana laughed and pulled Sarah back down into the lounge beside her, running her hands along Sarah’s back.
Tim swept his sweat soaked long hair out of his eyes, looking around at his friends. His sister was basking in her afterglow, Max and Riley were actively fucking and Kirana had finally convinced Sarah to let her peel off the athletic girl’s sports bra. Sarah was panting, unable to take her eyes off the gun Zara was still holding while Kirana gently massaged her breasts.
“Screw it,” he said, and grabbed the gun from his sister. He spun the chamber, pointed at his head and paused. “I can’t think of any good last words.”
“Wait,” Zara said, rousing herself slightly. She pulled Tim down, until his head was cradled against the softness of her chest. She gently grabbed his hand, aiming the gun so the bullet would pass through her brother’s head to as close to her heart as she could manage.
“There we go,” Zara sighed dreamily.
Tim dragged his tongue along her breast and asked, “you sure Zar?”
“Mmm,” she moaned. “Yeah bro, I want another go.”
“Ok, here we go,” he said, feeling unreal as he gripped the gun. “Three, two, one—”
Click.
He shuddered, feeling the tension of near death dissipating into sudden relief.
Zara groaned, disappointed, and reluctantly watched as Tim spun the gun and attempted to hand it over to Riley. As she was still bouncing energetically on Max’s dick, they had to try a couple of times until finally Sarah piped up.
“Just give it to me!” She cried out, unable to handle the awkward handling of the loaded gun.
By this point, Sarah was entirely naked—the first in the group—and Kirana was fiercely eating her out. She pushed her friend’s head away, and walked to Tim, gulping as she took the gun.
She pointed it at herself, and froze.
The group watched her keenly, even Riley slowed her lovemaking to see what her most reluctant, cautious friend would do.
Seconds passed, and then a minute.
Max came into Riley, and he had time to soften and then get worked up again into hardness under her efforts.
Finally, Sarah lowered the gun. “I can’t do it. Shit.”
She looked at Kirana with pleading eyes. “I’m too scared, I can’t… could you… can you do it for me? Please?”
Hesitantly, she held the revolver out. Kirana took it, looking between her friend and the weapon, considering.
“Sure,” Kirana said, and in one smooth motion aimed the gun at Sarah’s chest and pulled the trigger before she even had a chance to react.
BANG!
The thundering crack of the gun deafened the group as everyone flinched, shouted and screamed at the sudden sound. Everyone had known this was coming but still, it wasn’t really something you could prepare for.
Sarah gaped at Kirana, her mouth opening and closing in shock. “Kiri?” She whispered, and touched a finger to her bare chest. Her nakedness made the injury clear, blood already squirting out a torrent from the crater between her breasts. Her hand came away bloody, and she looked around the room in disbelief.
And then her eyes widened into fear, then existential panic as she realised what had happened. “Oh,” she breathed out in horror and tried to take a step forward.
She felt so heavy, and her leg buckled as it tried to take her weight. She fell to the ground with a squeak, writhing as she tried and failed to stand.
“Help,” she whispered. “Help!” she tried to shout, but if anything the words came out quieter, muffled by the blood she began to cough up.
Kirana dropped the gun, pulled down her tights and began to masturbate as her friend reached out for her.
“Huh,” Riley commented, slipping Max back into herself, this time rolling underneath him so he could put in the work. “That was… Huh. I almost had that gun. Wow Max, I just almost died. Mmm, yeah—like that.” Her own mortality was a difficult thing to fully comprehend, and something about her psyche refused to really grasp it. Instead she just kneaded her tits roughly, enjoying the mildness of the pain compared to the severity of Sarah’s mortal wound as her boyfriend continued to make love to her.
“Good thing,” Max grunted between thrusts. “I know Tim’s a freak, but I like my girls breathing. Also, don’t you piss and shit when you die? That would be fucking gross.”
“Oh, big man—you say the sweetest things.”
“It’s kind of a bummer though right?” Tim wondered aloud. “Of all of us, she wanted this the least. That is some bad luck.” He was cuddling with his sister, the twins simply luxuriating in love and life, watching as Sarah grasped toward them desperately, gagging as her life poured away.
“Not for her,” Zara replied with a nod towards the backups, nearly forgotten by the group.
“Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah,” Kirana moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hand stilled as she looked toward the clones.
Pulling a knife out she walked to them, grinning as all but Zara-clone shrank back. Zara’s replacement had taken advantage of her fellow double’s restraints during the game, and after fucking a reluctant Tim-clone to completion she’d since moved on to Max-clone. She was ignoring the sounds of his protests muffled by his gag as she bounced on her large friend’s dick, staring at the approaching Kirana with eyes hazy with pleasure.
Kirana leaned down to her own clone, drawing a thin red line with the tip of the knife along her double’s cheek. Kirana-clone tried to keep a stoic expression, but she was unable to help letting out a squeak of terror.
“Me,” Zara-clone begged as she continued to rape her friend. “Me next. Oh god, fucking stab me, cut me open. Please Kiri, please please please.”
Kirana laughed, and called out behind her to the real Zara, “You’re an absolute nut job Zar, I love you babe but you are not right in the head.”
Kirana ignored the begging replacement and walked up to Sarah-clone. Smoothly, she cut the cable ties binding her hands and legs, then pulled the gag free. Immediately, the freed girl began to breath heavily, watching Kirana with caution—and barely concealed relief.
“I’m… am I going to be ok?”
Kirana pulled the girl, exhausted by fear and adrenaline into a deep hug, soft bare chests pressing against each other tightly. She kissed her lightly and whispered, “yes babe. You’re the new Sarah. Congrats!”
Pulling away, Kirana led Sarah by the hand away, pausing as she walked past her own replacement. Licking her lips, she glanced at her knife and then grinned at Sarah.
“Hey, watch this!”
With a fast, vicious swipe she cut deeply into the throat of the girl who shared her body, memories and personality—and tore it open. Kirana-clone gagged as blood spurted out, generously splattering the two girls.
Kirana laughed as she raised her arms, thrusting her chest out to catch the blood on her perky tits as the double fell to the crowd, clutching at her neck. To her surprise, Sarah—after taking a moment to process the attack—lowered her hands to touch at the blood dripping down her own chest, and began to massage it into her soft skin.
“Well hello there,” Kirana giggled, watching her friend play with the gore. “New attitude?”
“It was so… exhilarating watching you guys. I just didn’t want to die. Now… I guess I can relax a bit?”
“Hell yeah babe!”
The two girls walked back to the group, and Max—still thrusting into Riley—spoke up.
“I got places to be guys, we gonna finish up soon?”
“Sure,” Kirana replied. “Just gotta, um, clean up your mess.”
“Yeah,” Tim said, looking over to his terrified clone. “Easy. Just… murder yourself. This has been fun, but you’re not wrong Sarah—this is messed up.”
“Think of it this way,” Kirana said. “You agreed to get scanned, and they’re you, so this is as much on them as it is you.”
Sarah, ignoring Tim, had walked up to her original self. She was a corpse now, having bled out while Kirana had been freeing the new Sarah. She leaned over the body, pulling its eyelids closed and tried to sort through the emotions flooding through her.
“Still,” Tim said. “Can I use the gun? I don’t know if I could do ‘up close and personal’.”
Shrugging, Kirana grabbed the gun and began to load it—
—“Wait!” Zara cried out, “guys, wait… wait. Riley still hasn’t had a turn… is that, um, is it fair?”
The group paused, looking to Riley as she squirmed under Max.
“You bitch,” she said easily to Zara, moaning a little as Max responded to the situation by increasing the vigour of his fucking. “Sarah lost, isn’t that enough?”
Kirana, grinning, loaded only a single bullet into the revolver, spun it and handed it to Riley.
“Oh fine, god damn it all. Big man, bring me to the edge ok? I got this, like you said—it’s only a one in six chance. Let’s get this over with, I really want to watch you beat my replacement to death. It was so amazingly hot watching you kidnap her before, I want to see how far we can push that.”
Max kissed her, and then began to play her body like a maestro. Kissing, touching and fucking, the huge young man obeyed his hot little girlfriend.
“Oh god!” she cried out, gasping as she aimed the gun at her temple. “Oh god, I’m gonna—mmm—if this kills me, oh!!”
Her breath hitched, her words breaking into a moan, her body burning with ecstasy. “I’ll fucking haunt you Zara—oh godddd !”
As she tensed into a fear heightened climax she pulled the trigger, more from the unconscious clenching of her hand then any willful action.
BANG!
The side of her head exploded into gore as the bullet passed through her brain and into the wall on the other side of the room, barely missing the still restrained backups.
“FUCK!” Max shouted, shoving his dead girlfriend away as he scooted back, his dick pointing up in the air. “THAT WAS FUCKING LOUD.”
Tim laughed, rubbing at his own ears. “I think you’ve got a new ghost Zar.”
“I love ghosts,” she commented, pinching at her nipple as she watched blood and grey matter leak out from Riley’s head.
“Gross,” Max screwed his face up, looking over the new corpse as he softened. “I know some people like blood, guts and… uh, other stuff. I don’t get it, human insides are fucking disgusting. Seriously though, we need to finish up, I got stuff to do.”
Kirana took the gun, finished loading it and handed it to Tim as Max went over to free Riley’s replacement.
Once free, the new Riley wrapped herself around him with desperate need, kissing him deeply while she stroked him back to hardness. This whole time she’d been watching the group with existential terror, restrained and gagged while their actions determined whether she’d live or die with the odds heavily favouring death.
Now though all the lust that had been hidden under the fear blossomed, and suddenly she desperately needed all the cumming her now dead original self had been keeping to herself.
Sighing and looking at his watch, Max easily pulled Riley up to sit on his cock as she wrapped her arms around his back. He began to gather their things and awkwardly stripped away what could be salvaged from his now ex-girlfriend’s corpse while his new one slid herself up and down upon him while he walked around.
Screams mixed with moans echoed out from the room’s corner as Zara began to carve into her replacement’s flesh with the knife in just the way she wanted, punctuated by a gunshot as Tim executed his own clone.
“Tim!” Max called out, putting down an only partially satisfied Riley and throwing on his clothes. “Do mine! I gotta bounce!”
“Ah man, what am I an executioner?” Tim complained, aiming the gun with a wince.
Unwilling to get too close to the huge young man furiously pulling at his restraints, audibly trying to shout through his gag, Tim aimed at him from a decent distance.
BANG!
He cursed, having missed the shot, and swore louder as the clone, driven to frenzy actually managed to tear the cable tie around his arms open. Pulling free, he lunged for Tim who reacted predictably.
BANG! BANG!
…
BANG!
The huge young man fell to the ground in front of Tim, stilling—his face a mask of fury.
Zara-clone’s moaning quietened to nothing, Zara stepping away with a satisfied look. The clone’s body was barely recognisable as human. The girl had been peeled open, ample tits sliced off, an arm and a leg amputated—and still, her face was locked in an expression of blissful orgasm even as she died.
Six friends had entered the room. Six left it.
And life continued.