Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: If We Could Clone Sade
Date: 4 Oct 1995 00:13:34 GMT

			If We Could Clone Sade

	"Are you sure?" she asked him yet again, her anticipation
marred by the fear he might renege.

	He nodded. Her excitement excited him. But he was afraid too.
"I won't back down. I do love you that much." He looked into her big
brown eyes but couldn't hold the gaze. What he saw there awed him.

	"Maybe we should wait?" She didn't really want to and he knew
it. "Till it wakes?"

	He made himself smile. "No. Everything will be fine. The
transference is complete and has checked out. The physical readings
are right on and it should wake by day's end. Besides, it'll be better
for you. You'll be sure you're getting the original."

	Her smile was beatific. "Now, then?" The words came in an
expectant whisper.

	Fear made one last attempt to clutch his heart in its frigid
fingers. Then he thought of what waited for him on the other side and
knew he could do it. He nodded to her, and held out his hand. He
would focus beyond the act, and he would be fine. She took his hand,
and he lead her down the stairs to the dungeon.

	Half way down the stairs, the upper door slid shut behind them
and the lights dimmed. The antiseptic walls were washed in sickly red
hues. A fine, damp mist rose from the floor, masking plastic with the
stuff of nightmares. There was a sharp clang behind them. Then the
descent resumed in deeper silence.

	At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to her. "The program is
all set. For the rest of the night the computer answers only to you.
All the doors are locked and will open only at your orders. The
maintenance robots will answer only to you." One area was off limits
to her, of course, but why spoil the mood. He bowed his head. "I'm
totally at your mercy."

	She answered by grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his
face to hers for a brief kiss. Then she began eagerly heading for the
chamber he'd prepared for this night. They passed the lab along the
way. He forced himself not to look at it. It was time to take things
on faith.

	A lot of careful research had gone into the room they entered
next. The doors had been overlaid with iron grill-work, menacingly
black, and featuring demoniac faces modelled from ancient books. The
floor had been tiled to look like slabs of grey stone, as had the
walls. The machines were as yet more decorative than functional, but
they wouldn't really be needed tonight. There would be occasion for
them some other day.

	He looked at her, studying her expression. He saw the goose-
flesh rise on her arms and knew it as a measure of her lust. With no
further word, he began to undress. She watched him strip naked, then
followed suit. She was a fragile beauty, seeming to be made of blown
glass. Coltishly slender, with her pale pale skin, and long raven hair
she could have passed for a young girl except for her ample bosom, her
full hips, and well-developed privates. Her face was that of a young
girl though - soft, angelic, the picture of innocence.

	She looked at his body, and her innocence melted. He found the
cruelty that reshaped her face intoxicating. Once again the thrill of
fear ran through him, and his penis grew hard. There was no need to
fight the fear this time. Seeing her transformation would carry him
through.

	He lead her to the table and sat up on it. Looking into her
eyes once more, briefly, he placed his feet into the stirrups. Then he
closed his eyes as she strapped them into place. It was the point of
no return. He held his breath as she cuffed his hands behind his back.
Then he lay back, and she drew the final strap across his chest.

	Now that he could no longer escape her, he opened his eyes.
She stood between his wide-spread legs gazing at his genitals. She
reached out with one delicate hand and cupped his scrotum, squeezed it
lovingly. Then she bent and lightly kissed the tip of his erection.

	"Like I promised you," he whispered. "No resistance, and no
drugs to kill the pain. Do you still want it?"

	She hesitated, then nodded fiercely. "And you?"

	"I want you to do it for you. Do it because it turns you on
and I'll love you for it."

	Her grip on his testicles tightened till it hurt. He swallowed
to keep from gasping, and looking into his face, she squeezed harder.
She saw how his penis grew bigger still from the abuse. Her tongue ran
over her lips which had gone suddenly dry.

	"You'll find what you need in that pan over there. Don't worry
about making a mess. The robots will clean it up later. I'll scream.
Don't let it stop you. Take what you want. Whatever I say, remember, I
love you."

	Nodding, she walked over to a counter where the pan waited,
She returned with a large pair of scissors and a scalpel. When he
stared at the scalpel, she looked impishly apologetic. "I figured when
I finished with these," she said, fondling his balls, "I'd have some
fun with your cock." Then she held up the scissors where he could see
them. Smiling shyly, she said, "I'm going to do it now. Thank you."

	He tried to make himself watch because he knew it would please
her, but he wasn't that brave. He felt her grab his scrotum with one
hand, pulling it lovingly away from his body. He felt the scissors
blades as she took his flesh between them. Then he screamed as the
blood spurt, and his true love cut and cut...

				* * *

	He watched on screen as she eagerly severed his testicles as
he writhed in bloody agony on the slab. He felt his lust for her grow
as he watched her split his penis with the scalpel. So, she had done
it. He had done it too, had fulfilled her fantasy. He watched her
masturbate as he had bled to death. Beside him, she sat nervously,
holding onto his arm, watching him watch his demise.

	When it was done, he turned to her and stared at her face. It
was still angelic, but now the devil lived in her eyes. He could see
the cruel love-hate in those beautiful orbs, and he knew she was
addicted. She looked back at him, frightened, so he kissed her. "Was
it what you wanted?" he asked.

	She wet her lips and nodded. "I don't know what to say."

	He laughed. He could laugh now. He was here and he was still
himself. He might even have come out ahead. He was a bit younger, and
surely he was free of any disease. Others had done it before, so he
had known it would work, but the first time was always frightening.
"Yours is ready now too, if your willing to repay me."

	She shuddered. "I want to, but I'm scared. What's it like?"

	"You won't remember anything from the time of transference.
You won't even remember this conversation. You'll watch the recording
later, and it won't even seem real. It'll be like it happened to
someone else." He paused, "But you can change your mind."

	She shook her head. "No. I want to do this for you like you
did it for me."

	"Now?"

	"If you want."

	He got to his feet and offered his hand. She took it, and he
pulled her to her feet. They headed for the basement.

	On their way past the lab, she asked to see it. He let her in.
There were two tanks against the far wall amidst a cocoon of
instrumentation. One was now empty. The other contained a fully
developed young woman with pale pale skin, a slender body, and an
angelic face.

	"You know, this is what the opposition must have meant when
they tried to keep this technology restricted to medical facilities. I
mean, is this right?"

	He shrugged. "Did you enjoy last night?"

	She shuddered. "Yes."

	"Then who cares about right and wrong, as long as it feels
good. Besides, it was between two consenting adults." He paused. "You
don't have to do it."

	"No, I will. I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little afraid."

	He smiled gently and kissed her. "I was too. I think. Don't
worry, even that will pass."

	In the torture chamber, they undressed. Smiling nervously, she
got onto the table and slipped her feet into the stirrups. He strapped
her in as she had him. He kissed her one last time. Then he fetched
the knife he'd carefully prepared for this occasion.

	Loving her cruelly, he cut off her breasts.