Chapter 26: The Body's Art
The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the kind of musk that clung to the back of the throat. Mark stood frozen, the clone’s hand still pressed against his cock through his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardness with infuriating patience. Every muscle in his body was locked—part horror, part hunger, all of it coiled tight enough to snap.
Delores—*original* Delores—was panting, her thighs trembling where they bracketed Lisa’s head. The flush on her chest had deepened to a dark red, spreading up her neck. She looked wrecked. Used. And somehow, impossibly, like she wanted more.
Lisa’s tongue flicked out again, lapping lazily at the swollen flesh just beneath her own chin, her lips shiny with Delores’s slick. She smirked up at Mark. “You gonna stand there all night,” she murmured, “or are you gonna *do* something about that?”
The clone’s fingers curled, squeezing Mark through the fabric.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
The clone laughed—low, throaty, a sound that vibrated straight through him. “Oh, he *likes* it,” she purred, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. “He likes it *so much*.” Her other hand slid around his waist, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him toward the bed.
Mark stumbled, his knees hitting the edge of the mattress. His cock ached, pulsing against the tight confines of his slacks. The clone didn’t give him time to think. She shoved him down onto his back, her fingers already working his belt open, the buckle clinking as she tore it free.
Delores—original Delores—whimpered as Lisa’s tongue worked faster, her fingers digging into the chaise. “Fuck, *fuck*—”
Lisa’s eyes never left Mark’s. “See how wet she is for you?” she taunted, her voice thick with saliva. “She can’t even *think* straight anymore. Just a dumb, needy cunt.”
Mark’s breath hitched as the clone yanked his pants down, his cock springing free, already leaking. The clone wrapped her fingers around him, her grip tight, her thumb swiping over the head to smear the precum down his shaft.
“Look at him,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear as she stroked him. “So hard for his *wife*.”
Mark’s stomach twisted. Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? Lisa—his *wife*—was right there, her face buried between Delores’s thighs, her tongue fucking into the older woman’s pussy like she was born for it. And he was rock-hard, panting, letting this *clone* jerk him off while he watched.
The clone’s hand tightened. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
Mark’s jaw clenched.
Lisa laughed—a filthy, delighted sound. “He *does*.”
The clone leaned back, her fingers still working him, her thumb pressing into the slit. “Then do it.”
Mark’s throat was dry. “What?”
The clone jerked her chin toward Delores, still sprawled on the chaise, her legs spread wide around Lisa’s face. “Fuck her. Right now. *Use* her.”
The words hung in the air like a knife balanced on its edge. Mark's cock twitched in the clone's grip, a visceral reaction he couldn't control. His eyes flickered between the clone's smirking lips and the obscene sight of Lisa's face buried in Delores's cunt, her tongue working in slow, wet circles that made the older woman's thighs quiver.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word scraping his throat raw.
The clone's fingers tightened around his shaft. "That's the idea." She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "But not like this." Her free hand lifted, the silver ring glinting on her finger.
Mark barely had time to register the movement before the world twisted—a sickening lurch that turned his stomach inside out.
Then—nothing.
No.
Not nothing.
*Everything.*
His awareness exploded outward in a burst of sensation, his consciousness slamming into the clone's body with brutal, disorienting force. He tried to scream, but there was no mouth. No lungs. Just heat. Pressure. A throbbing, pulsing *need* that consumed every scrap of thought.
He was hard.
*So hard.*
But not attached to his body.
Attached to *her.*
The realization hit like a punch to the gut—if he'd still had one.
Mark was the clone's cock.
Fully.
Completely.
His awareness ended where her pelvis began, his entire existence narrowed down to the thick, dripping length of flesh jutting from her body. He could feel everything—the humid air against his sensitive skin, the twitch of her muscles as she shifted her weight, the slick slide of precum beading at the tip.
And god, he could *see.*
Not with eyes. But with something worse.
Awareness.
The clone looked down at him—at *it*—her lips curling in a wicked grin. "Better," she purred, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. Her grip was tight, possessive. "Now let's see how she *takes* you."
Lisa's head snapped up, her chin glistening with Delores's arousal. Her eyes widened as they locked onto the clone's cock—onto *him.*
Mark would have recoiled if he could.
Instead, he felt the clone step forward, her thighs brushing the edge of the chaise.
Delores whimpered, her fingers knotting in Lisa's hair. "W-wait—"
The clone didn't wait.
She grabbed Lisa by the back of the head and *shoved* her forward, forcing her mouth onto Mark's cock in one brutal thrust.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Lisa's lips stretched around him, hot and wet and *tight,* her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she gagged. Spit dribbled down her chin, her throat fluttering around the head of his cock as she struggled to take him deeper.
The clone groaned, her hips jerking forward, fucking Lisa's face with short, brutal strokes. "Jesus, she's *hungry* for it," she muttered, her fingers tightening in Lisa's hair.
Mark couldn't speak. Couldn't think.
All he could do was *feel.*
Lisa's mouth was a furnace, her tongue working in frantic, sloppy strokes as the clone used her, fucking her face like a toy. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting through him, the wet, filthy sounds of her choking filling the room.
Delores watched, her chest heaving, her fingers digging into Lisa's scalp. "Oh god—oh *fuck*—"
The clone grinned down at her. "You like watching your little pet get used?" She yanked Lisa's head back, just enough to let her gasp for air before slamming her down again, forcing her to take every inch. "Tell me you love it."
Lisa's eyes watered, her lips swollen and red, spit and precum smeared across her chin.
Delores whimpered. "I—I love it."
The clone laughed, dark and satisfied. "Good."
Then she fucked Lisa's face harder.
The clone’s hips pistoned forward, driving Mark’s cock-sized body deeper into Lisa’s throat with each brutal thrust. Spit and pre-cum streaked her chin, her gagging noises muffled by the thick shaft filling her mouth. Her fingers clawed at the clone’s thighs, but she didn’t pull away—couldn’t, not with Delores’s hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place.
Mark’s world had narrowed to sensation—the wet, sucking heat of Lisa’s throat convulsing around him, the clone’s fingers digging into his flesh like she owned him. Because she did. He was hers now. Just flesh. Just *hers.*
The clone pulled back just enough to let Lisa gasp, her lips swollen and slick. “Look at you,” she murmured, thumbing a strand of saliva from Lisa’s lower lip. “Taking it like you were made for it.”
Lisa coughed, her throat working. “Fuck you,” she rasped, but there was no bite to it—just raw, broken heat.
Delores moaned, her hips jerking up against Lisa’s chin. “*Do it again.*”
The clone grinned.
And she obeyed.
She slammed forward, burying Mark’s cock-size body to the hilt in Lisa’s throat, her balls slapping against Lisa’s chin. Lisa’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she choked around the intrusion. The vibration sent sparks of white-hot pleasure through Mark—through *it*—the clone’s cock throbbing violently as she used Lisa’s face like a toy.
“That’s it,” the clone growled, her grip tightening. “Take it. *Take all of him.*”
Lisa couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe.
The clone's grip in Lisa's hair turned vicious, yanking her head back just far enough to let a slick strand of saliva snap between her lips and the swollen head of her cock. Lisa's throat convulsed, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps—but the clone didn't let her recover. She shoved forward again, grinding the thick length of Mark's new existence deep into that tight, spasming heat.
"Fucking *perfect*," the clone groaned, her thighs trembling as she fucked Lisa's face with short, brutal strokes. Precum dripped from Lisa's stretched lips, mixing with spit and tears. "You feel that, Mark? That's your wife *choking* on you."
He couldn't answer. Couldn't think.
All he could do was *feel*—the wet suction of Lisa's throat, the clone's fingers digging into the base of him, the way Delores's moans vibrated through the mattress as she watched, her own thighs squeezing together in desperate, helpless arousal.
The clone's rhythm stuttered. Her breath hitched.
Then—
A sharp, electric jolt of pleasure ripped through Mark's awareness as the clone's back arched, her hips slamming forward one last time. "Oh *shit*—" Her voice cracked, raw and guttural.
Hot, thick pulses erupted from the tip of him—no, *through* him—as the clone came hard, her orgasm wracking her body in violent waves. Mark could only *take it*, overwhelmed by the brutal intensity of her pleasure, the way her muscles clenched around him, milking every last drop as she emptied herself down Lisa's throat.
Lisa gagged, her fingers scrabbling at the clone's hips, but the clone held her there, forcing her to swallow every last spurt. "That's it," she panted, her voice wrecked. "Take it all, you greedy little *slut*."
Delores whimpered, her own body shaking as she watched, her thighs slick with arousal. "God, I can *hear* it," she breathed, her fingers twisted in the sheets.
The clone finally pulled back, letting Lisa collapse forward, coughing and gasping, her face a mess of spit and cum. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving—but her eyes were dark, hungry.
Mark throbbed, still hard, still *hers*.
The clone smirked down at him. "Not done yet," she murmured, her thumb rubbing slow circles over his sensitive tip. "We're just getting *started*."
Delores's breath hitched.
Lisa licked her lips.
And the ring on the nightstand gleamed.