The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

All the World Loves a Clone

Inspired by: fembotheather

Miko Tanaka entered the workspace that had been her place of employment for the last four weeks and she let her bookbag fall to the floor as she easily slipped into the chair in front of her computer switching the computer on and waiting for it to start.

It was odd, Miko thought as she watched the computer finish its start-up procedures. It was odd because she knew she was a writer but on a whole other level, she knew that wasn’t exactly right either and that was the odd part. She either was a writer or she wasn’t but she couldn’t be both, could she?

The computer finished its start up procedures and Miko logged in. Just as it always did, the computer told her she had mail and even though she knew she was curious, something stopped her from retrieving her mail and instead, she picked up the headphones that were lying there beside her computer.

“Good morning, Miko-chan,” a voice in her ears said. “Are you ready for another day of work?”

Miko didn’t even realize she was saying yes when she said it.

“You will watch a movie,” the voice said. “You will watch a movie and you will write what you see.”

For anyone else, that might have seemed a strange request but for Miko Tanaka, it made perfect sense. She opened a folder on her computer and she knew exactly which movie she was supposed to select and then she started it up just like she was supposed to and she pressed play.

The movie began with a Japanese schoolgirl and instantly, Miko found herself identifying with the schoolgirl because it was clear that the girl on the screen and Miko were the same.

To say they were the same is not to say that Miko identified with the girl or that she shared some sort of kinship with the girl on the screen. No, to say that the girl on the screen and Miko were the same was to say that Miko and the girl on the screen were exactly the same. The girl on the screen stood five foot two and so did Miko. The girl on the screen wore a schoolgirl’s uniform that was an exact replica of the one that Miko was wearing. The girl on the screen had a slender body and perky tits that were an exact replica of Miko’s. The girl on the screen had shoulder length black hair that was an exact replica of the way Miko wore her hair and the girl on the screen had a face that was an exact replica of the face Miko saw every day when she looked in the mirror. In every way that it was possible for the girl on the screen to be her, the girl was her, only ...

Only it wasn’t her ... or at least Miko didn’t think it was.

And yet it was her.

Miko watched the girl get onto a bus. She could instantly relate with the girl. She’d taken a bus to come here and the girl was going to school. She knew that.

But there were two Black men on the bus. They’d noticed the girl as she got and now as the bus moved away from the curb, the two men stood and began to move to where the girl was.

Without even realizing she was doing it, Miko let a hand slide up under her skirt and she let her fingers press her panties against her pussy.

The Black men were standing over the girl now. They looked very intimidating and the girl looked very insignificant and Miko couldn’t help but think she was insignificant, too as her fingers pressed her white cotton panties even harder against her pussy.

One of the men was taking his cock out and he was taunting the girl with it. “You want to suck this, don’t you?”

The girl shook her head but Miko knew the truth. Of course she wanted to suck it but it wouldn’t be proper for her to say so.

And besides, the man wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “You want to suck this,” he said again.

Again, the girl demurred and again, Miko was sure she knew the truth as her fingers pushed her damp, little panties against her hungry pussy.

“You want to suck this,” the man said again and this time he was moving his cock forward until he was pressing it against the girl’s lips.

For a moment at least, it seemed as if the girl was going to resist but then that moment was gone and instead of resisting, she was relenting and she let that cock enter her mouth and even as the girl let that cock enter her mouth, Miko was sure she could feel that cock enter her own mouth.

“That’s it,” the man told the girl on screen. “Suck it. Suck that cock.”

She was sucking it, Miko thought. She was sucking it and all the while, there was the man’s friend and he was getting his cock out, too. “What about me?” the friend said.

Miko watched the girl pull her mouth free from the one cock and then she was shifting over to the other one and even as she was sucking the other man’s cock, the first man was pawing at her chest and Miko could feel his hands on her breasts.

And now he was opening her blouse and Miko could feel his hands opening her blouse, too.

And Miko could feel the man’s hands on her breasts and especially on her nipples. Her nipples were always so nice and puffy and even if she couldn’t see the nipples of the girl on screen, Miko was sure the girl on screen had nipples that were just as puffy as hers.

And then the girl on screen was returning her mouth to the first man’s cock and even as she did, Miko could feel her mouth doing the same and now it was the second man’s turn to paw her breasts.

The blouse of the girl on screen now hung open and Miko had just a peek at the white of the bra underneath and Miko couldn’t help but moan. Her own breasts were just aching to be set free from her own bra.

And then the man on screen was doing exactly that and Miko knew it felt good.

And then the girl on screen brought her mouth back to the other man’s cock and it was the first man’s turn to slip the blouse off the girl’s shoulders. Yep, Miko thought. The other girl’s nipples were just as perfectly puffy as hers were just like she knew they’d be.

It wasn’t long before the girl on the bus was naked from the waist up and then she was being pulled up out of her seat and her body was being draped over her seat and as the girl’s skirt was pulled up, Miko could see her white, cotton panties.

But it wouldn’t be that way for long because almost as quickly as those panties had become visible, they’d been pushed down her legs and then stripped from her body to reveal the girl’s little schoolgirl ass.

And then one of the men was behind her and even as she sucked on the one man’s cock, the other one was putting his cock in her little hairless pussy and Miko could feel it, too, not just the removal of her panties but the feel of that cock as it entered her pussy and the feel of that cock as her mouth sucked away at that cock.

The men were switching places and now the girl on screen was riding the one man’s cock even as the other one stood over her and let her suck his cock and even as the girl on screen did what she did, Miko could feel it, too, the feel of that cock as she rode it, the feel of the man’s body against her back, the feel of his hands as he reached around her and groped her tits.

“Now write!”

Those were the words she heard in her headphones and as soon as she heard those words, the images on the screen were gone and Miko was back in her office and her hands instantly flew to the keys and she knew what she had to do. She had to write what she saw but more than that, she had to say how it ended.

She wrote and she wrote and she wrote and when she’d ended, not only was the story complete but her body was exhausted for not only had she completed the story but she’d lived it out in every excruciatingly delightful detail.

She was finally done and she looked over what she’d written, checking and editing her work and then she went back and did it again. It had to be right, she told herself so she’d check it as many times as it took to make it right and finally when she was sure she was done, she submitted her work.

That having been done, Miko just sat at her desk and she waited. There was something else she would have liked to have done but she knew that wasn’t allowed. She knew she was supposed to stay ready but ready for what?

It wasn’t long before her boss, Mr. Yamamoto, showed up at her cubicle. “Miko,” the man said.

“Yes, sir,” the girl said.

“Excellent work,” her boss said.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It’s exactly what you we were looking for,” the man said. “Your story, unlike some of the stories of your, hmm, contemporaries, can be posted right away.”

Miko nodded although she wasn’t sure just exactly what it was she was agreeing to.

“And that means you can have the rest of the day off to do whatever it is you want to do.”

But she didn’t want the rest of her day off, Miko wanted to say, but she knew that that wasn’t what her boss wanted to hear.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, sir.”

“Then get out of here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Miko quickly picked up her things and she left the office but it was still only late morning and she had no idea what it was she wanted to do. It was too early to go home, she thought, and yet she didn’t really have anything she could do.

She supposed she could go eat lunch but really, what good was that? Eating lunch could hardly eat up the entire day and besides, she didn’t really eat that much anyway but still, it was something to do so she went to a sushi place to get a bite to eat.

She’d barely taken her place in line when the man in front of her turned around and looked at her. He was a tall man with a long face and almost from the moment he started to speak, Miko knew the man was an American. “Say,” the man commented. “Weren’t you just here?”

“What?”

“I said, ‘Weren’t you just here.’”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Miko said.

But already the man was scanning the people in the restaurant. “Oh I get it,” he said, “it must have been your sister.”

“My sister,” Miko asked with growing bewilderment, “but I don’t have a sister.”

“Are you sure?” the man asked, “because I’ll tell you, that girl is the spitting image of you, Honey.”

How could she not be sure about something like that, Miko wanted to say but then that would have been disrespectful and besides, when her eyes followed the way the man was pointing, that’s when she saw her. It was a girl and yet what was the most remarkable thing was that the girl was the spitting image of her.

“That is your sister, isn’t it?” the man asked.

Miko shook her head. “I’ve never seen her before,” she said and yet even as she looked at the girl, she did feel as if she and the girl did have something in common.

“Odd,” the man said.

Miko had to agree with the man. It was odd. From the clothes she wore to the way she acted, the girl was a spitting image of her but how could that be?

Maybe it was just coincidence, Miko thought and yet ...

She picked up her tray and she headed out into the restaurant. She already knew where she was going. She was headed straight for the table where the other girl was sitting. “Is this seat taken?” she asked.

The other girl looked up from the book she was reading but if she were surprised to see a girl looking down at her that was a mirror image of herself, she seemed to show no signs of it. “Why hello,” she said. “No, that seat is not taken. Please help yourself.”

Miko took the seat that was offered. “I hope you don’t mind my saying it,” she said, “but we look so much alike.”

“I know,” the girl said.

“My name’s Miko,” the girl said.

“I know. Mine, too.”

“Really?”

“Of course. All of our names are Miko.”

“All of whose names?”

“All of the girls like us.”

“All of what girls?”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“You and I are more alike than you might have imagined. You and I are clones.”

“We’re what?”

“We’re clones.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What part don’t you understand? What a clone is or how we got here?”

“I know what a clone is so I guess it’s the latter.”

“It’s simple, really. They wanted us to write porn.”

“They wanted us to do what?!”

“They wanted us to write porn.”

“Why?”

“Heck if I know. Maybe they couldn’t do it on their own but that’s why we’re here. Our job is to write porn. They show us a movie of something, some situation but always with the same girl. She’s the prime, the person each of us was modeled after, the one each of us was cloned from. She starts it off and then they tell us to write. If we do well, we’re rewarded. If not, well we’re rewarded in other ways.”

Miko didn’t have to ask what the other girl meant by other ways because she already knew what that meant. “I still don’t understand. How ... how do you know about this and I don’t?”

The other girl smiled wanly. “That’s not really important now, is it? What is important is that you won’t remember any of this come tomorrow.

“I won’t? Why not?”

“Have you ever wondered just how it is that you just know what it is that you are expected to wear each and every day? There’s a reason for that and that reason is that they program us each and every night. They put things in our head that they want us to know and they take out things that they don’t want us to know.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“No it didn’t but then if you want my advice, I’d just forget about everything I already told you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to forget it anyway and besides, you’re better off not knowing.”

“Why?”

“You just are.”

That was hardly a very satisfying answer, Miko thought, but it soon became clear that no matter how hard she tried, it was still the only answer she was likely to get.

That night as Miko prepared herself for bed, she couldn’t help but reflect back on what the other Miko had said. If it were true, and she wasn’t sure she even believed half of what the other girl had said, but if it were true, she didn’t want to forget what she had learned but she still wasn’t sure she’d be able to remember it in the morning.

The next morning, a refreshed and carefree Miko awoke to the dawning of a new day. She needed to go to work and she wanted to go to work and so she went to her closet to get herself ready.

Miko’s hands flitted over the clothes in her closet but always it seemed as if her hands kept coming back to one particular outfit and she couldn’t help but wonder why.

Maybe it was because she was a clone, she told herself.

What? she told herself. Now that was just plain silly and she giggled prettily just to show herself how silly she thought the idea was. She wasn’t a clone. There had to be another reason. Her hands once more stroked the outfit. It felt so silky soft. That was why she liked it, she told herself.

She just had to try it on and once she’d tried it on well she knew it was the absolute perfect thing for her to wear.

The skirt was black satin as was the top she wore over her white blouse. She wore white thigh-high stockings and white petticoats and a white headpiece and of course to top it all off, she wore a white apron. That morning as she sat down in front of her computer at work and as she started the newest video, she might have been the only one who said she didn’t look like the quintessential maid but whether Miko thought she looked like a maid or not was irrelevant because that was exactly what she looked like.

Just as she had the day before, Miko donned the headphones that were there at her workstation. “Good morning, Miko-chan,” a voice in her ears said. “Are you ready for another day of work?”

“Yes,” Miko said to no one in particular.

“You will watch a movie,” the voice said. “You will watch a movie and you will write what you see.”

Miko Tanaka opened a folder on her computer and she knew exactly which movie she was supposed to select and then she started it up just like she was supposed to do and she pressed play.

The movie opened on a young girl who was cleaning her master’s study. That the girl was his maid was obvious by her uniform. That she looked very much like Miko was so obvious that it hardly was worth even noticing.

A man entered the scene although Miko could only see him from the back. “Mi-chan,” the camera heard him say, “how long have you been in my employ?”

The maid ducked her head submissively. “Six months,” Miko heard the girl say.

“And in all that time, have you ever given me reason to doubt your loyalty?”

Again, the girl ducked her head. “No,” she mewed plaintively.

“In fact, you have been very loyal.”

“Yes,” the girl mewed.

“Loyalty like that deserves a reward.”

The on-screen maid remained quiet as it was not her place to comment on that one way or the other.

“Come here,” the man said.

“Yes, sir,” the maid said even as she was complying with the order.

As Miko watched the screen, her hand almost unconsciously pushed its way up under her skirt.

“Bend over,” the man said and the onscreen Miko complied.

He was fucking her, Miko realized as she watched and even as she watched, she pushed a finger up inside her pussy. “Mmm,” she moaned. He was fucking her.

“This is what you get for your loyalty,” the man was saying.

“Thank you,” the on-screen Miko mewed again. “Thank you for making me your reward.”

“Oh, I haven’t made you yet,” the man grunted. “Not yet but it’s going to happen real soon.”

“I want it to happen,” the girl mewed.

So did she, Miko thought as she played with her pussy. So did she.

“Now write!”

Miko couldn’t get her hands on her keyboard fast enough. She had to write about what she’d just seen but more than that, she had to describe what she’d felt. Her pussy was just so wet.

And when she was done, Miko looked over what she’d written. It was weird, she thought. It was like her mind didn’t even know what her fingers were typing and yet when she came back to read what she’d written ...

Oh man, that was hot. That was so hot. A maid doing nothing more than her duties and then her boss comes in. He tells her he wants to give her a reward and the maid and the maid in her story had given in. Oh, not at first, of course. She was supposed to be a good girl. She’d tried to rebuff her employer. She had a boyfriend, she tried to tell him and when that didn’t work, she tried to tell him she wasn’t like that. She was a good girl.

But her boss was having none of that. If anything, her plaintive demurrings only seemed to fan his flame. “That’s what I like about you,” he said at one point.

“What?” the girl mewed.

“I like that you’re so shy. I like that you don’t want to do it.”

“You do?”

“I sure do. The more you try to hold back, the more I want you even more.”

“Oh.”

In the end though, as much as she might have tried to put him off, she’d surrendered to him and his cock and she’d loved it when he’d filled her up with his sperm.

After submitting her story, Miko just sat there. She wasn’t sure just what she was waiting for but she knew she was waiting for something.

It wasn’t long before her boss appeared at her office. “Miko,” the man nearly bellowed.

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent work, girl.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“No need to thank me,” the man said. “After all, like I said, excellent work.”

“Thank you,” the girl said again.

The man just grinned even as he shook his head. “You know what I think you should do?” he said.

“What’s that?”

“Take the rest of the day off.”

“Take the rest of the day off? But—”

“No, buts, girl. I mean it. You did a great job so take the rest of the day off. You’ve earned it.”

“If you’re sure—”

“I’m sure. Now go.”

Miko thought nothing of the fact that she was still wearing her maids uniform when she finally stepped out onto the street. The day was young, she told herself, and more important than what she was wearing was that she needed to find something to do.

Well, maybe first she should get a bite to eat, she told herself. There was a sushi place just down the street and if she hurried, maybe she could get in there before the lunch time rush.

It was the uniform that got her attention first. She’d been right about there being a lunch time rush but after paying the cashier and stepping away from the counter, the first thing she was was ... was someone else dressed just like her.

And even that wasn’t the most amazing thing because as she gravitated toward the woman, when the girl looked up, Miko realized she looked just like her.

“Well hello again,” the woman said.

Again, Miko thought. She was sure she’d never met this woman before and yet in the next instant, another thought popped into her head. “You’re a clone,” she said.

“Why yes I am. You remembered.”

Yes, she did remember, Miko thought, or at least she thought she did but then again, she just couldn’t be sure.

“Maybe you don’t remember exactly everything,” the other woman offered.

No, she remembered, Miko thought or at least she thought she did. “We ... we met yesterday,” she said hesitantly.

“That’s right. We did.”

“You said I was a clone.”

“I said we both were, but yes.”

She was starting to remember, Miko thought, but just how the heck could she have forgotten in the first place. “You wouldn’t tell me how you know what you knew about us.”

“That’s right. It’s not my place to tell. You want to know what was done, you’d have to ask the prime.”

“The prime?”

“The one the two of us were both cloned from.”

“Oh.”

“She’s the original. You and I, we’re just the copies.”

“Oh,” Miko said again.

“You shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s not so bad being a copy.”

“It’s not?”

“Absolutely not. We’re copies which means no one gives us a second thought. Our job is simply to be sexy and write about hot sex.”

“It is?”

“Sure it is, and besides, the prime, she couldn’t do what we do anyway.”

“She couldn’t?”

“Mm mmm. We’re copies and like any copies, even the best copies, there’s a little something that gets lost in the translation.”

“I’m not sure I follow you,” Miko said.

“We were built for sex,” the other Miko said, “but when in the course of normal events, the prime would reach her breaking point, we can keep right on going because we’re not quite so vulnerable as she is.”

“You mean—”

“I mean in a way, she’s weaker than us. The things they do to us would affect her even more strongly because she’s more real.”

“The things?”

“Nothing.”

“No. Not nothing. What did you mean by that?”

“I didn’t mean anything, really. Hey, did you know she gets to finish things off?”

“Finish what off?”

“Finish the scene.”

“What scene?”

“Every morning, you watch a video right, except it ends before it’s done, right? Well, the prime gets to finish that scene off.”

“You mean like the scene this morning with the maid and her employer?”

“I mean she got to go all the way with him all the way to the end with his cock cumming inside her pussy.”

“But ... but that’s not fair.”

“What’s fair got to do with it?”

Miko shook her head. She didn’t have a good answer to that.

And she still didn’t have a good answer to that later that night as she prepared herself to go to bed. What did fair have to do with it?

In a way, it didn’t really matter because if the other girl was right, they’d do something to her overnight and they’d make her forget and they’d get her prepped for whatever it was that she was going to be doing tomorrow, but the thing was she didn’t want to forget. She wanted to remember and once again, she had that thought.

It just wasn’t fair.

The next day found Miko at her closet and once more, she seemed to know instinctively just what it was she was supposed to wear. On this day, she was wearing a leather skirt and a leather vest and fingerless gloves and she wore a pair of ankle-high boots.

She knew what the intent was. She was supposed to look tough but she wasn’t supposed to be tough. She was supposed to ...

She was supposed to look like a pop star. Heck, put a microphone in her hand and Miko had the idea that she could sing.

She tried to tell herself that was silly but the thought remained. She was a pop star. That was what she was.

And as much as she knew differently, that thought remained with her even as she made her way into work and even as she started up her computer.

She put the headphones on and then she opened up the folder. She knew just which file she was supposed to open and she knew it was a video that she was supposed to watch.

It didn’t surprise her that the girl on screen looked exactly like her. Heck, it almost would have surprised her if it would have been anything different.

The girl on screen was in her dressing room and there was another girl there, working on her make-up, and there was a guy there as well. From what Miko could tell, the guy must have been a stage hand because he was trying to give her directions about where she was supposed to go and when she was supposed to enter.

Like she didn’t know these things, Miko thought. She wasn’t sure how she knew these things except she was sure that the on-screen version of her knew and in a way, she thought, that meant she knew.

And then suddenly, there was another man there and in her mind, Miko was thinking, uh oh, the manager. What’s he doing here?

“Everyone out,” the man ordered and the various helpers scattered.

“Is something wrong?” the on-screen Miko asked.

“That’s a good question,” the man said.

“Something is wrong.”

“Maybe, but then again, maybe not.”

“What’s wrong?” the girl asked. “How can I help?”

“That’s exactly the right question to ask,” the manager began. “As you know, I took you under my wing and I gave you a start in this industry when no one else would.”

“Hai. Yes. I know.”

“I expected that if you succeeded, I would be rewarded.”

“Haven’t you been,” the girl asked. “Don’t you make a percentage off of everything I make?”

“I’m not talking about money,” the man growled.

“No?” the confused girl asked. “Then what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about something a little bit more personal.”

“Like what?”

“Get down off of that chair and kneel in front of me.”

The on-screen Miko looked confused and yet she did exactly what she’d been told to do and from Miko’s vantage point in her office, she couldn’t help but feel her heat rise. Oh my God, Miko thought. He was going to use her. Oh my God. That girl was so lucky.

“I think you know what to do,” the on-screen Miko’s manager told her.

Miko knew exactly what to do. She looked up at him and then she was looking down at his pants as her hands unzipped his zipper and her hands took out his cock.

“Yeah, you know what to do. Suck on that.”

Damn, that was hot, Miko thought as she watched the other girl suck the cock. It had been clear that the other girl had been ready to go on stage in just a matter of moments and now here she was, blithely foregoing all that for an opportunity to suck her manager’s cock. She couldn’t help but moan as she rubbed her damp panties up against her pussy and watched the girl suck the man’s cock.

“I always knew you were going to be a good cock sucker,” the man said as he pushed the other Miko off of his dick, “but I think we should try something else. Stand up.”

Miko stood.

“Turn around and bend over and put your hands on that chair.”

Miko turned around and she bent over and she put her hands on the chair that she’d been sitting on just a few minutes before.

“Let’s see what we have here,” the man said as he unzipped the girl’s skirt and even as he was doing that, Miko was unzipping her own skirt.

The man pulled the other Miko’s skirt down and exposing her tight, little thong. “Would you look at that,” he said as his hands stroked the girl’s bottom. “Would you look at that? Would you look at what a cute, little bottom you have.”

The other girl’s bottom was the same as hers, Miko told herself, so if the man thought the other Miko had a cute bottom, then it must mean he liked hers, too, Miko thought.

And now he was pulling the other Miko’s thong down and he was sliding his fingers between the other girl’s legs and it was almost as if Miko could feel his fingers on her own pussy. “Would you look at that,” the man said. “Would you look at how wet you are?”

Mmm yeah, Miko thought. She was wet. She was so very wet.

And now the man had his cock out and he was teasing his cock up against the other girl’s pussy. “I’ll bet you want this.”

Miko shivered in anticipation. She was sure she could feel it. She was sure she could feel his cock against her pussy and it would only take him pushing his cock against her to have his cock fucking her pussy and then he was and Miko couldn’t help but moan as he entered her.

“Now write!”

Even though the screen went dark, with the picture of that cock about to fuck the shit out of the other Miko’s pussy, Miko wasn’t about to waste any time. She just knew she had to write about what she’d seen. She just knew she had to get her thoughts down on paper.

She wrote and wrote and wrote until there was nothing left to write and it was only then that Miko pulled her hands back and she reviewed what she’d just written and she was aghast at what she found there. “I am a clone,” the first line began and from there, it only got worse. “My sole purpose in life is to write porn.”

How the hell could she have written that, Miko wondered. It didn’t have anything to do with the scene that she’d been watching on her computer.

“I get horny watching porn,” her words went on to say. “I get horny and I write down what I see and what I feel.”

No, no, no. That was wrong. Well, it was right actually, but obviously, she couldn’t say that so why had she written it and the worst part about it was that she had no idea why she’d written it.

I can’t turn this in, she told herself. I’m going to have to erase it all and start over from scratch.

Miko couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling as she watched the words she’d just written disappear in an instant. This was bad. This was so bad.

She wrote the story again and this time when she reviewed it, it said what it was supposed to say. It wasn’t as hot as her first version, Miko had to admit but at least this was something she could turn in. She reviewed it once more and then she waited.

And she waited.

And she waited some more.

Finally, her boss showed up. “Miko,” he said, “I’d like to talk to you about your latest submission.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I expect you realize it wasn’t up to your latest contributions.”

“I tried, sir.”

Yes, well as I’m sure you know, tried isn’t good enough around here. We need something with a little more pop to it. That’s why I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“Hai. I know that,” Miko said.

Yamamoto-san stepped aside and as he did, another man entered her office and as Miko looked, she realized she knew this man. It was the sleazy promoter from the video she’d just watched only ... only it wasn’t him exactly. He looked like him but he wasn’t him.

“I understand you’ve been a bad girl,” the man was saying. “I understand you don’t want to do what you’re told.”

Miko nodded numbly. What was going on here?

“You under stand this is for your own good,” the man said.

What was?

“Stand up,” the man said and Miko did exactly what the man told her to do.

“So you want to be a performer,” the man said. “Well, how about we see just how good a performer you can really be. Turn around.”

Again, Miko did as she was told to do.

She could feel the man’s hands on her hips and then he was taking her shorts down. “You’re not wearing any panties,” the man said.

Mmm yeah, Miko thought. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she didn’t care who knew it.

“Let’s see just how good a performer you really are.”

Miko couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man’s cock slide up inside her pussy. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. That was so good.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” the man groaned. “It’s so nice and tight and it’s just right for fucking.”

It was just right for fucking, Miko realized.

“But you have to do better,” the man said.

Do better, Miko thought. What was he talking about?

“You have to write your stories better or else you’re going to get fucked again and again and again.”

That wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to her, Miko thought.

“You wouldn’t want that to happen,” the man said again. “After all, you’re a good girl. You wouldn’t want that to happen.”

She was a good girl, Miko told herself.

“You wouldn’t want people going around now calling you a slut, would you?”

No, she wouldn’t want that, Miko told herself.

“Because as we all know, only sluts would let strange men that they didn’t even know fuck them hard until they came in her pussies.”

Oh my God, Miko thought. What was she doing? He was fucking her hard. Oh my God. She didn’t want this but she couldn’t stop herself. She was going to let a strange man cum in her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Oh fuck was right, Miko realized. He was actually doing it. He was cumming in her pussy.

“There you go,” the man told her as he finally pulled his cock free. “Now remember, a good girl like you shouldn’t want to be fucked like that.”

No, she shouldn’t, Miko told herself.

“Now, get out of here, and next time, remember to do better.”

“I will,” Miko promised and then she was pulling her shorts up around her still cum-filled pussy. “I’ll do better,” she promised again.

“You’d better.”

Miko staggered out of the building and she blinked against the harsh sunshine. She felt like such a slut, she told herself, but she wasn’t a slut.

She needed to go somewhere where she could regroup and almost as soon as that thought was in her head, she knew exactly where it was she wanted to go.

The lunch crowd was already beginning to die out as Miko entered the sushi bar and as far as Miko was concerned, that was just fine with her. She really didn’t want anyone to see her because she was sure that anyone who did see her would be able to tell that she was a slut who let strange men fuck her pussy.

And that’s when Miko saw her. The girl. The one who looked like her and as soon as she saw her, she remembered again, not just what the girl had told her before but what she’d written earlier that day. She took her tray and she worked her way through the restaurant. “Hi,” she said shyly.

The girl looked up at Miko. “Back again, I see.”

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Miko asked.

“Be my guest.”

“I was thinking about what you were saying,” Miko began as she took a seat across from the girl.

“Which is what?”

“You know,” Miko said. “About us being clones.”

“So you remembered that, did you?”

Miko nodded. “Not at first,” she said, “but I screwed up today.”

“Did you now? How did that happen?”

“When I started writing, I started writing about how I was clone whose sole purpose in life was to write hot, porn stories.”

“Uh oh. I’ll bet that didn’t go over at all well.”

Miko shook her head. “Well, I didn’t actually turn it in, you know, but I had to erase the whole thing and then I had to start all over from scratch and afterwards, Mr. Yamamoto came to my cubicle with the man from the video or ... or at least it was someone who looked like him and the man told me I was a slut for letting strange men have sex with me in public.”

“And did you believe him?”

“Of course. I was mortified by it, of course, but how could I say no to what a man said to me.”

The other Miko just nodded.

“Can you tell me something?”

“What do you want to know?”

“How do you know what you know?”

“I already told you. I can’t tell you that.”

Miko shook her head. “That’s not what I meant exactly. “What I meant is how do you keep remembering it. I mean, you were right. I hardly even remembered it in the morning but you always seem to know everything.”

The other girl smiled. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that either.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

Miko couldn’t help but not like that answer. That the other girl was hiding something was obvious but how could Miko get it out of her whatever the heck that big, bad secret was.

“Is there anything else?” the other Miko asked.

Maybe, Miko thought. Maybe if she could get the other girl alone.

“Is there anything else?” the other Miko asked again.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Miko asked.

“What?”

“Would you like to come back to my place? I mean, I’m assuming that you’re off for the day so I thought maybe you could come over and we could hang out. I mean, if you’re not busy, that is.”

The other girl smiled. “I wouldn’t be here if I had work to do. Neither would you.”

She was right about that, Miko realized.

But then the other Miko was smiling. “Sure,” she said. “We can go back to your place.”

The idea was to get the other girl back to her place and maybe get some wine into her. Get her drunk a little. Get her to loosen up. Get her defenses down and then hit her again and it seemed to be working so well. “Tell me something,” Miko said as innocuously as she could.

“If I can.”

“Tell me about the prime.”

“The prime? Why do you want to know about her?”

“I just do,” Miko said.

“She’s just like us,” the other girl said. “There’s nothing all that special about her.”

“Except that she created us.”

“She didn’t create us!”

“Yeah? Who did?”

“I can’t say.”

“But the prime?”

“She’s just a girl, just like us. In a way, she’s not even as good as us.”

Miko let it drop. She wasn’t sure why but something had gotten the other girl agitated and she didn’t want to get her new friend all upset. “Don’t worry about it,” Miko said. “I was just wondering.”

“Why do you want to know about her anyway?”

“You said she gets to complete the scenes?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to complete the scenes. Just once, I’d like to do that.”

“You do do that.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I suppose I do.”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“Can we drop it then?”

“Sure, we can drop it.”

“Thanks.”

It was some time later after the two girls had had dinner and some more wine that Miko finally thought the time was right. The two Mikos were sitting on the couch and sipping some wine. “It’s you, isn’t it?” he asked.

“It’s me, what?”

“You’re the prime, aren’t you?”

The other Miko looked about nervously before returning Miko’s gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Sure you do. You’re the prime.”

“Listen, would you keep it down?”

“Why? Are you worried someone might here us?”

“Yes.”

“There’s no one here.”

“You never know.”

“But you are the prime?”

“If I say yes, will you keep it down.”

“I’ll keep it down but not because you asked me to. You are the prime.”

“Yes,” the other Miko said quietly.

“I knew it.”

“How did you know?”

“It was simple really. Two reasons really. The first was that you knew too much.”

“I knew too much?”

“You’re right about them wiping our minds clean. Ever since I met you, I’ve been going over what you told me before I go to bed and somehow in the morning, I’m able to remember just a little bit of it but you, you know everything. That’s how I knew.”

“Oh. You, um, you said there was a second reason.”

“Yes, that.”

“What is it?”

“You’re drunk.”

“I ... I am not,” the other Miko protested weakly.

“You are too, but I don’t get drunk. I kind of wish I could just to know what it feels like.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Actually, it does. You said the prime was weaker in some ways because we weren’t exact copies. Apparently, I lack your intolerance to liquor.”

“Can you get up?” Miko asked.

“I ... I don’t know.”

“Try.”

The other Miko looked at Miko’s hands that were being offered up to her and then she was letting herself be pulled out of her chair.

“Come on,” Miko said. “Let’s get you ready for bed.”

The other Miko let herself be led into the bedroom.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Miko said. “I always sleep in the nude. How about you?”

The other Miko nodded meekly.

“Good then. Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Why?”

“Because you and I are going to switch places.”

“We are?”

“We are. From now on, I’m going to be the prime and you, you’re going to be the clone.”

The other Miko offered up no resistance as her clone removed every last article of clothing and when Miko pulled back the covers and pointed at the bed, the other Miko blithely did exactly what she was told to do as she got into bed.

“There you go,” Miko said. “All nice and comfy?”

The other Miko nodded.

“Good. Now if you’re right, and I’m really betting that you are, the programming is going to affect you more than it ever affected me so I’m that by tomorrow morning when you wake up, you won’t remember any of this. You’ll be free and happy to live my life and I’ll be free and happy living yours.”

The other Miko said absolutely nothing as Miko leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Good night,” Miko said and with that, she switched off the light.

The next morning when Miko awoke, she had very little recollection of what had happened the day before. In fact, if she’d bothered to think about it at all, she would have told herself that not much had happened and that was just fine with her.

Miko couldn’t help but race across the room to her closet. It was the start of a new day and she couldn’t wait to see what she was going to wear.

It wasn’t long before Miko found herself dressed once more as a schoolgirl. She couldn’t help it, she told herself. She liked dressing as a schoolgirl in her little pleated skirt and her white blouse. She liked being dressed that way. It made her feel like an innocent and there was something that was just so right when she was blissfully ignorant.

It wasn’t long before Miko was at work and the she was sliding behind her desk. She switched on her computer and as she waited for the machine to power up, she couldn’t help but reflect on how lucky she was.

Just as she was sure she’d done so many times before, she opened up a video and she pressed the Play button.

The scene opened up on another girl, a girl who was not only dressed the way she was but was in fact an exact copy of her. The girl was sitting on a sofa in a study somewhere and it was clear that the girl was busy studying when a man came into the room. “Miko,” the man said.

That was cool, Miko thought as she watched the screen. The girl on screen had the same name as her and Miko couldn’t help but pull up her skirt and let her fingers play against her panties.

The girl on screen quickly jumped to her feet. “You’re home early, Mr. Henderson,” she said.

“I had to see how my kids were doing,” the man said, “and while I was at it, I thought I’d check up on their babysitter as well.”

“On me?” the on-screen Miko squeaked.

“Of course. I feel like you are, after all, a part of this family.”

“Thank you, Mr. Henderson.”

Yes, thank you, Miko thought as she watched the two people on screen and she couldn’t help but push her panties even harder against her needy, little pussy.

“Come here,” the man was telling the on-screen girl and the on-screen Miko went to the man.

“Turn around.”

The on-screen Miko turned around so that the man was behind her.

The man stepped up behind her and he put his arms around her, one arm draped across her chest and the other one slipping its fingers between her legs. “I like you like this,” he said.

“You do?”

“I think you know what you need.”

Maybe not what she needed, Miko thought as she watched the couple on-screen, but certainly what she wanted or at least what she would have wanted if she were in the other girl’s place, Miko thought as she pushed her fingers under her panties and pressed her fingers right up against her pussy.

“Ooh, Mr. Henderson, you’re so big,” the on-screen Miko moaned.

Yes, Miko thought. That was just what she wanted. She wanted a big man with a big cock.

“Now write!”