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Chapter contributed by : Alchemist

Untouchables Part 1: stSE (now Alchemist)
Part of the Market Commodity Recycled Sagas
Clone characters: Lambo - Sideswipe Clone, Gunner - Bluestreak Clone
Humans: Janet
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Janet returned her friend’s clone’s smile. As she and Michelle talked, she observed how the Sideswipe clone leaned back and silently enjoyed small sips of his Dr Pepper as he listened to them. She’d known him for well over a year now. Thought of him more as a human than a mere pet that Michelle was extremely attached to. His cheerful and joking personality had helped her through a rather nasty divorce. For though everything about him was ‘man’, because he was a droid that was super loyal to his owner, Janet didn’t feel she needed to keep her guard up around him.
He seemed to study her as much as she studied him. As she griped - once again - about how lost she felt now that her world had completely changed, he dared to jump into the conversation. “Maybe you should use some of the divorce settlement to buy, I dunno, like one of us? You know, keep you company and everything.” He gave her a lewd wink as he said that last word. His lip components curled up in a mischievous grin.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s so NOT funny - and you damn well know it!” she growled as she kicked him under the table.
He merely snickered as he moved his leg units out of her range. “Or go back to working with those cat rescues like you used to. Though I think you’d be far more satisfied with one of US around. Hahahahaha!” He moved his arm off the table before she could peg him for THAT joke too.
Rolling her eyes at him, she turned to Michelle. “How you put up with him 24/7 is beyond me!” she exclaimed.
Michelle added her snicker to his. Since she was sitting next to him in the restaurant booth, she curled her hand around his waist and gave him a peck on his cheek. “He does keep things lively for sure. But I think he’s right. You’d get out of your lost and lonely funk with a loyal clone at your side. Men sure suck - but these mechs do not!”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Janet rolled her eyes again. “I’m not blowing my settlement on some droid! I just need to find a cause to be passionate about!” Taking another bite of her salad, she just ignored them as they kissed.
As Michelle went back to eating her burger, the Sideswipe clone studied her friend. As one of the more intelligent models, he was always watching the news and reading articles about clones online. He had recently seen an interesting story about how some clones were used in the porn industry and seemed to have a higher rate of programming glitches compared to those who were not. “Why not do some research on why clones used in porn have more glitches than those of us who are not? You know, like rescue one of the porn clones and see what it takes to fix him?”
Janet spit out her food in total shock. Staring at him, she was absolutely speechless for a moment. “They use clones - for porn? Are you fucking serious?!?” she exclaimed in total disbelief. She’d never been much of a porn conessuire herself. Her mental fantasies had always been more than enough.
He nodded. “Yeah, I read an online story about it. They even use them for live S&M stuff in Nevada. It’s like perfectly legal there. You know, like, most people don’t think we truly experience emotions and shit.” He grinned as he received another peck on the cheek from his human. She most definitely knew he felt emotions at least as much as a pet dog did. “You could, like, buy a couple of them and maybe start a blog about what you discover about the programming and personality changes and shit. I think it would be a big hit!”
Long ago, Janet had tried to become an investigative journalist. Then she had met a wealthy prince charming and put all her dreams aside. Of course, that romance just crashed and burned in the nasty divorce. Her friend and him knew the entire story. It was part of the reason she had once been heavily involved in helping to investigate animal abuse cases for the cat sanctuary. She looked from her friend and him and back again. Her depression lifted a bit as she thought about it. “You know what Red? You actually have a good idea for once!”
He snickered a bit, not bothered by the slight insult at all. “My ideas are always good. You just don’t agree with them! Hahahaha!” he shot back.
They finished their lunch. Joking about less sensitive subjects…
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Later that night as she settled herself in bed and clicked on her tv, Janet thought about what Red had said. Setting her smart tv to internet search mode, she searched for S&M Clone adult videos. Her eyes opened wide in amazement at the sheer amount of videos that were available! Searching through them, she was drawn to a series starring a twin of Reds. Another Sideswipe clone with the screen name of ‘Insatiable Sammy’. Ok, she couldn’t help but snicker at how bad that porn name was!
So she clicked on the first episode and began to watch……
The opening scene began with the Sideswipe clone running for his life. His optics seemed full of fear as the gang of clones caught up to him and threw him down on the ground. A fight scene unfolded. With the gang growling that they knew he wanted it - while he tried to fight them off while screaming that he didn’t want it. Eventually, they got him down and tied his hands behind his back. He was still acting as if he was unwilling. Even as they forced him to kneel and shoved his face plate in the lap of one who had activated his cable.
The camera zoomed in on the forced head job action. The Sideswipe actor had his head forced up and down. The thick cable dissapearing up to it’s hilt down his throat. Being very familiar with another clone of his model, Janet studied his expression intently. Either he was an extremely good actor, or he was truly unwilling and being forced to perform. She paused the video for a moment, the screen now full of his face with his lips surrounding the base of the cable now down his throat. Something about the look in his blue optics seemed to draw her to him. Made her feel some emotion towards him. Arching her eyebrows at her own intense reaction to the actor, she pushed play.
As the action resumed, the camera angle changed to show a clone drilling him from behind. That clone was of a Decepticon seeker model. He smacked the clone’s aft again and again as he mercilessly drilled into his aft port. Snarling about how tight a virgin port was around his cable. How the gang was going to really break in that virgin port tonight!
Muffled screams could be heard from the Sideswipe clone. Anytime his head was pulled alomst off the cable he was blowing - he screamed for them to stop. Screamed that it hurt. Screamed that he didn’t want this. Screamed for help. But yet the action kept going. For the next hour of the video he was fucked nonstop by every clone in the gang. At the end of it, all the fight seemed to have been drained out of him. He just lay there moaning - or more like groaning softly and begging them to stop - as clone after clone took their turns using him.
Janet was very disturbed as the video ended and credits rolled across the screen. Maybe he WAS truly just acting - or maybe she had actually just witnessed and actual clone style gang rape? Since clones weren’t considered living beings, there were no laws against it. Though she knew that they did indeed have emotions and feelings - and needs. Just like dogs and cats.
Deciding that she needed to see if ‘Insatiable Sammy’ did change in personality with this type of usage, she glanced through all of the series episodes he was listed in. It appeared that he had been doing this line of work for well over two years now! There was definitely a lot of material to view, to research.
Getting out a pad of paper, she jotted down notes about his reactions and apparent emotions during the action of the first video of the series. The first video he’d been an actor in. She wrote down how many clone actors had ‘gang banged’ him in it, and what acts they had done. Then she picked up the remote and selected a video released several episodes after the first one.
The video opened with Insatiable Sammy staggering through some dark eerie woods. His fear seemed palpable as he twitched with every rustle of branches in the darkness around him. Dark music added to the scene. Then suddenly, a foot was apparently caught in a trap. He was immediately hoisted upside down by the one leg - screaming in fear. A pack of clones seemed to swarm his helplessly swinging body then. His hands were rapidly tied behind him.
In this episode, no clone forced him to give them a blow job. He was left free to scream and plead as he remained hanging helpless upside down while the pack of clones forced him to fuck two at a time. The camera got lots of closeups of his two ports being rammed furiously as he continued to scream with each thrust. He was sandwiched between clones as they pumelled him mercilessly.
For the remaining hour of the episode, he was forced into various hanging positions while various pairs of clones rammed him without much of a break. Some even began to make him give them blowjobs while he was double penetrated by others. They made fun of his screams. Smacked him around a bit. Basically did every degrading thing one could do while raping someone. The final scene was the gang disappearing, leaving him tied up, still hanging from a rope, his defeated groans blending into the crickets in the night.
Even more disturbed than she was after watching the first episode, Janet pulled out her pad of paper and jotted down her observations. One thing that was very different during this episode was that he never cried for help. Never pleaded for them to stop. His optics had a defeated look in them very soon after they had started to rape him. The expression in them seemed to almost haunt her….
Going to an episode twenty episodes later, Janet selected it. …..
It opened with ‘Insatiable Sammy’ walking towards a biker bar that was crowded with badguy acting clones. They all eyeballed him with predatory expressions on their faceplates. Janet paused the video and zoomed it on his face plate. He had an almost dead look to his optics now. His optics seemed dull and totally lifeless. Thinking back to the abused dogs and cats she had once helped to rescue and rehab, Janet KNEW that look. She’d seen it in a multitude of abused and neglected dog’s eyes. She jotted this observation down in the notebook, as well as how many episodes and months he had so far been in.
Back in the far corners of her mind, she also remembered herself having the same look. It was after the last time her ex had pushed her down and threatened her. It was the day she had walked out of their home and found a divorce attorney. Shaking her head a bit, she forced those self defeating thoughts from her mind. She was done with him! She was a free woman now!
Pushing play, she braced herself for another long episode involving clones raping clones. For some reason this poor clone had been chosen for this particular type of porn acting. In this episode, he really didn’t fight much when two clones grabbed him and chained his arms behind him. He didn’t plead much as they bent him over a bar stool and one thrust into his dry and unready port. He merely whimpered. A slow tear dripping down his grey cheek plate as that clone impailed him without any concern as to if he was enjoying it or not. Then another one forced his mouth open and thrust his cable in, holding his helm still as he pummeled his throat while moaning in abandon.
Another ‘victim’ clone was also dragged in and raped next to the Sideswipe clone. This one was a Bluestreak clone. His optics were still bright with fear. He still tried to wiggle away from them. Tried to kick them. Tried to fight. But it was to no avail. He was fucked and forced to give blowjobs to just as many clones as the Sideswipe clone was.
Almost sixty minutes went by in the video. Janet lost count of how many clones raped the Sideswipe and Bluestreak clones. Then they bound their legs together, threw them face down on top of a pool table and were forced to curl their legs underneath themselves. This exposed their well used ports for more action. They were facing away from each other, afts almost touching. The clone biker gang then forced one end of a narrow beer bottle in the forward port of the Sideswipe clone. Then forced the Bluestreak clone’s hips backwards and began to force the bigger bottom end into his forward port. Unlike the Sideswipe clone who just groaned and accepted his fate, the Bluestreak clone screamed and pleaded with the biker gang. Trying to get them to stop.
Of course, he was forced to have the larger part of the beer bottle crammed into his forward port. Tears flowed from his optics as he screamed how it was ripping him. How they were hurting him. Janet could see the Sideswipe clone cringe as he listened to the other victim’s cries. Then they were both silenced as they were forced to give blowjobs again while they both fucked the beer bottle connecting them.
Janet stopped the video and jotted down notes for both victim clones. She couldn’t watch the rest of that particular one, since it showed the pair of victims being forced to fuck various bottles between them. Some of which were way too big to do anything but cause agony when forced inside a port.
Scrolling down the episode list, she clicked on one of the most recent ones. It had both the Sideswipe and Bluestreak clones in it. By this point the Sideswipe clone had done two full seasons, and the Bluestreak clone one full season. This one she only watched the intro scene and last scene. The Bluestreak clone now had the same dead look in his optics as the Sideswipe clone had. They both appeared to just be going through the paces with total hopelessness. They had no fight left. Neither pleaded for the other clones to stop. They merely groaned as they allowed them to force them to do whatever act they wanted. Groans which could be mistakened for moans - if the viewer had not watched the earlier episodes. Or if the viewer just didn’t care.
As the credits ran, Janet wrote down where everything was filmed and what company provided the clone actors. As the screen went dark, she was finally filled with a purpose. Feeling the grips of her depression vanish - she knew without a doubt that she had to find those two clones - and make them hers!
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**Several months later, At a brothel somewhere in Nevada, where people could enjoy watching live S&M porn shows and even rent use of the clone actors themselves**
Hearing the announcer call out his stage name, Insatiable Sammy obediently walked out onto the stage set. It was yet another shift of being tormented with S&M action for the amusement and arousal of the spectators. He glanced around at the viewing rooms with clear fronts. Viewing rooms that kept the spectators from seeing or hearing each other, but yet all able to see and hear the action on the set. He let out a defeated sigh as he glanced at the humans all waiting to see him tortured for who knows how many hours this time.
As a few of the clones who were usually ordered to rape him came out, he went through the well practiced routine of pretending to fight them, being subdued, tied up and then the rapes began. They’d done this same routine so many times, he’d long lost count of it. Though he went through the motions of pretending to fight and scream and plead for them to stop - inside he was just numb. He was just waiting for the day he’d finally find peace in the dump. He just didn’t care anymore. All he was was an inanimate toy for the humans to torture for their own pleasure.
As his lip components and ports became raw and sore by being forced to accomodate cables inflated to maximum dimensions, he glanced around at the humans he could see watching. Most of which were in pairs and getting busy with each other as well. Some had rented fellow porn actor clones and were getting busy with them as they watched him. This was a normal shift here. He tensed as the cable in his forward port was replaced by the neck of a wine bottle. He felt another one enter his aft port. God did he hate it when their human managers decided the crowd wanted to see some live action bottle fucking! He cringed as they were forced into him. His ports not designed to take their width. Tears of pain began to flow from the edges of his optics. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit or lay down comfortably for a few shifts after this. The daily live shows were going to be true agony to endure for a while!
As he screamed against the cable down his throat, he understood that that was exactly what his human owners wanted. It was the only way they could get him to truly scream and fight anymore. To make his ports so sore and damaged that he couldn’t help but fight to try to avoid interfacing! His world went red for sixty minutes as total agony roared through his ports. He screamed. He fought against his bonds with every thrust of those two bottles within him. He couldn’t help but plead for them to stop.
Finally, it was over. He lay limply over the table as the rape play ended. Emotionally and physically exhausted. His fellow actors took off his bonds. Forced him to stagger to his peds and bow to the applause from the private viewing rooms. He began to follow them out. Hopeful that they would just let him go to his tiny, bare cubicle. To rest and repair the damage caused to his ports by the show. A manager stopped him. Groaning inside, the clone obediently turned away from the path to his small dark cubicle. One of the viewers had rented him. Looking at the ground, the Sideswipe clone slowly and painfully walked towards the specified viewing room. He dreaded it with every slow step.
Knocking on the door, he opened it after a female voice welcomed him. Scanning the room as he entered, he was a bit surprised to find only a single human inside. To be honest, it was the first time he’d ever seen a single woman in a viewing room like this. Normally, it was couples of men, or a man and a woman, or even a single man. Women just never came to these kind’ve establishments alone. As she patted the couch next to her, he obediently sat down there. Cringing a bit as his ports screamed in renewed agony from the pressure. “How may I be of service to you, ma-am?” he asked. The line so well practiced, he didn’t even have to think about what to say.
For a moment, she seemed to study his optics, his faceplate, before she answered. Shifting herself so that she was tightly against his side armor, she set a hand on his thigh armor. “Do you mind cuddling with me a bit?”
His optic ridges went up a bit in surprise as she seemed to ask him if he actually wanted to cuddle with her. That was very odd. Sliding an arm around her, he pulled her more tightly to his side. “I am yours to do with as you see fit,” he said in a flat and emotionless tone. Now facing the very stage he had just been tortured on for the last three hours, Sammy felt his core sink as the Bluestreak clone he’d been costar in so many films with, stepped on stage. He hated to see his fellow actor play victim and be tortured - just as much as he hated to be tortured himself.
“That is true,” the woman replied. She seemed to shift a bit, so that she was even tighter to his side. Then she slid into his lap, her arms circling his neck linkages, her lips so close to his audio receptor that he could feel her breath against it. “And deep inside, you hate that fact of your existence - don’t you?” she whispered in his audio.
Surprised at her words, he jerked his helm back a bit so that he could see her eyes. “I exist - for the pleasure of humans,” he stated in a flat tone. His optics were dark and broody. He shifted underneath her, for her mere weight in his lap was causing agony in his still exposed ports. Like the other actor clones, he was under orders to never close his protective port panels around clients. Figuring she wanted his arms around her, he obliged.
Pulling a hand from around his neck, she tapped him on his nose with a tssskkk tssssk. “You avoided answering the question. Though I assume that you’re not allowed to answer such a question - are you?” she whispered as she glanced around the room as if looking for bugs. Reaching over him and into her bag, she pulled out a small plastic bottle. “I order you to hold out your hand,” she smiled as his optics opened wide as he realized what was in that bottle. He held his hand out without question, his engine choking just a bit as she squeezed some of the port numbing agent into his palm. “I’m assuming that you know what I want you to do with that - or do I have to spell it out for you hmmm?” she taunted a bit.
Arching himself up a bit, he carefully slid his hand between her body and his. He actually let out a sigh of relief as he coated his ripped ports with the gel. The numbness came on swiftly. “You are not our normal type of client,” he commented as he made a show of rubbing his other hand along her soft thigh. By the way she was whispering, it was obvious she didn’t want his management to overhear much. Though with the Bluestreak clone’s screams beginning to flood the viewing room and the porn music that started with the rather violent S&M scene playing out on the stage - they did have a measure of privacy now.
She gave him a warm smile as he wiped his now somewhat numb hand on the couch next to them to get the rest of the gel off of it. “That’s because I’m not a client. I’m a single woman looking for a clone who wants to be rescued from a horrible life,” she took his lips in a deep kiss. Allowing him to process her words for a moment. Slowly parting lips, she locked eyes with him as she let her hands wander a bit. “I know you’re just a porn actor, but that’s not what you truly want to be. Just as I’m currently acting as if I want you in that manner. But that’s not what I truly want from you.” She purred in such a low voice that he could barely hear her over the other actor’s screams and the music.
He searched her eyes. No human had approached him like this in all the years since his activation! No human had understood he considered his life nothing but a torturous existence! But what if she was a plant? An actor herself? Someone sent to find out if clones admitted their true feelings to clients? He’d heard of such people. Heard how horrible the punishment for clones who admitted their true feelings were! His optics grew hard. “You can tell our boss that I’m happy. That I’ll continue to do anything management says!”
Her jaw fell open in total disbelief. “You think I'm an actress working for your owner?!? Oh my god! You are so fucking funny!!” She patted the side of his helm with an understanding hand. “Don’t worry about it. Abused dogs often fight to stay with the owners who abuse them too.” She boldly kissed his lips again. Then locked optics with him, “As soon as the manager confirms that my credit card payment is good, I’m your NEW OWNER.” She chuckled a bit as disbelief and confusion filled his optics. “Yes, Sammy, my name is Janet Smith and soon the manager will inform you of your change in ownership.”
Confusion ran through his entire being. Her eyes spoke of true honesty. But did he believe her?!? Did he dare not to believe her?!? Fear and anxiety also flowed through him. Fear of a possible unknown life ahead of him! True, he hated his life here - but he was used to it. Knew the expectations! He was actually speechless as he stared at her in a mixture of disbelief and fear.
“God! You have the same expression as a scared abused dog being taken away to the pound. To be rescued from horror and given a shot at a happy life.” She carressed his helm with a gentle hand as she waited for the manager to come in and inform the clone of his new ownership. The Bluestreak clone actor’s screams became muffled as he was forced to give a blowjob on stage while his cable was being shocked by electricity from the lines currently wrapped around it. She tried to ignore the fact that her soon-to-be other clone had to endure a final session of torture before she could free him. She couldn’t talk management out of his scheduled show. “I’m buying your friend too. Wouldn’t want you to be totally alone facing your new life.”
A knock at the door stopped Sammy from replying to her. His manager poked his helm in. “Payment has gone through. As soon as Sapphire is done with his scheduled show, you can take them both.” With that, he closed the door. Didn’t even bother to look at his longtime acting clone. No good bye or nothing. To him, he’d been no more animate than a toaster.
Sammy trembled in anxiety as his new owner’s eyes turned back to his. He filed her name away in his ownership database. He didn’t know what she wanted of him! Didn’t know what she thought a ‘happy life’ was for a clone! Hell, he didn’t even know how it felt to be happy!
“Shhhhhhh, it’s ok. I know facing the unexpected and the unknown is kind’ve scary.” She began to rub the tips of his audio receptors to calm down his rising rpms. She’d watched her best friend do that to her own Sideswipe clone enough times to understand it calmed them. “Here, let me show you what kind of owner I will be to you.” Sliding off of his lap, she tapped his codpiece over his cable. Then started to dig around in her big purse for something.
Understanding that she wanted him to activate his cable, slight wirs could be heard as he complied. He was even more confused though. Didn’t she make it seem earlier like she wanted something OTHER than sex from him?!? But he was now hers to do with as she desired. Which to the longtime porn star seemed to look like it was going to be - what????
He stared at the package she had fished out of her bag and was now trying to get open. The packaging said something about EM interface system repair devices. Sure, he most definitely knew what THOSE were. After certain hardcore S&M filmed scenes, he’d actually needed them installed for weeks before he was back in action again. Shifting himself a bit, he spread his leg servos for the installation. It made sense why she would be installing the port repair devices - but not why she’d be getting out the cable repair ring. He hadn’t been obviously damaged there during the show she had watched.
Getting them out of the package, Janet seemed to be a bit confused. “I’ve watched a bunch of videos on how to install these. But to be honest, I’ve never actually seen a clone’s interface system in real life until today - much less touched one.” She gave him an apologetic smile. She held out the port repair devices to him. “I assume that you’ve got experience with these?”
“Yeah, used them a time or two after S&M films,” he replied. Not shy in the least over it - hell, why would a porn star BE shy in that way - he grabbed the two tampon shaped electronic devices from her. Grimacing a bit in pain, he forced them deep inside his somewhat numb, very sore ports. The removal strings now barely visible in his slits. “But why are you handing me the EM for cables too?” he asked as he grabbed it from her and began to slowly slide the donut shaped device over his fairly limp jack until it was secure at the base. Zipping his cable back inside, whirs could be heard as all of his protective crotch plating closed. He looked up at her, waiting for her answer.
She smiled as she actually handed HIM the small remote that controlled the devices. “The forums about rehabbing sex worker clones mentioned that you guys can get off without ever opening your armor using those. They say that’s an important step in your recovery process. So, that’s what I’m ordering you to do for the next few weeks.” Setting her big purse down, she smiled at him as she plopped herself back down in his lap.
He gave her a quizzical look, as her orders did not seem to match her actions. But whatever. He had learned the hard way never to question what a human owner or manager said. Tapping the remote, he turned on the healing function on the two port EMs. “You have my thanks!” he purred as the pain from his shredded ports went away. Leaning back, he held the remote out to her. Humans had always controlled them on him. He just figured she didn’t know which buttons to press.
“No, that’s all yours,” she said as she pushed his hand away. “Store it in your glovebox or whatever. That way, whenever you think you need it - you’ve got it.”
“Mine???” He just about sat bolt upright in shock. Clones like him were never given ANYTHING to call their own! They were never given control of ANYTHING - must less their own chassis! He stared at her in disbelief.
“Yes - yours. Life will be much different with me.” She forced his now trembling fingures to close around the small remote. “I understand that it will take you two a while to adapt to the difference. But be assured, your days of enduring forced sex, pain and humiliation - are OVER!” She caressed his now trembling frame, watching the emotions flash over his faceplate.
Shaking a bit, he dared to put the remote inside his glove box. Taking his hand out, he breathed in deeply as he set his hands back around her waist. A deep part of him longed to immediately trust her. But years of pain and degradation as a sex worker made him very cautious. “You don’t want us for - sex?” he tentatively asked. It felt strange to have a human NOT want him just for that. That’s really all he knew how to do.
Janet’s brown eyes glittered in amusement. She patted the side of the confused clone’s helm as if he was a puppy. “Eventually maybe. But while you two heal in body and mind, the only things I’ll be asking you to use are these -” she patted one of his hands “and these.” She gave him a peck on his lips.
His confusion deepened. Why in the hell would a human buy two porn stars and NOT use them for sex?!? It really made no sense to him. They really had no other programming nor skills. Really had no other use besides that! “What do you want us for then?” he stammered in an uncertain tone. He normally NEVER asked questions of a human. But he just needed to KNOW what she was buying them for! What was their job going to be????
“Oh you poor poor lost soul,” she chuckled a bit as she caressed his helm like he was a kitten again. “I bought you two to be my traveling companions and security. I’ve decided to travel the country and world on my ex-husband’s dime. And I’m sure as hell NOT going to do it by myself!” Her mirth increased as he got the expression of a deer caught in the headlights at the Security part of it. She knew he didn’t have a lick of self defense programming. If he did, he would never have let them abuse him like they had. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll download basic self defense and security programming into you two.”
He relaxed as she assured him he’d get the proper programming to do his job. His core pulsing a bit stronger as he realized once she downloaded it - he and Sapphire would NEVER be victims again! Slowly, a tentative smile began to curl up his lips for the first time in years. “We’ll learn to be the best companions and security clones! I promise!” He felt a strange emotional warmth towards her then. A warmth he’d never felt towards a human before!
Just then, a blood curdling scream eminated from the Bluestreak clone on stage - and then silence. As Janet turned to look at what was going on, Sammy just shook his helm sadly. “He’s never been able to handle what they dish out during the torture S&M show. Let me go get him - boss.” He gently shifted her off of his lap. He glanced at the expression of worry on her face. The fact she was even worried about her new purchase - touched him to his core. “He’ll be fine. Once I install the EM set and he has time to recover,” he assured her.
“Um, I’ll meet you at the truck - ok?” she said in a concerned voice. He nodded in reply as he left the room to fetch the barely conscious clone who was laying limply on the stage.
Gently throwing his buddy over his shoulder, he met the stage manager’s eyes as he began to walk towards the exit to the building. Something within him had changed. He now no longer felt any fear of that man. He was no longer theirs to abuse! He had an owner now who would never abuse him! An owner who was going to give him the ability to protect both her and himself! Boldly he met the stage manager’s eyes for the first time in all the years he’d been his victim. “Fuck you all!” he growled as he pushed the door open and strode out into the brilliant day light.
“Y-you told..him..that?? Ughhhhhh,” Sapphire groaned as he hung limply. He blinked his optic shutters a few times to adjust to the extreme brightness of the sun’s light. Fear flowed through him at his friend’s growling words to their manager. His next stage show was sure to be twice as painful as today's! The manager did not like clones who talked back to them!
“They sold us off, Sapphire! We’ve got a better owner now! One who won’t force us to interface all day and be tortured for entertainment!” Sammy patted his friend’s thigh, so happy that Janet had decided to buy him too. He would’ve been racked with guilt to have left him there! Glancing around, he noticed Janet on the far side of the parking lot, opening the passenger doors to a midsized SUV. With a bounce in his step, he made a beeline straight towards her.
“You sure he’s going to be ok?” she asked in a worried tone as he rolled the groaning Bluestreak clone off his shoulder and into the rear seat. “Here, you need this?” She held out the other EM repair device kit she had bought.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” the Sideswipe clone assured her. Holding up the devices so that Sapphire understood what he was about to do, he waited for the groaning clone to spread his leg servos for installation. “It just takes a bit longer to recover if they chose you for the S&M torture show!” he grumbled. He felt her put a hand on his shoulder as he worked to make his friend comfortable.
“They’re fucking sickos! Wish it weren’t legal!” She said in a disgusted tone.
That caused both clones to glance at her in surprise. They’d never heard ANY human taking their side of things. Cringing in pain as his friend gently slid the cable EM device down his damaged jack, the Bluestreak clone tried to force a smile on his faceplate as he met their new owner’s brown eyes. “Hi, um, I’m Sapphire.”
“Janet,” she replied with a nod. “And your stupid stage names have so got to GO! Let me think of some new ones!” She marched off around the SUV to get in the driver’s seat.
The two clones met each other’s optics again. “She’s real different than what we’re used to,” Sammy explained as he quickly inserted the two port EM devices and patted Sapphire’s abdomen to close his armor. He held out the remote to Sapphire’s devices. “Here. She gave mine to me and told me to control it all myself. Figure she wants you to do the same.”
“Um, wow! Really??” The Bluestreak clone’s optics got huge as his fingers curled around the remote. Sammy helped him swing his peds up in the SUV and pulled the seatbelt across his hood. He ground his dentals together as his chassis screamed in absolute agony. His engine sputtered a bit as he swooned and almost passed out again from the pain.
“Turn the EM devices on healing function!” Sammy whispered harshly to him. He grabbed the remote from his friend’s hand, and turned all of them on at once. He’d forgotten that the Bluestreak clone didn’t have as much experience with them as he had.
Sapphire leaned his head back and relaxed against the seat. “Oh man, forgot how good they feel! Thanks bro!” He gave Sammy a thankful smile as the Sideswipe clone set the remote back in his hand. Hearing movement in the driver’s seat, he shifted a bit so Sammy could slam his door shut. Turning his attention to his new owner, he studied her a bit. She seemed to be somewhere in her thirties. A very well-kept woman with perfect makeup, nails and top brands of clothes. When she turned to look at Sammy as he got in the front passenger seat, Sapphire couldn’t make out any obvious signs of plastic surgery or other touch up work.
“Your eyes have life in them now. They are very beautiful,” Janet complimented Sammy as he didn’t hesitate to meet hers.
He smiled as he put his seatbelt on. His arm brushing hers as he did so. “Getting away from a life I truly hated - does cheer me up.” He boldly flipped a bird to his former home as she started the car. He would bet that she agreed with his sentiment from her earlier words describing his former owners as ‘sickos’. He was rewarded by her snicker as she joined him in shooting a bird as they drove off.
Sapphire watched the two in shock for a moment, before adding his bird to theirs. “So, um, you thought up some new names for us yet? Like new names for a new life! Get it Sammy? Hahahaha!” Now that he was relaxed and felt safe around her, his base personality couldn’t help but come out.
She glanced back at him, an amused smile on her lips. “Glad to see you’re livening up too! You do have a very cute smile,” she complimented.
Though he’d been a porn star for over a year, Sapphire found himself blushing a little bit. Though he did swell up a little at her simple little compliment. For some reason having an owner who looked him in the optics and hadn’t bought him for sex, thinking something about him was ‘cute’, meant more than every client who’d ever purred how sexy he was! “Glad to be owned by a pretty woman!” he chirped back.
“Going back to our new names?” Sammy pressed. He gave her his most winning smile. The one that his former owners had claimed they had bought him for. Only to strip it away from him…
She turned onto the main highway, purposefully barking her tires and leaving a cloud of black smoke in the sex club’s parkinglot. Once she straightened the SUV out, she set her hand on top of Sammy’s thigh armor. “Well, I was going to wait until I saw how your personalities changed. What I researched about you both on those porn videos is so NOT what I think you two really are!”
Sammy shifted so that he was sitting sideways with his back armor to the door. He glanced at Sapphire, slight darknesses threatening to overtake the brightness that had just returned to his optics. “You watched the videos they forced us to make?” he asked in a low tone.
She nodded, rubbing his thigh armor with a comforting hand. “One of my best friends has a clone boyfriend of your model. He’d read an article about clones forced to be sex workers. He thought it would get me out of my depression if I rescued and rehabbed one of you guys. So I looked some clone porn video series up. Had never heard of clone porn - so I needed to research it.” Moving her hand from his thigh armor to his arm, she slid it down until she wrapped her fingers around his. She glanced over and met his downcast optics. “The first one I ever watched - happened to be the first one you ever starred in. Something about your eyes intrigued me then. Drew me in. So I watched a few more that were spread out about six months apart. Started to observe a drastic change in your personality.”
Sensing the rising depression within him, she rubbed her fingers against his. “Hey, cheer up Sammy, those videos are why I searched for YOU!” She glanced over at the Bluestreak clone behind him. “And also why I decided to save you as well.”
The Sideswipe clone let out his breath slowly as he looked down. He felt the shame of her having seen him getting beaten down and raped over and over again. It had been bad enough when he’d thought she had just seen him the one time during the live show. Echoes from the humans who had ordered his tormentors filled his processor. Humans who had always referred to him as the perfect victim. The perfect loser. His world seemed to crash down around him. How could she not view him secretly in the same way? He felt Sapphire’s fingers on his shoulder plating them.
“Hey buddy, we’re free of that life now! Who cares HOW she learned about us? She searched specifically for US! She wanted US, man! No one else!” The Bluestreak clone rubbed his friend’s armor as he comforted him. He could tell the echoes were playing behind his blue optics. “Sorry about this Pretty Lady, sometimes he just locks up for a few minutes.” He gave her a sad smile. “Sometimes I do too.”
She squeezed the silent clone’s hand. “Sapphire is right. I searched specifically for you two. Took me many months to track your location down.” Pulling his hand over into her lap, she kept driving as she waited for him to work through his emotional lock.
“Did… did you seek us out...because.. We were the perfect..victims...losers?” he finally said. His voice breaking as he desperately tried to hold back sobs.
“What? No!” She couldn’t believe that he thought that. “Is that what your former owners called you two?” she asked in disbelief. When both of them silently nodded yes, she cussed a bit under her breath about sicko freak pedophile humans that needed to get what was coming to them. “You two are NOT the perfect victims - anymore than I was!” she finally growled.
The Bluestreak clone caught that immediately. His optics got big in disbelief. A strong woman like her - had been a victim of abuse?!?! “What?! - you were ABUSED????” he gasped in total disbelief.
Pulling the SUV over and putting it in park, she turned sideways in her seat. Switching the hand she was holding Sammy’s in, she held out her now free hand to Sapphire. Once both of them looked up and met her eyes, she squeezed their hands. “THIS goes no further. You got that? It’s a secret between the three of us!” Once they’d both sworn their silence, she answered him. “Yes, I am a victim of domestic abuse. That’s why I’m now divorced from him and he gave me a huge settlement to keep my mouth shut and evidence from seeing the light of day. It would ruin his career as a surgeon.”
She could see the wheels turning rapidly in the Bluestreak clone’s blue optics. “So, um, you saw YOU in US on those videos?” he guessed.
“Exactly!” Pulling her hand out of Sammy’s, she leaned forward and stroked the side of his helm. “In your eyes - I saw the same death of the light that I once saw in the mirror. Then I saw it happening to him as well. I HAD to find you both! So we could all face a second chance at a happy life - together!”
He studied her a bit, struggling within himself a bit. “You still need to heal while we heal. THAT’S really why you don’t want us for sex - isn’t it?” he accussed.
She nodded, “In a sense, you’re right. I’m not ready to get physically close to another man - “ she smiled at the two of them “- or male - just yet. There are still too many nightmares.”
His optics began to brighten up again. “Same,” he admitted as he pulled her hand from his helm and curled his fingers back around hers.
“Same here too,” Sapphire agreed. “So just what are we supposed to do for you in the meantime?” he asked. He hadn’t been around when she’d explained it to Sammy. All he knew how to do was have sex. So he was a bit confused about how they’d be spending their time.
“She’s gonna teach us how to be her traveling companions and download security software in us to make us her bodyguards,” Sammy explained to him. “But first, I think we’d both really like different names.” The red and black colored clone gave her an expectant smile. His optics brightened back up as he truly felt safe with her.
She smiled as both of them locked eager optics on her. “Well, how does Lambo sound for you?” she nodded to the red clone. “And how does Gunner sound for you?” she nodded to the grey clone.
“Short for the nickname ‘lambo twins’ they call my mech and his brother? Yeah, guess it makes sense. I like it!” The red clone’s faceplate was lit by a happy smile spreading over it.
“Is mine for the job my mech has with the Autobots? Oh, that’s super cool if it is! Can I have a gun after you load those programs in me? Huh? Can I?” The Bluestreak clone grinned as he babbled on about wanting a gun so that he really matched his name.
Lambo just gave her an apologetic smile. “He can’t help that he’s a Bluestreak model,” he explained. With his other hand, he smacked Gunner’s leg servo to get him to pause for a moment. “Um, if we get new names, why don’t we give YOU a new name too? So we can all start new together?” Sure, he was being pretty bold towards his owner. But now that he knew she felt they were all similar in their histories, he felt somehow almost equal with her. “Not like totally different or anything. Maybe like call you Jane instead of Janet?” he offered.
“You guys want to call me Jane?” she asked. They both nodded like bobbleheads. “Ok, guess we all start a new life with a new name - today!” she announced. With that, she let go of their hands, shifted out of park, and headed towards Las Vegas…
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Later that night…………….
Lambo smiled at Gunner as he helped a fairly inebriated Jane down the hall to their hotel room. The two clones had had a big day! During the long drive to Vegas, they had downloaded the security programming packages into each other and had cleaned each other up using buffing kits Jane had bought before getting them. As the miles passed and they went further away from the clone brothel, their happiness increased and their natural personalities came out more and more. Jane seemed to support this change, as she laughed and joked along with them as she drove.
Then they had entered Las Vegas. The pair had been there before as performers at sex shows. But back then they had been driven in a cargo van without windows and had been hurried indoors. So they had really not truly SEEN the lights and glitter of Vegas! They pressed their faceplates against the windows and looked out in total awe at everything.
After giving the keys to the valet, Jane had led them into the MGM to check-in. The pair were loaded down with her luggage, their optics huge as they scanned the golden glitter of the massive hotel and casino. They watched as other clones followed their humans around. Other clones who were treated almost as humans themselves! After checking in and taking the luggage to the room, they were each pleasantly surprised when Jane handed them their own room cards. She joked that it was because she liked to drink when she gambled.
Proudly, they followed her down first to the stores of the casino. There was a clone supply store there. Jane actually gave them both some cash and let them shop for themselves. The pair excitedly went and looked at every single item that they might need. There were waxing kits of every single color, self chroming kits, and even decals for various jobs that they could replace their Autobot insignias with. Eventually, they came out of the store sporting security clone decals, waxing kits in their individual colors and a self chroming kit they’d decided they could share.
Jane came out of the women’s clothing store next to the clone supply shop, dressed in a glittering crystal covered dress. She looked like a movie star ready for the red carpet! The two clones admired her as they stashed their new wax kits within their cabs.
She had purred that she needed to look as good as her bodyguards did. Then had taken each of their arms as they walked proudly next to her to the casino. For hours, they stood politely behind her and slightly to each side as bodyguards are supposed to. While she gambled away at the high roller table and drank free drinks. Well off older men tried to flirt with her to no avail, though she DID flirt with an attractive woman who was flanked by her own pair of bodyguard clones.
The two teams of bodyguards studied each other as their owners unabashedly flirted across the chips. It was obvious to both teams that they were not exactly JUST bodyguards to their single owners. Comlink channels were boldly opened. Silent conversations going on between the four clones. After a few hours, the two women exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Their clone teams shared knowing glances - since they were all certain they would definitely meet again.
All of that led to this moment. Jane staggered in her high heels, almost falling. With a grin, Lambo swept her off her feet and into the safety of his arms. “Hmmmm, my type of man!” Jane giggled as she nuzzled his neck linkages.
“She’s sure funny when she gets drunk!” Gunner snickered. Reaching their door, he fumbled around in his cab until he found the key card. Unlocking the door, he held it open for his partner. As Jane was carried past him, she reached out and gave him a big hug. Her lips seeking out his in a passionate kiss.
Lambo just grinned as he stood there and held her while she kissed his best friend. His entire being thrilled at the feel of her weight in his arms. Her glittering dress pressed against his armor. Both of them had been around enough drunk humans to know how loose they got when intoxicated. “So much for you NOT wanting us for that!” he snickered as she finally let go of Gunner’s lips.
“Mmmmm, you two are so god damned cute! You know that?” she purred as he carried her in and set her gently down on the king sized bed. She giggled as he dutifully began to take her shoes off.
The Bluestreak clone went over to her suitcase and began looking for her night shirt. Finding it, he came over and helped her take her dress off. It felt so good to have a human depending on them! Though it was a tad difficult to get her dress off as she kept making him kiss her. His optics met Lambo’s as he heard that clone snickering a bit at her behavior.
“What’s so fucking funny, sexy?” she demanded to know as she looked over at Lambo while Gunner FINALLY got her dress pulled off. She allowed him to begin sliding her silken night shirt on.
“What’s funny is that you not only didn’t buy us for that. But you had us install the EM devices and ordered us NOT to engage in that activity for several weeks. Now look at you,” he snickered as he came back over and boldly pressed her down on the bed. “You are horny as fuck right now!”
Gunner couldn’t help but snicker a bit as he watched his friend lay on top of their new owner and tease her a bit. Carefully hanging up her fancy dress on a hanger and putting it in the closet, he returned to the big bed and laid down next to them. Whirs could be heard as he angled his door wings so he could lay on his side armor and face them. He helped Lambo tease her. “Yep, you so want it - bad!” he purred as he nipped her neck.
Curling her legs around Lambo’s hip plating, Jane moaned as he ground his codpiece against her. It was true that drinking had always made her horny! But it also made her a bit mischevous as well. Looking up at the clone she had searched for so long, she saw actual passion in his expression for the first time. “No, tonight I want to see YOU come! I don’t think you truly ever have. Have you?” her hands drifted along his frame as he paused in his teasing.
The Sideswipe clone was actually shocked by her words! She was correct in every way. His life as a porn star had been solely for OTHERS pleasure and not his own! He’d actually never shut down from a pleasurable overload. He paused in his movements, his expression downcast. “No… I actually haven’t ever enjoyed an overload.” He felt Gunner’s hand on his shoulder.
“Me neither,” his fellow ex-porn star admitted. They met each other’s optics. No one but them could really understand their past. Gunner shifted closer to the pair, his hand now caressing his longtime friend’s armor. “But if Jane wants you to enjoy an overload without unlatching your armor - don’t worry I’ll keep watch.” Propping himself up on his other elbow, he boldly took the other’s lip components over their new owner.
At the Bluestreak clone’s promise to keep watch, something within Lambo relaxed. It was a promise they’d made to each other anytime the S&M clone brothel was overfull and they had been forced to cram themselves into a single cubicle after their shows. They’d hold each other and often silently cry from the pain roaring through their networks. One keeping watch while the other defragged. That way they could rouse each other in the event management sent for them. The worst thing for a clone was to wake up already tied and gagged on stage!
“Thanks Gunner,” Lambo whispered as they parted lips. He pulled out his remote and held it out to his friend. Their optics locked as he understood that the Sideswipe clone wanted HIM to give him his first true overload.
“You really want me to?” Gunner asked as he accepted the remote.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else. Well, except for this tease of a woman!” Lambo’s voice changed to a passionate growl as he turned his attention to the drunk woman beneath him. A woman who was doing her best to tease him. A woman who had freed them both from a life of hell and given them a new purpose. He ground his hips against hers, enjoying her nips on his neck linkages. “Just make sure to finish her off - would you?” he snickered to the Bluestreak clone.
Gunner shot him a knowing smirk as he held up the remote. “Cool! I get to be both of your firsts!” he snickered. Not only would he be in control of Lambo’s first truly pleasurable overload - but he’d also be Jane’s first experience with a clone. Man, couldn’t get better than THAT!
“Damn that’s goooooooooodddd!” Lambo began to tremble as the EM device around his jack switched from healing mode - to stimulation. He dry humped the passionate drunk woman beneath him as she continued to tease him as if he were a man she was making out with. The emotional exhillaration of having an owner who wanted HIM to feel pleasure - did nothing but add to his mounting passion. For the first time since his activation, there was no fear.. No pain.. No feelings of degradation.. As his interface networks blazed with sensation.
Gunner grinned as he controlled his friend’s pleasure. Controlled what felt like his first time. In some ways, it WAS his first time! His first time to experience pure pleasure from his interface systems! The Bluestreak clone added his caresses to those of their owner on the Sideswipe clone’s moaning and trembling frame. Both of them working together to bring his friend over the brink within just twenty minutes or so.
With a final triumphant grunt, Lambo thrust against her once more. His optics rolled up as his meta processor crashed into the bliss of overload. He didn’t even hear her giggles as he went limp on top of her.
Turning off the EM device installed on his friend’s cable array. Gunner rolled off the other side of the king sized bed. He walked around it and casually lifted the limp Sideswipe clone off of their still giggling owner. Beginning to turn around so that he could walk back around to lay the now deeply defragging clone on the far side of the bed - he was stopped by Jane’s hand grabbing a door wing. “Jane? I - “ his words were cut off by her lips. They kissed passionately for a few moments, the limp red & black clone between them.
“Hurry up and put him down! It’s your turn babe!” she slurred. So drunk that she could barely sit up on her own, she smiled at him in what she likely thought was a sexy smile.
To the Bluestreak clone, it was just hysterical! He grinned down at her as she lost her balance and fell back down on the bed. “Right now I’m still too damaged to overload. So it’s gonna be YOUR turn - pretty lady!” he promised. Walking around the bed, he gently pulled back the covers and laid his friend down. Hearing an odd sound, he glanced over at Jane. Her eyes were closed and she was making odd raspy sounds from her half open mouth. For a brief moment, Gunner was fairly confused. He stared at her as he tucked in his best friend. Then it suddenly hit him! She was asleep and snoring! He couldn’t help but be overcome by his own snickers as he strolled over to that side of the bed and slowly rearranged her limp form to be between himself and Lambo. Settling himself under the covers next to her, he again rearranged her so that she was pressed against his side with her head settled on his shoulder plating.
The Bluestreak clone sighed in complete happiness as he looked up at the dark ceiling. His systems almost seemed to tingle where the softness of his new owner pressed against him. He even enjoyed her snores! “Thankyou so much for finding us! We’ll protect you forever!” he whispered to her. Even though he knew she couldn’t hear him, he just couldn’t help himself. As he’d promised his friend he’d keep watch - he couldn’t defrag until Lambo rebooted. So he quietly whispered to himself about everything that had happened that day. Reminding himself just how damned lucky he now was…….
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