Alexandra 'Lexy' Walker was working hard at her desk, finishing an essay on Hegel for philosophy class. It was interesting, Lexy thought, how the diametrically-opposed theories of fascism and Marxism had both evolved from Hegelianist thought. Hmm. Maybe she could mention that at the next debating class. Suddenly, there was a knock at Lexy's door.
She got up to open it, and found Mary Adams standing there. "What do you want?" Lexy snapped at the blonde girl, who was wearing a sleeveless shirt and pants. Mary's long hair was tied back with a white ribbon, as ever. This habit was one of Lexy's pet hates. She was not a rude girl at heart, but as a self confessed intellectual, Lexy had no time for Mary's (often wildly) excitable temperament. Lexy didn't hang out with skittish girls much; she preferred books.
"You", Mary replied, and pulled their lips together.
Two minutes later a perfect duplicate of a naked Lexy Walker was standing imperiously over the corpse of her original. Thanks to an intensive swimming regime since she was twelve, 5ft 11 Lexy had the body of a goddess. She could easily have been a Playboy model, had she not spent so much time reading Hegel. But it had been her impossibly strong wrists which she had used to snap the vertebrae of the first Lexy Walker. The lesser Lexy, as her clone liked to think. Weak. Pathetic. Nothing compared to her Pod doppelgänger. This 'true' Lexy, she was merciless.
The pod Mary remembered with smiling pleasure how the original Lexy had wept and begged, pleading for her life as the seed pod had torn its way out of her vagina. Then, too exhausted even to cry out, her nude replica had twisted her neck to an unnatural 190 degree angle. The corpse slumped back, and the real Lexy had stood.
It was plain already to Mary Adams what a fine addition Lexy Walker would be to the set. The nineteen-year-old brunette had a nice firm ass and shapely breasts. Her abs were washboard and her smooth legs supple. A well-groomed landing strip led the way down to her pussy. All in all, a sexy man-eater.
"What do we do now?" leered Lexy, remembering the oh-so-naughty black lace lingerie residing in her swimsuit drawer...
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