"So what happens next?"

"You are now reclassified as a clone. As you know, under the Clone Acts of '99, means you will have to go though processing and registration. You will then be released into the custody of the original. There is nothing more I can do." The lawyer closed his briefcase and thumbed the clasps shut.

"I am not a clone!" The girl stood up from her chair. Two of the nearest officers moved in and quickly restrained her. They twisted her arms behind her back, cuffed her, and started pulling her towards the isle.

"I'd suggest you give up on saying that. The people at the registration center hear it so much they just block it out. Be a good girl and don't give them trouble," said the lawyer.

Ashley twisted in the grip of the court officers and screamed. On the other side of the isle sat 'the original'. Clair Murphy, daughter of former auto industry leader Richard Murphy, had inherited the company from her father after the crash of his private jet. Her mother and father had died after saving their daughter who had broken her back in the crash. Her rescue at sea had been on all the media and it was her new celebrity that had gotten Ashley reported.

"I am not a clone. I swear to god! You're making a big mistake!" yelled Ashley. A woman from the audience leaned out as she was being pulled by. The woman spit on Ashley's face and lashed out with her purse. The purse clipped Ashley’s right cheek and blackened her eye.

"I'd tell you to go to hell you godless clone but you don't even have a soul! You're life is a sin against God!" The lady was pulled away by someone else in the audience but Ashley could see it on everyone's face. It was what they were all thinking.

Ashley gave up on struggling. She began to cry. She had been an orphan till just last year, and then she was released into her own care. Now just barely 12 months later she was losing everything again. Her life, her identity, her friends, and now her soul. Her sobs were unintelligible babble. The only relief came with the sharp prick at the back of her neck that brought about nothingness. She thrashed about one last time and saw Clair, her mirror image, leaning to the side of her wheelchair and whispering to her lawyer. Then her world became black.

"The verdict of the case widely being called 'Murphy’s Law' has just been handed down a few hours ago. The jury only took 30 minutes to decide. A record among juries as the paper work alone normally takes an hour. For our in depth coverage I'll pass it over to John Mayer who is outside the processing center. John?"

"Turn the T.V. off! She's coming around," said Dr. Hodges.

"They're right out side! I can see them outside the window. Just let me watch the rest of it Doc," pleaded the nurse.

Ashley groaned and tried to turn her head. Her stomach felt like it was trying to push up though her throat. She tried to sit up and the restraints that had felt like a second skin in her sleep now stood out against her body as she pressed up.

"Thank you, Sheryl. I am here outside the Trenton clone processing center. Ashley Moore is being put though the process right now. It is only a matter of time till we get her official number and she will be released into the care of Mrs. Murphy," said John.

"What exactly goes on in the TCPC?" asked Sheryl.

Dr. Hodges turned the T.V. off with the remote. The nurse pressed the power button at the same time and the it flickered back to life. Ashley's eyes felt sticky and she found it impossible to open them. She shook her head till light slipped under one of her lids. Everything looked blurry.

"... after which the clone is left with a tattoo of her serial number on their forehead. Little is known of the other steps because of the tight government control on cloning but some rumors report that the standard physical is taken to almost extreme proportions." The T.V. clicked off as the nurse turned it off. She checked her watch and looked over at Ashley.

"Rumors," she said.

"Nurse Ross can you focus on taking the measurements?" asked the doctor.

The nurse gave a harrumph and crossed her arms. Ashley's vision had cleared enough so that she could see she was naked with several straps looped over her body. Her mind was too groggy to think of modesty. Compared to the coolness of the room the nurse's hands were soothingly hot.

"You won't get accurate measurements that way," said Dr. Hodges. He handed her the tape measure.

"I have the healing touch. My hands alone can bring a body back to life," boasted the nurse. Ashley could start to distinguish between the white walls and the white uniform the nurse wore. The girl in the outfit didn't look much older than her. Clones were treated with rights that ranked just below that of domesticated animals so she guessed the job standards for admittance were lower. Lower still, because finding someone who didn't get worked up into a violent fit by just being in the same room as a clone, was hard to come by.

"Who cares about the body. We need a 6 inch section of the spine and if Mrs. Murphy wasn't so adamant about the 3 month treatment of anti rejection medication then we could probably just tear it out of her now and get it over with." Ashley wasn't so sedated that she couldn't freak out from hearing the doctor's words. She started pulling against the restraints and screaming. She found her voice came out weird from the gag in her mouth. It was there to keep the sleeping woman from swallowing her own tongue and now it kept her from forming full words.

"Doc, do you have anything to put her under again?" The nurse's fingers sunk into the flesh of Ashley's arm as she tired to find a vein.

"It's expensive. Just do it the old fashioned way," said the doctor.

The nurse didn't need any more permission. Ashley felt one of the hands on her arms release only to have her vision shifted to the right side of the room after a hard slap against her left cheek. Ashley was stunned into silence as everything started to sink in. Her inarticulate shouts were traded for out right crying. The nurse grabbed Ashley’s nipple and twisted it hard. With her other hand she grabbed her jaw and straightened her head.

"Listen you clone bitch!" With her last word spittle freckled Ashley’s face. "Quiet down and make it easy on us. We don't get paid much to work with you worthless clones but the perks of what we can do to you are endless. I swear on my soul I will fuck you up if you make this any more difficult."

Ashley had to work extra hard to nod because of the force the nurse was exerting on her chin. She tried to stop crying but the best she could manage were quiet sobs. The nurse let go of her nipple with a flick of her wrist. Her long nail scraped along the sensitive skin as it bounced back into place and drew a drop of blood.

"Hey doc! I got your sample ready," she said. The doctor came over and looked at the tiny bead.

"That won't be nearly enough. I'll just collect it in the usual way," said Dr. Hodges.

"You never let me do it my way," whined the nurse.

"Are you going to make it worth my while?" Doctor Hodges moved behind his nurse and gave her rear a generous squeeze.

"You never stop," she said. "I'd think you'd be tired enough after you are done raping the hell out of the clone." She ran her hand along the side of Ashley’s face. "She's a copy of a very wealthy woman. That has to be kinky."

"Mm, she's a soulless animal. I'd rather have you any day of the week."

"Tempting but I hate those rich snooty bitches," the nurse turned to look into the doctor's eyes. "I like the look in their eyes after you are done. You have a real gift."

The doctor stepped over to with in reach of Ashley. He placed his hand on her bare stomach. He used his other hand to pry open one of her eyes. He could still see the tears forming then leaking down her cheek.

"It's all the practice I've had," he said. The nurse placed a hand on his shoulder and held up a condom. He frowned for a moment then sighed. "I know, she has to be pure for the harvest."

Ashley started thrashing in her restraints again. It was all too much for her. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision. All she could manage were vowels but the trained ear could understand the familiar plea for release.

"Did you get all the measurements? You know how much they get thrown off after the swelling and bleeding starts," said Dr. Hodges.

"Bust 40 centimeters, waist size 4, height 5'6", and weight 138 lbs," said the nurse. Ashley's protests grew louder at the last measurement. The nurse rolled her eyes. "Adjusting for restraints and scale zeroing... weight is 134. Happy?" She heard Ashley continue to protest in a string of vowels. The doctor back handed Ashley across the face so hard that the gag slipped out of her mouth and rolled onto the floor.

"129 at the very most. You lousy bitch!" Ashley yelled.

"This is why we don't let them talk," said Dr. Hodges.

"Maybe if you had your bowels flushed, honey." The nurse picked the gag up off the floor and didn’t even bother to wipe it off before she slipped it back into place. Ashley quieted down when the doctor raised his hand for a repeat smack. She closed her eyes and tightened her body.

"Spread her."

The nurse changed the table Ashley was strapped down two and it was the first time she noticed that it was segmented into 3 portions. The front and back portions dropped down and Ashley screamed in pain as she was forced into the most painful crab walk stance of her life. Hodges put his hand over Ashley’s hairless cunt and squeezed hard. It was hard to differ between the noise she made because of her forced stretching or the mauling the doctor was giving her sex.

Ashley's breathing became labored. Crying always made her nose stuffy and now with her head tilted back the drainage was causing everything to run back down her throat. The feeling made her cry even more and just compounded her problems. Her blond hair fell down to the floor. The nurse started stomping hard on the golden locks. Ashley felt each strand pull out of her scalp, but only a few strands were torn away each time. She stopped in time to watch the doctor do his work.

When Hodges forced himself into her there was no doubt to the cause of the renewed crying. The table no longer supported her hips and her feet waved just above the ground. She tried to desperately get some purchase on the floor to gain an ounce of control. Hodges loosened the strap across her thighs just long enough to kick each of her ankles. Her legs spread just a little and he tightened the strap again. The bruising marks along her thighs were partly over lapped with the new straps.

Ashley closed her eyes and tried to imagine a popular actor. Her mind worked desperately to replace the violation between her legs with a fantasy. For all her effort she was still unable to provide even the smallest of wetness to lessen the pain. She felt like he must have pressed at least 6 inches into her but the doctor would be the first to admit that of his modest 5 inches only 3 or so had been able to get inside the clone so far.

Dr. Hodge’s hands rested just below Ashley’s breast. His fingers dug in deeper into her pale skin as he finally worked the last few inches inside of her. He rested for a moment before pulling out. The nurse leaned over and gasped.

“I have never seen someone bleed so quickly. You do have a gift,” the nurse said.

The doctor replied with a grunt. He nodded over to the sample bucket and the nurse moved it across the ground so that the drops could fall into the steel container. That was the last consideration the doctor made about anything as far as processing was concerned.

Ashley’s crying stopped after a few minutes. She wanted to just pass out but she now knew her cries only fed the doctor’s sick passion. Her silence was broken when the nurse took the gag back out. She slipped a hand over Ashley’s mouth to muffle her protests. She remained silent and the only sounds Ashley could hear over the pounding of blood in her ears were the rhythmic grunting of the doctor as he brutally raped her.

“The doctor might be all fun and games but I need another sample,” said the nurse. She showed Ashley the long tongue depressor and parted her fingers just enough to start sliding it though her hand. Ashley tried twisting her head from side to side. Her gag reflex caught up to her quickly and Ashley arched against the straps as her body worked to purge all that she had inside. The doctor relentlessly drilled away inside of her cunt as the nurse held Ashley’s mouth shut against the tide of vomit now backed up her throat. She worked the long wooden depressor even further before letting go and feeling Ashley’s swollen neck. She squeezed painfully and Ashley’s squeals of pain were met with resistance. Her eyes widened in a panic as she could feel the chunky fluids seeping out her nose. She had no way to breathe.

“Oh I see the little clone understands now.”

The doctor just nodded as his lengthy rape had now afforded him enough lube in blood to make it a more enjoyable experience. He felt the girl’s walls tighten then loosen around him as the nurse drew her attention else where. He grabbed each of her breasts like handles and pounded into her hard enough to make her back pop. Ashley tried to shake off the nurse’s hand as blackness started to close in around the edges of her vision. She shook her head violently up and down. When her head snapped back the nurse’s hand slipped and Ashley’s body heaved the backed up bile. She convulsed as it poured out of her mouth and stained her hair. It gathered in a pool just below her. The nurse moved back and turned away as Ashley finished purging the contents of her stomach. The sound she made scraped her throat raw. She showed the blond a hand mirror and even though she was seeing upside down Ashley felt her spirit take a heavy blow.

Her eyes were red and blood shot from the crying, one was swollen from the attack she had taken in court, cheeks bruised from the doctor, her hair still dripped traces of her vomit, the tips soaked in the pool had had formed below her, and her nose was backed up from when she had pushed some out though it. The doctor came around to admire the work of the nurse.

“Please tell me you’re taking pictures,” said Dr. Hodges as he stroked his hard cock. It was out of the condom. He had set it aside after pulling out.

“It’s just waiting for your signature,” said the nurse. She reached down with her hand and ran her fingers though Ashley’s hair before grabbing the doctor’s cock. She jerked him hard and aimed him as he came on Ashley’s face. The first thick rope hit her chin and trialed across to her cheek. The rest she aimed for just under the girl’s eyes. Ashley felt beyond hoarse. Her eyes had glazed over and even as the cum was pulled across her pupil by the force of gravity, she did not flinch. She only twitched.

The nurse was into her second roll of film when the phone rang. The doctor picked up the phone and heard a voice so similar to Ashley’s that he had to turn and look to make sure the girl was still bent into the shape of a lower case n.

“I know of the kind of sick shit that goes on in those places but let me remind you something,” said Clair. “If her spine is injured in any way you will be held personally responsible. Just give her a number already and release her to us. The car is waiting outside.”

“I’m sorry Ma’am but we still need to finish running the blood tests and a few more stacks of paper work before we can release her.” The doctor covered up the receiver end of the phone and hissed at his nurse. “Fix the fucking table for Christ’s sake.”

“No need to run the tests. Just give her a number and I’ll personally pay you double this month’s salary for any samples you have taken to be given over to me as well,” said Clair. The doctor looked at the receiver for a moment then back to Ashley. He gave a small nod and waved his finger around in a circle to have his nurse finish things up.

“Right away Mrs. Murphy,” he said.

Ashley was brought out in a wheel chair twenty minutes later. Her head lolled to the side and the media kept shouting questions at the drugged girl. Ashley’s eyes didn’t move but the pupils dilated under the harsh flashes of all the photography. He stopped at the edge of the curb and the white van pulled up. When the door slid back he was greeted with a surprise.

“Shit, What the hell did you do with her? I swear you guys are all alike,” said Clair. “You have her in a fucking chair? Trying to make it harder to tell us apart?”

“Sorry, but she has been marked,” the doctor pulled back the freshly washed blond locks on Ashley and showed Clair the tattooed numbers on her forehead. The van was equipped with a wheel chair lift making it easy enough to load Ashley into the back. “The samples are hidden under the seat in the chair. I am releasing clone 0083900 into your custody. Please sign here.”

Clair took the clipboard and signed the line at the bottom of the page. She handed it back and leaned out of her chair to give the doctor a hug. In the hug she slipped an envelope into his pocket.

She hissed into his ear. “I’ll cut off your balls if her spine is fucked. Understand?”

The doctor just nodded and eased back out of the hug. The driver pulled the doors shut and the media parted just enough to let the van though. They were too focused on the van to interview the doctor as he walked back into the TCPC. Inside he went to the closest phone and dialed the nurse.

“Do you still have to the condom? Good. See what you can get from it and run the blood under every test you can think of. I have a feeling we might be seeing a lot more of Mrs. Murphy’s money if we can just find what she’s trying to hide.”