Clone Disposal (~60 Pages)

Date: 6/7/20XX

Location: Darkwater Storage Safehouse, Collection Point Alpha

Time: 11:37 AM

Debrief Team: Agents L & K

Report: As of 11:37 AM, Collection Point Alpha has finished receiving the morning deliveries. With the latest delivery, we count seven (7) bodies awaiting disposal pickup. This is well above the daily average of three (3) so all available intel will be forwarded to Operations, as per protocol.

Attached to the report below are the six earliest deliveries. All of which were received before 11:00 AM. Initial scans indicate time of death for all but two (Model D-D7 and Model E-A23) were within the same two hour time period.

(This is just the clones, too. The baseline human girls took a pounding today. From just the two collection sites we contacted, we're looking at a 30-death morning MINIMUM. Bloody fucking day. -K)

Casualties (Left to Right):

Model B-A16

Model B-K19

Model D-D7

Model E-A23

Model C-F4

Model D-L9

Model D-L9: Assigned to Black Team Echo. Model D-L9 was killed when its team was ambushed on approach to what was assumed to be a secured site. Cause of Death: exsanguination and asphyxiation caused by a knife wound to the throat.

Model C-F4: Assigned to entertain a number of VIPs at CLASSIFIED Safehouse. Killed by unknown assailants who killed or kidnapped all members of staff as well as VIPs who were on location at the Safehouse. Cause of Death: blunt-force trauma to the back of the skull. Indentations indicate the implement used was a bat or baton.

Model E-A23: Assigned on overwatch reconnaisance of known rival safehouse CODENAMED: BAKEHOUSE. Model E-A23 was discovered sometime within the past week and held prisoner until their expiration. Initial scans of found bodily fluids and other DNA evidence indicate the number of assailants was between ten (10) and thirteen (13). Cause of Death: knife wound to the heart, followed by full organ failure.

Model D-D7: Assigned to Grey Team as Clone Advisor. Was killed in an altercation off-duty. Its file indicates that it was permitted to have close relations with a local SWAT officer. Information gathered by Model D-D7 enabled a number of high-priority shipments to avoid detection by local law enforcement as well as set the groundwork for ambushes against City Major Crimes Police on 5/21/20XX. Cause of Death: single small-caliber gunshot to heart.

Model B-K19: Assigned to shadow entity John Doe K-107, believed to be the serial killer known as "The Strangler". Due to the nature of this model's death, it is the opinion of the debrief squad that "The Strangler" does not work alone or is, in fact several entities. Firearms do not fit "The Strangler's" M.O. and the body lacks any signs of sexual assault.

(That Strangler's been really busy lately. Been getting a lot more crushed windpipes and asphyxiation deaths than gunshot wounds some days. -K)

Model B-A16: Assigned to undercover work at Ayano H. Waters Japanese High School. Until its death, it was one of the longest-serving first-generation B Models. It is believed that upon discovery of its true nature, Model B-A16 was sexually assaulted and then killed on school grounds. The involvement of local authorities made it difficult to retrieve the body. Cause of death: gunshots to the ascending aorta and intestines, followed by exsanguination and organ failure.

Of note to the debrief team is Model B-A16, shown here with a K-generation Model B. Note the dyed hair, piercings, and pale skin of the K-generation on the right. It is possible that the unstable nature of later generations of the B-series makes them unsuited to missions that require more finesse and stealth.

(I've worked with both the early-gens and late-gen Model Bs. I can tell you for sure there's a major difference in quality. They don't make them like they used to. -K)

Preliminary scans indicate that Model B-A16 was in the late-early stages of pregnancy. Note the engorged breasts and stomach in comparison to Model B-K19.

Model D-L9 (shown below) appears to have been sexually assaulted post-mortem, indicated by the significant amount of semen in its oral and vaginal cavities.

Preliminary scans indicate seminal fluids in both locations to be from the same individual.

Close-ups of Model D-L9's "womb tattoo".

(I can't say I understand it but this is a trend I can get behind. From what we've observed from those pregnancy gangs, it does seem to have some effectiveness if the goal is to get knocked-up. Problem for our gals is that them getting a bun in the oven is, like, number FIVE on the priority list right now. Maybe this D-Model should've been born into another line of work. -K)

While post-mortem skin discoloration has lightened the skin, suntan patterning indicates that Model D-L9 was quite fond of sunbathing.

(Not really useful information? Remove to keep professional tone? - K)

Close-up of face and wound. Direction of the cut indicates that Model D-L9 was approached and assaulted from behind.

Model D-D7 (pictured below) was perhaps the most valuable of the morning's deliveries. Information gathered from its infiltration and subterfuge have been quite valuable to this date.

Close-up of Model D-D7's face. Smearing of its lipstick, combined with lack of any evidence of sexual assault indicate that it was involved in a passionate, consensual encounter prior to its termination.

(If this one's file is to be believed, this D was getting some frequently. Lucky bitch. -K)

Lactation, swelling of the breasts and stomach all indicate that Model D-D7, too was in the early stages of pregnancy.

Another angle with better view of the significant body modifications Model D-D7 did on itself.

(I hate the D Models. They look all cute with their puppy-dog eyes but they're all killers, I swear. I know they're designed to follow orders but the things these ones can do without even batting an eye... it makes me sick. -K)

There is an extraordinary amount of semen lodged inside Model D-D7's vaginal cavity. Even several hours post-mortem, it still flows out. Preliminary scans of bodily fluids and DNA on Model D-D7's body indicate that all fluids belong to the same individual.

(What a waste. -K)

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Agent L stops her typing for a moment. Two girls in Phantom Assault Gear lug another heavy corpse bound for disposal. One gunshot to the head, two to the chest. Whoever did this one in must've been a pro.

Agent L quickly jots down her initial observations on her data-pad. "Hopefully you didn't have any trouble with this one." she says. Two members of the assault team were were turned into stiffs just to bring this one in but both girls think better than to let the agent-in-charge know this fact.

The two girls almost stumble from the weight of the corpse.

"Careful, there. We gotta run analysis on it so don't you go breaking anything!" Agent L shouts from above.

"Yeah, just set her there where there's space." Agent L points to the space to the left (or the right, if you're one of the corpses) of the row of dead clones. "I'm sure we've got more on the way."

Agent L returns to her data entry.

Meanwhile, Agent K looks again over the seven corpses strewn across the warehouse floor.

Agent K can't help but think about these poor clones...

To be killed so brutally while wearing such skimpy outfits, forced to bare their bodies to the world...

The thought of the pained expressions they wore being the only remaining worldy evidence of their last thoughts in life...

The stained and ruined makeup, the thick semen pouring out from all their holes...

It's enough to make a girl quite excited. Agent K begins to touch herself. She mumbles.

"I wonder how these sluts died..."

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The door closes behind Model D-D7 with a quiet click.

Her hand slowly parts from the familiar doorknob. She reaches behind her neck,

undoing the mask that has been almost suffocating her for the past four hours.

She puts the mask away

and places her hands over her stomach.

Perhaps it wasn't the mask but instead the reality of the situation that made it so hard to breathe. She tries to take a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing."

"Honey?" the girl calls out. "I'm home.

A tired man's voice responds. "I'm in the bedroom."

"Comi~ng!" the girl responds.

She finds him facing away. He had always come to meet her and embrace in the hallway. Something is wrong...

"You said you had something important to talk with me about?" The girl asks to his back.

"Yeah." He responds sharply. "Come have a seat."

Nervous, the girl places her hand on her arm. Her heart is pounding.

"You know, I had something important too."

"Oh?" The man questions.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes and she shivers, trying to muster all the courage it takes to say just two simple words:

"I'm pregnant."

"W-what?" The man turns to face her.

"I just found out this morning. It can only be yours." She walks slowly to his side and takes a seat,

putting her hand onto his.

"I-I know I'm just a clone. A clone of some woman who did a lot of terrible things..." The tears begin to overflow, falling onto her cheeks and onto the bed below.

"But I think that with you and this child, maybe I can do something good. Even someone as worthless and terrible as me-"

His hand springs out and grabs the back of her head.

"Wha-" she blurts out.

As her lips are met with his.

Her body shivers with the sudden release of sadness and excitement. All are washed away and replaced with a warm, comforting feeling in her heart and her stomach.

His lips part from hers and move to her neck. His hand grabs a breast and lightly squeezes the soft flesh.

"Ohh~..." she releases a quiet moan.

He lowers her slowly to the bed, moving one hand into the top of her shirt, the other guiding her left hand lower. The pounding in her heart refuses to cease, the pressure building up in her heart and down below. She can't handle it any more.

He pulls down on her shirt, revealing her two engorged, lactating breasts.

"P-please..." She moans again.

"Please put it inside of me!" She pleads, begging him.

To no avail. He continues to tease her, sliding a finger into her now drenched hole down below. The rush of blood to her vagina and the pressure of the plug in her ass are enough to make her come immediately...

To be continued...

Author's note:

This is a new structure I've been meaning to try. I really don't know if people are into the stories at all or not but it was fun to write and I'd like to finish Model D-D7's story sometime in the near future. Ideally, every clone here gets a short little vignette showing how they reached their end but I don't know if that's realistically achieveable at all.

I'd like to portray the Phantom Gang as quite different from all the other gangs in the series. Whereas the pregnancy gangs are all quite single-minded in their goals (getting fucked and killing people so they can get fucked some more) and a few of the other gangs I have yet to introduce focus more on making money, the Phantom Gang is a lot more ambitious. They have real, concrete goals and the people and capital required to make those goals achieveable. I mean, any crime organization that can clone their own members has gotta be powerful, right? I also tried to portray them as ruthless as possible, with the girls just being faceless letters or tally marks on a body count list.

This also was an opportunity to show a few new outfits that you may see in future works.

Please let me know what you think about this format in the comments! I'm happy to hear any and all opinions!

Scheduled next for release is the long-awaited Execution Part 3. Thank you for your patience!