Clones

Lololoshka clones liked the spice growers very much, because a worker who works always and for free is a great worker. What you tell them, that's what they will do. That's why they are so valued among the guild of bigwigs. The door to the dusty storeroom creaked shut, cutting the light from the surface. The dark den in a cubbyhole of the Spiceworkers guild was, in Lololoshka's opinion, the perfect place to create clones. At Khaini's request, he took a glass jar out of his pocket and created several clones. Blue sparks swirled and in a few seconds three people, his exact copies, stood in front of him. "What was it Faragonda said? Fresypa...?" he recalled. -Fresypa! - he said rather loudly, pointing his wand at the crowd of clones. The glare swirled in a green dance, the wind rustling. Pale circles lit up in their eyes, and their gazes began to dart around the room. Apparently, the nervousness was being transmitted to them in full force. Some of them trembled, breathed nervously, and sighed heavily, until one of them had the courage to move closer to his parent. Lololoshka thought this was strange, since he hadn't ordered it. What he found even stranger was that the clones began to surround him, forming a ring, causing him to instinctively back away until he ran into another one of his own. One of the three clones clutched at his pants with a nervous grip, not wanting to let go. -Hey...!... Oh.let go... But the clone wouldn't listen. He came up hard, running his hands under his pants, unzipping his fly. The others didn't stay away either. The second began to pull down his shirt, and the other began to remove his clothes from himself. Lololoshka tried to kick, but the three "him" around him and managed to undress him, throwing him to the floor. Desperately fighting back with his legs, he didn't notice how he pulled them apart and lost his underwear. A loud moan vibrated through the room, exciting the others as the head entered Lololoshka's anus. The clone moved awkwardly, giving in to his instincts as the other one nestled on top, teasing a nipple with his tongue, twirling a finger around the other one. Aches and sighs flew around the room in unison with the creaking of the floorboards. The huge penis went in and out of him with an exciting squelch. Already completely given up in the hands of rapists, Lololoshka and forgot to think about the third that did not stand still. After getting rid of the extra clothes, he got closer to the victim. His cock stood with a stake against the mouth of the young smuggler. Unable to resist, he took the dick into his mouth, sucking intensely, swallowing muffled moans and whimpering in pain. At first he was pressured by the gag reflex and the pain in his stomach area, contrasting with the pleasant itching in his nipples, but afterwards he got used to it, already giving himself over to "himself", not resisting the slaps on his buttocks, the insertion of his fingers on his cock and the flesh-filled throat. Moans flew around the closet and praise the heavens that one almost never went to this part. -Ah...mhh...ah...ah...- was all Lololoshka could squeeze out of himself before the first clone started thrusting harder, knocking his prostate into meat, while saying something to the third, who in turn responded with even more intensity than in his ass. A pleasurable throbbing took over his body, making him shudder, something the second clone didn't lose sight of. Releasing the drooling nipple, he started on his cock, which had long since stood and was about to cum. Sucking on the reddened head and rolling his eyes in pleasure, he glanced at the flushed head of his victim, who was tiredly sucking on the third clone. Tears glistened in his eyes, blood streaming from his buttocks, crimsoning the marks of the hard spanks. His nipples were glistening vulgarly, and his belly was constantly inflating from the huge cock inside him, which was swelling and increasing in tempo with each passing second, moaning into the blowjob of the second clone, who was already at the limit. One again whispered something to the other, and they began to thrust into his body in unison, which made him moan softly, because of his broken voice and tears mixed with intimate sweat, which seemed to excite the rapists more. With each blow to his prostate he rolled his eyes more and more, blushed and moaned through the throat occupied by another cock. And the pace kept increasing, driving Lololoshka crazy. His legs and arms were shaking, and he was clawing at someone's back with his fingernails, scraping against the dusty and wet floor. A few more sharp movements, and as if on cue, thick cum began to pour copiously down his throat and asshole, then he poured into the mouth of the other clone, settling to the floor. He prayed to all the gods that this humiliation would be over, but he felt hands on his shoulder, felt his cock being lifted up on his arms without pulling out, and leaning against the wall, continued to fuck him mercilessly. The clone banged its head against his prostate, making his trembling voice sound like the last of his strength. He jerked his legs, or maybe he was just thrusting, just to get to the animal pleasure faster. Insults sprinkled in the air mixed with wild moans and squelching until one of them cummed into the other, throwing him to the floor. He wished now that he could hide somewhere and cry, which he didn't have the slightest strength to do. If he had the chance, though, he would have burst out with all his might, because the other clone was crawling toward him, rubbing his cock. For several more hours the muffled moans and sobs echoing from the closet roamed the deserted street. For several more hours without interruption he was being fucked in the ass. Brutally and without honesty, cumming in every hole in his body, cumming on his back, on his face and head, on his arms and legs, which collapsed exhaustedly at his sides, unable to help their owner, who had long since passed out, just to avoid feeling his shameful tearing.