She continues the story

"John, suck on her breast."

Without having to be told twice, you quickly fasten your lips to the large, brown nipple and begin sucking. It tastes almost human. The clone stares forward passively, though you can feel her nipple harden against your tongue.

Putting her knife back in its sheath, Cale leans back against the desk. "As you can imagine, the Commonwealth is anxious to get her back. Or, failing that, they would rather have her destroyed. Of course, she has her own plans. As do I. You may fondle her breasts, if you like." Taking what you can get, you lift your hands to cup and knead those gorgeous melons.

At the snap of her fingers, another clone steps forth from her corner. She then proceeds to rip Cale's uniform into pieces with her bare hands. Without appearing to notice anything out of the ordinary, Cale continues over the sound of ripping fabric. You watch her out of the corner of your eye as you continue sucking on those nipples.

"No doubt you're wondering how Osha managed to fit herself into a body. Well, no one knows how she did it except her. It's no ordinary android frame, either. I'm told that it is nearly indistinguishable from a human body. Perhaps you know this firsthand? Nevertheless, it's stronger and more combat effective than a military grade neurosuit."

At this point, Cale is completely naked except for her black polished boots and peaked service cap. Her breasts are even more luscious than you imagined, large, soft and inviting. Glancing downwards, you see that her pussy is completely shaved. A tattoo of three stars over a crescent moon in red ink sits just below her pierced navel. Her uniform is in shreds on the ground at her feet, and the clone responsible for it is on all fours with her head down. "Stop sucking." You stop, and turn to look at her. Suddenly, Cale gives you a hard, open hand slap right across the face. As soon as your cheek starts to sting she barks, "Down on your knees, dog!" A hard shove from the bare-chested clone sends you to the floor.

Still leaning back on the desk, Cale lifts her left leg so that her boot is resting on the back of the clone kneeling down beside her. Spreading her legs open farther, she says in a commanding tone, "Eat me. And you'd better be good." The clone who pushed you off the chair grabs a fistful of your hair painfully and thrust your face into Cale's dripping cunt. Fueled partly by your sense of self-preservation and partly by your lust, you dive in with enthusiasm. Cale tastes sweet and tangy, not at all what you expected. As you continue your oral ministrations to the best of your ability, you can feel strong hands tearing your clothes off, piece by piece.

Putting one hand on your head, Cale speaks in a warmer tone than before. "Mmmm, I see that Eldren has taught you well, apprentice. Oh! And I see you have a few tricks of your own!" As she lets out a throaty laugh, you feel a strong hand grip your rapidly hardening shaft. One of the clones has gotten down behind you, and is jerking you off from behind.