She's like a lewd caricature of Cassandra

I'm quickly learning what the most annoying part of the cloning process is. As much of a bother it was too look away from whoever I came in under the risk of my eyelids burning off, the waiting game for the copy to do something made me feel anxious to an extremely infuriating degree. The first Goth, or Goth Alpha if I was going to call this one Goth Beta, said that she didn't really exist until midway trough me and Cass's fight over her body. Did that mean that the Beta version would take longer, to adjust for the changes? Could her mind be simplified, therefore making the process faster? I had no fucking idea, all I could do was to sit on my ass until something happened.

But, as I look at my limp dick, I notice that a small part of my load hadn't been swallowed. There was still a little bit of cum hanging on the spot between the shaft and the balls. Plunging my middle and index finger into that small puddle, I offer the first one to the girl by my side. "Suck my finger." I command, only realizing that it was Cass when she flips me the bird. "Sorry, I thought you were Goth. It's not my fault that the most beautiful angels all look alike."

"Do you always have to pick the most try-hard lines when you feel like you need to look good?" She shakes her head. Still, I managed to stop making her look angry at me. That's a win on my book. "What are you even trying to figure out? How small a dose you need to clone people?"

"I need to note that down to test it out later, but no. I was thinking more across the lines of 'Can the same batch work with more than one person?'" I explain my thinking. She looks as curious as I am about it. Without a word, she scoops up the small dose of cum into her own finger, and sucks it clean. Her mouth does a 'Pop' sound when she takes it off, but no there is no light show.

"Well, the answer is either 'No' or 'No when all you have it a teardrop's worth'" She shrugs, and taps Goth Alpha on her shoulder. "Your try, sexy girl. Can you make another one of those with the leftovers?". The original clone doesn't hesitate in licking the contents off from my finger, but the result is still futile. "I guess it doesn't matter if it's the same person or not." Cass concludes.

Even after our distraction is over, Goth Beta still hasn't shown any signs of life. I sigh, and try to concentrate on if there was anything we did when Alpha woke up that might have accelerated it. Which does bring some ideas to my mind, honestly. "Hey, at the risk of sounding dumb here, why don't we try pinching her or something among those lines? It worked out the first time, didn't it?"

"There's no chance pinching her will achieve anything, she won't feel it." Goth Alpha interrupts me, and I'm surprised to see her take the initiative like that. "You basically impaled me with your dick without much problem, the only reason you guys hurt me earlier was because you were pulling me in opposing directions."

"Wait, hold on. Are you telling me that if only one of us had been pulling on your nipples, you wouldn't have felt it?" Cass asks her, disbelieving what she was hearing.

"I would have certainly felt it, but it wouldn't have hurt me at all." Goth Alpha affirms. "Look, anything that involves a single **** pushing me in or yanking me out I can deal with. This is going to sound really gross, but you can probably shove a broom up my ass and I'd be able to walk with it as a tail no problem. But if you did the same with a thick butt-plug, it would pain me as much as it would pain you. Because, you know, it would be tearing my asshole up."

"What's wrong with tearing up an asshole or two?" Goth Beta asks, winning the contest for the worst first words in all of history. She seems awfully giddy when we look at her, like a student who said something gross in the middle of class to disturb their teacher. "Just think about it for one second, really look into the possible results. They're all wonderful on their own way." She shifts herself to sit cross-legged, rocking her body back and forth.

"The person who had their asshole torn could die, meaning that we get to send someone to the dark beyond and please the rulers of the realm. Or they could survive, but become bitter with this cruel mortal world. This means that they would embrace their inner darkness, something we all should strive for. Or maybe, just maybe, they could become a painal slut, and who doesn't enjoy having someone around who loves to be abused?" She starts laughing and clapping her hands. "Go on, my children of the night! Tear all the assholes in the world! Start with mine." She rolls over, her ass now facing us as it sticks in the air. She wiggles it from side to side. "Try if you dare."

My eyes go to the other ladies. They're baffled by the words that came out of a mouth so alike hers. I look back at that asshole egging us on. My dick is not going to get up so quickly, but even if it could, I have my doubts over sticking it in crazy. However, she did challenge us. And I have a way.

"Are you really sure that you want us to try it?" I examine the room to see what the opinion is on me fisting Beta. Cassandra is down with it immediately, she surely feels mocked by what she just saw and wants to see her clone once removed humbled. Goth Alpha lacks her enthusiasm, but she is yet to deny me. I pump myself up, even as I hear Beta laugh.

"You were smart enough to bring me to life, but you are still so naive as to think I can be frightened by a mortal's threats?" Her laughter prevents her from speaking further. I feel entitled to shut her up, and I can think of no way better to do that than by spanking her ass. She moans as she gets struck, quite loudly. It keeps her quiet for a couple of seconds, until she realizes that she needs to save face. "That's a start, I suppose. But you need a lot more than a small hole to bury a dead body, and I still have my doubts on if you can be my gravedigger." She shakes her butt again. "Do your duty, then."