Send a clone to the mother and little sister, keep Clarissa to himself

''Won't be long mom.'', Anne said enthusiastically as she skipped up the stairs to her room. Kal rushed up as well, his vessel's boobs bouncing with the steps taken.

Clarissa entered Anne's bedroom casually, and sat down on the comfy bed. She looked at Anne who did not seem to mind her sister coming into her room. Kal grinned as he sent a clone of himself inside Anne.

''Sorry boss, I can't do it either.'', the clone spoke as it twirled around the chair that Anne was sitting on to face Clarissa.

''Dammit...'', Kal cursed. ''This just leaves me that choice.''

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''Feels weird...'', Kal mused. A blank faced Marcy looked straight past him or to be more exact, his vessel. ''Feels like I'm getting stronger.''

Anne waved her hand in front of Marcy's face, but to no response. Anne grinned widely. ''No response here.'', she said chirpily, before helping herself another spoonful of cereal.

''Name? '', Clarissa inquired.

''Marcy Robinson.'', came a monotonous reply.

''Age?''

''45.''

''Much better!'', Clarissa smirked. Kal thought that he should have enslaved Clarissa first to know more about her life than to frantically find information about it.

''Stand up and take that nightgown off.'', Clarissa commanded.

Marcy did not object, she let her cotton nightgown fell to the floor, exposing her scantily clad body, dressed only in a black silky bra and matching knickers.

''Whoa...'', Anne's mouth gaped open as she saw the sight. ''Awesome rack...'mom'!''

Kal fed on the view. Marcy's body was finely toned and with the busty DD rack hidden inside the cups, people could have mistaken her for someone in her late twenties. ''Probably spend lots of money on it.'', Clarissa smirked again as she walked closer.

''I know what I could do with her.'', Anne quipped as she joined the advance.