The Hermit (a clone story) by Drgong

Some call me a hermit, but I like my life.

I even officially have a grid hookup, though the small waterwheel I have below my spring house will produce 80% of the power I need, and I have a lot of varied company, I am the end of the line of the cloning industry.

City folk down off the mountain, they order clones all the time, housekeepers, pleasure toys, menial labor, whatever is allowed by the law. All female as they never did figure out how to clone males, the Y gene screws up the process somehow. I am not a professor so I cannot tell you why, just that it is the case.

Anyways, there are clubs out there that snuff out clones, but they are not as common as you think. Thus, there is a large surplus of clones, some are just in jobs that require fresh clones, others are too close to there built in expiration date to be resold. And it costs money for the companies to dispose of the bodies if they let them expire. So I made a deal with the traders.”

Karen was listening to the man speak, it was a long dirt road. The man was older, most likely born well before the clone economy took over. She was a graduate student in anthropology, and she was doing research on the lesser known sidelines of the cloning lifecycle. She smiled as a pretty blond gave her a cup of hot tea. the girl then gave the old man a tea and went inside to work in the kitchen.

“See, that girl is a clone, copy of Amanda Seyfried, not sure if you know her, but she a actress. Anyways, she was a housekeeper and was traded in for a Natalie Portman housekeeper, and she had less then a month to go before expired, so I took my truck down to the dealer and picked her up.”

“How much did she cost?”

“He paid me $50 to pick her up”

“The dealer PAID you to pick her up?”

“yes, you see, as a dealer any clones that expire while he in ownership he has to take to the incinerator and pay money for her to be disposed of, but since I am a private citizen, that is not a issue.”

“What is this expiration?”

The old man looked at me funnily, then shook his head “I guess they don’t tell people these days, but all clones are grown with a built in timer, some are six months, some are four years, at most by law 10 years and one day. At which point a few organs fail and the clone dies.”

“oh”

“Yes, it makes sure that the clones don’t get any big ideas, and also the cloning companies like it as it provides a constant need to replace old stock.”

The old man mobile phone went off, and he excused himself and chatted with whoever was on the other line. Karen decided that she should go in where it was a tad warmer.

Inside, the Amanda was busy putting out a salad for a lunch, Amanda smiled and told Karen that the vegetables where real, grown in the garden, and not algae-yeast formed.

“Wow, I haven’t had that in years, how does he afford it?”

Amanda laughed “he grows his own silly, has a garden out back in the summer”

Questions where quickly put aside, and Karen, Amanda, and the hermit soon where enjoying the meal. when finished, the old man looked at Karen and said

“good news, I have a call, one of the local dealers has some for me to pick up. You can see how the deal happens, Amanda, make sure the barn is cleaned out, will be using it tonight.”

Amanda went slightly pale, but nodded, and soon Karen was riding down the bumpy road in a old beat up pick up truck. She was busy making notes in her journal and she didn’t even notice when they hit the main road. She was finishing up when the truck pulled into a somewhat seedy used clone dealership.

“Hi Hank, don’t mind her, she just doing some research, how can I help you?”

Hank, the dealer, had them come to the back of the dealership. Karen was amazed to see all the girls sitting around, talking, on one wall was a stack of clones still in their shipping crates, under stasis. however going past all the girls, she saw three girls pulled aside in the back. One was a Kate Winslet clone, the other two, a redhead and black girl, she couldn’t place.

“I ordered a large consignment from the whole seller, went though there dates, and these three pleasure clones have less then a week, cant really sell them, not worth my time feeding, cleaning, and doing their makeup for the price they will get.”

The hermit just grunted, “A Kate Winslet, a Alicia Witt, and a Zoe Saldana, yes?”

Hank shook his head “I never should be surprised how well you know 20th-21st century celebs”

The hermit smiled “simple enough when you remember the 20th century. But it is useful since most of the actresses I grew up watching have had there DNA copy writes expire, thus are produced by the ton”

“So how much?”

“well, the usual fee, $50 for the first one, $25 for the next, so that $100 and I will take them off your hands.”

Hank pulled out the bill, and the three women climbed in the truck, the Zoe and Kate in the back, and the Alicia in the middle of the front seat.

As they where going down the road, the Alicia looked at Karen and said “I was tank-trained to be a musician, what about you?”

Karen laughed “sorry hon, I am naturally born, but am a grad student”

the Alicia looked at Karen,and gave her a odd smile, then shrugged her shoulders. It was a long, quiet trip back to the homestead.

Karen decided to wash up, and smiled when she saw the handmade soap for the shower, while she couldn’t do it, she had started to learn to respect the independent lifestyle of the old man.

When she dressed and exited her room, the house was empty. Amanda was busy burning some items in the burn barrel, and she could hear a noise from the barn, so Karen non-nonchalantly walked towards it.

When she turned the corner, she wished she had stayed in the house.

The Zoe was bent over, the old man was behind her, fucking her hard, with a cord around her neck. Karen, hand over mouth watched in horror as the clone struggled, trying to get air, then falling forward, and the old man erupted in her. slapping her twitching body, he tied off cord behind Zoe back, and walked to a place where Karen could not see.

Karen tip-toed forward, Checking the Zoe, there was not heart beat. Karen never learned first aid, and she knew that this was legal, just that she never expected to see it. Looking up she could see the Winslet was sobbing, noose around her neck, and the old man was smiling as he pulled the nude girl up.

Karen ran back to the house, and Amanda was sitting on the rocking chair, looking blankly at the barn.

“don’t worry, I don’t like to watch either”

“so you seen him do this before?”

“When I came to the homestead, I was with three other girls, he looked us over, pulled me aside, and I watched as he hung, garroted, and beheaded the other girls. I had such bad nightmares that I never watched again.”

a hour later, the Hermit in fresh clothing, and a very pale Alicia arrived. Amanda and Alicia quickly began to cook the dinner, though Alicia was almost useless. it was a quiet dinner, even with the pork roast that was quite good. The hermit went down to the barn after dinner. And hours later she heard the Old Man enter the house, she was trying to sleep, and she heard the door open, and while she pretended to sleep, she could feel the old man look at her, then he was gone. She fell asleep to rocking sounds and gasps from Alicia’s bedroom.

At breakfast was finishing up, the Hermit looked over the table, and said “Karen, could you join me down at the barn, I have to show you a few things.”

Karen was dreading it, walking down the uneven path, she entered in the barn, and the hermit showed her to the back room, when she entered, Karen had to swallow back her breakfast.

She could see the drained, parceled out parts of the zoe and Winslet clones, like a butcher shop. Breasts, arms, legs, and other cuts neatly sorted out, the heads of the both of them near the top. staring off into the void.

“you see Karen, just burning up or burying a clone is a waste, I make a unique living, I get paid to pick up clones nearing there end, and I put them down”

“By strangling them while your having sex with them? or hanging a sobbing girl?”

“believe me Karen, it is a mercy compared to liver and kidney failure, which was their fate otherwise.”

Karen grew quiet. She thought back, she couldn’t remember any of her family dying from kidney or liver failure, just her parents in that car crash when she was a young girl. She blinked back to the present as the old man continued.

“I waste not, not even the parts that you cannot eat go to waste. The skin is made into leather, occult bookdealers love the stuff, See this cooker here, it slowly boils off the scraps i put in it. I get fat off the top, which I make into soap, and the remainder makes ideal fertilizer. Just like the Knackerman of old.”

Karen mind was swimming, the home made soap she used to wash made her skin crawl, the vegetables fertilized with …That…

The hermit called for Amanda, and he smiled, and said “I think you should watch a complete processing”

“Not sweet Amanda, she too kind..”

“Sweet Amanda as you put it has three days before her time is up anyways, I just calling it in early”

Amanda walked in, and gulped when she saw what was on the table, then she looked at the Old Man and her heart fell.

“Amanda, it is time”

Tears welled up in her large, expressive eyes, she looked at the old man, then Karen, and then back to the old man.

“I will try to be brave, I won’t fight, but when it comes down to it…i can’t..”

“Shhh Amanda, you been very kind to me, I will be kind back to you.”

Amanda slowly stripped, exposing her large chest and round backside. She almost resisted when the hermit tied her hands together. But she relented, and trying to be brave, he half carried, half walked her out to a stump.

The hermit took a large, broad Ax, and he made sure it was sharp. While Amanda sobbed, neck over the stump. Karen couldn’t take her eyes away, watching the site.

“Karen, this Ax needs sharping, why don’t you rub Amanda pussy while I sharpen it, make her feel a little better.”

Karen thought for am moment, she had never done that, but then again, she had never watched a girl get beheaded. Karen nodded and knelt to Amanda, and started to rub. Soon Amanda was no longer sobbing, even with the sound of stone on ax as the hermit sharpened the Ax, and she became wet. Karen carefully pushed two fingers in Amanda, and rubbed Amanda’s clit with the other. Amanda had a long, quiet orgasm on Karen hands. Amanda leaned over and kissed Karen, and while Karen was surprised, she had no room to resist, after all, her fingers where in Amanda’s wet pussy.

“Thanks, that was sweet of you”

Karen just nodded at Amanda, who smiled as she put her neck on the stump, looking at karen. The moment of serenity was broken when Karen Jumped as the Ax removed Amanda’s head from her neck. The firm, fleshy body of Amanda twitched as Amanda head bounced to the ground, eyes wide in surprise.

The hermit smiled “it is tough to do it right, but always pleasing when you can get the head off with one stroke.”

Karen was slightly put off, but soon was carrying Amanda’s head as the old man carried her body back to the barn. Karen watched as Amanda was De breasted, her belly cut open and cleaned out, then broken down to the cuts of meat. Two hours later, Amanda joined Zoe and Winslet in the cooler.

Dinner once again was a silent affair, Karen not thinking of Amanda, not thinking what, who who might be the “pork” of the meal. She washed herself without soap, and went to bed.

Karen heard the hermit come in, and slide into bed with her. She kissed him, enjoying the feel of his beard on her face. The hermit gave a huge smile when she took off her Tshirt, looking at her impressive chest and firm belly. She had to give credit when the night was done. The hermit had the endurance of a marathon runner, and all the clones he dealt with meant he knew which buttons to press to get a response.

In the morning she woke up, half regretting the last night. Not only did she have sex with a girl, she had sex with a old man who could be her grandfather. She washed and packed, as today she headed back to school.

She put her bag in the back of the truck, and the hermit gave her a big bear hug from behind, she smiled.

“Sorry old man, hate to disappoint you, but I am going back to school.”

“No you not” and Karen eyes widened when she heard and felt the click of the cuffs on her wrists.

“No please, you can’t do this, look, I know you do this to clones, but you can’t do this to citizens”

the old man laughed, and Alicia brought out a leather cord and helped push Karen towards the barn.

“No, you can’t do this, I will be looked for, I have friends waiting for me, the police will be looking for me!”

“will they?”

Karen was surprised on how sure he was.

“They will be looking for me”

“Why”

“my friends, the police, there will be looking for me.”

“Dear girl, do you not know what you are?”

Karen was surprised “what you mean?”

“your a clone”

Karen laughed, this was so ridiculous.

“You didn’t know about experation dates”

“so?”

“That in the third grade education, unless of course, you where tank trained…”

“This is ridiculous, your insane”

“You have no memories of a family member dying, a orphan who parents you don’t remember died in a auto accident”

“so”

“What type of belly buttons are there?”

“innie, outies, and nottheres…”

Then it dawned on her, why everything now was so vivid, but even college was so fuzzy…not in technocolor like this trip had been in.

“Noo…please…this …”

Karen sobbed as the old man put a cord around her throat and pulled tight.

Two hours later, the hermit called his old friend “that was cute trick there, I guessed when she didn’t know about clone expiration, but i wasn’t sure till i saw she didn’t have a belly button last night…”

The end.