Bacchanal

Manning a secondary transcription bay was considered a dead-end post. You were only assigned something as mundane as a rarely used backup transcriptor as punishment. This was the case for Kubler and doubtless had been for all of his predecessors. Various doodles from many hands covered his thick wooden desk—as old as the entire ship—showing a hundred years of disgraced engineer boredom.

Kubler didn’t mind the ancient outdated décor or the long hours of tedium. The job was by far the easiest he had had on the ship and as a man who loved undemanding work, he would be thrilled to keep it for the rest of his life on the colony ship’s multi-generation long voyage.

Besides, there were always people who found creative uses for the powerful matter transcriptor and he wasn’t above a little risk to make some money on the side. Most of these side jobs were drug related. The transcriptor could handle complex chemical compositions easily. One handful of pills could be easily copied and reproduced as many times as needed, for a pittance of raw material use. As long as no one got too greedy or careless, for a small price to Kubler you could have a virtually unlimited supply.

Other people had more unique vices. One of his customers had an actual live chicken, one of a dozen smuggled aboard when the ship first launched, the natural offspring passed down in secret, the owners forming a secret cabal to allow the chickens to meet and breed. Actual eggs were prized black market items on the ship, the rumor was that the current captain had a boiled egg for breakfast every morning and allowed the crime to continue unpunished as a hundred year old tradition. As far as Kubler knew, only he and his client were aware that one of the chickens was actually copied, killed, cooked and eaten by its owner once a month, making him one of the few colonists to have eaten animal flesh.

And then there were the twins.

Liz and Ross cautiously entered the bay, Ross carrying their long ship-standard engineers toolbag by the handle. It was the night shift, the vast majority of colonists would be asleep. Kubler knew what they wanted, they had been here often.

“Hello kids,” he pleasantly greeted them “feel like using the bay for a bit?”

Liz smiled prettily at him. The cute sixteen year olds smile was completely innocent and kind as she handed Kubler a disc that, as per their agreement, was full of fresh pictures of her performing various sex acts with her twin brother. Her large blue eyes would be gazing out at him from the pictures, much the way she looked at him now, only with her lips wrapped around her brothers thick cock or in some equally erotic position. He considered the pictures he received in payment from the two of them as the most worthwhile of his many payments, though they were definitely the most damning were he to be investigated.

“Make sure you recompile the leftovers when you’re finished.” he reminded them, and without another word left the bay to give them some privacy for a few hours.

Ross and Liz entered the staging area of the bay and began to remove their clothes. They were each intimately acquainted with the body of the other and completely comfortable in their nudity. Both had slender but fit bodies, Ross noticed his sister's abdominal muscles showing slightly though her pale white skin that, like all of the colonists, had never felt natural sunlight. Below was a small tuft of pubic hair, blond like the rest of the hair of both of their bodies. Despite having seen her like this thousands of times over the years, the sight of her small but perky breasts and already glistening labia coupled with the thought of what he would soon be doing to them brought him quickly to a fully aroused state, his cock jutting out rigidly from his body.

Ross reached down to the floor for his pants, pulled a single die out of his pocket, and offered it to his sister.

“Do you want to roll for it?” He always made this offer to her, and he knew she would refuse it.

“No, it’s my turn after all.” He laid the die on the ground in front of them.

Fully nude, Liz climbed onto the transcript platform. Both of them were getting increasingly aroused at what they knew would be happening in a few minutes, Liz’s nipples stood up small and erect as she smoothed her short blond hair back. Ross idly noticed the gesture as a sign of understandable nervousness. Few people on the ship would allow themselves to be copied in a matter transcriptor. While arguably a safe procedure, the process and what it implied tended to bother most people on a philosophical level. The twins had passed that point long ago. They’d been using the machine in this manner since the age of fourteen, days after developing their plan.

Ross remembered excitedly whispering under the bed covers in their shared room late one night. They had started exploring each other sexually not long after hitting puberty and would often have long post-coital talks about the most intimate subjects. On one of these nights he had been holding his sisters hand, gripping one of her fingers between his and wiggling it. This reminded her of a dream she had had, which she then related to him.

“You cut me into pieces.”

“With what?”

“Some kind of big knife. I don’t understand but it was incredible. I wanted you to keep taking off more and more.” She began to play with herself as she told him about how he had removed each part of her, had taken her apart completely in her dream, and how she had come as he cut through her neck to remove her head. Ross was in turn so aroused by her story that he came as she simply grasped his erect cock. Three years later they had grown accustomed to making their plan reality.

Ross went to the controls and primed the machine for a complicated job, powering up two separate outputs. Liz sat cross legged on the input pad, savoring the cool feel of the deck on her ass.

“Are you ready?” he asked her. She just gave him one of her perfect smiles.

She was vaporized as the machine Burnt her into code and instantly retranscribed her on both of the powered output pads.

Ross stepped out from behind the console, and stood before Liz 1 and Liz 2.

He picked the die up from the ground and held it out before them. “Are you ready?”he asked again.

There were no smiles this time. The anticipation was palatable. The two Lizzes looked at each other, knowing that only one of them would leave the room. They nodded.

“Do it.”

Ross pointed at them in turn. “Odd, and even.” And then dropped the die on the ground. Both of them watched as it bounced and landed on a four.

Liz 1 let out a long breath. Liz 2 was totally still.

Both of the twins knew what was going through Dead Liz’s head, and she knew that there was no point in bargaining or begging. She was shaky as she stood up and went to the toolbox.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get that.” Ross stopped her.

“O-of course” Dead Liz responded. She had been on the other end so many times. She was shocked it finally happened, she had finally gotten rolled. She began to feel panicky as Real Liz unzipped the mouth of the toolbag. At the same time she realized she was more aroused then she ever had been before. She remembered how many times she’d done this and how often the Dead Liz had mentioned how horny she was. She could feel her pussy begin to get wetter than it even had been during the transcription.

“I’ve never been so fucking horny.” She told them. She realized she was a Dead Liz that told them that. Others didn’t but she did. She began at this point to think of herself as a ‘Dead Liz’. She began to wonder at the previous actions taken by the many Dead Lizzes the twins had had their way with before. They were all still her, she was still her! What made up the differences that caused some to be manic with excitement and others to close themselves up until it was over? She had never really considered these questions until she was in that position and she wondered if this was a thing that all of the copies wondered, or just a few? Or maybe even just her? The others had all just been a toy she realized.

“I’m the dead one this time, you guys are going to kill me.” She spoke aloud, trying to sum up the thoughts rushing through her head before she was killed by her own brother and herself.

“I’m glad you made a talkative one this time.” Ross told Real Liz as he pulled the bottle of pills out of the bottom of the toolbag. He looked at her now and winked. “You always have interesting things to say.”

She felt a twinge of annoyance at the way her brother ignored her in favor of the her that would go on to leave the room with him. “Yeah, I like talkative Dead Rosses too.”She said, hoping to subtly remind him that next time it could be him in this position. Real Liz smiled at her. Was it possible that her other self would see what she did?

“I like them too.” Real Liz agreed, as though they hadn’t been a single person five minutes before. She tiptoed on the cold floor over to Dead Liz and ran her fingers through her accumulating pubes. “I didn’t realize I needed to shave so bad! You’re lucky, Dead Liz, you won’t ever need to shave again.”

Upon hearing herself called Dead Liz, the term they reserved for the copies they made and murdered, she realized that this position was unique to her. She wouldn't be able to make her original understand her point of view, Real Liz would only find out once she received an unlucky roll and became a Dead Liz herself.

“I guess not” she agreed as Ross unfolded and laid down one of their absorbent drop cloths. “You guys are going to fuck me and not just kill me right? I mean I know we didn’t discuss it but we have the time. Well, you guys have the time.” Ross smiled at her and her heart jumped a little. She’d always loved her brothers kind smile. She was glad to see it again, to get some of his attention before she died.

“Of course we’re going to fuck you. Aren’t we Liz?”

“Definitely! You want some pills?”

“Yeah, I really do.” Real Liz shook a dozen of the pills into her own mouth and embraced Dead Liz, kissing half of them into her, both of them swallowing. The kiss was aggressive, Dead Liz had kissed herself plenty of times and was familiar with the weirdness of it. Ross as usual declined to take any. It was rare for even a dead Ross to take the painkillers. He playfully pushed both Lizzes to the ground and began to suck Dead Liz’s nipples as Real Liz continued to explore her own mouth. He playfully bit at her nipples before working his way down her torso, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave bruises that would never have the time to fade.

She broke the kiss with Real Liz. “I want to taste you.” She told her. Real Liz smiled as she stood up, changed position, and lowered her pussy over Dead Liz’s face, playfully applying pressure and pulling away slightly as her copy gripped her small, but well shaped ass to taste herself directly. Dead Liz hungrily licked at her copies wet cunt, her face getting coated with her own familiar secretions before moving her head back to get at the tight ring of her asshole, nuzzling it with her nose before trying to push her tongue into it. She briefly thought back to anticipating this moment while she had showered earlier, playing with herself while imagining tasting the subtle flavor of her own freshly cleaned ass.

Ross had finally finished his trail of increasingly rough bruises down her body, and ended by sucking hard on her engorged clit, surprising her and causing her to moan into her copies asshole. She braced herself, knowing what would happen as his sucking increased hard, the shock of pain bringing her to a sudden hard orgasm as blood vessels popped in her clit, turning it into a clump of bruised flesh.

He sat back to admire his work, idly stroking his violently erect cock as Real Liz lowered herself completely over Dead Lizzes face to feel her whimpered post-orgasmic panting directly with her pussy.

“Are the pills kicking in yet?” Ross asked, playfully pinching Dead Liz's nipples “I can’t wait to take you apart.”

"Not quite yet." Real Liz answered him, having taken the same dose. She pumped her hips back and forth, smearing her asshole and cunt on Dead Lizzes face. "I want to watch you fuck her."

He obliged her, positioning the head of his swollen cock at the entrance of her wet cunt and pushing himself all the way into her with a single thrust. She gasped as pain shot from her battered clit and was conflated with the amazing and familiar feeling of her brother's cock filling her up. She realized this was likely the last fuck she'd would ever experience in her life and greedily moved her hips with his thrusts, hoping she get to experience at least one more orgasm before they butchered her. Real Liz massaged her breasts as she continued to grind her sloppy cunt onto her face, the smell of her arousal growing overpowering. Ross reached over and put his fingers in both Dead LIzzes mouth and Real Lizzes pussy, feeling her eating out her duplicate. The feeling of his cock inside her began to overpower the pain and she felt herself begin to come again. At nearly the same time, Real Liz climaxed hard against her brother's hand and sat back, resting her weight full on Dead Lizzes face, temporarily suffocating her with her cunt.

She stood up as the orgasm subsided, not wanting to end Dead Liz prematurely. A long strand of her pussy secretions stretched up with her, connecting the two of them still, and the sight drove Ross to his first climax, emptying himself within her in a ejaculation that seemed to stretch out forever.

"Ooh, I think those pills are kicking in." Real Liz proclaimed as she fell back to her knees on top of Dead Liz, presenting her with a view of her identical, but unbruised pussy as she took her brothers slackening cock in her mouth to clean it. Dead Liz hadn't even known that he had pulled out of her and realized she too was naturally feeling the effect of the drugs. Her heart rate sharply jumped as she realized that their fun would begin in earnest and she was about to finally learn what it felt like to have her body taken apart, to be reduced to chunks of dead flesh.

She remembered back to when she was a young girl and accidentally saw a feed of a pretty young female engineer, rent asunder at the waist by a blast door malfunction. From that moment young Liz couldn't stop wondering what that would feel like, to have part of you suddenly become something else.

The first time she experienced orgasm—a skinny nine year old holding perfectly still as pressurized water beat down on her upturned cunt from the bathtub faucet—she pictured herself sheared in half like that pretty engineer had been. As she sprinted through puberty her masturbatory fantasies grew more wild, more elaborate and depraved. She recalled building up the nerve to share her dreams with her brother, who often featured in them, and the joy she felt when he accepted and even reciprocated her feelings and found a way to make her dreams into reality. She knew now that this experience was to be the ultimate culmination of her desires, every dream and fantasy of being taken apart had been practice and she had, on some level, known that this had to be her fate all along. She sat up and tried to convey this to Real Liz, but couldn't get the words out, either fear or the drug had quelled her voice. Real Liz shushed her and laid her back down gently while Ross emptied their toolbag.

"I understand." She told her simply, and that was enough. She ceased to think of herself as a person as she lied there, the numbing effect of the drug sweeping her body up in a wave of pleasure, as though a warm comforter were being placed over her. She watched as Ross took the tool known to them as a cleaver out of the bag.

Every engineering department on a colony ship had the cobbled together tool. An hour spent following the convoluted protocol in place for detaching one of the thousands of six-inch-thick heavy-duty cables that made up the ship's wiring was all it took for a frustrated engineer to find a scrap of plating, attach it to a handle, and sharpen it into a thick blade capable of simply severing a ruined cable in a single solid blow. Liz remembered watching as a fourteen year old Ross quietly slid one off of a maintenance cart left in a corridor and carried it back to their shared room, unseen.

What had her attention now were the alligator clamps. He approached her with them and looked into her eyes. She found herself suddenly paralyzed by fear. The fact that this was actually happening to her this time hit her hard again. Without breaking his gaze, he spread her legs apart. She remembered the first time he had done that to her, the first time they had made each other feel good. Real Liz knelt off to the side, playing with herself in anticipation but for the moment her brother was only looking at her.

"Are you ready?" He asked her one last time.

"Ready." she agreed, and gave him a huge smile.

She cried out as he fastened the clamp onto her swollen clit. Real Liz took two more and clamped them to her nipples, the serrated edges of the clamps biting into the flesh of her breasts and drawing blood. Even in her drugged state, she wasn't prepared for the amount of pain that seeped though, and she knew that it was the smallest fraction of what was coming.

Ross pinched her clit, pulled it out, and used a boxcutter to roughly slice it off of her. She felt the blade separate the flesh and felt the tiny organ tear away from her body. Memories flashed through her mind—of her initial discovery of the small nub, of the amazing way she felt rubbing it against her pillow, of her first orgasm in the bathtub from the water, her knees shaking so hard, shocked at the sounds her small voice made—the air rushed out of her now from the sheer pain, producing wholly different sounds.

The sounds of herself in the throes of orgasm were not entirely memory, Real Lizzes face was a perfect mirror of her own in both form and expression as the sight of herself being mutilated caused her to climax onto her own hand, the full pleasure gained from her unharmed clitoris forever denied to the copy of herself before her. She crawled over to Dead Liz and put her mouth against the fresh wound, eagerly sucking the blood off that managed to seep out through the clamp. Hungrily she lapped at the spot, while tightening the clamp to staunch any blood flow and gnawing lightly at the folds of her cunt, dripping wet despite of or because of the pain. Ross took the severed organ into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it like he did the removed clit of every Dead Liz they made. His cock leaked precum freely and he longed to force his way past his sister's mouth and sate himself in the dead girl's ruined cunt.

Instead he took the first of the thick industrial cable ties and put it over her left wrist, tightening it as far as it would go. Dead Liz felt her hand grow the rest of the way numb as the circulation was stopped near completely with the ersatz tourniquet.

Anticipation built within her for something completely new as her brother removed a battered piece of wood and the cable cleaver from the toolbag. She tried to identify the emotion with her drug addled brain as he lay her wrist on the block and raised the blade high, but something primal and orgasm like was swelling to a crescendo within her, and as he brought the blade down it peaked. Her hand split away from her arm, trailing an arc of blood as her mind broke completely and all pain and fear was replaced with a new high, a second wind that brought her into a state where she could observe the things happening to her with a feeling of profound joy and wonder.

She smiled wide as Real Liz retrieved the hand that had once been her primary way of interacting with her world and was now a hunk of meat. Real Liz stood before her, her cunt trailing strings of her own arousal, and put Dead Lizzes former index finger into her mouth. With a bit of effort, she bit down and separated the digit from the hand. She offered it to Ross who followed suit with the middle finger and when it was offered to her, she dutifully bit off her own former ring finger, chewing it into pieces in her mouth before spitting it out. Only Ross swallowed the bony digit before tossing the hand aside and fastening a new cable tie around her upper arm.

He paused to raise her shortened arm and she almost laughed as his nose tickled her armpit. Gently he kissed it, "I've always loved this part of you." he said. She remembered all the times he'd given into his fascination with that part of her body, smelling it, licking it, even fucking it. She remembered the trails of cum rolling down her side after he'd exhausted himself there. A hard chop severed her humerus and her arm was now truncated, ending at his favorite part. Real Liz played with the isolated elbow joint, folding and unfolding it a few times as Ross tightened another strap onto both her right wrist and upper arm. As he prepared to remove them too, she tossed the useless limb aside and began again to suck on her copies ruined cunt. As Dead Liz had her last remaining fingers chopped off, Real Liz pushed two of hers deep into the other's cunt, stimulating the internal remnant of her clit. Dead Liz found herself building up to another orgasm and cried out happily as she managed to actually come again as her brother removed her other arm entirely.

"Trade me." Ross said, "I have to fuck her now." Real Liz graciously moved aside and busied herself with slicing off Dead LIzzes swollen nipples while her brother roughly spread her legs completely and again impaled her with his swollen cock. Any pain she felt now just comfortably drifted into the background as Dead Liz enjoyed her last fuck. Real Liz began to kiss her all over her face, Dead Liz guessed her intention easily enough before she focused on her eye, licking the surface all over before positioning her mouth over the socket and sucking hard. The sensation of the orbital muscles suddenly giving way felt completely bizarre as her eye was delivered into her doubles waiting mouth.

The feeling of total helplessness—being unable to fend off someone in the process of destroying your most sensitive organ—crashed down on her and she felt something like a long final climax begin as she had the nerve bitten off and witnessed the eye displayed to her on Real Lizzes tongue, viewed with her remaining eye. Ross was thrusting into her harder than he ever had during their years of casual intercourse, she felt her vagina tear all the way into her asshole and realized he had inserted a finger alongside his cock and literally pulled her apart.

Things were happening so fast, she felt as though time was beginning to distort. She was aware that she was climaxing when Real Liz sunk the boxcutter through her abdominal muscles and ripped open her stomach along the path laid by her brother's earlier bites, splitting her bellybutton apart. Her intestines were roughly pulled from her body by both twins with Ross still inside her. The gore was set aside and she realized that her death was imminent. She tried to tell her brother and herself that she loved them, but the words wouldn't come out properly. Liz understood her anyway.

"We love you too." she said warmly as she brought the cleaver down repeatedly on the remaining shreds of tissue that made up her waist, severing her spine and completely detaching her lower half. She lost all sensation below the cut and saw Ross tear it away from her completely as he finally came, pumping himself violently into her displaced flesh. She smiled her last smile as her brother took her bottom half and placed its lifeless knees to either side of her head, giving her a final view of his cum pouring out of her destroyed cunt as Liz brought the blade down on her neck.

The twins continued to fuck in the pile of gore that was Dead Liz until they both lay together side by side, hands clasped, fully satisfied. For a while Ross dozed while Liz held up the blue eye taken from her dead copy and stared deep into it, imagining what it would feel like when her turn came to be torn apart.

Eventually Ross woke and they lifted themselves out of the pile of gore to clean up their mess. Liz began to collect the pieces of her duplicate and load them onto the recompile stage as Ross unwound the hose and washed off the floor, their absorbent pads being only slightly helpful in containing the spilled blood. After washing themselves, the twins used the machine to recycle the remains back into raw matter storage, a deficit of several kilograms they washed down the drain would go completely unnoticed by anyone but Kubler.

"Oh!" Liz realized. "When we were just now fucking we should have taken some pics to pay Kubler with next time."

"Oh no!" Ross responded in mock annoyance. "You mean I have to fuck you again later just so we can take some pics?" He slapped her on the ass, surprising her as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"Don't piss me off!" she jokingly warned as she eyed his cock disappearing behind the folds of his underwear. "It's your turn next time, remember?"

"Maybe. I think I might make you roll me for it." He hefted the bag and they walked out of the bay arm in arm.


First thing of this type I've really ever written. Any feedback would of course be appreciated. <3
If anyone wants, I'll post additional chapters.