Another week, another jump rope.

Nanaca had gotten into the habit of stealing jump ropes from the gym. She had managed to persuade the gym staff to excuse her from PE classes, so she was relegated to cleaning the supply locker with the other excusees once every week. This meant she knew intimately the insides of the gym supplies. She often stole one when it wasnt her time to clean the supplies, often the blame would either fall on the student in-charge of cleaning that day, or it wouldnt even be noticed.

She made her way back to her room, prize in tow, and it was something special too. It was part of a pair of jump ropes used in double-dutch, very long indeed, certainly a trophy for the self proclaimed jump rope bandit. She patted her bag to make sure it was still there, and she giggled when she thought of how the student over seeing the supplies would be punished. She was now only a few feet away from her dorm room, and her hidden stash of jump ropes.

Sintor had often seen the platinum haired girl walking out and to the gym alittle bit more then frequently. So after tracing her patterns he would follow her and watch her do the unjustily. He was actually quite amused at the lengths she would go to, to steal jump ropes. He would actually ponder why she needed so many and wondered if it was either a hobbie, just to kill time, or she had a strange jump rope fantasie.

With a little investigation he also found out that the thief had a lover who was also her roomie. Keeping that noted he kept watch to see how things kept progressing. After watching, waiting, and plotting he decided the course of action he would prefer. While she was out getting a new jump rope he slipped into her dorm and saw her roomie wasn't there as well. He had seen her go to the gym alone so the idea of an accomplise was out of the question. He opened the place where her jump ropes where hiden and kept it open for easy manipulation.

After changing his form, he waited.

Finally, she arrived, all giddy and happy at her new acquisition. The door creaked open and she stepped in, then closed it and looked around. Andy wasnt there, thankfully, for she didnt like her little forays into the gym supplies, her lover knew that she would get caught, but Nanaca was having too much fun with it, she often pondered what she would do with all of her booty once she was done stealing, a jump rope sweater maybe?

She locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed as she took out the newest member of her collection. She unfurled the whole thing, god it WAS long, easily over twice the length of a normal rope. After staring at it for quite some time, she rolled and furled it up and was about to put it away when she say the box she kept her acquisitions in jutting out from under her bed, the lid had been taken off. Had she been found out? no time for thinking, if she was, she needed to hide them elsewhere rather quickly. Nanaca pulled out the box and tossed the double-dutch jump rope in, then proceeded to grope under the bed for the lid.

'Someone looks happy' Sintor thought as she came in grinning. Apparently it must have been the new jump rope she had aquired. Sintor was smart enough to let her close the door and stay out of her way as she walked around. He smiled as she looked utterly shocked at the box of jump ropes being unhiden. When she was busy looking for the lid he came up.

Not giving her time to turn around or even register a presence, he flicks his hand and three of the jump ropes spring to life. On goes forth and binds her hands, another wraps around he throat to make a 'leash' while one end goes into her mouth, and the last one wraps around her legs. He then uses hands which look like her own to pick her up, the hands preassing into her breasts, and then tossing her on the bed. What she saw when she looked was a EXACT copy of herself standing at the edge of her bed smiling down at her. The copy was naked and had the long platinum locks going down her back without any ponytails.

Nanaca was looking around for the lost lid when something wrapped around bother her wrists, pulling them forward from under her and binding them together. She saw that it was one of the jump ropes, wrapping tight around her wrists. She almost screamed, were it not for something else slinking around her throat, a jump rope handle appearing suddenly in front of her face before soundly jamming itself in her mouth. All efforts spit it out failed, it was like the rope pushed back when she tried to dislodge it. Finally, her legs were taken care off, lashed together by what she has already guessed was another jump rope.

Wrapped tightly by some of her stolen ropes, Nanaca tried to break free of her bonds when she felt a pair of delicate hands grope her breasts and pick her up. Her first thought was it might have been her roomy, Andreea, but how would she have remotely commanded the ropes to bind her? Unceremoniously, she gets thrown on top of her bed, and what she saw afterwards both shocked and terrified her.

It was Nanaca! all of her naked platinum beauty in duplicate! down to her pubic tatoo. The faux Nanaca stared down at her bound quarry hungrily, while the real Nanaca looked on in wide-eyed disbelief.

Sintor watched as she tried to struggle and smiled 'her' eyes brightening at the fear in Nanaca's eyes. The faux Nanaca reached down and slowly teased the real ones breasts. Hello nanaca...such a naughty girl stealing jump ropes. 'She' says in a perfect imitation of Nanaca's voice. Letting go of nanaca's breast the fake one begins to take off Nanaca's cloths like magic as they seem to just come off her without any resistance. Going back to her bare breasts the fake one almost mount her stomach as her face is near the fake ones.

So many questions, yet unable to ask any of them. What was she? a monster? a visitor from another universe? an evil twin? What "She" wanted was unclear, that is, of course, till her hands went about exploring Nanacas breasts. Muffled cries came from her as she squirmed about, trying in vain to move away from those exploring hands.

The faux Nanaca gestures and the clothes of the bound student follow her commands, buttons popping off, clasps undoing themselves, her underwear peeling away, leaving her bereft of any clothing, save for those ropes. The fake moves close, kneeling atop the tied-up girl and cupping her exposed bosom, Those blue eyes staring down at her victims face with evil intent. Nanaca stared back, eyes wide with terror as she sees herself begin to violate... herself...

The Faux Nanaca smiled at the look the real one was giving her and took a nipple in each finger and twisted it to both pleasure and hurt her before letting go. 'She' then returned to Nanaca's breasts playing around at the base and almost cupping the full breasts in 'her' hands squeezing then letting go. One hand stopped playing with her breasts and slid slowly down her stomach its goal obviouse.


Just think what a sight like this would have on 'you-know-who' The fake Nanaca said winking as if the real one would know who 'she' was talking about. There could probably be a few girls the real one knew but what the fake one was talking about was her lover but the tone of voice and the 'playfull' like expression she had when saying that would probably confuse the real one into thinking of someone else other then her lover. nooowww....what to do with the naughty rope stealer......oh do you want me to take out that thing in your mouth? but if you scream it goes back in 'She' said the hand getting a little lower closer to Nanaca's pussy while the other played with her breast.

Nanaca couldnt stop the torture her pert breasts were getting, squealing madly as the fakes hands ran amok on her bosom. She shivered as one made its way down her torso, lower and lower, past the navel and stopping abruptly. It spoke, playfully, as if "you-know-who" wasnt enough of a hint, the faux Nanaca could only be talking of one person, and with that, the real Nanacas expression turned from one of disbelief to one of anger.

She fought the ropes once more, doing everything she can to loosen her binds and dislodge the thing in her mouth, so that she can strangle the doppleganger and give it a good scolding. No result, of course, all she did was tire herself, but still she shot that angry glare at the other Nanaca.

The fake nanaca smiled evily and grabbed the real one by the cheeks and forced the real ones head onto the bed not painfully but as a reminder who was in charge. If you keep struggling, i might do worse to that innocent shy little slut who's your lover named 'Andy'. She half warned half threatned with a little 'to-sweet' like mocking tone when she said 'Andy'. The look on the fake Nanaca's face would definatly tell the real one she would do it, and enjoy every second of it. Taking the hand away from her cheeks they both went back to her breasts playing around one circling around a nipple while the other squeezed the other plump orb.

Her eyes told everything. The creature was serious, very serious. Soon after she threatened to involve Andreea, the angered stare turned into wide-eyed horror, then into quiet surrender. Her struggles ceased, she didnt want her roomy to get dragged into all of this, so she decides to comply... for now.

Once authority had been established, the faux Nanaca went on to play with the pale mounds of her bound victim; a finger played around the nipple of one of her breasts, slowly teasing it into rigidity, while the other hand took the unattended boob into its palm and squeezed it around. Muffled squeaks were coming from Nanacas gagged mouth as arousal crept up from her insides.

the fake Nanaca smiled at the look of horror on the real ones face as she learned that Andy could get involved in this if she wasnt on her best behavior. Of course it would be funner but Sintor thought that he'd save that for a later time. For now he was content on playing with this girl as she had stopped struggling.

As the nipple the fake one was playing with hardened the finger started to go lower untill the hand started to play with the breast its self before going back up and pinching the nipple a little painfully. That move just showed that the fake Nanaca was having her fun with the authoritie of power. After that she took a nipple into her mouth as the hand which had nothing to do went far down and roughly an inch from the rela nanaca's pussy.

She may have given in, but she wasnt about to just up and enjoy what 'she' was doing to her. Nanaca was trying to suppress the feelings of pleasure from the caresses her duplicate was doing. It was quite an effort as that delicate hand squeezed and groped her breast, pinching the stiff peak every so often. She fought still, even as those warm lips of her clone enveloped her other nipple, suckling on it gently.

The battle that raged inside was evident on her face, her eyes were shut tight, eye brows crinkling together as she resisted the tide of lust. It was a losing battle, though, like holding water, no matter how much you tried, a little spilled out, and little by little, ecstacy was slowly flooding into her. She barely took notice of the hand poised so close to her already damp slit, all her focus was on trying to delay the inevitable.

The clone sucked harder on Nanaca's nipple while licking the tip of it at the same time. The hand kept playing with her other breast alternatly massaging the orb then playing with the nipple. The other hand which was so close to the girls pussy just rubbed where it was, sending teasing delightful sensations to it. Sintor loved the expression of her trying to fight the growing lust and desided to help her lose.

The end of the jump rope in her mouth shanged shape as well as taste to something which would spike her arousal and growing lust. He decided to keep his newest trick in the bag for now as the hand rubbing the flesh just above the real Nanaca's pussy slowly went down softly touching the semi hidden-hard clit.

Still struggling, she felt the handle seated in her mouth slowly alter its shape and texture, slowly widening, softening, its taste becoming vaugely familiar. A penis! The way it felt as her tongue and lips rubbed against it, the taste of the bare skin, save for the lack of heat, she would swear it was real. No longer the hard plastic handle, the phallus the now filled her orifice had sent all sorts of dirty thoughts running through her mind, real or not, it fed the fires of desire that was already burning hot inside Nanaca.

She was at her wits end, the assault on her breasts was sending wave after wave of pleasure into her, the rubbing of that hand near her dampening passage set her insides ablaze with ecstasy, then the finger on her slightly engorgef clit, the balance between fighting it and accepting it teetered precariously either way. All it needed now was a little push in the right direction and Nanaca would once more become a slave to lust.