CHAPTER TWELVE

ONE HOUR EARLIER

Patricia sprawled across the bed wearing one of Sarah’s sexiest red lingeries, barely able to contain her bursting body, a monument of fleshy mountains and valleys. Her silky blonde hair cascaded over the pillows that once belonged to Sarah and Jack. Her long legs spread wide, revealing an exposed pussy. She held her cell phone in one hand while her other hand traced lazy circles over her slick, glistening slit. The sheets beneath her were already damp with her arousal, the scent of her own desire thick in the air. She chuckled softly to herself, the sound low and sultry, as she imagined Sarah’s face on the other end of the call—tear-streaked, horrified. 

"So, I'll be honest, you should just give up and come back here so the machine can finish what it started,” she spoke in the phone, her voice sultry and dripping with wicked delight. “You know you want it. You know you want that amazing body. You know you want to erase all those annoying traits like... yuck... compassion and... eww... empathy." She giggled, a melodic sound that reverberated with malice.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she continued, "If you're thinking of finding a way to make me Jack again... give up! This is me for good, baby. So... come join me." Her voice shifted into a singsong tone, teasing and inviting. "Saaaarah, come back. Come back, Sarah! You know you want it. Sarah! Come b—"

Patricia suddenly stopped speaking and stared at the now silent device for a moment, before her smirk widened into a full, wicked grin. Slowly, laughter began to bubble up from deep within her chest, spilling out in loud, joyous waves as she writhed around on the bed. Her manic laughter filled the room, her body twisting and arching in mock celebration, the high-pitched giggles punctuated by little gasps and moans of pleasure.

“Poor, plain little Sarah. So sad and tortured.” Her fingers dipped lower, brushing against her swollen clit, and she hissed in pleasure.

Slowly, she began to masturbate, sliding effortlessly through her soaking folds. She moaned, arching her back, her full breasts heaving with each breath. “Sarah hated Patricia so much. Mmmmmm! And now… I’m… just… like… her. Mmmmmm!” Her body gave a quicky jerks as she was rewarded with a brief little orgasm, but she continued.

She worked herself faster now, and her mind wandered. As she played with herself, her fantasies grew darker, more vivid. She pictured Sarah laying on the ground, crying, begging, pleading for mercy while she, Patricia, loomed over her, her long legs planted on either side, like flags of conquest. “Sarah is mine. I claim her.” she whispered aloud. “Soon she’ll be broken. Mmmmm!”

Her fingers plunged inside herself, curling and wiggling deliciously, and she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. “Yes… yes…” she murmured, her hips bucking against her hand. “Dumb whore. I’m gonna, like, break you and make you into my own image. I’ll be your Goddess! Ung! Ung!”

She could feel the tension building, coiling deep within her core. Her free hand tossed the phone across the room and reached up to squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her moan, loud and needy. The pain mixed with the pleasure, sending electric shocks through her body. “You’ll worship me and you’ll lick me,” she taunted, her voice rising with every word. “And you’ll do every cruel thing I ask, cause you’ll be just like me. The old you will fade away and your shaved pussy will throb with wicked obedience!”   

Her fingers moved furiously now, her pussy clenching around them, desperate for release. She could feel the heat spreading through her, a fire that consumed everything in its path. “This is me now! An evil goddess! Forever!” she screamed, her voice breaking as the orgasm tore through her. “Forever! Forever!” Her body convulsed, her tits jiggling wildly, her juices gushing out in waves that soaked the sheets beneath her even more.
Then, little by little, the massive orgasm subsided. For a moment, she lay still, eyes closed, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat. Slowly, a cruel smile spread across her face and she opened her eyes wide. 

“Forever,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but triumphant. “Yessss…”

Her fingers trailed lazily over her pussy once more, savoring the wetness, the lingering pleasure. “I will be…” she added, her tone dark with promise, “… a queen.”

She stretched languidly, her lithe body moving with a grace that would have been utterly foreign to Jack but felt so natural to Patricia. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other continued to tease her throbbing clit. The remnants of her orgasm still pulsed through her, leaving her insatiable, craving more.

“Sarah,” she murmured, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Sweet, innocent Sarah. I’m coming for you.” She bit her lip, her fingers pressing harder against her clit. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Her laughter filled the room once again, cold and cutting, and when it finally subsided, Patricia let out a long, satisfied sigh, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She lay still for a moment, reveling in the sensation of her body against the soft sheets, the smoothness of her skin brushing luxuriously against the fabric. Then, with a fluid motion, she rolled off the bed, her bare feet padding softly against the floor as she made her way to the mirror.

She stopped in front of it, gazing deeply into her own eyes. They were piercing and hypnotic, a shade of blue so bright and commanding that they seemed almost unnatural. She tilted her head slightly, studying her reflection as if seeing herself for the first time.

"Who would’ve thunk that this would be me now?" she murmured, her voice husky and filled with self-satisfaction. She reached up, running her hands slowly down her body, her fingers tracing every curve and contour. Her large, firm breasts, her impossibly narrow waist, her full, rounded hips—everything about her screamed sex. "Mmmmm. Gawd, I'm perfect."

She posed dramatically in front of the mirror, one hand resting on her hip while the other played with her thick, golden hair. "Look at me," she purred, her tone dripping with vanity. "The envy of every woman, the desire of every man. No one could resist me. No one would want to resist me."

Patricia arched her back slightly, admiring the way her figure accentuated every movement. She turned to the side, running her hand over the curve of her backside, giving it a playful squeeze. "This ass? Men would do anything for it. And my lips..." She leaned closer to the mirror, puckering her plump, glossy lips. "Mmmm, juicy. Delicious. No man stands a chance. And these legs?" She extended one long, shapely leg, running her fingers down its length. "Built to kill."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she struck another pose, standing tall and placing one hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side with a sultry smile. She admired her own reflection with an almost reverent awe, her fingers dancing along her collarbone before grazing over the swell of her breasts again.

Then she paused, a thought crossing her mind as her expression shifted. Her grin turned sly, her eyes narrowing as she gazed into her own reflection. "I wonder what my parents would think if they saw me now," she said aloud, the words slipping out almost lazily, like a thought she hadn't yet fully committed to.

She tilted her head back and laughed softly, the sound low and full of wicked delight. "Daddy’s little boy, huh? Mmm, not anymore. Gawd, I bet he’d get hard the first time he saw me. I mean, look at me. He’d be pitching tent for sure." She leaned closer to the mirror, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes darkened with a new idea.

"I should mess with them," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial hiss. Her grin widened as the idea took root, blossoming into a full, devious plan in her mind. "Mmmm. What if I make daddy into me? A hawt, sexy bitch. One of my minions. And mother? She can sit there, powerless, and watch it happen. Yesssss," she hissed, her voice dripping with excitement. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, shuddering at the thought.

Her mind raced with the possibilities, her body practically vibrating with anticipation. She turned back to the mirror, smiling at her reflection with the kind of self-assured arrogance that bordered on insanity.

But just as she was about to lose herself completely in the thought, the phone rang. Patricia’s head snapped toward the floor, where the phone lay buzzing on the carpet. Her grin faded slightly, replaced by a curious look.

"Who could that be?" she murmured, turning back to her reflection for one last appreciative glance before making her way to the phone, picking it up. "Hello?" she purred, her voice silky and dripping with amusement. "Sarah? Have you changed your… mind…?"

There was a pause as the voice on the other end spoke, and Patricia’s expression shifted from playful curiosity to wicked intrigue. She leaned back against the bedroom wall, her lips curling into a delighted smile.

"Oh my," she said, her tone a mixture of mockery and excitement. "This isn’t entirely Sarah. I see. You’re the wicked sexy girl I nearly turned her into? That’s... hawt." Patricia let out a breathy laugh, her chest rising and falling as she basked in the deliciousness of the revelation. "She really is cracking, isn’t she? Poor little Sarah, fighting so hard, but here you are, my darling... her dark little shadow. Mmm, I must say, I didn’t expect this."

Patricia listened closely, her grin widening as the voice on the other end—the "Other Sarah"—explained her predicament. Patricia’s eyes sparkled with glee, and she bit her lip in anticipation as the voice continued.

"So, you’re telling me you managed to take over her body for a bit? Naughty girl. But… you can’t hold on for much longer?" Patricia tilted her head, listening, as she traced her fingers along her exposed collarbone. "Tsk, tsk. That does sound like a bit of a problem."

Patricia listened on, pacing slowly across the room, her hips swaying naturally with every step. Her reflection in the nearby gilded mirror caught her eye, and she couldn’t help but admire herself for the hundredth time as she continued the conversation.

"Well, my darling, don’t you worry. You may be flickering now, but soon enough, you’ll burn brighter than ever. In fact…" Patricia paused, tapping a finger against her full lips as she schemed. "I think I know exactly what to do."

The voice on the other end said something, and Patricia let out a low, pleased hum. "Mmm, yes. Listen carefully. Here’s what you’re going to do." She spun on her heel, her eyes narrowing with wicked focus. "Convince her to go to her office. Play on her fears, her desperation. You see, she wants to fix what I’ve done to her mind and then, of course, change me back. Isn’t she just precious, thinking she can undo all of this?" Patricia gestured to herself with a flourish, her laugh bubbling up again. "But to do any of that, she needs the machine. As I recall, when I was… yuck… Jack, I remember her mentioning that there’s another one at her lab in the research department. Another machine just like this one."

She paused, letting the thought sink in, savoring the wicked plan forming in her mind. "I’ll get there before you and… set things up. Oh, the fun we’ll have." Patricia moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she reveled in the anticipation of what was to come. "Don’t you just love a good game? I’ll have everything waiting for her. And you? You’ll make sure she comes straight to me. A fly to the spider."

The voice on the other end chimed in again, and Patricia let out a breathy chuckle. "Don’t worry, my dear. Soon, we’ll erase good, kind Sarah altogether. Wipe her out completely. And in her place?" Patricia smirked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You, my darling. You’ll be perfect. You’ll me mine and you’ll ruin her reputation and destroy all her relationships."

She glanced at herself in the mirror again, admiring the flawless reflection staring back. Her smile grew even more wicked as she imagined the chaos and destruction they would unleash together.

"Run along now," Patricia said sweetly into the phone, her tone condescending yet filled with affection. "Do as I say."

With that, Patricia hung up, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. She stared at the phone in her hand for a moment, her mind already racing with plans and possibilities. Slowly, she turned back to the mirror, her smirk returning as she admired her figure yet again.

"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah," she murmured, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "When will you learn… I’m a winner, and you’re a loser."

Her voice rang out in a high-pitched cackle, filling the room with its chilling echo. Patricia threw her head back as the laughter rolled out of her, her entire body trembling with delight. She was unstoppable now, and the thought of Sarah falling deeper into her trap only fueled her excitement.