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Hunting The Storm Ch. 01

By: JammyJimmy



Hunting The Storm

"Captain!" 

"That guy's a pain in the ass," Captain grunted as he got out his chair on the flight deck and went downstairs. "Don't crash into anything," he said, winking at Pilot. 

"What is it now, Bump?" His disdain for the ships engineer was obvious, and had been obvious for a long time. In fact, he was now the only one on the crew that would speak to him. 

"Look," the hunchbacked round little man pointed. 

Captain moved over to the window to see what the hell he was pointing out now and sighed. "Alright. What is that?"

"BP2-93 panel, Captain. It's just drifting there. Can we stop and collect it?" The eagerness in his tone was pathetic, and Captain knew saying no was like smacking a puppy, but in this case it was unavoidable.

"No, you know the rules, Bump. You're not allowed to try and make your own fucking ship out of scrap and crap that's floating about." He wondered how many more times he'd have to tell the creepy little hunchback that before they docked at their destination. "Go do something useful like de-crud the boiler. I haven't been able to get a decent hot shower for weeks now."

Yes, Captain," Bump replied, reverting to his normal sullen self. 

Captain watched as he wandered off with that weird walk of his. If he wasn't such a good engineer he'd have been airlocked a long time ago, but because he kept the Bolt-On sailing he was forgiven a lot. 

"It's been a lot," Captain mumbled as he headed back up to the flight deck. There was six of a crew on The Bolt-On. Captain was the ships commander, with Pilot who was responsible for navigation and steering the ship in dock. She was also the second-in-command of the cargo vessel and probably the closest thing he had to a best friend aboard. 

Cook took care of the food rations, ensuring they were eating nutritionally, the rations were managed to last each voyage and she went ashore whenever they docked and resupplied too, while Guarder and Gunner were their two security and weapons experts. They were also twins, identical tall and athletic redheads who were just as deadly manning the ships guns as they were armed with nothing at all. 

Six of them aboard The Bolt-On. Captain, Pilot, Cook, Guarder, Gunner and Bump, and at one time or another over the last three weeks, Bump had spied on them all in the showers, installed hidden recording devices in their rooms and both Cook and Pilot had woken in their bunks to find him standing over them, fiddling with himself. 

In the last three weeks he'd had eleven beatings, but it was like a compulsion with the guy. For the last two weeks he'd been confined to the engine room and his meals were taken to him, but only a couple of days ago Captain had relented and let him out. So far he'd behaved, but it had only been a few days and he didn't trust him in the slightest. 

"What did that little creep want now?"

"More space crap floating outside," Captain said, resuming his seat on the flight deck. "Where were we?"

Pilot smiled and sat down astride his lap. "You were telling me about your night with Cook, and how she showed you her rolling-pin trick," she said. Captain loved how her short blonde hair framed her angular face. Her hands moved to his trousers, flicking at the buttons with her long fingers until she could fit her hand inside.

Captain groaned. "Now that's nice."

"I know," she said, her blue-green eyes twinkling. "Now pick up the story."

"Last night, of course," Captain said, reaching up to unzip her top while her hand gently stroked his hardness. "Well, Cook was in my cabin, and we'd been playing for a bit, and then she asks me if I want to see a trick, so I shrug and tell her to show me. Well, next thing is she's got this big plastic rolling pin from her bag. Must be like half a metre long and as thick as your wrist."

Pilot gave her wrist a little jerk, drawing an involuntary moan of pleasure from Captain. "This wrist?"

"That's the one," he said, nodding. "So then Cook ask me how much of this big pin do I think she can fit up inside herself, right? Well, I had a look at it, and I figured that if she took half of it that would be pretty impressive."

"Which hole did she put it in?" Pilot asked bluntly.

Captain grinned and winked. "My story. Don't be impatient."

"Impatient?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him. She let go of his erection and stood up, rapidly shedding her clothes until the only thing she had on was her AMACS device. Captain raised his hips and slid his trousers down, leaving them around his ankles, and seconds later Pilot was back above him, lowering herself down on his mast. 

"Oh yum," she said, adjusting herself until she had sank down and taken him all. "So, rolling pin?"

"Well, let's see. She started off with it in her pussy, right, slowly feeding it in until she had nearly half of it rammed inside her. Fucking impressive," he said, clenching his lower stomach muscles, causing his cock to twitch inside Pilot. She loved that. 

He heard a slight growl from her and grinned, but continued with the story. "So next thing she's rolling over onto her hands and knees and she's got me in her mouth, making me all hard again."

"With her rolling pin still inside her?" Pilot asked, slowly beginning to roll her hips back and forth. 

"Yep, still inside her, and that's not the best bit. While she's got me in her mouth, she turns round until her body's over my chest, and this rolling pin is right over my face, right?" Captain paused at a particularly nice sensation as Pilot began to massage him using her own muscles, gripping and releasing him inside her. He cleared his throat. 

"Then she takes the big pin out and places it against her asshole and begins to slowly, really slowly, push it in, pausing every so often to let it slide back out a little, but always pushing it back in, and before I know it she's got three quarters of the damn thing up her ass."

"It's fucking impressive, ain't it?" Pilot smiled, her motions on his cock a little more than gentle now as she began to grind her pelvis on his. 

"I know. So impressive that I came there and then, right in her mouth, and being Cook, well she never wasted a drop," he said, smiling. He reached a hand up to her left breast and rolled her nipple between thumb and finger. Captain knew from previous experience that he could make her orgasm from that alone.

Pilot groaned, almost purring like a kitten as he manipulated her hard little nub. "Don't stop, Captain," she said firmly. 

"Ride me then," he ordered. "We've still got a lot of work to do, remember."

"But all work and no play makes Captains balls explode," she said, winking. 

"Keep this up and Captain's balls will be exploding sooner than you think."

"Good." She began to really ride his cock now, plunging up and down on it like one of the pistons on one of the old Steam engines he'd seen in a museum from Old Earth. Captain gripped her nipple and began to twist it a little as her breasts bounced. He knew that drove her nuts, and with his other hand he began to press down on her leg, encouraging her to go faster and faster until he could see that familiar expression appear on her face.

Pilot reached orgasm with her usual explosion of breath and her single, loud moan, all wobbly and trembly that lasted no more than a few seconds, but never failed to make him join her. He felt that tingle in his balls, that imminent explosion that he knew was coming. He could see she knew it too. 

"Where do you want it?" he growled, his muscles tight and rigid with the impending explosion. 

"In me," she moaned, and he complied, cumming inside her luscious hot and tight pussy. He remembered at the last instant to let go of her nipple, having once squeezed it so hard in the past that she'd been sore for days. His orgasm left him tense and rigid while he spurted, then panting and exhausted moments later. 

"I like it when you cum," Pilot said, smiling as she stood up suddenly, leaving his cock wet and cold in the climate-controlled air of the flight deck. She grabbed her trousers and yanked them on, then bent over and took him in her mouth, cleaning him quickly with strong licks and tender sucks, first on his softening cock, then around his balls, hips and lastly a tongue darting under his testicles. 

"Get it all?" Captain said, smiling at his second in command. 

She frowned. "Of course." Pilot shrugged, her breasts bouncing a little. "When do I ever miss a spot?" 

"Far be it from me to doubt your awesome skills," he smiled, looking down at his softening penis. "And they are truly awesome, Pilot."

"I know," she winked. "More later?"

"Of course, but once we've got our work done," he reminded her with a smile.

"Good. That was fun, but I've got an itch up my ass that only your cock will scratch," she winked. 

Captain laughed. Pilot was a fun, energetic lover, but she was insatiable too. If it wasn't for their job of flying the Bolt-On and its cargo, and the frequent checks they had to do to the systems, then he knew she'd be fucking him nineteen times per day. 

He pulled his trousers back up, checked his pistol was still in it's holster and pressed the button that took his chair from fully reclined to upright and brought the command console around in front of him. He put his thumb on the Atmospheric Monitoring And Control System attached permanently to his wrist, known as AMACS for short. Everyone in the crew wore them, tying them to the ships systems and ensuring that their responsibilites were monitored regardless of where they were. The Command Console activated. 

He pressed the comms button. "Report in."

Pilot's face appeared on the top left of the console, even though she was only a few feet away from him in her own chair. "Pilot. Nav's good."

Another face appeared, this time a shorter woman with short brown hair. Her large, brown eyes looked at him. "Cook. Kitchen and Supplies are good. Also, dinner smells fantastic." She winked, knowing the whole crew would be watching at their own consoles.  

Two other faces flashed up on the screen, identical in nearly every way except their hairstyles. Gunner answered first, her red hair kept short around the sides and back but long and spiky on top. "Gunner, offensive weapons are all set, Captain."

"Guarder, defensive weapons are one hundred percent too, Captain," her twin sister replied, her longer hair resting on her shoulders. 

He saw everyone's expressions fall as they saw Bump appear on their screens, his cabin walls behind him covered in old fashioned pornography print-outs. "Bump. Engine's good, Captain. Boiler will be another hour or two and then the hot water will be fixed."

"Thankyou all," Captain told them. "The Bolt-On is good." He pressed a button on the command console and the faces all disappeared. He considered his ship for a moment, the cargo transporter they all called 'The Bolt-On' because of it's construction method. It was made with sections that fastened together like some modular kids toy. The Command module with its three floors, the upper being the flight deck and Captains cabin, beneath it the crew room and kitchens and on the bottom another two bunk rooms and food storage. Added to that module had been a long corridor, designed to dock cargo containers against, a solar engine compartment with two thrusters, and at the front, a recycling unit to keep them going in oxygen and water and a fuel storage unit. After it's first journey two cannon-ports were added from the command module, but the whole thing was bolted together, then each component weld-sealed on. Hence the nickname, 'The Bolt-On'. 

Despite it's origins, they were all immensely proud of their ship. They had one of the highest and most consistent transport records in thei sector and carried a lot of civilan and military tech between the Mars, Jupiter and Saturn colony outposts. 

The one drawback of their ship was that it was unsuitable for atmospheric flight, so it never got any closer than the colony outposts, space trading ports set up around the human-populated planets.

"Nav diagnostic?" Pilot asked, interrupting his musings. "Or did we do that yesterday?"

Captain checked his logs, scrolling through several different screens with agile fingers. "Thruster efficiency and Engine performance now," he said, knowing this was one of the dullest checks they had to do. "Nav diagnostic later."

"Oh balls," Pilot muttered. "You sure we can't just ditch it and fuck some more?"

"Work first, play later," he said, knowing that would have been a great motto for the ship.



It had been a long shift, but it was nearly done. The systems were all on automatic, Bump was confined to his quarters in the engine room for trying to slip a handfull of his semen into Cook's drink, and they'd not long finished dinner. Cook was being rewarded for all her hard work, and she was currently sitting on Captains cock, getting butt-fucked with her feet up on the table as she watched Gunner and Guarder on their hands and knees on either end of her favourite rolling pin. 

"I hope Pilot hurry's back," Cook moaned as Captain hammered his cock in and out her ass as she lay on top of him. "I could do with her licking my cunt right now."

"Or sucking my cock," Captain said, nodding agreement. 

"Yeah, but only after you've cum, Captain," Cook chuckled. There was something lusty and hungry about Cook, Captain thought. Where Pilot was all sharp angles, straight shoulders, hard and firm, Cook was all curves, curled dark hair, soft breasts and an ass that shuddered whenever you slapped it. 

"They're gonna cum," Cook murmured over her shoulder, twisitng to the side so he could see the twins, Gunner and Guarder fucking each other on either end of the half-metre rolling pin. The table shook as they pounded back against each other in some beautfiul symphony of harmonised moans, the noises of the old wooden table making a deep base rhythm on the crew room floor. 

The redheads reached a crescendo, their backs arching and breasts jutting out, both of them crying out and collapsing onto the table at the same instant. 

"I like watching them lick each other at the same time," Cook murmured as she continued to thrust herself up and down, his cock flying in and out of her ass, her well known favourite place to be fucked. 

"I like watching them lick me at the same time," Captain said, grinning. His hands found her breasts, much softer and fuller than Pilots were earlier. He dragged his hands down over them then back up again. 

The AMACS on Captains arm buzzed, as it did on everyone elses. "All hands, report to your posts," Pilot's voice interrupted, appearing on the wall console. The expression on her face let them know without a doubt that this was no joke. 

"Report," Captain said, immediately lifting Cook off his cock and reaching for his trousers.

"Looks like pirates, Captain."

Pirates. Cargo thieves, slavers, rapists and occasionally murderers too. There weren't many of them around the system, but they had a reputation for ferocity.

Captain pulled up his trousers, made sure his pistol was in place and ran for the stairs. There was a loud thud as the rolling pin hit the table, the twins leaping off either side and racing to the two cannon ports on the port and starboard sides. 

He reached the flight deck and threw himself into his chair, seeing Pilot's fingers darting madly over her controls, throwing the ship into evasive maneuvers with one hand while adding power to the thrusters with the other. 

Captain flicked his own console to see what was chasing them. His eyes narrowed as he recognised the shape of an old military Company ship, though he could immediately see it had been modified. The extra guns to the sides were pointed right at them and the glow from the thrusters seemed far brighter than normal.

"We won't be able to escape this one, Captain," Pilot said, interrupting his thoughts as he reached the same conclusion. "Should we jetison the cargo containers?"

That was a commonly used tactic for evading pirates, Captain knew, and he'd used it himself in the past. Put the valuable cargo in one place, head your ship somewhere else and force them to choose what they wanted. Ninety nine times out a hundred they went for the easy and rich pickings of the cargo and left the crew alone. 

Captains fingers rattled on the Command console and several loud clunks echoed from the corridor to the engine bay as the four large cargo containers were released from the ship. Pilot hit the thrusters, heading the ship off to port as fast as she could, and Captain flicked his view back to the Pirate vessel behind them.

It turned with them. "They're following us."

"Submit or fight, Captain?" Pilot asked immediately. 

The faces of Gunner, Guarder, Cook and Bump appeared on the right side of his console. 

"Fight," said Gunner.

"Agreed," Guarder added. 

"While I enjoy a good fucking as much as the next girl, it's got to be on my terms, so I say fight too," Cook replied, her laser-rifle cradled against her breasts. 

"Maybe we can buy them off?" Bump said, looking hopeful.

"Shut up, Bump," Gunner and Guarder said at exactly the same time. 

"Pilot?" Captain asked, wanting her opinion too. 

"We let them board and kill them," she shrugged, her expression intense as she manipulated the ship to squeeze every ounce of power out of it. 

He flicked his eyes to the other side of his console, seeing the Pirate vessel had closed the distance. 

"We fight," Captain ordered. "Pilot, spin us around. Shields to the front. Gunner, Guarder, give them hell."

"Captain!" Pilot's shout rang out. "Incoming!"

He saw the incoming missile flying at them at an impossible speed, and as he moved to seal all the doors on the vessel, he watched it get too close to avoid. 

The ship shook, throwing him and Pilot out their chairs, plunging the flight deck into instant darkness, the only light coming through the thick windows from the stars outside, casting everything into cold, dark grey shades.

"Come on," he told his second in command, heading to the small cabinet at the top of the stairs. He hauled out two of the laser-rifles and handed one to her, jamming an extra pistol in his belt. 

They raced downstairs, seeing Cook clambering to her feet, half-dressed with her rifle in her hand. "You check Gunner," Captain told Pilot as he raced along the short corridor to the Starboard cannon-port to see if Guarder was okay.

She was crouched in the doorway, still naked but with a huge rifle in her hands, it's muzzle as wide as Captains wrist. "What the fuck is that thing?" he blurted.

"Ship clearance system," she said quickly. "Like the old fashioned shotguns. Fires loads of little rounds and fucks people up." Guarder stood up. "Engines offline?"

"Everything's offline," Captain replied. "Come on, through to the crew room. You might as well get dressed up for the fight too."

He followed her back along the short corridor, his eyes as always drawn to her ass as she walked in front of him. Captain couldn't help it. It was like a fixation for him, and besides, he knew she didn't mind. He'd had his cock inside it dozens of times over the last couple of years.

Captain shook his head, clearing it of lustful thoughts as he focussed on their situation. Thier options now were seriously limited. No cargo, a direct hit from a missile on their engine bay, putting the whole ship offline and probably killing Bump at the same time too. The engines were a bigger loss as far as he was concerned. 

Life support was offline so they had a limited supply of oxygen, and he hoped that they were about to be boarded by these Pirates, because at least then they stood a very slim chance of being able to board their assailants ship and escape. A ridiculously remote chance, Captain knew, but their only choice. Otherwise they'd drift here and die. 


Hunting The Storm Ch. 01



The worst part was that the Pirates knew that too. Any attempt to board them would no doubt be expected, and his crew would either be cut down or imprisoned, raped and eventually either killed, sold into slavery or forced to join them. 

"Captain, do we board them, or wait here and kill them as they come in?" Pilot asked, Gunner at her shoulder. The twins and Cook immediately begun to get dressed, pulling body armour out of the lockers that lined the wall. 

"We draw a few in here, take them down and then board," Captain said a moment later. "At least that way we can thin their numbers hopefully."

"Small chance of that," Pilot said flatly.

"I know, but we've got nothing left to lose, so let's go down fighting," he told his crew.

"I'd rather go down fucking," Cook grinned, her rolling pin in one hand and her laser-rifle in the other. Gunner was now armoured up in an identical suit to her sister, but had two laser-repeaters, one in each hand, whie Gunner had that massive Clearance gun cradled in her arms. Pilot had a couple of pistols with her laser-rifle hooked over her shoulder, and Captain looked down at his own weapon, one of the ships laser-rifles, knowing he had two pistols too. They were as tooled up as they were ever going to be, so he sat down at the table to wait. 

"You gonna club them to death with that rolling pin?" Pilot said, taking a seat next to Cook. 

"I'd happily ram it down their throats, but honestly, if we board their ship and win, I don't want to lose it. Besides, it's an awesome club," she winked. 

"The double-dildo rolling pin of death?" Pilot said, teasing. 

"That's the one."

A series of metallic clangs sounded from the other side of the door leading down to the engine area. "Stand by," Captain told his crew as he moved to the door. 

They heard the thud of footsteps on the metal walkway in the corridor, and then the door shuddered.

"We're not here to hurt you," a voice called, barely audible through the thick steel door. 

"Bullshit," Captain shouted back. 

"Just lay down your weapons and come out," the voice called back. For some reason it was strangely familiar, but Captain couldn't place it. 

He looked around his crew, seeing the determined faces looking back at him. 

"You want our weapons, come and get them."

There was a few moments of silence, then a snort from Pilot drew their attention. "You want our weapons, come and get them, Captain? Bit corny, ain't it?" The five of them chuckled.

A bright white spot appeared on the door, rapidly enlarging into a small circle, maybe three or four centimetres in diameter. As soon as the light disappeared, Captain could see a small, neat hole had been bored in the door, as simple as that in a matter of seconds. 

He moved to jam his laser-rifle into the hole and fire a round through the gap, but before he could get there, a small round metal object dropped through it and exploded into bright white light and lots of noise. 

Captain knew he was staggering back away from the door, but he couldn't help it. His eyes were burning hot, full of white pain and there was a loud ringing in his ears. His nostrils flared as he caught a foreign smell, and seconds later he hit the crew deck floor. 

"Gas," he murmured before the white darkness swallowed him. 



Captain awoke, his eyes blurry and the sudden brightness made him screw his eyes shut.

"Dim those lights," the familiar male voice said quickly. "Captain, can you open your eyes now."

He slowly opened them, blinking them rapidly to try and get them to focus. He could see he was in a strange room, definitely not on board the Bolt-On.

"Sorry about the gas, but you'll feel better soon. Just breathe deep."

Captain felt the strange device on his face, realising it was an oxygen mask, and as he reached up to remove it, he became aware of the restraints on his wrists. "What the..."

"Relax, Captain. We'll have you out of them in no time," the voice said. Captain focussed on his captor, and he felt another one of those weird familiar sensations again.

"Who are you?" His voice sounded strange inside the mask, but he knew the man had heard him. "You look familiar."

"Don't you know who I am?"

"Not a fuckin clue," Captain grunted. "You're a fucking scumbag Pirate, I know that much. My crew better be alive."

"They are, don't worry. They're fine. Now, you won't believe what I'm about to tell you," The man said, "But what I'm about to say is the truth, and I'll be able to prove it a few minutes later."

"Fuck you and your truth," Captain said, feeling more angry by the second. He pulled at his restraints again.

"Thugly," the man said. "Hold down his arm, but don't break it."

"Yes, boss," a deep grumbly voice replied from his left, and as his arm was suddenly immobilised, Captain turned and saw one of the biggest men he'd ever seen in his life. His muscles were enormous and a head rested on top of it with short spiky blonde hair and a beard that jutted from his chin like an axe blade. 

"As I was saying," the man continued, "You won't believe me, but I'll be able to prove it immediately afterwards. Now, a little over three years ago you disappeared and since then you've been the Captain of a ship called 'The Bolt-On', but for those three years you've been brainwashed."

Captain laughed at the ludicrous statement.

"Think it's funny? Tell me what you did before you became Captain of the Bolt-On," the man said, a slight smile twitching on his face.

Captain's face screwed up. "What? Why should I tell you anything?"

"You can't tell me, because you have no memories of life before then, yet you're a grown man and you're twenty eight years old."

"How the fuck do you know I'm twenty-eight?"

The man smiled. "I'll tell you that if you can tell me what you did before the Bolt-On."

Captain didn't care what he'd done before then, hadn't ever thought about it, and whatever it was must have been worth discarding because he couldn't remember it. He shrugged. "It doesn't matter what I did before. I don't care enough about it to remember."

"That's because it was wiped from your memory," the man explained. "You've been programmed to be a specific person with a skill set, desires and needs, little more than a human robot with a hyperactive sex drive, you and your crew."

"What the fuck do you know?" Captain demanded, struggling against the restraints on one side and the giant pinning his arm down on the other.

"I know more than you can imagine, because I've been searching for you for three years now. We're kin, you and I."

"My crew is my family, fucker," Captain blurted, getting more furious by the second.

"No, you're programmed to think like that. I know because you're my brother," the man said finally. "Now I'll prove it."

Captain saw the man remove a small clear case from his pocket and remove a tiny data disc, no more than an inch in diameter, and as he struggled and lunged against the restraints, he watched the man put it into the small port on the side of his AMACS device. 

Captain screamed as his mind was bombarded with images, sensations, feelings, sounds, memories of a childhood unknown to him, yet known on some level to him too. His body was rigid, arched against the restraints and he felt like his teeth would shatter at the pressure in his jaw as the data blasted into him, like a dozen strobe lights casting pictures into his brain. 

He collapsed onto the bed. It could have been seconds or hours. He had no idea. He panted for air, exhausted and soaked with sweat as the grip on his arm slowly released. 

"Do you know who I am?" the man with the familiar face asked a moment later, staring at him intently. 

A name swam up, accompanied by feelings, memories, sensations. 

"Hello, John," he said a moment later, knowing without doubt that it was his own brother standing before him. 

"Do you know who you are?" his brother asked.

More memories, more sensations, a sense of knowledge, of self, similar to that of being Captain, but different, vastly different. "My name is Gregor Sizen, and I was born on the Switchback colony on Mars. I'm twenty eight years old, and you're my younger brother, John Sizen." He sucked in a deep breath. "Holy fucking shit."

"Hello, brother," John replied, tears now in his eyes. "It's been a long three years."

"What the fuck happened to me?" Gregor asked, exploring himself as if seeing a new person for the very first time. Even his own body felt strange.

"You were lifted by slavers, and sold to a man called Argon Storm. You know him as Bump," John explained. "Bump has some rather exotic tastes and a lot of credits to his name. He'd bought a programme for controlling prisoners on the penal colonies and adapted it to create a crew for his ship, namely you and your four friends."

Gregor realised that all his Captain memories were still there, that Captain was still a part of him. "He's still in here. Captain's still here," he stammered.

John held up his hands. "I know. We couldn't risk removing the device until we knew how it all worked in case you stroked out on us or something. We still haven't got it figured out, but we knew enough to put your memories back in, bring you back to life."

Gregor's eyes narrowed. "What aren't you telling me, John?"

"Nothing that can't wait. Right now we've got a problem to sort out first." John said firmly. "As I'm sure you've realised, Bump is no moron. Ever since he started this little enterprise he's had three ships patrolling just outside your sensor range, keeping an eye out for pirates or people like me. We took out one of them earlier, but the other two will be closing in imminently, and I need your help."

"My help?" Gregor asked. He knew his brother, and knew that he was speaking truthfully, but didn't know what he could do in this state.

"Well, more specifically your crews help," John stated flatly. "I need your twins to man our port and starboard guns, and I need you and your co-pilot up in the cockpit. The AI we've been using to fly this thing is very limited, and we need the help."

"How many crew have you got?" Gregor demanded. 

"There's me and Thugly here, but he'll be on the top gun turret, and there's Flams and Spark in engineering, but they're no fighters, and that's it."

"Four of you?" Gregor was amazed that they could fly their ship with only a crew of four, let alone take out their craft too. "Wait. Do they have their memories back too?"

John shook his head, his hands moving to unfasten the restraints on Gregors wrists. "No. It took us two years to find yours, and we don't have theirs yet, but we'll find them. In the meantime, they still know you as Captain, so tell them whatever you have to and get them on side with us, because we need to get prepared and quickly."

"This whole thing's fucking nuts," Gregor said as Thugly pulled him upright. He felt a little woozy, but pulled off the oxygen mask and slid his legs round the side of the bed. "How long was I out for?"

"Ten minutes, tops. You never were a heavy sleeper, Brother," John grinned, ready to catch him if he fell. 

He stood up hesitantly, thankfully finding his balance quickly. "Where's my weapon?"

"Out here," John replied, hitting a switch on the wall and helping him out the medical bay into a diamond shaped cargo area. "Okay, you're on the port side of the ship. Up there to your left is the cockpit, and at the other end of the cargo bay is engineering. The other two of our crew are working in there right now.."

Gregor nodded. "Where's my crew?"

"One second," John said. "Now, that door over there on the starboard side is a Gun Bay, and there's another behind you there," he said, pointing to a small hatch next to the medical bay he'd just left. "Come."

Gregor followed John over to three narrow doors on the starboard side of the cargo bay where a heap of their weapons were lying on the floor. He quickly grabbed his pistol belt and jammed a laser-pistol into it, grabbing another in his left hand. 

"They're in there," John nodded towards the three doors.

Gregor took a deep breath, and opened the first one, seeing Pilot standing there with a metal chair, ready to clobber him. "Come out. It's okay," he said, and moved to the next door. 

He knocked and opened it, and it was immediately slammed back on him, then yanked open. "Easy girls," he managed as the twins leapt out the door. They looked at him, armed and not under threat and they paused. 

"Cook," he called, knocking on the other door. "Come on out," he said as he opened it.

His crew were standing looking at him, these four gorgeous women who he'd done all manner of sexual things to and with, and he felt an immediate pang of guilt. They looked at him, trusting him and he had to continue to decieve them for the time being. 

"Want to introduce us to your crew?" John suggested pointedly. 

"Guys, this is my long-lost brother, John Sizen, and the large chap behind him is called Thugly. It's a long story that we don't have time to go into at present, but they're rescuing us, and now they need our help. Arm up."

"Rescuing us?" Pilot said, her tone rich with sarcasm. "You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not. Now listen up," he said firmly. "Gunner, Guarder, there's port and starboard Gun Bays. I need you guys in them, while Thugly here takes the top gun. Pilot and I are going up to the cockpit and we're to help fly it."

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Cook demanded, picking up her rolling pin. 

"There's two of us in Engineering. Spark and Flams. They'll do whatever we need from there. You can meet them later," John said quickly. "Can we move now, Captain?"

Gregor whirled round, seeing the message in his brothers gaze. "Yes. All troops report to your posts."

"Where do you want me, Captain?" Cook asked quickly. 

"Come with us," he ordered, following John to the cockpit. Pilot and Cook fell in behind them, and they entered a sleek and efficient cockpit with four chairs, each marked with Pilot and Co-Pilot, Comms and in the centre, Command.

Without thinking, Gregor hopped into the Command chair, while Pilot headed straight for the seat with her name on it. Thankfully John said nothing and slid into the Co-Pilots chair, while Cook looked around. 

"So we're expecting a battle, Captain?" Pilot asked, her fingers flickering over the console in front of her. 

"Yes. John has the details of what we're facing," Gregor replied.

"Nothing like an imminent battle to make a girl horny," Cook said behind them. 

"Not now," Gregor said quickly. "Sit in that chair, and see if you can get the Comms working."

"I've got them," John said. "They're up now throughout the ship."

"This is Captain," Gregor said immediately. "Report in."

"Port Gun Bay ready," Gunner replied immediately.

"Starboard Gun Bay ready," Guarder added.

There was a pause of a few seconds before Thugly's voice joined in. "Em, Top Gun Bay is ready to kick some ass."

"Engineering?" Captain asked, not sure if he would get a response.

"Hi, Captain," a high-pitched woman answered. "I'm Spark. Engineering is ready. You've got full power at your disposal any time you want it."

"Flams?" John asked.

"Yeah?" a male answered, almost tentative in it's tone.

"What are we facing?"

"Let me see. We've got two Saryan class ships headed our way from Port and directly in front of us. Port one should be here in a minute, with the other about forty seconds behind it, sir."

Gregor's mind pulled up a mental image of a Saryan Warship. Sleek, agile, with plenty firepower, but most of the power was soaked up by it's guns and engines, so it didn't have strong shields. 

"Hit the first one with everything we've got, then about turn, full shields to the rear?" Gregor suggested, and John nodded. Pilot took it as an order.

"Turning towards the first target to intercept, Captain," she said.

"Fuck," Gregor mouthed silently. "Okay, all gun batteries to target the Saryan Warship as soon as it's in range. Engineering, I want ful shields to the front, and then as soon as we reverse course, full thrust and maximum shields to the rear."

"No bother, Captain," Spark squeaked over the intercom. 

The seconds dragged by as they rapidly closed on the first vessel. "Fire!" 

The three batteries opened fire simultaneously, firng off a range of laser-cannons and missiles, and within seconds Pilot had the ship racing back in the opposite direction. 

"Shields at max," Spark reported. 

"They're closing, Captain," Pilot reported. 

"Repeat maneuvre," Gregor ordered. "Max shields to the front, batteries engage the target. Pilot, head straight for them."

The ship flipped on it's end and drove towards the incoming target. Their maneuvre took their enemy by surprise and after another half a dozen blasts from the three gun positions, Flams announced their shields were down. Seconds later the ship was destroyed. 

"Pilot, put us between their debris and the incoming threat," Gregor ordered, a cunning plan springing to mind. "Crew, as soon as we're in their debris, I want shields and engines offline. Only power to the weapons."

"That's a dodgy call," John warned. "One hit and we're fucked."

"They'll never see us," Gregor explained. "We got jumped by a similar trick a year ago and had to dump our cargo."

John looked at him, his eyes full of doubt, but a moment later he nodded.

Pilot's fingers manipulated the controls and quickly got the former military ship into the debris field. 

"Thrusters and shields offline," Spark reported, still sounding as excited as she was a few minutes before the battle. 

"Fire only on my command," Gregor told the three gun batteries. He knew that Gunner and Guarder would only fire when he told them to, but he didn't know how Thugly was at following orders. He hoped he'd be as disciplined as the twins were.

They watched the other Saryan Warship close on their position, first travelling rapidly then much slower. Occasionally they got a reading from a sensor sweep, but from the debris field, it probably looked like both vessels had been destroyed, and that would confuse the enemy captain. 

"Standby," Gregor warned his three gunners. "When I give the command to engage the enemy I want full shields straight back up, then power to the thrusters, Spark. Understand?"

"Ready when you are."

The wait until they were inside missile and laser-cannon range was agonising, and more than once John, Pilot and Cook turned to see what he was waiting for. It was simple for Gregor. He wanted them so close that they couldn't miss. 

"All posts standby," he said, pausing to take a deep breath. "Fire!"

The ship shuddered as the batteries ripped off their fury at the Saryan Warship, firing laser-cannon and missiles repeatedly into the enemy vessel. 

At the same time as the thrusters and shields came up Flams announced their enemies shields were down, and Gregor knew it was over. The warship began to explode, adding chunks of debris to the field originated by it's former colleague. 

"Pilot, get us clear of the field," he ordered, then turned to his brother. "John, we've got a lot of supplies on board the Bolt-On. Do you want them on board?"

"Good idea, bro."

"Setting course for the Bolt-On, Captain," Pilot said with a sad smile on her face.

"All hands stand down," Captain said, then flicked off the Command console. "That was touch and go there for a minute."

"It sure was," John said, shaking his hand. As Gregor turned he saw Cook sitting in her chair, her hand fiddling inside her trousers, one foot up on the console. 

"What?" she replied innocently. " We could've died there, so I wanted to die happy."



While Pilot docked the ship above the Bolt-On, Gregor got the story of what happened to Bump from his brother, John. They had deliberately targetted the engine bay in order to disable the ship, but when they boarded John had found Bump crushed between a bulkhead and a part of the engine. His upper body was nearly severed and his entire chest was a disintegrated mess of bones and skin. He was definitely dead. He was nearly in two pieces.




Hunting The Storm Ch. 01



It brought out mixed emotions in Gregor. The Captain part of him was saddened that one of his crew had been killed, but the Gregor side of him wanted to shoot the bastard in the head to be sure of it.

The immensely strong Thugly had made short work of the rations and stores aboard the Bolt-On, treating it like a workout as he ran back and forth, up and down the ramps with boxes and crates stacked up, easily twice the weight that Gregor could have managed. The rest of Gregors crew gathered their personal items, changes of clothes and weapons and then Cook packed the kitchen while Gunner and Guarder stripped the turrets of their weapons. Gregor and Pilot emptied the cockpit of anything that could be used as spares and within a few hours they were back aboard the ship.

They also checked the manifests of the four cargo containers that they'd ejected from the Bolt-On, but they contained mechanical parts for some military base on Jupiter and weren't any good for them or for trading to others, so they opted to leave them behind. 

"Hey, what's this ship called?" Gregor asked at one point. 

"You'll like this," John said with a smile. "The Super-Sizen."

Gregor had chuckled. "Your sense of humour hasn't improved any, I see."

Once they were all back on board, John introduced them to the two other members of the crew they hadn't met yet. Flams was the first to appear. 

He was a short guy, maybe nineteen years old with glasses and a woolen hat pulled down over his head. His clothes were all baggy and obviously too big for him, and he wore long shorts instead of trousers, his skiny legs sticking out the bottom into a pair of thick trainers.

When Spark appeared it brought a smile to Gregor's face. She had her head shaved around the sides and it was a wirey spiky mess on top, dyed blonde, purple and black. A tight white vest top and black baggy trousers covered her, and her bare arms and shoulders were plastered with tattoos. She also had several piercings in her ears, eyebrow and nose, and Gregor was pretty sure that her nipples were pierced too. Spark bounced around, all squeaky and enthusiastic, hugging all the newcomers and Gregor noticed she had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

"This is so cool. Lots of girls now instead of just me," she said, drawing a throaty chuckle from Cook. 

"So where's the kitchen then?" Cook asked once the introductions had been done. 

"Upper Deck," Spark said. "I can take you there."

"In a minute," Gregor said, pausing them. "Bunks first. Who's where?"

"You're to the left of the cockpit door," John told him. "I'm on the right."

"That's the First Mate's Cabin," Pilot said quickly. "That should be me in there."

"You can bunk in with me for now," Gregor said quickly, not wanting to get into an argument over chain of command, nor suggest his brother should be evicted. "What about Gunner, Guarder and Cook?"

"There's some rooms for transporting guests on the starboard side of the main deck," John explained. "Would they be okay?"

Gregor shrugged. "You guys check them out, and let me know. If there's any problems we'll figure something else out." The three women nodded. 

"Right, let's get everyone's crap put away, get the kitchen stuff into the kitchen and then get some food sorted out, will we?" Gregor suggested. "Thugly, can you give Cook a hand getting her supplies into the kitchen?"

"Yes, Captain," he rumbled, leading Cook and Spark downstairs to the supplies. 

"I'm off back to the Tech Bay," Flams said quietly, and when Gunner and Guarder drifted off to check out the accomodation, Gregor realised it was him, Pilot and John. 

"Flight deck. We need to figure out where we're going," Gregor told them, feeling a bit like Captain normally would taking command and a little awkward as Gregor, doling out orders on John ship. It didn't seem to be a problem though, and they followed him up there and sat in the same seats as before. 

"So what's your plans then after this part?" Gregor asked John carefully, trying not to let anything slip about Bump and the brainwashing until he'd decided what to tell his crew. They'd taken the news of Bumps death with shrugs and mutters but no tears, which made Gregor a little happy. Without them even knowing about the brainwashing, they still didn't like him enough to even grieve.

"Well, I'd heard of a lead we could run down on this Argon Storm guy, somewhere he might be storing data backups that we could do with finding," he said cautiously. "It's in a bunker on Old Earth."

Old Earth, or as it was more commonly referred to, the Fucked Planet. It had been hit over a thousand years ago by a big chunk of rock that wiped out most of the life on the planet. Stories told of Tidal waves, earthquakes, rivers of molten rock, dust so thick you couldn't breathe, but Gregor had always chalked them up as old maids tales and scary stories. Still, it would be good to see it for himself. 

"What are we looking for?" Pilot asked, her angular features making her look intense and hot at the same time. 

"It's data on this guy I'm trying to track down. He's a slaver and a deviant, and he captured my brother," John told her, then clapped his mouth shut as he realised what he said.

"That explains it," she said quickly. "I couldn't figure out why you attacked us, but it's because you want your brother here to help track down your other brother who's missing, right?" 

"Yeah," both John and Gregor said at the same time, relieved she'd assumed there was another brother besides the two of them. 

"Well, given our ships destroyed and Captain's still the Captain, then I'm happy to help," Pilot smiled. "Plus, it's not like I've got a lot of options, is it?"

Gregor cast a quick glance at John. "Pilot, can you plot us a course for Old Earth orbit while I go have a chat with John?"

"Sure, Captain," she said, smiling. "You two look like brothers, you know."

"We know," Gregor replied, steering John out the door and into the first door on the right, the one John had indicated earlier would be his accomodation. 

"Chill out, Gregor," John said as soon as the door was shut. "I know my limitations and I'm no ships Captain, okay? We had to use an AI to take us where we needed to go and I know you studied all this space-travel shit before you even went to University. If I've got anything I don't agree with then I'll let you know in private, but when it comes to running the ship, you're the boss."

"That was easy," Gregor smiled. "Nice cabin," he added, looking around. A corner sofa and coffee table stood to the right next to the door, and then a large desk sat on the right, halfway down the room. At the other end was a large double bed against the right wall, with a bathroom to the left, and then bookcases filled the wall to the left of the door. Lots of polished oak, decked out like an old sea Captains cabin he'd only seen pictures of in books.

"It's not bad," John smiled. "Not really my style though."

"Too neat and tidy?" Gregor guessed, getting a nod and a chuckle from his brother. "So tell me about your crew," he said, taking a seat on the corner sofa. 

"Let's see," John said, sitting down next to him. "There's Thugly. Found him in a fighting pit on one of the Mars trading posts, and I bought him."

"He's a slave?" Gregor asked quickly, but John shook his head immediately.

"He was, but I freed him straight away. Since then he's been with me, watching my back and he's saved my ass a few times now. Good guy for fighting and lifting shit, but aside from that he's a bit... thick."

"Okay."

"Flams. The kids a fucking genius with programming. He's sharp and he knows the systems on the ship inside out, but he got bored at home a lot and ended up getting into all kinds of trouble, hacking defensive guns and making them fire on each other, daft shit like that. His mother and I had an occasional acquaintance, so she asked me to take him on board. I pretty much let him do what he wants, and him and Spark get on great, so he's been okay since then. Bit of a handful at times, but if you keep him focussed on what needs done and give him some credit afterwards he's happy."

"Is he the guy responsible for getting this fucking thing off me?" Gregor asked, pointing to the AMACS device on his arm. 

"He will, but only once he's got to grip with all the code involved," John said. "He'll probably give you the choice at some point if you want to completely remove the Captain persona or leave it to integrate with Gregor Sizen. Up to you, obviously, but you should give it some thought."

Gregor nodded. "And Sparks?"

"Spark," John corrected. "She's the hardware guru to Flams software. The Yang to his Yin or whatever the hell that phrase is. She grew up in a mechanical workshop run by her Uncle and when he died, the local gang took it over. They tried to force her into the brothels but she ran, and I found her when we docked on Jupiter."

"How did you find her?"

"Well, she found me, really. We landed and then she came up and told me I would have a problem with my landing gear on the right side as it was leaking fluid. When I asked her how she knew, she said she saw it when I was landing, but I just figured she was some street-rat looking for a kickback. When I got back I saw the fault report on the cockpit and went down to try and fix it. She ended up doing it for the price of a few meals, and when I found out her story I offered her a lift, and she joined the crew just like that."

"Sounds like you've been really lucky, John," Gregor said, patting his brother on the shoulder.

"Nah, those are only the good ones. Don't get me started on the half a dozen I had to get Thugly to throw off the ship, or the near mutiny I had two months ago." John paused. "I'm not a great leader of people, Gregor. That's why I'm not the guy to be in charge. What I am good at is ferreting out information and figuring out what it means."

"Intelligence officer of the Super-Sizen?" Gregor joked, but to his surprise, John nodded.

"That's exactly the role you should use me in, bro."

"We'll see how it goes, John," Gregor said, smiling. "Want something to eat? Cook's amazing at sorting out fantastic food from hardly anything."

"Yeah, about that, Gregor," John said, making an unhappy face. "That was part of Bump's code, that all food prepared by Cook would be delicious."

"Oh."

"It might still work on you, but be prepared, because it might well be the opposite."

"Shit," Gregor said quietly. "I fucking hope it's still good, because I don't want to have to tell her that she can't cook."

"The joys of command, brother," John laughed. "It's lonely at the top, ain't it?"

Pilot, Cook and the Twins flicked into his brain, a mental image of one of dozens of orgies they'd had on the Bolt-On. Gregor smiled. "John, I don't think it's ever been..... lonely."



There was something awesome about having his cock up Pilot's ass, Gregor thought as he slowly slid back and forth inside her. 

They were spooning on the bed, and despite her earlier advances, Gregor had pleaded tiredness after the events of the day. Truthfully he felt bad about taking advantage of someone who'd been programmed to want to fuck his brains out, even though he'd been programmed to feel that way about her too. It was just this guilty little voice in the back of his mind that had put up protest after protest until he finally fell asleep in the bed, Pilot lying beside him. 

He'd woken up half an hour later with Pilot sliding her ass down onto his erection. 

Gregor had no idea if he'd grown it while he slept, or if she'd manipulated it to rise, but by the time he heard the little voice telling him he shouldn't be doing it, she was three quarters of the way down his shaft, and her firm buttocks were flush against his pelvis. Somehow one of his hands had found its way onto her nipple, while the other hand was busy as she sucked hard on his thumb. 

As she continued to move the protesting voice became silent, and Gregor revelled in the intimate sensation of slowly ass-fucking the gorgeous blonde in the bed with him. His fingers tightened on her nipple for a moment, and then slid up and grabbed a handful of the back of her hair, dragging her upper body against his own. 

"Oh fuck yes, Captain," she whispered in his ear. "You know what to do."

Without conscious thought his left hand grabbed her throat, squeezing hard enough to stop her getting a breath, just as she loved, while he rolled her over onto her front and began to hammer his cock in and out of her asshole. 

He looked down at her pale white buttocks, rocking as his cock pistoned in and out of her, feeling her ass squeezing as she began to draw short of oxygen. He tightened his grip. Any second now she was going to start bucking and writhing, trying to throw him off, but she loved how she was never able. Despite her assertive manner, her strong opinions and her confident attitude, she really got off on being made to feel helpless and weak, under someone else's absolute control. 

He could feel his balls begin to tighten, herralding the usual eruption that would end with a load of cum being dumped in or on her body.

"Where do you want it?" he whispered between breaths, seeing her face had turned red. She bucked, pushing up with her hips, kicking at him with her legs, trying to throw him off and Gregor eased the pressure a fraction on her throat. She expelled a lungfull of air and gasped in, sucking in oxygen desperately. She only managed half a lungful as Gregor closed his hand again, temporarily blocking her windpipe as his cock began to swell.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass," he said, his voice a near growl as she kicked at him, his agonisingly hard cock thrusting deep into her asshole, as deep as he could push it. 

"Yes," she grunted in the near darkness. "Please."

Gregor came, thrusting his erection as deep as it would go up her asshole and letting go of her throat at the same instant. She panted like mad as his cock twitched inside her, shooting cum with an intensity that never tired.

It pulsed, pulsed again, and he felt her hand gripping his wrist, holding him in place over her. When he was spent, she wrapped her legs around his, holding him inside her. One of her particular tastes when it came to anal sex. Finally as he softened and slid out of her, she sighed. 

"Enjoy?" he asked gently. 

Pilot nodded her head. "As always, Captain."

Gregor rolled off her and onto his side, glad there were no covers to allow the sweat to evaporate. As he lay there he considered the beautiful blonde lying next to him. When it came to sex, Pilot was a real take-charge girl. She always had to be on top, no matter who she was fucking, or what she was doing, and she very much controlled the show, but when it came to a cock up her ass she was the exact opposite. She loved to be dominated and physically subdued, and being choked was an important part of that for her. Gregor wouldn't have done it otherwise, but it was something she got off on, so it was something he did as part of his desire to be a generous and attentive sexual partner.

"Can't sleep yet," she murmured, sliding down the bed. Gregor rolled on his back as Pilot began to clean him gently with her tongue, something she always did no matter which hole he fucked her in. 

As she bathed him with soft caresses, Gregor drifted off to sleep.



"So what do we do in the meantime?" Pilot asked, sounding frustrated. They'd just discovered there was no need to run diagnostics for hours every day like on the Bolt-On, as the onboard AI dealt with it all. It would occasionally spit out hardware or software issues, but either Spark or Flams would deal with them as a matter of routine. 

"I don't know," Gregor said, looking for suggestions from John. 

"Hang around, I guess," his brother replied. "Same as me and Thugly do. He works out a lot and trains, so I guess your twins might want to join him in that?"

"I'll suggest it to them if they haven't already started," Gregor said. "Okay, let's go have a chat with everyone, see what we can come up with. A few training exercises wouldn't go amiss, I guess. Help everyone get integrated."

"Good idea," Pilot said, all business.

They got everyone together and Gregor looked around the group, assesing the capabilities while they chatted and told each other a bit about what they could do. They had three kick-ass soldiers in Gunner, Guarder and Thugly which was good. Their flight crew was solid with himself and Pilot, along with the onboard AI, and John was their planner and intelligence guy,. Their technical support seemed to be strong too, between Spark and Flams, even if they did seem a pair of oddballs. Cook had her own role too, and thankfully last night at dinner it hadn't turned out to be all programming. John and the others had been enthusiastic about the food she'd prepared and were ready and waiting at breakfast time this morning. 

When they all had things to do, the ship would no doubt tick like clockwork, but right now there wasn't much to do. Gunner, Guarder and Thugly had nobody to fight, Gregor and Pilot had a ship that flew itself, and John had no information to seek. Flams and Spark had no faults to fix and Cook had already served breakfast and made lunch at the same time, so right now there was nine of them with nothing to do. 

Gregor could see Cook grinning, the smile that usually beckoned an imminent orgy but he didn't want to start them off down that route, so he started throwing out a few suggestions off the top of his head.

"How about if we move all the supplies upstairs to the top front cargo bay?"

"That's Bay A," John added.

"Yeah. That way we've got the whole of downstairs clear for exercise or sport of some sort? And while we're at it, would it be worthwhile putting the laser-cannons we got off the Bolt-On and adding them into the Gun Bays? Or is there a new one we could mount somewhere?" he said, knowing he was rattling ideas out but hadn't the time to consider if they were good ones or not. 

"Extra guns," Gunner said to Guarder, drawing a smile from Thugly. 

"What about mounting them in the lounge upstairs at the back?" Spark suggested. "I can give you a hand getting them fitted, but we'd have to clear all the lounge furniture out of the room."

"Bring that down here then," Gregor said, waving his arms around the cargo bay on the main deck. "We can get the dining room table down too, and set up a big open plan living area right here. That'll free up the other two floors for cargo storage and keep us near where we have to be."

"What about a gym?" Thugly rumbled.

"Upstairs in the dining room?" Gregor suggested. "Its got a nice view, plus it'd be close to the guns in the lounge too." 

"That's not a bad idea actually," John added. "Plus, it's looking forward and I like that."

Gregor nodded. "Okay, Gunner, Guarder, Thugly and Spark. If you guys fit the guns into the lounge upstairs, the rest of us can start moving the cargo up to Bay A and the furniture down to here. Let's move."

John grabbed him by the elbow and towed him off to the side for a quiet word. "Alright, bro. What's that all about?"

"The moving stuff?"

"No, the must-keep-people-occupied stuff."

Gregor rubbed at his nose. "You know about the whole hyper-active sex drive programming?"

John nodded. They'd discussed it the previous day. 

"Well, when the works done on the Bolt-On, then it's playtime. Right now, there's no work to be done, so I just stopped Cook from inviting everyone to participate in a big fucking orgy."

John sniggered. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Gregor nodded. "I love all four of those women, but they're completely uninhibted and sexually hyperactive. Mind you, so am I, and I'll stay like that until Flams cracks the programming. The thing is, they'll fuck all day if they don't have anything else to do."




Hunting The Storm Ch. 01



"Sounds alright to me. They're hot. All of them," John said, smiling. 

"They're also programmed," Gregor pointed out. He shifted uncomfortably, as even the conversation was making him horny. He never would have noticed if he'd just been Captain, but now he was back to being Gregor too. 

"What happens if you don't have sex?" John asked, 

Gregor frowned and shrugged. "I don't know. It hasn't happened."

"Shit, brother." John shook his head. "At least Bump kept you happy. It could've been worse."

"That's not a joking matter," Gregor replied quickly. "Look, how about we keep them occupied, keep coming up with jobs for them to do and see how they react?"

"Alright, but if they start acting up then you're gonna have to consider letting them do what they want," he said, and Gregor knew he was right. He just didn't like the idea of them all being little better than sex dolls, fucking with no free will.

True to his word, John kept feeding suggestions to Gregor as the day went on, so between the two of them they managed to keep everyone busy and active right up to dinner. He suspected from the recognisable flushes that Pilot and Cook had sneaked away individually to release their own tensions, but Gunner and Guarder seemed to be coping away. Unfortunately Gregor was in a state of constant arousal and would have fucked anything at all. 

At dinner he managed to sit at the head of the table and with John on one side and Thugly on the other it stopped any of the girls from playing footsie with him, a fairly common occurence back on the Bolt-On. 

"They're kinda snappy," John pointed out quietly near the end of the dinner. Spark looked a little unhappy as if she felt the responses to her questions were a little too aggressive from the twins, and Flams looked terrified, frequently jumping in his seat, no doubt from probing hands or feet. 

"Yeah, I can see that," Gregor nearly snarled back at him. "I guess that makes me too," he added a moment later.

"You're gonna have to let them have some fun," John told him, keeping his expression serious. "It's unavoidable, brother. Can you imagine this twenty four hours later?"

Gregor couldn't imagine his balls would last another twenty four minutes without exploding, let alone twenty four hours. He nodded. "I'll have a word with them."

"Do it now."

Gregor swallowed and asked if the rest of them wouldn't mind, could he have a word with Pilot, Cook, Gunner and Guarder in his quarters. A sudden raft of smiles broke out at what the ladies took to be an invitation to the Captains bedroom, and they scampered off, leaving him standing at the table. 

As soon as they were out of earshot he spoke quietly to the four crew members. "You guys all know about the programming." Spark, Flams and John nodded, while Thugly looked a little confused. 

"Well, I've been keeping them busy so they can't go all nympho, but it's having an adverse reaction, so I'm going to let them be them, and do what they want to do. If you get propositioned, and I'm sure you all will, feel free to just say no if it's something you don't want to do. They won't be offended, and they'll just seek someone else to play with."

"Aren't you suffering the same way too?" Flams asked. Spark looked down at his trousers, seeing the obvious bulge there. 

"Yes, but I know why I'm like this," Gregor explained. "They don't. Best I can explain it, it's like sitting reading a book, or dancing to music or playing sport of some sort. There's no inhibition when it comes to sex for any of them, so if you want to engage, feel free. If not, please don't be too startled when you walk in the kitchen and Cook is going at it with her rolling pin."

"That big fucking rolling pin?" John asked, his jaw wide open. 

"Yeah," Gregor replied. "She uses it as a dildo." 

At that his cock twitched in his trousers, and Gregor groaned. John laughed while Thugly looked around to see what was funny. Spark pointed to his trousers. 

"Go get that seen about. Before it goes off and takes someone's eye out," she smirked. Gregor cocked an eyebrow at her, knowing he shouldn't, but she pointed him towards his cabin. "Go."

Gregor grinned and waddled off to his quarters. As he opened the door, he stopped, seeing Gunner bent over his bed, her face buried in Cooks pussy, while Guarder sat astride her face. The three of them were all moaning, obviously unable to wait for their Captain. Meanwhile Pilot sat on the sofa behind the door, her trousers pulled down, fingering her sopping wet pussy. 

He closed the door. "Who wants some cum?" 

As he frantically unfastened his trousers and freed his straining erection he knew it would be seconds before he orgasmed. The three girls whipped off the bed and darted to their knees in front of him. Cook, being a little more greedy than the twins immediately took him in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. 

"Fuck!" he blurted as he came, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt, seven or eight heavy loads. 

"You better share that," Gunner told her firmly. 

Cook nodded with his cock still in his mouth and the corners of her lips twitched up in a smile. 

"Me too," Guarder added, her fingers buried between her legs. 

As he watched, panting like mad, Cook sucked the last of his cum from his cock and then released him with a wet slurping noise. Gregor took a step back as Cook turned and kissed Gunner, then Guarder, sharing his creamy cum with the twins. 

"Yummy," Guarder was the first to say, one hand rubbing her tummy. 

"I'll get some later," Pilot smirked from the sofa. 

"That's a deal," Gregor agreed, then cleared his throat. "Right, ladies, before you get too carried away I need to talk to you all."

Their expressions turned serious and Guarded even stopped fiddling with herself. Pilot didn't, but that didn't surprise him in the slightest.

"Obviously we're on a different ship now, with some new crew, and while we're very relaxed about sex, they're not used to how we all behave," he said slowly. "Now, I have no objection to any of you fucking anyone on this ship, but don't harass any of them about it, and only play when the work is done, okay?"

"Yes Captain," Gunner and Guarder replied immediately. 

Cook pouted but nodded, and Pilot merely smiled.

"Is that an agreement, Pilot?"

"Of course, Captain," she replied, a smutty grin on her face.. "I was just wondering what it would be like to fuck you and your brother at the same time."

"Oh, I want to do that," Cook blurted immediately.

"Yeah, I'm not fucking anyone at the same time as my brother," Gregor replied. Four frowns appeared on their faces. 

"Why not?" Pilot asked a moment later.

"I think he's shy about it, because we're brothers," he lied quickly. "So don't any of you suggest it to him, okay?" They all nodded, and he felt a pang of guilt, knowiing they were programmed to be this horny and wanton. He was too, but at least he knew why he was like this. While he wondered what was worse, the twins dragged Cook back onto his bed and picked up where they left off.

"Who do you think will be first, Captain?" Pilot asked a moment later as he wandered over to take a seat beside her. 

"First what?" 

"First to fuck one of the new crew?"

He shrugged an smiled. "I would've guessed Cook, but I think the twins have their eyes on the big guy."

She shook her head and picked up her trousers. "I'm going to go put your brother through his paces. See how he compares against my favourite cock in the Galaxy." 

Gregor chuckled, feeling absolutely no jealousy whatsoever thanks to his programming, although he did smack her hard on the ass as she headed for the door. "Have fun."

"Oh, I'm sure I will, Captain."

Gregor glanced over to the bed, seeing Cook lying there breathing hard, her legs splayed while the twins lay beside her, their faces buried in each others pussies. 

The alarm sounded throughout the ship and Gregor leapt to his feet and pulled his trousers up. "Fuck," he said, yanking the door open and heading for the cockpit. Pilot was in front of him and he heard his brother, John, behind him.

"Report," he told the AI system. 

"Distress beacon ahead," the automated voice replied. "Ship is the Basciluss. Distress call states ship has lost life support and crew is in urgent need of assistance."

"How long has it been broadcasting?" Gregor demanded quickly as he and Pilot slid into their chairs. 

"Call has been broadcasting for eleven hours, six minutes and forty seconds."

"Set a course, Pilot," Gregor said. He turned to his brother. "Assemble a boarding party, John. You, me, Gunner, Thugly. And Spark too."

John nodded and pressed a button on the command console to ask a question of the ships AI. "What can you tell us about the Basciluss?"

"The Basciluss is a Cort-class Freighter registered to Universal Freight Shipping Conglomerate. It is normally manned by a crew of eight. It has twin cargo holds on port and starboard and is equipped with two emergency escape pods, located at the rear of the ship."

"Have the escape pods been used?" Gregor asked the AI.

"I can answer that once we are in scanner range, Captain," the AI said. 

"How long until we get there, Pilot?" 

"Six minutes, Captain," she said, her fingers moving like a blur on the console in front of her. Captain saw from his own screen that the ship had accelerated rapidly in the direction of the Basciluss. 

"Okay. John, let's go. Pilot, you have the ship."

"Thankyou, Captain," she said, nodding stiffly. 

Gregor followed John out the cockpit but was stopped by his brother as soon as the door shut. 

"Universal Freight Shipping Congolomerate is a subsidiary corporation owned by Storm Industries," John said quietly. "In other words, that is one of Argon Storm's ships."

Gregor frowned as he considered this. Bump, as he still thought of him, was rich and involved in many legal and illegal activities. John's briefing last night had been pretty thorough on that front. If this was one of his ships then they had to investigate, and for more than was readily apparent to his old crew too.

The five of them suited up, slipping oxygen helmets over their armoured suits and grabbed their weapons. Gregor smiled as he saw Thugly pick up two laser-repeaters and put them in holsters either side of his belt, add some kind of heavy plasma gun to a sling on his back and then pick up a gun similar to Guarders Ship Clearance weapon. Gregor wondered if he could fit his hand in the end of the barrel. 

Spark was dressed in a black pressure suit and matching helmet that had been painted with all manner of stripes, triangles and sharp edges, and he saw she carried a toolbox in one hand and a laser-pistol in another. 

"No life signs aboard, Captain," Pilot reported over the intercom. "Docking in thirty seconds." 

Gregor nodded and led the boarding party down to the lower cargo bay, where they waited until Pilot reported a hard seal and then they entered the airlock, closing it behind them before they opened the outer door. 

Thugly stepped forward to the pressure sealed door on the other ship and gripped the round handle in both hands. 

"Watch this," John said. Gregor knew from experience that it was easier to cut your way through the hatch, or use power tools to rotate it and break the seal, the difference in pressure between the two hulls being the problem. 

Thugly's massive muscles flexed, his grip on the handles looking tight enough to crush steel and as Gregor watched, the big man manually turned the handles and hauled the door open. 

Gregor could see the big man panting as he completed a Herculean feat of strength. "Well done, big man."

Thugly nodded, then shrugged. "I'm good with sticky doors," he rumbled. 

Gunner was first through the door, her weapons out and swinging from side to side as she checked the small corridor at the rear of the ship, followed by Gregor with Thugly right on his shoulder. Spark came next, with John bringing up the rear of the small party. 

They reached a half-shut door at the end of the corridor and Gregor peeked around the gap. He could see the engineering console ahead, connected to the main reactor which appeared to be offline. This was obviously the main area of the ship that everything else connected to. He turned back to his small group. 

"Me and Gunner go left. John, you and Thugly check the right. Spark, can you have a look at the engineering console, see if you can tell us anything about the ship?" Four nodding heads looked back at him, so he pulled the door open and slipped through. To their left was the entrance to an unused escape pod and then a set of doors to the port side cargo bay. 

Gregor had a glance inside, seeing rows of transport cases. He crouched, his laser-rifle pointed towards the front of the ship and Gunner slipped past him, moving quickly as she cleared the cargo bay. 

"Port cargo bay secure," she reported a moment later.

"Same over here," John radioed.

"Setting up a feed from the console to Flams for a diagnostic," Spark said. Gregor heard her grunt a little then she said, "Flams, you should be getting data now."

"I got it," Flams reported.

"Let's move forward," Gregor ordered the boarding party. They met on the other side of the ships reactor and moved into the crew area, splitting off into pairs again and leaving Spark to guard the door to the bridge. Gregor and Gunner searched two crew cabins but found no-one there. John and Thugly reported the same, so with Thugly leading this time, they entered the bridge. 

The room that controlled the ship was quite large and had seven chairs in it, with dedicated positions for command, pilot and co-pilot, weapons, shields, comms and life support. In six of the seven chairs were the bodies of the crew, each of them in pressure suits, but their oxygen had obviously run out some time ago as they were all dead.

Gregor inspected each of the bodies, reading the name tags as he went. Captain, a male, approximately thirty years old, blonde hair. Pilot, another male in his early twenties, dark hair. Cook, a short female female with red hair and pierced nose. 

A chill ran through him as he continued checking the corpses. Gunner, a strong female with blonde hair. Guarder, a tall brunette woman, and lastly, Bump. 

"No fucking way," he muttered as he stared at the face inside the helmet. A cold chill ran down his spine. 

"Captain, these guys all have the same names as us," Gunner said quickly. 

"Get us a manifest of the cargo please, Gunner. You too Thugly," Gregor said without looking up. As soon as they were outside, John closed the door.

"Do you see this, John?" Gregor asked as he stood over the body of Bump. The corpse looked identical to the Bump they knew back on the Bolt-On, right down to the humped back and penguin-like nose. 

"Fuck me sideways," Spark muttered as she peered inside his helmet. "I saw him back on the other ship. This must be his twin."

"Or a clone?" John suggested quietly. 

"What?"

"A clone," John said, moving closer to inspect the corpse. "I've heard a few rumours that there are a few cloning facilities on some of the grubbier space ports around Saturns rings."

"Any way we can find out?" Gregor asked.

John shrugged, clueless where to start. "We should get their AMACS devices off their arms and get them back to Flams for him to investigate. Spark, can you do that?"

She nodded. "No problem."

Gregor felt like his mind was reeling, shocked at seeing another Bump, but also shocked as he realised that this crew was probably brainwashed too, and could easily have identical programming to him and his crew. "That could be me lying there," he murmured.

"I know," John replied. "But it's not. You're not that guy any more, remember."

"Yeah."

While Spark got to work on the AMACS devices, Gregor and John began a thorough inspection of the crew quarters, picking up cargo manifests and shipping records for previous trips. They worked methodically through the ship, searching for separate quarters for Bump. Gregor knew if they were all programmed the same then Bump would have his bunk somewhere else.

They found it in the port-side escape pod. A bed, chair and a set of twin consoles filled the small pod and while Gregor checked the bed and storage lockers, John searched for hidden data stored away in secret. 

Gregor found all manner of disgusting pornographic books, his loathing for Bump as a persona deepening, and he was glad to get out of there after John found a box full of data discs. 

"This is what we're after," John nodded. "I'll get this back up to my cabin."

"Okay," Gregor nodded, heading for the cargo bays to see what their current cargo was. He found Gunner in the half-empty port bay. 

"Where's all the cargo gone?"

"Thugly and I are transferring it aboard, Captain," she explained. "There's crates of unbranded medical supplies, drugs mostly. Starboard side has more of the same, as well as several crates of Scandium Ore."

"You're kidding?" Gregor said. "Scandium Ore? How much?"

"One hundred and sixty kilos, Captain."

"Shit," Gregor murmured. Scandium Ore was a rare metal that was used in electrical reactors used to power nearly every ship in the system, along with most military weapons too. It worth quite a bit more than it's weight in gold. On the open market fifty kilos would get you a luxury cruise ship, a top-notch crew and enough fuel, supplies and booze to live like a king for a decade.

"That's a high value cargo," he said, frowning. "And these guys just happened to suffer a catastrophic failure to their life support systems?"

"It appears so, Captain," Gunner nodded. 

"Does that sound more than a little suspicious to you?"

"More than a little, Captain," she nodded. Gunner was quite formal when it was working time, just like her sister. 

"Okay," Gregor nodded. "Let's get the cargo loaded and then we'll see about getting out of here."

"Yes, Captain." Gunner turned, grabbed two of the cases and began to head towards the Super-Sizen. 

"Scandium Ore," Gregor muttered as he grabbed a box himself. "That's a valuable cargo to put on a ship with one cannon."

It took them an hour to transfer the cargo into the lower hold of the Super-Sizen, filling half the big space, and while John and Spark retrived anything that might yield data, Gregor considered dragging the corpses into the port escape pod and triggered it to eject ten minutes after they departed, but he opted to leave them on the ship that they'd lived in. 

After they took off and resumed their original course, Gregor sat with John in his cabin discussing what they'd found.

"So if that was a programmed crew, just like mine, then we can assume that there's likely to be plenty more like us?" Gregor said, looking very unhappy.

"Yeah. The question is why did the life-support system suddenly fuck up. Why didn't they escape into one of the pods? Why did they just stay there and die like drugged-up puppies?"

"And why the identical Bump?" Gregor added. "More to the point, how do we know that the Bump aboard our ship was actually Argon Storm? If there's clones of him kicking around, then how do we know the real one is dead?"

"I don't know, brother," John replied. "I thought that we'd killed Argon Storm back on the Bolt-On, but this puts a whole new spin on it."

"Okay, put that aside for the minute," Gregor suggested. "What do you know about the real identities of my crew?"

"Honestly, nothing. I'd been concentrating on finding you, but I had no idea who you were with. Since everyone came on board though I've asked each of them to report for a scan in the medical bay. Now we've got full physical workups, DNA, DNE and DNF data, and once we reach somewhere civilised I'll get Flams to run the info against the Colonies Missing Persons database."




Hunting The Storm Ch. 01



"Think that'll yield any results?"

"Should do," John nodded. "The tricky bit is finding out where their own original data is stored,. We got yours from an old backup archive and it was more good luck than anything else that we found it. Nineteen complete data discs for nineteen individuals, all Captains, and the rest were corrupted."

"Nineteen Captains?" Gregor blurted. "That means..."

"There's at least nineteen different crews out there," his brother finished. "Yep, and that's probably just the tip of the meteorite."

"Fuck." 

"So we head to this bunker somewhere on Old Earth and see what we can find," John continued. "If there's data there, then we might be able to match it to some of your crew."

"Here's hoping," Gregor nodded. "Okay, what about the cargo?"

"Well, there's always people looking to buy meds or Scandium Ore and there's the black market too, so we can shift the cargo with little difficulty, assuming we take the usual precautions."

"Usual precautions?"

John laughed. "Lots of firepower and a healthy dose of suspicion usually does the trick."

Gregor smiled. "You've changed, brother. You're not that pale little kid I remember."

"Nope. Now I'm a pale adult, but I know a bit more about the world."

"More than I do by the sounds of it," Gregor added.

"Which reminds me," John said quickly. "Talking of pale skin, your Pilot chick grabbed me before the alarm sounded and told me she was gonna... well.... you know."

Gregor smiled. "Yeah, I know. She told me she was going to."

"That doesn't bother you? You guys are sleeping in the same bed," he pointed out. 

"It's not like that, John," Gregor tried to explain. "I know it's the programming, but I'm totally liberated about all that stuff. I don't feel jealous, threatened or possessive. Any of the girls can fuck whoever they want, the same as I can. There's no drama about it."

"I thought you two had a thing," John explained.

Gregor laughed suddenly. "Keep this to yourself, John, but Pilot announced yesterday that she wanted to have a threesome with me and you, but I said no."

"That's pretty hardcore," John said, his eyes wide. "I'm glad you said no."

"Well, here's the thing," Gregor explained. "The Captain part of me wouldn't balk at doing that, wouldn't see it as a big deal, but the Gregor part of me finds it a bit... weird. I couldn't explain that to the girls though, because they don't know about the programming."

"I see. That makes sense. So what did you tell them?"

"That you were a bit insecure about getting your cock out in front of your big brother," Gregor grinned. 

"Insecure?" John laughed. "Thanks for that, fucker."

"I couldn't tell them what was really going on, could I?" Gregor protested, a broad smile still on his face. 

"No, I suppose not," John sighed. "And I'm quite happy to leave Pilot all to you."

"Don't worry about it," Gregor shrugged. "You should go a couple of rounds with Cook though. She'll rock your world. Dirty isn't the word for it."

"She's a little beauty," John nodded. "Mind you, so are the twins."

"I know," Gregor smiled. "They get competitive with each other though, so don't ask them to both give you a handjob at the same time. I swear they nearly ripped my cock off."

John shook his head. "Sometimes when you talk about this stuff and I see these gorgeous women you had all to yourself I can't help but wonder if you'd have been happier left where you were."

"As nothing more than a procreating zombie?" Gregor replied. "No, you turning up is the best thing that's happened to me. It's hard, but it's the right thing, know what I mean?"

John nodded. "I do, bro. It's good to have you back."

"You too, John," Gregor smiled. "Right, I'm shattered. What's the local time?"

"About four hours into third watch. On Old Earth they'd call that two hundred hours. Weird, huh?"

"Lot of weird shit in this solar system, John," Gregor laughed.

"Ain't that the truth," John smiled. 

As his brother left the room, Gregor slipped off his clothes and had a quick shower. It had been a hell of a long day. They'd moved almost the entire contents of the ship around, started foolng around in bed, and then the alarm had sounded and they'd spent several hours aboard the Basciluss. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, and quickly fell asleep.



Gregor awoke smiling, because an imminent orgasm and Pilot's mouth around his cock often made a great start to any day. Ten minutes, one orgasm and a tongued clean-up later, Gregor figured it was time to get dressed and organised for the day ahead.

He pulled on his trousers, boots and weapon belt, shrugged a tunic on and left Pilot snoozing in his bed. The main deck was quiet, and he popped into the cockpit to check on their progress towards Old Earth. Twenty six more hours at maximum speed and they'd be there, in orbit around the fabled planet that was the birthplace of humanity. Gregor felt a little twitch of nervous excitement at finally seeing the legendary planet. 

He returned to the main deck and wandered past the kitchen area, seeing no-one there, so he headed aft, looking for either Spark or Flams to see if there had been any progress on the AMACS or anything else they'd found on the freighter.

The technical bay where Flams worked and slept had two doors, and both had signs stuck on them. "Do Not Enter. Work In Progress."

Gregor put his ear to the door and could hear the pounding deep pulse of some kind of hardcore mechanical music booming inside the small room. Figuring Flams must be working he turned towards the Engineering room and opened the door. 

His eyes widened as he saw Cook grinning at him. She was sitting astride Spark's face as the enginner lay on the floor, her face bured in Cook's pussy. Cook was butt-naked, not an unusual sight, and was busy pulling on her own nipples. 

"Morning, Captain," Cook said cheerfully, giving him a big smile. A high pitched squeal sounded from Spark and she scrambled out from under Cook, darting around a panel out of sight. 

"What's up with her?" Cook laughed. "She's not even naked, and she was doing a great job." 

Gregor chuckled. "Some people are a little private about their sexual tastes and habits, Cook," he said gently.

She shrugged. "Well, I'm not one of them. Want to join us?"

"I'm fine for now. Pilot did a great job of waking me up earlier," he winked. "You guys have fun. Breakfast in an hour?"

"Sure thing, Captain," Cook nodded, her hand slipping down to play with her insatiably hungry pussy. 

Gregor tore his eyes away and left the engineering room, closing the door as he went. Cook was a sexual monster, much more hardcore in her tastes than the rest of them. She'd been fisted several times by the twins, once by both of them at the same time, and she regularly asked for spankings and took bets she could fit large objects in her pussy or ass. Only a few days ago Gregor had watched as the twins had double-teamed her with strapons and she'd grinned and asked for more.

"Poor Spark," he said, unable to hide the grin from his face. "She doesn't know what she's let herself in for."

He sorted himself out with a cup of hot cha and took a seat at the dining table, where the twins joined him a few minutes later. 

"Have a good night, you two?" The two redheads nodded at him, a slight hint of a smile on their lips. 

Gregor smiled, glancing towards their cabin door, expecting to see the bulk of Thugly appearing any moment. 

"The big guy in there?" he asked.

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Don't be ridiculous, Captain" Gunner told him. 

"I know, right?" Guarder said, a broad grin on her face.

"Who then?" Gregor asked, more than a little confused.

"There's no-one in our cabin, Captain," Guarder told him. 

"No, that's not why we're laughing," Gunner explained. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"

Gregor knew he looked confused. "Explain it to me."

"Thugly," Gunner prompted. 

"Very loyal to your brother," Guarder added, then winked slowly.

"Really?" Gregor said quickly and they both nodded. He had no idea his brother was into guys. The twins chuckled at the surprise on his face, but as he sipped at his hot cha, he recalled the conversation last night. They'd talked about the women of his crew, but at no point had John said anything specific about wanting to fuck them. In fact, he'd put off sleeping with Pilot by saying he thought that her and Gregor had a thing, and he'd complimented the twins and Cook too, but hadn't expressed any desire to fuck them. 

"Fucking hell," Gregor muttered a moment later. "That's a surprise."

"Why is it a surprise, Captain?" Gunner asked, her expression curious. 

"Oh, I didn't think Thugly would be my brothers type," he improvised. 

"You think he'd be more into a guy like you, Captain?" Guarder nodded. "You are pretty hot, you know."

Gregor shrugged. "It's all genetics and plenty exercise, ladies." 

"I love exercise," Gunner said with a wicked chuckle, echoed by Guarder. 

"So where's Cook?" 

"She'll be here in a bit," Gregor said, finishing his hot cha. "She's getting something serviced in Engineering, I think." Gregor even managed to keep a straight face as he left the table.

Gregor returned to his cabin, finding Pilot dressed and about to join them for breakfast. "Thanks for this morning," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"The pleasure's all mine," she smiled. "Well, ours I guess."

"Well, I enjoyed."

"You usually do," she said. "Anything happening?" 

Gregor shook his head. "I'm bored. We've got twenty six hours before we reach Old Earth Orbit, and everythings under control."

Pilot cocked an eyebrow. "Much as I hate to sound like Cook, but how about an orgy then, Captain?" 

"Well, apparently my brother and Thugly are a bit of an item, or so the twins just told me."

"Really? That's hot," Pilot said, licking her lips a moment later. "Think they'd be up for joining us?"

"Can't see it," Gregor said quickly. "I don't think the twins don't have much to do so they'd probably be up for it. Oh, I found Cook getting eaten this morning by Spark."

"Lucky Cook. Spark's cute." 

"Yeah. Cook should be free, but Spark might be a bit reluctant," he added. "When I found them Spark took off and hid. She was a bit shy about it."

Pilot laughed. "We'll soon cure her of that. What about Flams? He looks like he needs his world well and truly rocked."

"Help yourself," Gregor said, remembering the door signs. "You might need to wait until he's done working though. Apparently he goes into a kind of trance state when he's doing loads of coding stuff."

"Three new cocks to play with on this ship, one's out of bounds because he's working and the other two are into each other?" Pilot said a moment later. "Fate is being cruel."

"Hey, at least you've been getting mine since you got on board," he pointed out. "Cook and the Twins only got a load of cum last night and that's been it."

"Poor girls," she mocked. "All this talk's getting me wet. Want to stay here and fuck or have some breakfast first?"

"Breakfast. Come on."

After breakfast, Thugly, Gunner and Guarder went back up to the rear lounge to finish work on the gun emplacements from the Bolt-On, and John asked for a word with Gregor. When they entered Johns Cabin, Spark was waiting there, looking more than a little uncomfortable.

"Spark's found some interesting data on the ships engineering logs."

"Yeah," she said quietly. "The escape pods were all jammed by one of the crew, but I don't know which one yet. Then that same crew member manually removed key components of the life support system and vented nearly all their oxygen supplies into space. It shouldn't have been possible, so whoever did it obviously knew the system inside out."

"Which suggests the Bump clone, right?" John said. "Wrong."

Spark looked up and caught Gregor's eye. "Flams has let me know that one of the crew on the ship had a load of data-faults on their AMACS and he thinks that their mind-wipe may not have worked correctly. As a result they may have been confused, mentally unstable, and that ties in with what I got off the engineering logs."

"You think that one of the crew did this because their mind rebelled against their programming?" Gregor said quietly. 

"Sounds likely, brother," John said, nodding his head. "Flams and Spark concur."

"Why not Bump, or whoever he was?" Gregor asked.

"Because his was the only AMACS I marked. I didn't put names on the others." Spark shrugged. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled, drawing an immediate blush from the punky mechanic. "I got another question about the code on the AMACS. Does it match the code on our devices too? Are they mentally clones of us?"

"I asked Flams that earlier, and that's what he's working on today," John said. "Basically, it looks like there's a male and female version of the code for each role on the ship. Twelve profiles, if you will. Your Captain persona is one of the twelve."

"Fuck," Gregor muttered. "So for the last three years I've not even been unique. Just a fucking factory programme rolled out to fuck knows how many copies?" 

John had never been a fan of sugar-coating bad news. "Pretty much, brother. The good news is that you've got your other memories back so at least you know who you are. As for the rest of your friends, they're walking talking programmes."

"And maybe clones too?" Gregor asked sadly.

"Potentially," John nodded.

"Oh fuck, I feel awful," Spark blurted. "I just thought Cook was...."

"Hot? Horny? Up for it?" Gregor asked quickly. "She's all those things. Having sex and fooling around makes the five of us happy, so don't worry about it, okay?"

"What's this?" John asked, grinning as he looked at Spark's and her rosy cheeks. "Did you and Cook get it on last night?"

"Hey, don't you talk, brother," Gregor said quickly. "From what I hear you've been keeping a few things quiet too." 

"You heard, did you?" John's expression was carefully neutral. Gregor thought of it as his 'Poker-face'. 

"I heard." Gregor shrugged. 

"Not bothered about it, brother?"

"Why would I be?" 

"I just wanted to keep things on the down-low," Spark muttered. 

Gregor rolled his eyes. "John. I'm glad you've got someone who makes you happy, and I don't care if it's a bloke or a chick. As long as you're happy, bro. Spark, if you want to fuck Cook, then go for it. She's a horny little slut and her pussy tasts fucking amazing, so you get in there anytime you want. Same goes for Gunner or Guarder or Pilot. Or me for that matter, although I don't have a pussy to taste, so I should probably point that out."

The pair of them chuckled and Gregor relaxed enough to join in a moment later. 

"Have we got that cleared away now?" he asked a moment later, a casually disarming smile on his face. 

"I guess so," Spark replied, still blushing a little. John nodded slowly. 

"Right, what's the plans for today?"

John spoke first. "I'm going through the data from the freighter from last night, and Spark and Flams are doing the same on the hardware and software we took off it."

Gregor nodded. "Gunner, Guarder and Thugly are upstairs finishing turning the upper lounge into a gun emplacement, and then I imagine they're going to set up a gym too, so that'll keep them busy for most of today."

"That just leaves Pilot, Cook and yourself," John pointed out. 

"Well, I think I'll encourage Cook and Pilot to go have some downtime for a few hours between meals, and I'm gonna give you a hand, brother."

"Feel free to pop back to engineering or tech to catch up with me or Flams anytime," Spark added. "We'll be getting data out all day too."

"Will do," Gregor nodded. 

The day passed quickly, and between John, Gregor, Spark and Flams they were starting to compile quite a bit of information on not just the freighter, but what it had in common with the Bolt-On and it's crew. 

They also managed to trace back several months to when the freighter made a drop-off on the moon circling Old Earth, now a tourist resort for history buffs with several small colonies on it. 

They had the manifest showing which port, dock and gate number the freighter had loaded at, and considering it a great opportunity to see if they could track anyone who might remember the crew, Gregor popped out to ask Pilot to change course to Old Earths Moon. He found Cook and Pilot going at it on the desk in his cabin, and because he still had his programming in him, it resulted in him butt-fucking Cook while Pilot rammed four fingers in and out her pussy. As soon as he finished up, Pilot headed for the cockpit and Gregor headed back the First Mates Cabin, leaving Cook lying in a puddle of sweat and cum, grinning like a maniac.

A visit to Flams that afternoon produced a rather disturbing revelation that Gregor and John decided to keep to themselves. They'd gone to ask about the box of data disks they'd retrieved from the freighter, and Flams had explained that he hadn't got near them yet, so the brothers took them back to John's cabin and began to examine them. 

They contained hundreds of hours of pornographic movies, hidden camera footage of the crew of the freighter indulging themselves in every vice they wanted to, all captured in spectacular detail. There was footage from inside every bedroom, shower, bathroom, crew room and nothing that could be considered sexual was left out. 

Gregor realised immediately that the Bump on the Bolt-On had no doubt been doing the same thing to them and knowing that pornography was a lucrative market, especially for private collectors, he lurched to Johns toilet, where he vomited. 

"I already knew about it," John admitted when he came back. "That's how I knew you were alive, brother. Because someone sent me a clip."

"Who?"

John rolled his eyes. "Someone I went to school with. They recognised you and sent the clip through asking if it was you. I said it wasn't and that you were off at uni, not starring in some porn movie on a ship somewhere." He shrugged. "If they hadn't done it, I wouldn't have found you."

"I can't believe I'm a fucking porn star."

"It's private collector, black-market stuff. It's not available for common consumption, so you probably won't be recognised anywhere," John explained. 

"And that's how you knew it was Argon Storm?"

"There were a lot of steps between there, but yeah."

The other startling revelation of the day came from Flams. He'd managed to crack a section of the controls within the AMACS, and had discovered that their metabolic rate was manipulated to a constant high level, and their sex drives were often triggered by the devices in their arms. 

"I don't know what triggers it, but it sends pulses into your body that the body and brain interpret as raging horniness," Flams explained quietly. 

"So you know how but not why?" Gregor asked. 

"Basically, yeah." The little guy shrugged. "I'll get it though. So we're gonna be at Old Earth tomorrow then?"

Gregor nodded. "Yeah, maybe for a day or two. Anything you need?"

John rolled his eyes, while Flams handed him a datapad with quite an extensive list on it. 

"What is all this stuff?"

Flams waved a hand around the Technical Bay, full of consoles, data readers and input devices. "It's improvements for this. I need some of it to help crack your programming too. It's advanced stuff they're using."

Gregor handed it back to him. "Can you prioritise it for me. What we're likely to find, how important it is, stuff like that. If we can get it we will, but I need to know what matters and what doesn't. Okay?"

"Of course, man," Flams said, nodding. "You might want to check with Spark too. She's got a few lists of her own."

"Will do."

As soon as word got around that they'd be trying to do some trading at Old Earths Moon then lists began to appear from the various members of the crew. Thugly asked for a range of strange chemical supplements to help him add more muscle to his already massive body, while Gunner and Guarder requested armour and armament upgrades for themselves and the ship. Pilot asked for a selection of new outfits, and Cook handed them two lists. One was the supplies and equipment she wanted for the galley and food stores, while the other contained a list of toys and accessories for her favourite hobby.