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Clone Ch. 03

By: Beatnic_jazzman





Clone Ch. 03



As the ecstatic moment faded, I put the effort back into pumping her to her own sweet reward. She exploded, giving vent vocally as she reared up, forcing me to sit on my ankles as she rolled back into my lap.

I wrapped my arms about her, my hands cupping her breasts while my thumbs gentle teased her nipples. I felt the tenseness leave her body as she relaxed into the afterglow, pressing her back against me.

The pressure on my deflating cock popped it out, she gave the tiniest of shivers and brought her hands to cover mine, pressing on them as she kneaded her breasts by proxy. I bent my head forward, kinking my neck to kiss hers.

"That was nice," I whispered as I nibbled at her ear.

"Oh I know," she replied. "You're the best fuck I've had in a long while, ten times better than the competition. You've got the experience and the equipment."

She unfolded her legs and slid to the side of me, leaving me with the wet patch, both under and on me. With a wry grin I got up and climbed over her, heading to the cupboard for a towel.

As I moved to the edge of the bed she asked. "Where're you going?"

"For a shower, then we're going to change the bedclothes," I replied. "Breakfast and work for you, you can't go round smelling of fresh sex."

Left unsaid was yet another boring day for me, chafing in my confinement, the world of entertainment at my fingertips not distraction enough to keep me from fretting. The cumulative effect building on the nervous 'axe waiting to fall' mood.

We showered and changed the bed, which led us to an uneventful breakfast and a lonely walk back to her room for me. The one thing that might calm me was in my quarters, the pile of rock I'd gathered, that and my tools would let me vent my angst in artistic expression.

I lay on the bed, screen on, watching some replica old broadcast channel I'd serendipitously found. All about the Yellowstone event of 2163, the one that wiped America and its insidious religious cults off the map.

The trouble was that a bankrupt middle east, exporting only the PV power in lieu of the depleted oil faced their own religious zealots who claimed that Allah had smote the evil crusaders, jockeying for power with the political forces.

China and the rest of the world suffered with two years of red skies, millions suffered and starved during the event and the five years it took the globe to recover, once the internet had been restored a pragmatism took hold and the first world congress was organised.

It was a nice idea while it lasted but corporatism took back many of the proposed rights and has been creeping round many more since then, we lost our last best chance.

Jant surprised me, I must have dozed off and woke with her stroking my face. She looked pleased, with a happy face. 

I looked at her bleary eyed as her face changed to a thoughtful look.

"Ready for dinner?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, when I wake up."

The crease resistant clothes I'd lain in were creased and she grumbled, hurrying me as I changed. Then we strolled the familiar corridor to the mess hall, finding an empty table tucked against the wall. We sat looking out over the rest, eating some Chinese dish with tiny slivers of red stained pork.

"Do you think there's any chance that I could get some of my personal things back from my room?" I asked her.

"I don't know, the system would have had your stuff boxed and stored by now, that's what we do here."

"Where would they keep it?"

"In the warehouses at the port above us."

"Above us?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, we have our own little spaceport; they've also got lots of warehouse space left from when the place was set up," she went on. "It's where all the old junk gets sent, we've got tonnes of clothes and things stored up there."

Out on the surface would be good enough for me, I could find new rocks to bash, and steal some cutlery to carve it with.

"Any chance of getting out on the surface and grabbing a rock or two to practice my sculpting on, I'm dying of boredom in that room all day," I asked, putting a bit of pleading into my voice.

"I'll see what I can do," she replied.

I honestly didn't expect much, even if I got a few rocks delivered it'd be something. What I did get was a trip topsides for the next day, Jant came excitedly to tell me a half hour before the evening meal, rushing across to the side of the bed with a big grin on her face.

"We'll be accompanied by guards but you can have an hour or so and use a grav sled to retrieve the thingies from the warehouse," she explained further.

The news perked me up, thinking of the two pieces I'd already started, the small carving of an Opther, a cat sized predator that we'd displaced on our planet, I had it sat on its haunches with one claw lifted to gingerly smack out at you.

The news pleased her as well, she seemed excited at our little adventure.

"Do you know why the sky turns that funny colour purple when the sun sets?" she asked.

"No, I don't, do you?"

She got onto the bed as she answered, moving me across then lying with her head on my tummy.

"No, I was just asking, one of the girls was wondering about it, she watched it on the live cam."

"I think it's a pretty natural event, it happened on my planet as well."

"I grew up on a space station, where ever you ran you'd end up in the same place, our sky was a great orb in an abundance of glittering stars. I used to hide in an obs bubble as a child, watching it hanging there as the shutters came down when we spun from sunside."

I wondered about her background, she was a hard girl to figure. She seemed intelligent but acted as if she was dumber, I wondered what had made her afraid of herself.

I sat and waited as she finished, hoping the she would carry on. 

As she lay facing me my hand was gently combing through her hair, stretching it out over my side. My other was almost absentmindedly stroking her wrist.

In the silence she carried on.

"I've rarely ever seen a sunrise or sunset, that's one of the reasons I'm here on the planet, I wanted to feel solid earth under my feet, see sky above me. Some hope stuck this far underground."

I could commiserate with her on that, at least back in my quarters we had an outside door, though its real purpose was a fire exit it I'd used it on my small sorties outdoors.

"When does this walkabout happen then?" I asked, as she wriggled to get her lower arm out and laid it across my chest.

"Oh, after breakfast tomorrow," she replied, wriggling herself further to reposition her head in my lap, my cock starting its thickening rise pinned beneath her ear.

I knew where this was going and knew we were going to be late for our evening meal.

True to my expectations she moved her head further down and brought her hands to my button and zipper, undoing them smoothly to release the waiting surging cock inside. She grasped it high up and bent her head in to lick around the base, swirling her tongue around in the mass of my pubes.

Her hand gripped me as she worked her tongue over my sac and flicking it up the shaft. I reached my hand to cover hers and started to stroke up and down slowly. I could feel the side of her finger just reach the rim of my crown before I pushed it down again.

She rolled herself over on me, using her free hand to push herself up, then let herself down, softly letting her lips slide over and encompass my head, the soft silkiness caressing around it as she twirled her tongue to skim over it.

She opened her hand and I released it, only to find she moved it lower and was increasing the pace. I felt so really pleased, the thrill that she was giving me had me pressed back against the pillow trying to hold my hips still.

Her hand held me tightly, moving the skin up and down as her head started bobbing sucking on my helmet, my ecstasy went up a notch. As her mouth took more, her hand found the dribbles, and began to slide as she eased the pressure of her grip.

My hips arched towards her and the hand released me as she fucked me in earnest, her hair brushing over my body as she dipped, the damp rats tails sliding over my balls. The ball of fire in my groin was urging release as it swelled, tightening my sac as my head twisted and thrashed about on the pillow.

"I'm coming," I grunted with my short breath.

Her hand flew back to continue the stroking as she pursed her lips to suck on my seed.

My breath hissed out of me as the stream erupted, the surge of pleasure burned through my body as my hips jerked, then jerked again as the second stream pumped into her mouth. I felt her teeth nip as she swallowed and a third one filled her again.

I was spent, with the fourth a mere dribble, the ripples of pleasure was subsiding as she worked her lips over my head, it was still super sensitive and another thrill jolted my body, making me shiver. 

I reached my hand down and took her arm, she reluctantly let my cock slip as I drew her up to me, she turning to cover me as I pulled her close enough to kiss. She gave me the briefest kiss before moving to press her head alongside mine, her arms snaking under my shoulders to hug me.

I lay there feeling 'top of the world' nice, the sexual glow and the beautiful woman in my arms was enough to satisfy any man. It didn't last long enough though, within minutes she was stirring, rolling to the side of me.

She put her hand down and tucked my cock back in, then zipped me back up.

"Remember where we were for after," she said, turning to grin at me. "Let's get something to eat, that entrée has made me even hungrier."

She rolled off and I buttoned up and followed, walking quietly beside her as we traced the route to the mess hall. 

After the delicious meal and time to relax over coffees we made our silent way back. Over the meal we had talked about me and my reason for being here, my arguments with my parents who wanted me to teach at the city university and my reasoning for a wider experience.

When we got back I just wanted to lay back and relax.

"Jant." 

I turned to her as the door swished shut behind her. "What say you we just snuggle up and lay for a while?"

My hands were already unbuttoning my shirt.

She stopped and looked at me, watching as I pulled the shirt from my trousers.

"That's okay by me," she suddenly exclaimed, beginning to unbutton her white coat, the once great symbol of authority.

I sat on the side of the bed as I continued undressing, rolling back to get my trousers off. 

Jant was stepping out of her panties and already reaching for her clip on her bra as I sat back up. She shrugged her bra down her arms and let it drop on my legs, leaning forwards to follow it as she pushed me flat on my back again.

I let her fall on top of me and then pushed my knees up and round, turning us both to lie naturally. I turned her in my arms my cock already hardening and spooned her, letting my cock slide between her thighs.

I slid my arm under her neck, reaching and covering her breast, with the other moving up over her waist.

"Jant," I began.

Really I was talking for talking's sake, talking because there was someone real to talk to.

"Would you pose for me when we get my stuff back?"

"Would that be a nude model you'd be wanting?"

I laughed, I'd been envisioning a bust, head and possibly shoulders, I had a suitable chunk of rock that I'd picked because it jumped out of it.

"No, I just want to capture the beauty of your face and head," I replied, giving her a little squeeze.

"I've got a stone with your head in it," I continued. "You just need to sit and let me take a few measurements."

"What, you can make a statue of me!?" she said, twisting around in my arms to half face me.

"A passable one," I said in my defence, without declaring that that would take weeks to get it to the polishing phase of my creation.

"You're a sculptor and you work here?" she questioned me further, twisting to lay facing me.

"I bet you could make a good living at it the down in the Hub, there's a big market for art and craft goods" she came back at me. "That's where I'd like to go."

The Hub, the rich centre of our little spaced out civilisation. Earth, that pale blue dot sitting at the centre, home of the giga-trillionaires. Not for me, I preferred life in the slow lane, even if I had the money to join the club.

My university life was my favourite time, seven years was a good portion of my life and still very fresh in my life, I'd wanted to do five years or so to mature then I'd take up the offer to teach in the university back home.

In all honesty I'd been a bit naive in coming here, we only ever talked in lose terms about the kind of research I'd be doing, and I'd assumed that the close questioning about my thesis on running abnormality checks on bovine genome sequences meant I'd be working research on a cattle planet.

My stupidity was compounded by my situation, it didn't help to gatecrash the biggest secret on site.

"I'd pick Trantora, the scientific teaching planet," I said. "It's teaming with transients, you could hide out there."

"What would you do if you had money?" she asked.

We talked on about our fantasies, to her money was power and control, for my part I saw it as a means of unrestricted research. She was still curled up in my arms an hour later when I had to visit the toilet.

"Jant, do you want to move over a bit," I asked her. "I need to get up and ease myself."

"Time!" she commanded the house AI.

"Twenty thirty seven." Came the soft reply.

"Could you make me a cup of coffee while you're up," Jant requested.

"Yeh, no problem."

I took the kettle for a refill as I went.

Jant was sat on the edge of the bed stretching as I re-entered.

"Frank," she said through her yawn. "I was thinking."

I walked on over and plugged the kettle in.

"Yes," I prompted, turning to face her. She had let long seconds elapse and I filled the void.

"No, never mind, just some silly girlish thought."

"No, come on," I egged her.

"No, I'll tell you later," she insisted.

Her tone of voice said leave it alone, I dutifully passed over it.

As I stood by the kettle waiting she tried to tip toe over and then I felt her rubbing her hands over my back.

"Mm, that feels nice."

"You've got a nice body, a bit flabby you should work out more."

She put her arms around me, hugging me around the chest, I could feel the hard points of her nipples prodding my back.

"Careful now," I requested as I started to pour the water out.

"Umm," she said dreamily, letting her arms drift down to my waist.

My cock knew where this was going as well as I did, and was rising to meet the occasion. 

She slid her hands further, pushing her fingertips into my pubes, where her thumbs latched over my raising cock and held it letting both hands lock round it. 

"Come back to bed lover," she whispered in my ear.

I set the kettle back down and ran my hands down her arms, grasping her hands and stroking her thumbs with mine. I snuggled back into her, pushing her backwards towards the bed, she took the hint and backed us up to its edge.

She sat and I turned to her, freeing one of her hands as my fat cock waggled in her face, she needed no second invitation as she leant forward to kiss it. Her free hand was caressing my rump as her lips parted to allow my cock into her mouth.

The delicious feel of her soft warm tongue lapping over my head sent a shiver down my spine as her other hand joined the first in stroking over the smooth skin of my backside. I brought my hands to her shoulders as she sat there licking and slurping at my cock.

Her fingers gripped me lightly as she began to bob her head, taking it deep into her warm wet space with the sensuous pressure of her lips thrilling me as they flowed back and fore over the ridges and veins of my now rock hard cock.

Her hands slipped around to my hips as she leant back and let it slip from her mouth with a plop, leaving it standing fully erect as she lay back, her hands sliding down my thighs. I let my knees fold, my hands running down her body as it retreated, grasping her hips as I knelt on the floor.

I pulled her to me, leaning in as her butt slid to the edge of the bed, her legs widening as I homed in on the juicy soft slit opening in front of me. I looked at it, the shiny pink interior glistening as the aroma permeated my nostrils, her arousal evident with the glistening moisture coating it.

I drew my hands down slightly till my thumbs were brushing through her bushy pubes, letting my hot breath waft across her soft engorged lips. I'd teased her long enough and leant a little further till the tip of my tongue touched the opening of her vagina.

I felt the tiny jerk and the fractional thrust of her hips and pushed my tongue deeper, tasting her juices as my tongue began to circle her tunnel, feeling the silky texture as it slipped beneath my tongue.

I let my thumbs slip lower, either side of the plump outer lips, still brushing though the springy hair that covered it. Hearing her sigh, as I stroked and squeezed down the sides of her hooded clit. I flicked my tongue up, through the centre and gave her clit a quick caress, circling it once before returning my attention to the waiting hole below.

I continued playing, licking and lapping at the delicious feast in front of me, wanting to push her as near the edge as possible before I brought my cock into play. I let my thumbs slip further in till they were massaging the sides of her hood itself and down onto the shaft of her clit.

I flicked my tongue up again, scooping some of her juices and spreading it over her clit and my thumbs. I can feel her body tremble as my tongue descends through her splayed lips, sliding over the silky skin as my tongue stretched out to caress her clit.

She shuddered as I drew it down again, finding the rim and circling it, tasting her cum and breathing in the aroma. My thumbs continued their riding of her hood, gliding up to the tip of her nub as they stroked it.

The second shudder had brought with it a shortening of breath as she began to gasp. The thrusting of her hips was the moment to stop; my cock was to take the starring role. 

I lifted, stretching for one of her hands to guide it down to the nub, while my other grasped my shaft, guiding it over her slit to rub the head in her cum.

My cock slid in slow and easy, slipping down the silky dark tunnel, I leant forward, one hand holding me up as the other hand reached for her breast. My thumb, still coated in juices, descended to circle her nipple, feeling its firmness as I wobbled it around.

I rocked on my knees, my hips slapping hers as I measured my stroke, my hand now kneading her plump soft breast, her nipple hard in the palm of my hand. With my measure assured I began to fuck her in earnest, plunging my whole length back and fore with the vigour of my youth.

I continued at a moderate pace as she writhed under me, her head flicking around as her hips began to thrust against mine. I teased her, stopping for a few second to let her fuck me.

I was near cumming but she beat me, as her orgasm took hold I plunged deep inside her, feeling the waves of pleasure coursed down my cock as her lungs exploded in a screamed 'Ah'.

She continued shivering and panting as I started pumping again, wanting my own release, wondering if I'd last till she had her second. Her fingers, which had stilled, began to stir again. 

It didn't take me long, my sperm bursting out deep inside her as I rode the wave of pleasure. I jerked as a second and third spurt followed, fading on the forth half strength one.

My hand released its hold on her breast, falling to her side to hold me as I felt my knees wobble. I could hear her heart pounding as I lay my head on her shoulder, looking at her, watching her strain as she smiled down on me.




Clone Ch. 03



I lay gently on her, most of my weight on my elbows, recovering my breath. I could feel my softening cock being slowly inched out, waiting for the inevitable plop as it popped out. When it happened I pushed myself up onto my knees, pulling her legs closed whilst gazing at her engorged mound, the deep pink of her slit glistening in the centre.

I turned and lay, inching up close to the sexy creature besides me. I stretched my arm over her, my forearm lying in the valley as my hand grasped her shoulder. She rolled her head to me, I smiled then pouted my lips in a mock kiss. Rolling her body, she turned and slipped her arm round me as my arm slid around her neck.

I pulled her forward to marry our lips, letting them writhe together as our heads twisted, my hand on her crown buried deep in her hair. Our kiss gained tenderness as she pulled back till her lips brushed mine.

She started giving me little pecks, back and fore across, before she pulled away.

"Shall we get into bed, under the sheets?" she said, urging me upright.

I pushed myself up and forward, till my feet dangled to the floor then stood as she twisted off beside me to stand face to face, eye to eye.

"I need to sleep," she said softly, as she threw the covers back.

I clambered in alongside her, letting her spoon my back and hold on to my sticky cock.





Clone Ch. 01



First, credit to the Editor of this one: Finchly. This is a story that is a few years old, I thought I'd get it out the way before I begin publishing my newer ones. The ending leaves the door open to a sequel which will, in all probability, never get written.

*****

Android.

A change of circumstances

I know why I was recruited, and it wasn't only my academic record they looked at. The fact that I was single with distant family attachments played a part. They were looking for someone in my discipline, a Nanogenetisist, to run a small outworld breeding program.

I had presumed that it was in the field of fast growing food animals, like an egg to a fully formed chicken in a matter of weeks. My particular research for my PhD had been in bovine studies, from calf to cow in a matter of months.

We grew them in artificial uteruses, then in stalls. Yes I know it sounds like the old factory farming of the twentieth century but it was a lot more humane. On our new world outpost we also grew their natural foodstuffs, and made sure that they were exercised.

My job was at the sharp end, meat was a luxury product, naturally grown meat that is. You could grow muscle tissue in vats, even stimulate it to mimic exercise, but you couldn't beat the flavour of real beef. My job was to ensure the genetics produced the optimum flavour, a kind of quality control.

My first big surprise was when we transferred to the orbital station, the planet was classed as earth normal, with some 102% gravity and a 10 to 30 centigrade temperature gradient. The surprise was that it had primitive humanoid inhabitants.

Legally speaking, according to the interplanetary charter, this planet should have been quarantined. Any potential intelligence was supposed to be isolated and studied, that was only the first rule that was being broken, alongside the meat production was a breeding project for androids.

Androids, the sex slaves and harems of the super rich, had been outlawed since it became possible to create them in the twenty first century. Yet here was a covert program that I was expected to join and even improve. Genetic constructs made to order.

My options were severely limited, once I'd popped out of the wormhole this was all company controlled space. I'd been here a week before my introduction to the secret side of the operation, my skills tested in the normal side with the food animals first.

I'm sorry now that I tried so hard to impress that first week, otherwise I might never have known and my life could have retained some semblance of normality. As it was I was tumbled helter skelter into the most bizarre world I could imagine.

-oo00oo-

"Frank, let me be the first to welcome you," my new boss, Maery, said.

"Thanks. It's not what I expected when I signed up, but now that I'm here you'll have no complaints," I replied, I was between Scylla & Charybdis, I'd give them my best effort for the sake of my own skin.

"I'm sure we'll get along fine, Dani thinks you have some originality to your thoughts and approach, something you'll find rewarding over here." 

Dani, the guy who recruited me all those weeks ago, I'd like to get back to Araphis, my home world and meet him again. He'd have a different opinion of me after he got out of hospital.

"Now," she continued, "you can have the day to move your stuff over here, and I'd like to see you in my office in the morning."

With that she looked down at the papers on her desk, effectively dismissing me. I turned and waited for the door to dilate before exiting to return to my former living quarters. 

Here I gathered up the belongings I'd just a week ago unpacked and loaded them up on a grav trolley for the long journey back. At least my new quarters were larger with more luxurious fittings.

My evening meal in the executive dining room brought me a number of introductions, there were a mixture of scientists like me and a smattering of senior managers. It was the scientists who welcomed me into their midst. 

One in particular who was to be my lab mate and mentor, who came and ate her meal with me. She was a redhead, probably in her thirties some ten years older than me. Though she didn't state it out loud she seemed to sympathise with me.

"So, you're the new recruit to our exclusive little club, I'm the one you're working with, Shelia. I've got to show you the ropes over the next few days," was how she introduced herself.

"You'll get to know the layout of the place in no time," she went on.

"So," I asked. "What's this place like to live in?"

"It isn't so bad. Yes we are rather isolated but it has its advantages as well, we have real food, no synthetics, all the latest entertainment, and you'll be very rich in twenty years time," she explained.

With a day to contemplate my situation I was resigned to being here all my working life, trapped until I'd outlived my usefulness, I'd signed on for two extendable to five. I would be the prodigal son if my parents were still alive. If I was to be freed in twenty years then that was at least something to look forwards to.

"You'll get a little estate on Raynard's world, a country house and an acre or so of the most sought after real estate in the galaxy," she went on. "And you'll get to design your own android to take with you."

That brought the subject of sex to my mind, I wondered if she was sleeping with anyone. Over in the other place we had access to a, well I suppose it was a brothel, it was a bar with a lot of hostesses, I would like to have a more permanent relationship, something one to one.

"So," I asked her. "What exactly goes on over here, I mean I know the basics, but are we expected to design for facial features and body morphology?"

"Oh, that part is already standardised, as well as skin tone, height and hair and eye colour. We're researching subtle variations such as nipple size and labias. You'll see when I show you the notes."

"Ah, so I will get a chance of original research then."

"Yes, we do a lot of research here. You see that one with the blond hair over there." She turned and nodded towards a guy in his late twenties. "He's just formulated a better distillation of Co-Prodmial. The drug extract from Zeang Fu that modifies the action of PKMzeta."

The drug that all students wanted to get their hands on, it switched off your normal memory and allowed you to write information directly into the brain. Great for learning, you could program an entire encyclopaedia into your mind, but if you got the input or dose wrong you could lose your own identity. 

"His friend next to him, Dr Bremner. He's made a breakthrough in reprogramming behavioural responses; you can use it to teach an old dog new tricks."

It would also be very useful in teaching the androids. 

"Professor Graham over there, he's from behavioural sciences, his electro-encephalographic lab can make a personality into a pure submissive or an animalistic lover. It's amazing how he can fine tune a person's characteristics into Doms or subs."

They seemed to have the complete setup here, you wanted it you could have it, from zygote to finished product in two years. In the wrong hands this technology could make you a super soldier as well. I'd bet that was also happening somewhere, producing the ultimate bodyguard.

My routine was established the next day. I was taken by Shelia from the lab and into the production unit, I got the grand tour. The natives did all the labouring, they were cheaper than automations, there were humans in the low level jobs where understanding as well as rule following was needed.

The tour ended at the last stage, it was a revealing look at the security of the place as well, they coped well with the privacy laws. Your company tag, melded to your wrist was all that was normally monitored.

At the borders of each domain was a physical check, a simple scan of the capillaries in the eyeball, and a body scan. This last stage, the one when they were first brought to awareness, was the most secure of all.

It was here we took the raw data for our research. The DNA, and the physiological examination, via 3D holographic and contour plotting. 

This could have been automated again, but what the hell, it got me out and about. I wondered also when the next 'recruit' would replace me. With only two or three 'bodies' to scan per batch it wasn't very onerous, just a time waster.

My ostensible job was to research the data correlated by a mainframe, comparing the genetics flagged with the physical characteristics of the labia minor, I was destined to become an expert on the female genitals.

My colleague Shelia was working on nipples, as a female she was probable immune to them, I was going to become immune to pussies, except the aesthetically pleasing ones I hoped.

My first days were the establishing of a routine that framed my life, from work to some sort of entertainment. I even took a stroll outside, the day length was an amazing sixteen hours, where we were sited was in the lee of a valley between chalk like hills. 

One shear edge of cliff backed the complex with the bulk of it buried into the chalk face, around us were scattered blocks quarried out. I found that it carved quite easily. I had sculpted with gypsum, this wasn't as silky soft but it was a fair substitute.

I now had something else to do besides inhabit the bar, or play in the games room. Twenty years from now someone would inherit a whole load of carved rock.

My routine became routine, my first hours were exercise, then the occasional boring hour of data collection, then studying pussies and piecing together DNA sequences that average the different types, across a range of sites.

It was educated guessing but the inferences grew sharper, adding more refinement to the model held in the mainframe. It was research with a small 'R'.

My white coat singled me out, the humans wore yellow and the natives orange. At the sight of my coat men found work elsewhere leaving only the supervised 'Thals, to whom I was as a ghost.

I went to the bar quite frequently, it was the pick-up place, here you found the company girls and guys paid to entertain us. 

I sampled one or two but it was too much the mechanical side and the sexual thrill. I wanted more; I was greedy for the emotional satisfaction that comes with sexual bonding. So far it'd been vanilla.

I was on my way to take one of those occasional tests, way up into the heart of the cavern, walking through the corridors, almost up into birthing, when I was shocked to see a supervisor beating a native 'Thal, standing next to him was the creature's overseer. Both had canes in their hands but only the supervisor was beating the poor sod.

I moved to intervene, catching the man's arm as I came up behind him.

"What the fuck..."

He turned and saw me, and saw the white coat.

He wrenched his arm from my grasp.

"I'll have those canes, thank you!" I held out my hand, the overseer put his there straight away, I played eye games with the supervisor till he blinked and reluctantly handed his over.

"What are you doing?"

"We're teaching this 'Thal how to load properly."

"By beating it half to death? That's not the way, at least not on my watch."

They were grumbling under their breath as I took the canes, knowing they were in the wrong but resenting my interference.

I tucked the canes under my arm and went on to the initial processing section, where I would take my daily tests and photo's. Yep, I've probably made an enemy in that bully, he was a sadist and a man to watch

I never saw anyone much in the birthing room, where I did my tests, their chemically induced 'sleep' was terminated slowly so that they just awoke with blank minds. 

When the life monitors registered their awareness the trolley would automatically trundle them off to the next stage, and an empty one would replace it to receive the next delivery.

ooO0Ooo

I was awake, my eyes wouldn't focus so the room around me was like some impressionist painting, blobs of colour and light, the voices didn't make much sense either.

"Those idiots have done it again," she complained.

"Done what?" Another female voice answered.

"There's no ID on this one," came her voice again.

"Shall I get onto prebirth and-."

"No," she cut in. "You don't want another inquiry like last time, we'll sort him out an identity here, this was probably one of Melanie's last favours, we can keep it as a pet, maybe relieve some stress at the same time, eh."

I felt the trolley start rolling, the view overhead blurring as I was wheeled through a set of doors.

"Marrie, put this one through the 'gigolo' program, I need to sort out some documentation for him, he's one of Melanie's little projects, the last one I hope."

"Okay Jant, give me a mo," a new voice replied.

Things went quiet for a minute or so then the trolley moved again. My sight was coming back, I could make out the equipment around me, I was being backed into a bay. A pretty redhead came around to the side of me.

I could see her wielding the hypo gun, doing a quick swab of my arm before giving me the spray injection. The sudden cold spot on my arm jolted me, had I muscle control I would have jerked away but even turning my eyes was a struggle.

I saw her go behind me again, then the buzz started and I felt the cold head of the shaver travelling across my head, which gave my brain a jolt, she was shaving me prior to programming me. The rubber helmet in my peripheral vision would impose a new personality on me.

I began the fight to control my arms or legs or more importantly my vocal cords to stop the process, I suddenly knew what the shot she'd just given me was for, it was the learning drug, in preparation for the new me she would program in, it would chemically suppress my own memories. 

When it was done to eradicate 'deviant' personalities they at least had their original one wiped first, I would be co-hosting mine, if I survived the process that is.

It wasn't set to print over mine, so it loaded it up besides mine, making it the dominant one as it rerouted control of my body over. I huddled in the corner, fighting the effects that were stripping me of my memory, steadily ebbing away from me as my brain was flooded by the learning drug. 

My mind was a churning chaos as she lowered and fitted the helmet on me; I slipped back into the darkness as I felt the tingle start on my scalp.

ooO0Ooo

Awareness seeped back to me, from my corner of my mind I looked out into a different world, 

The subservient mindset of an inferior was implanted, along with an urge to serve them sexually, serve and please them when they desired it. He was programmed to answer to my mistress first and others if commanded. 

I was now resigned to undergoing the whole process of learning, my realisation that I was programmed and brainwashed into becoming a houseboy, a sex slave, a plaything focused on pleasing my mistress's every wish and desire.

With my personality set and a limited knowledge of social behaviour I was sent to the next stage, interacting with other androids. There were both female and male all naked accepting the white coated one who took me in there.

She turned me to face her. "I am your mistress, you will obey me and any other in a white coat." She commanded in a crisp voice.

The programming was triggered, my significant other responded as cued. "Mistress, may I serve you?"

"Yes, you may wait here on my command, know the ones around you, they are your new companions."

With that she left.

My companions, her other servants, were just sat around in a selection of chairs. No one was doing very much. Mine host in charge had nothing to say and simply sat down, awaiting his next command.

I/we sat and then ate and then were sent to sleep, filing into a barracks like room fill with bunk beds. They turned taking the first available bed, my alter ego followed suit. Pulling the thin blanket over himself and curling up, falling asleep quite quickly.

As soon as he slept I tried to move my limbs, I concentrated on one of my hands, willing it to make a fist. My fingers bent then I felt them freeze, I tried my eyelids and could make them flutter in my attempt to open them. It became plain I was just along for the ride if breaking free was impossible.

Ghostly whispers from my limbs woke me as my alter ego was getting out of bed, yesterday's slight feeling of bewilderment was gone. I felt the hunger in our belly, his arousal at the naked girl clambering down from the top bunk, his confusion at his needs for sexual intimacy without permission to proceed.

His hand reached out to her waist as she descended the last few steps.

"Thank you," she said as she put both feet on solid ground.

"You're welcome," he replied, releasing her and offering his hand. "Can I take you to breakfast?"

She giggled, putting her hand to cover her mouth. "I guess so."

He walked hand in hand with her to the 'day room' where the same hatch in the wall was disgorging trays of food onto a conveyor. He took one and accompanied the girl to a table, besides wanting to be with her and the need to have sex he was lost, he could only talk about the food in front of him, thoughts of the decor, the lighting, the people round them.

My mind was a blank, I had all my reasoning ability, but nothing to reason with, every event played out in front of me was like a scene from a film. But I couldn't unravel the plot, things made sense but I didn't know why, even the name Beckett, which flew by from nowhere held a distant familiarity.

My alter ego was making small talk with the girl, eating the tasteless processed pap that I would scorn. More sourceless knowledge that filtered through, it was like a word on the tip of your tongue, the harder you thought the further away the answer.

"Attention."

We looked round, although the sound had come from speakers in the wall, attention focused on the woman in the white coat the stood by the wide screen display.

"Right boys and girls, you may be a little confused, wondering what's happening. Well we are going to give you your memories back; you were exposed to a drug that temporarily suppressed your mind. You will all be undergoing further medical procedures and then we'll be doing a few tests to see that your functioning perfectly again and then you can go home and restart your lives.

I knew she was lying, I knew that they were going to have false memories implanted, memories that were designed in consultation with the new master or mistress, was this to be my fate? I could only hope that it wasn't forever, I needed to find my true memories. A sex toy grows old quick when the next is only a matter of money.

They came for us one or two at a time, I was next to the only one left at the end, the woman who came for the last look took me with her as well.

"We can't leave you behind," she murmured to herself.

She took me with the other guy who was left, leaving me standing just inside the door. It was ten minutes or so till she came back.

She took my arm and led me over and out into a lounge on the other side.

"Janna, what do we do with the 'M' one? There's no profile for it, Jant wants to keep it as 'stock'."

"He's not an it, he might lack a functioning mind but he's as human as you or me," came the admonishing voice. "Leave him here and get onto Jant and tell her to come sort it out, you can put him down as a test model for the moment. Seeing as she was stupid enough to put him into the system, she can deal with him. Officially I know nothing about him, okay?"

She sat me down.

"There's coffee and snacks over there if you want it," she informed me. "You can put the vid on if you want."

She left me, exiting through the door back the way we came. I looked round, Janna had disappeared as well. Sat alone in the comfort of the lounge I felt my alter ego's boredom level rise, as it did I tried subtly to move his hand, edging it towards the remote on the cushion next to him. When it was near enough I sent a sudden surge and pressed the on button.




Clone Ch. 01



He gave no thought to his twitching hand but instead looked in wonder at the vista on the screen, a downhill skiing competition, we watched as several of the competitors wove they're way down the course.

The door opened and a girl was led in. I saw the white coat lift her arm and point at something over my shoulder; I looked and saw the refreshments still laid out. By the time I looked back she was walking towards me, her nude form generating excitement and arousal in my body.

"Hi, I'm Ange," she greeted me. "Would you like to go for a coffee?"

My body eased out of the chair, standing and putting a hand to her waist.

"Yes, thank you. Do you take sugar and cream?"

"Just with a little cream thanks," she replied.

I walked her over and she stood next to me as I made coffee for both of us.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The fleeting thought brought a name to my lips, "Fra." But it was gone before full comprehension grasped it.

"Fra," she giggled. "That's a nice name."

My mind jumped, I had actually said the word, my confused host didn't have one and had accepted mine instead.

"Shall we sit down?" she asked.

My alter ego was mentally sizing her body, nice handfuls of breasts, with small faintish pink areoles and pert little buds for nipples. Another word flicked through my brain, "Shel..." it was gone too quick to catch but it provided more hope that the memory was there to find if the stimulus was right. 

"Look how big it's got thinking about you, touch it feel how hard it is," he encouraged her.

He was sitting next to her now, half turned towards her and holding her hand in her lap. He opened his legs wider as he guided her hand towards my cock.

She gave another of those silly giggles. "Can I taste it as well; it looks so big and juicy?"

He stopped and released her hand. "If I can taste yours as well."

She stood as I brought my legs up and lay down along the length of the sofa, head resting on a cushion and the arm.

She swivelled on one leg, placing the other over my far shoulder and bent forward to grasp my thighs. As she settled she brought her other leg up and pushed her pussy into my face. I brought my arms up around her thighs and buried my tongue into her sweet folds.

My cock was throbbing as she licked and sucked at my bell end. I was franticly licking at the juices flowing from her hunny hole, my tongue lapping in and around it. I'd had another flash looking at her pussy, it looked so familiar for a split second.

I was licking still at her hole and lips when she shivered, the first tremors of her building orgasm. I turned my attention to her clit, letting my tongue circle it before pushing my lips in and squeezing it. She jerked and I held on, fluttering my tongue over the tip as her movements got stronger.

She was wanking me furiously as just my head rested in her mouth, I could feel her hot panting breath flowing round it. As I nibbled at it with my teeth she let out a little screamed "Yes!" Her body shivering as her mouth closed to squeeze my helmet with teeth.

I felt my sac tighten as the ball of pleasure building in my groin exploded, shooting my first load into her waiting mouth. She in turn started bucking and her legs tightened round my head and her back arched. I felt her cum flooding onto my nose and cheeks as I gulped for air, my lungs catching it as I had a coughing fit.

She slid to her knees beside me, her chest and breasts splattered with my cum.

"Fra, are you okay?" concern showing in her voice.

Back in the corner of my mind I was almost laughing, but then I'd not anticipated a squirter either.

Still coughing and spluttering he managed to reassure her. "I'm alright, went down the wrong way."

She started her giggle again, then as she looked at him.

"You've gone all red in the face."

She started a real laugh.

As she quickly subsided she leant forward and scooped up the few drops of cum that had dripped from her boobs to my belly, licking it off her fingers.

"Do I taste nice as well?" she asked.

Her taste had been delicious, sweet and creamy to my tongue, genetically engineered to be enticing.

"Yes, I liked it, do you want to do it again?"

My alter ego was a glutton it seemed.

"No, you can fuck me this time if you will."

He turned and put his legs over the side if the seat.

"Yes, I would like to do that."

She looked at my little diminished cock.

"Can you make it hard again?"

He looked down.

"It'll get hard again if you suck it."

She started to lean in...

"What are you two doing!" the voice was loud in my ear.

Ange looked up over my shoulder.

"Go and take a shower," the voice commanded.

I turned and looked over my shoulder as Ange stood.

"You," Jant said, "you can go and get cleaned up too."

"Jant." A voice floated through the door.

"I'm coming," she replied.

"Sit here and wait for me," she commanded.

And with that she was off away, the new girl she'd brought in wandered over.

"Hi, I'm Mag," she said timidly.

"I'm Fra," I replied. "Would you like a coffee?"

"Oh, yes, that would be lovely."

I stood, his mind forced me down again. His command was to sit and wait, I couldn't get out of the seat.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "My mistress has ordered me to sit here."

Her face showed a flicker of concern.

"That's alright, I'll go and help myself, can I get you one as well?"

While she was gone an Afro Asian guy was escorted in, he walked over to join Mag at the refreshment table. I turned my head to watch him, his cock was bouncing between his legs as he walked, it would be at least ten inches erect, his thighs and hips said pure fucking machine. 

I saw Meg's eyes widen as she noticed it and watched his cock grow as he took in her body as she faced him, my cock twitched as my alter ego assessed her. She had large boobs, at least 36DD, was a slim waisted five feet four with hips and legs to drool over.

As I watched she reached out and started caressing his cock, then went to her knees and started sucking him. I felt my cock responding as well, looking more than half erect as I looked down on it.

The next one in was another girl, looking Nordic with her shock of blonde hair, she had large firm breasts as well, smaller than the second but up at a 36 D at least, she was five seven and had amazing blue eyes. She was well muscled and looked like a swimmer, trim and shapely.

She made a bee line over and sat next to me. 

"Hi, I'm Ast."

"I'm Fra," I replied.

She looked at my surging cock.

"Lie down while I fuck you," she ordered.

"I can't, my mistress bade me sit here till she returns."

"You will lie down," she commanded. That seemed to override his previous orders for he stood and proceeded to lie on the floor. She stood astride him and lowered herself down. Grasping my cock she rubbed it between her already wet lips and slipped it inside her, she inched down slowly, pushing and easing till I was fully buried inside her.

I felt the thrill running down my cock as her tight hunny pot slipped down onto me, then when she started to ride me the thrill began to build. I leant forward and reached for her pussy, my finger finding her swollen nub easily.

With her bouncing and me rubbing her clit she started shouting.

"Fuck, fuck, this is nice, your prick fills me up inside." 

I watched as her face contorted and her breathing got more ragged.

"Oh you're the best fuck I've had," she continued, through the huffs and puffs of her laboured gasps.

She started jerking and then her body tightened and shook. I felt the delicious pressure as the spasms clutched my throbbing cock, her weight forcing her down on it. Gradually the tension left her and she relaxed down onto me, her breasts firm against my chest and her beating heart echoing mine.

My cock was still hard inside her as I looked up.

"Have you finished with him? 'Cause I'm next."

It was Ange above me, pulling at the shoulders of the blonde.She rolled off me, with Ange taking her place.

She bent and took my cock as she swung her leg to straddle me, letting it slide straight in as she guided it.

"I nearly frigged myself in the shower thinking of this," she said, as she started with slow strokes. She was soon speeding up, I felt a long way from my orgasm as she propelled herself to her next one, sliding on my cock by bare inches as her perspiration made her glow.

The ecstasy showed on her face as it blossomed in her, her hunny hole seizing my cock and squeezing thrills out as reward. Her sobs became panting as she looked down at me.

"I'm good to go again," she announced, as she started with a slow stroke again.

The feeling of the thrill again was setting my pot bubbling, fingers of pleasure reaching out to send tingles through my body. After a bare few strokes my hips started their dance, thrusting against her as my sac tightened.

The thrill ran deep inside me as my seed spurted inside her, my cock pumping three loads more before I was spent. 

She leant forward as she bent to kiss me, my cock slipping out as she gave me a passionate tonguing, twirling her tongue round mine in an erotic waltz. 

"That was nice," she whispered in my ear.

I lay a minute with her, while around me an orgy was in progress; I could hear the grunting and soft screams of pleasure from half a dozen sources. Eventually she stirred from atop and lay by my side, I took the opportunity to crane my neck and scan my surroundings.

Over by the door sat two white coats waiting, chatting unconcernedly as before them were couples copulated left right and centre.

Ange stirred beside me, sitting up and looking around, she looked at the single guy stood by the hatch, then looked at my deflated cock.

"He looks lonely, I'm going to talk to him," she told me.

In my corner I felt relief as he sat back up on the seat; he was relieved as he fell back into compliance with the mistress' orders. I willed him to stand again, to go and get something to eat, during all that sex the tummy had been signalling for more energy, food to fill it to replenish my reserves and build my stamina.

He stood slowly, me riding parallel and forcing my muscles to obey. At the table I chose a couple of the veggie sausages, spearing them with the cocktail sticks and stacking them between my knuckles, as I leant for a roll I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to look.

A mischievous face, framed by red hair and finely freckled was sucking the end of one of my delicacies, working it in and out with a wide eyed come hither look.

My cock twitched but it got sore as it swelled. She was then down on her knees in front of me, grasping it and licking the head, the pleasure mixed with pain as the ache grew. I dropped the food back down on the table, reaching to still her head.

She released me and looked up.

"It's not ready yet," I told her. "Let me lick yours instead."

She twisted her legs round and lay back, knees splayed and pussy waiting.

I fell to my knees, bending forward to nuzzle at the fine red hair that covered her clit. She gasped immediately I made contact, her hips pushing into me as I started flicking at it. I brought my arm round, my fingers finding her wet waiting hunny pot, searching out for the elusive G spot.

I was bringing her to her second orgasm when the loudspeaker blared again.

"Attention." Came a soft female voice. "Please return to your seats."

The red head under me stirred, giving me just enough time to snatch my head away, before rolling to her knees to comply. I followed her, regaining the original seat with Ange next to me.

"As we call out your names please come forward." The voice commanded.

I sat and waited as by ones and twos the room emptied, leaving me the sole occupant as the white coats escorted the last one away.

I waited perhaps a half hour, helping myself to the buffet and getting another cup of coffee.

"Fra, you call yourself."

The voice startled me, my alter ego had been absorbed in the flickering screen before him and I was probing my recognition and flashes of memory. Thinking about the fanny again it became vivid before me, there on a smaller screen than the one I was watching.

"You perform well," she went on. "I was watching your performance with the two of them, I can see I made the right choice."

By this time she was standing in front of me, I recognised her as Jant, she was looking at me with the greenest eyes I'd seen. A fragment of memory unfolded and I saw a classroom, the teacher standing at the front with green eyes as well.

Her dark hair fell forward like a curtain as she bent and took my cock in her hand. It immediately responded, starting to grow firm and thick, rising and taking her hand with it.

"The dose of Dr. Bremner's potion I gave you is working then I see," she said with delight in her voice.

She stood back up.

"Come, follow me to your room," she said with a broad smile on her face.

I followed her out and into a corridor where she led me to a door.

"Here's your new home for the moment, I'll be back shortly to give you instructions," she informed me.

I was left to look around the room, there was an attached shower and toilet and a wardrobe with sets of pyjamas and robes in it. The bed was a double with a deep soft mattress and a bright duvet, with three sets of pillows laid out along the headboard.

I went and sat, then lay on the bed, waiting for the mistress to come back. An hour or more passed with me continuing to poke at the fragments, I turned 'Shel' into Sheila, and had a half image of a red head, blurred with the one I'd encountered earlier, but without freckles.

"You need a shower," she said as she entered. "You can wash me as well."

I got up from the bed, but she put her hand up to stop me.

She stood in front of me and began to undress, under her white coat she wore only bra and panties, with her coat off she turned and gave me her back.

"Undo my bra," her voice was suggestive but to my alter ego it was a command.

As she shucked her bra she turned again.

"Now my panties."

I slipped my thumbs in the waistband and started to slide them down, as I crouched before her I could see the wet patch and smell her aroma. Her heady perfume fully hardening my cock and for a moment the desire to bend in and lap at the newly revealed glistening lips was strong. 

She lifted her feet out as I dragged them to her ankles, opening her legs wider and letting me see fully her plump aroused lips curling out like some dark forest butterfly with the inner slit of pink as the body.

My cock was throbbing with the need to take her and fill that wet warm pussy with it's length. Instead she backed away turning.

"Come on then," came her soft voice, and I followed to the shower.

She turned the water on as I entered behind, turning a three sixty to wet her body, her chocolate skin gleamed as the water streamed down it, her long black hair shaped to a helmet with the drenching spray.

I watched her round firm breasts as they swayed with her turn, the near jet black nipples standing firm and proud in the dark circle of her areole, I could feel my alter ego's desire, near matched by my own, to suckle and caress these lush brown coconuts so temptingly dangled in reach.

She handed me the shower gel.

"Start with my back?" she asked.

I started at the shoulders after first flicking her hair to the front, she lifted her arms for me to do the sides, my fingers strayed far enough to find the rise of her mounds but no further. Her ass I soaped with gentle sensual strokes, the circles getting larger till my thumbs traced down the valley of her cheeks and brushed her rosebud.

Her breathing quickened and her legs widened as I pushed a soapy hand down and over her pussy, on the second pass I let my finger trail though, the third pass saw it linger on her clit. 

"Ah... ah," she reacted. 

She leant forward, hands on the wall.

"Put your cock in, come on, fuck me now and pound my ass red." Her head dipped further with her pussy wide and waiting.

I grasped my cock at the head and slid it into the warm welcoming darkness of her hunny pot, easing it further as she strained to take it all at once.

"Yes," she cried. "Come on give me all that you've got."

I was fully in my hips pressing on her cheeks.

"Now fuck me, fill me with cream," she half shouted.

I began my strokes, picking up the pace as her squeals and 'Oh's' grew doubly voluminous. She took but a few minutes till she was cresting the waves of tingly warmth that washed through her, giving me seconds to catch my breath as I held her hips against me when her knees trembled.

Even before she caught her breath I was going again, my cock now sensitised for my own orgasm from the growing tingling ball in my groin. I drove hard and fast, slapping our bodies together, her cries of joy at the coming of her second orgasm was helping bring mine with it.

As she stiffened and screamed my first load filled her, my hand snaked round her waist to pull her to me as the second and third surges of seed followed.

Then we were quiet, stilled except for the ragged breaths that we both took as the bliss of sexual satisfaction settled over us. The spray of the shower was beating down on my back as I lay against her, washing down over my ass and running from my balls, soothing them with its gentle warmth.

All too soon it was ended as she stirred beneath me. I ran my hands up to her breasts as she straightened, she pulled them away. She spun to face me and brushed my lips with hers.

"Save that till next time, I've got to get back to work," she said softly.

Then she ducked my arms and was over to the rail for a towel. She dried herself as she walked into the bedroom, surprising me by opening a cupboard in the wall that I'd not found, and twenty minutes later she was bidding me adieu. In an hour or so she was back.

"Fra, come, put your pyjamas and robe on" she said. "It's time to eat, let me show you to the refectory."

She took me down the corridor and to the right at the junction, five steps further was a double door.

The refectory was a smart modern restaurant, as well as the tables there was an area set aside with lounge chairs and coffee tables, instead of the conveyor there were class three robots serving, a holo of a jazz quartet was playing over in the corner.

Around me were the other droids of my group, the blonde and the redhead I could see but Ange eluded me.

I chose an empty table and sat, within seconds a bot was at my elbow.

"Your menu sir," it announced itself.

I took the proffered card.

"If I may recommend sir, the tenderloin is particularly good tonight."

I glanced at the menu to see what else was on offer.

"Lobster," I proclaimed. "With salad and buttered potatoes." 

My mind did a flip again, as soon as my eyes had parsed the item it was out of my mouth, I salivated at the image of the pink flesh. Then it was gone again, closed like a curtain in the middle of a scene.

The bot had trundled off when I looked round, in a strange way it felt both new and familiar, an inverse déjà vu. 

My meal took five minutes, I relaxed and listened to the muzac, probing round this strange nugget of memory, a random piece with no context. Lobsters were tank bred now, genetically modified like all our food. Yet there was that link to the sea that came through, could even be a book I'd read.

The lobster was superb, still in its shell so not possibly faked. As I was served I asked for wine as well and got a half bottle as I was part way through.

Stomach filled I idled over to the coffee and took a cup into the lounge. I sat and pondered some more in the plush surroundings.

"Hi," the blonde plonked herself next to me. "Were having a party later, will you come?"




Clone Ch. 01



"Yes, if I'm free," I replied.

Her gown was vee'd to the belt, giving new meaning to the term 'neck line' as in 'plunging'. The diaphanous material under it showed the swell of her breasts, under my robe my cock began to stiffen again.

She flitted off to another table, leaving me with a growing hard on. Looking around people were in little knots, hunched round the low tables. Little did they know of their future, the property of some master or mistress be they kind or cruel.

My body was largely under my control, my alter ego not disputing my command excepting a twinge or two when a command was given. I hadn't tried to exercise my voice explicitly yet, whoever bundled me in here might still be observing, here was safe and cosy. 

I wondered who I was on the outside, the events that saw me here, the people who had done it to me. The most important thing to me was recovering my memory. After that it'd be a whole new ball game.

One of the white coats stepped in front of me.

"Fra?" she questioned.

"Yes," I answered.

"Back to your room," she ordered.

She followed me back, walking into the room behind me and starting to undress immediately slipping her coat of to reveal her corseted figure; she had no panties and sported a thin, untrimmed landing strip.

She bent and retrieved a small tub.

"I'm your first ass fuck, but first I want to test your tongue," said almost as an offhand comment as she stooped to remove her shoes.

She had me lay on the bed, stripped of my few clothes and positioned in the middle as she straddled me, then she knelt. Her calves pressed to my head, feet looped over my shoulders and her pubes brushing my nose.

Looking up I could see her looking back at me.

"Make it a good one," she commanded.

I began, letting my tongue tickle through the thin curtain of hair that remained, brushing along the pouting lips concealed beneath. She shivered with anticipation, pressing lightly against me; I let my tongue repeat the action as her widening legs let her pink flower blossom onto it.

I lapped at the juices beginning to flow, twirling my tongue in her hunny pot. I saw her hands go to grasp the headboard as she thrust her hips down, positioning her clit above my lips. I pushed in and sucked at it, drawing it in to let my tongue stroke its tip.

I shifted my neck slightly and started a 'suck-squeeze' rhythm, drawing it in and out, her body trembled above me again, pressing just a bit firmer, I put my hands to her ass and eased her and started the alphabet.

As I got to P her weight slumped down as her body arched backwards and her cum flooded down my chin.

A memory hit me, the depletion treatment for my beard. I shrunk back to my corner, letting my alter ego hurriedly go from being an observer to actor.

While I left him to continue fronting I had a clear recollection of sitting and facing the laser treatment, my face began to smart, despite the local anaesthetic, it had the 'glow' of sunburn. I replayed it again, the ghost of a prickly tide sweeping across brought into focus.

I felt my muscles moving and refocused 'outside'.

'He', my alter ego, was fucking the ass of her. No, as my senses returned fully 'We' were fucking her straight, he was buried between the juicy lips and going for broke, I searched 'his' memories and found her screaming 'Fuck me, you were so good'.

She'd compounded it by saying "No, from behind," as he scrabbled between her legs.

Still, she was enjoying it now, right on the verge of her second orgasm. Another odd thought hit me, way back in history, hundreds of years back to the Victorians ten times was the limit on orgasms before 'Madness and addiction' crept in.

She pressed herself against me as she came, pushing on the headboard as he kept pounding her. Driving five of the seven to fill her each time, as he now single mindedly sought his own virgin release.

She came again before him, taking him past the threshold with the muscular contractions milking our cock. As he sagged against her I stepped in, resuming control to keep my cock buried, keep pleasing her.

When it dropped out it was the key to stir, I was breathing easy but she with the constricting corset was taking longer to catch her breath. She stretched out between my legs and turned to face me. Her breasts rising and falling and looking likely to lose the battle to stay contained.

I turned aside and lay next to her, turned in with my arm across her tummy, after a while and a few sighs she stirred again, this time to sit up.

"Next time you're going to fuck my ass as well. Your performance so far has got an A, A plus is after you pop my rosebud," she said, turning to me. "I'm planning my second helping now, before your schedule gets busy."

She moved to the side of the bed and picked up her uniform. My school uniform. A picture of me in my school uniform, then me graduating, standing in my gown and mortar. More and more things were triggering random memories.

She said something on the way out, it was to fuzzy to understand beyond the odd word 'Beast' as I phased back in again, sitting up to watch her back exit the door. With no command to do anything I was a free agent, at least until someone came looking again.

I had a choice of staying put or go back to the lounge and wait for the party that would be cover for the orgy I expected. They were using this as a testing ground for behaviour and performance; I expected everything to be monitored, with all that that implied.

I lay back and thought about my situation, to the technicians I was a cock in the wild, a fucking machine to be used as wanted, whatever they'd pumped into my system beside the one that killed my memory, had made me a satyr, or given me satyriasis.

Memory or no memory I was going to speak up, my body's co-host stirred at the drift of my thoughts, escape from this place, find space to find myself and sort the jumble of my mind. I couldn't find a solution to plan A, plan B was to convince someone I was real.

I climbed under the cover for comfort, feeling the fresh sheets on my nude body, the duvet light and airy. What to say, was the next thing to pin up on the board to brainstorm. What made me human that I could use to convince them?

I was still deep in thought when Jant returned.

She came over and pulled the bedclothes back.

"You look fucked out, Clauda said you gave her four,"

I said nothing as she sat on the bed next to me.

"There's a lot odd about you, you look older than the usual teeny boppers we get, maybe a medical could tell? I've wiped you from the system as a technical teaching error, you don't exist again, we'll sort your implant out later. Tomorrow morning you're going to sneak out of here, me and you together as they change."

I bit my tongue back,

"Hi, I'm frank, I can't remember anything else but I'm human like you."

It was a lame start that never got said, better I think more on my response to the 'Prove it' riposte. Given that I had no memory, no backstory, only a potential flag for schizophrenia, my dual existence inside my body.

"There's a mystery in you that's unconnected to Melanie's secret supply," she continued, leaning back against the foot board. "You look too normal, too old. A square peg that has its own programming."

There might be a route, exceeding the alter ego's half programmed mind. 

She stood and straightened her coat. "I'll be back to take you to tea."

I relaxed back; I assumed that as she had planned our escape for the morning that she would spend the night with me. That would be the ideal time to take the matter up with her.

I went for my evening meal, the dining room and lounge was sparsely populated, with no one eating at all, the robot was at my table as I sat down, I took his recommendation this time and enjoyed a juicy steak, along with another half bottle of fine wine.

I took my coffee back to my room, I found a vid screen in my room, the painting I touched was a sensitized screen. I touched the menu button and had a bewildering array of options; I selected seascapes, more on a gut feeling, and got rows of thumbnails.

I glanced through them, enlarging anything with even a hint of familiarity, scrolling row by row. Then there it was, it was like a vivid snapshot, me on a ridge overlooking a mighty bridge, the bridge before me was stormy, but in my mind it was a misty September day, with a picnic to celebrate something. Another random piece to throw on the table to wait.

Wait I did, time drifted. I spent time calling up more random images on the screen but other than recognising the home planets there were no more hidden triggers.

After a while I set it to a gentle lapping tide and stripped and climbed into bed, just lying sitting against the headboard. The screen was in line of view, somewhere a nag prodded the idea to speak to command it, it was voice activated.

"Computer, news!" I said to the screen.

The screen filled with thumbnails, I reached out, my hand in mid air pointing to selected one, I widened my finger and thumb and it enlarged, some language I didn't speak commenting on some event I knew nothing about.

"Sports!"

The screen flickered then the thumbnails popped up again, there was one on grass, I pinched it and flicked it full screen. Some game with a load of men kicking and chasing a ball, at least the commentary was in my language as I heard him describing the action.

And then I was thinking of Dirac space, or rather the Dirac phenomena of sub space, one of my classes of compulsory physics. The propagation of information instantaneously to all places at one time. The concept of quantum physics slotted back into place, along with a little pride.

When Jant came back I got in first.

"Jant, I've got something to say," I told her half way in the door.

"Later Fra, " she replied. "First you're going to fuck me as thanks for all the hard work I put in devising and preparing."

"My names Frank, I'm some sort of scientist, I have amnesia from your learning drug and am a mystery to myself."

She stopped as she approached me, then walked forward and sat at the bottom of the bed again.

"Say it again," she asked. My alter ego was trying to oust me, I could feel the panic my words induced.

"I'm human, I was in here when you put the other 'personality' in. I don't know how to convince you but I'm a real me."

She leant back, appearing to consider the proposition.

"Your being real would fit a lot of facts, the piece that makes sense of the puzzle," she conceded.

"I am," I stated firmly. "I'm independent of your orders, exerting my own will, I just don't know who I am."

"We could run your DNA through the system..."

"I'm a geneticist," I exploded. A sudden flash of DNA had given me certainty. The genitals on the screen clicked in as did Shelia and the nipples.

"I've got a lab here," I exclaimed. Though I had no idea of where 'here' was.

"Whoa, slow down, you just remembered all this?" she said with suspicion edging her voice.

"Did you collect my DNA for project comparison?" 

"I didn't bother with yours, you had no profile."

"Yes," I agreed. "No profile, no comparison, sorry."

"Let's try the backdoor before the front, if you've gone missing..."

"Talk to a girl called Shelia there, she's a red head in her thirties, she'll know I'm missing."

She sat and thought for a moment. "Tomorrow we can do that, tonight we're gonna fuck."



Clone Ch. 02



Android two

Finding my way

She was up on her knees, crawling up to me. As she got to me she sat back on her heels and resumed undoing the coat. Underneath she was wearing sexy see through panties and a yellow lacy bra. She bundled it and threw it of the side of the bed, shoes following before she turned and peeled the bedcover back.

My cock was on the starter marks and was off and running, climbing past half mast and heading rapidly up.

She lay across me and we kissed, I responded fencing and wrestling her tongue till she tired and twisting up pushed her breast to my mouth. Her nipple was hard as my tongue brushed it, I pressed firm against it and waggled my tongue, then let it lick around the areola, my hand was finding the other one, taking it with my thumb and forefinger.

She wriggled on top of me, my rampant cock slid across her pussy, my shaft lodging between her lips. She pushed herself up and began sliding back and fore on it, letting her clit ride the lumps and ridges of the veins.

It took some three or four minutes to bring her first climax. Her knees gripping my sides as her back arched and her hands gripped my thighs, the grimace on her face was for joy. And then she softened, her face took a relaxed smile as her weight came down on me.

She leaned forward fully onto me and straightened her legs, stretching up to give me a quick kiss before sliding down. I don't think she meant to but her vagina and my cock had a close encounter and became much better acquainted. 

She gasped as I penetrated her, she took my head and a full inch before she jerked back, keeping just my head inside her. Whatever her plans were she changed them and pushed on, driving it deeper inside her.

I felt her tight little hunny pot slide down me, her head bobbing as she took more in with every jerk. Then as she took the whole length she pushed herself up and started a full ride after the earlier side-saddle.

She began slow, 'Mming' and 'Ahing', as she got comfortable and began raise the tempo, she carried on pounding for minutes more before her tremor and little squeak announced the main event. She leant forward, her hands slipping from my chest to my sides as she grasped my skin there.

She was panting above me, perspiration glistening on her, with a look of sheer delight on her face, the orgasm fairy had been generous with her wand. 

Then her mouth fell open.

"God, if you're not a droid then I could get pregnant!" 

"You got a plan B?"

"Of course," she said, rejecting my help. "Clauda will have to know to take a dose just in case."

As she got lost in thought my cock slipped out of her.

"Oh," she complained. "Now look."

She turned and slipped to the side.

"You're a much bigger problem real than you were as a nobody," she said with a sigh. "My real worry is who did this," she carried on. "Who can spirit you into a closed unit like this? You were bound to recover."

She was lay at my side, we'd both turned to each other.

"Tomorrows another day, the lifetime of tonight away," she said softly. "Tonight I want you to beat Clauda and give me five."

My cock started hardening. She looked as I looked to watch the foreskin slowly peel back as it grew erect. As her hand reached for it I caught it, and sat up. Rolling over onto my knees and dragging her to the side of the bed. I slipped down between her knees and spread her legs.

She propped herself up on an elbow.

"Fra, oh sorry Frank, I was just joking about the five, just make me feel special, fill me up with pleasure."

I turned my head to her pussy, gaping wide in front of me. I put my hand to cover it, pressing firmly as I ground it with my palm, before starting to gently caress it. I divided my fingers to stroke both lips, spreading her juices along its length before moving back to use my palm again.

I let my palm slip up to her clit while my other hand provided the two fingers to penetrate her slippery hunny pot. I drew a few 'Ah's' as my fingers worked inside her and a sweet shivery jerk as they found her G spot.

While my fingers worked their magic I drew my palm off, bending my head in to let my tongue take up residence and control of her clit. My tongue stroked over it, then round it, circling it like a moth around bright flames, dipping nearer and nearer the source.

She was fully aroused, her body twitching and hips pushing into me as her breath shortened, my hand pistoned away while my tongue worked her hard nub, creating swirling designs and sensuous flicks as the waves of pleasure lifted her.

Her hands pressed into the stubble fuzz of my hairs new growth, pressing my head against her bucking hips as her first climax surged through her, seizing my fingers within her as she crushed my lips against her pussy.

The soft screams and sobs gave way to the pants of exertion as her body flattened back to the bed.

I withdrew my fingers and moved my mouth down to lap at her flowing juices, running my tongue up and down then finally in to savour every drop. I continued to let my tongue dip into her hunny pot then worked it back to her clit.

My fingers found their way in again as my tongue fluttered over her clit then I began the alphabet strokes, my fingers inside pressing and caressing her G spot. She lasted out till I got to the letter g, then took me by surprise.

She roared out a 'Yes-', arching her back and nearly slipping forward off the bed. I moved my hands to support her, my mouth still firmly pressed in her pussy. Her body was rigid and shaking, her words unintelligible as she sucked in air.

It took her quite a while to recover. She brought her legs over my shoulders as she closed them up, pushing herself up to sit.

"You're the best I've had in years," she said as her breathing normalised. "No android is as good as the real deal."

I smiled at her, pushing her legs up and open again and forcing her to lie back on bed. My tongue found her clit again and I started lapping at it, her arms slipped down and encircled her knees, pulling them back near flat to her tummy.

I swapped hands, squeezing three fingers in this time, finger fucking her again as my tongue roamed over and across her clit. This time her orgasm was quick in coming, another heavy one with a loud groan this time instead of the scream.

As her legs flopped back down astride me and her body jerked and twisted I pushed myself up and on top of her, putting my cum covered fingers to her mouth as I took her nipples. My tongue flicked across one while the other was squeezed and rolled by my finger and thumb.

She sucked my fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them clean as I twisted my hips to position my cock in her fanny. She squirmed a bit under me as my head rested at her hunny pot, half penetrating her as my jiggling hips sought to excite her further.

I pushed a bit harder and put my hands to her shoulders as my head forced her tight sheath open. I let my weight push it down, feeling it slowly slide down till she fully enclosed it. Her body pushed against mine as it filled her, her hands stretching round me to hug me, her fingers pressing into my back.

Pumping my hips I began to fuck her, driving it deep and hard, my balls slapping against her as I thrust it to the hilt. My shaft glistened as my tempo increased, as did her moans and cries, with my neck bent to nuzzle at her ear.

Her legs looped round me, her feet pushing at my ass as she thrashed beneath me, her hands grasping my arms as her feet urged me faster. Her head flicked from side to side as the thrill mounted inside her to be let out by a mighty screamed 'Ah-'.

Her body convulsed under me, her legs squeezing me tight as her arms went back around me and pulled me close.

"Oh Frank," she said between gulps of air. "God, that was beautiful..."

She shook me in a hug.

"I'm falling in love with your love making," she went on.

I moved a little to kiss her, sweet and passionate was her response, giving a quick thrill to my cock still hard inside her. I let my hand find her nipple again as I stooped over her, my cock throbbing for completion.

We finished the kiss and I kept my hand on her breast as I started rotating my hips, moving it round inside her before continuing on to fuck her some more. I started with long deep strokes as I eased back upright.

Moving my thumb over her clit I began to massage it softly; she was urging me to go faster, to satiate her needs. I picked up the pace, rubbing her clit harder as my balls slapped against her again. I could sense my own release coming as she hit the heights again and ploughed on even through the vaginal spasms that gripped and rippled down my shaft.

I came before she finished completely; sending more waves of pleasure through her as I grunted in relief, my hand on her hip took my weight as my knees went weak and I let myself down onto her. We lay, hearts beating rapidly together as the bliss enfolded me.

Whether it was seconds or minutes I know not but she stirred under me. I pushed myself back off her, down onto my knees between her legs as she sat up. I took her waist and drew my hands up over her body, letting them brush over her breasts as I edged them up around her neck.

She ran her hands down over my arms and took my neck, pulling me with her as she leant back onto the bed. We lay side by side looking into one another's eyes, both still bathed in the rosy glow of our bedroom athletics.

"You're the best lover I've ever had," she said softly. "I've never felt so... so... I don't know, happy, complete, satisfied. I wish we could stay like this."

She shuffled forward and turned slightly to nestle into my arms, her leg looping over me letting my flaccid cock roll onto her thigh. As it started to swell again and press against her pussy.

"God, are you getting another hard on, it must have smelt my fanny and woken up," she exclaimed as she moved her leg back and reached down to take it.

"Oh," she said with fake disappointment. "It's all sticky, I'll have to lick it clean."

She twisted her body round and started licking at the base, working up and sucking at every inch on the way. She looked up at me as she licked round and round my head, letting its tip caress the rim as it circled. Then she glanced down and let her mouth engulf it, teasing the underside as she gave me a quick couple of strokes.

I reached and pulled her leg over, ducking under it to surface with her pussy in my face. I bent up, letting my hands reach down for her breasts as my tongue came to brush the glistening lips parted before it.

My hands cupped her hanging breasts and I rolled the nipples in my palms while my tongue delved into her hunny pot. She pushed more of my cock into her mouth and began to wank me again, vigorously stroking my shaft as a shiver of excitement passed through her.

I fed on her juices as my finger and thumb stretched and teased her nipples, letting my tongue explore the recesses while twirling around the rim. I felt a fresh shudder as she pressed back against me. Her mouth released me as her head fell to my thigh, her breasts pushing my hands to my belly.

I brought my thumb up to cover her clit and as it massaged around its root my tongue came to play with the head. I licked and slurped as her hips jerked against me, giving it a final flutter as she screamed her joy again.

I lapped gently at her lips, gathering her juices as they leaked from her, she was a dead weight across me, her hand still firmly gripping my cock. As I finished she let herself fully collapse and rolled to the side of me, still holding firm to my cock.

I lay back, my breathing easing and my heart slowing, I looked down at her.

"Jant?" I said, teasing her by tickling her feet.

"What?" she half moaned, waggling her feet to stop me.

"Come and lie next to me, come on, up under the covers it's time to sleep."

She turned and crawled up, cuddling up and turning me so she could spoon my back, she reached over and softly caressed my cock before enclosing it with her fingers. We both slept, who first is arguable but it was the alarm in her phone that woke us, still pressed together.

"Jant?" I nudged her with my elbow. "Your phone's going off."

"I know," she replied. "It'll snooze in a minute; I'll get up on the next ring."

Fifteen seconds later it stopped, she might be catching a few extra winks but I was wide awake now. I extricated myself from her arms and went to shower; I was half way through when she joined me.

She took minutes to shower, using a shower cap to shorten her drying time and then was dressed and stood at the door.

"Wait here," she ordered. "I'll be five minutes, okay."

"Okay."

I went and sat.

She was back within the five minutes set, pushing a hover trolley though into the room.

"Here." She tossed me a bag.

"Put the uniform on," she requested. "There's some makeup and a wig, oh, and a unit of blood."

She watched as I put the uniform on, stuffing handfuls of old panties in when I'd finished, to give me boobs. Then she had me lie on the trolley, she took the blood and carefully squirted and dribbled it over me.

By the time she'd finished I had a convincing head wound, complete with still dribbling blood from under the first aid dressing. She stood back and admired her handiwork.

"Yes, that looks good." She checked the time on her phone. "In another five minutes we'll be on our way out of here."

She went and sat on the bed.

"Y'know, this is the most fun I've had in years, and the best sex," she added as an afterthought.

The time between glances got shorter, till she announced. "Right, security should be on shift change about now."

She pushed me toward the opening door.

"Start making moaning sounds," she instructed me.

We set off down the corridor at a mad pace, she shouting warnings to clear our route.

"Nurse Leery to the infirmary, she bumped her head," she said as she scooted me past the static guard post, all others stood aside to let us pass. 

As we entered the domestic quarters she did a sharp right, into a communal toilet. In there she wiped all the face blood away, in the cupboard with the spare paper and soaps and things was a new clean white coat and fresh wig.

As I changed she went out with the trolley and, well I supposed she replaced it, she was gone five minutes or more before I heard her call my name.

With the wig fixed firmly back in place she led me quickly to her unit, once we were back safe behind locked doors, she leant back against it. I could see the exhilaration on her face, cheeks flushing as the adrenaline buzz faded back leaving just the beating heart, and the buzz of daring to do it.

Her quarters were smaller than mine, very feminine with pictures and a pink bedspread.

"Alright, you can get out of the clothes now, I'll get you some pyjamas in a second."

She walked over to her cupboard space, discarding the old uniform and selecting a clean one along with bra and panties. I looked at her lissom body, her breasts hanging round and firm, her long legs and svelte hips. She was an attractive woman, and the sight of her was causing my cock to rise.

"Forget it," she said as she turned to me. "I've got to show my face, I'll bring you something to eat in an hour or so, okay?"

I looked round the room while she was gone, apart from a few party dresses her clothes were the ubiquitous stiff white coat. Her underwear was a sexy surprise, thongs and lacy see-throughs. Perhaps not so surprising was the bedside drawer with the dildos.

I sat down on the bed, the pyjamas she'd promised were nowhere obvious. I turned and threw the cover back, crawling in naked, the pillows smelt of her soap and shampoo. I curled up in the womb of warmth and drifted to sleep.

"Time!" Her imperative command and the computers instant response.

"Eleven forty three."

She jarred me from my doze, I had been looking to see if there were anymore chunks of memory I could dislodge, a key stone to the avalanche that could restore all.

"Frank," she said beaming delight. "I've got some food for you, and some clothes."

She came and sat on the side of the bed, dropping a large holdall, while I propped myself up on the headboard. 

The way she was smiling told me there was something else.

"And?"

"There is a girl called Shelia, she does have red hair. I spoke to her, invited her down to look at some trend we were noticing in breasts and nipples."

"You what!"

"I was vague with her. 'It may be nothing but you should take a look,' vague but she took the bait, she'll be down around fourteen hundred. Isn't that good? She can tell you who you are."

It was news with epic ramifications, first it was the joy of my coming freedom, she would only tall of my time here. The thought rolled on. Perhaps she'd have an inkling as to the circumstances of my disappearance. Perhaps even, she was complicit in it.

Jant was putting packages in my hands and on the bed. I opened the oval one first, it was a full steak breakfast.

"You can put that in the microwave, one of the perks from the kitchen," she told me.

My mouth started watering, drawing me back from the dark thoughts.

"Look," her voice still excited. "Here's the clothes, all left behind when they were whisked to their heavenly homes."

The image of them ascending naked made me smile, as well as giving a quick thrill to my cock as I imagined Jent's clothes falling off.

"I've got to get back, I'll be bringing her here when she comes, be ready." She said, leaning over to kiss me and stroke my jawline. Pulling me tighter and getting passionate as the kiss lengthened.

I could feel my cock responding, pushing up under the bedclothes. As she broke the kiss she touched my tent with her elbow.

"Keep that ready," she told me. "I'll take my reward later."

The idea of sex with Jant kept my cock hard long minutes after she stepped back out the door.

I explored again for the micro to reheat the food, it was skilfully hidden along with a drop down table and two folding chairs. 

I warmed and ate the food, a full stomach does things, my optimism was on a high, looking forward to meeting with Shelia. 

I strolled over to the bed for a closer examination of the clothes she brought, I found underwear socks and shoes then settled down to sort the fashion rejects before me.

My dress was conservative, a business suit in wool, complete with waistcoat, and a lemon yellow shirt. There was a flamboyant silk tie that I couldn't resist for its shock value alone.

I tidied up all the unwanted articles and was surprised to find a container of coffee, which I gratefully reheated and savoured.

All that was left now was waiting for Jant and Shelia to appear.

I had pestered the computer for a minute creeping count down, my excitement building to the anti climax of the door opening, she was two minutes early.

"Shelia," I blurted as the door opened.

She did a double take on seeing me. "Frank?"

Then the colour drained from her. 

"What's going on here," she asked, looking round wildly.

Jant had taken a few steps further and was looking between us.

"That's what I'd like to know," I added as my two penneth.

"But... but...," she spluttered.

"We found him in the birthing room," Jant chimed in.

"We thought you were dead," Shelia replied. "Either that or somewhere dark and permanent."

I let the latter pass.

"My memory's been Co-Prodmial'd, they gave me a massive dose here to enhance my imprinting," I explained.

"And he's got a surrogate mind in there with him," Jant offered.

I could see the expression on Shelia's face as she started to put thing together.

"What's your last memory?" she asked

"I don't have one," was my blunt reply.

"Alright, well you went down to take the readings, when dinner came and you weren't back I reported it to security, there was a big hue and cry for the day, then nothing. I asked old Maery, but she told me to forget you'd been here."




Clone Ch. 02



I turned to Jant. "Who has access to the birthing room?"

"We all do, but it's automated so no one really goes in."

Things really didn't add up, my presence would sooner or later be discovered. It struck me as amateurish, no forethought, full of holes that struck of desperation. I was sure it wasn't an inside job down here, but my end was different. Maybe someone thought I'd be shipped out as a slave.

"What are we going to do?" Jant asked.

I was all for staying here, I was safe, with good company, and hopefully Shelia could dig up more.

"He'll have to stay here," Shelia stated.

"Yes," I echoed her.

"It may be a couple of days for me to root out any rumours," she continued.

I smiled at the thought of spending nights with the sexy Jant, my cock was twitching already.

"Now, this visit is in my diary, I'll have to do a write up, shall I say you were worried about hairs on the areole?"

Jant was deep in thought.

"Jant," I prompted.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"My official reason for visiting, excessive hair on their breasts," Sheila said.

"Oh, yes if you want to," she agreed. "I was thinking, maintenance have access, not just the bots but supervisors too."

"Why would any of them bother," Shelia asked, then answered her own question. "Unless he saw something, would they know about the memory thing?"

"They might, a nosey one could find out."

"And we all know you implant a personality."

I knew with a vengeance, the reality of an alter ego was blazed in my mind. It was very much easier with me fully in control, now only his grumblings and emotional state impinged on me.

They both fell silent for a while, me comparing the youthful beauty of Jant against the maturity of Shelia, Jant won hands down, maybe it was the sexual relationship with her, but she brought the bigger thrill to my groin, and the rise in the angle of dangle.

"Well," said Shelia. "I'd better get back."

She turned to Jant. "You'll have to walk me out, I'll get lost otherwise."

Jant snorted, then looked at her. "Oh, of course, I found it confusing when I first got here, it's built for a hundred but there's only twenty three of us."

They ignored me, except for Jants little wave at the door, and I was alone again.

I was beginning to feel a little hungry, the breakfast I'd had was hours ago, I wondered also as my belly rumbled about how soon I would get my life back, and what sort of life it was going to be. For want of anything better to do I played with her screen, creating a slideshow of random images.

One or two of the astronomy ones made me switch to that tag, a kaleidoscope of the immensities of our universe flicked before me, impressive enough to last till Jant returned. She brought the holdall with her and triggered the lights up full.

"Frank," she greeted me. "What you watching?"

"Oh nothing," I replied, now blinking in the bright light. "Just passing time looking out on our backyard."

"What, the stars?"

"Yes, and the future generations that will populate them."

She hefted the bag from her shoulder and plonked it down on the bed.

"I've got some more food for you, and I've got powdered coffee and whitener."

She began pulling out packages, I went for the oval plate again, unwrapping it like some bizarre repeat present. A spaghetti bolognaise was my deal of the day. I headed over to the micro, mouth proving Pavlov's theory.

She lay back on the bed, coat at mid thigh but legs demurely closed ankles wrapped inches from the floor. I crossed quickly and put the hot plate on the bed beside her, sitting on the floor and leaning back on her legs.

As I ate I told her my thoughts.

"Jant," I began. "I'd give it a ninety eight percent chance on being the maintenance people, but I'm no nearer on why."

I took a mouthful.

She squeezed one of her legs under my shoulder. "I'd vote for a hundred."

I raised my arm up and put it on her knee.

"I'd go to ninety nine point nine nine, never say never."

I took another mouthful.

She sat up and put her hand on my head. "Probably."

"I've got something else that will please you," she teased, rubbing her groin. "Something you'll have to find."

In the middle of my meal she was making me horny. I took another mouthful, trying to perceive the flavours and textures, but the feel of my rising cock snuck in. I glanced over at her as she lay back down, her coat riding up again.

With her legs open to accommodate me her panties were in view, and there through the transparency was a dark bundle, tenting her gusset out.

I put the fork down, started swallowing my last mouthful and turned to face her. One hand snaking up her leg. The other to my zipper, then my button, and then the shorts to give it full freedom. I brushed my knuckles along her lips as I worked the thing out with my thumb.

I let it roll down between her open legs as she widened them, her hands pulling on her knees. I slid the fingers up, knuckles grinding on her clit whilst my thumb sunk into the fleshy folds opened before it.

She squealed in pleasure, her hand coming down to cover mine.

My alter ego's emotions surged, as my cock hit full capacity, a mere for taste of things to come.

I awkwardly pushed my trousers down as I stood, my hand pulling her panties loose as she lifted her hips then her knees. Then I was lying atop her, my knees balanced on the edge as she shuffled on far enough for me to enter her. My throbbing cock probed through, my head slipping into her tunnel.

I edged up slowly as her hips flexed to take me, the velvety tunnel gripping and enclosing me as she groaned. Her hands were on my shoulders, her legs folded around my back. I swivelled my hips as I drew back out, pushing back in to establish the stroke. 

Her arms slipped down along mine, holding my wrists, as I rocked back and fore above her. Her body was alive beneath me. I felt the power of my cock in her. 

Her hands were now pulling and teasing her breasts till one hand slipped off and headed down between her legs. The sexual self excitement, along with my performance, combined to send the bliss she craved surging through her body, her back arching and her legs swinging down and around to meet mine.

I lay forward on her as she lay panting, her legs parted slightly and I began to thrust again, it was my turn now, my shot at the big O.

Her legs widened further as I began to establish a rhythm, a low 'Umm' her response as we synchronised her slight thrust with mine. As the seconds passed, the strokes grew more frantic, with each pushing the other to fulfilment.

I came, and with my surging seed I triggered hers as well. Her hunny pot milking my juices out, the ripples squeezing on my sensitised head to give a 'dry' extra one at the end.

I felt her hot breath on my neck; the hot short gasps a wave of sensations as I savoured my release. With us both sated my cock sulkily shrank back, exiting with a plop when she stretched to kiss my chest.

She flopped back with a sigh.

"Sex on demand," she said, pulling and pushing me to the side of her. "You've been a fantasy of mine for as long as I've played with myself. They gave me the best orgasms ever when I used keeping a boy in my room to have secret sex with; when I walk in he ravishes me, unable to resist my body."

I laughed a little at the way it came out, like a rushing gushing confession, it fitted with our actions, if I could remember mine I might be jealous. As it was I still basking in the glow of our horizontal gymnastics.

"What funny?" she asked, snuggling up to me.

"It just struck me, I still don't know what your 'something else' is."

"Oh, god yeah," she said, twisting herself round to sit up.

She looked on and around the sheet then rolled me over to find it under me. I sat up as she handed it to me, still in the small black bag.

"It's your new ID, we downloaded you onto it, and it's authorised in this section so you can use it to join us in the mess hall or anywhere."

I opened the bag and saw the slim bracelet, it was just a few molecules thick yet the monomer chains that held the information were virtually unbreakable, it was near invisible as well when moulded around your wrist.

As I fumbled it out of the bag she took it from me, bunching my fingers and stretching it over them.

"There, you're officially human again," she declared.

"Where did you find it?" I asked, adjusting it to sit back where it should.

"I had a new one made," was her surprising reply. "Your old one did a better disappearing act than you did."

To remake my ID was no casual matter, memories of the ritual of getting 'sized up' as a child flooded back, only at secure census offices was the swap made, three times in my life I had experienced it, the last at puberty.

"You made one?"

"Yes, same as we make the ID's for our guests when they've made the swap."

There was more mystery here. "What swap?"

A look of consternation clouded her face; she'd told me something she shouldn't have.

"Ah," she stalled, deciding her next move.

"Come on," I prompted her.

"Well," she started again. "We actually swap bodies."

I bit my tongue and waited, letting the pause lengthen.

"The androids we make here are part clones," she explained further. "It's a bit complicated to explain."

Complicated wasn't the least part. Years back, no decades actually, our CEO had surreptitiously set up this project, he dreamed of immortality, and when we found this planet he set his plan in motion.

Mind swaps had been going on forever, but that was into computers, creating semi autonomous 'intelligences' , we'd even learned to selectively 'reprogram' criminals. He wanted to jump to younger bodies every ten years, be forever in his thirties.

She said he was still alive even today, living on a pleasure planet with the body swaps continuing. The ones I had been 'birthed' with were all meeting the same fate, their owners would have their own minds implanted and be off to live the sweet life.

On one level I was intrigued, but the gross abuse was an overwhelming negative. They might only be androids but the image of the fun loving innocents I'd left behind were of young healthy individuals, full of the zest of life.

I thought about it, body replacement seem to have the edge over sex slaves. Corporate CEO's would have the money to burn, and the organisation to hide in plain sight, in fact money was the only player in this game.

I sat quiet, looking at her but not focusing, this was far more dangerous knowledge than I wished to know, it made the waters that much muddier. 

She pulled me to her as she lay back down.

"Well say something," she implored.

"I don't know what to say," I replied. "Could you create identities to get us out of here?"

"I've never thought of that," she said with a half laugh.

A quick scenario flicked through my mind, kidnap any returning couple, dispose of them for a couple of days till we were clear, easy to do.

I had the urge for a cup of coffee.

"Can we use the mess hall now?" I asked.

"Yes, if you want to."

"Fancy a coffee with me?"

She smiled and tried to cuddle me as I sat to pull my trousers up. With a will of its own my cock reacted.

Fortunately the object of its attention was herself rolling to the side of the bed clutching her soiled panties, it gave another flicker as I rolled to the edge, watching her bend to put the fresh ones on.

I was churning over the new facts in my near complete puzzle.

She looped her arm through mine like high school lovers, and I wondered what reception I'd get, out here in the wild so to speak. Clauda knew about me, probably a few others too, I wondered too what my story might be.

The coffee there was as good as the coffee in the restaurant, though the decor fell back to company standard.

I was acutely aware of the looks we were getting from the few occupants of the place, the disbelief on a couple of faces showed I was new to some, the rest showed a different kind of shock, perhaps at our daring.

Things settled as she started talking about her childhood.

"I lay and looked up at the stars when I was young, did you?" she rushed on before I could answer. "I wanted to be the bold explorer, have exotic adventures." 

"Me too," I replied. "I got to be a nanobiologist instead."

The words from my mouth opened my mind wide, the surge of knowing was like a fast forward through my life, in seconds my mind felt full and strong again.

"Frank!" 

Jent was out of her seat and leaning across the table to hold me, I opened my eyes to look her square in the face.

"Sorry," I said, as I steadied myself. "I've just recovered the rest of my memories, Flash Bang Wallop, and suddenly it's all there." I was so pleased I leant forward and kissed her.

Her kiss back was hot and passionate, as I leant into the table my cock was responding under it.

There was a hush in the conversation, I broke the kiss and sat back, my cock not quite a bulge yet.

She leant back and turned to come and sit alongside, oblivious to the eyes on us.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

There was concern in her voice.

Yes, my sudden revelation had been a tornado ripping the shutters down, rebooting my life again as memories came onstream. I was more alright than I'd ever been.

"It's all there, the whys and wherefores of my life. Like a light coming on, reason joined back with experience," I explained.

I turned to her and felt my plump cock resting on my thigh.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to lie down?"

I'd have to hold it in my pocket if I were to walk now.

"No, but I'd like a fresh cup of coffee?" I put my elbows down.

She smiled, turned in her seat.

"I'll get it," she said over her shoulder as she stood and carried the cups away.

I stayed head in hands and closed my eyes, silently glorifying in the extent of the extra dimension of thought as perspectives narrowed on the logic of my innocence, and the amount of 'talking' it would take just to walk away.

Jant returned, bearing fresh cups. My cock was back to normal, ready to slip back down my leg.

"Can we take this to your room?" I asked.

"Yep, sure," she replied, pausing as I stood.

I offered a hand for my coffee but she turned and led the way.

Back in the room she set the coffee at the bedside, sitting on the floor with her back to the bed. I sat with the coffee between us.

"Jant," I began. "I've been thinking... my best course is to reveal myself, surrender to the authorities. Can I do that?"

"I am the authorities," she said flatly, her face turning serious.

"I guessed," I replied.

I waited a second.

"What now?" I asked, breaking my rule.

"We stay as we are, unless you force our hand it'll all end quietly. Please Frank, don't rock the boat."

"All I want to do is get things back to normal," I replied.

"Just give it one or two more days to see if Shelia comes up with anything, huh."

"Okay."

I sat back and sipped on my coffee, watching Jant's long legs stretched out before her.

Jant stirred. 

"Oh, well, I've got to make the final rounds," she exclaimed. "Then do the handover and I'm finished."

She got up, gathering the cups. "I'll be back in about half hour, okay."

"Yes," I replied." I'll be waiting."

My feeble attempt at humour raised a smile from her lips. She turned and blew me a pouty kiss as she walked through the door.

I stood and looked at the other two packages she'd brought; the meal I'd left there had disappeared, probably the tidy up by the domestic bots. The remaining packages revealed four sandwiches of Pastrami on white bread and a selection of dainty cupcakes. I finished the sandwiches, leaving the cakes to share later.

I was back flipping through random channels on the screen, most of it was Tri V trash, soaps and serials with some centuries old. I was glad when Jant walked back in through the dilating door, at least now I could get her to take me back to their mess, and a decent meal.

"Jant," I greeted her.

"Frank," she replied.

"Are you hungry?" I enquired.

"I suppose you are," she quipped back.

"Well if there was a horse handy..." I followed on, an odd expression of my great grandmothers.

"Huh?"

"Never mind," I told her. "Yes, I've finished the sandwiches you brought, and my tummy is still rumbling on."

"What about the fancies?"

That must be the cakes. "I've left those for coffee later."

"Alright, come on then, you'll need your strength later," she said with a smile on her face.

I followed her back to the mess, just one other table with two quite pretty girls this time. Jant took my arm as we walked in.

"I won't be a minute," she said softly, then went through a well camouflaged door. I made my way to the nearest table by way of the coffee machine, bringing two cups. She returned some minutes later pushing a little trolley, she served me a braised chicken breast dish, it was so good I finished what she had left over.

The coffee was half cold when we got to it and I went and refilled our cups, it was nice just sitting there, my surroundings no longer a mystery. I knew also that we'd be having our first session of sex that night within ten/fifteen minutes, if we stopped to shower first.

The thought of us naked in the shower, me washing her breasts, was enough to start my cock stirring. Quickly lying back on the hard plastic chair, I put my hand in my pocket, like some furtive masturbator. I slipped it up my thigh again, feeling it's thickening length, as it got big enough I slipped it under the waist band.

Jant was watching me with some amusement, I caught her knowing grin as I pulled my hand back out. I was struck by how nice she looked, not a stunning beauty but pretty enough for me. Over her shoulder I saw the rooms other occupants standing to leave.

Jant heard them to, looking over her shoulder to glance at their departing backs. She turned to the trolley beside her, removing her holdall from its innards.

"Shall we go as well?" she asked.

I stood, conscious of my cock still rampant and trapped by my trousers, and collected the two cups to take back to her quarters as well. I followed her back, now getting familiar enough with the route to navigate it myself if need be.

It only took a little persuasion to have her join me in the shower first, she'd stripped her coat off and was halfway on the bed before I'd made my case. She turned and sat, slipping the straps from her shoulders and twisting her bra round to unclip it. 

As she spilt her beasts out I was fascinated by them, the little jiggle as she moved. She had nipples that echoed Shelia's 'perfect' composite, the areoles dark but moderate, making a shallow cone atop of which sat her nipples, proud and firm.

I was busy stripping my own clothes, topless I was standing trying to remove my shoes, my trousers and shorts round my ankles complicating matters. Then suddenly Jant was on her knees before me, holding my calf and sliding my shoe off.

I pushed my fingers into her hair, steadying myself as I lifted the other leg, then she stood, her fingers encircling my cock and gently guiding me towards the shower. Her hips were 'poetry in motion' in front of me.

With the water streaming over us she took the soap and crouched before me to wash my groin. I looked down on her as her hands soaped under my balls, coming up and over to lather my shaft. I gave a little groan of pleasure when her hand softly enclosed my head, her other hand stroking the length.

She teased me with the slow stroke before unexpectedly standing.

"Your turn to wash me," she said, handing me the soap.

She had a funny kind of smile on her face. Wry? Enigmatic?

I took the soap as she stretched her arms up before me, inching forward to let the water cascade across her mounds, with the hard pointed nipples dancing in the sparkling flow. I tumbled the soap in my hands and then took both breasts, swapping the soap from hand to hand as I built the lather.




Clone Ch. 02



Her nipples were hard nubs in my palms; I held them there as I massaged her breasts. I pushed her back softly till she leant, eyes closed, against the wall. She lowered her hands onto my shoulders. 

Her face was a stream of emotions as my thumbs took up position on her nipples, circling and flicking them.

The hand with the soap moved to suds up her pubes, stroking up and down as she thrust her mons into my hand. I let go of the breast and took her neck, curling my hand onto the shower cap as I moved in to kiss her.

Her kiss was fierce and passionate as she first nibbled and sucked at my lip, then pushed her tongue in to wrestle with mine. I rolled my lips on hers as my tongue fought back. My hand slipped further between her legs, drawing the soap over her swollen lips.

She broke the kiss with a squeal, arching her neck back and pushing her breasts into my chest, her hard nipples pressing into me. She began to rock her hips on my hand, I let the soap fall, my finger pressing in till its tip was curled into her hunny pot. 

Then as she squirmed, grinding her clit against my pads, I released her. she was like a doll running down.

"Oh..." she tailed away, lifting as she tried to match my retreating hand.

She leant into me, the drops splattering of her cap and onto my face. She pushed off from the wall, trapping my cock between us.

"Come on, let's get dry and into bed" I suggested, pushing us apart.

"Ah, better than that, I've got a surprise," she had a quick giggle. "A little bit of heaven."

I stepped under the spray and washed the soap from me, half watching her on the other side as I washed my cock, feeling how firm it felt. I wondered what the surprise might be, another first for the pair of us?

I didn't have to wait long, the surprise emerged from her bag proved to be a can of cream and a squeezer of honey, that was clean sheet and shower again, but a lot of fun in the meantime.

She turned the can and gave a blip on her nipple, as I reached her I took her waist and bent to lick it clean, scooping the bulk inside I rubbed my lips across then while I swallowed. She wriggled in my hands as I sucked it in.

She squirted a bit on the other, the noise loud in my ear. I turned my head and felt a cold trickle course down my back. She walked me backwards as I went to reach it, holding her hand high as she lay back onto the bed.

I bent over with her, following her down as my lips pressed into her breast, my tongue caressing her nipple. She brought the containers down on my back, I took the hint and rolled aside, flopping onto my back as she sat up.

She turned on the bed, taking her head to the pillows as she opened her legs, she looked down at me with one foot on my stomach and the other nestled against my head. She leant forward and put a spray of cream between her legs, then dropped the can then opened and dribble honey from the squeezy bottle.

I drew my legs up and rolled myself between her inviting legs, pushing on the base board to position myself. The honey was just starting to drip as I caught it with my tongue, driving deep to scoop up the amber flow, the sweet creamy mixture setting my mouth watering.

She flexed her legs, widening them in the process, giving me full access. I wiped up more cream then swallowed it, before beginning to suck and wash it clean, as I worked my way down she brought the bottle and coated her clit again.

I moved back up as she stopped, catching the rivulet as it trailed between her plump lips, the sweetness catching my breath I swept up to the engorged clit standing in the stream of nectar. She shivered beneath my hands, a slow groan escaping her lips.

My tongue enfolded it, caressing it up and down, the sticky honey liquid between us. Her hands took her knees as she pushed herself against me, my nose pressing her hair as my lips seized on it, sucking it hard then fluttering my tongue across it.

She released her legs, letting her hands stretch to press on my head. I twisted my arm down, sliding my hand to bring my fingers to stroke her, then as they were wetted I pushed them into the hot wet hunny pot, stroking as they went to find her G spot again.

Her back arched and her hips pushed into me, I strove to stay 'on target' as she rose, craning my neck back. She subsided with another spasm as a shudder ran through her, my fingers inside her continued to stroke and press as my tongue started to spell the alphabet.

I got to the letter T, she was pulling on her nipples and panting like a five mile run. Her body tensed and trembled before she screamed 'Yes', I felt the waves grip my finger and felt a sympathetic twinge in my cock. 

I brought my head up, my thumb taking station and softly playing with it. I was moving to fuck her as she leant up on one elbow, putting the other hand to my chest.

"Wait!" she panted. "I want to do you."

I paused, accepting the blow job and turning to lay alongside her, picking the honey bottle before settling and handing it to her. She sat up and retrieved the cream, leaning over for an experimental squirt on my pubes, leaving two small mounds either side of my shaft.

She clambered over me, almost sitting on my face as she shuffled to give me position, I wrapped my arms round her thighs and pulled her down on me, my tongue finding her wet warm hunny pot above it and diving straight in.

I felt her hand scoop the cream onto my ridged cock, smoothing it in, then she bent down, taking my head in her mouth and licking it. The thrill ran down it as she sucked it deeper flicking her tongue across it as it snaked into her mouth. 

She swallowed as it entered her throat, taking it smoothly down as she pressed herself onto it, I felt her lips reach my pubes as her hand cupped my sac. She backed off just as smoothly, swirling her tongue around my head as it was trapped by the lips.

My cock was on fire, I felt like some cartoon cat with steam blowing from its ears. I was just hanging on sucking at her clit, the thrill from my cock tingling through my body, weakly I flicked my tongue over the tip. 

She had me near panting, sucking in the aroma of the wet pussy above me, my hot breath stirring her lips. Her body pressed down on me, the hard nubs brushing my midriff as she settled and began stroking me as she licked and sucked on my head.

I began to get busy again sucking and popping her clit, my hands kneading her cheeks, trying to push her to the precipice. I began to stroke my fingers down into her valley, going deeper and further with each pass till my fingers brushed her rosebud.

She was panting and moaning as she furiously started stroking faster and faster, her lips taking the head in and out as she bobbed lightly. I felt my sac tighten, the gathering surge swelling as the shiver sped through me.

I felt her lips tighten as she gulped my seed down, my hips twitching with each ejaculation as my head sank back onto the bed. She started stroking it again as she scrabbled round on top of me, rushing to position herself over my cock.

She brushed the head across her pussy twice before guiding it in, sinking slowly to let it fill her tight hunny pot. I felt my cock spasm as she took me full length, then she started bouncing, her breasts jiggling round as she increased the pace.

I was in a golden glow as she fucked me to her own release, a screaming 'Yes...', before letting her shuddering body collapse onto mine. She turned her face up to mine, a smile on her face, then kissed my chest, putting her arms under mine and hugging me.

I brought my hands around and hugged her shoulders, just lying together, our hearts pumping and resonating in each other. Long after it had slipped out, she stirred, looking up at me as she pulled herself level.

"I think I love you," she confessed as she nestled her head next to mine, her body still pressing on mine.

I wasn't sure what love was, I liked her, I lusted after her, but love is ineffable, caught between sex and longing. 

She nudged me gently. "Well?"

"I don't know, all this," I waved my hand around. "Is too strange, I'm still a bit lost, a bit out of my depth."

"Don't worry about that, the VP is taking care of it, in a few days it'll be sorted out and..."

I waited for more but she reached and drew our heads together to kiss me, I responded as she tugged on my bottom lip, pushing my hands between us to scoop up her breasts, trapping her nipples between my fingers and gently squeezing them.

I felt my still cum coated cock beginning to stir, I would ask her one day about the cocktail of drugs I'd gotten in programming, sex was never like this before.

We lay snuggled together for a while longer, till the glow dissipated enough for me to stir, where she lay on me was still slick with perspiration, and my pubes were matted with cream.

"I need another shower," I whispered to her as I moved her aside. "A proper shower 'cause I'm all sweaty and full of cream," I continued.

"Oh alright," she said dreamily.



Clone Him Or Kill Him



You throw me on the bed and tear off my panties. I try to grab at your belt and kiss you but you push me back down, grab my legs and pull me to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs wide, you slide your palms up to the inner junction of my thighs. You use your thumbs to spread my silky lower lips apart while you inhale my scent and imagine how sweet I'm going to taste. Finally, you taste me, using the full, thick, flat surface of your tongue to slide from the bottom to the top of my pussy. 

Over and over again you lick me, savoring my flavor, making me wetter and wetter while I grab your hair, trying to push your tongue deeper inside of me. You keep licking my entire pussy, but ignoring my clit. You stop just under my clit, and pulse your tongue back and forth in a concentrated motion, building pressure on just that spot until finally you plunge two thick fingers inside me closing your mouth over my clit at the same time, driving me crazy. I can't take it anymore; I feel knot building at the base of my stomach, it feels like I'm about to explode.

I'm so wet and so much of my juice is flowing from me now that you can't catch it all. Still you want more, and you won't stop even now that I'm trying to push you away and begging you to stop. You keep sucking and licking and fucking me with your fingers, with your tongue. I give up trying to get you to release me and grab on to the bed head instead. 

I feel it coming, I'm cumming... cumming, so hard I start bucking underneath you and my back arches up off the bed, my legs stiffen and my knees lock around your head as my toes curl. I feel a gush of liquid spurting from me. Oh my God, am I squirting!? I never squirt....

You sit back, pull out your fingers and look at your handy work, smiling to yourself and smirking at me. Then you stand up, and I wonder just what the hell you are doing now? 

I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so exhausted. I hear your belt hit the floor and look up to see you're now naked with your beautiful, thick, 6 inch cock standing at attention for me. 

Is this man kidding? "I can't even move my arm right now...I definitely can't manage you" I say in a half humorous, half annoyed voice. You laugh and flip me over to my stomach with my knees on the ground and the rest of me against the bed. 

You run your hand over my clit, through my pussy, front to back again and again. I squirted so hard and I'm still so wet, I can hear it. But I'm so sensitive down there that the slightest touch feels like an electric shock so again I try to push you away. 

"I really am not going anywhere, I'm just thinking I need an hour sleep and then we can go again." But you're not having any of that, so you pin both my wrists behind my back and use your other hand, the hand covered in my juices to glide over your cock, lubricating it.

I can hear you starting to breathe hard behind me while you admire my body and how open my position is while you touch yourself. Then I feel the head of your cock pushing inside me... slowly at first, taking shallow strokes so I can get used to your width. Each time you enter me you give me just a little more until you're almost halfway in and I'm starting to move with you. 

Then you stop, pulling all the way out and before I can ask you what's wrong, I feel you slam your full length into me. I scream your name as you fuck me long, hard and deep. You feel so good. You pull me up so my back is against your chest and you wrap your arms around me, playing with my breasts. I turn my head to look back at you and you devour my lips, your tongue invading my mouth and imitating your cock. I can still taste myself on you and you can feel my muscles clenching around your length, squeezing, convulsing and milking your cock as I cum, over and over while you ride me. You can't hold out anymore, your hands slide down to grab my hips and you scream my name as you slam into me one last time releasing a never ending stream of your cum inside of me and collapsing on my back as your still semi hard dick slides out of me.

You sit back just to watch as your cum leaks out of my exposed, raw pussy and you can't help but slide your fingers back into me, spreading my legs to start playing with me again.

( I need to either clone him or kill him...)



Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 01



Chapter 1: The Clone Strikes Back

A long time ago, in this galaxy...

A star was coming to end of its life. This star was uber massive, a behemoth. It had shone so brightly in its lifetime, and picked up army of stellar bodies, that obediently circled around its hulking presence.

The star, which had had such a short and impressive life, was going to go out in the most spectacular way imaginable. The tremendous forces of gravity which had been trying to crush it for billions of years finally won out, quickly crushing the star into a condensed ball that held an unfathomable amount of energy. It exploded with tremendous force, A massive, extremely violent explosion that decimated every body in its system and those of many neighbouring systems.

During its' violent death, the star had created new elements which it threw out into the universe. Some time later, many light years away, the expelled mass, obeying the universal laws of attraction, began coming together. The forces of gravity pulled the dust and gas into a giant swirling vortex. Over hundreds of thousand of years the gases were condensed into a super hot ball. Pressure built until huge jets of gas burst from the centre. The new star was born the same way its' parent died, violently.

Violence is the way of the universe. As are the laws of attraction. Sex and violence is what it's all about.

The new sun was many times smaller than its' dead parent. It shone much dimmer with a red light. The left over matter, mostly gas and water and some dust, started to come together around it. Ice and snow formed the cores of new planets as the place started to cool down.

A long time later, somewhere else in the galaxy, one rocky planet had all of its' elements just right, so that it was able to develop sentient life. These Homo sapiens eventually developed complex technology that enabled them to observe this system. 

They felt the need to name it and categorise it, like all things. So it was called the Lister system. A red dwarf sun with three gas giants. The ringed planet closest to the sun was LIS-542. 

Homo sapiens continued to develop their technology until they were able to travel great distances through space, and terraform and colonise other planets. The Lister system was visited briefly, but without any planets or moons suitable for habitation, or many valuable minerals to mine, it was largely ignored.

Then for the briefest flash in time, it was inhabited by a group of Homo sapiens who were hiding from their powerful enemies. They called themselves the Resistance. They would end up having a role to play in the fate of the galaxy that was home to the Lister system.

A small fighter craft sped through the swirling clouds of the planets' surface. Several jet streams rose up and the nimble craft swerved around them. The fighter was a hybrid of human technology and the more advanced technology of another sentient species of which they knew almost nothing. Its' two occupants inside were also hybrids of human genes and alien technology; clones.

Streek was in the pilot seat. His busty blonde captain was sitting on his lap in the small cockpit. The air was Smokey around them, Bernie was puffing on a joint. Loud Rock music blared from the ships' comm speakers. 

Bernie looked through the hazy glass screen at the rising orange and white clouds that swirled around them. The bright rings loomed above them in the orange sky, stretching from above them, all the way down to the horizon. "Wow, this place is really beautiful." She squirmed around on top of him. "Did we have to take the one-man fighter? It's pretty cramped in here."

"I'm not complaining. It's good to get out, taking my baby for a ride. I like being pressed up against you."

"Yeah, I can tell. Your secondary control stick seems to keep poking me. Perhaps we should do something about that." 

"Sure baby. Let me just show you something else." He pulled back on the control stick and the nose of the triangular fighter craft pointed upwards and the Hornet blasted away from the cloudy surface at great speed as the thrusters powered up.

Streeks' arm wrapped around Bernie and squeezed her big left boob as the craft sped away from the surface of the planet. The blonde hummed in pleasure as he felt her up.

A minute or so later, the craft began to slow down again. The glimmering bands of the planets' ring system grew larger ahead of them. One of LIS-542s' large pale moons could be seen behind it. Bernie whistled, impressed by the beautiful sight. The two of them had finished the joint and were both nicely baked by now, and feeling pretty good.

Streek flew the fighter closer to the ring and gently eased it in, so that it fell in with the masses of ice and rock that were all being pulled along in the same direction by the planets gravity. Chunks of the debris began running into the crafts' energy shields, sparkling as they dissipated. This just added to the beauty of the scene.

Bernie turned to Streek and stroked his long, dark brown hair and looked into his dark eyes. "Oh Streek, I think this is the most romantic place you've ever taken me." She brought her lips to his and kissed him passionately. Streeks' hands rubbed along the fabric of her dark red jumpsuit, down her back and butt as they kissed. His cock strained out against his own olive green jumpsuit.

She stopped kissing and smiled at him, "We've done it in the Ivan Drago plenty of times, but we haven't fucked in your Hornet yet. It's a bit squashy, but I'm sure we'll manage." 

Streek smiled back, "If it's a bit squashy for you, I can do something about that. He reached over and tapped at the console in front of him. 

Bernie let out an "ooh" as she got a strange feeling in her stomach. She began to float. "I think I've lost some weight. Zero-G sex, how kinky." Her big boobs floated up in front of Streeks' face. He reached out to grab them but Bernie floated up further and pressed against the curved glass canopy that covered the cockpit.

Streek unstrapped himself from the pilot seat and pushed himself up into the hazy air. He pressed into her soft body and their lips locked together again as they both slowly drifted downwards. Streeks' back hit the padded chair and Bernies' curvaceous body pressed into him before it started drifting away again. Streek tried to grab her but just ended up pushing her up against the glass. Bernie giggled, her face was all hot and flushed. Luckily her long blonde hair was tied back, or it would have been flowing all over the place.

Streek was all worked up now, he needed to free his hard cock. He quickly unzipped the front of his jumpsuit. Bernie started doing the same. They turned and bobbed around as they clumsily got undressed. Bernies' knee pushed into Streeks' face. "Sorry." she said to him, looking down at him through his legs. She laughed as she reached out and got hold of his hard cock. 

Streek helped pull her jumpsuit down past her boots. His head rose up between her spread legs, looking down at her small white panties. He rubbed at her pussy through the fabric and Bernie moaned softly. The fabric became wet as he continued forcefully rubbing at her soft folds. 

Bernie held his cock firmly and rubbed it as her head went through the holographic display screen. Streek stopped rubbing and hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down. Streek loved the sight of her tight, shaven pussy, it never failed to drive him wild. He lunged forward and buried his mouth into it and then he hit his head on the glass. Bernie cried out and let go of Streeks' cock as her face pressed into the seat. Zero gravity sex could be pretty awkward.

Streek had a firm hold of her ass and kept his face buried into her crotch as his tongue explored her wet insides. He brought his hand up and started gently rubbing the soft folds around the clitoris. Bernie softly moaned with pleasure. 

Streek was one guy who knew what it felt like, having your pussy eaten. He was a woman for a while, and he had lesbian sex with Bernie a couple of times. He wished now that they had done it more, but he still loved eating out her pussy. He loved the smell and the taste of her, and especially the wet, warm, tight feeling of her in his mouth. And the way she responded to it, he loved making her moan in pleasure.

Outside the craft, the chunks of ice and rock of all sizes continued hitting the energy shield and sparking up. Bernie had got hold of Streeks' cock again and moved herself around so that she could bring her face to it. Streek moaned in pleasure as she took it into her warm mouth. He continued to lustily eat her out. Then Streeks' head went through the holographic display screen, somehow they had gotten into a slow spin.

They both continued to orally pleasure each other, continually bumping into the edges of the cockpit. Bernie was getting very wet, and Streek was lapping it up, he loved the taste of her, and he loved the feeling of her wet sucking mouth around his cock.  

Suddenly alarms started sounding in the cockpit. Streek looked through the glass ahead of them. They were coming up on a huge icy boulder, larger than the Hornet. "Oh Drakk!" cried out Streek, quickly scrambling out from between Bernies' legs and pulling himself to the control stick. He pulled the stick sideways and the fighter craft banked right and scraped the huge rock as it went past.

He was breathing quickly as he scanned the debris field outside the craft. Bernie laughed behind him, "Now you're adding the element of danger. You really know how to turn a girl on!" 

Streek turned to her laughing, "That was a close one." 

"Yeah, crisis averted. Now come on Streek, I need you to show me how good you are with your other control stick."

"I've shown you plenty of times."

"Hurry up and fuck me Bonehead!" 

Streek pushed off from the front console and floated right into Bernies' arms. They both floated back into the rear wall of the cockpit and Bernies' big boobs pressed into Streek. They had a firm hold of each other as they floated forward again. Bernie wrapped her legs around him. 

Streeks' hard cock was poking up at her ass. She reached down and helped line it up with her wet cunt. They pressed into the glass again and Streeks' cock pushed through her soft lips and slipped up inside her. Bernie let out a pleasurable sigh as her tender insides tightly hugged his member. He brought his face to hers' and their lips locked together again.

They stopped kissing, "I love you Baby." said Streek softly. 

"Yeah, I know. Fuck me!"

Streek slowly pulled his cock back and then struggled to push it forward. He couldn't get much leverage to fuck her, perhaps Zero-G sex wasn't such a good idea. Bernie giggled at his efforts, she still had her legs wrapped tightly around him. 

He spread his legs wide, trying to get a firm foothold. Then he noticed the debris field starting to spin around. Streek realised he had his foot on the control stick and sent the Hornet into a spin. He quickly removed his foot and the craft soon stabilised. Bernie giggled again. 

He got his footholds and pressed her firmly up against the glass canopy. Streek started working his cock into her with deep steady strokes. "Ooh yeah! That's good baby. Keep doing that." cried out Bernie. It was a lot of effort, but it was fantastic. Streek was never happier than when he was joined with Bernie.

He reached up and hooked his fingers into her white bra and pulled it down, his hands groped and squeezed at her big boobs while he fucked her. He used to have big boobs like that, mostly they were a pain, but he liked it when Bernie played with them. 

He started fucking her too enthusiastically and lost his footholds and they both began floating backwards again. He went back into the padded seat and Bernie grabbed onto the sides of it and kept him pinned there. She giggled and started grinding her hot pussy up and down on top of him. Streek leant forward and moved his mouth to her big breasts. He started sucking on a rosy hard nipple as she fucked him.

Bernie was moaning loudly as her crotch was slapping up and down on his hard member. Streek could feel the pleasure building. He did his best to hold off. He loved it when they both came together, and Bernie had told him how she loved the feeling of him spurting into her climaxing pussy more than anything in the universe. He could tell by her heavy breathing and loud moans that she wasn't far off as well.

It was difficult, but Streek managed to hold back until Bernie cried out, "Oooh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! I'm gunna cum!" She let go of the chair and held Streek tightly as they floated up again. Streek groaned and his cock throbbed and spurted his hot cum inside her. Bernies' pussy seemed to grip the throbbing cock even tighter as she moaned loudly as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

She kicked out and caught the trigger for the missile launcher. The stinger missile shot out from the craft and slammed into a large chunk of ice. The explosion in front of them lit up the floating ice chunks around them in a whole spectrum of different colours. Tiny bits of debris were thrown onto the energy shields, causing a shower of bright whizzing sparks. 

Bernie and Streek both looked out on the spectacular scene with big smiles on their faces. "Wow! ...orgasmic!" said Bernie quietly as the light died down. She turned back to Streek and kissed him as they hugged each other tightly. His cock still buried deep within her. Streek never wanted this moment to end.

Then his TAB started ringing. He sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Bernie, his cock slipping out from her wet cunt. He started rummaging through his floating jumpsuit. Bernie let out a sigh too, "Just ignore it Streek."

"It could be important." said Streek, pulling the small grey device out and tapping it. The holographic head of pretty, young, red-headed woman appeared over it. 

"Streek, where the fuck are you?" said Mia.

"I'm out, ...on patrol."

"You're not rostered for patrol right now, I checked."

"Yeah, well I'm doing it anyway, ...going above and beyond."

"I'll say you are." said Bernie smiling.

"Is that Bernie?" 

"How's it going Ranga?" said Bernie.

Mia sighed loudly, "Patrolling my ass. If you two could stop humping each other like horny bunnies, we've got a war to prepare for. Get your ass back here Streek, you still have to show me how you do your energy absorption trick."

"I told you Mia, I don't know how I do that."

"Then you gotta find out. Grandpa is here ready to do his scans. So get back here now. You don't want me to come out there hunting for you!"

"Jeez, can't a guy get some time alone with his girl?"

"No, not right now he can't. Report back to base Sergeant."

"Yes Captain." He ended the communication and her holographic head disappeared. "Guess we better head back."

"We will." said Bernie, putting her arms around him again. She laughed, "Patrolling her ass! Let's just hump each other like horny bunnies one more time." She pressed her lips into his before he could say anything. 

When they finished kissing he smiled and said, "Aye Captain."

*****

The Sunnydale base had formed again around a rocky moon, one of the seven that were orbiting LIS-542. Some of the Residents had renamed it 'Moondale' but it didn't really stick. It consisted of hundreds of Resistance ships that were joined together. It hadn't quite formed the same way as it was in the Globular Cluster, and everyone was still getting used to the new layout.

The Hornet made its' way through the atmospheric shields of the large Frigate and Streek settled it down in its' spot next to the Ivan Drago, Bernies' new ship. The Ivan Drago, was an impressive small warship. Sleek and advanced, with a mighty power core. It had a crew of four; Bernie, Streek and two other Ben Anders clones.

Bernie and Streek climbed down from the Hornet, they were still glowing after having such a wonderful time together. Mia approached them at a brisk pace, she was wearing her white gi with a gold tipped black belt. Bruises were on her face, but they were rapidly fading as the nanobots inside her were healing her, she was also a clone.

"What the hell took you so long?" she said as she got to them.

"Didn't seem we were out there that long to me." said Streek.

"Time flies when you're having fun." said Bernie.

Mia looked up at the Hornet, "Is that bum prints up on your canopy?" Bernie laughed. "...Come on love birds. The Doc is waiting, time to get down to business."

"I'll leave you to it." said Bernie, "I'll see about getting the Drago ready for her first mission, make sure my clone brothers haven't messed around with the engines too much." She leant over and kissed Streek, "Thanks for the flight lover, you can do that again anytime."

"My pleasure Baby." said Streek smiling.

He followed Mia through the twisted maze of star ships and into a large empty cargo bay. Dr Arnott was there with Makita, a short, gnomish old man with white beard and glasses, he was also a clone. Makita was his android companion, highly advanced with white plating and androgynous human features. 

The other Mia was also there letting off a series of kicks at a large, black punching bag. She was also dressed in her white gi with black belt, her red hair tied up in a ponytail. Often they would wear different coloured clothes, but now it was impossible to tell the two of them apart. They were essentially the same person.

It came with being a clone. You were just a copy of someone. Streek had a fellow clone out there, as well as his sire, and possibly an evil female clone, he wasn't sure if she was still alive after their last encounter. If she was alive, she probably still wanted to kill him, after two failed attempts. She would have to get in line.

Dr Arnott had some scanning equipment set up and was checking it. "Hi Doc." said Streek as they approached them.

Dr Arnott smiled, "Oh hello Lis... Streek. How are you today?"

"Pretty great. But I get a feeling my day is about to get a lot more painful. You seem pretty chipper."

The other Mia had stopped attacking the punching bag and came over to them, "You know Grandpa, he loves his scans. Took you long enough to get here Streek."

"Your electrical energy absorption is a scientific mystery, I look forward to getting to the bottom of it." said Dr Arnott.

"Hey there Mak, how you doing buddy?" 

"I am functioning well thank you Streek." said the android in her monotone voice.

Streek looked at Dr Arnott, "I'm not looking forward to this, it still really hurts when I get shocked you know."

"Yeah, we know." said one of the Mias, "We've been trying to do it ourselves, without any success."

"Yeah, well I couldn't do it at first. Not until I fought my clone."

"We tried that." said Mia.

"Yeah, and I won." said the other.

"Bullshit you did."

"Are you gunna put a slave collar on me or something?" Streek asked Dr Arnott.

"No. Here, take this." Dr Arnott tossed him a small object.

Streek caught it and examined it, it was a thick silver ring with small black nub on it. "Ooh Doctor, this is all so sudden."

"That came from the arms department. It was designed to deliver a powerful electric shock when a punch is thrown. It was a small matter to reverse it so that the shock was delivered to the wearer."

"Oh, great." said Streek, putting it on. The ring was loose, but soon automatically tightened around his finger.

"Care to test it out?" said Dr Arnott, gesturing toward the bag Mia was hitting. 

Streek walked over to it. "Here goes." he said, getting into a fighting stance. Dr Arnott held up his scanner and both Mias were watching with interest. Makita just stood there, quietly watching. Streek threw a straight right punch and then cried out in agony and staggered back as the painful electric current surged through his body. 




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 01



"Ow, FUCK!!" he cried out. The little ring packed a hell of a punch.

"That didn't look like it made you stronger." said Mia.

"No, it doesn't seem to work when I'm cool and calm."

"Interesting." said Dr Arnott.

"Get yourself worked up then Streek, stop fucking around." said the other Mia.

Streek approached the bag with his fists raised again. It wasn't too hard to get himself worked up. There were several faces he could imagine; Captain Naeme, Clevens, Tank, Sadie, his clone, Skylar. He allowed his anger and hatred to rise. He threw another punch. It really hurt again, but this time he felt the raw power fill him.

Streek continued to pummel the punching bag with a series of punches. His body was racked with pain and raw energy. Each right punch caused the ring to surge and fill him with more power. Then he threw his hands forward, releasing the stored up energy. The bag was ripped to pieces and the bright blue ball shot out into the far wall of the cargo bay with great speed. A thunderous boom echoed around the large room and a large, smouldering dent was left in the wall.

"Yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!" both Mias said simultaneously and excitedly.

Streek was breathing heavily and his heart was beating fast as he looked over at the far wall. "How do you feel Streek?" asked Dr Arnott.

"Great. I felt really powerful, ...and the release, ...it feels good!"

"Found another way to get your rocks off eh?" teased Mia.

Dr Arnott looked over the scanner in his hand. "The discharged power is greater than any portable weapon we're able to produce. Hmmm, as suspected, it's your nanobots that hold the charge. Likely a part of their defence mechanics, like the bio-regeneration. In fact is seems your bio-regeneration works much faster while your nanobots are holding a charge, in addition to you becoming stronger. They can only hold so much though, then they need to release before the raw energy tears you apart."

"But we've got nanobots. Why can't we do it?" said Mia.

"It's not automatic like the regeneration. It seems there needs to be a trigger for it. What were you doing the first time it happened Streek?"

"Trying not to be killed by my crazy clone. I fought back, even though I was wearing a slave collar."

"I see, fighting for your survival. That might do it. How did you feel?"

"I was angry, ...furious, she had threatened Bernie."

"Ah, it is obvious your feelings for Bernadette run very deep. Perhaps it is an extreme emotional response that is the trigger."

"So we've been going about this the wrong way." said Mia.

"We've been trying to do this with a clear and focused mind, as per our martial arts training." said the other.

"But an extreme emotional response is what's needed eh?"

"We've got a lot a rage deep inside us. We just need to tap into it."

"Give me the ring." they both said together.

Streek took the ring off and threw it between them. The two young redheads pushed at each other. One of them snatched it from the air. "Fuck you, give it here bitch!" said the other. She just smiled at her clone as she put it on.

Makita had set up another punching bag. Mia approached it, "Just need to get mad." She raised her fists and clenched her teeth as she looked at the punching bag. "Fuckin' Blue-coats! Fuckin' Black-jacks! Rapist assholes! You'll pay for everything you've done!"

There was an intense look in her green eyes and she growled as she threw a hard punch. The powerful shock surged through her body and she cried out in pain, but she didn't get any stronger. "Damn it! Why can't I do it?!" she yelled angrily and threw another punch. There was just more pain, making her legs go weak and she staggered back. 

"Why can't I do it?!!" she yelled out coming forward again and throwing another hard punch. The powerful shock surged through her and she dropped to the ground. 

"Mia, that's enough!" called out Dr Arnott.

"Drakk it! That little ring packs a punch. I'm mad a hell!" said Mia, sitting up.

"Pass the ring sis. Let me have a go." said the other Mia.

"Perhaps it was a fluke. Maybe it is something only Streek can do. I need to look over this data more thoroughly. I don't want you girls killing yourselves in the meantime." said Dr Arnott.

"If Streek can do it, I can do it." said Mia putting on the ring.

Dr Arnott sighed, "There is something else I wanted to show you Streek. Would you mind getting a belt for him Makita."

"Yes, let's belt him up." said Makita, she reached in amongst Dr Arnotts' gear and handed a grey black metallic belt to Streek.

"Thanks. What does it do?" asked Streek, feeling the weight of it, pretty heavy for a belt.

"That's a personal energy shield. Our weapons division have finally perfected it for practical use. We're making it standard issue for all Resistance personnel."

"This'll stop me from getting shot?"

"That's the idea. It works like the energy shields on a starship, absorbing all incoming fire. Its' charge is finite, an alarm will warn you when it is getting low."

Mia screamed out in pain as she hit the punching bag, then she cursed loudly and lashed out again.

Dr Arnott continued, "They haven't been able to practically replicate the two-way function of a starships' shields, so it will absorb fire from the wearer as well."

"So it will take the fight up close and personal." said Streek. "That's where I shine."

"Yes, but don't become reliant on them, like I said, the charge is limited, and we don't know what weapon technology our enemies are developing, they may come up with a weapon that can penetrate our shields. Also, it won't protect you against slower moving thrown weapons, like blades and grenades, so you need to look out for that. Would you like to test it out?"

"Yeah, let's do it."

Streek tested out his new shield belt for a while. The two Mias kept at it, but only continued to curse loudly as they were continually shocked. Dr Arnott had left with Makita to go over the data he had obtained. 

A while later, the Mia clones had settled down. One of them handed the ring back to Streek. "We're gunna get our own shock rings. I'm not gunna give up on this until I can do it."

"I don't doubt it." said Streek.

"So, the Ivan Drago is heading off for her first mission soon eh?"

"Yeah, we launch at zero seven hundred tonight. Just a simple recruitment mission."

"Don't ever go assuming things will be simple. The dangerous galaxy is getting a whole lot more dangerous now."

"Yeah, I learned we gotta be ready for just about anything."

"I don't know if we'll be here when you get back, so I'll see you when I see you. Take care out there."

"You too Mia, ...and Mia. Good luck with the energy absorption thing." Mia came forward and hugged him and then the other Mia came and wrapped her arms around him as well. Streek had only known her a short time, but they had become quite close friends.

Streek left the cargo bay and started making his way through the maze of starship corridors. Outside a set of turbolifts he came across Kira. The slim, young and pretty brunette was one of the students he was instructing in close quarters combat. She was wearing her yellow tracksuit. 

She smiled when she saw him. "Hi Sergeant McKenzie."

"Hey Kira, how's it going?"

"Good thanks. Ha, I still need to get used to you being a man. I was just going to the gym to work out. Do you happen to have time for some more tutoring?"

"Sorry, I gotta get ready. I'm going to be out in the field for a while."

"Oh." her smile faded. "...Take care out there."

"I will. Don't worry, I have a good captain. I'll be back before you know it. I've asked Captain Mia Bolton to give you a little tutoring while I'm away, if that's allright with you."

"The Mia Bolton, wow. She's a bit of a legend around here. so are you Sergeant, after New Heidi and Verona." 

"Well stuff like that tends to get blown up out of proportion. Mia is an awesome fighter though, you could learn a lot from her."

"Yeah, I will. See you later Sergeant. Good luck."

"Yeah, see ya Kira."

Streek was a little apprehensious about having Mia train his student. He remembered how she trained him, throwing him in the deep end against dangerous holobots. She can be pretty intense, but that might be good for Kira, ...if it doesn't kill her. 

*****

Around Twelve hundred hours SGT, Streek was back inside the Hornet, running all the pre-flight checks. The cockpit still smelt like marijuana smoke and sex. "You ready to go there bonehead?" came Bernies' voice over the comm.

"Ready when you are Blondie."

"Ivan Drago to control, requesting clearance for departure."

"Hornet One to control," added Streek, "Requesting clearance for departure."

"Clearance granted." said Rolley over the comm. "Good luck out there Bernie and Streek."

The flat, curved form of the Ivan Drago, lifted off from the steel floor of the spacious landing bay and turned on the spot. The thrusters on each sloped wing powered up and it smoothly flew out through the atmospheric shields and into space. Moments later the red and white, spearhead shaped fighter did the same, flying out behind it.

The two spacecraft zoomed off, leaving the Sunnydale base. They flew by the moon their base was orbiting. It's surface was half pale white and half dark, and not from the shadow. It's dual-tone surface had it nicknamed 'Yin-Yang' by the Resistance members.

They flew past LIS-542, the huge peach, brown and white gas giant with the large shining ring system. Streek smiled as he looked down at the rings, remembering what they got up to in there. "It's still beautiful." said Bernie over the comm.

"Almost as beautiful as you." said Streek.

"Barf, It's just a big ball of gas." came Bens' voice.

"You are! Get ready to dock with us when we're clear of its gravity well Streek."

"Aye Captain."

Soon they were out in space, with the gas giant and its' moons far behind them. Streek slowly approached the Ivan Drago from behind. He lightly manipulated the controls as the Hornet moved into its' tight slot underneath. He realised he was coming in on an angle and overcorrected, the Hornet scraped loudly along the side.

"Hey go easy!" said Bernie over the comm. 

"Just feeling my way in."

"My Baby doesn't like it rough. You haven't been practicing this have you? Just been spending all your time on combat scenarios." 

The Hornet eased into place and the clamps grabbed it and pulled the fighter up into the underside of the starship. Streek powered the Hornet down and opened the canopy. He climbed out of the cockpit and up the short ladder to the hatch above him.

The hatch opened up and Ben-Two offered his hand. Streek grabbed it and was helped up into the ships corridor. "Welcome aboard the Drago Sergeant." 

"Thanks Sergeant." Like Bernie, he was a clone of his best friend since high-school, Ben Anders. He was wearing a brown jumpsuit with a 2 printed on the chest so that he could be told apart from his identical clone.

"How's the Hornet flying?"

"Fine, very smoothly."

"Any chance I can take her out for a spin some time? Y'know since I saved your life with it and all."

"Maybe. If the opportunity comes up."

"I've shot down six other craft with it, including the Cthulhu. How many have you shot down?"

"Sixty four."

"I'm not talking about Sim-fighters dickhead."

"I'll rack a score up soon enough."

"Ha! If you don't slam it into an iceberg first."

"Bernie told you about that?"

"No secrets between clones." said Ben-Two laughing as he walked off down the corridor.

Streek entered the cockpit. Bernie was sitting in the Captains chair, he bent down and kissed her on the cheek, "Hey Baby."

"That's 'Hey Captain Baby' while we're in the cockpit."

Streek sat down in the chair next to her and gave her a mock salute, "Aye Captain." He looked up at the viewscreen, it was a holographic three sixty degree viewscreen like the one in Dr Arnotts' Avatari. He turned and saw the ringed planet getting smaller behind them. 

Streek let out a sigh, "So, ...back to New Heidi."

Bernie looked at him seriously, "You sure you're okay with it Streek? Things were pretty fucked up there last time."

"Nah, I'm fine. I'm just not sure why General Bolton wants us to recruit ...him. I don't like the guy."

"Oh, he's not so bad once you get to know him." said Bernie smiling.

Streek brought up a holographic star map on the console in front of him. "You're taking us through some systems flagged with high pirate activity." He remembered the time Ben had plotted a coarse through Pirate territory and it had ended very badly for them. But they only had a small vulnerable shuttle then, not a powerful warship like the Ivan Drago.

"Yeah, I am. We are in unprotected space. I'm not going out of my way to avoid Black-jacks." 

"You're hoping to run into them aren't you?"

"Maybe I am."

Soon the Ivan Drago launched into hyper-warp and started speeding through interstellar space, away from the Lister system.

*****

Nine hours later, the Ivan Drago dropped into the Forza system, another red dwarf system. It soon jumped into hyper-warp again without incident. Six and a half hours after that, it dropped into a binary star system called Shodan.

"I'm picking up a couple of ships a few hundred clicks away." said Ben-Three from his station in the cockpit. "Mid-sized gunships by the look of it, no identifiers."

"Bingo, we got some pirates. Our identifiers show us as a neutral trading vessel. Our real power output is masked. Let's see what they do." said Bernie.

"Remember, some PA ships are xenoform as well." said Streek.

"That'll make it a fair fight then. But I'm not too concerned if it's not. Pirates never worry about a fair fight."

Ben-Three spoke up again, "They've changed coarse Captain, heading our way."

"Yeah, those pirate fuckers are looking over at us, thinking we're a nice wet pussy. They're coming to get some action. But they don't realise the Drago is actually a big fat cock, ready to fuck them hard."

"Two hard cocks." said Streek. "Permission to engage them in the Hornet Captain?"

"Oh I'm not gunna stop you. I know you've been dying to take the Hornet into action. Go get 'em Sergeant."

Pretty soon the two star ships descended on them, firing a barrage of red lasers. They were both pretty much identical. a bulky disc shape, almost twice as big as the Drago. They had black hulls with blue Stingray motifs painted on the side. There was no mistaking they were part of the Pirate Alliance.

The Ivan Dragos' powerful shields soaked up the volley of laser fire as they passed. The Hornet fighter disconnected from the underside of the ship and drifted downward, before powering up its' thrusters and shooting off.

The two pirate gunships came around for another pass. This time the Ivan Drago had deployed its' twin repeater laser cannons and had them powered up. As the Pirates started firing again, the Drago returned fire with a barrage of yellow laser bolts that pummelled the shields of both ships. 

"It doesn't look like they're xenoform." said Ben-Three in the cockpit. "Our shields are sitting comfortably in the green. Theirs are a different story."

"This is the point where they realise they picked a fight with the wrong bitch." said Bernie grinning. "...They're fucked!"

"It doesn't look like they're making another pass. They're running."

"I'm taking us after them. Destroy them at your leisure Sergeant, just watch for the Hornet."

The Ivan Drago shot off in pursuit of the two pirate ships. The Hornet swooped in ahead of them, firing its' quad lasers at one of the enemy craft. Missiles began launching from the black ships, one after another. 

Streek targeted the incoming missiles and they began exploding in space. A couple got through and exploded on the Hornets' energy shields, but they barely had an impact on the powerful craft. More missiles exploded on the Dragos' shields.

One of the Pirate gunships broke away from the other. Streek continued to pursue it as they both fired laser bolts at each other. The Drago continued to wear down the shields of the other craft.

"That's it Captain, their shields are failing. They're hailing us."

"Not interested. Go in for the kill." said Bernie.

"Aye Captain."

The Dragos' powerful laser cannons continued firing, they stopped impacting on the energy shield and started slamming into the hull of the black gunship. The ship desperately tried to moved about and avoid the laser fire as pieces of it were ripped off. The yellow laser fire tore into the centre of the ship and it was suddenly engulfed in a large silent explosion. Debris scattered through space in all directions.

"Yeah! Take that you pirate motherfuckers!" said Bernie joyfully. She opened up a comm to the Hornet. "That's one Pirate ship that's had a good fucking. Haven't you finished with your bitch yet Streek?"

"Just give me a minute baby. I'm enjoying myself here."

"Don't keep me waiting too long Stud."

The Hornet stayed in pursuit of Pirate gunship, easily absorbing all its' fire and steadily wearing down its' shields. Soon it met the same fate as its' sister ship, exploding violently. 

"Was it good for you Baby?" asked Bernie.

"Fuckin' fantastic." said Streek.

"Good, now return to the Drago. We've still got a mission to complete. Unfortunately it's not hunting down pirates this time."

"Aye Captain."

***** 

Streek returned the Hornet to the Ivan Drago and docked much smoother this time. He made his way to the cockpit where Bernie, Ben-Two and Ben-Three were.

"That's a few less pirates the galaxy has to worry about." said Streek.

"Ah ha, sit down Streek. We're about to jump." said Bernie. The ship shuddered slightly and the viewscreen went black. Bernie stood up, "You two, put together a report on how the ship performed in our little sortie. I'm going to inspect the engine room. Would you care to assist me Sergeant McKenzie?"

"Sure." said Streek smiling, he knew what sort of assistance she had in mind.

When they left Ben-Three said, "Why does she always get him to assist her in the engine room? We know a lot more about engineering than him."

Bernie and Streeks' lips were locked together, kissing passionately as they entered the engine room. Streeks' hands groped at her ass and large boobs. His hard cock strained out in front of him.

Bernie was all hot and flushed, "I'm not your captain right now Streek, I'm your dirty whore. Use me however you want."

Streek gave her a big grin, "Shut up and take your clothes off whore!"

Bernie quickly pulled down her jumpsuit and slipped off her grey D-cup bra and panties so that she was standing in front of him wearing only her boots and a smile. Streek had slipped out of his own jumpsuit and his hard six-inch cock was poking out in front of him. "On your knees." he told her.

Bernie obediently got dropped to her knees and straight away got hold of his cock and balls. She rubbed his balls and shaft as she took the cock-head into her mouth. Streek moaned with pleasure at the feeling of the warm, wet mouth sucking him. Her tongue rubbed around his head. Streek still marvelled at how good she was at that.

She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. Streek smiled down at her, "Ooh yeah, you're such a good whore." He ran his fingers through her light blonde hair as she began bobbing her head back and forth, taking him deeper and sucking harder. 

He stood there in ecstasy for a while as Bernie expertly rubbed and sucked his hard member. "Yeah, that feels fuckin' great baby, but I wanna get some of your hot pussy as well."

Bernie took is wet cock out from her mouth and smiled up at him, "My hot pussy wants you too."

She stood up in front of him and he leant forward and kissed her as he grabbed her big boobs and squeezed them. Then he firmly turned her around and bent her over so that she leant up against the pulsing bright blue power core. Bernie wriggled her big round butt at him and Streek gave it a playful slap. Her pussy looked nice and wet.




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 01



Streek wasted no time grabbing his hard, wet cock and pushing it through her soft lips and deep inside the tight hole. His groin pressed up against her ass as he completely buried his member inside her. Bernie let out a loud pleasurable moan. Streek grabbed her ass and started rocking his hips back and forth with deep, hard strokes.

Bernie continued to moan loudly as he banged her from behind. There was a constant slapping sound as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. After a while he could feel a powerful orgasm coming on. 

He grunted and groaned as he sped up his thrusts and Bernie moaned even louder. "Ooh Yeah! Aaaah!" cried out Streek as he spurted into her. His warm, wet cum filled her tight hole. Streek groaned as his cock throbbed again and more cum spurt out.

He slowly pulled out from Bernies' sopping wet hole and some pearly white cum dripped out after it. Bernie stood up again and turned around. "I'll be a good whore and clean you up." she said as she got back down on her knees. 

Streek sighed softly as she took his slimy member in her mouth and softly sucked and rubbed her tongue around it. "Baby, you're the best." Bernie mumbled something around his cock. "Hey, didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

*****

They jumped through four more systems without incident, passing into Federation controlled territory. Around fifty two hours after launching from base, they were approaching the planet of New Heidi.

"There's a Federation presence here, but nothing like the blockade last time." said Bernie from the captains seat.

Streek looked at the blue green planet slowly growing larger in the viewscreen. There seemed to be quite a bit of activity around it, with ships coming and going. New Heidi was a busy trading hub. "Do you think the war will find its' way here?" 

"So far the Pirate Alliance has just been raiding along the borders, but I'm sure that will change. Listening to General Bolton and Dr Arnott talk, there's no part of the galaxy that's safe."

The Ivan Drago made its way through the blazing atmosphere and to the huge city of Rodfern. It was currently in the middle of the day cycle, facing the systems' large yellow star. The city began to fill the viewscreen as they flew down to it. It was grey and infinitely complex, with jagged buildings poking up everywhere. Craft of all shapes and sizes were buzzing about.

Bernie piloted the Drago down through all the activity and into the shadows of the undercity. The concrete walls seemed to be closing in around them as they descended. Then Bernie landed the starship onto a relatively clear platform, very close to where the Avatari landed last time they were there.

Fairly soon, Bernie and Streek were walking through the dim, slums of the undercity. The concrete ceiling loomed around four meters above them, stretching out into the darkness.

"We're not far from the place where we first had lezzo sex." said Bernie smiling.

"Great lezzo sex." said Streek. "Too bad things got so fucked up after that."

"Because of me. I told you I was sorry about that right."

"Yeah, so let's just move on. We gotta find my sire and clone brother. If they're even still here."

"If they're not, then we'll find out where they are."

"Why does the Resistance even want them anyway?"

"You should be flattered. The General obviously thinks you're useful if he wants a couple more of you. The clone can take some mind-writes at least."

"Oh, and I'd be useless without the combat experience loaded into my brain eh?"

"Not totally useless, you'd still be sexy. Would you consider it cheating if I did those two?"

"Yes!" said Streek turning to her.

Bernie smiled at him, "So we can't have a nice Streek sandwich with a Bernie filling?"

Streek just shook his head, "You're a naughty girl. I might have to spank you later."

"Oooh, now your talking." 

They walked on further through the dank, trashy undercity. They could vaguely remember where they encountered the original Streek last time, it seemed a good place to start.

"I think we might be on Rusty Razors turf." said Bernie. "No sign of them though. Maybe they learned their lesson last time." In fact the whole area seemed eerily deserted. The mangy dogs and human trash they saw littered about last time was quite scarce. 

They looked around for a while until they found the old abandoned shop where Streek and his clone were hiding out last time. It was in a deserted area of the undercity that had trash and rubble everywhere. It was also dimmer there than other areas and dark shadows were everywhere. 

Bernie called out, "Hello? Anyone here?"

"You there Streek? It's me ...Streek." He pulled the large broken door away from the front and set it aside. Inside the dilapidated building was dark and it smelt terrible. Bernie pulled a glo-stick from her pocket and snapped it on. Both of them cautiously entered. The stick brought a dim light to the small room. It reminded Streek of the dark interrogation room of the Resolve, the last time he came to New Heidi.

Streek was stepping in something wet, he looked down at the wide dark pool of liquid under his feet. Was that blood? Then Bernie let out a gasp. Streek looked over at the dusty counter and saw them, two lifeless heads, exactly like his. Streek reeled in shock. He suddenly felt very ill. 

"Oh fuck! Who killed them?" said Bernie. She seemed as disturbed by the sight as he was. Both the Streek heads had been placed side by side on the counter, facing them. Their lifeless eyes were open and staring blankly. Streek couldn't hold back any more, he turned and bent over and threw up on the floor.

"Streek..." Bernie sounded very worried now. "...They were left here for us to find. I think we're in real danger here." She glanced out the doorway and suddenly yelled out, "Get down!!"

She bowled into Streek and knocked him to the ground as something shot into the building. There was loud explosion and a shockwave ripped through them. A fireball erupted around them as the old abandoned shop was ripped apart by an explosion.

Bits of fiery debris were rebounding off Bernies' personal energy shield. She looked down into Streeks' eyes. "Are you okay Streek?"

Streek nodded, "Yeah." he was a little shell shocked, but was otherwise unharmed. Both of them slowly got up from the rubble. The air was thick with smoke around them, but they could see several figures across the street.

"They're still alive." called out someone. Streek looked them over, he counted eight of them. All were heavily armoured and heavily armed. 

"Don't see any black jackets." said Bernie, "Looks like mercenaries or bounty hunters. Let's take 'em out."

"I'm with you." said Streek. The two of them began sprinting across the street toward their attackers. The bounty hunters seemed surprised to have their targets running straight toward them, they soon opened up with their weapons. A barrage of laser and bullet fire struck their shields.

Streek ran up to a big guy in green armour who was firing a laser rifle at him. He swiftly jumped and delivered a hard flying kick to his head, knocking him back. Another big guy let off a powerful shotgun blast into his shield from nearby. Streek leapt forward with a straight kick to his chest. He swiftly kicked the shotgun out of his hand, it could do some real damage if he let it off inside his shield.

There was the sound of gunfire all around him. Nearby there was the thwacking sound as Bernie struck out at other bounty hunters. They seemed to be professionals, but they weren't expecting personal energy shields, or their marks bringing the fight to close quarters.

Streek ducked as the big man swung a large knife at him. He came up with a strong right uppercut and was surprised when an intense painful surge shot through him. He had forgotten about the modified shock ring he was wearing. He could feel the power build up within him. Streek grabbed the mans' hand before he could swing the knife again and delivered a straight right punch to his head, giving himself another painful shock.

Streek felt strong. The big bounty hunter was surprised when he grabbed onto his armour and lifted him up off the ground. Streek tossed him into the other big guy. He quickly leapt onto them, pulling out his vibro-blade knife from his belt. His knife plunged into the base of the bounty hunters' skull, killing him.

Streek pulled his bloody knife from the head and brought it toward the other man. The bounty hunter reached up and grabbed his arm trying to stop him. The man was much bigger than Streek, but Streek was powered up. He growled and lunged down, stabbing the blade through the mans' neck. Dark blood gushed out from the deep wound and he stared wide eyed at Streek as he died.

Streek caught some movement in his peripheral vision and quickly rolled away, but a blade slashed through his right shoulder. Streek cried out and dropped his knife as he felt the intense pain. The attacker came at him, continuing to swing the long blade as he moved back, barely dodging the attacks. He stepped back, barely dodging a swift sword-strike and then came forward, kicking his attacker away.

It was a brown skinned woman, in black, light armour. Her black hair was tied back and she had a hard look in her eyes as she stared Streek down. She was holding a vibro-blade katana in front of her. Streek clutched his shoulder as blood spilled out and ran down his arm. The cut went deep. His regenerating nanobots would heal it, but the blood loss could affect him. He could still hear Bernie fighting nearby.

"So you're the thirty million dollar man." she said, looking at him coldly.

"Some jobs you just shouldn't take." said Streek. "Walk away now. I'll let you."

"Why would I do that when I have you at a disadvantage? Get him Rizzla."

Streek quickly turned to see the android coming at him. He struck out at it with his left fist. The clunky, metallic grey android swiftly grabbed his arm. Streek struggled against it, but he was immensely strong. He cried out loudly as the android squeezed and snapped the bones his wrist.

The woman stepped forward raising her sword high, "Dead or alive. I always prefer dead!" Suddenly Bernie bowled into her, knocking her away.

Streek roared and started hitting the androids' hard torso with his right fist. Between the shattered wrist, the impact running through his wounded shoulder and the electrical shocks from the ring, Streek was in a world of pain. 

"Your punches are not damaging me human." said Rizzla.

Streeks' fist was now glowing. "No, but this will!" He threw his hand up at the androids' head and a ball of blue light shot forward, sending the head up into the concrete ceiling where it smashed to pieces.

He looked over and saw Bernie on top of the female bounty hunter, slamming her fists into her face. Blood splattered out with each hard punch. Bernie stopped punching and the woman wasn't moving. "Yeah, stay away from my man Bitch!"

"Is she dead?" asked Streek.

"What am I, a doctor?" said Bernie getting up and wiping blood from her fists.

The androids' body was standing there motionless, still holding Streeks' arm. He flinched as he tried to pull free from it. "Here, I'll help you." said Bernie, coming over and straining as she pried open the metal hand. Streek got free and grabbed his wrist. "Is it broken?"

"Yeah." said Streek. He started punching the android with his right fist until it toppled over. 

"I think you got it Streek."

"Just building up some power. The Doc said I heal faster when I'm carrying a charge."

"Right." They heard some loud groaning nearby. "I hope our friend there is in a talkative mood."

Bernie and Streek approached the man lying on his back. His arm and leg were broken and bending out at awkward angles. He wore a pained expression on his bearded face. "How did you know we would be here?" asked Bernie looking down at him.

"Nnnagh, fuck you bitch!"

Bernie crouched down and pulled out her knife, "No, you're the one who's fucked." she waved the blade in front of his face. "Do you like your eyes? I like your eyes, maybe I'll keep them." The man grit his teeth and stared at her with hatred. "How did you know we would be here?"

"Nnnngh, ...it was a woman, ...with the Pirate Alliance. She told us where we could find you."

"Who is she?"

"She didn't tell us her name. She had dark hair, and big tits."

"Drakk!" said Streek. "It's her, my clone. She wouldn't send others to kill us, she knew we'd beat them. I bet she's waiting around to finish the job."

"Fuck!" said Bernie, getting out her TAB. "Captain Anders to Ivan Drago, come in." she waited a moment and there was no reply. "Ben-Two, Ben-Three, come in." She looked up at Streek with fear in her eyes, "We gotta get back to the Ivan Drago now!"

The two of them ran through the dank undercity, back to where their ship was docked. They kept alert, scanning for more possible dangers. By the time they got back to the landing zone, Streeks' wounds had healed. His wrist still hurt like hell, but he had full use of it now.

They slowed down and cautiously approached the ship with their shields active. Streek scanned the area, but could see nothing unusual. The entrance ramp to the ship was open. "Ben?" Bernie called out. "...Are you there? Either of you?"

Then a figure was walking down the ramp. A skinny woman with large breasts. She was wearing a dark green jumpsuit with a black vest and had a black slave collar around her neck. She looked exactly like Streek, when he was a woman. His clone. She walked right up to them.

"Hello Sire."

"Hello McKenzie." said Streek coldly.

"I go by the name Maxine now. So much for your ships' security. It thought I was you, how insulting."

"What did you do with my crew bitch?!" said Bernie.

She looked at Bernie and smiled. "Bernie, I saw the holo-vid of you getting tentacle fucked at the arena. You seemed to be enjoying yourself more than you aught to."

Bernie growled and clenched her fists. "Where's my fuckin' crew?"

"They're not in the ship, but somewhere nearby, and they're in trouble. Or maybe they're already dead, I don't know."

"Where are they bitch!! I'll beat it out of you!!" yelled Bernie, raising her fists.

"I'm not going to tell you. Are you going to go and look for them? or are you going to stand by and let more crew members die, like you did back at the holo-arena?"

"Go Bernie." said Streek. "I can handle her. I've beaten her twice already, this time I'll make sure she doesn't come back again."

"Yeah, run along Blondie. I'll see to you later." 

Bernie hesitated as she stared at Maxine with hate filled eyes. "Kill her Streek." she said as she turned and then ran off, scanning with her TAB. 

Maxine smiled at Streek as they were left there alone. "Tank says hi. He wants to kill you himself, but I'm gunna have to disappoint him. I'm glad you showed up. I gave it a fifty fifty chance you would come back here for your sire."

"Why did you have to kill them?"

"Because I hate them. You should have heard them begging for mercy, they were pathetic. You're much stronger than them, but I hate you even more. So I'm going to make you suffer more. The pre-match entertainment is over now, let's begin the main event." she said raising her fists.

"What, no mech this time? No pirate buddies? I thought you liked having me at a disadvantage."

"Who says I don't?" said Maxine, tapping her slave collar. "In response to you're previous question; yes, I do learn!" She suddenly lunged at Streek with a strong right punch. Streek was dodging as she came at him with frenzied attacks.

Maxines' slave collar was surging as she attacked, filling her with power. Streek noticed her getting faster and stronger. She was able to do the shock absorption trick too. He knew he had to get on the offensive to charge his own power. 

He swung his fist at her, but she swiftly grabbed his arm and let off a series of hard kicks into his torso and head. She finally kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him back several meters as he crashed onto the hard ground.

Maxines' eyes were glowing, she looked scary standing over the dazed Streek. "Feels good doesn't it? ...the raw power. The release feels pretty fuckin' good too. Especially when it kills." She suddenly threw her arms forward and the blue ball of light shot out at high speed, slamming into Streeks' energy shield. The shield dissipated around him, and his belt beeped loudly, warning him that it was down. Streek slowly stood up again.

"An energy shield." said Maxine. "Impressive. But it doesn't look like it will save you a second time." Streek just raised his fists again and stared at her intently. He Was hurting, but he knew he needed to focus here in order to survive.

Streek lunged at her and started attacking. It was far better to be on the offensive, charging his power. The painful shocks surged through him each time he connected with his right fist. His power built. Maxine was striking out as well, charging her power. Streeks' fists started glowing and so did Maxines' eyes. Their fighting got more intense as they pelted each other with strong, fast blows.

Maxine jumped into the air and shot a ball of light down at Streek. He barely managed to jump out of the way as it smashed into the ground with a thunderous boom. He tried to seize the opportunity to catch her off guard and roared as he threw out a bolt of light. Maxine rolled back as it shot past her and into a far wall, just missing her.

They quickly resumed attacking each other, letting fly with their fists and feet. They had worked their way out past the Ivan Drago, and toward the ledge of the large gap the ship flew in through. The gap stretched down a long way into the darkness below them.

Streek stepped back onto a small rusty platform the jutted out into the dark void, as Maxine laid on a series of high kicks. He was quickly running out of space behind him. She continued to press her attack, trying to force him over the edge. Streek suddenly reached forward and grabbed her and headbutted her face with a loud crunch. 

Maxine cried out in pain, "You Prick!!" Her eyes were glowing again. Streek took the opportunity to get the other side of her, away from the edge. She lashed out in anger, throwing her arms forward and releasing another energy bolt. Streek barely managed to dodge it and it slammed into the platform. The rusty steel platform suddenly dropped and tilted on an extreme angle. Maxine and Streek both cried out as they tumbled off the platform and were sent falling down into the darkness.

Streek screamed out as he plunged down into the dark void. Maxine had managed to angle herself so that she flew over and grabbed onto him. She roared as she started delivering punches to his chest and head. Streek couldn't believe it, she was still trying to kill him as they fell to their death.

Streek started fighting back and the power surged within him. Both of them were filling with more and more raw power as the attacked each other. Then, deep within the depths of the undercity there was a huge, powerful explosion. It could be felt for hundreds of blocks, and heard all throughout the huge city of Rodfern.

Up above, Bernie was knocked off her feet. She had just rescued her crew and defeated the several pirates that were holding them hostage. They were rocked by the loud explosion. "Oh my god! ...Streek!" 



Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Attack of the Sharks

This story contains graphic violence and rape. If you don't like that stuff feel free to not read it. Also feel free to leave a comment telling me how much you don't like rape. -Ax

*****

Sadie woke up to the sound of her TAB ringing loudly. She groaned and thumped the small device on the nightstand next to her bed making it stop. She had set her alarm for zero six hundred. They were launching off planet today, she had to make sure the Jaws was ready, she was the Captain after all.

The young woman slowly sat up and moaned as she rubbed her face. She was stark naked, she always slept in the nude. She felt like shit, that was nothing unusual. She got up from her bed and walked over to the ensuite and splashed some cold water on her face. 

Sadie looked at herself in the mirror, her spiky mohawk had flattened out in her sleep. She had silver rings and studs all through her face. She also had a large dark bruise on the left side of her face, a badly swollen lip and a gash on her forehead. 'Fuck, I look like I feel.' she thought to herself.

This was the day she thought she wouldn't see. Yesterday she was in the hands of the enemy and was surprised when they chose not to kill her. A lot of pirates died yesterday, but she wasn't among them. She wasn't feeling too grateful for being spared either. Not if she had to keep going on feeling like this every day.

Around four and a half months she had stayed clean, and for the same amount of time she was the captain of the Jaws. Was it worth it? She wasn't sure of anything anymore. At least she didn't have to bend over or get on her knees for some ape whenever he felt the urge to stick his cock into her. It was probably worth holding onto her captaincy while she could. 

Sadie spiked her mohawk up again and got dressed in her purple top, black leather pants and boots. She got into her black jacket, which was the unofficial uniform of the Pirate Alliance, and left the captains' quarters.

She entered the large bridge of the Jaws III. Three new crew members in their black jackets were standing around talking to each other. Their abrupt silence as she entered gave away that she was probably the topic of conversation, as well as the cold gaze each of them gave her. 

One of them, a sandy brown haired man in his mid twenties nodded her way, "Mornin' Captain." 

Sadie approached them, "Morning... Embley is it?"

He nodded and gave her a condescending smile. "Yes Ma'am."

Sadie coldly looked each of them over, there was also Rickson and Laars, recently transferred over from other Steel Shark ships. "Is there anything you new guys want to say to me? Anything you want to ask?"

There was a brief silence and then Embley spoke up, "Yeah, I was just wondering how many crew members have died under your command."

"A fair question. Eight, all up."

"And I heard even the mighty Tank has been shot up pretty bad. Not bad for a few months on the job. And now we've got the privilege of serving under you. Lucky us!"

Sadie was getting annoyed, she wasn't in the mood for putting up with this shit. "In case you haven't noticed Dickhead, we're at war. We're not one of those Pirate ships that just fuck around harassing little fish traders. Skylar has us doing the important shit. If you want to be a little pussy about it, you can just fuck off."

"Hey, I got no problem with high risk. As long as there's high reward to go with it. If I'm risking my neck for nothing, then you can just go get fucked."

"Don't worry about that, Skylar rewards those who serve her well, and the PA will soon be overflowing with the spoils of war. She's not so nice with those who fail her, so I'd just concentrate on not fucking up if I were you."

Embley nodded, "Fair enough. I know we'll be running important missions and shit like that, but will we be getting some pussy out there? I'm a hot-blooded man with needs. Perhaps you could take care of them personally Captain?" he looked at Sadie with a wide grin.

Sadie smiled back, "Sure, I'll cut your balls off, that should take care of your urges. Now get to work Assholes. We're launching in three hours and I don't want you standing around gossiping like a bunch of bitches. Any crewmen not pulling their weight, I consider more expendable than the rest." The three of them quickly dispersed. "Hey, Embley wait!" 

The man turned and looked at her coldly, "Yes Captain?" 

"Get me a cup of coffee. Black with four sugars, and no loogies." He looked annoyed, but slowly turned and went off to get it.

She had another new crew member assigned to her ship as well; Dr Morgan. Despite his grumpy and sarcastic demeanour, she thought he was allright, and from what she heard about him, he was a good doctor. Though she got the impression he didn't want to be there. It was Skylars' choice, not hers.

Sadie inspected the bridge briefly, and then Duff entered, wiping his oily hands on a rag, he had probably just came from the engine room. The ugly, bald-headed, overweight man knew the Jaws better than anyone, he had served as chief engineer for years under Captain Naeme, and for Captain Veach before that.

"Morning Duff." said Sadie.

"Captain." said the middle aged man nodding to her.

"So is she spaceworthy?"

"Will be. She didn't take any damage in yesterdays' battle, the shields held out. Just been havin' the same old compatibility problems with the Alien tech upgrades. Gunna do my fuckin' head in tryin' to figure that Alien shit out."

"Just keep her flying, that's all I ask."

"Yeah, it'll fuckin' fly, until the day that it doesn't."

Embley returned with Sadies' coffee. She smiled at him as she took the hot mug from him, "Thank you crewman."

"Hey, I wouldn't mind one of those too." said Duff.

"Go get a coffee for the Chief Engineer." ordered Sadie. Embley let out a loud sigh and shuffled off, swearing under his breath. She didn't have a fan there, fuck him.

Soon Sadie exited the ship, stepping down the stairs and into the huge hangar. Several other Pirate ships were docked there and there was a fair bit of activity going on around her. She sipped her coffee as she walked around, inspecting the grey and black hull of her large Sonycorp gunship. 

At the back of the Jaws III, one of her crewmen was piloting a loader. The hovering craft was picking up large crates and carrying them up the ramp, into the ships' cargo hold. Tank was there as well. Her huge first mate was picking up the heavy crates and carrying them into the cargo hold.

Sadie walked up to him as he was coming back down the ramp. He smiled down at her, "Mornin' Captain." 

"Morning Tank. Didn't the doctor say you were supposed to be taking it easy?"

"Nah, I feel fine. I'm ready to get stuck into this war. I'm sure it'll be lots of fun."

"So your new legs are working out for you then?"

He knocked his huge legs under his black pants and there was a metallic clang. "They're doin' what they're supposed to."

"Now he's a fuckin' cyborg as well." said the crewman as he drove the loader past them.

Sadie smiled. Of all her crew, Tank was the only one whose' loyalty she fully trusted. And that was enough. Tank was worth a hundred of all her other crew members. All the other Pirates feared and respected him, ...well, the smart ones did. 

"You look pretty beat up Cap. How you feelin'?"

"Alive."

"Yeah, I'm glad. If I was there, they'd still be cleaning bits of clone out of my boots. Fuckin' Resistance Cunts!"

"They'll get what's coming to them."

"Yeah, they will. ...Is this mission going to get messy Captain?"

"Dunno ...probably will. You fit for combat?"

Tank smiled at her, "Ha, you're a fuckin' comedian." Then he looked past her and his expression changed to one of surprise, "I don't fuckin' believe it!" He pushed past Sadie and started quickly striding away from her.

"Tank, what is it?" said Sadie turning around, and they she saw where he was heading, "Oh Fuck! No Tank, wait!"

Maxine McKenzie was in the hangar, prepping her own small craft for take-off. The skinny young brunette suddenly ducked as Tanks' huge fist came at her head and slammed into the side of the craft with a loud bang. It left a big dent in the hull. 

Maxine stared up at him in surprise, "Oh, you're fucking with the wrong woman Asshole!" She struck out with a hard kick to his right knee and there was a loud metallic clang. She cried out in pain from both the strike and her slave collar giving her a powerful electric shock. Tank lunged forward and kicked at her, getting her square in the chest and sending her rolling back.

"Nah, I've already fucked you." said Tank. "Now I'm just gunna rip your fuckin' head off Slut!" Maxine jumped up and kicked him in the head. Tank just growled and swung his fist at her, she leapt back, dodging the blow. 

"I don't know what your problem is, you big fuckin' ape, but it just got you killed."

"No Tank! Stand Down! That's not Streek!" yelled out Sadie, as she ran up to them.

Tank didn't listen to her as he lunged forward and grabbed the clone around her throat and slammed her up against the craft. Maxine cried out and struggled against him. 

"Fuckin' Slut! I got lots of scars, and I've killed every man who inflicted them. You shot my arm and took my legs. No way I'm letting you live."

She kicked out at his torso and her slave collar surged. The powerful electric current ran into Tanks' hand and he yelled out and dropped her onto the ground.

Maxine sprung up with a strong uppercut to Tanks' jaw, sending him stumbling back. Sadie was close by, watching the whole thing and yelling out to Tank, trying to get him to stop. 

Maxines' eyes were glowing now, "Game over Cunt!" she threw a ball of blue light out into Tanks' chest and sent him flying back through the air. He slammed into a stack of large steel canisters around thirty meters away, sending them scattering everywhere.

"Tank!" cried out Sadie.

"Told him he was fucking with the wrong woman!" said Maxine.

Sadie ran over to the canisters, she was scared. 'Please don't be dead!' Other Pirates were gathering around to see what all the commotion was. Sadie scanned around the scattered pile of canisters, looking for the big man.

Then there was some movement. Slowly Tank stood up amongst the canisters, raising his huge, seven and a half foot frame. Relief washed over Sadie. He was wincing in pain, but stared intensely at Maxine. The clone seemed surprised to see him get up.

"You got some power Bitch. You're makin' this interesting for me." He started striding out through the pile of canisters toward Maxine. 

Sadie came up in front of him. "Tank, will you fuckin' listen to me? That's not Streek. That's Maxine, Skylars' pet clone. Do you think Streek would just be walking around here?" 

Tank looked down at her, "What?"

"Streek is a man now. You fucked him once in a little fish trading ship. Maxine is on our side."

Maxine walked up, "So, you wanna kill Streek eh? Sorry Asshole, he's mine to kill."

Tank looked confused, "So she's not the one I fucked back at Skylar Fortress?"

Maxine grimaced at him, "I'd never let an ape like you fuck me, I'd destroy you."

Tank looked into Sadies' eyes, "That's not Streek? Streek is a man now?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm telling you."

Tank frowned and shook his head, "Fuckin' clones!" He looked over at Maxine again. "I better not kill you if you're Skylars' pet. Just stay the fuck out of my way." Then he turned and strode off.

"Same goes for you Asshole!" called out Maxine. "I was the one who let you live today."

Sadie was relieved that was over. Those two were like unstoppable forces of nature, she felt like she diverted a disaster here. She stood there looking at Maxine, an exact copy of the female Streek. She was pretty hot. She remembered how it felt grabbing and kissing those big boobs. The taste of her hot, tight pussy. The way she moaned when she was cumming.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" said Maxine, scowling.

Sadie smiled at her. "Where you headed?" 

Maxine just stared at her for a moment and then said, "New Heidi."

"You're really gunna kill Streek?"

"Yeah, I am."

"You got time for some lezzo action before you take off? I know how to get you off you know."

"Fuck off, Junky bitch!" said Maxine, turning away. Sadie clenched her fists in anger. It pissed her off, being called a Junkie. She was clean for four and a half months now, and it was fuckin' hard. She turned and stormed off toward the Jaws III.

Sadie managed to get her crew in line and the Jaws prepped for its' scheduled launch at zero nine thirty SGT. The black Sonycorp gunship lifted off and flew out of the hangar, heading into the blue sky.

"I have a comm coming through to you from Skylar." said Larrs from behind a console on the bridge.

Sadie sighed loudly, "Put her through." The head and shoulders hologram of the young teenage girl with glasses and dark, tied back hair popped up in front of her, "Mistress."

Skylar smiled at her, "Sadie, how is everything going there?"

"Everything is fine. The Jaws III is fully prepped and ready to go."

"Good, so you have everything you require for the mission?"

"Yes." said Sadie, a little annoyed.

"And what about your withdrawl symptoms? Are they manageable?"

"I can handle it."

"Yes, I know you can. I'm sure my faith in you is well founded. When you return successful, I have a surprise for you." She giggled, "I can't wait to see your face."

"Gee, I can hardly wait." said Sadie sarcastically.

"If you fail, I have a different surprise for you."

"Is that all?" 

"Are you cold with me because of what happened yesterday? You're still alive Sadie, embrace it. I know you miss your substances, but you need to learn to love life again."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Now if you don't mind mistress, I have an important mission."

"Sure. Good luck Captain, but don't rely on luck."

"Bye bye." said Sadie, shutting the comm off. "Fuckin' smug little bitch coasting off her famous daddy's name!" she muttered under her breath. Skylar was the one who raised her up to be Captain of the Jaws, and the one forcing her to stay clean. Yesterday her mistress had abandoned her to her enemies. Now she was supposed to just forget about it and let it slide.

The meaning of that message was clear; her future with the Pirate Alliance will be determined by the success of this mission. 'If you fail I have a different surprise for you.' If she failed she wasn't going to return. She would have to leave the Pirate Alliance. What the fuck would she do then?

Soon the starship was in hyper-warp speeding away from the Verona system. It was going to be a fairly long trip, seven and a half days, heading toward the centre of the galaxy.

Sadie left the bridge and headed down the corridor. She went down into the open cargo bay. Tank was there, sitting at a table with his large laser assault rifle in pieces, neatly spread out on the table in front of him, he was wiping over one of the barrels. There was also an open bottle of Rum sitting on the table. Sitting down he was close to eye level with her, "Hey Captain." he said, smiling at her.

"Hey Tank. How's your gun?" 

"She's fine, just givin her some love and attention." He put the barrel down and Sadie noticed him slightly wince. She knew him well enough to know that he had to be in excruciating pain before he showed it. He barely made a sound when his legs were riddled with bullets.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure."

"Take off your jacket and shirt."

"Why, you want an eyeful?"

"Yeah, do it, that's an order."

"Okay Captain." He removed his huge black jacket and then pulled his grey shirt up over his head. Amongst the several scars and body hair and large shark tattoo over his bulging muscles Sadie saw very large, dark bruises that seemed to cover most of his torso. Sadie let out a gasp, the bruising looked really nasty.

"Shit! you call that okay?"

"I'll live. That clones' power attack really packs a punch." 

"Yeah, I gathered that when it threw you half way across the hangar." Sadie went up close to him and gently rubbed her hand over his chest. Tank winced again as she lightly pressed into his hard flesh. "Fuck Tank, you have a couple of broken ribs. I'm gunna have Dr Morgan see to you and then you gotta take it easy, that's a fuckin' order. I want you in good condition when we reach Tollner."

"Yeah, I will be. Don't worry Captain. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm allright. Why?"

"Just askin'" 

"I'll go and get Dr Morgan." she said backing away from him. "Take it easy Tank, or I'll shoot you with a stun-gun."

"Yeah, righto."

Sadie swiftly left the cargo bay and went to talk with the doctor. Afterwards she found herself feeling pretty horny. She went and locked herself away in her quarters to play with her vibrators for a while.

It was on long journeys like this that Sadie started long for a hit even more. She kept herself occupied, studying up on warfare and military tactics, but she never had much of a head for study. She enjoyed relieving some stress with her small collection of vibrators and sex toys, often thinking about Streek as she masturbated, as both a man and woman. 

Managing the men was a full time job as well. Especially after a few days when they started getting antsy. They briefly stopped over at a few space stations and spaceports so that they could blow off some steam. But as they headed further into Federation territory she decided it was too big of a risk, particularly since her crew had a knack for starting trouble.

Six days in, the men were getting irritable again. Sadie was sitting in the captains' chair on the bridge as they dropped out into an uninhabited red dwarf system. Sadie yawned, she looked at the time and saw that it was around midday. Travelling through deep space always seemed to mess with her body clock.

"Is there anything of note around here?" she asked Embley who was sitting behind a console.

"Fuck all. Just another fly-through system."

"How many more jumps have we got until we reach Tollner?"

"Just three. ...Hey can we stop off at Oaks, they got a spacestation there. I could get some time with a whore."

"No, no more stop-offs. I'm not risking any trouble with the blue coats before we complete our mission."

"Maybe you can whore for me then. I'll pay you well."

"Maybe you can go fuck yourself. The ships toilets could use a good clean. Wonder who I could get to do it for me..."

"Ha, I'm just kidding with ya Captain." Sadie scowled at him. The more she got to know Embley on the journey the less she liked him. He reminded her too much of Naeme. She knew he hated her being his Captain. She was probably going to have to something about him down the line.

"We'll be ready to jump again in five minutes." said Laars.

"Hey, another ship just popped into the system." said Embley looking at his screen.

"Identify it." said Sadie, perking up.

"Looks like a small private craft. Just over four hundred clicks away." He looked up at Sadie, "Just a little fish. Can we raid it? There might be some good pussy or drugs aboard."

Sadie considered it for a moment. This could be an opportunity to boost the morale of her crew before they reached their destination. "They're heading away from us Captain, what are we gunna do?" 

"Pursue the craft and hail them."

"Aye Captain." said Laars. He piloted the Jaws toward the small craft at full speed. The Pirate ship was much faster than the small shuttle. 

A few moments later the hail was answered. A window popped up on the viewscreen, showing a man in his thirties with short red hair. Sadie thought he was pretty easy on the eyes. "Hey there handsome." said Sadie smiling.

The man was keeping a brave face and seemed a little agitated. "What do you want? I have nothing of value, I swear."




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 02



"I'm Captain Sadie of the Jaws III. Who are you?"

"Captain Evans, of the Linebeck."

"What's your first name Captain?"

"...Liam."

"Are you travelling alone Liam?"

"Yes. I'm moving to Kolinga, I have a job with a mining facility there. I don't have anything worth stealing, I swear. What do you want with me?"

"I want to stop by and say hello. How about you power down your engines for me."

"You seem like an important person. I don't see why you would waste your time with me."

"I'll decide what's a waste of my time. Now, are you going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

Liam Evans grimaced, "Just leave me alone Bitch!" He ended the comm.

"Hard way then." said Sadie. "Fire to disable."

"Reckon he's telling the truth?" asked Embley.

"Not the whole truth. My gut says he's protecting something."

The Jaws soon reached the small shuttle craft and fired its' red lasers into the energy shields. Captain Evans soon hailed them again, "Okay, Fuck you! Hold your fire, I'm powering down."

"Good. I'll let you live if your co-operative. Leave any weapons at the door, stand where we can see you. Don't do anything stupid Liam, and you'll be fine." Sadie ended the comm.

Tank entered the bridge, he was wearing his tight white singlet which showed off his bulging muscles and scars. "What's going on Captain?"

"We're raiding a little fish. Get ready to board."

"Any women?" asked Tank hopefully.

"Captain says he's alone, but we'll see."

Soon the Jaws was docked with the Linebeck. The airlock doors opened into the common area of the small craft. Sadie had Embley enter first, if any of her crew members got shot, she would prefer it was him.

A handgun was lying near the doorway. Captain Evans was standing in the middle of the room with his hands raised, looking pretty pissed off. He was of average height and build. Sadie thought he looked fairly attractive. Better looking than the rough brutes in her crew anyway.

Sadie entered the small craft with her laser handgun raised. She was joined by Embley, Tank, and three others. She stood in front of the nervous man and smiled. "Hello Liam."

"Captain Sadie. What is it you want with me?"

"We're just going to have a look around if that's all right with you."

"I told you, I have nothing." he said angrily. 

"Stay here Tank. There rest of you do a thorough search." Sadie and Tank stood there while the other four started rummaging around the small craft.

Soon Embley returned, "Bathroom's locked."

"Open it for us." said Sadie, pointing her weapon at Captain Evans.

"Damn you! Just leave me alone you Pirate scum!"

"Go on, move it!" Evans reluctantly turned around and walked into the cockpit. He tapped on the command console. 

"Please, just leave them alone."

"Come on Captain. Show me what you have for us." Sadie and Embley followed him to the bathroom, where he reluctantly opened the door. Inside, a woman was cowering in a corner with her arms wrapped around a young boy and girl. 

"I'm sorry darling." said Evans, crouching down and hugging them. "...It'll be okay."

"All right! Pussy!" said Embley. "...and young pussy."

"You lied to me Liam, how disappointing." said Sadie.

"Just leave them alone!" said Evans, standing up and facing her. "We came from Tournen. The Pirate Alliance has been launching raids on the planet and the Feds were doing fuck all to protect us. I just wanted to get my family as far away from the conflict as I could. I wasn't expecting to be attacked by pirates this far in."

"The first of the war refugees." said Sadie, looking the young family over. The woman had shoulder length dark hair and was quite pretty. She was clearly scared, but looked up into Sadies' eyes. The little red-headed girl looked to be around ten and the dark haired boy around eight.

"Hey there baby! You hungry for some cock?" said Embley, giving the woman a broad grin.

"Please, don't let them hurt my family Captain." pleaded Evans.

Sadie stared at him coldly "We're pirates. We take whatever we want, because we can."

"Please! They're just children. Leave them alone!" cried out the woman.

"And what's your name Honey?" 

"...Lindsay."

"I want you to entertain my men for a while Lindsay. Show them a good time."

"No!!" she cried out, shaking her head and hugging her children even tighter.

"Please Captain. Just leave her alone!" pleaded Evans again.

"No one will touch the kids, as long as you do what you're told. You have my word. When we're done, we'll leave you and be on our way. Okay Lin?"

Tears started streaming down her face. "Promise you won't let them touch my children?"

"Only if you do what your told and be a good whore."

"Aw come on Cap!" said Embley, "...can't we have the little girl as well? She's such a pretty little thing."

"No." said Sadie coldly. Having them rape a woman was one thing, but she hated child abuse. She had her virginity taken from her when she was twelve. "Grayson!" she called out.

A middle-age crewman soon appeared in the doorway. "Yes Captain?" 

"Did you find anything worth stealing?"

"Nah fuck all."

"Take these kids aboard the Jaws, lock them away in a utility room and guard them. If anyone touches them they'll be keelhauled, and you along with them. You got that?" 

"Yeah, righto."

"You can get some pussy after. Can't he Lindsay?" Grayson came in and pulled the boy and girl from their crying mothers' arms. They struggled against him as he pulled them along into the Pirate ship. "Don't hurt them!" called out Sadie after him.

Lindsay was forced out of the bathroom and into the small ships' common room. Tank smiled when he saw her. "Tank, meet Lindsay. She's going to be a good whore for you." said Sadie. The brunette looked up at the huge Pirate with a look of shock on her face. 

"Well allright! She'll do nicely." said Tank. The other Pirates crowded around her, cheering. She cried out as they grabbed at her and pulled at her clothing. Embley grabbed her head and roughly pulled it toward his she cried as he lustily kissed her on the lips. Rough hands were squeezing her boobs and ass. Fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants and quickly pulled them down, along with her panties, revealing her small bush of dark pubic hair.

"You're all a bunch of fuckin' animals!" spat Evans angrily. His hands had been cuffed behind his back and he could just watch helplessly as his wife was being molested by the pack of pirates. Sadie was standing next to him watching too.

Lindsays' top was pulled up over her head and her white bra was ripped away, exposing her pale, shapely breasts and large dark nipples. Big hands were soon around them groping, and pinching. Lindsay cried out as a hand rubbed along her soft mound and fingers roughly pushed up into her dry pussy. 

Embley got his hard, eight inch cock out of his pants and was rubbing it. "Down on your knees Slut! Wrap your lips around my hard dick."

"Hey you don't get her first, we go by rank." said Duff.

"Then Tank gets her first." said another man.

"Nah, I'll let you boys warm her up for me. I'm the main event." said Tank.

"I got her then." said Duff, pulling out his hard cock. They forced Lindsay down on her knees. Duff began slapping her teary face with his fat member. 

"You agreed to be a good whore remember." Sadie called out to her. Lindsay reluctantly opened her mouth and Duff pushed his cock past her lips and began fucking her face. The other pirates all cheered excitedly. 

Sadie was getting turned on watching her men ravage the young mother. She knew it was pretty messed up. She had been raped before, and had submitted to groups of men to avoid being beaten and raped. It wasn't much fun. But now she was in a position of power, and she liked it.

She looked over at Evans, he was looking away, clearly distressed at what was happening to his wife. "Is she a good cock sucker Liam?" The man didn't respond to her teasing. "You can get in there and help her out if you like. I bet the boys wouldn't mind using your mouth." He just glared at her. "You want to get out of here eh? Come on, I'm inviting you back to my quarters."

She started marching him off, out of the room. "Hey Mick!" she called out. 

The ugly pirate turned to her, he was stroking his hard cock. "Yeah Captain?"

"When you get your rocks off, go and relieve Grayson guarding the kids."

"Yeah allright. You like what you see Cap?" he said poking his dick out at her.

"I've seen better. Tank, make sure no one gets too rough with her."

"Sure Captain." said Tank.

She took Evan out of his ship. "Welcome aboard the Jaws III Liam." 

She saw Dr Morgan as they went up the corridor, The middle-aged, moustachioed man nodded in greeting to her and looked Evans over. "Does anyone require medical attention Captain?"

"No, Captain Evans here was cooperative in the end. Why don't you go down there and get some pussy with the rest of the crew. His wife is quite pretty."

Dr Morgan had a sour look on his face, "Not my scene. I'll be in the infirmary if anyone needs me."

"Suit yourself." said Sadie. She took Evans to the Captains quarters aboard the Jaws III. Sadie took off her black jacket and threw it onto the floor. "You twisted bitch!" spat Evans, "how could you do this to her? Don't you have a shred of decency?"

"Quit your bitching. If you had got Captain Naeme, all four of you would be getting fucked in there. A nice family activity. I'm sure your wife is capable of making them all happy on her own. Now how about you make me happy Liam." Sadie got up close to Evans and started rubbing his chest.

"Get lost Skank! I don't want to touch you." 

"No? Would you prefer to get it on with my crewmen then? Take it up your pooper?" Evans just looked at her with disgust. He was taller than her, Sadie got up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away from her, backing into the wall. 

Sadie smiled at him and reached down and started undoing his pants. She pulled them down exposing his cock and balls. It was still flaccid but looked to be a decent size. Sadie liked the sight. She grabbed it and squeezed the soft flesh in her hand, making Evans wince. "Nice cock. Bet it keeps Lin happy eh?" She rubbed at his big hairy balls. Evans cock stayed soft in her hand as she rubbed at it.

Sadie brought her face to his, kissing him again. He turned away from her. "Come on lover boy. I want you to be a good whore for me as well. I could always change my mind and let your little girl get in on the action."

"You're pathetic." spat Evans. 

Sadie slapped his face. "That's not being a good whore. Say something nice to me."

Evans grimaced at her, "...Nice hair."

"Thank you." said Sadie smiling. She reached around and undid his cable locks, freeing his arms. "You're not going to give me any trouble. That would be bad for your family." 

She proceeded to pull off his vest and shirt, getting him naked. Sadie stood back and looked him over. He was quite fit, and had a light covering of body hair on his chest, arms and groin. There were no visible tattoos, scars or piercings like she was used to seeing on pirate men. Sadie was turned on by the sight of his naked body. Evans just stood there, looking at her with disgust.

Sadie unbuckled her black pants and dropped them. She climbed onto her bed and slipped off her black panties. Evans looked down at her as she spread her legs for him, showing her puffy pink pussy lips below the line of dark pubic hair and surrounded by a thorny rose tattoo. The two silver studs around her clit glimmered in the light.

"Come and eat me out lover boy. Get me off." Evans stood there frowning at her. Sadie quickly got impatient. "NOW!!" she said angrily. Evans reluctantly moved over and climbed onto the bed. He brought his head down and Sadie grabbed it and pushed his face into her pussy. 

She was already quite moist. She felt his warm skin pressing into her crotch, the stubble on his face was quite scratchy, that was why she preferred women doing this, and in her experience, dykes were better at it. Evans obediently poked his tongue out and started licking along her tender folds. He knew what he was doing. Sadie let out a soft moan, it felt good.

She pulled up her top and started rubbing at her tattooed tits. Evans' lips pressed up against her tender flesh and she felt his rough, wet tongue poking inside her. Her hot pussy tingled wildly as it got wetter. "Oooh yeah! Keep that up!" said Sadie, as his tongue moved about inside her.

It reminded her of Streek. She had forced the hot brunette clone to go down on her on this bed as well. It was a good time, and Streek enjoyed it more than she cared to admit. Being a pirate captain had its perks.

Sadie looked down at Evans with his face buried into her crotch. "I wonder how sweet Lindsay is going. She's probably enjoying herself now. Getting a deep dicking. I bet she's having the time of her life."

Evans' stopped eating her out and snarled at her, looking at her with hate filled eyes. Sadie smiled down at him. "Keep going, lick my clit Stud." Evans slowly moved his face down again and poked his tongue out, licking her wet pussy. He moved up and started rubbing his tongue around the two metal studs around the little nub of Sadies' clitoris. Sadie moaned out at the intense stimulation. 

He continued on for a while, and Sadie felt the pleasure building inside her. She rubbed at her breasts and was breathing heavily and moaning as she felt the orgasm coming on. The rough tongue continued rubbing around her clit. Then she reached her climax and threw her head back and writhed about as the intense pleasure pulsed through her. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah!" she cried out as the orgasm slowly subsided. 

Evans lifted his head from her crotch, his mouth was dripping wet. He still looked at the pirate woman with hatred. Sadie smiled at him, "Not bad Stud. Not bad at all." She sat up on the bed. 

"Are we done now?" said Evans.

"No, I want you to fuck me." she got up and grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. She looked down at his cock and frowned. "Still not hard? Why don't you get it up for me big boy?"

"Too bad Bitch, I don't find you attractive at all." 

"We'll see about that." She moved down and took the soft cock in her mouth. She began sucking on the warm flesh and rubbing his balls. She kept at it for a while. She was sure the stimulation would get him hard, but his cock didn't stir. He must have been too upset to get aroused.

She looked up at him, frowning and still rubbing his dick. "Told you." he said. 

"I've got a trick up my sleeve." Sadie got up off the bed and went over and opened up a storage compartment on the wall. She pulled out her black box and placed it on her table. She dug around through her collection of vibrators until she pulled out a small gold circle. 

It was a stim cock-ring that had belonged to Captain Naeme. Back when she was his bitch, he would like to get hyped up on Genisticks and wear the thing and pound her for hours. It was okay, as long as she was off her head on drugs as well. 

Sadie went over to Evans who was sitting at the edge of the bed. She pushed him back onto the bed again and he groaned as she grabbed his dick. She slipped the stim cock-ring around the base of his penis and under his balls and pressed the small button on it. 

"Aaah hey, what the fuck is that thing?" He felt the buzzing sensation in his groin. His cock soon swelled and grew until it was standing erect, a full eight inches. It was as hard as it could get. "Ow, Shit! Take it off, it hurts."

"Now that's more like it!" said Sadie smiling. She didn't waste any time climbing on top of him and grabbing his cock and lining it up with her wet cunt. She slowly lowered herself down onto it, enjoying the feeling of the fat cock-head pushing up through her slit. She moaned as she dropped her ass down until the hard cock was fully wedged inside her. She could feel it throbbing inside her.

Evans grit his teeth and groaned. "That fuckin' thing feels like it's gunna make my dick burst. Take it off!"

"No, it stays on!" Sadie pressed down on his chest and lifted her ass up, then she dropped it down again, driving the cock back in deep. She moaned loudly as she moved her ass up and down, fucking him with deep strokes. "Oh Yeah! Oh Fuck. That's good!" It was the first time she had taken a real cock for a while. Nothing like the real thing.

Evans closed his eyes and groaned as she fucked him. Sadie kept at it for a while, bouncing up and down on his inflated cock. Evans started to groan louder. "Ungh, I'm gunna cum!" Sadie just kept on fucking him and felt the wetness spill out inside her. She didn't care, in fact it felt quite good. She would just take a contraceptive pill later.

She continued to move up and down on top of him. "Ungh Stop, Stop! It hurts." groaned Evans. Sadie didn't listen to him. She felt her own orgasm building and started to pump the cock even harder. Evans groaned and winced as the womans' ass continually slapped down on top of him. 

"Mmmmm Oh yeah! oh fuck!" moaned Sadie as another orgasm was building within her. Soon she leant back and moaned loudly as she came. Her pulsing cunt gripped the hard member even tighter as waves of pleasure washed over her. She slumped forward, pressing her head up against Evans' bare chest. His throbbing cock was still wedged inside her soaking wet pussy. "That was good baby! I want more."

Sadie slow got off him, as his hard cock plopped out from her wet hole. She laid down next to him on the bed and spread her legs. "You can do the work for me now. Get on top and bang me hard Stud." Evans turned and looked at her with disgust. His wet cock was still rock hard and throbbing. 

Sadie sighed impatiently, "Do I need to keep reminding you that I can make things much worse for you and your family?" 

"Fine. You wanna get fucked, you ugly Skank?!" He got up and moved over her, roughly pushing his member deep inside her.

"Oooh yeah, ungh oooh!" moaned Sadie as he bobbed his ass up and down, thrusting hard. She continued to moan loudly as he banged her in the missionary position. She was loving every minute of it. Her hands rubbed at his sweaty back as he fucked her. "Play with my tits." He did as he was told and started groping at her firm breasts.

He continued pumping away at her for a while. Sadie started moaning louder as she reached another powerful climax. She held him tightly as she came. When she let him go, he pulled out and got off of her. "Can I take this fuckin' thing off now?"

"You can take it off when I say you can."

"I'm afraid it's gunna make my dick fall off."

"It won't. Now come on. Fuck me again."

"Drakk! You want more?"

"Yeah, do me doggy style." She got on her hands and knees, poking her pale bum up at him. Evans slowly got into position behind her, his big cock still jutted out in front of him. His fat cock-head accidentally prodded at her little asshole. "Hey watch it! If that thing goes up my ass, I'll fuckin' shoot you in the head." Evans guided his cock into her soaking wet pussy and soon he was fucking her again.

Around an hour later, Sadie got out of the shower in her rooms' ensuite. She come back into the room towelling herself off. Evans had got dressed again and was sitting on the bed rubbing his soft, tender cock. "Hope that thing hasn't done any permanent damage, my dick is sore as hell."

Sadie smiled at him, "You were pretty good lover boy. That was fun."

"You got what you wanted you twisted Bitch. You're gunna let us go now right? You promised."

"I promised fuck all. But yeah, You and your bitch family can fuck off now."

Sadie got dressed again and lead Evans out of the room. As they got closer to where the Jaws was docked with the Linebeck they could hear the deep moaning and crying. "Sounds like the boys aren't done with sweet Lidsay yet." said Sadie. Evans slowed down, not wanting to see what was ahead. Sadie pushed him on.




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 02



As they approached the dock the defeated moans got louder, and they could also hear the continuous wet slapping sound. As they entered the Linebeck they could see a few pirates sitting around the small room. Lindsay was naked and bent over a table, Tank was behind her, continuously ramming his huge cock into her ass. Tears streamed down the womans face and she moaned and sobbed as each hard thrust bucked her forward.

Evans cried out in despair when he saw them, "Just leave her alone you fuckin' animals!" 

Embley laughed nearby. He was sitting half-naked and holding a bottle of Rum. "Hey buddy, your missus is a good little whore. We've all had a turn in her mouth, pussy and ass. Now she's been takin' Tanks' monster cock up her ass like a pro."

"Having fun Tank?" called out Sadie.

The big pirate turned to her and smiled, not stopping his hard thrusts. "You know it." The bruises on his chest had almost faded away now.

"I don't want to rush you, but I'd like to get going again soon. We still have a mission to complete."

"Yeah sure. I'll finish up here soon." He started banging her even harder, causing her to cry out loudly.

Sadie turned to Embley, "Get the kids when he's done and then let this little fish go."

"Captain, I know this guy in Keyser city. He'll pay good money for the girl and boy. Real good money, they'd be worth hanging on to."

"No! You can't!" cried out Evans.

"Do what I said." said Sadie firmly. 

"But Captain, why the fuck would you just let..."

"Shut the fuck up Embley, and be grateful for what you got." The pirate just stared at her bitterly. Evans looked visibly relieved. She went up and gave Evans a kiss on the lips and then slapped his ass. "Thanks for the memories Tiger. Perhaps we'll meet again." Then she turned and left the small starship, heading for the bridge.

The next day, on the planet Tollner, in the huge Parrelcorp building in the commercial district of the planets' capital city Rheisen, two lovers were embracing in a private office. The attractive, young, dark haired woman was pushing away the young mans' hands. "Greg, I don't know about this. Not in Larsons' office. What if we get caught?"

"Come on baby, Boss man Larson is at the board meeting. Nobody's gunna catch us." He kissed her on the neck and started undoing the buttons at the front of her business suit. He opened it up and pulled down her black bra, exposing her large, pale breasts. He lustily groped and kissed them. "Yeah baby, I been hanging out to get my hands on you all day."

She giggled as he played with her boobs, and then she suddenly screamed. The young man turned around and was shocked to see Sadie and Tank standing in the office behind them. "Aaaaagh! What the fuck?!" he yelled out, staggering away from them and into the woman.

"Ah shit. This isn't where we're supposed to be. Laars!" said Sadie.

Tank looked down at the scared woman, covering up her bare breasts. "How ya doin'?" he said, smiling.

"Sorry Captain. Looks like I got the wrong floor." came Laars' voice.

"No shit." 

"Hang on." The two pirates both disappeared from the office and reappeared in a spacious boardroom filled with a dozen middle-aged men in business suits. There were large windows around one side of the room, showing the crowded city skyline. A man was standing in front of a holographic bar graph, "...to forty five million units depending on... What the...?!" Everyones attention was suddenly turned to the punk woman and the giant who suddenly appeared in the room.

"Security!!" called out one of the grey haired business men.

"Fuck your security. We're a holographic communication idiot." Sadie walked forward and waved her hand through the desk to illustrate her point. "I'm Captain Sadie of the Steel Sharks, and this is my first mate Tank. We're here to discuss business on behalf of the Pirate Alliance."

"Pirates? How the hell did you get through our firewalls?" said a nerdy looking businessman.

"Oh, you'll be surprised what we're capable of." 

A tall man with short grey hair stood up, facing her, "I'm Andrew Packar, the CEO. What do you want?"

"Yeah, good! Let's get straight down to business. You have something the Pirate Alliance wants, and it's in your companies' best interest to hand it over."

"Hand over what?"

"Doctor Bassendean."

"You're mad, pirate bitch! This company is not about to hand over one of its' employees to the likes of you."

Sadie stared at him coldly, "Let alone your gun research scientist. The sole reason your company has grown six hundred percent in the last ten years. But it's war time, we all have to make sacrifices. The Pirate Alliance will come out on top in this war. Now is a good time to side with them. It's what's best for your company."

"You can't come in here and threaten us pirate, we're not some trading vessel. This system is under the Federations' protection, and you'll find our private security force to be quite formidable."

"You'll find your security force to be quite dead!" said Tank, "...and the Feds are all a bunch of limp dicks."

"You have two choices." said Sadie. "One; you hand the doctor over and we'll be on our way. Two, we come and take him. Blood will be spilt, and the Pirate Alliance will remember your lack of co-operation. You have an hour to decide."

"We don't need an hour." said Packar. "Doctor Bassendean is not going anywhere. If you try anything, it's your blood that will spill."

Sadie sighed, "Bad call Chairman. Your company produces some impressive technology. But we've got Alien tech. Fire away Embley." 

"Aye Captain." 

"You think you can scare us?" said Packar.

"Look out the window." The CEO was shocked to see a large black missile heading straight for him. Tank chuckled as the bussinessmen frantically scrambled and yelled in panic. The missile smashed through the window and exploded, engulfing the room in a huge fireball and wiping out several floors of the building.

Back onboard the Jaws III, Sadie and Tank took off their visors. "I think I like negotiations." said Tank smiling.

"That went pretty much how I thought it would. Too bad for them. Allright boys, we're on for raiding the laboratory. Expect heavy resistance, but be careful, Dr Bassendean is to remain unhurt, you hear me?"

"Allright! Time for action!" said Tank.

In the lower levels of the building that housed the laboratories, the walls suddenly exploded with tremendous force. Tank jumped into the building through the smoke and came down with a loud thump. Loud sirens and flashing lights were going off around him.

Security guards appeared at the end of the corridor and were firing a barrage of laser blasts down toward him. He raised his heavy assault rifle and swiftly cut them down. A turret dropped down from the roof in front of him. Tank grit his teeth, it was a ceiling turret that took his legs. He quickly aimed his weapon and triggered its' secondary fire as the barrels swivelled toward him. The turrets' armour couldn't withstand the impact of the explosive rounds and erupted in a fireball. 

"Make your way to the centre of the building Tank." came Sadies voice from the TAB in his jacket pocket. "We'll make our way from the other side. And remember, don't kill any scientists."

"Aye Captain." Tank made his way further into the building with his huge gun raised. The loud alarms were still sounding and panicked scientists were scrambling about the floor. More guards popped up, firing on him and he was quick to drop them.

Pretty soon, around the other side of the building, Sadie entered through another smouldering blast hole. She was dressed in full black body armour and carried a laser pistol. Four of her crewmen lead the way in front of her, also dressed in black body armour. She had selected Embley to lead the way again. He was carrying a new experimental xenoform weapon which they called a 'Thumper'. It was like a bulky grey shotgun and had a hell of a kick

They made their way down the wide corridor, then suddenly guards appeared at the end of it, firing yellow laser blasts down at the pirates. Embley aimed the thumper and pulled the trigger, there was a loud "Thoom" as an invisible force slammed a guard into the wall behind him, and he dropped limply to the floor. More shots from the weapon threw the other guards around like ragdolls. Embley laughed, "I fuckin' love this gun!" 

A skinny guy in a white lab coat suddenly darted out of one of the side rooms, he appeared to be fleeing in terror. "No, stop!" cried out Sadie as Embley pointed the weapon at him. The thumper caught his lower body and spun him around as it threw him back and the scientist barely had time to scream as his head slammed into the wall and blood splattered everywhere.

Sadie went up to him and angrily slammed her fist into his face. "Ah Fuck!" cried out Embley, clutching his face. 

"I fuckin' said no scientists!" spat out Sadie. "If you kill Bassendean you're really gunna suffer!" She got out her TAB and started scanning. "Come on, let's get moving." she told the others.

"How the fuck are we even supposed to know which one's Bassendean?" asked Embley.

"He'll be the one they're protecting."

Sadies' new TAB was capable of running remote hacks, she had no problem opening doors and disabling security scanners and turrets as they were able to make their way toward the centre of the building through the wide sterile white corridors. The pirates quickly eliminated any security forces that came up against them. As they came to the centre of the building the floor opened up more and there were many laboratories about encased in glass walls. They could see plenty of scientists in white lab coats about, cowering under benches.

More laser blasts rang out and came right at them. They group of pirates took cover behind some stone benches that were out in the middle of the corridor. The storm of laser bolts continued to pelt the cover around them. Glass walls were smashing around them from the stray laser bolts. The group of green armoured security guards were over by the far wall, and they had the pirates pinned down with their laser rifles.

Sadie cursed loudly as she ducked behind the bench. "What do we do now Captain?" asked Embley bitterly. 

Sadie thought about it for a moment and then said, "Hang on." as she started running a remote hack on the drop-down turret.

Suddenly a loud crash echoed through the large room. There was a cloud of dust and a gaping hole in the wall near the security guards. The guards looked around in confusion. A large, hulking figure emerged through the wall brandishing a huge blade. Tank swung his vibroblade machete and swiftly separated a guards head from his neck. The other guards cried out in shock as he quickly moved about, slashing the large blade and sending blood and body parts flying all around him.

Other security guards began firing on him, but then the turret kicked in and started spraying machinegun fire at them. The group of guards took cover behind some desks in the centre of the room. Tank was standing there amongst half a dozen chopped up guards and a growing pool of blood. "You okay Captain?" he called out.

Sadie carefully rose from behind the bench, "Yeah fine." She got out her TAB and ran an X-ray scan and saw that there were four men taking cover under the desks in the centre of the room. Three of them were security guards and one of them appeared to be a scientist. "Bingo." she said to herself. She disabled the turret, she didn't want it killing Dr Bassendean.

"We just want Bassendean." she called out to them. "Stand up and allow us to shoot you with stun weapons, and you can live today."

There was a brief pause and then one of the guards yelled out, "Fuck you pirates! You'll kill us either way." Sadie sighed, now the worst thing that could happen is Bassendean gets killed in the crossfire.

"I'm Doctor Bassendean, what do you want with me pirates?" called out the scientist from behind cover.

"Shut up!" said one of the security guards.

"What do you think we want with you?" said Sadie. "We want you to work for the Pirate Alliance."

"You would have me work with Xenoform Technology?"

"Thats the idea." 

There was another brief pause and then the sound of laser blasts coming from behind the consoles. The pirates tensed up and pointed their weapons toward the centre. Slowly the man in the White lab coat rose up from the console with his arms raised and a small laser pistol in his hand. "Hold your fire." called out Sadie.

He was a strange looking man, he appeared to be in his sixties and was heavy set with white wispy hair and large nose and large bushy eyebrows. "I would very much like to work with Alien technology again. I accept your job offer." he said with a wry smile. 

The pirates come out from cover. Sadie cautiously approached the doctor, "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm Captain Sadie of the Steel Sharks."

"Doctor Seamus Bassendean." he said, holstering his gun and offering his hand. Sadie shook it. "I have a request Captain."

"What is it?"

He looked around and then pointed at an attractive, auburn haired woman in a white coat trying to hide under a desk. "There she is, Dr Benson. I want to take her along with me."

The woman was shocked, "What?! I'm not going to work for pirates. Leave me out of this you bastard!"

"No, your going to belong to me. You think you're better than me? Think you can reject my advances? I'm going to own your ass and do whatever I want with you."

Sadie looked at him, "The Pirate Alliance does not condone sexual slavery." Then she cracked a smile, "Nah, I'm just fucking with you. Mick, Grab her."

The pirate went over and pulled the woman up from the desk as she cried out and struggled against him. "No! No! You can't do this you bastard! You have no right."

"I think I'm going to enjoy working for the Pirate Alliance." said Dr Bassendean.

"Everyone fall back to the Jaws, and stay alert. Tank, keep the good doctor safe." said Sadie.

"Aye Captain." said Tank, and he left the room with the doctor. Mick pulled Dr Benson off with him as she still cried and struggled. 

Embley came up to Sadie as the others left the large room. "Well done Captain. You didn't even lose any crew members this time. That's pretty fuckin' impressive." Then he raised the thumper and pointed it squarely at her chest. A chill went through Sadie as she looked into his cold eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing Embley?"

"Like I said Captain, good job. It's just a shame you didn't make it back to the ship. The position of Captain will be open to someone far better suited than a bitch like you."

"Someone like you I suppose?" said Sadie as she discretely tapped at the TAB in her hand.

"Yeah sure, I heard Tank isn't interested in the Captaincy. You shouldn't have sent your big attack dog away, he aint gunna save you now."

"Yeah, you're right." 

Embley suddenly heard the mechanical sound of the turret swivelling toward him and powering up. He quickly turned toward it, "Oh Drakk...!" Sadie dove out of the way as dozens of bullets tore into Embleys armour and started ripping through his flesh, spraying out a red mist behind him. His eviscerated corpse dropped to the ground and turret wound down.

Sadie got up off the ground and went over and gave Embleys bloody corpse a kick, "Fuckin' cunt!" she spat out angrily.

Laars' voice came over her TAB, "Captain, we got several Fed ships closing in. We gotta get out of here now." 

"I'm coming, stand by to get us out of here." Sadie picked up the thumper and quickly left the room,

The Jaws III was exchanging laser fire with a few Federation Darts as Sadie exited through the breach in the building and boarded her ship again. "I'm aboard. Get us out of here Laars." she said over her TAB. 

"What about Embley?" asked Grayson. 

"He didn't make it." 

"Please, let me go! I shouldn't be here." cried out Dr Benson.

"Shut your mouth Slut!" said Dr Bassendean.

"Oh, I like him." said Mick.

"Welcome aboard the Jaws III Doctor." said Sadie. "Make yourself at home. Now excuse me, I'm needed on the bridge. You lot get to your battle stations."

Sadie made her way to the bridge. As she entered she saw the grey clouds on the viewscreen and blue laser bolts flying by. Laars said, "Got a dozen darts buzzing around us. There's around eight Fed gunships on the way and scores more dart fighters. We'll be out in space in around thirty seconds and able to jump in about seven minutes. The gunships will be on us before then. You got a plan Captain?"

"Sure. Skylar didn't send us this deep into Fed territory without backup. Fly us toward the moon." Sadie went to a console and sent a hail as other pirates entered the bridge and took their stations. A window appeared on the viewscreen with the face of a man in his thirties with long dark hair and a stubbly beard and cold dark eyes. 

He gave a wry smile, "Sadie, nice to see you again. It's been too long."

"Not long enough in my book. You ready to start earning your pay Commander Farrell?"

"About fuckin' time. Looks like you got the Blue-coats' attention. Now let us show you what the Flaming Skulls do best."

"Happy hunting Commander."

"We should get together after, Sadie. Do some catching up."

"Yeah, I don't think so."

Commander Farrell just smiled. "Stay out of our way pirates. We'll handle things from here."

The Jaws III entered space as the Darts continued flying around it blasting into its' shields. The Jaws' powerful red lasers blasted away at each of them as the flew by. One of the small fighters' shields failed and it spun out of control and exploded.

The pirate ship got closer to the moon and then suddenly there was a barrage of white laser blasts as a squadron of fighters joined the fight. Scores of the long, T-shaped, silver fighters entered the fray and the Federation Darts began exploding one by one.

"Flaming Skulls. They were there in the battle of Verona." said Laars. "...Kicked some Fed ass there too."

Several more mercenary squadrons appeared in formation. Soon they clashed with the incoming Dart fighters and a chaotic battle broke out. Sadie watched on in the viewscreen as the battle played out. Laser blasts seemed to lancing out everywhere. The Flaming Skulls seemed to be getting the upper hand, showing that their reputation was well earned.

"Sure you don't want to get in amongst it Captain?" said Laars.

"The commander made it clear he didn't want our help. We've got what we came for, time to get back. Are we ready to jump?"

"Yes Captain."

"Then go ahead. We'll plot a different coarse back to Verona." The ship soon surged and the viewscreen went black as they enter hyper-warp. Dr Bassendean entered the bridge, escorted by Tank. 

"Nice starship you have here Captain." said the scientist, looking around.

"Thank you Doctor. I'm glad you decided to make this easy for us."

"Our lifespans are so short. When an opportunity comes along you must seize it. History has a funny way of repeating itself. I was there at Denascus when pirates raided the facility in pretty much the same manner you just did. There were a lot more of them then, and they were killing scientists indiscriminately. I ensured my survival by convincing the pirates of my worth. They pretty much sold me to Parrelcorp."

"I slaved away to develop new breakthroughs in cybernetics, so that their company could continue to turn a profit. But each new development failed to excite me as it once did. I had worked with Xenoform technology. The alien machines are like great works of art, whereas anything we humans create are merely finger paintings. For many years I have longed to work with Xenoform technology again. I'm glad I don't have to convince you pirates of my worth this time, it's why you're here. So thank you Captain."




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 02



"Let me know if there's anything I can get you Doctor."

"Sure." said Dr Bassendean. He turned to Tank, "I noticed you are sporting mechanical prosthetics my friend."

"That's right." said Tank, looking down at him.

"What do they do?"

"Aside from kicking through walls, pretty much what legs do."

"How boring. I'll see about giving them some interesting upgrades. Between that and my lovely slave Dr Benson, I'm sure I won't get bored on our trip."



Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Mia, Myself and I

Mia threw another fast punch into the bag and cried out as the painful electric current ran through her body. The little inverted shock ring hurt like hell, and she was frustrated that her clone body couldn't absorb the charge and become stronger. Her brow was covered in sweat and her heart was beating rapidly. Still, she continued to punch at the bag.

Her other self was there in the cargo bay watching. "You know, that's the definition of stupidity; doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result each time."

Mia turned to her, getting her breath back, "And what's the definition of determination."

The other Mia shrugged, "Pretty much the same thing I guess. Stupidity and determination must be linked. But I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, am I?"

"Do you think we should give up?"

"You know I don't. But we should take a step back and reconsider our approach. Grandpa has gone to pour over his scans. Maybe we should wait and see if he comes up with anything useful."

Mia stepped away from the bag, rubbing her fist, and removing the shock ring, 'Yeah, step back and reconsider."

"You know what helps clear my head?"

"Of coarse I do..." Suddenly, her clone came at her and lashed out with a hard kick to her chest. That was the first time her clone had done something that surprised her.

Mia cried out and stumbled back. "Aaagh, you bitch! I wasn't ready!" 

"That's your fault." she said raising her fists. Then Mia sprung forward with a high roundhouse kick aimed at her head. Her clone stepped back, easily dodging it. Mia pressed her attack, determined to get her back for the cheap shot. She threw a series of fast punches and Mia blocked them. Then she grabbed onto her arms and rolled back, sticking her foot into her guts and throwing her over her head.

The clone slammed into the floor, but quickly rolled back up onto her feet with her fists raised. Mia quickly stood again too, facing her. They both looked into each others intense green eyes. They had fought each other a few times before. Mia liked it. There couldn't be a more even match. They knew each others moves, and strengths and weaknesses so well, so they had to get creative, and work hard and push themselves in order to win.

Mia came at her again and with a fast combination of high and low blows that were deftly blocked. The two of them continued to attack each other, moving with grace and precision and striking out furiously. Most of the blows were blocked or dodged, but now and then a hard blow got through with a loud thwack. It hurt, but neither Mia let it slow them down. 

Mias' heart was thumping in her chest and she was breathing heavily. She could feel the painful stinging around her body and face, where she had been hit. She could taste the blood in her mouth. Her opponent stood in front of her, looking all hot and sweaty, still giving her an intense stare. She remembered Sensei Lennon back on Rygar, "Your greatest opponent is yourself." he had told her. She didn't think this was exactly what he had in mind.

They had both been made for battle. Created by the alien cloning pod on Verona shortly before it was destroyed. They fought furiously against overwhelming numbers of pirates as their other selves and friends were killed around them. Their sire was also killed in the battle, the woman whos' life they shared up until the point they were cloned. They were no better than the other Mias, it was pure chance that they survived when the other didn't. Mia was glad she wasn't the only surviving Mia.

Then the brief pause was over as her clone came at her again. The intensity had seemed to go up a notch, as fists and feet came flying at her from all angles. Her opponent was determined to win, but so was she. Mia saw a rare opening and quickly threw a strong left uppercut that smashed into her clones' chin, making her stagger back. Mia came forward and grabbed her, ready to throw her again, but her clone got a firm grip on her and they stumbled over each as they rolled on the floor. 

The other Mia was on top of her now and they were grappling at each other. She struggled furiously as her clone managed to pin her arms down. Mia growled and was kicking her legs and bucking wildly, trying to get her opponent off of her. The other Mia looked down into her eyes and smiled, "I got you now."

A while later they were in the basic white shower block of the nearby gym. Mia was worn out and aching all over. The fight had got pretty intense, but they managed to stop it before it went too far and called it a draw, which neither of them were really happy with. She looked up into the showerhead and let the stream of warm water run through her long red hair and down her body.

She looked over at her clone sister. She looked just as sore and stiff as she was. There were several bruises over her face and body. The bruises would clear up fairly soon though, thanks to their regenerating nanobots. It used to take them a few days to heal up when they were like this, now it took less than an hour. 

She found herself admiring her well toned body, the way the water ran down her firm C-cup boobs with their dark nipples, down her well-toned abdomen and her mound with its' small triangle of dark pubic hair. The other Mia caught her looking and she quickly looked away. The other Mia smiled at her, "You know, you're not bad looking for a redhead."

"Thanks, you're not too bad yourself."

"Yeah, I try to stay in shape. You liked the look of Streeks' body too, didn't you, ...when he was a woman."

Mia shrugged, "She was a bit skinny, and her boobs were too big."

"Ha, but you wanted to grab them and squeeze them, didn't you? You enjoyed kissing her back on Verona. You lezzo!"

"Idiot, you're teasing yourself as well."

She came closer, smiling. "Yeah. Want me to wash your back for you?" Mia nodded and turned around and her other self got a handful of liquid soap from the dispenser on the wall and started rubbing it into her back. Mia enjoyed her touch, she was usually feeling pretty randy after a good fight. 

Getting intimate with her fellow clone was something she thought about a fair bit. But was it strange and perverted? Like incest? Was it really vain to be sexually attracted to yourself? And did she really want to wander over to the other side? She liked men, but the female Streek had stirred up some lesbian desires within her. She liked the feeling of Mias' hands sensually rubbing the soap into her back.

The other Mia seemed to be thinking of Streek as well. "So, Streek and Bernie have gone to bring back a couple more Streeks. That's interesting isn't it?"

"You think they're bringing back boyfriends for us?"

"I know the thought has crossed your mind."

"Because it's crossed yours. These Streeks might not be the same. They might not even want to join the Resistance."

"And you might prefer it if they were the female version." Mia teased. She moved her hands down and began rubbing her firm butt. This was the first time her clone had felt her up like that. Mia didn't mind it at all.

"We're Resistance captains, not giddy schoolgirls. There's a big galactic war flaring up that may destroy the galaxy, we should worry about that, not getting boyfriends."

"You're right Captain, who needs boyfriends?" Mia's soapy hands moved up and firmly grabbed her breasts.

"What are you doing?" 

"Your boobs might be dirty."

Mia turned around and gave her a playful slap on her hip. "Your mind might be dirty." Then someone else entered the shower block. The dark haired woman looked over at the two identical redheads and nodded a greeting, then started running a shower. Mia didn't know her name, but had seen her around before. The two clones modestly backed away from each other and continued showering. 

Mia stole glances at the other womans' naked body. Not bad, she was a little older and fairly curvy with smooth, lightly tanned skin. She had a nice pair of round boobs with quite large protruding nipples. She wasn't in the habit of perving on other women, her clone had got her quite hot.

Soon they had finished showering and got dressed again. Mia put on her dark blue jumpsuit and short green jacket over it. Her clone was wearing a similar jumpsuit, but had a brown jacket so at least people could tell them apart.

That night, they were having dinner with their father again. They met up with their brother Zac outside the airlock that lead into the Generals' ship; the Angelina. Zac was Mias' twin brother, though they didn't look much alike. He had short, spiky brown hair and was of average height and build. Mia supposed he wasn't bad looking, in a sort of plain, every-man sort of way.

He wasn't much of a fighter, but he was a great mechanic. He also wasn't a bad pilot, hacker and sharpshooter. He and Mia were co-captains of the Van Halen, a super advanced small ship built for speed. Zac loved that ship, it was his life.

"Hey there Double Trouble." he said to his two identical sisters.

"Hey Dufus." replied Mia.

"What have you two been up to lately?"

"We've been training. Trying to learn how to do Streeks' power attacks."

"Trying to? Wow, sounds real productive. Meanwhile, I've been working my ass off getting our first Hornet squadron off the ground."

"Yeah, are they almost ready to go?" asked the other Mia.

"Just about. We've got six Hornet fighters and a couple of Gnat bombers. Just need a few thousand more and we might be able to match it with the Feds."

"Well a Hornet with a good pilot is worth about twenty Fed Darts isn't it?"

"Yep, which still leaves us hopelessly outnumbered, and it's likely the Feds will be bringing out their own powered up xenoform fighters."

"Were all about surgical strikes. We're not about to take on the Federation in full scale battle. We'll leave that to the Pirate Alliance."

"Yeah right. Hey, did you hear the Ivan Drago is off to recruit a couple more Streeks? I'm starting to feel like the odd one out 'cause there's only one of me."

"Thank god for that." said Mia, as they entered the ship.

General Bolton was in the large round common room of the Angelina. He had a short grey crew-cut and large grey moustache, and deep green eyes like Mias'. He was wearing his simple olive green military uniform as usual and was sitting in a comfy chair, reading something on his TAB. "Hey Daddy." said Mia, going up and kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey sweetie."

"Hey Daddy." said the other Mia, going up and kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey sweetie." Her father stood up and regarded both his daughters with a stern look on his face. "Which one of you is the sire again?"

"...You know." said Mia. She could see it in his eyes. "Did Dr Arnott tell you?"

"Yes, because I asked him. He doesn't lie to me."

Mia looked at him sadly and sighed, "Okay, we're both clones. Our sire is dead. I'm sorry I lied to you. It's just..."

"I know why you did it. Your mothers' death hit me hard, but having you and Zac to look after helped me to carry on. Mia will be mourned and honoured, but having you two here softens the blow." He wrapped his arms around both his clone daughters and hugged them. "In future I would expect you to be more open and honest with me, as my captains and as my daughters."

"Okay Dad."

"Great." said Zac. "I'm glad that's done with, I hate having to keep secrets. Lets go eat, I'm starving."

"Won't Grandpa be joining us?" asked Mia.

"He should be here soon. Probably just caught up in his work again."

They started moving toward the dining room and Mia looked on the shelf unit on the wall where there was a holopic of her mother. She was beautiful, not much older than Mia in the pic, with short, spiky red hair and large brown eyes. "Hi mum." said Mia quietly. She had lost her mother when she was little, but still missed her every day. She had been thinking about her more often after the death of her sire.

They all sat down in the dining room and the boxy android Vaxx served everyone drinks. "So, I was thinking..." said Zac.

"Oh no, are you all right, didn't strain anything I hope." said Mia.

"Ha, funny. So, the Ivan Drago has two Ben Anders clones..."

"Three." his father corrected him.

"Right, three, and the Van Halen had two Mia clones. We should do a swap, a Mia for a Ben. It makes sense doesn't it?"

Both Mias sat there silently. They had thought about this, but didn't particularly like it. "It does make sense." said General Bolton. " We wouldn't want to put all our eggs in the one basket."

"What, we're eggs now?" said Mia. "You just don't want us ganging up on you Zac."

"Yeah, I don't, and I could use another mechanic aboard. The Ivan Drago could probably use... more muscle."

"I'm not just muscle, I'm a leader, a captain. Bernie is the captain of the Drago and Streek is her second in command. If I go over to their ship it'll be a demotion."

"Well, I tell you now, three captains for the Van Halen isn't going to work. Two was hard enough."

"It would just be temporary." said General Bolton. "I will put you in command when a new ship becomes available."

"I thought you would go for this." said Zac. "You two would get fed up with hanging around each other all the time, right?" 

Mia sighed loudly. "Right, and which one of us gets exchanged."

Zac shrugged. "Does it matter? Sort it out between yourselves." The two Mias looked at each other, they knew it made sense, but neither of them particularly wanted to go. Then the doors opened and Dr. Arnott entered, followed by his android Makita. Both Mias smiled as he wondered in, they loved the little old clone and even his strange android. 

He wasn't her real Grandfather. She suspected he never had a chance to start a family, working his ass off for the Feds. She was happy to become his family, she knew he had a kind heart. She also knew he had balls, turning against those he called master for most of his life in such spectacular fashion. 

He joined up with her father and his band of fleeing rebels who had lost the previous war. Together they had formed the Resistance; a shadow militant organisation with the aim of opposing the misuse of alien technology by the Federation. 

"Hi Grandpa, how goes your study of the shock absorption?"

"Hello Dear. It goes slowly I'm afraid. There's not much more I can tell you about it at this point that I haven't already told you. I trust you haven't had success replicating it."

"None." said Mia sadly.

"Well don't get carried away with it. There are other things we need to concern ourselves with."

"Yeah, ...the war. What's our next move Dad? "

"So eager to get out there again, ...after you didn't even survive the last mission."

"Yeah, well, I'm here now, and I'm not gunna just sit around on my ass. I suggest we assassinate Skylar, she's the one responsible for starting this damn war."

"That would not be easy, Skylar has proven to be very crafty, cautious and secretive."

"Yeah, I know. I had the little bitch right in front of me, I should have snapped her neck when I had the chance."

"I'm calling a meeting with our senior officers tomorrow to discuss war strategy. But for now, let's eat."

*****

After dinner, the two Mias and Zac returned to their ship, the Van Halen, which was docked in its usual spot in the large open landing bay of the frigate. Part of the ringed, orange gas giant could be seen through the open gateway on the far side. 

As they entered the common room Mia said, "I'm gunna get us some drinks, you want one Zac?"

"Nah, I'm beat, think I'll just crash. Goodnight girls."

Mia went over to the bar and poured a couple of Vodka Martinis. She came back and handed one to her clone. "Cheers." she said, taking the glass and having a long sip. Mia sat down beside her and drank from her own glass. She looked around the room, which was fairly untidy, perhaps they should see Dad about getting an android. 

"It's a nice ship." she said to her clone. 

"Yeah, she is." It had saved their asses on Verona, holding together when it was on the brink of being destroyed. It had also been her home for the last couple of years.

"They're right you know. There's probably no place for both of us here."

"Yeah. We'd serve the Resistance better if we're in two places at once. I don't want to go over to the Drago though, having to take orders from Captain Bernie."

"That's not the whole reason is it? You're jealous of Streek and Bernie. It would be hard being around them all the time."

Mia took another sip and smiled. "Perhaps they'll invite you into their quarters for a threesome. Bernie seems pretty open minded, and Streek would do us in a heartbeat."

"Ha, right. How are we going to decide who goes? Have another fight?"

"I get to stay. I beat you today."

"Why? Cos you pinned me down? We should fight to knock-out."

"Not right now." Mia put down her drink and started rubbing her clones' leg. "I'd rather finish what we started in the showers."

"You sure?" said Mia, looking into her green eyes.

"Why not?"

"Good point." said Mia smiling. She leant over, moving her head closer to her clones'. She remembered how nervous she was, going in to kiss Streek the first time. The other Mia pressed her soft lips against hers and they kissed. Their warm wet tongues tentatively rubbed against each other and it felt really nice. She could taste the vodka again. I'm not a bad kisser, thought Mia, she was quickly becoming hot and wet again, they were going to finish what they started this time, her first lesbian sex.

Her hand moved up under her clones' jacket and squeezed her boob while her hand rubbed at her thigh. They continued planting small kisses on each other, getting all hot and flushed. Mia pulled the zipper of her clones' jumpsuit part way down and slipped her hand inside. She squeezed and rubbed at her firm tit which was cupped in her cotton bra. She could feel the protruding nipple through the fabric and gave it a playful pinch making her clone let out a little squeal.

They pressed their lips together again and then she heard Zacs' voice, "Well, well, look at you two!" Mia pulled away from her with a start, quickly slipping her hand out from her clones' jumpsuit. She looked at Zac red faced, it almost matched her red hair. He was standing at the doorway, grinning at them. 'Fuck!'

"Zac, we were just..."

"Enjoying each others company?" said Zac grinning. "Don't let me disturb you."

"We were just fooling around. It's not like you haven't fooled around with yourself plenty of times."

"Hey, I'm not judging." He went over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water. "I'll leave you to it. Have a good night girls." He gave them a last grin and then left the room.

"If you tell anyone, I'll castrate you!" Mia called after him. She thought she heard him chuckling.

"Fuck, we should have been more private. He's not going to let us live this down."

Mia grabbed her glass and drained it, then she stood up. That little encounter was sobering, but her heart was still beating strongly and her cunt was wet. She looked down at her clone, so pretty, she thought vainly. "Forget it. Come to my quarters." she said.

"Yes ma'am." said Mia, standing up and following her out of the room.

They entered Mia's quarters, it was a simple room, with white walls lined with storage compartments. An unmade bed took up most of the room. There was a chair, desk and holo-table by the far wall as well as a large rectangular screen that was currently set to mirror, so that it looked like there were four Mias there. The Van Halen had three other rooms like this, this was the room where their sire had lived. 

Mia locked the door, she wanted to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed this time. She pulled her jacket off and let it drop to the floor. Her clone started undressing as well. "Here, let me help you with that." she said, leading her toward the bed. 




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 03



Her clone giggled as she was pushed back onto it, Mia grabbed a leg and started unstrapping her boots. She pulled one boot off and then grabbed her other leg and pulled off the other. Her clone had unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and Mia pulled it down while she wriggled out of it.

Her clone was sitting there on the bed in her grey cotton underwear. She gave Mia a smile, spreading her legs apart seductively. Mia could see a wet patch on her panties showing that she was also very aroused. "All right, now you." she said, clapping her hands together. Mia lifted her foot and offered her boot. 

Soon her clone had both her boots and her jumpsuit off and Mia stood there in her grey underwear as well. Her clone stood up and embraced her, their lips pressed together again as they kissed. Mias' hands fumbled behind her, undoing her bra, then letting it drop to the floor. She cupped her bare breasts with both hands. Then she moved her head down and started licking and sucking around her large, rosy nipples. The stimulation felt really good, Mia let out a soft, pleasurable moan to encourage her.

Mia lapped at her breasts for a little while, and then bent down further, slipping off her panties, which were now quite damp. Mia quickly went about removing her clones' underwear, so that they were both stark naked. Mia admired her fit young body again, it wasn't like looking in a mirror, this was more exciting.

Then her clone got onto the bed and Mia followed her. They laid side by side and their lips locked together again while their hands explored each other, rubbing and groping. Mia was loving the intimacy. Her earlier apprehension had gone. This was just a nice warm, loving feeling.

Mia began kissing forcefully down her neck. This was the first time they were having sex, but her clone knew exactly what she liked. It wasn't possible for anyone to know her more intimately.

Mias' hand moved down to her crotch and brushed through her soft pubic hair. She started rubbing her fingers along the moist slit, it made her tingle with pleasure. Mia let out a soft moan as a couple of fingers slid up inside her. "You're nice and wet." said her clone.

"I bet you are too." 

Then the fingers softly pressed against the fleshy wall of her hymen. "Sweet, innocent virgin." said her clone, smiling.

"Yeah, what's up with that? I thought we were supposed to be exact copies of Mia. She was no virgin." 

"Remember our first time?"

"Of coarse, Billy Leigh. That would have been six or seven years ago." Billy attended her dojo on Rygar. They often trained together and became good friends. He wasn't a bad fighter, though no match for Mia, none of the boys were. Mia became quite fond of him. He was a little reserved though. It was Mia who came onto him. They ended up taking each others virginity in a rear storage room in the dojo after a long training session. He was more nervous than she was.

"Now we gotta pop our cherries again. What a pain." They were virgins again, like it or not. Though Mia had her sires' memories of being with young Billy, and Scotty who she had lost, and her perfect Carlos and other holobots. There were also the stinking pirates who violated her on Verona, that was still a fresh wound that filled her with anger every time she thought about it. 

"Never mind that." said her clone as she rubbed Mias' soft wet slit with her fingers. She slipped them out and then licked her clones' juices from them, giving Mia a smile. Mia wanted to taste her as well. She moved down on the bed and spread Mias' legs apart and looked down at her pussy. It was an appealing sight, the pink, moist folds in the middle of the smooth mound. 

Mia brought her face down to the wet pussy, taking in the exotic aroma. She poked her tongue out and start licking along her tender lips. Her clone softly moaned in pleasure as she continued licking. Then Mia pressed her own lips against the soft slit and poked her tongue inside.

Mia started getting more forceful, darting her tongue around the wet hole. She gently nibbled on her soft lips and flicked her clit with her tongue as she lustily ate her clone out. Mia moaned louder and panted as her clone pleasured her, she ran her fingers through her clones' red hair and writhed beneath her. 

Mia was loving the way her clone was responding. She moved her fingers down to her own wet pussy and began vigorously rubbing it. She was determined to give her clone as much pleasure as possible. 

She continued to work her clones' pussy and clit for several more minutes until she was breathing more heavily, and Mia knew that she was getting close to climax. She rubbed her tongue around the small nub of her clit while rubbing the wet slit with her fingers.

"Oooh yeah, that's fuckin' good!" cried out Mia. She lifted her crotch and her juices squirted out into Mias' face as she succumbed to her orgasm. Mia kept her face buried in her hot, climaxing pussy as Mia moaned loudly and writhed beneath her. 

Slowly her orgasm subsided and Mia laid back on the mattress, getting her breath back. Mia got up from between her thighs and slowly moved up again, kissing her heaving breasts as she went. Mia moved up and kissed her wet lips, tasting her own pussy juices. "Fantastic! ...Your turn now baby."

Mia sat up at the head of the bed, with her back against the wall. Her clone came up and started kissing her tits and sucking on her rosy nipples. Mia spread her legs apart, eagerly offering her wet pussy. Her clone moved down and buried her face in her crotch, poking her tongue inside and started hungrily lapping at the tight, wet hole.

Mia moaned with pleasure. The stimulation she was feeling in her hot, eager pussy was incredible. She was better than Carlos, and he had a great tongue. She got hold of her own breasts and rubbed them as her clone continued to go down on her.

Her clone was doing pretty much the same things she was, and it felt great. When her tongue rubbed around her clit, electric waves of pleasure shot through her. Mia found herself moaning loudly. She was already building toward a strong orgasm, it seemed much quicker than it took her clone. Perhaps it just felt that way.

Soon Mia was moaning louder and breathing heavier as she felt the pleasure building and building deep within her. She grabbed her clones head between her thighs and started grinding her face against her pussy. Her clone gently sucked and tongued at her clit until Mia reached her peak. She cried out in ecstasy as she came and waves of pleasure washed over her.

Mia continued to lap at her squirting pussy as she moaned loudly and rode the orgasm out. Mia relaxed as it subsided and let go of her clones head. Mia moved up from her hot pussy and planted a kiss on her lips, her face was wet with pussy juices. Their tongues rubbed against each other for a while until they finally pulled apart. Mia just smiled and whispered "Wow."

They both laid down on the bed again, holding each other, "Yeah, I'm a pretty good fuck." said Mia, and Mia agreed.

*****

The next morning, Mia stirred as she slowly woke up. She was naked under a thin sheet. Last night seemed like a pleasurable dream. She turned to look at her clone, but her bed was empty.

Mia sat up and yawned, and then grabbed her TAB from the nightstand. Zero-eight-zero-six, she had slept in. She normally got up early to work out, that was probably where the other Mia was. Why hadn't she woken up with her?

Mia had soon showered and dressed and walked out into the Van Halens' mess. Zac was sitting in there with his pancakes and coffee. He smiled as she entered, "Morning sis, Did you have a nice night?"

"Yeah, I did. Thank you." Mia didn't want to show any embarrassment, so what if he caught her making out with her clone sister? He probably went to his room and jerked off to holo-porn.

"Now I see why you two don't want to be separated. Where is your red-headed girlfriend?"

Mia shrugged, "Beats me. So you haven't seen her?"

"Ha, love ya and leave ya, did she?" Mia didn't say anything as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "So, do you like girls now? Or just yourself?"

"Shut up Zac. That's none of your business." 

He took a drink of his coffee and then he started back up again. "So I been thinking about it. Is that classed as incest or masturbation?"

"You're annoying me now." said Mia, frowning at him.

"She's technically not your sister. She is technically yourself, so I guess it's masturbation."

"No, it was a lot more fun than masturbation."

Zac chuckled, "Ha, my sister the deviant. I know you're a holosexual as well."

"You're a holosexual! The only reason you go to the holo-shed is to screw holobots. At least I do martial arts training in there."

"I do training in the holo-shed."

"Yeah, with your little Elvin princess Yasmine?"

"How do you know about Yasmine?!" 

Mia pressed her attack, "You had sex with a girl who used to be a man, you deviant!"

Zac was red faced now, "Hey ...that's not exactly... Shut up!"

Zac was a lot quieter now as they ate their breakfast, afterwards she left the Van Halen. She made her way to the cargo bay near the gym where they were training yesterday. She expected to see her clone there, punching the bag, trying to do the shock absorption thing, but the large room was empty. Where did she get to? I would have come here. 

Mia got out her TAB and tapped away at it. Her clone answered with only an audio channel, "Hey you."

"Hey, is everything all right?"

"Yeah fine. I'm at the Avatari, just hangin' out with Mak."

"Oh, I thought you'd be training. You don't feel weird about last night do you?"

"Nah, last night was great. Hey, I'll see you at Dads' meeting okay?"

"Yeah sure, see ya." Mia put her TAB away. Hanging out with Mak? ...Okay. There was still some time before the meeting, she decided to try the shock absorption again. She changed into her white gi and put on the bulky shock ring. 

The shocks still hurt like hell, but she was getting used to it. They certainly woke her up. Better than a cup of coffee. Her clone body recovered quickly, she liked that. It still spun her out that there were billions of tiny robots living inside her, and they all worked hard to keep her body in top condition. 

She was used to testing her limits, she knew them well. Now her new clone body had different limits. She had more speed, strength, flexibility and endurance than before. Now she yearned to test the limits of her clone body. An explosion of intense pain surged through her as her fist connected with the bag and she let out a cry of frustration as her legs involuntarily went weak beneath her.

"Put that shock ring away young lady." came a familiar voice behind her. She turned around and looked at Doctor Arnott and smiled. The little old man was wearing a small grey tracksuit with a strange swoosh emblem on it. He wasn't wearing the glasses he usually wore, which Mia knew allowed him to see beyond the normal human spectrum.

"Grandpa. It's not time for the meeting yet is it?"

"No, not yet Dear. I thought I might get some exercise before the meeting, help clear my head."

"Your head's not clear?"

"Clouded with worry about the future I'm afraid. Not my future, I've lived a long, full life, but I'm worried about the future of you and Zac, ...and Streek and Bernadette."

"That's really heavy Grandpa. I've just been worrying about getting this shock absorption thing, ...and I'm a bit curious about my clone. Do you know what she's doing with Makita?"

"No idea. Perhaps she just wants a little privacy. Would you care to join me in the holo-shed?"

Mia smiled at him, The doctor was always so busy, she hadn't had the chance to spend much time with him lately, and she liked the holo-shed. "Let's go!" she said.

They both arrived at the holo-shed and stood in the big empty room that was chequered with sterile white square panels on all its surfaces. "What do you wanna do?" asked Mia.

"How about we participate in one of your martial arts programs." said Dr Arnott.

"I don't know about that. My Kung-fu mods are pretty hardcore."

"Oh, and I'm not hardcore?" said the doctor, feigning indignation. "What is it? My age? My stature? Or is it that I am a scientist?"

Mia cracked him a big smile, "Nah, I know you're hardcore Grandpa. Okay then, let's do Kung-fu! Command: Run program Mia, slash UAC, slash zero, one, one."

The white sterile walls disappeared and suddenly they were in a different room. It appeared to be an old restaurant. A simple building that was large and open with a simple wooden staircase leading up to a small upstairs area. Asian decorations and small potted plants were scattered around the place. Daylight was streaming in from outside. There were several tables and chairs set up, but there was no one around.

"Nice restaurant." said Dr Arnott looking around. "Where is everybody?"

"Have you seen any Monkey Fury holofilms Grandpa?"

"No, can't say I have."

"Well, the patrons have smartly cleared out because some shit is about to go down here. We're the good guys, and the bad guys have hired the Mad Axe Gang to take us out because we've been interfering with their operations."

"Doesn't sound too far from real life." quipped Dr Arnott. "So where is this Axe Gang?" Suddenly there was the sound of smashing glass as several dark figures came crashing through the windows in perfect coordination. There was a roar of many men shouting as they started filing into the building through the doors and windows. They were all Asian men dressed in black gis, and were all brandishing hand axes.

"Goodness, there are a lot of them." said Dr Arnott, looking over the crowd that had suddenly filled the restaurant, and the large number of sharp axe blades around him.

"Too much for you Grandpa?"

"Let's find out." he said, raising his fists. The gang members yelled as they started coming at the young redhead and the little old man. Dr Arnott quickly struck out at the holobots arm, deflecting his attack and then swept his legs out from under him. He leant back as another axe blade narrowly missed his face, then leapt up with a strong kick to his attackers face. He was moving around, frantically dodging holographic axe blades and delivering skilful martial arts blows to his attackers.

Mia was gracefully moving about dodging and blocking the attacks. With so many blades swinging at her, she needed to be hyper aware of her surroundings. She brutally struck out at anyone who entered her attack zone. She struck out behind her with a fast backhand, then dodged a blade swinging at her from the side, then she leapt forward with a strong straight kick, sending the gang member smashing through a wooden table.

She could see Dr Arnott swinging around a long wooden stool in a wide arc, knocking back several axemen. Sometimes she forgot he was a kick-ass martial arts master. He had many, many years of combat experience downloaded into his mind using alien technology. Mias' prowess came from years of hard work and dedication, it was all her own experience, ...well her sires' anyway, and she was proud of that.

"Hey Grandpa...?" said Mia, backing against a wall and ducking as two axemen swung at her, then knocking them both away with an arcing roundhouse kick.

"Yes dear?" said Dr Arnott as he slammed the stool into an axemans' gut and then rolled over the top of it, dodging a swinging axe and delivering a hard kick up at the mans' head.

"Do you really believe all that Final War stuff? That this war is gunna wipe out mankind?" She blocked an incoming attack and then delivered a series of fast punches to the mans' chest and head.

Doctor Arnott jumped up and grabbed onto the wooden staircase and swung himself up onto it as several axes smashed into the wood, narrowly missing him. He kicked at an axeman coming up the stairs and knocked him down into a couple more attackers. "I am hopeful that we will be able to stop it coming to that. But yes, I believe that the extinction of mankind is a real possibility at this point."

Mia ducked down behind a table as five axes slammed down into the wood. She gave a powerful kick through the table and large splinters of wood shot out into the faces of the axemen. They cried out in pain, as they were programmed to do. "Wow, that sucks! I don't want to be a part of the last generation of humans ever."

"Well mankind has narrowly dodged extinction events before. We must do what we can to ensure it doesn't come to that. It's a lot of pressure, I know." Dr Arnott had made his way up to the top of the stairs now, a bunch of gang members were charging up the stairway with their axes raised. 

He stomped his foot down on the top step and the staircase shook, making the men stagger. He slammed his foot down again in a focused kick and the staircase gave way, collapsing with a loud crash. Several bodies crashed down into the floor and on top of other gang members. A large cloud of dust spread out around them. "Nice one Gramps!" called out Mia.

A gang member swung two axes at Mia and she caught them, she kicked him away, grabbing onto both weapons. "Armageddon will have to contend with the Boltons, ...and the Doc, and the rest of the Resistance." She started swinging the axes around, blocking an attack and then slicing through the throat of a gang member, causing holographic blood to spray through the air. Now it was time to start culling these holobots.

The windows smashed in the upstairs area, as the axemen started coming in through the second storey windows using ladders. Dr Arnott quickly kicked one away from the window, then a foot slammed into his head, making him stagger back. A few more attackers came at him and he deftly dodged and blocked their attacks. He grabbed a bamboo pole that had come loose from the stairs railing and began swinging it around.

He swung the pole with speed and precision and deflected several attacks. He whacked one gang member, sending him falling over the edge and into the restaurant below. "Watch for falling holobots Dear." he called out to Mia.

"Thanks Grandpa." Mia was dancing around swinging her axes and sending blood flying through the air. The Mad Axe Gang members were dropping one by one. After a while she was left covered in blood and breathing heavily, standing amongst dozens of dead holobots. Dr Arnott dropped down onto the table next to her, he was getting his breath back as well. "Is that it?"

"No, we're not done yet. Care to step outside with me?" They walked out into the sunny street of the ancient asian town. Down the street they saw a huge guy with a painted war mask and the black gi of the Mad Axe Gang. He roared and held his two large battle axes up high. "Shun-Zen, one of Anekis' henchmen. Do you know what a boss stage is Grandpa?"

Dr Arnott looked the huge guy over, "I can hazard a guess."

"We need to work together to take him down."

The doctor smiled, "I'll hit him high, you hit him low."

*****

Pretty soon, the time had come around for the meeting. Mia and Dr Arnott got changed again and made their way to the debriefing room in the Angelina. Several other resistance officers were arriving as well. There were the two Majors, Wethling and Cox, both middle aged men. Several other captains showed up as well. She and Zac were clearly the youngest of the captains, and Bernie, but she was away on a mission.

Mia greeted each of them as she saw them. Zac came up to her when he entered the room. "Hey sis. Are you the one I talked to at breakfast this morning, or the other one?"

"Yeah, I saw you this morning ...unfortunately."

"You can see how it can be a bit confusing. Did you find your other half?"

"She's no half. We're two wholes. And yeah, she'll be here."

"Right, so you think we'll be off to battle after this?"




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 03



"Hopefully we'll be doing something."

Then a dark-haired young woman entered the room. It took a few seconds for Mia to realise it was her clone. Her hair had been cut shorter and was jet black. Mia stared in awe. She had bright red hair since she was little, Seeing herself as a brunette was very strange. Her clone saw her staring and gave a sly smile as she came over. "What do you think?"

"Black!" was all Mia said.

"Wow, that's certainly... different." said Zac.

"Yeah, I thought it'd help clear up a bit of confusion. I've decided to go by our middle name from now on as well."

"Jan?" said Mia.

"Yeah." She looked into Mias' eyes, "You can have Mias' life. I'll have a fresh start."

"Just like that?"

"Yep, just like that. It's all for the best, I'm sure you'll agree."

"Does that mean you're going to serve aboard the Ivan Drago?"

"Okay, let's get this meeting under way." came her fathers' voice. Mia didn't notice him enter the room. Zac, Mia and her clone settled down at the long table with all the other officers, there were around fourteen of them all up.

General Bolton stood at the end of the table, near Major Wethling, Major Cox and Dr Arnott. He got straight into it, bringing up a holographic star-map above the table.  

"The Pirate Alliance have pressed their attack, striking out at many inhabited systems along the edges of protected space. Eleven have been hit so far." The star-map zoomed in and displayed several stars high-lighted in red to show the systems that had been attacked. 

"...They're not looking to hold these systems. It seems they're just raiding and reaving, engaging local forces and causing as much damage as possible and leaving before any major Federation reinforcements arrive. The Feds need to defend their systems, it looks as though they are trying to spread the Federation forces thin."

"Where did the Pirates get the numbers for these raids?" asked one of the captains.

"Mercenaries." said General Bolton. "The Pirate Alliance have hired just about every mercenary group there is. We have word that new mercenary groups are forming every day to take advantage of the money that's in it. It seems the PA have no shortage of resources, we're assuming that their funds come from alien technology somehow."

"Are we going to help those people in the worlds being attacked?" asked Mia. "I'd like to show some merc assholes they've chosen the wrong profession."

"We need to choose our battles carefully." said her father. "The Federation should be defending their worlds, but I fear that's just what the PA wants. It looks as though their aiming to spread the Fed forces out before a decisive strike."

"Good, let them strike." said Captain Horris, a ruggedly handsome black man in his thirties. "It's good that someone else is taking the fight to the Federation."

"No, not under these circumstances." said General Bolton.

"Indeed." agreed Dr Arnott. "I'm sure all Resistance officers know are aware of what's at stake here. This super-advanced arms race will only lead to the destruction of our species. I truly believe that mankinds' discovery of advanced alien technology was purely an accident. We're toying with power we were never meant to have. The longer this war goes on, the greater chance we have of triggering an extinction event." 

"We need to try and bring about an end to this war before it's too late." said General Bolton. "...Even if that means helping the Federation to win. Stopping the Pirate Alliance is our best bet. An alliance is out of the question though, both sides would love to destroy us to get their hands on what we have. Like I said: we need to tread carefully and choose our battles wisely."

"We lack any real forces for battle anyway." added Major Cox. "Our forte has been intelligence and espionage, running covert operations."

General Bolton nodded, "Yes, we should make it our priority to strengthen our forces now, so that we're ready when the time comes to strike. ...Major Wethling."

The stocky, grey haired Major stood up. "Thank you General. It would seem this Skylar is very good at keeping her secrets, but the tireless work of our operatives have uncovered something." he tapped on his TAB and brought up another holographic image above the table. The star-map zoomed into a system labelled Kelso and further into a red planet labelled Kelso-3.

"Kelso-3 is home to several mining operations in unprotected space. We've learned that one of the mining facilities is in fact a disguised manufacturing plant for the Pirate Alliance. It is currently producing a new type of mech which uses integrated alien technology, known as Ronin Mechs." A rotating model of the Ronin Mech appeared in the holographic display.

"I saw one of them in action on Verona." said Mia. "They're quite formidable, they make short work of Logan Mechs."

"I heard that Sergeant McKenzie brought one down bare handed." said Captain Horris.

"Nah, Streek was just exaggerating again." said Jan with a smirk.

Major Wethling continued, "A squadron of these Ronin Mechs will significantly boost our ground forces, and if we sabotage their factory while we're at it, it will be a blow to the Pirate Alliance."

"Raid the pirates. I like it." said Mia.

"It would be a good job for our new Hornet squadron." added Zac.

"Yes." agreed General Bolton. "We just need to crew the fighters and assign a wing commander. I have a few candidates in mind."

"Give me the command." said Jan.

"What?" said Mia, looking at her. She wasn't expecting that. 

Her father seemed surprised too. "You? You don't have any fighter experience."

"It's in my blood General, so is leadership. I know I'll make a good wing commander."

"Ha, she's right about that." said Major Cox. "Angelina was a hell of a fighter pilot. She saved my ass in the battle of Bulder. She and Alpha Squadron held off overwhelming numbers of Fed Darts to allow our transports to escape. I would support the daughter of Angelina being our wing commander." Several other officers voiced their agreement.

"And I could help remedy her lack of experience." said Dr Arnott.

"I would rather learn myself than take the mind-write." said Jan. "But since time is in short supply, I'll do it. Whatta you say Dad... General?"

General Bolton considered it for a moment, "We'll see how you go in the simulators. I will give you a chance to prove yourself Captain Bolton."

Jan gave him a smile, "That's all I ask."

Major Wethling continued, "We will discuss our plan of attack once we've assembled our squadron. We will also need to appoint a mech commander and begin training pilots for the Ronin mechs."

After the meeting the Officers were all clearing out. Mia turned to her clone, "Wing Commander eh?"

"A new start." replied Jan.

"You better look after my Hornets." said Zac.

"They're my Hornets now."

"Not yet. Dad said he'd give you a chance to prove you're up to it."

"They're my Hornets." said Jan confidently.

"Well I'm a bit jealous of you now." said Mia. She had dreams of piloting a fighter craft since she was little. Being an ace and a war hero like Mum.

"You're not gunna go for the Mech Commander position are you?"

"Nah, I better stay on the Van Halen and keep Zac in line." She gave her clone a hug, "Good luck Blacky."

*****

The following night, Mia and Jan were dancing in a trendy nightclub. The fast electronic music was blaring and lights were flashing around the large darkened room. Attractive young people were dancing all around them. There were two identical Carlos, who were dancing nearby, but the two Mia clones were dancing together.

Eventually they stopped and left the dance floor and went over to the bar. There were large windows around the huge room and a hazy orange and yellow planet filled up most of the view. Jan ordered a couple of Vodka Martinis from the handsome barman. "What is this place again?" asked Mia.

"What?" called out Jan over the loud music. "Command: Lower music volume." The music suddenly went quieter.

"I said, what is this place?" said Mia.

"Toshi's, on Corona Station, in the Aerowyn System."

"I'd like to come here for real one day."

"Yeah, something to put on our bucket list. If the war doesn't kill us all." The barman put their drinks down on the bar in front of them. 

Mia picked her glass up and raised it, "To new beginnings." Jan smiled and clinked her glass on Mias' and then they both took a long sip.

"Thanks for coming and helping me celebrate." said Jan.

"Of coarse. Why didn't you invite any others here as well."

"Have a guess."

"Cos you wanna fuck me."

"Good guess." 

Mia smiled and took another drink. "How was the mind-write?"

"It was kinda like having a hole drilled in your skull and then having your brain fucked with a cactus. But the pain passes and it's pretty damn cool. When I got into the simulator, it was like I'd flown hundreds of fighter missions."

"Yeah, I heard you aced it. So Dad's convinced then?"

"Of coarse, did you ever have any doubt?" 

"And you got your team assembled?"

"Pretty much. I got some of the old boys from the war, Henderson and Miller and Matheson in a Gnat. There's some ex-Feds who trained as Dart pilots and a few rookies who tested well in the sims, including Jacko."

"Jacko? Really?"

"Yeah, he brought down three other Hornets in the sim. Reckons he got his skills playing video games. I got young Kira as well."

"Streeks' student? The pretty one? I've been helping train the recruits while Streek's away. She's showing a fair bit of promise as a martial artist."

"Yeah, turns out she's not a bad pilot as well. Though we're all pretty green on the Hornets. We're taking them out into the system tomorrow, should be interesting."

"You've gotta get them all ready for a dangerous mission. I don't envy you."

"Yeah, well like Dad says, If a job is difficult, that means it's worth doing."

"Boltons thrive under pressure!" said Mia, lowering her voice and imitating her father, "He says that one too. " She looked at her clone seriously, "I've no doubt you'll lead them well. Just don't get too attached to them."

"Yeah, I know." said Jan sternly. There was a short silence between them as they watched the attractive people moving on the dance floor. 

"So... fucking!" said Mia, breaking the silence.

Jan smiled at her, "Yeah, how would you like to lose your virginity tonight?"

"Yeah, I would. What did you have in mind? Carlos?"

"No, I had something else in mind." She got up and went over to the end of the bar and picked up the small silver case that she had come into the holo-shed with.

"What do you have there?" Jan came back over and opened the case, putting it on the bar front of them. A wicked grin crossed her face, "Is that a cyber-neural strap-on?"

"Yeah, I borrowed it from Belinda in Engineering."

Mia picked up the pink dildo from the case and smiled, "I wanted to try out one of these."

"I know. You're not the only one, she told me that Bernie borrowed it from her before."

"Ha, really? I wonder if she used it on Streek, ...when he was a woman. ...It was when he was a woman right?"

"Yeah. Belinda said that Bernie promised to put out for her, but never did. So she said if I wanted to borrow it, I had to pay her straight up."

"Oh, ...did you and Belinda..."

"I gave her a blowjob."

Mia laughed, "Really?"

Jan smiled too, "Yeah, it was pretty weird sucking on the dildo, but she seemed to really enjoy it."

"You whore!" said Mia smiling.

"I'm gunna make you my whore Redhead. Whatta ya say? You want me to pop your cherry tonight?"

Mia smiled at her, "Yeah, let's do it. This war is probably going to kill us. I don't want to die a virgin."

"Let's go somewhere else then."

Soon they were at the luxury villa where Mia used to enjoy having sex with Carlos. There was a magnificent sunset over the ocean, that could be seen from the large opulent balcony. 

The clones were both naked in the luxurious suite. Jan had the toy strapped to her groin and the white headband around her dark hair. The bright pink, seven-inch-long, penis shaped dildo stuck out in front of her and the soft base pressed into her skin, moulding into her body.

"Here goes..." said Jan, switching it on. Mia watched as she moved her hand down to the dildo and started tentatively touching it, then she started rubbing it harder. The headband transmitted the tactile sensations into her mind, she could feel it.

"How does it feel?" asked Mia. 

"Not sure, ...a little strange." She felt for the little dial on the headband and turned the sensitivity up. She started rubbing it again. "Oooh, that's not bad. So this is what it feels like to have a cock."

Mia got closer and wrapped her hand around the dildo, "You like that?"

"Yeah, I like it." Mia moved her face closer to Jans' and their lips pressed together. Their passions started to stir as their wet tongues rubbed against each other. Jan reached up and grabbed her clones' firm breast. Mia continued to rub the rubbery dildo.

Mia was starting to breathe heavily, she was getting really turned on. She could remember the pleasure her clone gave her last time they had sex, and her body wanted more. She looked into Jans' eyes, she was red faced and breathing heavily too. "You want to fuck me Stud?"

"Oh yeah!" breathed Jan. Mia turned around and got onto the huge round bed, she was on her knees, and lifted her firm pale ass up. Her little bumhole and thin pink pussy lips were pointing up at Jan. Mia looked around at her smiling, she brushed her bright red hair aside.

Jan smiled back and then got down and grabbed her ass firmly and buried her face into her pussy, poking her tongue up inside. Mia let out a pleasurable moan as the tongue rubbed at her soft, wet flesh. Jan lapped at the tight pussy for a little while as she rubbed the dildo. 

She moved her head back and licked her lips. "You're so wet already."

"Yeah, I'm ready." said Mia. She wiggled her ass invitingly. Her pussy was tingling wildly, she really wanted to be fucked. Jan got up and moved into position behind her. She grabbed the dildo and rubbed the round head of it along Mias' wet slit. 

"Oooooh yeah! The tip is more sensitive." said Jan as she slowly slid the toy up and down Mias' hot cunt, coating it with her juices. 

Mia was breathing heavily again, "Come on, put it in."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" teased Jan.

"Do it Bitch!" 

"You're the bitch. ...My bitch." Jan started pushing it forward. Mia could feel the round head pushing into her tight wet slit, opening her up. Then she felt the sharp pain as it forced its' way through her hymen and then slid down deep inside her. The pain was short lived, and Mia liked the feeling of her wet pussy tightly hugging the big dildo.

"Ooooh yeah!" moaned Jan. "You're nice and tight. That feels good. How are you doing there Red?"

"Mmmmm. I think the shock ring has increased my pain tolerance, that wasn't too bad. Go on Stud, fuck me."

Jan pulled back and then slowly pushed the dildo in deep again, making Mia moan. She grabbed her red-headed clone by the hips and started fucking with deep slow thrusts. Jan pulled back until the pink dildo was almost out, she looked down at it. "There's barely any blood, guess the nano ...mechano regeneration thing helps."

"Ah ha." said Mia. She moaned softly as her clone pushed it back in deep again. She was enjoying the feeling of the dildo rubbing at the soft flesh of her pussy. Jan groaned as she rocked the strap-on back and forth, fucking her pretty clone with a steady rhythm.

The two of them kept at it for a while as Jan banged Mia from behind. Then she pulled the dildo out again. "Hey, don't stop." protested Mia. 

"I'm not." She pushed Mia over and she compliantly rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. Jan climbed on top, getting into the missionary position and quickly pushed the dildo back into her. Mia softly moaned as the object penetrated her again. Their lips came together and they passionately kissed. Jan moved her ass up and down as she started pumping the tight, wet pussy again.

Mia could feel the pleasure starting to build as the dildo continually thrust deep into her. She dug her nails into her clones' back. Jan started breathing more heavily, Mia could tell that she was approaching climax as well. She held back, waiting for her clone to come. It didn't take long till Jan started groaning loudly and Mia joined her, letting the waves of intense pleasure wash over her.

Jan collapsed on top of her as their mutual orgasms subsided. Mias' head was swimming, she couldn't believe that strap-on sex could feel so good. Jan pulled out of her tight pussy and rolled off of her as they both got their breath back.

"Well, ...that was certainly different." said Jan. "You're not a virgin any more, how do you feel."

"Eager. Take that thing off and pass it here. You're not gunna keep your cherry for much longer."

"Oh goody." said Jan, quickly removing the straps around her hips. She helped Mia to put it on. It felt weird as the soft base moulded into her body. She removed the white headband from Jans' dark, sweaty hair and put it around her head.

Mia felt the strange pressure on her crotch as she turned it on. She moved her hand down and rubbed the pink dildo that was wet and sticky with her juices. She could feel the sensations of her hand pressing into it. It felt like the dildo was part of her body. She had a cock.

Jan looked down at it and smiled, "Everything working all right?"

"Oh yeah, it feels all right to me." said Mia, as she began rubbing it harder.

"Hey, quit jerking off!" Jan forcefully pushed Mia down on the bed and climbed on top, straddling her. "I thought you were gunna pop my cherry." Before Mia could do anything, she got hold of the dildo and poked it into her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself down on it until it forced its way up through her hymen and deep inside her. "Oooh Fuck!" she cried out, throwing her head back.

Mia groaned under her. The pussy felt tight around the dildo, it was a strange feeling, but Mia liked it. Jan smiled down at her, "And there goes my cherry." She started slowly moving her pussy up and down, riding the dildo. Mia could feel how wet she was as it slid inside her. It was so strange, only moments ago this dildo was fucking her, now she was the one fucking the pussy. 

The more it went on, the more she liked it. But after a while, she decided she wanted to be on top. She wanted to fuck her clone harder than she fucked her. She reached up and grabbed Jan and she squealed as they rolled over on the bed. With the dildo still wedged inside her, she got on top and pinned her clone down. "Oooh, you're getting forceful." said Jan, "...I like it!"

Mia spread her clones' legs wide and started banging the dildo into her with deep thrusts. It felt great, and she loved the way Jan was moaning loudly underneath her. She got hold of her boobs and roughly groped them and played with her nipples while she pumped the dildo inside her. She felt like a man fucking her this way, it was exciting. She could also feel her pussy tingling wildly and her juices flowing.

The pleasure started to build deep in her pussy as she fucked her clone. She knew the Strap-on was going to make her cum. Soon she peaked and was riding another intense orgasm as she continued to plough the dildo into the tight wet pussy. After a little while, Jan writhed underneath her and moaned loudly as she reached her climax as well.

Mia pulled out of her and rolled off, and once again the two of them were laying side by side on the bed getting their breath back. "That does it, I'm getting my own one of these." said Mia, gently stroking the cyber-neural strap-on. That was an amazing experience.




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 03



"I think we should keep going, make sure our virginity is well and truly gone." said Jan. Mia smiled at her, both of them were young and fit, they could keep going at it for hours. It sounded like a great night.

******

The next day, the Hornets left the base and were out training near one of moons, over on the far side of Lis. Zac and Mia had taken the Van Halen out and joined them around the large icy moon. The surface was white with a reddish tinge from the systems' red sun. It looked quite smooth from space, except for the great mountain ranges that ran over the surface like thick veins.

The fighter squadron was practicing manoeuvres over the moons surface. The triangular crafts looked like red and white spearheads darting about in formation. The two Gnat bombers were pod shaped with wide, curved wings. They were more manoeuvrable than they appeared and were capable of delivering a payload of small, but devastating xenoform bombs.

After a few hours out there, Jan was ready to head back to base, "Good work Alpha Squadron. Let's wrap this up. I'll shout you all drinks back at Sunnydale."

"Are the fighters holding up okay out here?" asked Zac over the comm.

"Yeah, they're doing fine bro. They're powerhouses, but they handle like a dream."

"How about a race back to the base then?"

"Against the Van Halen? You'd win."

"I've never known you to admit defeat so easily Sis. We'll give you a head start."

"Maybe I'm interested. What's the coarse?"

"We fly to each of the planets' seven moons and then back to the base. You gotta get within a hundred kilometres of each moons' surface."

"Okay, and you have to wait until we reach the first moon before you start."

"Okay fine, and there's a bottle of Single-Malt for the winner."

"I'll have a bottle of top-shelf Vodka thanks. You're gunna wish you never challenged me Dufus."

"Talk the talk while you can Sis."

"Good luck Blacky, you're gunna need it." said Mia.

The six Hornets formed up and then soon shot away, heading toward the furthest moon, over on the other side of Lis. Zac tapped at the command console and brought down the Van Halens' shields.

"What are you doing?" asked Mia.

"Giving the engines more power. Those fighters can move, we're gunna need every edge we can get."

"I think it's against regs to fly around without shields."

"Are you going to report me Sis?"

"You're being reckless." She gave him a smile. "I think I'm starting to rub off on you Bro. Let's beat her."

Some time later, back over at the Sunnydale base, one of the Hornet fighters was first to cross over the invisible finish line, getting within a hundred kilometres of the base. Another Hornet wasn't far behind it, and a few seconds later, the Van Halen crossed. 

Zac opened up a comm to Jan, "You cheating bitch! You could have got us killed!"

"Yeah, I could have easily. What kind of idiot flies around without any shields?" replied Jan.

"If one of those laser blasts had hit us..."

"I made sure they didn't. Don't be a sore loser Zac. Your 'fastest ship in the galaxy' came in third place. I'd like that bottle of Vodka sooner rather than later thanks."

Zac was fuming, but Mia smiled next to him in the Van Halens' cockpit. Jan had fired at them in order to scare Zac into powering up the shields again, and it worked. It gave her the slight edge she needed to beat the Van Halen, but her stunt cost her the lead. "Who came in first?" asked Mia.

"That would be young Kira. Well done Private."

"Thanks Captain. That was fun. It was beginners' luck I guess."

"Yeah, must have been. How about I shout you dinner as a reward?"

"Cool, I look forward to it."

"Hey, not fair!" came Jackos' voice, "I think my Hornet had a faulty stabilizer, can we run the race again?"

Then the console in front of Mia beeped. "Were getting another hail, ...it's from Dad."

"Oh shit!" said Zac. Did he know how reckless they were being out there? "Put him on." General Boltons' stern moustachioed face appeared on the viewscreen. "General."

"I need you to return to base right now Captains."

"We weren't doing anything." said Zac defensively.

"We just got word from Captain Anders on New Heidi. Sergeant McKenzie is MIA."

.....



Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - DeuSex Machina

The constant bumping motion was the first thing Maxine became aware of as she came around. She felt dizzy and disoriented as she slowly opened her eyes, it was a familiar feeling for her. She was sitting up in a small, closed off space. The revving sound of an engine and the bumping motion underneath her told her that she was in a moving vehicle of some kind. There was a closed door directly in front of her.

She looked over and saw her sire, Streek. A flash of anger and hatred immediately hit her. He was sitting up, but slumped over unconscious, his hands and feet chained to the floor. Maxine quickly looked down and saw that her hands and feet were chained as well. They had both been dressed in plain, orange high visibility clothing. It reminded her of when she was taken to the prison.

She angrily struggled against her bonds, but it was no use. She was a prisoner. Since her sire was chained up beside her, she guessed that it was their mutual enemy, the Federation that had captured them. She calmed down and tried to remember what had happened. 

She had confronted Streek in the Rodfern Undercity, and was going to take him out once and for all. It was an intense fight, and they found themselves falling down into the dark void. They were both falling to their death, but she was determined to be the one to kill him, not the fall. They were striking out at each other as they fell, and their power was building, and then ...nothing, she woke up here.

Perhaps Streek knew more. "Hey Asshole, wake up!" she called out to him. "Streek! Wake up, fuck ya!" Slowly he started to stir, he let out a groan as his eyes blinked open and he looked around.

"...the fuck?"

"Fuckin' Blue-coats I think. Do you know what happened?"

"...No." Then he started struggling against his bonds. "No! Not the Feds!"

"Calm down Asshole, we're not going anywhere." Then the vehicle hit a large bump that rocked them both. "Well I guess we are going somewhere. We gotta take them out first chance we get. Are you with me?"

"I thought we were dead. Where are we?"

"I don't fuckin' know. Remember, first chance we get. Don't fuck it up."

Streek gave her a spiteful look, "...Whatever."

Eventually the transport came to a stop. Then the door in front of them slid open and her suspicions were confirmed as they saw two Federation troopers in front of them in their blue armour, pointing their laser rifles.

"Where are we?" asked Streek.

"Shut the hell up clone. Here's how it's gunna be, you two are going to come with us and you're gunna keep your mouths shut. Trust me, if you give us any trouble, it's just gunna make things worse for you. If you try anything you're not gunna get far, I guarantee it."

"Oh, a guarantee. I'll hold you to that." said Maxine.

"I said shut the hell up!"

The two clones were lead out of the vehicle with their wrists and ankles chained. Maxine looked around and saw that they were in some sort of parking bay, a huge room with white steel walls. She assessed the security, along with the two troopers leading them out, there were six other armed Fed Troopers stationed around the room. She also saw a few smooth plated blue and white androids and a ceiling turret. The room was sealed off with a huge blast door which they must have come through. The vehicle they were travelling in seemed to be a big all terrain shuttle bus. It had six large wheels and thick armoured plating.

With their limited mobility and all that firepower, she knew it was impossible for them to do anything for the time being. Perhaps if she still had her slave collar...

"Enough sight-seeing, get moving clones." said the trooper, pointing his rifle at her. Maxine and Streek moved toward a set of doors, with their escort of blue armoured Fed Troopers. Maxine looked at the one that seemed to be in charge and noticed the silver cylinder hanging from his belt; a stun-rod. That was good, she could use that. 

She stopped walking and just stood there. The trooper prodded her with his rifle, "Keep moving Bitch!" 

"Fuck you, you stupid Fed Cunt!" said Maxine, before spitting on him.

"Now's not the time." said Streek softly. Obviously he hadn't caught on to what she was doing. She hoped the useless Prick was ready to act.

"I warned you about giving me any shit!" said the trooper raising his rifle.

"Yeah, what are you gunna do? Fuckin' pansy-ass little Faggot in your pretty blue costume. Even the weakest, most pathetic pirate would make you his bitch, and you would love that wouldn't you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" There was an explosion of pain to her face as the trooper angrily struck her with the butt of his rifle. Maxine staggered and her chained ankles caused her to topple over onto the ground. She quickly sat up, shaking off the blow and tasting the blood in her mouth. "That all you got? Fuckin' pathetic. You probably couldn't even make a little girl cry."

"Oh, I'll show you, fuckin' clone Slut!" The trooper grabbed the stun rod from his belt and flicked it on, extending it's length to around a meter, it crackled with electric power. Maxine looked up at him, 'yes, good boy. Strike me with it and fill me with power.' Streek looked on, he realised what she was doing and he was getting ready to spring into action.

The trooper raised the stun rod, ready to strike her. "STOP!!" yelled someone from the doorway. "Put that fuckin' thing away Corporal Grayson."

The trooper turned to the man who was quickly approaching them, "Commander, this prisoner was being difficult, I'm just pulling her in line."

"I said put that stun rod away now. That's an order."

The trooper exhaled sharply and then lowered the stun rod, "Yes sir."

'Fuck!' thought Maxine, she was so close. The commander looked to be in his thirties. He had short, curly dark hair and a round, babyish face with hazel eyes. He was of average height with a stocky build and wearing the usual blue Federation officers uniform. He quickly looked over Streek and Maxine and then turned back to the trooper. 

"She wasn't cooperating, I was just giving her a little motivation." said the trooper.

"Do you know what you're dealing with here Corporal?"

"Yes sir; clones. They don't scare me."

"You are a fuckin' idiot. Did you happen to go over the items that were found on them?" "Yes Sir, but I don't see what..."

The Commander had his TAB out. "Two vibroblade knives, one Champion Ruby laser pistol, one Scorpion Tail stun pistol, two xenoform enhanced TABs, one xenoform shield belt - depleted. Interesting, I'll have my techs look at that one." He continued, "One powered up slave collar - unlocked, one xenoform shock ring, designed to deliver a shock to the wearer." 

He looked up at the trooper, "What do you make of the last two items?"

"Uh, ...someone was trying to control them."

"Seriously? The slave collar was unlocked, it could be easily removed, and as for the ring, even if it couldn't be slipped off, a clone could just cut off their finger and it would grow back. The clones wanted to deliver electrical shocks to themselves. My guess is that it gives them some advantage, makes them more powerful. Now tell me Corporal, what were you about to do when I came in here?"

"I... I didn't know Sir."

"Because you're a fuckin' idiot. I'm demoting you to Private until you can learn to use some fuckin' brains."

The trooper gave him a shocked look, "Sir, come on! How was I supposed to..."

"Dismissed Private Grayson, get the fuck out of here now." The trooper gave him an angry look and then turned and stormed off. The commander looked at another trooper, "Issue a notice to all personnel to remove any shock weapons until further notice."

"Yes Sir."

The commander looked down at Maxine, "Help her up." he told the other troopers. "Can't blame you for trying Sweetheart, I'm surrounded by idiots here."

"Who the fuck are you?" asked Maxine as she was lifted to her feet.

"Commander Keither LeFors, I'm in charge here."

"And where's here?"

"The Galactic Federations' secret New Heidi facility of coarse. Deep under Rodfern. We call it the Under-undercity. I know who you two are; clones of Stephen McKenzie. Among the Federations' most wanted, and the Pirate Alliances' as well. Six million dollars, that's a hell of a bounty."

"What happened out there?" asked Streek, "How did we come to be here?"

"I'll answer your questions in good time. Come, I want to show you something."

The commander started walking again and Streek and Maxine walked along with him, with their escort of armed troopers. They exited the large parking bay and were walking down a long, sterile white corridor.

Commander LeFors looked at Maxine again, "Came back to your old killing grounds, eh? You know, in the Federation we talk about the Resolve like it's some campfire horror story; 'The Dark Ship'."

"The Resolve?" said Maxine. She struggled to remember what had happened there. She only got flashes, bright green laser bursts and plenty of dead bodies floating in the darkness. It was her sires' memories that her mistress must have deemed unimportant for her to hold onto.

"The Federation brought it on themselves." said Streek coldly.

"Is that so? As the story goes, the Pirate Alliance needed to smuggle out their precious cloning pod through the Federation blockade. The PA caught us unaware with an alien bomb that disabled all the cruisers, knocking out every electronic system, leaving them in the dark, in zero gravity and with no communications." "...It was more than enough for the pirates to accomplish their objective, but they also hit the Resolve with a vicious strike team. Super advanced killbots armed with laser cannons and savage clone cyborgs breached the Federations flag ship and began tearing through it, brutally massacring everyone they came across." "...The ships crew didn't stand a chance. Then the attackers disappeared as quickly as they had appeared, leaving the dark ship full of floating, dismembered bodies. Everyone in the Cruiser would have then suffocated to death if it weren't for the quick actions of the chief engineer and his crew, getting the life support back online."

He looked at Maxine, "Funny, you seem a lot more monstrous in the stories."

"Oh I can do monstrous."

"That wasn't exactly how it went." said Streek. "We were taken prisoner by the Feds and were being tortured and abused. Then we escaped. And yeah, I didn't feel too bad about spilling Fed blood on the way out. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned there commander."

LeFors looked at him coolly, "Hmm, there's always more to it isn't there?"

They came to a turbolift and started heading down further into the facility. "What are you going to do with us?" asked Streek.

"To be honest, I haven't really decided yet. I really should hand you over to my superiors. In fact, I would get into a lot of trouble if I don't do that, but you know what? Fuck 'em! I was never very well liked by those Pricks, never been a good ass-kisser. That's why they stuck me down here in this hole. Out of sight, out of fuckin' mind."

Maxine looked at him, "Well, while you're deciding what to do with us, I'd like to warn you that getting on my bad side would be a very bad idea. Forgiveness and mercy are not my strong suits."

"Yes, the survivors of the Dark Ship can attest to that, but this blue uniform I'm wearing means you want to kill me anyway."

"True, but your actions will determine just how much you will suffer."

"Well consider me scared." said LeFors, though he didn't look it. They stepped out of the turbolift and started walking down another corridor. They soon came to a large glass security door. LeFors submitted a retinal scan on the console by the door and then they entered.

It looked like some sort of secure, high-tech laboratory. Maxine observed several guards around the place and scientists in white lab coats going about their business. She wondered why he had brought them here. 

The commander led them on and they soon entered another large room with sterile white walls. In the centre was a large machine that was obviously alien in origin. It had a similar look to the alien cloning pod that had created her and Streek, only it was much larger, around six meters wide and four meters high. It had no straight lines at all and had a luminous metallic shine to it. It seemed quite beautiful, like a sculpture or something.

"A beauty isn't she." said LeFors. 

"Yeah? What does it do?" asked Streek.

"Perhaps you should ask what it did."

"Okay, what it did?"

"It brought the two of you here to us."

Streek looked at him like he was an idiot, "The transport parked out there brought us here."

"I mean this machine is the reason you came to be down here. They have given it some long scientific name, but we just call it the Coincidence Generator."

"Coincidence Generator?" said Maxine.

"The scope of its power is truly awesome. It can bend space and time, alter events and change ones fate. It can alter reality. Truly a god from the machine!"

"What are you talking about?" said Streek, "This machine didn't bring us here."

"Earlier today we activated it for the first time, a test run. I really had no idea what was going to happen when I flicked the switch. Then BOOM! There was big fuckin' explosion, scared the shit out of me. I sent a team to investigate and guess what they found. Two of the Federations' most wanted, unconscious in a crater down here in the dark Under-undercity. Don't you think it's a bit strange? The two of you falling down here, surviving the fall and the explosion. Pretty much landing in the front yard of our secret research facility."

"But the machine didn't make it happen, it's all just a..."

"Coincidence?" said LeFors smiling.

"It all sounds a bit far-fetched to me." said Maxine.

"Like a pod that can turn garbage into super-soldiers?" said LeFors. "Yeah, This Alien technology is all a little far-fetched."

Streek and Maxine stared at the large alien machine. Was it true? Did this machine really bring them here? Did it alter their destiny so that they were now Federation prisoners?

Commander LeFors continued, "I'm going to try it out again. Give it more power this time. It's going to take around sixteen hours for it to build enough energy. I can't wait to see what it will do this time. ...Well I can see you two are impressed with my machine, now let's see about organising some accommodation." 

****

They had put Maxine in a cage. A fuckin' cage! It was around four meters cubic and solidly constructed out of steel bars and mesh. Sitting in the centre of one of their white rooms. They had put a foam mattress and portable sink and basin in there for her. She knew Streek was in an identical set-up in the next room. Pity, if they had put him in with her she could have amused herself killing him slowly.

LeFors had explained that their holding cells used an energy field to keep the prisoners in. He didn't trust them around an energy field. She could say this for him, he was no fool. He was going to make her escape difficult. She didn't know what to make of him, he wasn't what she expected in a Federation officer. He didn't seem very hostile toward them, but she wasn't convinced he didn't intend her any harm. She certainly intended him and every other Blue-coat bastard a whole lot of harm, she just needed to get out of this fuckin' cage.

Two guards were posted on her. The blue armoured Federation troopers stood in the room holding their laser rifles and stared at her coldly. They both appeared to be in their late twenties, a weasely looking white guy and a slim black man. Maxine could only sit down on her foam mattress and wait. Her opportunity would come, she just needed to watch for it and be ready. That blonde bitch Anders would be looking for Streek, no doubt. Perhaps she could find them and take the Feds on, but she wasn't counting on it.

The hours slowly passed by. It was difficult for Maxine to know how long she had been there in that cage. One of her guards, the white guy, brought her a meal and placed it at the slot in the door.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked. The trooper just ignored her. "Come on, you can talk to me. Your commander was quite chatty." He gave her a cold stare and then turned and walked away.

She went over and got her meal and started eating. It was some bland premade lasagne. Not very enjoyable, but Maxine just saw it as fuelling her body. When she finished eating she laid down on the mattress for a while and eventually drifted off to sleep.  

She didn't know how long she had slept for and had no idea of the time. Was it the middle of the night, or middle of the day? She was awake for a while before LeFors showed up again, with two more troopers in tow. Maxine stood and faced him as he approached. "I don't take too kindly to being caged." she told him.

"Are you up for some exercise then?"

Maxine looked at him cautiously, "What do you have in mind Blue-coat?"

"Come with me and you'll find out."

"Are you giving me a choice?" 

"Yeah, stay here if you want."

"What about Streek?"

"I'll give him the choice too." 

Maxine stared at him, she didn't like not knowing what he had in store for her, but her opportunity could come. She didn't want to wait in the cage any longer. "Okay." She allowed them to chain her hands and feet through the bars before unlocking the door and leading her out.

"Stay here." said LeFors when they got out into the corridor. "I won't be long." Maxine waited with her two Fed trooper guards. She could probably take them both out, even chained up, but then what? 

Commander LeFors soon returned with Streek. He was chained like her. He looked Maxine over, "Did they do anything to you?"

"What do you care Asshole?" 

They started moving down the corridor. "Do you two have an interest in history?" said LeFors. "History is full of major cock-ups. Denascus for example. Someone thought it was a good idea to have all our precious Alien tech in one super facility, and then just pile on all the security. Then it took one idiotic Commander, Jon Paston, to make the fateful decision to draw a large portion of that security force away for use in the war. Then one cunning and opportunistic leader, Nexius Cley, to lead the pirate forces and smash what was left of the security. It all triggered a chain of events that lead to this war, and even the creation of the two of you." "...As a species, it usually takes major cock-ups like that for us to learn. So now the Federation has its Alien technology distributed in several secret, hidden facilities around the galaxy. Then at least if one falls, we still have the rest. This is one of those facilities."

"How many are there?" asked Maxine.

"Sorry Princess, that's privileged information."

"Don't call me Princess."

"But I've shared something with you, so how about you tell me something. We thought you were with the PA, but they've put out a sizeable bounty on you. Perhaps you've had a spectacular falling out. Do you have any association with the Resistance?"

"No." said Maxine, she nodded at Streek, "But he's Resistance." Streek glared at her coldly.

"Interesting." said LeFors. "...and you said you were the one aboard the Resolve?" Streek just stayed silent.

They turned a corner and walked on, deeper into the facility. Maxine saw a sign on the wall that read, "Genetic Engineering Division." Then they came to a set of doors that had the words, "Testing Room 1." They entered the large room. 

Glass windows ran up high along each of the walls, there was a large blast door on the far side, around thirty meters away. Maxine could see traces of blood splotched on some spots on the white walls.

"You're going to help me test out some of the war beasts we've been developing here. We've been working on some nasty fuckin' biters that we can unleash on our enemies to draw away fire from our troopers and hopefully cause some serious damage. I want to test them against some real fighters and see how far along they've come."




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 04



"You can't be serious." said Streek.

"Sure I can. It's all in the interest of science. Should be quite entertaining too. Clones versus beasts, a fight to the death. There's something gladiatorial about it. We don't usually have much excitement around here."

"Can we win our freedom?" 

LeFors chuckled, "Yeah, right!" Several troopers trained their weapons on them as their hands and feet were unchained. 

"Do we get weapons?" asked Maxine.

"No." Then the commander and the troopers drew out of the room. "Good luck clones." They sealed the doors, leaving Maxine and Streek standing there. 

Streek looked down at the large blast doors, "Whatever comes through there, we should work tog..." THWACK! Maxine kicked him hard in the head. She pounced on him as he stumbled back and Streek cried out as they fell to the floor. She wrapped her hands around his throat and squeezed. Streek managed to get his leg up to her chest and pushed her off of him. "You fuckin' mad bitch!" he said, getting up and rubbing his neck.

Maxine came at him again with a series of fast punches that he barely managed to block. Streek struck back at her and the two of them were furiously fighting again. Commander LeFors was watching through the window above them. His voice came through the speakers, "Hey, cut that out you two! Save it for the beasts." He turned to his Lieutenant next to him, "Just release them." 

The blast doors at the end of the room started lifting up toward the ceiling. Streek and Maxine didn't even notice, they were still intensely striking out at each other. There was a low growl and the four beasts entered the large room. They were quadrupeds around the size of horses, but their body shape resembled a tiger or leopard. Their appearance was more reptilian though, covered in hard, blue and grey scales and with large claws and big mouths full of sharp teeth.

The beasts were hungry, they were in hunting mode and regarded the two clones with their predatory eyes. They all thought the same thing, 'meat.' Streek leapt back as Maxine gave a strong roundhouse kick at his head, "MAX!" he yelled at her, then pointed into the room. 

Maxine looked at the four large predators that were stalking toward them, "Drakk!" The lead beast suddenly pounced toward Maxine and she quickly rolled out of the way. Another one came at her, bearing its sharp teeth and she leapt over it, stepping off its scaly back. The third one was in front of her and she gave it a hard kick to the head, but it was unphazed. It swiped out with its long claws, Maxine felt the intense sting as it cut along her chest. Then she leapt back as one of the beasts came at her again, gnashing its' large jaws.

The beasts were fast and agile, Maxine and Streek had to keep moving to avoid being torn apart by their sharp teeth and claws. Maxine lashed out at them when she could, but it seemed to be pointless, she wasn't hurting them at all. She considered their eyes to be a weak point, but it was extremely difficult to get at them without getting her hand bitten off by those sharp teeth. "This is useless!" she called out to Streek. "We need fuckin' weapons." If only she had her shock collar, or her champion ruby. 

"I have an idea." called Streek as he leapt out of the way of a pouncing beast. "...Can you keep three of them busy?"

Maxine leapt over another beast that came at her and then swiftly dodged another slashing claw, "I thought that's what I was doing!" Her blood was pumping and she was breathing hard as she continued to move around, dodging the wild beasts. One of them was going for Streek and she gave a hard kick to the side of its' abdomen, she rolled back as it turned and slashed at her, growling loudly.

Then she noticed a shirtless Streek riding on the back of one of the beasts, it was bucking wildly, trying to get him off. He held onto his bright orange shirt that was tightly wrapped around the animals' neck. 'Yeah, that should do it, choke the fuckin' thing to death.' She swiftly leapt out of the way as more sharp teeth came chomping at her head.

Maxine managed to keep the three beasts at bay and avoid being torn apart until the beast Streek was riding was sufficiently starved of oxygen and finally collapsed on the ground dead. Streek got off of it and went around to its' head. He lifted its' jaws and gave a couple of hard kicks to its teeth. A few of the sharp, three-inch-long teeth broke off and he picked them up.

Maxine continued to frantically dodge the barrage of teeth and claws that came at her. She was getting fatigued and out of breath. She hoped she wouldn't have to keep doing this while Streek choked them one by one. Then Streek came over and joined her. One of the beasts pounced at him and he flipped over its' head. "Max! The head!" he called out.

Maxine saw the bloody tooth lodged between its' eyes. She leapt up and came down with a focused kick that drove the tooth down into the beasts' skull. The creature let out a high pitched squeal and then slumped down dead. 'Well, well. Streek's' not completely useless after all.' 

They did the same thing with the last two beasts. Streek stabbed the teeth into their heads and Maxine drove them in with a hard kick. Soon they were standing there amongst the four dead animals getting their breath back. The cut across Maxines' chest had stopped bleeding and was rapidly healing itself. Her orange shirt was now torn and bloodstained. 

The sound of clapping came out from the speakers, "Well done clones." said LeFors. "...You truly do live up to your legend. That was quite a show, I'm impressed."

Maxine looked over at the shirtless Streek. She could take him out now, while he was exhausted and weakened. Never mind that she was as well. "The show's not over yet."

Streek looked at her incredulously, "Oh come on. Give me a break!"

"Okay, I'll give you several breaks." said Maxine as she came at him with a straight kick. They started fighting again, striking at each other furiously despite being worn out.

"Stop that you two!" said LeFors. "I didn't put you in there to fight each other." He turned to his Lieutenant, "Perhaps this is a good opportunity to test out project Cupid. Can we get it to the testing room quickly?" 

"Yes sir, I believe we can."

Maxine continued to attack Streek furiously. She was getting frustrated that she couldn't get the upper hand, but she kept at it. They fought on, punching and kicking and grappling and throwing. They were both slowing down as they got more fatigued and were hurting all over. 

Eventually the blast doors at the end of the room started rising again. The two clones stopped and caught their breath, both were wet with perspiration and were bruised and battered. "Oh shit! Is he setting more creatures onto us?" said Streek.

The door raised up to the ceiling, on the other side they saw a large hulking figure. It looked liked some sort of plant creature. It was mostly green, with tentacle like vines coming out from its bulky body. It also had a couple of what looked like large purple closed up flowers on each side of it.

"What the fuck is that thing?" said Streek. "I don't care, let's kill it." said Maxine. They both just stared at it for a little while, then it started to stir. The two flowers opened up in a bright orange bloom, then it made a loud hissing sound. It appeared to be spraying some sort of gas out into the room. Maxine didn't like the look of this one bit, "What the fuck is this LeFors?!"

"We call it Cupid. It was engineered to encourage enemy combatants to stop being ...combative. I'm hoping it will get you two to stop trying to kill each other."

"Are you trying to poison us?" said Streek. "You'll find it quite hard to poison a clone."

"No, it's not poisoning you, but right now you are breathing in millions of microscopic spores that are entering your bloodstream and going to work altering your brain chemistry. It's more like a drug than poison, and I know drugs can affect clones."

"Oh that's it LeFors! I am not going to go easy on you now!" threatened Maxine. The blast door at the end of the room started lowering again. It closed on the plant-like creature and sealed them in again. 

Maxine was very angry. That Blue-coat Asshole thinks he can just drug her and stop her from trying to kill Streek? Fuck him! She could feel her heart beating even faster and a strange buzzing feeling within her body. 

She suddenly lunged at Streek again and caught him unaware with a strong right hook to his face. A satisfying spray of blood came from his mouth as he reeled and cried out. She followed up straight away with a left straight punch, but Streek managed to get his arm up and block it. She swung her right fist at him again, but he blocked that and then kicked at her chest, knocking her back.

Now her whole body was starting to tingle and the strange sensation was getting stronger. Her heart was beating rapidly and she found herself panting and feeling flushed as her hot blood rushed through her body. Her large breasts were heaving under the tight orange shirt. The 'spores' were definitely having an effect on her. She was fearful of what was happening to her. She bent down and placed her hands on her knees and took deep breaths, trying to keep calm and in control.

Maxine raised her head and looked over at Streek. She could tell they were affecting him as well. He was red faced and breathing heavily. She could see his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes lingered on his slender torso, he had a light covering of chest hair and she could make out some muscle tone, had he been working out? 

Maxine snapped out of it. Why the hell was she looking at him like that? She didn't even like men, and she really hated that one. The anger she usually felt when she looked at Streek seemed to have faded away. It was the stupid fuckin' spores, she had to fight them. She looked over at Streek again and reminded herself that he had to die, she wanted to kill him more than anything, ...but there was just something so alluring about him.

Her body continued to tingle all over, but now it was strongest in her crotch. She could feel the arousal building in her vagina, it was getting wetter. "Ungh, Dammit!" she said to herself as she struggled to retain control of her body. 

She couldn't help running her eyes over Streeks' beautiful, sexy bare chest again. Then she noticed the bulge of his erection at the front of his pants. She involuntarily bit her bottom lip, the sight of it seemed to fill her with wonderful excitement and her wet pussy seemed to throb. She wanted nothing more than for those pants to come off so she could see his fantastic cock.

Cock! The thought of it sent her mind into a spin. Memories came flooding back of the prison on Verona. There were so many cocks there. Her body had been violated by one thick member after another. She had always looked back on that with intense anger and disgust, now the memories were stirring up wild passions within her. For the first time, she wished that she was back there again.

Now there was a nice hard cock right in front of her. Streek moved his hand around and groaned as he rubbed as the bulge in front of his pants. Maxines' vagina was pulsing and tingling and drooling. It was demanding attention. Without thinking about it, her hand slipped down into her pants and her fingers were rubbing forcefully at her labia through the damp panties. It felt really good, Maxine let out a pleasurable moan.

She looked into Streeks' eyes, dark brown eyes that were identical to hers. Her male counterpart had a ravenous look on his red face as he stared back. His mouth seemed to gape and drool as his eyes moved down to her heaving breasts. Maxine found herself being drawn toward him. They were both moving closer, as if caught in each others' gravity. Nothing could keep them apart now, they both felt the deep, overwhelming need to be together.

Their bodies pressed together, and Streeks' lips quickly found hers' and they were kissing wildly and passionately as their hands desperately grabbed at each others flesh. His touch sent electric waves of pleasure through her tingling body and the sensation of his rough, wet tongue rubbing against hers' was incredible. There was a deep insatiable hunger within her for more pleasure, ...for more Streek.

Streek pulled away from her lips and they both gasped for breath. She immediately wanted his hot tongue back inside her. His hands quickly came up and grabbed at her top and then pulled at it, ripping it away from her body. His fingers dug into her grey bra and then she felt the sting as it was also ripped away.

Streeks' hands were immediately on her large bare breasts, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh, making her hard pink nipples dance around. He was being crude and rough with her ample melons, and she liked it. Maxine let out an excited squeal as he bent down and brought his head to her chest and started eagerly sucking and nibbling at her firm, sensitive nipples.

Her hands rubbed along the skin of his back while his hands and mouth continued to maul at her big boobs. She was loving the stimulation and it fuelled the fires of passion that were burning deep within her, but she wanted more of him. She couldn't stop thinking about his hard cock. She desperately wanted it.

Maxine roughly pushed her male clone away from her, making his sucking mouth slip off her nipple with loud slurp. Streek was caught off guard and cried out in surprise as he stumbled and fell back on top of the large scaly body of one of the beasts. 

Maxine was on him in a flash, quickly undoing his pants and pulling them down. She pulled at his briefs and his hard cock sprung out. The fat helmet was engorged and wet with precum. The sight of it sent electric tingles down her spine and made her wet pussy pulse. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and loved the firm, warm feel of it. She then brought her head down and gave the cock a loving kiss. 

Maxine wasted no time plunging her mouth down on the thick member and wrapping her lips tightly around the shaft. Her tongue rubbed around the head. She couldn't get enough of the smell and taste of him, it was driving her wild. Streek moaned loudly as she sucked on his throbbing cock. 

The hungry flames in Maxines' wet pussy were roaring again and licking at her tight sheath. She slipped a hand down into her pants and started vigorously rubbing at it. Her wet fingers slid into the soft folds around her clitoris and were rubbing around the small bud. The strong pulses of pleasure emanating from her little hood were almost overwhelming, but still she hungered for more.

She sucked that wonderful cock in deep, loving the feeling of it sliding over her tongue and pressing into the back of her throat. Streek was moaning and groaning as she sucked him off. He ran his fingers through her dark hair as her head bobbed back and forth in front of him. 

Then she heard him groan louder as his cock throbbed powerfully. The warm cum flooded out of the cock and filled her mouth. Maxine loved the feeling and the taste. Her tongue lashed at the cockhead as more of the thick fluid spurted out. She drew her head back, withdrawing the cock from her mouth. She sat there with a mouthful of his thick sperm for a moment and then swallowed it all down. She greedily ran her tongue around the cock, getting every last drop of cum.

Her hand was still vigorously rubbing at her hot, wet slit. She needed to have that cock inside her again. She hurriedly pulled her boots off so that she could remove her pants. Then she pulled down her soaking wet panties, revealing her patch of dark pubic hair and her glistening slit. 

Streek reached out and grabbed her tits again. He was sitting back on the dead beast and his cock was still hard and poking up from his lap. Maxine moved on top of him, straddling him and lining her cunt up with his engorged member. Streek grabbed his shaft to guide it into her as she grabbed his shoulders. She could feel the blunt head prodding into her tight opening and her excitement grew. She was gasping and shuddering with anticipation at what was about to happen.

Then she couldn't wait any longer. She lowered herself down on him and the cock spread her soft, wet lips apart as it entered her quivering body. The fat cockhead pushed up into her hymen which had regenerated after the last time. She just continued lowering herself down on the thick member and it tore through the thin barrier and speared its way deep inside her body.

Maxine threw her head back and let out a low animalistic groan. She felt the sharp pain as her cherry was popped, but that didn't matter. This was what her body had been crying out for. That amazing cock was buried deep inside her and she could feel it throbbing against the sensitive flesh that hugged it tightly. She looked into Streeks' dark brown eyes again and was filled with primal lust. She leant forward and locked her lips against his and they were passionately kissing once again.

While their rough tongues feverishly explored each others mouths, Maxine could feel the deep muscular contractions in her tight, wet sheath. The sensation fanned the flames of her animalistic lust and drove her on. She tore herself away from Streeks' warm pleasurable mouth. The long sleek muscles of her thighs flexed as she raised herself up and she felt wonderful friction of the cock slipping back in her tight pussy. Then she dropped down and moaned with pleasure as it pushed its' way deep inside her again.

Little darts of pain spurned her on as she rammed her body down on him again and again until they were both groaning loudly. The more primal pleasure she received from the thrusting organ, the more she wanted. The sensual pleasure just kept building and building deep inside her, and soon it was reaching its' peak.

Maxine threw her head back and moaned loudly as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. Her whole vagina wildly spasmed and pulsed around the cock and sent waves of pure bliss right through her. Her juices gushed out from her slit and ran down Streeks hard cock. She moaned uncontrollably and struggled to get her breath back as the powerful climax slowly subsided.

She looked down at Streek, she was red faced and perspiration was pouring off of her. That orgasm was mind-blowing. Straight away she wanted to feel it again. Streek just smiled at her. Then he leant forward and started pushing her off of him. His cock slipped out from her soaking wet cunt and some of her juices spilled out after it. Her pussy felt so empty now, she immediately wanted it back inside her.

Maxine staggered a little as Streek pushed her to the ground, her legs had gone a little weak. She got on her back on the hard ground and spread her legs. She lifted her wet, pink pussy off the ground, presenting it to Streek. She just wanted him to hurry up and enter her again. She didn't have to wait long, as Streek got on top of her and pushed his hard cock into her with one long thrust. Maxine started moaning again as he bobbed his ass up and down, steadily pumping her in the missionary position. Her hot sheath hugged the member tightly and was hungry for each deep thrust.

Her sweaty body was getting bucked with each stroke making her large boobs wildly wobble back and forth. Streek supported his weight on one hand and moved the other over and was groping and squeezing her tits as he continued to pump her. There was a wet slapping sound as their groins continuously slammed together. Streek was breathing harder and started to groan loudly. He stopped thrusting and had his cock wedged in deep. Maxine felt the fat member throbbing wildly inside her and then the warm wetness spread deep within her. Streek continued to groan as he slowly rocked his cock back and forth. He had cum inside her, and Maxine loved the feeling. She just hoped that it didn't mean he was going to stop pumping her. 




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 04



Streek laid down on top of her, pressing his hot and sweaty body into hers. He found her lips and was passionately kissing her once again. Maxine responded to him, kissing him back as she rubbed her hands over his back. The fires of passion were still well and truly blazing within Maxine. She tried to move her hips and wriggle her ass underneath him, getting the cock buried inside her to move again. 

She couldn't move much, pinned under his weight, but Streek got the idea. He broke away from her lips and smiled at her as he looked into her eyes. He supported his weight with his hands again and started bobbing his ass up and down. He pumped her slowly at first, but was quickly building momentum. 

Maxine was happy to have him fucking her hard again. She could feel that wonderful pleasure building within her once more. Her heart beat rapidly and she was filled with giddy excitement as she anticipated another powerful orgasm. The hot male body continued to drive into her and the pleasure inside her was getting stronger and stronger until she reached her peak.

She wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back as skyrockets of intense pleasure burst in her mind. Maxine cried out underneath him and that amazing cock just continued to pump away inside her gushing, climaxing pussy. Deep muscular contractions continued to send waves of pleasure through her as the orgasm slowly died down.

Maxine was left in a daze. She was gasping and just staring up blankly as Streek continued to fuck her. He banged away for a while longer and then he slipped his cock out of her again. Maxine could feel him turning her over and repositioning her and she willingly complied, just wanting that amazing cock back inside her where it belonged. She was bent over on her knees and elbows. She put her head down and her ass up high for Streek. She liked the thought of Streek fucking her hard from behind. Soon she felt the cock rubbing along her saturated pussy. It rubbed up higher and then she felt it pressing into the little rosebud of her ass. Before she knew what was happening, the cock pushed forward and painfully opened up the tight ring of her sphincter and forced its' way deep into her tight back passage.

Maxine let out a loud groan. She wasn't expecting to be penetrated there. She had been taken in the ass several times back at the prison and she hated every second of it. Darts of pain shot through her spine as her stretched asshole twitched around the thick shaft and the blunt cockhead poked into her bowels. Yet there was something thrilling about it. 

The cock felt so huge wedged up her tight ass. Streek had a tight grip on the round orbs of her butt and started rocking his hard dick back and forth, sliding through her squeezing ring. The pain was becoming intense pleasure. Maxine found herself pushing her ass back to meet each hard thrust so that the fat cockhead was slamming deep inside her.

She moaned and groaned and gasped loudly as her ass was getting reamed. She moved one hand down to her pulsing pussy and began vigorously rubbing and fingering it. This was a new kind of pleasure, and it flamed the primal lust deep inside her once again. Streek was filled with animalistic lust as well, he groaned loudly and kept up a relentless pace, fucking her ass with deep, hammering strokes. 

Maxine rubbed her wet fingers around her little hard clitoris. Electric jolts of pleasure filled her senses and she could feel herself working toward another orgasm. Soon Streek was grunting loudly as he ploughed into her. He slowed his thrusts right down and Maxine could feel his cock throbbing wildly and she knew that he was cumming, spurting his load deep inside her. She just kept fingering her clit, she could feel that she was getting close to her own climax.

Streeks' cock was still buried up her ass when she reached her peak and let out a loud moan as the intense pleasure washed over her. As her orgasm was subsiding and she was gasping for breath, the thick member slid out of her until it pulled free of the holes' squeezing grip. Her ass throbbed and felt so empty. 

Maxine lifted herself up on her knees and turned to face Streek who was still kneeling as well. She smiled down at his cock, which was still standing erect, thank goodness. She wanted it inside her again, her lust was insatiable. She shuffled over to him and pressed her lips to his, and they were kissing passionately once more. Why had she never seen how desirable he was before?

Then Maxine was pushing him down to the ground. His hard cock rose up from his groin and she wasted no time straddling him and pressing it into her hungry cunt. The feeling of her body expanding inside as the cock speared up into her drove her wild with desire. She started slapping her wet pussy up and down on the meaty pole. Her large tits wobbled about as she was wildly riding him. 

On and on it went. Streek and his amazing cock were the centre of Maxines' universe. Her passion and lust showed no sign of dying down as she greedily sought more and more carnal pleasure. She forgot where she was, and about the Federation and the Pirate Alliance and her mistress Skylar. Now all she cared about was fucking Streek.

The two clones continued to tirelessly fuck each others brains out. They periodically changed positions and sometimes changed holes, but it was always wild, passionate fucking. They got each other off again and again.

Maxine had no idea how much time had passed. She was on her back with Streek on top of her. Her legs were bent up around his shoulders and he was pumping his cock down into her tight ass. She had a hand in her wet pussy vigorously thrusting two fingers inside her as her thumb rubbed on her clit, building towards yet another orgasm. She barely noticed that several Federation troopers had entered the large room and were pointing their laser rifles at her and Streek.

"Allright, show's over clones. Break it up!" said one of the troopers. Another trooper stepped forward with a hydro-cannon and a tank of water strapped to his back. He pointed the gun at the copulating clones and pulled the trigger. A strong stream of cold water blasted Streek and Maxine.

Streek cried out and got off of her as the stinging jet of water pushed him back. The water was splashing everywhere and getting in their eyes so that they couldn't see. The jet of water waved around, hitting them both. She stumbled and cried out as the cold water intensely stung her bare skin. Both clones backed against the wall as the rushing water continued to assault them.

Then the spraying stopped and the two of them were left soaking wet, cold and gasping. Their skin was bright red where they had been blasted. A smooth blue and white android came up to Maxine and grabbed her arm and pulled her up. It quickly pulled her arms back and restrained them with a cable-lock. She could see that another android was doing the same to Streek. His boner was still poking out in front of him and she still wanted it back inside her, though the blast of cold water had killed the mood a little.

"Where's LeFors?" she asked.

"Commander LeFors has seen enough and he left. We're taking you back to your cage Slut." Maxine struggled against the strong android as it pulled her away. She didn't want to be separated from Streek, she still needed to be with him. As she got out of the room she was in a bit of a daze as they dried her off and got her dressed again. Soon the android and her two blue armoured guards were marching her down the corridor out of the Genetic Engineering Division.

Her heart was still beating fast and she was feeling hot and flushed. Her pussy continued to wildly tingle between her legs and the new panties they had put on her were becoming moist. The spores were still strongly affecting her, though she felt like she had regained some control and felt some deep shame at what she had just done with Streek.

The trooper were talking as they escorted her back. "Quite a show eh Grant? You were complaining that nothing exciting ever happens down here."

"Yeah, I'll say. I've see quite a bit of holoporn, but nothing like that. You're quite a wildcat girl." 

"And how they took out those biters, I've never seen anything like that. I was sure they were going to be ripped to pieces."

"Then they were trying to kill each other, doing all that kung-fu shit. Then Cupid shows up and they were fucking each other brains out."

"Yeah, I didn't know the plant monster could do that to people. Do you think they'll use it on the battlefield?"

"I heard they can't replicate the spores or store them, they have to come directly from Cupid. The logistics of getting that thing in battle would be difficult and it could be easily countered with breathing filters."

"I heard that pirates are all cornhole crazy anyway."

"Yeah, but that would make them just want to hump each other and forget about shooting you in the face. It could be worth working out a way to use it in battle."

They came to room where Maxines' cage was. The trooper called Grant unlocked the door of the steel cage with his keycard and opened it for her. Maxine rubbed her ass up against him before the android pulled her in. "Heh, the dirty little slut is still hot for it!" said Grant.

Maxine looked at him and licked her lips, "I sure am big boy. How about it?" The android came out and he smiled at her as he closed the door. "Are you sure you don't want to join me in here? I'll get lonely."

"Turn around and I'll take off your restraints." 

"Take your time." said Maxine turning around. She moved back to the door and he reached through the bars to remove the cable-lock. She reached up and sensually stroked his hand as he did. Soon he had her restraints off. Maxine turned around and smiled at him. "I'm hot." 

The troopers watched as she undid her shirt and removed it. Then she pulled down her bra, revealing her large, shapely boobs with their hard pink nipples. The troopers stared at her chest, "That is a real nice rack." commented Grant.

"Yeah, I loved the way they were bouncing around when she was getting fucked."

"You mean like this?" said Maxine. She started bobbing up and down, making her tits wobble about. 

The two men watched her with great interest. "Wow. It's like she's a different person."

"Yeah." said Grant, licking his lips. "She'll be back to normal before too long. A guy might want to... take advantage while he can."

The other trooper looked at him, "A guy could get his balls busted by the commander as well."

"Only if he finds out. We'll make sure that he doesn't." He looked at the android who was just standing there. "We don't need you anymore 'droid. Report back to the GE section and lock the door on your way out."

"Affirmative Corporal." said the android in its' monotone voice, before turning and walking off.

Maxine stopped bobbing up and down and smiled at them, "Yeah, come on boys, come and take advantage of me. We're gunna have such a good time."

"I don't know about this." said the dark skinned trooper.

"Don't be a chicken Carlson. We just watched an amazing show, and this is going to top it off nicely. It'll be a day to remember." He walked over to the command console on the wall. "I'll just disable the cameras, make it look like a technical glitch."

"She might be hot and begging for it, but she's still a clone. Still fuckin' dangerous. You saw what they did to those biters."

"I don't wanna hurt you Honey." said Maxine in a sweet sexy voice. "I just want to make you feel good. I want your wonderful cock inside me."

Grant finished at the console and was removing his helmet as he walked back over to them, "Don't worry Buddy, it's not like I'm letting her out of her cage or anything." He stood at the door and looked in at Maxine. She moved over to him smiling. His hands then reached in through the bars and grabbed at her tits. He roughly squeezed and groped them, Maxine let out a little squeal as he pinched her hard nipples. 

"Yeah, you like that Honey?" she cooed.

"Oh yeah, they feel great."

She looked over at Carlson, "Don't you want to feel them too?"

"Yeah." He moved over and reached in the cage. Maxine then had two sets of hands rudely groping at her big tits. She liked the sensation, even the darts of pain as her sensitive nipples were pinched. It was fuelling her wild lust again and making her hot pussy throb and get wet.

Grant stopped playing with her tits and then quickly started removing the codpiece of his blue armour. He pulled his underwear down and his thick erection popped out in front of him. It was around seven inches long and quite thick, with a fat dark head that was wet with precum. Maxine felt pangs of excitement as she looked down at it, she wanted it badly.

She dropped down onto her knees so that the wonderful cock was right in front of her face. She looked up into Grants' eyes and licked her lips invitingly. "Oh, you want my cock do you?" he said, smiling down at her.

"Yeah, come on baby, give it to me."

"You've gotta ask nicely."

"Please, let me have it. I'll make you feel so good."

"Okay then, it's feeding time at the zoo." He moved his cock through the bars and tapped her waiting lips with the tip and then pulled it away teasingly. He moved his cock back in and then 

Maxine plunged her mouth down on it. He let out a groan as he felt her tongue rubbing the fat cockhead and her lips tightly pressing around the shaft as she sucked.

Maxine sucked him down deep and then began moving her face back and forth along his thick shaft. One hand moved through the bars and fondled the hairy base of his cock and his balls while she sucked him off. Her other hand moved down and began pulling down her pants and wet underwear. 

She pushed a couple of fingers up her hot, eager pussy and was furiously masturbating herself as she bobbed her head on the meaty pole. Then there was another hard cock poking through the bars. She popped the thick member out of her mouth and then moved her head over and sucked down the black cock. It was a nice big one. She bobbed her head back and forth on it while she stroked the other wet cock with her left hand and fingered her hot pussy with her right.

The primal lust was taking control of her again. This time she had two wonderful cocks, and they were bigger than Streeks'. The two men leant up against the bars and were groaning as she continued to go back and forth on them, stroking one cock while she sucked on the other. She ached to have the big cocks thrusting hard into her hungry cunt.

She tore herself away from the wonderful cocks and then crawled back into her cage and got onto the foam mattress. The two troopers were left standing there with their wet dicks poking through the bars. "Hey, what are you doing Baby? Don't just stop like that!" called out Grant. 

Maxine was on her back and spread her creamy thighs apart so that the men had a good view of her pink slit, she moved her had down and started rubbing it. "Come here and fuck my tight pussy." "No problem, I'll fuck you. Just come here and press your ass against the bars."

"No, you can't fuck me hard and deep enough through the bars. Come in here and give it to me boys. I'll take you both at the same time."

Grant gave her a lustful look, "She's right, I can't ride her hard with steel bars between us."

"You really want to go in there? It's risky man. What if she's playing us?"

"Look at her." said Grant. Maxine was laying back and plunging her fingers down into her wet pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. "She's a bitch in heat. She's just got one thing on her mind and I'm gunna go and give it to her. If it makes you feel better, you can hold a weapon on her while I do her, and I'll do the same for you."

"Yeah okay man, guess there's no going back now. We gotta get some of that pussy." 

Grant grinned and fumbled for his keycard. "Hurry up and get in here." called out Maxine, "I need your big cocks!" Grant swiped his card and opened the door. He walked over to the slender brunette spread out on the mattress. The black trooper moved in behind him, holding his laser rifle up and nervously pointing it at her.

Maxine looked over at him, "My, what a big gun you have. Why don't you come over and have some more fun? I'm sure a can handle both of you."

"I'm sure you can Slut, but I'll wait my turn."

Maxine looked up into Grants' eyes, she lifted her legs, pointing her wet pussy at him. "What are you waiting for Stud?" The trooper quickly got down on top of her and shoved his hard cock into her. Maxine let out a lustful cry as the thick cock penetrated her wet cunt. 

He started driving forward with deep hard thrusts. Maxine was loving it. Her masturbation had already got her building toward a powerful orgasm and now the big thrusting member was taking her there, to a place she longed to return to.

She was being pushed down into the mattress as the mans' groin continuously slapped against hers'. The thick thrusting cock felt so good. Soon she started moaning loudly as she was riding another mind-blowing orgasm. Intense waves of pleasure pulsed from her contracting cunt as the cock continued to ram into it. Then the intensity died down and she was catching her breath. 

"Oh yeah! That's fuckin' hot!" said the man on top of her. Maxine laid back with her legs spread and let him continue to pump his cock into her like a piston. After a while he was groaning and she could feel the cock throb and spurt its' wet cum out deep inside her. He gave a few more slow thrusts as the tight hole milked all the cum from his throbbing member. "Ungh yeah man. That was fuckin' amazing!" 

He pulled out and got up off of her. He turned to Carlson, "You're up man, I bet you can get the little Slut off as well." Suddenly Maxines' feet slammed into his back, knocking him into the other man. The two troopers yelled out in surprise as they stumbled and fell over. Maxine gracefully sprung up from the mattress and got on top of Grant. She grabbed his head and slammed it into the steel bars at the side of the cage with great force, cracking his skull.

Carlson was crying out, "OhShitOhShitOhShit!" as he stumbled along the ground for his rifle. He grabbed the weapon and managed to get off three blasts as the naked woman lunged at him. She got a tight grip on his head and twisted it forcefully, breaking his neck with a loud Crack! 

Then she let out a loud tortured scream. Two of the laser blasts had gone through her, just below her left shoulder and a couple of inches right of her navel. Even with her adrenaline pumping her mind was filled with intense agony. The lasers had cauterized the wounds so blood was oozing from the holes rather than gushing, but Maxine knew it was bad, possibly even fatal.

She grit her teeth and took fast, deep breaths. She needed to get it together and act quickly. She tried to pick up the rifle, but her left arm was very weak. She grabbed the gun with her right hand and then cried out in pain as she half crawled, half staggered out of the cage and toward the door, leaving a smeared line of blood as she went.

She was breathing hard and grimacing as she reached the door. The intense pain seemed to be getting worse, and she felt herself weakening. She struggled to raise the laser rifle and aim it at the wall next to the door. She pulled the trigger and several laser blasts were fired off, leaving a smouldering hole in the wall.

Maxine dropped the gun and then leant against the wall, smearing it with blood as she struggled to stand. She reached through the hole and felt around in the cavity until she pulled out a couple of thick wires. One of them was red and the other was black, they were the power feed for the door. She dropped down against the wall as she pulled the wires out.




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 04



She touched the two wires together and it produced a bright spark. This was what she needed. She grit her teeth as she pressed both wires into her body. The strong currant surged through her and it was pure agony. She threw her head back and screamed loudly. The wires broke away from her badly burnt skin and she struggled to get her breath back.

She then heard loud banging and shouts coming from the other side of the door. They knew that something was wrong. She didn't have much time. She pressed the wires into her skin again and screamed as the current surged through her. When it stopped her eyes were glowing. She was carrying a powerful charge and her nanobots were regenerating her wounded body at an accelerated rate. 

A short time later, an android forced the door to the room open. Several Federation troopers were standing outside the door with their laser rifles ready. Maxine was standing there in front of the cage. She was dressed in the plain orange clothes that were stained with her blood. The laser rifle was slung around her shoulder. 

She looked at the group of troopers with her glowing eyes. "Hello boys!" She threw her hands forward and a bright bolt shot out from them and slammed into the group. Bodies were throw everywhere and smashed into the walls. It was like a bomb had gone off, the android was in pieces and blue armoured bodies were strewn about the place.

Maxine walked out of the room with the laser rifle in her hands, stepping over the dead troopers. One dazed trooper had survived and was struggling to get up off the ground, she pointed the gun at him and shot a laser bolt through his head. Alarms started sounding through the facility and red flashing lights came on in the corridors. A couple more troopers appeared in the corridor and she aimed the rifle and shot one of them down with three blast to his torso. The other one let off a couple of wide shots before she dropped him as well. 

Maxine didn't go far. She went into the next room where Streek was being held. Streek stood at the door of his cage watching her. As she got closer she noticed that his dick was still hard, poking out at the front of his pants. He looked into her eyes, "I knew all that commotion was you. Well done Maxine. Now let me out, you need me to help you escape." 

She could see the fear in his eyes, and she liked it. She raised her rifle up, pointing it at him, but he didn't flinch. "I don't need you Streek. Never did."

"Come on Maxine don't be stupid. We took out those beasts by working together. We can escape this place by working together."

She lowered the rifle, "I'll let you out so you can raise some hell here. I'll kill you later." 

She then aimed her rifle and fired it until the lock on the door was a smoking pile of slag. Streek forced the door open and moved out of the cage. Maxine frowned at him, "Say anything about what happened between us and I'll shoot you in the face."

"Yeah, don't worry about that. Do you have a plan?"

"I told you my plan; raise some hell. I don't want you coming with me."

"Okay fine, I'll see what I can do." She looked in his eyes and nodded. "Don't let them kill you Streek. That's for me to do." Then she turned and left the room, and they went their separate ways.

Maxine travelled down the corridor with its' flashing red lights and loud sirens. More laser blasts came at her as she rounded the corner. She returned fire before taking cover behind the corner again. There were a few more troopers and an android, taking cover in the doorways. She moved back around the corner firing well placed shots that were dropping her enemies one by one. The android was tougher, but a few blasts to the head brought it down.

Maxine was an elite commando. She got her combat prowess from her sire, and he got it from an alien technology mind-write. If there was one thing she was good at, it was killing, and she enjoyed it much more than Streek. She looted a vibroblade knife, laser pistol and TAB from the corpses of her enemies. 

She came to the turbolift and travelled deeper into the facility. It stopped at the crew quarters and office level. A dozen troopers and robots were waiting when the lift opened. Maxine stayed hidden behind cover in the lift as a dozen laser rifles were pointed in her direction. "Are they there?" called out someone.

"They're there all right. Throw in a grenade." A few seconds later Maxine watched a plasma grenade come bouncing into the lift with her. She reacted quickly, grabbing it and tossing it back out and it exploded amongst the troopers. She darted out and launched herself at an android with a straight kick that knocked it to the ground. 

There was another android nearby, she lunged at it an stabbed her knife right into its' head, making it spark up as it fell to the ground. Then she was firing her laser pistol as she darted for cover and numerous blue laser bolts came at her.

Maxine got behind the cover of a large pillar as the barrage of laser bolts hit it. Another plasma grenade came rolling near her, she quickly darted out again and did a combat roll as the bright explosion went off. She let of some more well placed shots with her laser pistol and dropped more troopers. 

She cried out as the android she had kicked to the ground grabbed her leg. She quickly let off a few shots to its head and pulled her leg free. She got up and another trooper popped up from cover aiming his rifle at her, his shots went wide and Maxine let off a couple of blasts into his head. 

Maxine gracefully moved around to a desk where the last trooper was taking cover. She kicked him in the head, sending his blue helmet flying and then ripped his gun away from him. She knelt down and grabbed him, looking into his eyes, "I know you. From the parking bay. My friend with the stun-rod. Grayson was it?"

The man was a little dazed as he looked up at her, "...P ...Please don't kill me!"

"Where's your stun-rod? Show me where it is." she said as she pulled him up to his feet. 

"Okay, okay I'll get it." She had one hand on the back of his armour pushing him along and was holding up the laser pistol with the other as he lead her down the corridor. The sirens and flashing lights were still going, they were starting to get on her nerves. 

They went through a couple of large rooms and into the trooper quarters section. An officer popped out from a doorway, bearing a pistol and Maxine quickly shot him down. They got to Graysons' quarters and he opened up the footlocker near his bed. He pulled out the silver cylinder and handed it to Maxine. "Here, take it, its' yours."

"Thank you Private." She flicked it and the weapon extended to around a meter long. She then thumbed the switch and it crackled as electricity started flowing through it. She hit her leg with it and the electric current surged through her, charging her clone body with raw power. She looked at the trooper again, "Where can I find Commander LeFors?"

"His office is on this level. In the northern sector."

"Thank you Private, that will be all." She swung the stun-rod hard and it connected with the troopers' head, smashing his skull and making blood splatter across the room. The dead man dropped limply to the ground. Maxine turned and left the room.

She made her way to the north of the facility. She had charged her body up and had no problem ripping through the defences she came across. The way they were concentrated around the commanders' office told her that he was in there.

After killing another half a dozen guards, she entered his office. She couldn't see LeFors, but she knew he was hiding behind the desk. "Come out commander, let's have a little chat." 

LeFors popped up from the desk, bearing his laser pistol. Maxine dived forward as he let off a barrage of blue laser blasts. She was moving with great speed as she rolled forward and sprung up, swinging the stun rod and connecting with his arm. LeFors cried out in pain and dropped his weapon as she broke his wrist and sent a painful shock through his body. 

She quickly grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall. He was wincing in pain as she looked at him with her scary glowing eyes. "You're a smart cookie commander, but you were very wrong about one thing. ...You thought that finding me down here was a good thing."

"Nngh, ...That's the risk you take when handling monsters. One fuck-up can lead to a full scale disaster. ...The Federation know that you're here now, they're coming for you. I would be a good bargaining chip."

"I don't think so. I just want to hear you scream." She slammed a fist into his face making blood splatter over the wall and then he dropped to the ground. The dazed and bloody LeFors looked up at her with fearful eyes as she got out her knife. "I don't have a lot of time, so let's get started." she said coldly.

LeFors' piercing, agonised screams echoed though the facility as she forced her fingers into his eye socket and gouged out his right eye. She pulled the bloody eye from his face and used the knife to sever the retina. LeFors' blood-soaked face was contorted with pain. He took the clone by surprise when he grabbed her hand that was clutching the blade and drove it into her thigh. 

Maxine cried out in pain. "Aaaagh! You Motherfucker!" LeFors squirmed out from under her and quickly staggered for the door. She pulled the blade out of her thigh and blood streamed down her leg. She started limping after him as he staggered down the hall, leaving a trail of blood. "You've done it now LeFors! Now I'm going to start getting nasty!" 

As she entered the hall she saw the large killbot with twin gatling guns ahead of her. LeFors staggered past it, "Terminate the intruder. Now!" 

"Intruder targeted." said the killbot in its' mechanical voice. Its' machine guns started to whirl and Maxine dove back into the office as a hail of bullets came at her. She grabbed the stun-rod and gave herself a couple of hits. When the machine moved into the doorway, bearing its' guns on her, she threw her hands forward and a bright blue bolt shot into it, blowing it to pieces.

She limped out the doorway again and past the scattered, smouldering debris. She followed the blood trail down the hall. It lead to a small storage closet that was empty. Maxine noticed the blood smeared on the far wall next to a steel hatch. She opened the hatch and saw nothing but a dark void, it looked like it was some sort of emergency turbolift.

She thumped the wall in anger, 'Damn it! The Fed bastard got away!' It didn't look like she would be able to follow him. She limped back into the hall. Her body was repairing the stab wound on her leg, soon she would be fully mobile again. She knew where she wanted to go now.

A little while later, Maxine was walking quickly down the corridor when she heard more laser blasts. Then she heard some screaming coming from around the corner ahead of her. A trooper appeared at the corner firing his laser rifle down the way he came. A large reptilian beast leapt at him and knocked him to the ground. It sunk its' teeth around his neck and shook its' head, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Maxine smiled, 'Nice work Streek.' Her sire was raising some hell like she hoped. She turned and started taking a different route. It would be best to avoid the beasts if she could help it.

She took the turbolift down to the lower levels. It was the secure area LeFors had taken them when they first arrived. There were more guards to kill and more robots to destroy and Maxine relished it. 

She got to the large glass security doors. She reached into her pocket and pulled out LeFors' severed eye. She breathed on the smooth orb and rubbed it on her shirt before holding it up to the retinal scanner. A green line of light passed over it and then the small screen read, "Commander Keither LeFors, Clearance Level 5, Access Granted." The doors opened for her and she tossed the eye over her shoulder and walked in.

She walked down the hall and a dumpy middle-aged female scientist walked out from one of the doorways. She stopped and looked at Maxine and froze in fear as Maxine pointed a gun at her head. "Wh ...what do you want?"

"The Coincidence Generator, it's fully charged now isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"Let's go." They entered the large room where the big luminous alien machine was. Maxine looked it over again, it was an impressive sight, she just hoped it would be able to help her. "How do I activate it?" she asked the woman.

"We have it all set up and ready to go, awaiting the commanders' orders. You just need to enter the activation code on the command console."

"The commander has stepped out. I'm in charge now. Put the code in for me." The scientist went over and tapped at the holographic keypad. "There, you just need to press the Enter key to activate the machine."

"So I don't need you any more?"

"No, you can let me go now." Maxine aimed the gun at her head and fired off a shot. She promptly dropped to the ground dead. The clone walked up to the command console and pressed the enter key. The machine made a whirling sound like it was powering up and then it let out a low thrum and went silent. 'That's it?' thought Maxine, she was expecting something a little more spectacular.

"Maxine!" called out Streek from the doorway. She turned to him. "What did you do?"

"I really have no idea Streek. What are you doing here?"

"I came to destroy the machine. I can't let the Federation have it."

"Like you destroyed the Cloning Pod? I can't let you do that Streek. I'm going to tell Mistress Skylar about this machine, and she will do whatever it takes to claim it." She powered up her stun-rod and stood defensively. "Come on boy! Come and try it!"

"Damn it Maxine, we don't have time for this. Federation reinforcements are on their way. Soon we'll be swamped. If we don't get out of here now, we'll never get out of here."

"Okay then, let's go." Streek looked over at the Alien machine frowning. "If you want to destroy it you'll have to go though me." 

Streek sighed, "Fine' let's just get out of here. I hope the Coincidence Generator helps us, we'll need it."

Maxine left the room with Streek. She would have killed him by now, but as much as she hated to admit it, she still needed his help. She couldn't count on her pirate 'friends' to be looking for her, but no doubt Bernie would be down here looking for Streek. She was their ticket out of here.

Both clones entered the turbolift and were riding it to the top level. Streek was armed with a laser rifle, and she could see that he was carrying a knife, pistol and TAB with him. He also had a satchel slung around his shoulder that sparked her curiosity. He didn't appear to have his shock ring, or any other shock weapons. She turned to him, "The parking bay appears to be the only way in and out of this facility. Stands to reason that it'll be very heavily guarded."

"Yeah, I thought of that. So I sent them a bit of a surprise." said Streek smirking. He reached into his satchel and handed her a breath filtering mask. He had another one for himself.

"What did you do?"

"I sent that Cupid thing up there in a cargo lift. Now I think we'll just need to worry about robots and automatic turrets." 

Maxine smiled, "I knew I let you live a little longer for a reason."

The turbolift stopped and the two clones cautiously stepped out with their weapons raised. They made their way down the corridor to the large parking bay doors. "Ready?" said Streek. Maxine nodded and he tapped the panel, opening the doors. 

They immediately saw several troopers strewn about the huge room. They were in various states of undress and were paired up and humping each other wildly. There were a few armed androids in the room as well and the clones fired on them and took cover behind the wall as they fired back. The fire fight continued and the androids started dropping one by one. They heard a ceiling turret whirl as it began firing its' machine guns on them. Maxine got behind cover and gave herself a couple of hits with the stun-rod. She then stepped out and threw a power-bolt at the machine, blowing it to pieces. 

Then the fighting had stopped and they could hear the lustful moaning and groaning and slapping and slurping coming from inside the bay. They cautiously stepped out into the large room. The troopers were oblivious to all the fighting, they just continued to screw each other. 

There had to be around twenty of them, mostly armoured troopers and some officers. There wasn't a female amongst them, but that didn't seem to deter them at all. It looked like a big gay orgy. One short officer was on his knees with his pants down, getting his ass roughly pounded by a big trooper as he jerked off his hard little dick, another trooper was in front of him wildly fucking his face.

There were similar scenes all around the place, one trooper was bouncing up and down on another troopers' hard cock while he jerked his own. Another pair were laying side by side, hungrily sucking each other off. Looking at their faces, they were all in their own world, caught up in their primal lust. Maxine could remember what it was like. It was scary, losing control like that, but it was also an amazing experience. She was deeply ashamed of it now.

She looked among them for a one-eyed fucker, but LeFors was nowhere to be seen. She could see the Cupid over at one of the far walls. The huge plant monster was still just sitting on the cargo lift, waving its' vine-like tentacles around. She put her hand up to her face, checking that her breathing filter was secure.

"Hey Max, there's a swoop-bike over here." called out Streek. 

Maxine walked over to the blue, Federation issue swoop bike that was parked by one of the smaller repair bays. "Yeah, that will do."

"You drive it, I'll try to contact Bernie once we get out of the facility. Let's not waste any more time." Maxine climbed onto the hovering bike and started the engine and it roared to life. Memories came back to her of riding around a crappy old swoop-bike when she was a teenage Streek. It never happened to her, of coarse, it was just some of the crap that was used to fill up her head. Streek climbed on and sat behind her and the bike shot off and headed for the parking bay exit. 

Streek hopped off and went to the command console and opened the huge steel doors. Maxine looked out as they lifted and she couldn't see much in the blanketing darkness. The light from the parking bay spilt out over a rocky track. Streek got back on the bike and then it moved off again. 

They were finally free of the facility. Now they just needed to escape the Under-undercity. Suddenly a bright spotlight shone down on them, blinding Maxine and forcing her to stop the bike. 

They could hear a loud amplified voice, "Prisoners, power down your vehicle and prepare to surrender. This will be your only warning." Maxine held up her hand to block the light and could make out several Federation hovercrafts.

"Shit! Looks like the Fed reinforcements are here." said Streek.

Maxine raised her arm and then raised her middle finger into the light, "Fuck you Blue-Cunts! Come and get me!" The swoop-bike revved and then shot off into the darkness. The hovercrafts moved after them. 

The bike was racing through the darkness at high speeds. Its' lights weren't penetrating the darkness very well. Large rocks and piles of rubble popped up in front of them at random intervals and Maxine was swerving to avoid them. Blue lasers were striking around them as well. 

Maxines' adrenaline was pumping, one wrong move and they were done for. She could hear Streek talking to the TAB behind her, "Bernie, can you hear me? Come in captain."

Maxine swerved to avoid a rock and a blue laser blast narrowly missed them. Then she heard Bernies' voice, "Streek! Where are you? Oh my god! Are you all right? Where are you?"




Clone Saga: Final War Ch. 04



"I'm on the back of a swoop bike, down in the darkness, on the surface, under the city. We've got Feds after us."

"I'm down here too, looking for you. I couldn't get the Drago very far in, it's too tight. So we're out in the darkness searching."

"Get back to the ship, I'll track your TAB there. Be ready to get us out of here, we'll be coming in hot."

"Affirmative, good luck Streek. Who's we?"

"Never mind that. I'll see you soon Baby." Maxine quickly turned to avoid a gap in the ground and the laser blasts continued to come after them. 

"Head west." called Streek. For several minutes, the swoop-bike continued to speed along through the cavernous Under-undercity. The place was littered with large concrete slabs, twisted scrap metal, rocks, rubble and all sorts of rubbish. The swoop-bike weaved through it all as it cruised along. 

The Federation hovercrafts kept on their heels, but never got close enough for an accurate shot, plenty came quite close though. They were getting close to their destination when Bernies' voice came over the TAB, "Streek, I'm back at the ship, but we've got Fed company. Getting you aboard is going to be difficult."

"Affirmative, hang tight captain." Soon Maxine could see laser blasts lighting up the darkness in front of them, that was where they were headed. The swoop-bike soon came into a clear area where around half a dozen Federation hovercrafts were firing into the shields of the Ivan Drago. The sleek grey ship was hovering several meters from the surface and was firing its' powerful repeater cannons. One of the crafts erupted into a fireball.

"Fuck!" said Streek, "And we're bringing more enemies onto it. How are we going to get aboard while it's being pelted?" 

"Just hold on." said Maxine. She turned the bike sharply as laser bolts blasted around them. There was a large concrete slab ahead that was jutting out of the ground at a forty five degree angle and the starship was behind that. Maxine gunned it, and the swoop-bike shot ahead at full speed.

"Oh Drakk!" called out Streek behind her. The bike shot up the concrete ramp and soon it was airborne. It came down hard and the bike slammed into the top of the starship. The impact went through the two clones and they were thrown off the bike and found themselves sliding along the smooth alloy surface. The bike slid over the edge and Maxine managed to grab onto a raised vent before she slid off as well. Streek had managed to stay on too.

Blue lasers were slamming into the shields around them. "You crazy bitch!" said Streek. He got out his TAB, "Bernie, we're on the roof, get us out of here."

"You're on the... Okay hold on Streek." Another hovercraft blew up as the lasers ripped into it and it crashed to the ground. The Ivan Drago lifted up and flew off as the blue lasers continued to blast away at its' shields. It stayed level as it flew up through the gap in the concrete ceiling. The starship was quickly rising up, out of range of the hovercrafts.

"Allright, we're away!" said Streek. It was still quite dark, but they could see the dim light in the distance up above them. They could feel the cool air currents blowing around them. Maxine stood up and got out her stun-rod, extending it and powering it up. She held it to her leg, charging her clone body again. Streek looked at her and grimaced, "Oh come on you crazy Bitch. Do we really need to do this?"

"Yes." said Maxine, her eyes were glowing in the dark. She ran at him and let off a straight kick to his chest, which he dodged. She followed up by swinging the inactive stun-rod at him in a series of fast strikes. He blocked a high blow to his head but cried out as the rod hit his arm. Streek grabbed the stun-rod as she swung it at him then she swiftly kicked him in the head, sending him stumbling back.

Maxine pressed her attack, and Streek was stepping back, dodging her frenzied blows, but he was quickly running out of room as he approached the edge of the ship. He swung at her with a left hook, but she ducked and then sprung up, smashing her knee into his head. Her power charged body made her faster and stronger than him, she had him at a disadvantage. She was going to send him back down into the void and he wasn't going to survive it this time.

She swung the rod at his head again, but this time he surprised her by barging into her and she dropped the stun-rod and it rolled over the edge as she was tackled backwards. He slammed her into the hull and was grappling with her. Having him on top of her with his body pressing into hers' brought back memories of that room in the facility. Her body seemed to be getting excited and her vagina tingled in response, and that made her mad.

She wildly swung her head forward and head-butted his face with a loud crunch. Streek cried out in pain and she rolled him off of her. Bernies' voice then came from the TAB in his pocket, "Streek, you can enter the ship through the airlock, just be careful okay." She was oblivious to what was going on up there.

It was getting lighter around them now, the concrete jungle of the undercity seemed to be whizzing past them as the ship continued to ascend. Maxine got up and swiftly kicked Streek in the ribs as he was getting up. He grabbed her foot as she went to kick him again and pulled it, making her drop down. She rolled over and got to her feet again.

Maxine didn't let up, she came at Streek again with a series of kicks and punches which he was frantically blocking and dodging. They didn't even notice that the starship had reached the light of the city level and was now rising up alongside a tall building. 

Then a huge explosion nearby caught their attention. Maxine and Streek both stopped and looked over the cityscape of Rodfern. It was immediately obvious the city was under attack. Black smoke was rising from fires around the city and explosions were going off here and there. The sky was full of ships, and bright lasers were lancing about all over the place. 

"Holy Shit!" said Streek, wiping the blood from his mouth. "The city is under attack!"

Maxine looked at the ships flying about in the sky. She started laughing, "It's the PA. A full scale invasion. I don't fuckin' believe it! I did this! It was the Coincidence Fuckin' Generator!"

Streek had a shocked look on his face, "No fuckin' way!"

"Streek, Are you seeing this?" came Bernies' voice over the TAB. "...Streek? What's wrong?"

Maxine stopped looking over the battlefield and hit Streek with a high roundhouse kick, catching him off guard. "Oh today is a good day. A good day for you to die Streek." The two of them began fighting again as the Ivan Drago lifted up into the sky over the war ravaged Rodfern.

Strong air currants were blowing all around them as they fought. Lasers started striking at the starships' shields again and the Dragos' lasers fired in response. Streek threw a punch at Maxine and she quickly grabbed his arm and countered with an elbow to his head. She knocked his legs out from under him and dropped down on top of him. Straight away she began throwing strong punches to his head. 

He bucked her off, but she grabbed hold of him and they rolled over each other onto the sloped wing. Maxine ended up on top of him again and Streek found his head over the edge of the wing, perilously close to the starboard thruster. Maxine grabbed his head and tried to push it down into the bright plasma being vented from the thruster. She could feel the intense heat from it and Streek cried out in pain.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion as a missile slammed into the energy shield, the starship banked wildly and Maxine was thrown off of him. Her body nearly slipped over the edge, but she managed to cling on to the hull. A white haze suddenly enveloped them, and Maxine realised that they were now going up through clouds. She couldn't see anything, and everything was getting moist and slippery. It made it extremely difficult to climb back up onto the ship, but she managed to do it. 

She had no idea where Streek was, all she could see was white. She stumbled around blindly on the slippery surface. It was getting very cold now, and the winds were howling around her. Then she made out a shape in front of her. 'Found him.' She could see that she was behind him, and slowly crept closer, stalking her prey. Then she lunged at him and he cried out as she slammed her knee into his spine, dropping him to the ground.

Maxine got on top of her sire and wrapped her hands around his throat and began squeezing the life out of him. The white haze cleared as they lifted above the clouds and she looked into his dark eyes as she strangled him. They were fearful, he didn't want to die. She was wet and getting very cold now, and she was finding it hard to breathe. But Streek couldn't breathe at all, this was it, he was finally going to die by her hands.

She continued squeezing hard at his neck, but found herself gasping for breath. Black spots started appearing in front of her. 'No, no, no.' she thought. 'I need to hold on, need to stay...' Her grip around Streeks' neck weakened, and then she passed out.

****

Maxine awoke to find herself bound to a steel chair with cable-locks. 'Fuck! Not again!" she thought. Then her second thought was, 'Is he dead? Did I kill him?' She looked around, she was sitting in a small room. Then she realised it was an airlock. The door in front of her lead to the interior of the starship and the door behind her lead to the exterior, and probably the cold vacuum of space. Were they waiting for her to wake up before they flushed her out into space? Assholes! 

She stewed for a little while, and then the door in front of her opened and she saw Bernadette. The big titted blonde was standing there in her dark red jumpsuit looking at her like she was a turd in her cereal. The fact that Streek wasn't there made her hopeful. "How's Streek?" she asked.

"His back was broken and his brain was damaged from being starved of oxygen, ...but he has made a full recovery."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Are you going to execute me now Blondie?"

"I would sure like to kick you off my ship, have you do the space walk, but that's not my call. I'm leaving that up to my first mate."

"Worried about him were you? He fucked me you know."

"Bullshit."

"It's true. While you were out looking for me, he was giving me a real good seeing to. He was riding me like a wild animal. Why don't you ask him about it, he's not a very good liar."

"Shut the fuck up Maxine. You're not in a very good position to piss me off. You shouldn't even exist. You're a perversion, a desecration of a great person created by a twisted young girl." Then Streek appeared behind Bernie. He looked down a Maxine coldly.

"I almost had you that time Streeky-boy."

"You're just not very good at killing me Max. Perhaps you should consider another hobby."

"Not gunna happen. I'm just gunna keep trying until one of us is dead."

"I know it's not your fault you're a sick, evil bitch. Skylar made you that way."

"I like the way I am. I'm glad I'm not you any more. So tell me Streek, are you going to kill me or what?"

"I'm not. I'm going to see if we can help you."

"Oh sure, let me out of these restraints, that will be a big help."

"You are the way you are because your mind was altered when you were cloned. Ben-two was forced to make those changes. Perhaps he and Doctor Arnott can fix you."

"You want to turn me into your nice, well behaved clone sister? Have me work for the resistance? Suck your dick whenever you want? Fuck that! I'd prefer you kill me now."

"It's not up to you."

Maxine growled angrily, "You Prick. The Pirate Alliance is going to take New Heidi. They're going to find the Coincidence Generator, and they're going to use it to find you Resistance Cunts wherever you run and hide. The Resistance is running out of days."

"The galaxy is running out of days!" said Bernie. "The Resistance is the galaxies' best hope of survival."

Maxine laughed, "Right, you see yourselves as a bunch of white knights, out to save the galaxy. The alien technology you have is wasted on you. The PA will put it to better use." 

Bernie turned to Streek, "Is it really worth trying to save her?"

Streek sighed, "I don't know." 

Then Ben-two appeared behind them. "Captain, you better get to the cockpit, we just picked up another ship. It's the Van Halen."

"Mia and Zac are here? They probably came to rescue you Streek. We better go and tell them that they're a bit late to the party."

They shut the airlock door and left, leaving Maxine sitting there alone. "The party has only just started Bitches!"



Clone Saga: Tanks for Nothing



*****

This story contains graphic violence and rape scenes. It's a one-shot spin-off of the Ben and Streek series. Like me, it's not to be taken seriously. -Ax

***** 

A giant walks into a bar. The bar was Fevs' Place, in downtown Keyser, on the planet Verona, in Unprotected Space, in the Cygnus arm of the Milky Way galaxy.

The grey haired bartender looked up as he approached. "Well, look who it is. I thought I felt the ground shaking. Good to see ya Tank, it's been a while. Where have ya been?"

"Better places than this." replied the big Pirate.

"Lucky you. Fev is downstairs, they're waiting for ya."

Tank nodded and walked past the bar, to the stairway. He ducked under the doorway, as he was accustomed to doing, and made his way down the stairs.

The large underground room was filled with people, mostly men in black jackets. They cheered as they saw Tank coming down the stairs. "There's Tank," said one of them, "I heard the sun rises every morning only because he lets it."

"I heard when he does push-ups, he actually pushes the planet away from him." said another man.

"I heard he's a descendant of Arnold Schwartz, the Alien slayer."

In the middle of the room was a large, wired cage. As Tank got to the bottom, he was approached by a dark skinned man with a black afro. He wore dark clothes that were adorned with gold and silver jewellery. "Tank, glad you could make it my friend. It's been too long."

"What have you got for me Fev?"

"I got a Kraken. Been having a string of wins, and is feelin' pretty damn cocky. Reckons he's got what it takes to take on the Tank."

"Yeah, yeah. I stopped coming here cos' it stopped being fun and profitable. So tell me this isn't a waste of my time."

"Well, as it is, he's paying out thirty dollars, and you would pay out one dollar and one cent, as low as it can go." Tank looked down at him and growled. "...but I was hoping you would agree to a handicap fight."

"What's the handicap?"

"Your arms bound behind your back. It would lower his pay out to fifteen dollars, and raise yours to one dollar and twenty five cents."

Tank nodded, "Okay, I bet all my winnings on Tank. Do you offer odds on a ten second knockout?"

"Ten seconds?! uh ...no."

"Do you offer odds on a ten second knockout for me?"

"Uh ...yeah, ...five bucks."

"I'll take the bet."

Soon Tank was standing in the cage. He had taken his large black jacket off, and was in his tight grey shirt. His large muscular arms were bound behind his back with cable locks. Men were standing all around the cage cheering loudly. 

Opposite him was a dark skinned man, around six foot two and with a muscular build. He had long dreadlocks and wore a white singlet. He was smiling and looking Tank up and down, mostly up. "After tonight they're gunna call me the Tank Slayer. And when I tell the story, it's gunna be me with my hands cuffed."

Tank just looked down at him and smiled.

Fev got up on the platform and called out over the crowd. "Allright, If you haven't placed your bets yet, then hurry the fuck up. Today we've got a handicap match between Rick Abel of the Krakens, undefeated, and, returning to cage, Tank of the Steel Sharks, undefeated."

Fev walked around beside the cage and lifted up a heavy wooden baseball bat. He tossed it into the cage. "For whoever wants to use it!" he said, smiling at Tank. Tank just stood there, cool and emotionless. Rick Abel picked the baseball bat up, chuckling. Fev sounded the bell, and the crowd roared.

Rick wound up and swung the baseball bat hard, slamming into Tanks' side. Tank barely moved. He suddenly stepped forward and gave a hard kick into Ricks' guts, lifting him up off the ground and making him cry out in pain. The baseball bat clanged on the ground. He came back down again and was falling forward as Tank slammed his knee into his head, sending him backwards, onto the ground. 

Tank casually walked over to the dazed man and stomped his head into the ground. The crowd roared around him. Tank grit his teeth and strained. He ripped his huge arms apart and the broken cable-locks fell to the ground. Tank turned to Fev, who was staring at him wide-eyed. "Get me my money."

Soon Tank was upstairs again. "So how did it go?" asked the bartender.

"Not all that fun, but fairly profitable. Don't think Fev will be inviting me back here again." He put some slips on the bar and reached over and grabbed a bottle of Rum. He turned and started walking away.

"You're not gunna drink that here?" asked the bartender.

"It's a nice day. Why the fuck would I wanna spend it here?"

Tank was walking down the side of the streets of downtown Keyser, taking swigs of his Rum. Everyone coming the other way moved aside for the huge Pirate. His side was bruised and throbbing, but he never let a little pain bother him. He was cashed up now, time to find an expensive woman and make it a great day.

He was walking toward an alley way, when suddenly someone darted out of it, and ran right into him. Tank barely felt it, but the young woman felt like she ran right into a brick wall, she fell backwards onto her ass.

It was a pretty, young Asian woman, with jet black hair. She looked up at him with fearful eyes. "Please, help me! They're after me!" she pleaded. Tank heard the roar of swoop bikes down the alley, they were getting louder. 

"Stay here." said Tank, as he walked toward the alley. He stood next to the entrance as he took another swig of Rum and listened to roaring engines get louder. He held his arm out straight, past the corner.

The arm connected with the helmeted head of a swoop bike rider, and he was knocked back, while the swoop bike continued zooming forward out of the alley. The rider hit the floor, and the swoop bike wobbled wildly and then crashed onto the road. Another swoop bike shot out of the alley way.

The rider on the ground was groaning loudly and struggling to get up. The other rider had stopped his hovering bike and swung it around. He was sitting in the middle of the road, looking at Tank through his dark helmet.

He raised a stun-gun toward the huge man. Tank tossed his almost-empty Rum bottle, and it smashed into the riders' wrist, making him drop the gun. The rider cried out in pain and yelled out "MotherFucker!!"

He revved his engine. He was planning on running this huge stranger down. Tank bent down and grabbed hold of the rider on the ground. As the swoop bike shot toward him, he roared and tossed the man at it. The body slammed into the bike and caused it to wobble out of control.

Tank casually stepped aside, as the crashing swoop bike slid past him. The other rider was rolling along the road, before coming to a stop and lying there limply. Tank walked over to him, bent down and lifted him up. He wrapped his large hand around the black helmet and ripped it off.

The rider was an ugly red headed man in his thirties. He looked dazed and was moaning and wincing. "Fuckin' amateurs!" said Tank. He slammed his fist into the face of the man, knocking him unconscious. Then he dropped him down onto the road.

Several people were standing around watching wide-eyed at the display of violence. The young woman was still standing there. She looked around twenty years old, with a pretty, round face and short black hair. She stood around five foot seven, and had shapely, long legs and nice pert breasts. She was wearing long grey pants and a light green blouse.

She looked up at Tank with wide eyes as he approached her. "Thank you sir, you saved me."

"Come with me." said Tank. He went over to the crashed Swoop bike and lifted it up. It faltered and bobbed up and down, scraping on the ground. Tank gave it a kick and it hovered in place. He climbed onto it and looked at the young woman.

She hesitated, and then cautiously walked over to the bike. She squealed as Tank grabbed her around her waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the bike behind him. The engine roared and they took off. Tank didn't want to hang around and spend his winnings bribing the Keyser Police.

They drove on for a bit at high speed, weaving through the ground traffic. Eventually he came to a stop outside a Lovecroftian Temple. The large menacing statue of Cthulhu seemed to look down at them. Tank cut the engine. "How much?" he asked the woman.

"Excuse me?"

"The bounty on you. How much?"

"Oh, I ...I don't know."

"They had stun weapons, so they gotta want you alive. Who then?"

"My ...My father put the bounty on me."

"Yeah? Who's your daddy?"

"He's the CEO of ValcoCorp Galactic."

Tank smiled, "A rich fucker then. I don't give a shit why your daddy put a bounty on you, I just wanna know where I gotta take you to collect."

"Please, I know it's not safe for me here, but I don't want to go back there."

"It aint about what you want Sweetheart."

"No, ...it never is." she said sadly.

"Tell me!" said Tank menacingly.

"Poitas."

Tank got his TAB out from his jacket pocket and called Sadie. A small holographic screen appeared above the device with the young womans' face, with its' Mohawk and all its' piercings. "Tank, what's up?" said Sadie.

"Hi Captain. I was just wonderin' if the Jaws was available to go off planet for a bit."

"No, I told you, it's getting some upgrades at the moment. You've got leave for the rest of the week. Have some fun, do whatever the fuck you want, just don't go upsetting the other factions again. ...I'm not doing much, perhaps we could hook up."

"Nah, I got something to keep me occupied. I'll see ya later Captain."

"Right, I would tell you to stay out of trouble, but it's you I'm talking to. See ya Tank."

Tank put the TAB away in his jacket again. "Looks like my regular ride is in the shop. We're gunna have to find another way to get there."

"You're another Bounty Hunter?" asked the young woman.

"No, I'm a free man, a Pirate. Sometimes I do a bit of bounty hunting, whatever gets me paid."

"You're not going to cuff me or anything?"

"Are you gunna cause any trouble?"

"I might run."

"Don't."

Tank started up the loud engine again, and the woman grabbed him tightly as they shot off. Around twenty minutes later, he pulled up outside Keysers' Ferry Terminal.

A young skin-head was walking past. His black jacket identified him as a member of the Pirate Alliance and a tattoo on his neck identified him as a member of the Stingray faction.

"Oi! You! Stingray!" called out Tank.

The man turned and looked at him, "You're Tank!" he said.

"I fuckin' know who I am. Do you want to buy a Swoop-bike?"

He looked the bike over, "Is it stolen?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

"I mean, is it stolen from someone in the factions?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

"How much?"

"How much do you have on you?"

"Fifty bucks."

"It's yours for a hundred."

The young man smiled and pulled out a couple of fifty dollar credit slips and handed them to Tank. He stared at the young woman. "Nice bitch you have there. I like the Asian pussy. You pimpin' her?"

"You got some more money for pussy do you?"

"No, no, I gave you all my money. I was just makin' conversation. Just sayin' you got a nice bitch, is all."

Tank got off the bike and helped the young woman off. "Nice doin' business with you." said the other Pirate, climbing onto the bike.

They entered the Terminal. Tank looked up at the board for a Ship that was travelling to Poitas. Luckily for him, there was one leaving soon. They walked down to the docks, among the large passenger Star Ships. There was a fair bit of activity going on around them. 

"Hey! Be careful with that! There's some sensitive equipment in there." A short, thin man with short dark hair and a goatee was yelling at a loader driver who was loading a large shipping container into the ship.

He stepped back into Tank and looked up at the big Pirate. "Hey! You're supposed to ...oh, you're not ...hmmm, excuse me." He walked away from them.

"Strange man." said the young woman.

It was the ship Tank was looking for, QF164. The large, white, bulky Star Ship looked like it had seen better days. It had the Quazar logo painted on its' side.

It was illegal for businesses to operate in unprotected space, according to the Galactic Federation. But there was profit to be made, and so the large transport companies run very unofficial sub companies from Verona. They often used their oldest ships, and least desirable employees in the dangerous spaceways. Quazar was an unofficial subsidiary of QuantumCorp. 

There was a line of people waiting to board the ship. Tank and his mark walked past them all, and up to the Quazar employee at the front. "Hey!" called out a middle aged man Tank had cut in front of.

"What?" said Tank, looking down at him.

"...nothing." said the man, looking away.

"...uh, ID chips." said the employee, looking at them.

The woman held her TAB up and the man waved a small device near it. "Amelia Lees. Welcome aboard ma'am." he looked up at Tank, "...ID chip sir." Tank got his TAB out and held it out, and the man swiped it. "This just says Tank, there's no surname."

"You got a problem with that?" said Tank.

"Uh, no, no problem. You will need to check in any weapons you have. Passage will be eight hundred and sixty dollars for both of you." 

"Fuckin' rip off!" said Tank angrily. He got his stash of slips out from his pocket and payed the man. They moved on to where a security guard was standing.

"Please check in all weapons. You will get them back upon exiting the craft." Tank reached in his black jacket and pulled out his large Magnum Revolver, specially customised for his big hands. He placed it on the metal bench.

"You better not go messin' with that, or I'll show you how it works." He unclipped the large vibro-blade machete from his waist and put it on the table as well. He knelt down and got a second knife from his boot. He reached into his belt and pulled out a big black frag grenade and put it on the bench.

"What are you doing with a grenade?" said the security guard, staring at it.

"I like grenades." said Tank.

Soon the Star Ship lifted off from the terminal and flew off into the blue sky. Tank had made his way to the large, open bar area, and Amelia was following meekly behind him. Tank sat on a stool at the bar.

"Rum." he told the bartender, "...leave the bottle." He turned to the girl, "What about you?"

"Oh, I don't normally drink."

"Just get her one of your girly cocktails." he told the bartender.

The bartender got them their drinks. Amelia looked at her blue and white drink in a large cocktail glass, she reluctantly took a sip. "This isn't bad." she said looking up at Tank. Tank just lifted his bottle of Rum and took a gulp. The bar area was slowly filling up with other passengers.

"You don't ask many questions do you?" said Amelia, "But I bet you want to know what's going on between me and my father."

"I'd rather know how much I'll be getting paid." said Tank.

"My dad is the biggest Ass-hole!" said Amelia. "He doesn't give a shit about me. All he cares about is business. I barely saw him at all while I was growing up, and that was fine with me, I hate him."

The windows around the room seemed to glow a bright orange, and then the view became a star field on a black background as they entered space.

"...He sees me as an asset. Made a 'business deal' to marry me off to the CEO of Lexcorp. A fuckin' arranged marriage, I had no say in the matter. This man I'm supposed to be marrying is twice my age, and by all accounts a real fuckin' Sicko Sadist." She took another mouthful of her cocktail.

"...I heard he has a dungeon where he likes taking young women. Heard he can't get it up unless he's badly hurting and humiliating them. ...It's horrible. Do you think my father cares? All he cares about is the fuckin' corporation."

Tank just sat there drinking his Rum. Soon the Captains' voice came over the intercom, "Attention crew and passengers, we will soon be making the jump to Hyper-warp." Soon the Ship shuddered, and the windows went pitch black as the Star Ship sped away from the Verona system.

"I'm a living person, not a commodity to be traded around." continued Amelia. "...That's why I ran away. But you just see me as a commodity as well, don't you?"

"You're a paycheck, waiting to be cashed in." said Tank.

"I'm not cut out for being out here on the run. I could have been killed or raped, if I hadn't run into someone like you."

Tank looked down at her and smiled, "Aint no one like me. If there is, I'd like to meet him."

"You've got the tough guy act down to a fine art don't you?"

"Act? Sweet-heart I'm probably the most honest man you're ever likely to.."

BANG! There was the sound of a loud gunshot behind them. Everyone in the room let out a collective gasp. Tank casually looked over his shoulder. There were three huge men, all identical, standing at the doorway.

A Security Guard in the room drew his gun, there were four more gunshots and the bullets ripped through the guards' chest and he cried out and dropped to the ground. The passengers in the bar cried out in fear and cowered down. Amelia had a terrified look on her face. Tank took another swig of his Rum.

"Everyone stay cool!" came the booming voice of one of the large gunmen from the doorway. "We are the Flynn clones, and we're hijacking this shitty vessel. If anyone else wants to be a hero, then just step forward."

The terrified passengers stayed where they were. A woman near the bar sobbed in fear. "What do we do?" asked Amelia, looking up at Tank.

"Don't do anything." said Tank.

"Get out your TABs, cash and jewellery, and get ready to hand them over." called out one of the clones. Tank looked them over, they were around the same size as him, seven and a half feet tall and full of muscle. They each had short dark hair and goatees. Tank recognised the face, the weedy guy from outside the Ship. 'So, he managed to smuggle a bunch of his clones aboard, this could be fun!'

The clones came further into the large room. Tank could see that they each had large hand-guns, and knives sheathed on their belts. One of them started going around with a large black bag, taking the valuables off of the passengers.

One of them came up to the bar, where they were. He looked at Amelia and approached her. "Well, well, Hey there baby! You're pretty cute! Ever had a fat fourteen inch clone dick up your twat?"

Amelia looked terrified. Then Tank took another swig of his Rum and stood up. He was right in front of the clone, looking into his eyes. It was very rare that he could look someone in the eyes without having to look down. 

The clone didn't look phased, "Big man! You don't intimidate me big man. I'm just as big as you, and there's a whole bunch of me. You're probably used to towering over everyone, making them shit-scared. But when you come up against someone your own size, what have you got?"

"I got your knife!" said Tank. The clones eyes went wide and he let out a gasp as Tank stabbed the knife up through his rib-cage. "Get behind the bar Amelia." said Tank, as he grabbed onto the dying clone.

"We got a fuckin' hero!" called out one of the other clones. He fired several shots toward Tank. Tank held up the other clone as a shield, then roared, as he ran forward and threw the large body into the gunman.

The other clone raised his gun at Tank. Tank grabbed a metal bar stool and flung it at him. The stool slammed into him, making him stumble back. Then Tank ran forward with a few long strides, and smashed his fist into the clones' face with a strong right hook. 

The clone raised his gun again and Tank grabbed it, and then slammed a fist into his face again. Tank yanked the gun from his grip and then fired off a couple of shots into his head, making him drop to the ground dead.




Clone Saga: Tanks for Nothing



The other clone behind him was getting up again and raising his gun. Tank spun around and fired a few more shots into his torso. The big clone dropped to the ground screaming. Tank casually walked up to him and fired off a couple of shots into his head. Then he fired a couple of shots into the head of the other clone he had stabbed and used as a shield.

Amelia peeked over the bar counter at him. Tank said, "I heard about clones. You gotta make sure they're dead, or they'll just come back at ya." He rummaged through the clones' corpse and reloaded the hand-gun, and took a knife and sheathed it to his belt.

The stunned passengers around the room were all staring at Tank wide-eyed. "You saved me again." said Amelia.

"Well, you're probably worthless to me dead. Come on, there's probably more of them." The two of them exited the large room.

They walked down the corridor where the passenger rooms were. Tank punched a console on the wall, smashing it, then he pulled the door open. They both entered the room. It was a simple room, with a double bed in the middle and other pieces of furniture and an ensuite.

"Stay here," said Tank. "I got some stuff to do."

"Stay here with me. We can hide here."

Tank chuckled, "Hide." he said, like it was a joke.

"Hold on." said Amelia, she got up and stood on the bed, so that she was at Tanks' eye level, then she gently kissed him on the cheek. "Good luck." she said.

Tank cracked a smile. "Well, All right! I'll finish off these Peanuts and then I'll see to you." He turned and started walking out of the room. He turned back to her, "I'll be back!"

A large clone walked down the corridor. When he got to the corner, a gun was pressed against his head and then a bullet ripped through his brain, making a red mist of blood spray out the other side. He slumped to the ground dead, as Tank stepped around the corner.

There were loud bangs as bullets were shot down the corridor toward him. Tank crouched down and let off four shots at the other clone down the corridor. The clone cried out and dropped to the floor. Tank walked up to him.

The wounded clone tried to lift his gun, but Tank stepped on his hand. He crouched down and looked into the clones' frightened eyes. "How many of you are there?" he asked.

"Aaaagh!, Fuck You! you big Cunt! Naaagh!"

Tank got his knife out and pressed it against one of the bullet wounds on the clones' chest, making him scream out in pain. "How many?"

"Nnnaaaagh, ...twelve, there's twelve. Aaaaagh!"

"There were twelve? or there's twelve left?"

"There were twelve of us. Naagh!"

Tank counted on his fingers. "That means there's eight to go." He put the knife up to the clones chin, and then stabbed it up into his skull. "...Seven." he said.

Soon a few of the clones were down in the lower levels of the ship, holding their guns out in front of them. "Here, you two check out the cargo hold." said one of them.

"How many of them are there?"

"The people in the bar said there was just one, and he was as big as us."

"Shit! Another clone?"

"I don't fuckin' know. Just be careful, and call us if you see him. I gotta get back and guard the boss."

Two of them entered the large cargo hold and started slowly walking around, searching the place. The large room had assorted pallets and containers and a few vehicles stored inside.

One of them walked in front of an open topped hover-car. Suddenly the car powered up and the engine roared. It shot forward and slammed into the clone, and then squashed him as it smashed through the wall. Tank leapt out of it and onto the bonnet as gunfire came his way from behind him. Tank disappeared into the room he had just smashed into.

The other clone cautiously came forward with his gun raised. He got close to the hole in the wall and then a huge arm swung out, and a machete sliced through the clones' arm between the elbow and the hand. The clone screamed out as blood squirted out from the arm. 

Tank emerged from the room and swung the machete again. The clones other arm came off and dropped to the floor. The clone screamed loudly as Tank swung the machete through his neck. The clones' head and body both dropped to the floor separately. 

Tank also had his Magnum, boot knife and hand grenade. "Five." he said.

Up on the bridge, Negus Flynn, the sire, was holding the Captain hostage. Three of his hulking clones were stationed around the large room. One of them had a naked, blonde, female co-pilot bent over a console and was ramming his huge rod into her pussy. Her moans and cries were filling the room. 

The Captain was cuffed to the Captains Chair in the centre of the room. He was in his fifties, and had a large grey moustache. His mouth was taped shut. "Captain Bertrum" was printed on his name tag.

"Drakk it! Now I can't get in touch with N-Five and N-Six." said the short, skinny sire. "...What the fuck is going on out there?"

"Do you want us to go and check boss?" said one of the large clones.

"No. You gotta stay here and protect me. I got a fuckin' bad feeling."

"Don't worry boss. Anyone who tries to fuck with the Flynn clones will get what's coming to them."

Suddenly there were gunshots outside, and Negus tensed up. "Do it then. Kill them!"

Soon the doors slammed open and Tank stepped in with his smoking gun in front of him. "Three."

A metal pipe swung down and whacked his arm, making him drop his gun. Another pipe smashed him in his upper back, knocking him to the ground. The three large clones were laying into him with their boots and metal pipes, and the sound of loud thwacking filled the room.

Tank reached up and grabbed one of the metal pipes, then he kicked out, knocking back one of the large clones. He swung the pipe around quickly, knocking another one back. He moved the pipe around and blocked the other swinging pipe, then he got up with a powerful uppercut from his left arm, knocking the third clone back onto the ground. 

He raised the metal pipe up high, and then brought it down hard, smashing the head of the clone and making blood splatter everywhere. Another clone was coming at him and he raised his shoulder and barged right into him.

He dropped his pipe and smashed the clone with a strong left, right combination. Then he pulled the grenade from his belt and jammed it into the clones' mouth, knocking out several teeth. He kicked the large clone back into the other clone that was just raising his gun, and they both fell back onto the floor. 

There was a thunderous explosion, and blood sprayed around the room. Tank stood up from where he was crouching and wiped the blood from his face. He smiled, he liked grenades.

"That's all of them, I think." said Tank. He looked over at Negus Flynn. The little Sire was looking at him with wide, fearful eyes, he was holding a gun to the Captains' head. The Captain also had wide, fearful eyes. "...Plus one more."

"Who the Drakk are you?" asked Flynn.

"Tank, of the Steel Sharks. The transports are under the protection of the Pirate Alliance. You know what happens when you fuck with the Pirate Alliance?" he nodded over to the three large dead bodies and the growing pool of blood. "...We fuck harder!"

"Don't come near me! Or I'll kill the Captain, I swear." Called out Negus.

Tank raised his big Magnum and fired. Negus Flynn suddenly had a big hole in his forehead, and blood sprayed out the back of his head. He dropped to the floor. The Captain pissed his pants.

Tank nodded to him, "Captain." He slowly walked up to the terrified man. Tank pulled out his machete and casually put it to the Captains' neck, making him even more terrified. 

"Now, when the Feds, or anyone else ask what happened here, you're gunna tell them that the clones all turned on each other. That's what happened, isn't it?"

The Captain quickly moved his head up and down, nodding. "Good man. And remember, I hold you responsible for what everyone on this ship says. Keep up the good work Captain. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a hot date."

*****

Tank returned to the room where he left Amelia. He pushed the door open again. The young Asian woman poked her head out from the ensuite. "Oh it's you, thank goodness." she said.

"Really? You weren't hoping I'd get killed? Then you'd be free."

"I'll never be free as long as I have a bounty on me. Did you do it? Did you kill all those horrible clones?"

Tank nodded. He took off his black jacket and dropped it to the floor. He walked past her and went to the basin and started washing away the clone blood that was all over him. When he was relatively clean he turned to Amelia, "Get on the bed again." 

"Uh, ...okay." She slowly went over to the bed and stood up on it. Tank went over to her and grabbed her. She squealed and looked at him surprised. He moved his mouth to hers' and started kissing her lustily. His big hands grabbed at her bottom and chest. She was trying to push him away and pull her face away from his mouth, but she wasn't having much success.

Eventually he stopped kissing her and she got her breath back. "Tank! No! Please stop it!" she said to him.

"I'm just gettin' started baby." He grabbed at her and started kissing her again, and she cried out and tried to push him away. 

Eventually he stopped and Amelia sobbed, "No! Please Tank, I don't want this."

"Aint about what you want, remember?" He pushed her back down onto the bed and started pulling at her pants. She held onto them to stop him pulling them down. "Do you want me to rip your nice clothes off you?"

"No!" cried out Amelia.

"Then take them off."

Amelia sobbed some more, "Please, ...just stop it!" 

Tank pulled her pants down, and took them off, pulling her boots off with them. "Go on, take your top off, show me your tits."

Amelia sobbed as she tried to undo her blouse with her trembling hands. Tank helped her, roughly pulling her top off of her. He could see an elegant diamond necklace hanging around her neck, it had not been visible before. He yanked down her bra. 

She cried as his big hands groped at her pert breasts. He moved his head to her chest and started licking and sucking at her little dark nipples. "No! Why are you doing this?" cried Amelia.

Tank looked up at her, "Cos' I like fucking." He moved his lips to hers' and kissed her again. He reached down to her small white panties and pulled them down, exposing her dark patch of pubic hair and small pink slit.

Tank sat up on the bed and then Amelia squealed as she found herself being lifted up by her legs, so that she was almost hanging there up-side-down. Tank moved the girls' crotch to his face and plunged his mouth into her tight pussy.

Amelia cried and squealed as his tongue lashed out inside her. Her legs kicked out each side of his head. He just held her there as he continued lustily eating her out. 

His tongue roughly rubbed along her tender lips, getting her wetter and wetter. He poked his tongue inside her as deep as it would go, and tongue fucked her.

Tank put her down again and started fumbling at his pants. He freed his enormous erection, a big, fat, veiny monster that was twelve inches long. Amelia sat up on the bed. Her eyes went wide with fear as she saw the huge cock. "Tank No! You can't!"

Tank got up off the bed again and stood, towering over the scared girl. He took off his gun and machete holsters and his belts. He proceeded to get naked.

Tanks' huge cock still jutted out in front of him. He had bushy blonde pubic hair and a set of big balls hanging under it. His huge body had many scars, at least four of them were unmistakably gun-shot wounds. The big purple bruise was still on his side, and he had a few new bruises forming. There was a large tattoo of a vicious shark on his chest.

Amelia sat back against the head of the bed. She had a frightened look on her cute, round face. She was only wearing her pulled down bra, diamond necklace and a pair of pink socks. Her slit was wet and glistening under the dark patch of pubic hair.

Tank climbed onto the bed again. Amelia recoiled as he reached out for her. His large hand wrapped around her head and he pulled her forward toward his cock. "Open wide for me."

The fat cock head poked at Amelias' lips. She opened her mouth wide, and the cock moved its way inside. She closed her lips around the fat shaft and sucked. Tears streamed down her face. "Grab the shaft." commanded Tank. Amelias' hands wrapped around the huge cock and rubbed it as she sucked.

Tank sat there on the bed enjoying getting his cock sucked for a little while. Amelia stopped sucking and took the fat member out of her mouth. Tank looked down at her. "My jaw's getting sore!"

"Okay then!" said Tank smiling. He got up on his knees. Amelia squealed as he pulled her toward him. He effortlessly pushed her back onto her back and spread her legs.

"Please Tank No! I don't think you want to hurt me!" cried out Amelia.

"Nah, I don't wanna hurt you. But I really wanna fuck you!" He rubbed his big, wet member along her little slit. 

"No! Dont!" cried out Amelia. Tank pressed his fat cock head into the opening and then grabbed hold of Amelias' thighs and pulled her toward him. Amelia cried out in pain as the huge invader penetrated her deeply. 

The little cunt tightly squeezed around ten inches of fat cock. Fresh tears streamed down Amelias' face. Tank repositioned himself over her, she was laying underneath him with her legs spread wide.

He raised his ass, slowly pulling the cock out, and then he slowly pushed it in deep again. Amelia cried out loudly as he fucked her.

"You got a great pussy." said Tank, as he fucked her with a slow, steady rhythm. Amelia put her arms up and tried to push him away, but he was way too strong and heavy for her. He squashed her into the mattress with each deep thrust.

He changed his pace, thrusting forward hard, and then pulling back slowly. Amelia started crying out louder. Tank banged away at the girl beneath him for several more minutes.

He pulled out of her again. His big fat cock was soaking wet. He effortless flipped her over and positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. "Please Tank, no more!" begged Amelia. Tank guided his huge member into Amelias' tight wet cunt. She cried out again as he grabbed her ass and then thrust it in deep.

He had hold of her ass, and was pounding away at her from behind, bucking her forward with each hard thrust. His big hard cock rammed at her insides again and again like a piston.

After a little while, he started to grunt and groan. He pushed his weight on top of her and made her collapse on the bed. His huge member was buried deep inside her, and started throbbing. Amelia cried out as his hot, wet cum spilled out inside her.

He pulled back again and then thrust forward. Cum spilt out from her stretched, ravaged pussy. More cum spurted out inside her. Amelia was crying out loudly. Soon Tank pulled it all the way back until it popped out. More cum spilled out from her soaking wet hole.

Tank moved up to her head. Amelia had her hands over her face crying. "Clean me up." he told her. Amelia reluctantly took the fat, slimy cock in her mouth again and gently sucked it.

Soon Tank pulled away from her again and laid down on the bed next to her. Amelia curled into a ball and faced away from him, quietly sobbing. Tank reached over and touched her diamond necklace, and examined it. "What's it worth?" he asked.

"...My mum gave me that. It's not worth anything."

"Liar."

"Take it then, ...you bastard!" 

Tank started fumbling with the latch with his big fingers. "I'm not real good with small clips and stuff. Take it off for me." Amelia slowly moved her hands over to the back of the necklace and undid it. Tank grabbed it. "Thanks baby."

Amelia slowly sat up. "I want to put my clothes back on now."

"No. I'm not done with you yet."

"Please, haven't you done enough?"

"Nah." Tank got up again and grabbed Amelia. He pushed her back down, so that she was on her stomach. He grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her little brown freckle. Amelia cried out again.

Tank moved his head down to her ass and began licking at the little ass-hole. His saliva was getting the tight hole wet as his tongue pushed its way in. "Aaagh No! Not there!" cried out Amelia.

Soon Tank got up and pulled Amelia up so that she was on her hands and knees again. He pushed his big hard cock into her soaking wet pussy, making her squeal. Then he pulled it out again.

He pushed Amelia back down, flat onto the bed. He spread her ass cheeks with one hand, and guided his huge, slimy member to her little anus. "NO!!" cried out Amelia, "You can't, it's too big!"

"Sure I can." said Tank. He put his weight behind his cock and rammed it forward. The big fat member stabbed its way into the squeezing tight hole. Amelias' screams filled the room. Tank pushed his huge cock down deep into her stretched ass.

He started moving his cock back and forth, fucking her. The little stretched ring squeezed his shaft tightly as he continually pushed his way through it. Tears streamed down Amelias' face as she screamed and begged for him to stop.

Tank was bouncing up and down on top of the girl. Pushing her into the mattress as he continually slammed his cock into her. Soon Amelia stopped screaming and just laid there limply as the big man banged away at her tight ass.

Some time later, he pulled his big member out from the squeezing pooper and groaned as he started jerking it. He groaned as cum spurted out of his big cock onto her ass and lower back.

He slumped down next to her again. "Are we done now?" she sobbed.

"I'll tell you when we're done!"

"My father will kill you if I tell him."

"Then I might have to kill your daddy if you tell him." Tank looked into her teary eyes. "...Do you want me to kill him? You'd get a big inheritance right? And you wouldn't have to marry that rich Prick. Maybe we could make a deal."

Amelia shook her head. "No, I'm not going to make a deal with you, you bastard. I'm not like that."

"Too bad then." said Tank.

Several hours later, the Quazar ferry dropped out of hyper-warp into the Poitas System. They landed on the planet, at its' capital; New Darwinia. the Federation was waiting to board the ship, somehow they knew that something had happened.

Tank entered the Cargo bay, he was pulling Amelia along with him, she was walking very stiffly. Tank went over to a crate and opened it. He lifted the large engine block out and threw it onto the ground with a loud crash.

"Get in the box." he told Amelia. 

The young woman just looked up at him. "You're going to pack me away in a box now?"

Tank nodded. "Get in."

Amelia reluctantly climbed into the crate and squatted down. Tank put the lid on it again. The girl squealed as he lifted it up over his shoulder. He carried the crate over to the large exit ramp, where workmen were busy unloading everything in the cargo bay.

"Hey, you don't work here!" said one of the men as Tank walked onto the ramp with the crate.

"Fuck off!" said Tank, looking down at him. He continued to exit the ship. Tank walked down the large ramp with the crate over his shoulder, and right past a few blue armoured Federation Troopers and into the Docking bay area.

Around an hour later they arrived at ValcoCorp towers in downtown New Darwinia. The large grey building rose up to the sky amongst many other large buildings. There was plenty of activity going on around them in the heavily built up area.

Tank entered the lobby and gently put the crate down in front of the reception desk. "Can I help you sir?" asked the pretty young brunette receptionist.

"I've got a delivery." said Tank.

"All deliveries are to be taken around the back. You should know this. What company are you with?"




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"Sharks."

"Sharks?" said the receptionist, tapping away at the console in front of her. "We have no records of a Sharks company, and we don't have any deliveries scheduled."

"Just tell boss man Lees I have his daughter."

Soon a group of six guards approached Tank in the lobby. They were all holding Champion Ruby guns. Tank knew that the small laser guns were quite deadly. "Where is she?" asked one of the guards, eyeing Tank warily.

Tank pulled open the lid of the crate and Amelia slowly stood up. "Miss Lees, are you alright?" The girl looked around and nodded. She looked miserable. The guard came and helped her out of the crate. They started walking her toward the turbolifts. 

"Come on Bounty Hunter." said a guard. Tank moved toward the lifts as well. A bunch of guards were around him, watching him cautiously. 

They travelled up to the one hundred and sixty fourth floor at the top of the tower. Edmund Lees was in his spacious, sterile and opulent office. He was a stern looking middle aged Asian man with both black and grey hair and was wearing an expensive dark suit.

He came up and hugged Amelia when he saw her, she didn't return the hug. "Amelia dear, I was so worried about you."

"Worried enough to send unscrupulous killers after me?"

"I was very adamant that you were to remain unharmed. You are okay aren't you? I just couldn't stand you being out there alone, it's just too dangerous."

"Cut the bullshit father. You don't care about me. You just care about the business deal you made with that sadistic Asshole."

"You wound me Amelia. Of coarse I care about you. I'm so relieved to have you back." He looked over at Tank. "...He didn't hurt you did he?"

Amelia hesitated. "...No, he saved me. ...I just want to go."

"Yes, of coarse dear. I'll have my men take you home. We'll talk later." He motioned to the guards and they started taking her out of the room.

"Hey, Sweetheart!" called out Tank. Amelia turned and glared at him. Tank pulled her diamond necklace out of his jacket pocket. "...I think you dropped this." Slowly Amelia approached him and grabbed her necklace, then she quickly turned and walked away from him, and left the office with several guards following her.

"What's your name Bounty Hunter?" asked Lees.

"Tank."

"Tank who?"

"Tank."

"Uh, okay Mr Tank..."

"Just Tank, are you fuckin' hard of hearing or something?"

"You can't talk to Mr Lees that way." said one of the guards.

Tank looked down at him. "You gunna try and tell me how to talk? That's not gunna turn out well for you."

"You have my gratitude for saving my daughter Tank." said Lees.

"Your gratitude don't mean shit to me unless it's expressed in dollars."

"Of coarse, the bounty." He walked over to the wall and removed a bold, abstract painting. He started unlocking the small safe that was behind it. He pulled out a small black velvet bag and tossed it to Tank. 

The big Pirate caught it and started going through it. He looked up and growled. "Are you trying to fuckin' rip me off here?"

"It's all there, the full bounty that was offered."

"Fuckin' cheap bastard!"

"I'm warning you." said the guard, raising his Champion Ruby at Tank. 

Tank looked into his eyes and clenched his large fists, "Are you now?"

"I think our business here is done." said Lees. Tank looked around at each of the armed guards, and at Lees, and the safe on the wall. He growled again and then turned around and started walking off. "Escort him out of the building." Lees ordered his guards.

*****

A couple of days later, Sadie was sitting at the bar in 'The Pond', a hang-out for Steel Shark Pirates in Keyser City. There was a HV holo-table in the corner which was currently displaying the news.

A male voice came from the speakers, "...Stocks in ValcoCorp have continued to fall after the bizarre death of its' CEO, Edmund Lees. The chairman was killed in New Darwinia two days ago after he was crushed by a falling hover-car. Poitas police suspect foul play, but so far have very few leads."

"...Lees' heir, his only daughter Amelia, was devastated by the sudden death. She has reportedly broken off her engagement to the CEO of Lexcorp, Cyril Stathfield." 

"...In other news, the Galactic Federation is clamping down on rogue transport operators in Unprotected Space, after several incidents which have put crew and passengers at great risk. They are denying rumours that the latest attempted hijacking of a Quazar flight had something to do with illegal Alien Technology..."

A large, hulking figure approached Sadie at the bar. "Let me buy you another drink Captain."

The young woman looked up at him, "Tank. Where have you been?"

"Off planet."

"Oh, Did you have a job?"

"Bounty."

"And you didn't get your crew in on it?"

"The Jaws was out of action. Barely made any profit from it anyway. Just did it for a bit of fun."

"I know what your idea of fun is, somewhere there's a pile of dead bodies and someone's had the shit fucked out of them." Tank smiled. The bartender put a glass and a bottle of Rum in front of Tank and poured Sadie another Soda.

"So how have you been Captain?" asked Tank.

"Shit. I'm bein' forced to stay clean. Every day is shit."

"Hang in there Cap, I don't wanna get stuck taking orders from some Cunt again." 

"You've always been a good supporter of mine Tank. I appreciate it. I got you a little something to say thanks." Sadie reached down to the bag at her feet and pulled out a small, silver box. She held it out to Tank.

"What's that?" asked Tank, looking at it.

"It's a present."

"I don't think anyone's ever given me a present before. I usually just take stuff."

"Well take this then."

Tank grabbed the box, it was quite heavy for its size. He opened it up and smiled at Sadie. "A grenade."

Sadie smiled back. "I knew you'd like it. The Jaws III is ready to go again. We're launching at nineteen hundred hours. Skylar's given us an important mission on New Heidi. Something to do with Amos Chong, and Alien Tech."

"Sounds like fun." said Tank.