Project: Prometheus
Copyright© 2018 by C.H. Darkstrider
Chapter 55
Sex Story: Chapter 55 - A crew of smugglers, on the run from pirates, stumble upon an ancient and long lost ship, from humanity's Golden Age. Join this intrepid crew of women as they unlock the mysteries of the ship and determine the fate of the galaxy!
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Military War Science Fiction Aliens Space Sharing Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts
Jaesa was lounging in the VIP area of the Tron club in her personal world, enjoying the high she was riding. Stanley and Delilah were there also, both panting and writhing as they too, were shuddering in ecstatic delight. This was fast becoming a regular thing for them, and something that they were all enjoying immensely.
As the trio came in to cuddle a little, was when a warning alarm sounded throughout the club. It shocked them out of their lust induced stupor and had the three of them jump to their feet.
“What is that??” Delilah asked, wincing at the loud noise that reverberated through the club.
“That’s a warning alarm!” Jaesa gasped, before she dematerialized out of the club.
Moments later, she was inside her personal operations center, which she called her ‘war room’. It was called so because the situations that called for it could be anything to do with the crew going missing to something that could kickstart a war. In this case, she knew what had happened, as Taal’ani had gone over such a situation with her. Jaesa got straight to work, trying to determine where Taal’ani had been taken and why.
“What is going on?” Stanley asked, as he rematerialized inside the war room with Delilah not even a heartbeat behind him.
“This is what’s going on!” Jaesa said, as she pulled together the alert packets and sent them to her friends. They both absorbed the information, and it took a moment to upload, but once it did, shock and fear was etched on their faces.
“Shit! Talon being taken like this? How and why would they take her?” Stanley asked.
“I don’t know, but the sooner we find these things out, the better! We are not leaving our friend and crew member behind to the makers know what!” Jaesa growled, her hands flying over the consoles.
“It looks like her ocular and auditory implants are still active! We’re getting something!” Delilah told her friends.
“Put it on screen and high volume!” Jaesa commanded, as they all quieted so they could hear the conversation that was being had.
“ ... the ... pens are looking a little full and we need to start clearing out the stock. Picked up some new stuff that I thought you’d want to see,” one man said out loud.
“Show me,” a bored voice said out loud. Jaesa could tell that both men were Naucturi, as they both had that harmonic echo in their voices. The second man sounded far away, and it was likely he was on a call to the first one. She paid attention to their tones and inflection, hoping she could place the men. The AI heard a gasp of excitement as the man on the call stared at Taal’ani, then others in what looked to be cages.
“You were right to call me! These are the sorts I like to see added to our stocks! Especially the stripey one!” the man on the call said enthusiastically.
“So, good haul then?” the first man questioned.
“A very good haul indeed! This new stock will fetch a very good price once they hit the block! Call the crews in and get things rolling for an auction! Chop, chop!” the other man said enthusiastically.
“We’re on it! When can we expect to see you down to inspect what goes to the block?” the first man asked.
“A few hours. Make sure that you have every one of our usual customers informed of this! This is going to be a good sale!” the second man said giddily.
“We’re on it, boss!” the first man said before he killed the call. He then turned to face everyone there who was lying in their cells, all of whom were stunned but awake.
“You lot are going to fetch a beautiful penny for us! Not everyday we get us a Fel’caan that looks like you do! And these ... I don’t know what they are, but the ones with tits will make us a mint! The one with a dick ... he might get picked up by someone, and if he doesn’t, then he’s dog chow,” the first man chuckled, addressing the group.
The man then laughed darkly as he turned and walked out of the holding area, a door sliding shut behind him. It was then that the ocular feed dimmed slightly, and the audio lowered in volume.
“Talon, are you OK??” Jaesa asked, fearing for Taal’ani’s life. She then heard some tapping, like it was some sort of sequence. Jaesa listened for a beat, then smiled as she understood Taal’ani was communicating in Morse code. She heard exactly what Taal’ani was trying to tell her, which made her sigh in relief.
‘I’m OK. Just shocked and beat-down tired. Trying to stay awake, but it’s difficult. Probably gave us drugs to pacify us.’
“Damned bastards! Everyone is alive, though?” Jaesa queried.
‘Yeah, if a little groggy. They’re out like lights. I’m close to dropping off myself,’ Taal’ani responded.
“Why are you using Morse code to communicate?” Jaesa wondered.
‘Feel something around my neck. Guessing they are shock collars of some sort. Haven’t tried speaking yet, but this is how slavers make sure their new ... stock stays quiet,’ Taal’ani told the AI.
“Clever bastards! Any idea where you are right now?” Jaesa wondered, curious if there was anything Taal’ani had spotted.
‘Best guess is that we’re on a ship. Too many bulkheads and the layout of this place makes me think of a cargo bay. Thankfully, I don’t have to tell you much to find us,’ Taal’ani replied.
“What do you mean?” the AI asked.
‘Have a homing signal built into my implants. Had it installed many years ago when I started hacking. Figured if I got into a scrape and had some friends, maybe they could find and spring me,’ Taal’ani informed her.
“Good call!!” Jaesa agreed. “What is the frequency I need to tap into?”
Taal’ani gave her the frequency, and Jaesa was tied into it in seconds. It didn’t take long for the AI to run a trace on the area where Taal’ani was. There was some sort of interference that was playing with the tracking program, as if it was trying to derail the trace. Jaesa boosted the power, hoping the extra surge could help cut through whatever was jamming them.
‘Careful when running the trace. Too much power and they’ll know someone is onto them. You need to stay as low power as possible so they won’t think anything of the signal. If they think to keep an eye on such frequencies,’ Taal’ani tapped out, sensing the sudden power surge through her implant.
“Copy that! Dialing it down. Just a moment ... and ... damn! I can’t get a direct signal trace, but I have an idea of where you are! I’m mustering up the crew to come and find you, Talon!” Jaesa promised.
‘Please ... hurry! Don’t know how much longer it will be before we ... are sold off and ... moved. If you don’t get to us in time... ‘ Taal’ani signaled, the implication clear.
“Don’t worry. We’re on the move.”
“I swear, mama was stoned out of her mind on the Shou’arie milk! It’s the only time I’ve ever seen her act so silly!” Natalya guffawed, recounting when Korsa had drunk Taal’ani’s favorite alcohol on a dare. The entire crew sat in the lounge, taking a beat from their little escapade out in the station.
“To be fair, the batch Talon got was from a bunch of Shou’arie that had been fed some sort of psychedelic plants! I’m surprised that she wasn’t equally as wasted from drinking as much as I did!” Korsa said in her defense.
“That sounds like it was a hell of a thing to see! Did you get any recordings of it?” Alex asked with a chuckle. This earned him a look from Korsa, who almost looked ready to die of embarrassment! The story would have gone on for a bit longer, but an alarm sounded through the ship.
“Alert! Crew member down! Alert!” Jaesa’s voice sounded through the ship.
“Jaesa, what’s going on?!” Inari asked worriedly, using a quick command to shut down the alert.
“Taal’ani and the Artucian have been taken. By slavers,” Jaesa told the crew.
“What?! How? Why?? By whom?!?” Inari questioned, terrified and pissed off at the same time.
“It looks to be the work of a local group of sentient traffickers. A well-equipped group of sentient traffickers,” Jaesa told the crew as she played the video clips for them to watch. A few peeps of surprise and dismay sounded among the crew, along with growls and gasps of anger.
“How in the name of the gods were you able to find out that Taal’ani was taken?” Alex questioned.
“Talon had a few implants placed inside her head, which allows her to be tracked and to send signals for help. This was back during the days when she was being hunted and had to rely on the goodwill of strangers just to get by,” Jaesa informed him.
“Sounds like she was preparing herself to go down a deep and dark rabbit hole!” Kasumi commented.
“When a legendary bounty hunter known only as ‘The Ghost’ is after you, you take many precautions to make sure you are found! Ancestors know there are a million and one ways to vanish and never be seen or heard from again,” Korsa commented idly.
“Hold on a second! You’re saying that Taal’ani, that sweet little catgirl, had a bounty on her head? Whatever for??” Gloria questioned.
“Finding things that bad people wanted to stay buried. Sent a real bastard of a hunter after her. But that’s a whole other story for another time,” Korsa told her.
“We’re going after her, right?” Matthias asked, looking over at Alex, worry creasing his brow.
“Damn right we are! No one from the crew gets left behind!” Alex said as he stood up and walked from the room.
Natalya, Shazza and Kasumi were right on his heels, following the man down to the armory. Matthias and Gloria followed suit, knowing that this was some serious shit. Inari and Priya were right behind them, making a quick detour to the Medbay, along with Korsa, who wanted to check on Zuzanna. The futa woman turned and smiled at the trio as they entered, bubbling in excitement.
“Hey! Is it time for the procedure ... what’s going on?” Zuzanna asked, seeing the serious looks on the faces of her friends.
“Talon was taken. By traffickers,” Inari said simply.
“Shit! I heard things were a little dicey out on the frontier, but I didn’t think things had become that bad!” Zuzanna replied, shocked at what she was hearing.
“Looks like they have and that the crew that grabbed her and the Artucian were pros,” Priya told her lover.
“Wait, they nabbed the Artucian too? Those fuckers!!” the blonde woman griped.
“Zuzie, mind your blood pressure now,” Korsa warned, monitoring her vitals.
“Yeah, yeah! I know! It just...” the futa woman stated.
“We know. The rest of the crew are mustering up now to go after them. We just thought you should know instead of wondering where the hell everyone went,” Priya explained.
“You’re going after them too, right?” Zuzanna asked.
“Damn straight we are! We just wanted to check up on you before we left. Delilah!” Inari called out.
“Yes, Inari?” the sexbot replied as she darted into the medbay.
“Keep an eye on Zuzie here while we’re out. Don’t want anything happening to her,” Inari said seriously.
“Yes, ma’am!” Delilah saluted before stepping up and taking a guard post close to where Zuzanna lay. The blonde woman smiled and pulled both Inari and Priya in for a kiss each, moaning as she did so. Both women kissed her back, sighing happily at this gesture of affection.
“Go get ‘em!” Zuzanna told the pair.
“With pleasure!”
“You sure that’s the way we should go?” Kasumi asked Natalya.
“Trust me, this is the best way to deal with slavers without them vanishing like ghosts. Anything other than a stealth approach will get their hackles up, and then it’s a crapshoot,” Natalya informed the redhead.
“She’s right. Slavers tend to be the worst sorts of cowards in existence. They don’t stand their ground and fight when attacked. They retreat and disappear, as sticking around to fight will get them identified or killed,” Inari said as she, Priya, and Korsa walked into the armory.
“Sounds like they wouldn’t hack it in a fair fight,” Alex mused as he fitted a pair of silenced pistols into their holsters. He then put on the webbing before grabbing his black and blue glowing jacket, putting it on.
“They would if they were well coordinated and trusted each other. Slavers, by nature, don’t trust each other, as it is a very cutthroat business out there. The only way to get ahead is to become the best and do everything you can to stay there. Trusting people in that business will get you killed,” Korsa said to him.
“How do you know that?” Shazza asked, wondering where this knowledge came from.
“I not only ran a clinic on Andari station. I also had a psychotherapy practice while I lived there. Had a few ... unusual clients that I treated. A couple of whom were former slavers who’d been trying to get past their own demons,” Korsa told them.
“Damn! Even the scum of the galaxy are getting therapy!” Alex chuckled, while firing a glance over at Kasumi. The woman then rolled her eyes and huffed before turning to Korsa.
“Are you still in practice?” Kasumi asked.
“Still brushing up on those skills, but it’s like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never forget,” Korsa said with a grin. “I’ll schedule some sessions for you when we’re in hyperspace, OK?”
“OK!” Kasumi said with a smirk before looking over at Alex. “You know this means you too, right?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Alex said, with a mock salute. Just as the levity of the moment finished, Jaesa walked into the armory and started grabbing a few weapons, along with a nanoweave vest.
“Jaesa, what are you doing?” Natalya questioned.
“I’m coming with you,” the AI said to her friends.
“No, we need you to stay behind and guard the—” Inari started before she was cut off.
“Stanley and Delilah can keep an eye on things here, given that their sentience and awareness is nearly on par with mine. Besides, you need me right there with you to help find the way to where Talon and the Artucian are being kept,” Jaesa fired back.
“She’s right. Having Jaesa play quarterback from the ship won’t do us any good if we make a wrong turn. Besides, human traffickers ... slavers, can be jumpy and often fire first before asking any questions,” Alex said to the woman.
“Fine! But I expect you to obey every order you are given! I won’t have you exposed and destroyed if I can help it,” Inari told the AI.
“Understood, captain!” Jaesa replied as she saluted Inari smartly.
“How are we going to find them? It’s not like we can just go up to people and ask if they’ve seen our friends being taken by asshole slavers,” Matthias griped.
“We have our ways, young man. We’ve been around the galaxy and seen our share of fucked up shit. Done our share of it too. We’ll find them,” Inari told the man.
“All right, then! Is everyone ready to go?” Alex asked as he completed his loadout.
“Aye, sir!”
“Then let’s roll!” Alex told them.
With that, the remaining crew of the Darkstrider left the armory and walked out of their ship, ready to hunt. To the casual observer, they all looked like a group of friends who were ready to have themselves a night out on the station. Anyone who deigned to look closer would have noted the slight bulge of concealed weapons they all carried. No one bothered to look closer, as everyone was far too busy to even think about noticing them.
Before they left, they had the Sentries go to full lockdown, making sure that nothing got on the ship, not even insects. Stanley assumed command of the ship, while Delilah’s sole job was to guard Zuzanna and keep her company. Happy that the ship was well protected, the group made their way through the station to where Taal’ani was last seen.
Though they had a bead on Taal’ani and could track her direction, the signal was very weak and hard to pick up. The signal even dropped a few times, putting the crew in the dark as to where they were before it faded. As their conversation ended, Taal’ani imparted that there might be some jamming equipment on board. She theorized these men knew there would be people who had tracking implants as a security measure.
This group probably had ways of neutralizing them, so they could nab whoever they wanted, and no one was the wiser. With this knowledge in hand, Jaesa had narrowed down the search grid, but it was still a sizable area. To help with narrowing things down faster, they were going to investigate the area where Taal’ani and the Artucian were nabbed. The crew hoped there might be a clue or something left behind to help locate their friends.
“Is this the spot?” Inari asked as the crew rolled up to where Taal’ani was last seen.
“Very near to it. Hold on, I have an idea. Take me to the small bench over there,” Jaesa stated, gesturing to a cluster of benches near some street vendors.
The crew nodded and stepped into a protective formation around their friend, making sure no one bothered her. Once Jaesa had reached the benches and was seated, she closed her eyes and focused. She reached out and connected to the omniweb, linking into the system via local inputs. The moment she was on it, Jaesa started searching for any sign of her friends.
She combed through the recent surveillance files, trying to find out who took her friends, and quickly hit paydirt. Jaesa found and then opened up the files, seeing how Taal’ani and the Artucian were taken. She saw how her friends were ready to put up a fight, but they were still taken. A hidden crossfire ambush, which few people would have seen coming.
Jaesa growled, as it was clear this group knew what they were doing. As she watched the file, she used her programming to take screenshots of these men so she could find out who they were. Jaesa then noted that the files were disintegrating as they were being deleted from the system.
“Shit, shit, shit! Dupe program, activate!” Jaesa called out.
In a matter of seconds, Jaesa’s programming came online and crafted a multitude of duplicates of her, all of which were exactly like her. The only difference between the duplicates and her was the fact that none of them were permanent. Built into their code was a dissolution protocol that would reduce them to nothing once the timer expired.
But making them permanent wasn’t what they were designed for. They were made for the purpose of aiding Jaesa in her efforts, if she needed the extra help in cyberspace. In this case, she needed it, as the file she was looking at wasn’t the only one being deleted. There were additional files Jaesa hadn’t gotten around to combing through that were fast disappearing from the omniweb. She needed to know what they were before they vanished.
“You all know what to do! Sift through and download those files ASAP! Or our friends are gone for good!” Jaesa Prime commanded.
As one, all of her duplicates scattered through the omniweb and latched onto any files containing their friends and the men who took them. There were hundreds of duplicates that had scattered through the local systems. Each one picked a file, scanned it, downloaded it if it was worth keeping, and picked up another one. The process was happening at breakneck speed, but even then, they barely kept ahead of the deletions.
“Prime?” one of Jaesa’s duplicates questioned.
“Yes, six-two-six?” Jaesa responded.
“The way these files are being deleted is far too targeted for this to be a random wipe program. I believe there is someone running this program and personally overseeing the file deletions,” Jaesa 626 stated.
“Have you run a scan of the deletions?” Jaesa Prime asked.
“Six times already and a seventh is running now. Correction, the seventh scan is complete. This doesn’t appear to be a general archive clear program. The files are too new for them to be deleted merely an hour after they have been recorded,” Jaesa 626 told her.
“Run a trace of the program and see if we can find out who it is. All dupes that are below you in rank are now assigned to help you in this endeavor. Find them!” Jaesa Prime ordered.
“At once, Prime!”
With that, Jaesa went through the files that had been copied and was scrutinizing the faces of the men she had seen. She cross-referenced their faces with existing galactic records and found most of them in the system. Many of them lived and worked here, holding down mundane jobs that got them by. Once she looked into their financials, Jaesa knew she had found the men who had taken her friends.
“Six-two-six?”
“Yes, Prime?” Jaesa 626 questioned.
“Continue your search for the one who is running the program, but keep it quiet. We don’t want the person getting spooked and warning their employers about what’s going on. Find them and find out everything you can about them. The more we know about who they are and what their motivations are, the better,” Jaesa Prime instructed.
“Understood, Prime!” Jaesa-626 replied before dashing off to do her duty. Jaesa could only hope that they could collect the data they needed before it was gone.
At the Drahl’tothen security headquarters, Rohlk Jucharth was running the file deletion program. He had his orders and carried them out, though he hated that he had to do this. The man wasn’t a criminal by direct means, but his hand was being forced by the men who he... ‘worked’ for. The Naucturi man growled silently as he did his job, reflecting on how he was in this position.
He’d been working here for some years now and was a valuable member of the security team. Rohlk didn’t have much outside of his job, aside from his family, which was limited only to his sister, Dhara. Since their parents died in a pirate attack on the merchant ship they worked on, it was just the two of them. Well, them and Dhara’s best friend, Vayla, who Rohlk secretly had feelings for.
Both girls had moved to the station to live with him, since Vayla’s parents were also killed in the same incident. That had been a few years ago, and while the lives they led weren’t ideal, it was steadily getting better. But all of that was before one fateful night, just under a year ago.
Dhara and Vayla were out for some drinks and dancing, as young women were wont to do. Rohlk had to work late and couldn’t go and later, after he was done with a shift, is when he got a holocall. The call was from a bunch of men who used masking programs to hide who they were. Both women were crying, and it looked like they had been beaten, as they were both bruised and bloodied.
Rohlk was beside himself with worry and offered the men anything for the release of both women. Sadly, what they wanted was more than just mere money. They wanted him to work for them. At first, Rohlk refused, but then they showed him the lengths they were willing to go to just to get their way.
They took some young waif of a girl and threw her into a nearby airlock. Without hesitation, the leader of the group hit the button and spaced her, despite her constant pleas to be let out and that she’d be good. The poor girl was dead within seconds, and Rohlk knew that if he didn’t cooperate, Dhara or Vayla would be next.
To ensure their safety, he did as they asked and kept an eye out for certain situations on the station. Whenever these situations cropped up, he was to get to it immediately and erase all evidence of what happened. This gave these men the ability to operate with impunity and take whomever they wanted with no consequence.
Rohlk hated this, but with his sister and Vayla at the mercy of these callous men, he had no choice. He was trying to locate them, as being good at his job as a computer systems expert gave him some sort of edge. But he had to be careful, as he was certain that he was being watched.
He had designed and assembled a top-end rig at home that could hopefully break through the defensive programs these men had. Sadly, he couldn’t do it all at once, as that would have alerted the slavers. Should that happen, then his sister and Vayla were as good as dead. So, he settled on taking his time to build the rig and was nearly done with having it ready. The only thing left to do was to test it, to be sure it would work.
Though he was close to finally breaking the slavers’ hold over him, Rohlk kept himself in check. No sense in tripping when he was so close to the finish line! He sighed heavily and went back to minding his deletion program, which was running covertly. Rohlk then got an alert that sounded in his ear that told him of something happening.
The man then opened the program quickly, making sure no one was close enough to observe him first. Once he was sure, he opened the program and checked what sort of alert it was he had. Rohlk took one look and panicked! An entire host of hackers was on the web, seeking out the files he was deleting and making copies of them before they could be wiped!
Rohlk gulped, as he knew that if this information were to get out, then the people he cared about most would be dead! He had a way to deal with this problem, but he couldn’t do it here! The man would have to leave and try to sort this out at home, where he had the most security and leeway to handle it.
He then ended every program he was using, taking care to tuck the deletion program away so no one would find it. Once he had done this, then shut down his terminal and stood up, collecting his things. As he did this, he saw the security chief looking up from his desk, and turned his attention to his boss.
“Taking some time off?” his boss asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Been burning the candle at both ends and need some rest,” Rohlk sighed, playing it up to make it look like he was dead tired.
“Certainly looks like it. Go get yourself some sleep. Also, grab yourself some food! You’re looking thin!” the woman told him in a motherly tone.
“I will, ma’am. Good day,” Rohlk said with a nod before he signed out of the office. He went through the basic security checks and walked out of the office with no one the wiser.
Once he was clear of the station security complex, he hurried along, speeding up his pace slightly. Rohlk knew that either his colleagues or his ‘employers’ might be watching, so he kept it together. He couldn’t let either party know what he was doing, or there would be serious consequences. It didn’t take him too long to navigate the boulevards of the station to his small apartment.
Rohlk keyed in the sequence and let himself in, sighing in gratitude once he was inside. At least here, where no one was watching him, he could let the mask fall and just be himself. It was becoming a greater chore by the day just to keep up appearances to the rest of the world. This whole debacle would have to end soon, or he would be found out.
With that on his mind, Rohlk hurried over to his room in the apartment, as that’s where he kept his rig. He stepped into his room, which was very much a reflection of the man himself. It was a bit messy, with a few food wrappers and containers littered here and there, and with the odd dirty dish. But there was also a lot of hacker-based paraphernalia, and a lot of half-finished projects that sat around in specific areas, untouched for some time.
He sat on the chair that was waiting in front of the rig and booted up the system. Rohlk would have loved to take it easy and put this system through its paces, but there was no time. As long as it turned on and would run the programs he had, then it would have to do. The system turned on, and the operating system he loaded onto it went through the usual paces as it had on his old rig.
Satisfied that the system wasn’t going to short out, Rohlk then calmed himself down and slowly opened his mind. He could feel the system reaching out to him, linking to him via the neural interface chip implanted in his frontal lobe. Rohlk had a Mark Ten Razor in his head, which gave him a better advantage in terms of reaction time next to other hackers. He only hoped that he’d be fast enough to deal with the people copying the files before any of them noticed.
Rohlk stepped out of the portal that led into his personal domain and sighed. He would have taken the time to appreciate the place he’d spent years building, but there was no time. The Naucturi man had to get moving and deal with this problem before everything went to shit.
He stepped outside his domain and activated a surfing vehicle program and hopped on. It automatically started moving along with the flow of the system traffic that went past his place before he input a tracking algorithm. He keyed it to the files that he had been deleting, and the vehicle took him to the nearest file location.
The man arrived at the spot where the file was and found what appeared to be a human woman going through the file. It was shaped much like an alleyway on the station, and the file in question was hidden in one of the walls. The woman was dressed like a service tech, looking like she was doing some maintenance on the area. Rohlk knew better and could tell exactly what she was doing.