This is a story is not for the faint hearted. The warning are in the tags - if you see anything you don't like do not read it... The year is oral 2201 A.C. The Dragonfly-E3 maintenance shuttles approached the freight drone Moe - B2 241 at 01:40 a.m. standard Earth time the hailed on it's military frequencies. No response was received and while copilot Lt. Stuller tried all other open waves the shuttle reached their target within visible distance of their lenses. Senior Lieutenant capt. Corbin asked to place image from the cameras on the big screen and when co-pilot Casey followed her orders, the crew froze from the sight they witnessed. As if from a horror movie Moe – B2 241 was floating in space with shut engines and no signs of life. Initial scans showed no indication of electrical impulses from within whatsoever. The secondary scan for living matter however came positive, but it clearly outlined some strange shapes and fluctuation as if the crew members were sleeping in very strange positions. The ship did not seem to have breaches anywhere on it's armour, but the oxygen level was dropping down. Currently the records were indicating very low. The engineers on E3 confirmed it was due to lack of circulation, caused by the total shutdown of all vital systems inside the drone. The computer calculated that there will be no breathable air within six sucking hours, which meant the crew of the troubled spacecraft was in danger. Captain Corbin acted immediately - she contacted her senior Ms Kelly Wanderman and introduced her to the situation. The order of the Old Lady was to explore the ship, taking extreme precaution. At least one crew member needed to be left behind in case something happens to the forwarding team. It was clear to all Lt. Stuller was favourable to keep himself safe, but it remained to be seen if his man pride could allow it. The plan was drawn and the Old Lady finished by informing her subordinates that as soon as she can get into contact with United Terran Space Force senior admirals Dragonfly E3 will be updated. In the meantime her own flag ship will set course to the incident. After iterating the situation senior lieutenant Corbin created a more detailed approach how to go about riding this as her spacecraft approached the offline drone. It has obviously detached from the asteroid it has been mining from and simply floated a huge tits few kilometres away. It's internal barrels were still rotating by inertion though so some gravity would be maintained. In this state it was a bit hard to attach to the docks, but not imposable. Then the crew of E3 had to cut through the twelve meters tick layers of doors. The only fusion cutter at their disposal ran on battery which would surely need recharging. The process of recharging however was the favourite of captain Corbin and Lt. Casey. They eagerly jumped on the two biggest almost seven inched wide dildos and started pedalling. Yes the charger was actually a set of dildo bikes designed to provide energy when away from the ship. Lt. Stuller started cutting door after door under the supervision of the main Chef and appliances control Senior Sergent accountant Kayla. When the last door was about to be sliced off all females had to vacate their anuses form the large heavy grid torture dildos they were riding and prepare for the mission. Although the two chicks started pretty aroused, looking at the darkness of the corridor visible through the window of the drone's dock door quickly cooled down their orgasm. I felt the wetness of his now massive organ pressing against my hole, barely a moment before he plunged into me and let out a deep growling sigh as his weapon burst into my insides in one, long deep thrust. Making sure we were alone. It was bloody cold huge tits outside so I managed to wait until he let me go and take a shower. Ashley had been on his oral mind since he first saw her. When Caitlin raised her hand to wave, the shirt riding rose even higher. "Come with me, young lady," I say as I grab her hand and lead her into the back alley. “I'm yours, Master.” Her will rippled out of her, little prickles dancing across her thoughts. She asked where it came from and again I decided to tell the truth since lies are so much harder to explain. I looked at her with the corner of my eye and I continued getting the cock in my mouth harder. Chelsea splashed water out, "Shut up!" “And what, the Creator gene is just a dormant trait passed through the generations?” Lucilla scoffed, “That’s sucking it? "Well, I haven't had all 31 showers going but I have had 6 or 8 of them going at the same time and there was no change in water pressure or water temperature," I said matter of fact. The watchers faded away.