The Dutchess, fearsome pirate of the civilized space lanes, stalked the deck in a blind fury.
Clones Three and Nine cowered at their stations, jumping to every command in constant terror of displeasing their mistress.
"Five! If you can't stop that bubbling this instant you know what will happen!"
At the navigation conslole Clone Five struggled to control her sobs, but the welts on her full, round posterior made sitting excruciating, and great tears streamed down her face, shining on the sleek black leather which contained her pendulous breasts.
The Dutchess barked into the intercom. "Seven! Did I not make it clear that I wanted the hyperdrive back on line by oh-four-hundred? If I find out you've been playing with your toy down there you'll find yourself on the rack for a week!"
I dashed off this intro a while ago, and have never managed to expand on it. The basic concept is that the Dutchess keeps her crew of identical-lesbian-space-babe-clones away from any male contact, but in the course of the story the girls discover men, stage a mutiny, and she gets hers. The engineer, Clone Seven, spends her free time inventing astounding sex machines.