Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle its contents please exit now. This work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such.
This is the first in a new series centered around a female crew aboard a starship, The Servus Navis, and their various adventures. I hope all my followers will enjoy this story and leave a comment or rating.
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Servus Navis: The Prime Directive
The Human Galactic Alliance had borrowed the words straight from the 20th Century television shows:
The Prime Directive prohibits personnel and spacecraft from interfering in the normal development of any society, and mandates that any vessel or crew member is expendable to prevent violation of this rule.
Five hundred years later it was policy for all exploration in the expansive galaxy humans inhabited.
Captain Araceli Sanchez of the HGA ship Servus Navis had intended to violate this law in one of the most extreme measures in Alliance history. For months her vessel had been tasked with the research of Rigel 3 in the Orion constellation. The planet was classified as AD300 which meant its technology placed it closest to Earth's during the Roman Empire.
The difference was the patrachiral culture had degraded the status of women down to little more than slaves, property or livestock. Women held no rights, no freedoms, and were little more than playthings to the men who owned them.
The beautiful Captain Araceli had seen this as an injustice as her researchers brought back more and more data on human female life on the planet. Slave work camps and prisons, breeding farms and brothels seemed to just be the tip of the iceberg of the debauchery of the planet wide culture.
She began taking away trips after the researchers would return from missions and move about between the different cities. She always dressed as the common slaves in short tunics with revealing tops that displayed her light brown skin. Since her solo away missions were at night men never noticed the lack of collar or slave markings.
The 35 year old Captain began trying to work behind the scenes with the few contacts she could make to form some rebellion, some form of resistance to fight the overarching patrachy. She was beginning to make headway as several brothel slaves seemed eager to improve their lot in life and had extended connections. It wasn't difficult to convince the women that the men were nothing but brutes who fought wars amongst themselves during the day and fucked slaves by night.
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Captain Araceli smiled to herself as she left the last meeting and headed toward her camouflaged private vessel parked in the forest outside of the small city. She was dressed in the typical slave garb of the city. Her cotton tunic barely reached the top of her thighs as her ass seemed to slide out the bottom with each step her sandaled feet would take. She enjoyed the way the sandal straps wrapped all the way up to her knees in the outfit. The top was cut in a wide V that allowed her ample cleavage to be prominently displayed or exposed should a man request.
She'd more than once in her month of these 'off the books' away missions had to use her body to slip away from a domineering man. Usually at this time of night they would be too drunk to notice her body as different from the other slave's even though she held no slave's brandings, markings or piercings.
As she was exiting the city gates she heard a disturbance behind her. She turned to see one of the women from her last meeting walking fast with a handful of guards following her. Captain Araceli watched as the woman pointed in her direction and identified her as the originator of the rebellious assembly.
Araceli immediately burst into a sprint breaking past the two guards standing at the gate and darting into the dark thick woods. Her heart raced as she pumped her thighs faster and faster. She felt the dirt and debris of the forest floor dotting her bare feet and legs. She now cursed the slave sandals she wore.
"Servus Navis, this is Captain Sanchez. Over." She spoke into the comms device hidden in her ear.
"Captain. Servus Navis here we read you." The female voice of her Comms Officer rang in her ears.
"Patch me through to Admiral Walker, Now!" She barked jumping over a dead log. She could hear voices shouting in the distance behind her along with the barking of dogs and neighing of horses.
"Admiral Walker here," The strong voice rang on the other end.
"Owen. I think I've fucked up..." she said in near tears as she felt her legs begin to strain and tire. It was more than a mile to her ship and she could see torch light getting closer.
"Araceli, whatever it is, my dear we can fix it. I'll fix it." He said in a stern voice that always comforted and consoled the female Captain.
"It's too late they are here..." she whispered as she ducked under a log and slid her legs up under her to hide as best she could. She picked the ear piece out of her ear and pressed it firmly between her fingers smashing and destroying the technology.
Two men walked past her log and continued deeper into the forest. She heard a horse stomp and led its rider away from where she was hiding. She waited a few more moments as they went deeper and exited her hiding spot.
She knew she needed to double back and confuse the dogs and anyone tracking her so she headed back toward the city. It was slow creeping along moving from tree to tree trying to avoid detection. She was confident the barbaristic men tracking her were too dumb to actually succeed in her capture.
After circling back she again made a straight line for her hidden ship. Her tunic at this point was drenched in her sweat and clung tightly to her tone fit body. Her legs were scratched and dirty from the hiding and sprinting. She finally reached the clearing where she's hidden the small vessel.
She froze before she exited the tree line. A torch shone brightly to her immediate right. She heard a dog bark close and knew if it had sensed her.
"Where did that bitch go?" She heard a voice say.
"Not far. I think she's close he's got her scent." Another man said.
Araceli watched as the dog began sniffing the ground around her still cloaked ship. He then sniffed up in the air and began tracking her direction.
"He's got her now," the man said. "He can sniff slave cunt a mile away..."
Araceli couldn't run back into the woods now, the dog and men would surely catch her. She could try a desperate sprint to the ship but even if she made it these primitive humans would be corrupted by the ship's takeoff. Surrender was an option but not one she particularly enjoyed.
She watched as the dog closed in on her. "Fuck it..." she grumbled "I'd rather be courtmarshaled than enslaved..."
She broke into a dead sprint for the vessel. The men were looking down and shocked to see her rush past them. The dog was surprised as well just turning to see it's prey pass quickly by.
Araceli could see the cloaking release and knew this would be a quick get-a-way if she pulled it off. Her slender fingers reached out to press the button and open the hatch to gain her freedom.
She felt something slip around her shoulders and torso and jerked her backwards to a halt. Her hands shot back grabbing at the rope noose that had been lassoed around her chest. She spun to see one of the horsemen pulling her back away from her ship and freedom. She fought with every bit of strength but it was no use as the horse and constricting rope pulled her away.
Seconds later they were all on top of her. Hands ripped the modest cloth tunic she wore. She could hear voices growl and grumble at her in obvious anger at her defiance. She fought them as best she could punching and kicking and biting.
All that seemed to accomplish was to make the men rougher with her. She found herself spun face down in the dirt, feet jerked back and hands too as rope hogtied her ankles and wrists together. She struggled in vain as her now naked breasts roughly scratched against the forest floor.
"Put her out..." a commanding voice said.
"No! No! Noooooo!" Araceli screamed as she watched a rag be doused in a solvent and the men move to her face. They tied the rag around her head and she closed her mouth trying not to breathe in the fumes.
She struggled as best she could against the rope as the men watched and laughed. One dropped to a knee and began slicing off her tunic through the bindings. She began to feel it torn away from her skin as she couldn't take much more and inhaled through her nose. The sweet aroma made her head dizzy and eyes become heavy. One more breath and she slumped into the hogtie and two men picked up her limp body tossing it onto one of the horses.
"Take her to Governor Akai" the commander shouted. "He'll want her sentenced..."
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