Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
For @Enchantress and @RapeU as you had expressed interest, and this is not my contest entry.
“P3 come over here.”
“Yes Mrs Barnett” if a Droid’s voice could have sounded tired, his would he had been now assigned to accompany Mrs Dasheera Barnett by head office for the current evaluation.
Their first encounter had occurred 28 standard days earlier, or to be precise 28 days 17 hours 23 minutes and 15 seconds ago. Part of his programming was to be precise in all accounts. She had shown up in central registry with the signed requisition form. And it was put into active duty. In compliance with his fundamental program he ram his assessment subroutine. Getting the distance by laser and began triangulating her height as 172.3 cm, in the upper 30% for female humans. Narrow face of light brown color, green eyes and hair of a brown color his database called Chestnut, but didn’t offer a reference what a chestnut was supposed to be. She was of narrow waist with chest and hips both measuring 80.2 cm. Her weight was gauged based on typical density data for humans assessed as about 70 kg.
The droids own construction was a 154 cm tall cylinder with a radius of 28 cm. Several tool arms and an antigrav projector for mode of transportation.
She laid the palm of her hand against center of his barrel shaped body and spoke with the voice of total authority “Priority command setting, to my voice and palm print, Authorization Delta - Whiskey - Kilo Two - Echo. Confirm command.”
It felt the command priority locking into place. “Affirmative Command set” the voice was modulated in a melodic tone, generally considered pleasing “My name is P3…”
“Entirely uninteresting to me droid.” she interrupted “My name is Dasheera Barnett, and you will address me as Mrs. Barnett. Confirm function”
“Function of this unit is Measurement and Assessment droid, with secondary use as human droid interface.”
“Excellent, follow me our shuttle is waiting, we have work to do.”
They had arrived on the forest moon only 4 days ago, a covert drop landing as the area was considered hostile. Moving to the primary evidence site by foot, they had to traverse dense jungle like vegetation for 3 days before reaching the ragged cliffs at an ocean. Mrs Barnett pointed at the spherical body that lay in the ocean.
“Scan the dimensions and compare to the provided specs.”
The droid ran his sensors in the commanded fashion before responding
“Spherical body of formerly 160 km diameter, with a negative dish indention of 18 km in diameter. Heavily damaged, quite possible break up of structure when falling through the Atmosphere of Endor. Object matches to 99.98% the description and specification provided by claimant for object DS2”
“I don’t think that anything of this can be salvaged.” Barnett said
“I would hope not, we got through enough trouble to take it down.” a voice said from behind “Put your hands into the air and then turn around slowly.”
As they both complied to their best ability, the droid’s tool arms raised to the sky, he saw a mixed group of soldiers uniformly clad in khaki uniform but comprised of different humanoid species, 5 by its count and 2 dozen small (1.20 m) tall ursoid bipedal creatures, dressed in skins and furs, bearing stone clubs and spears. They appeared to be of the native species of Endor, and were called Ewoks according to his briefing material.
“Who the hell are you?” Barnett fired off her question with absolute entitlement
“Captian Taz Balko, the man who is asking the questions here. So who are you?” the man standing in front of the group replied. He assessed him as tall 190.3 cm, with black hair and beard stubble, carrying a blaster rifle pointed directly at Barnett.
“You are rebel scum, that is what you are. A terrorist.”
“Based on your choice of words, you don’t sympathize with our cause. So again who are you and what are you doing here?” The muzzle of the rifle raised a bit pointing at Barnett’s Head.
“Ok no reason to let this get out of hand, my name is Barnett I’m a claim adjuster for Galactic Empire Insurance Company, I’m here to assess the damage to our clients property, she pointed at the sphere behind her.”
Balko’s eyes grew wide and he seemed lost for words before he exclaimed “You must be fucking kidding me, the Empire filed an Insurance claim for the fucking Death Star.”
“Of course, this project was a massive financial investment and our clients sought to mitigate the risk by buying insurance. Naturally we can not pay until the case is investigated.”
“What client? When that thing died, it took the emperor with it, haven’t you heard the empire is history?”
“Galactic Empire Insurance Company isn’t involved in politics we offer insurance services to our clients. And from that perspective nothing has changed. Particularly as the imperial administration is currently determining who will be in succession”
“Are you armed?” Balko asked
Barnett tilted her head to a plasma rifle she had leaned against a rock.
“And the droid?”
“I’m an Assessment and measuring unit, with additional human droid interface, my name is P3…”
“I don’t want your live story, I want to know the status of your armament” the Captain barked
“My functionality is strictly for measuring and recording, not requiring offensive capabilities.”
“Good, you may record and measure to your hearts desire, but if you move we will open fire. So stand down”
Balko turned again towards Barnett “I don’t believe that that is all you carry in weapons. Can’t risk you jumping any of my men, while they frisk you. So take off your clothes.”
“Oh sorry I forgot you work for the empire. You need shorter instructions, that your brain can process. Strip! Now!”
The droids finely tuned sensors recorded a lightening of Barnett’s facial features, as if her circulation had changed. Biological functions or anatomy were not part of its main program
“You want me to take of my clothes?”
“Yes, and I would appreciate if you could get started.”
“Because I feel insecure until I know if you are armed, and on second thought because I want to see how you look under those clothes.”
Barnett resignedly started pulling down the zipper of her overall revealing, ship board knits underneath in form of a shirt and panties. According to his programming the droid recorded everything happening on an investigation site, not sure where this would need to be filed for the report.
“Happy now?” Barnett asked standing barefoot in the grass
“Shirt next.” Balko ordered
She shrugged out of it, revealing a band of cloth hugging around her chest, which Balko ordered to be removed next.
The droid measured two further spheroidal objects, sagging a bit under the gravitational influence of Endor, they were equipped with tips of darker flesh in brown circular areas 5 cm in diameter. The tips themselves seemed to change, in a few minutes after removal of her shirt they seemed to shrink in diameter and elongated by 133%
“Is this your famed goals you were fighting for, molesting women?” Barnett flared
“We were fighting for ancient goals freedom and equality. Off with the panties.”
“Where is the Equality in making me strip?” Barnett didn’t move.
“No this is the part where I have the freedom, to do this to an imperial bitch.”
Taz stepped closer and grabbed the remaining garment by the crotch and ripped it down.
The droid observed that this revealed a further patch of brown hair, darker than the one on Barnett’s head and curled to greater extend. It grew in a pleasing symmetrical shape of an inverted triangle with a base of 3 cm.
“Isn’t this useful boys, there is even a pointer to tell were to insert cock. Now bitch down on the ground.”
“Why should I.”
“Because this is were the equality comes into it, you have been treating us like dirt for ages, now you will go down in the dirt yourself, and then we will take equal turns with your body.”
“The hell you will” the droid registered another color change, flushing face and body red. It considered this a very informative afternoon.
Without warning Taz rammed the butt of his rifle into Barnett’s stomach and she collapsed on her knees. She was suddenly swarmed by the Ewok warriors, dragged onto her back, legs and arms pulled apart. Barnett struggled but to no avail, her limbs were tied to pegs driven into the ground by the furry natives, using strips of leather. Barnett tried to get loose, but Taz ended this fruitless enterprise by placing his booted foot on her abdomen.
“Droid!” He called “Come over here!”
The droid complied
“You are equipped with recording equipment?”
“Yes sir, part of my primary function.”
“You have been recording so far?”
“Yes that is standard protocol for crash investigation sites.”
“Excellent, do a proper documentation of her, for the let’s call them before and after comparison.”
The droid began it’s scan from the top, archiving Barnett’s face dark with anger. Observed that in this position the spheres took again a different shape, but had lost their sag. There was a visible print of a dirty boot starting on her belly and running down to the curly hair. It followed the pointer as Taz had called it and saw a fleshy orifice framed by something that looked like lips, and beneath that a further orifice, that was spread open to a lower degree. It continued the collection of imagery down the legs.
“Done sir, what will be the event for the after?”
“That’s what this bitch is also anxious to see.” Taz dropped his pants, revealing a fleshy protrusion 18.2 cm in length and 5.3 cm in diameter, ending in a lot more of the curly hair than Barnett had sported.
The droid couldn’t see exactly what was happening as Taz lowered himself between Barnett’s legs, based on it’s previous measurements it postulated the hypothesis that Taz must have found a way to deal with the protrusion as there was not enough room between their respective bodies. Barnett’s screams of “No,please not” did not give any direct information on what was happening.
As Taz was beginning to move, the droid could see that part of his hypothesis had been correct, the protrusion had been slipped in one of the orifices, and was moved at a rapid speed forward and backward, moving the lips clinging to it with it. The droid concluded that this must be some kind of human I/O interface for data transfer. So this was obviously some kind of interrogation, with Barnett’s cries stating her unwillingness to give up information. She was in the droid’s opinion very stubborn when it came to this.
The interrogation lasted for 7 minutes 34 seconds, when Taz withdrew the probe. The droid registered between Barnett’s legs that the lips seen before had turned a deeper shade of red, and some kind of lubricant was dripping between them.
On Taz signal the next human took over the interrogation. The droid noticed with some dismay that the interrogation probes were evidently not standardized, varying in size, girth and shape. There must be a lot of friction involved in this style of interrogation, as after each attempt the droid registered a larger amount of lubricant pooling between Barnett’s legs. A poor quality as it was drying quickly turning flaky. Barnett had by then given up on her protests and was emitting some kind of whimper. The Ewoks joined the interrogation, and their probe was entirely not in proportion to their small body size.
Feeling apparently not satisfied by the results, Barnett was turned around and a further round of information gathering was attempted with the other data port. Eliciting to the droids surprise again cries from Barnett.
When the sun was about to go down, Taz asked “Droid what is that Human Droid interface you spoke about?”
“It’s a new experimental feature, apparently developed by request of Lord Vader. Would you like to see?”
Taz nodded and his eyes grew wider as the droid extended the 30 cm polished chromium steel rod, capable of vibrating with various frequencies.
“I think I know exactly where to use this.” Taz said with a smile.
TO: Galactic Empire Insurance CO Headquarter
FROM: P3N15 @ GEICO.GE
Subject: Final Report Claim 47628343465
A) the evaluation of the claim filed by the Galactic Empire has been completed. Object Death Star V2.0 for further reference DS2, has broken up in the atmosphere of Endor and sunk largely in on of it’s oceans (coordinates attached to this message). Based on this units expertise there is no, economically feasible way of retrieving it. This will have to be a write off.
B) This unit has heard rumors, by local sources that the assistant to the primary policy holder, might be implicated in the destruction of the station. There might be grounds to suspect fraud and withholding the payment until further investigation can be completed. Requiring statement of Lord Vader or his next of kin.
C) Barnett, Dasheera is missing in action, the last this unit has seen of her was her being carried off by some natives. The Unit Barnett is also to be considered a Write off.
D) Unexpected field trial of H/D Interface unit. Interface has proved compatible with both tested data ports, full insertion required force but was ultimately possible. Up to 30 minutes of high frequency use, did not result in expected data exchange. More testing required.
Signing off respectfully