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The Naughty List Directive — Sci-Fi Femdom
On a long-dead planet, stuck in eternal Christmas, a pair of xeno-archeologists stumble upon the sultry, seductive, and forceful keeper of The Naughty List Directive.
A blazing sun some ninety-four light years from home filters through a thick layer of cloud. It’s just cold enough for the snow to settle on the ground beneath your feet. Winter is well and truly here, chilling the ruins of a long forgotten civilisation to the very core. Rotting towers of some unknown alloy span like ancient redwoods some three kilometers high. Nestled at the foot of one, on what you assume to be a bygone landing pad, is your NT-3200B. A cargo freighter built for two, with all the comforts of home. One bed for shift-sleeping, a table the size of your thigh, and rows and rows of ration packets, because xeno-archeology doesn’t quite pay enough for you to be able to afford a food synthesizer these days.
“Thank god the air is breathable,” you hear over the suit-to-suit intercom. Some forty yards away is your wife, cataloging what seems to be a form of advanced personal transport. “Remember on Yavvik? Those thick atmo-suits? Hell.”