Looking to Role Play a Sci-Fi Slavery story.

[crabmouse]

If you're interested, I have two beginning scenes we could start from. You can write the next scene in the role play and we can start from there. Any gender welcome.

I would be playing as my character Ashley Bell. A lone bounty hunter/smuggler traveling through space.

In this story I would enjoy anywhere between DID (damsel in distress. Bondage but not overly sexual) to BDSM (Rape, torture, training etc.)
No incest, scat, underage, or mutilation. No bestiality but aliens are fun. In either case I'm an unwilling captive.

My hope is that my character is enslaved. Perhaps sold at auction, kept for personal enjoyment, harems etc. I like to be surprised. I like  slow burn where we develop plot so we don't need to get to the slavery part right away.
Spending some cat and mouse time helps build up the tension and develop the plot.











Scenario 1: Exploring the Abandoned Star-Ship
What dangers lurk within?

Ash stood in her white robe, sipping her freshly brewed coffee. She looked out at the vast expanse of space through the large window made of a special glass composite which was harder than steel.

  She never tired from star gazing which was important for an interstellar space traveler, otherwise you could go mad traveling months on end through the vacuous abyss of space.


  A luminescent blue glow suddenly flickered, illuminating the ship. It rocked slightly. Ash payed the interruption no mind. It was a common occurrence.  A small piece of debris must have activated the ship's shields. The shields kept her vessel well protected and made space-faring possible. Without them, the smallest piece of debris could completely obliterate her small ship which traveled at such high speeds.

She flew in a  small single person fighter class ship designed for high speeds and maneuverability. Perfect for avoiding pirates and transporting illicit cargo.
A real danger in places Ash was used to traveling. The desert planet Hjal was no different. Being outside of the federations protection it was the perfect place for pirates and slavers to take advantage of anyone they came upon. This problem made selling illicit goods all the more profitable. Any of the planets many crime syndicates paid high prices for anyone willing to venture near the wild planet.
Which was why Ash was making the journey. As a cover, her hold was filled with medical supplies, which she would sell at a negligible profit decent profit, barely enough to cover fuel supplies. but in a secret compartment she had four tons of dried
ampshade, an extremely powerful stimulant that had been banned by most interplanetary governments.

Looking out at the stars,Ash brought her mug to her lips, savoring a slow sip of coffee. She jumped, spilling coffee on her robe. A loud buzzer invaded the silence. Ash jumped in alarm looking towards the gravitational scanner. The screen showed a large object in the distance. A large ship?
It was stationary. She typed in a few commands and targeted the object. Her ship's hyper-photon telescope protruded, aimed in the objects direction.  It was a frigate ship sitting in the dark. Scans reported that the ship had been powered down.Only life support was operational. Based on the radiation waves, it seems like the ship as been that way for months.

Ash hailed the ship.  Nothing. She tried again, still nothing.

What happened? ` She wondered as she moved her ship closer to the object.
The ship seemed intact, No damage she could identify. The ship lay stagnant, shields glowed at the minimal power needed to repel small objects. `Did they lose fuel? `Is anyone there? Why aren`t they responding?'

As a bounty hunter in dangerous space, Ash was extraordinarily cautious, but she was also curious to a fault.  She slowed her ship and had it approach the ship at safe speeds. She quickly got dressed, while watching the scanners for any signs of sudden danger. She wore simple underwear, blue panties and a blue bra, put on a
tank top,and cargo pants. She then equipped her armor, checked that her blaster
was fully charged and got ready to board the ship.Her small ship had
already attached a tube to their port hole. Soon the frigate could be seen by the naked eye. It seemed to grow into a huge monster as she got closer and closer. Finally, her small fighter was a small dot before the frigate. The ship automatically found the porthole as a thing silver tube protruded from her ship.  SOnce attached she crawled through the tube, her heart beating loudly.

The hatch came open easily.  A dim light entered the room. ` is anyone here?` She called out. `I will try and help if I can.`Nothing but the sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She slipped into the corridor and closed the door. Her ship on standby.



She lifted her blaster, slinging it over her shoulder. She would look less threatening that way, but could quickly brandish the weapon if need
be, plus this was an easier way to carry the heavy weapon.

`Hello?!` she called out again.


Scenario 2.The Smuggling Mission
Traveling through space on her way to unload illicit cargo, while avoiding space pirates.

Ashley slept soundly in her bunk in deep sleep, currently undisturbed by the soothing music that had begun playing louder and louder, while in tandem the luminescence of the room subtly intensified . The smell of coffee permeated the room.

The ship was programed to analyze Ash`s sleep patterns to wake her at the optimal moment so she`d be perfectly rested. The ship would then slowly wake the sleeper to wake.

Ash smiled as she woke, to the smell of coffee. She  stretched languidly then sat up, and donned her pink robe hanging next to her bed. She wasted no time walking over and pouring a cup of coffee. The coffee station used to sit right next to her bed, but she`d long ago learned this would result in a day sitting in bed.

Sipping the coffee she sauntered over to the control panel and checked the control panel. Nothing of interest. Just a few small meteors that had hit the shields. She wasn't surprised. In the vast abyss of space it was incredibly rare to run into any other ships.
Things would be different tomorrow.
She`d been traveling for three months without incident, and would arrive at her destination in one and a half days. As she approached the system the likelihood of encountering traffic increased dramatically.
Tomorrow would be the most dangerous, since she'd be in heavy populated areas, but still far from Hjal. There were several dangers she'd be facing.
When she had first set off, the biggest danger was the Galactic Union. If a Federation ship somehow scanned her cargo hold and found the drugs she was smuggling, she would be in serious trouble. But now, in a system outside of the Galactic Union, the likelihood of encountering a Federation ship was low. Hjal's galactic police force was likely to look the other way. She had extra credits in case she had to bribe them.
The biggest danger was pirates, which was terrifying. They would steal her ship, her cargo, and most likely enslave her. She would not be protected by the Pirate's Code of Surrender. If anyone surrendered to the pirates without a fight, they would only steal all the cargo and credits, but leave the victim with enough food to reach their next destination. But, according to the code, women counted as cargo, so surrendering would not be an option.
Ash shuddered as she activated the door covering the window. Right away she could see the large star, Sol 6, announcing she'd be arriving soon.

Scenario 3 The Enslavement Bounty
An anonymous buyer has put a bounty out for Ash's enslavement.

Ash meandered over to the three huts sitting placid in the hot desert sand. The sea of dunes looked to be dancing in the heat, sliding across the surface from the wind. Ash wiped the sweat from her brow as she stepped over one of the many empty bottles strewn about the encampment. The night before the tiny space in the vast open desert had been a cacophony of drunken antics.
The small pirate crew of the Star Worm had recently raided several trade ships and were now hiding out on this small desert planet until the Federation lost interest. Here, they were spending all their ill gotten credits buying booze and drugs in the neighboring village and spending their days in these dilapidated huts. Not exactly a smart way to keep a low profile. People notice things in a small town, especially on a backwater planet.

Ash bent down as she slipped a detonator into the sand near the charred fire-pit from last night. She wasn't worried about waking the pirates, she'd watched from afar the night before and they had partied so hard they were dead to the world. She walked over to a large rock and placed another detonator behind it.
Each of the pirates had earned a decent bounty, which on their own, wasn't much, but if collected together would be quite lucrative. If Ash could kill them all at once she could take a long vacation for a small amount of work.
After placing the last of her explosives she walked off towards a large dune, hiding inside her tent, perfectly camouflaged in the golden sand. She slept surprisingly well in the hot heat - not worried about the amateur pirates who slept in their tiny huts.

When night came the pirates were laughing loudly around the campfire. They were good and drunk as Ash approached with her blaster raised. In the dark, moonless night Ash was invisible, but the pirates around the campfire were in clear site. Ash aimed her blaster and shot into the crowd, killing two pirates immediately. Before they could react she fired two more shots. The pirates suddenly leaped up, grabbing their laser rifles. Ash pressed the detonator. The bomb went in a large inferno. The last few pirates scattered, running towards cover, exactly where Ash had predicted. She activated the detonator again. The earth seemed to shake as four more explosions lit of the night sky. When the fire cleared there was only one lone pirate, firing a laser haphazardly into the dark night well away from Ash. She moved closer- fired her blaster and finished him.

She sauntered over to the fire-pit, which was now ringed with burning debris.  She kept her blaster ready just in case. Sure enough the pirates were all dead. She smiled as she activated her wrist module and scanned the bodies, the data would upload onto a database marking the bounties dead in her name. The credits would be transferred immediately. She laughed as she heard module's multiple chimes indicating the bounties had been collected. Soon she'd be off this miserable desert planet and relaxing at a spa.
She was walking back to her over bike when she heard it: the harsh beep from her wrist communicator. It was programed to go off like that whenever her name was mentioned on the dark web. She quickly checked the reference on the screen. She'd just been listed on the bounty board: an enslavement contract. She sighed. Soon she'd be avoiding slavers.
Scenario 4 Take us to your Master
Aliens sneak into Ash's room, demanding to speak with her Master
Ash slept peacefully in the darkness of her room, the white noise of the ceiling fan fostering a sense of peace.
  She'd just returned from a successful mission and for the first time in months she slept on solid ground, an actual planet with natural gravity -she slept soundly, knowing that in the morning she'd treat herself to multiple spa treatments, hot tubs, saunas and more. She deserved a vacation after her ordeal. 
Suddenly she woke to the snapping sound of electricity - the static forcing her hair on end. 
 She launched upwards, pushing her back against the headrest. Her heart beat wildly and her eyes adjusted quickly.  Towering over her bed were three tall grey aliens standing looking down at her, one was casually pointing a pistol like object directly at her. 
 How had they gotten in? Teleportation? That would explain the sudden energy she'd felt.  little was known about thee beings except they were advanced and had traveled intergalacticly long before humans. They seldomly made contact with people, so their nature was still a mystery. 
The exhilaration with making contact with this mysterious race was mixed with fear, as they had invaded her room while she slept. 
Nervously, from corner of her eye she spied her laser pistol resting on her nightstand within arms length.
"Hands up." the alien demanded in broken English, clearly intuiting her intentions. Ash immediately shot her hands to the sky.
"Behind your head." the creature demanded. As commanded, Ash interlaced her hands behind her head, forcing her chest to protrude, her nipples peaking through her thin nightgown. The aliens all stared openly. She'd never heard they were attracted to humans, but she couldn't have been imaging it. They were all lusting over her. 
She opened her mouth to ask what they wanted when the one with a gun spoke first.
"Take us to your Master." he asked. 'My master?' Ash thought to herself with rising panic. What did he mean by that?
"My Master?" she asked nervously. "What do you mean?"
"Your owner." the alien responded. "Whose property are you?"
A chill ran down Ash's spin and her skin felt icy. They assumed she was a slave?! She thought of how to respond. What would they do if she told the truth? That she wasn't a slave? And if she lied, what would she say?

[pilgrimofpain]

Hi, I just read through your prompts and we just may get along in terms of kinks and such, and the sci-fi angle has always been appealing to me.
I am entirely new at play-by-post Rp, but I have written some solo stories with similar themes and ideas to your prompts.

The first prompt is a little bit more interesting to me, the derelict ship is a well-traversed trope in fiction for good reason.

Let me know if we can make something happen :)

[osmos]

Dear Crabmouse. Thank you for posting.

Your scenario two looks promising for a terrific roleplay. There would be a struggle to fight off the pirates, but one which only they can win. When you are captured, your cargo is taken and as you note, no pirate code applies to you -  you too are cargo and have a value to to shipped to the markets and harems of the pirate planet Zykanos.

In the cells of the pirate ship you are held captive with some others who are bounty from earlier pirate raids;  you whisper and share your fears with these captives, where your fears and trepidations of the upcoming situation are feeding your nervousness and this allows the RP to develop. After a few weeks you are discharged, bound and gagged with your fellow cargo and sent for processing and sorting - we can spend time in the RP describing both the degradations of the processing and the fearful options for assignment following its completion. What fate awaits?

Please advise if this general scene allows scope for us to develop this RP?

Many thanks

[crabmouse]

I sent you both a message.

[crabmouse]

Added a new story. 'Take us to your Master.' This one can be changed more than the others to fit your particular desires.

[crabmouse]

Anyone want to do a roleplay? Open to new ideas.