[F4A] A slave bodyguard and her owner's rubber clad odyssey across the badlands.
In the far future humanity has spread across the stars. A hundred million worlds house humanity. There is no central authority or some great coalition binding humanity under one faction. Oh sure alliances exist but every world is essentially it's own kingdom. And of these kingdoms one is more infamous than the others.
Slavery wasn't just common on this world it was endemic. Nearly 80% of the population is enslaved. And due to genetic tampering in the far past, 9 out of 10 individuals on the world are women. Now I could go into the complex genetics of how reproduction works, where men are socially and politically but I'm gay for women so let's just say they are doing just dandy, no you can't see them.
Now this on it's own isn't that unique. Plenty of worlds have slavery. Not many, but a few. Plenty others have done odd things to their genes. But what makes this world unique is it's culture and clothing. Slavery is considered holy, the twin gods of the world are sister deities, one is a harsh strict, but caring deep down, protector and the other is her meek submissive slave, forever chained and content in the cage her sister locked her in. And due to the culture of the planet, sex and bondage is everywhere. A good owner keeps her slaves edged, wet, and eager. High libido to us would be a low libido to them. A slave in bondage isn't just common it's expected.
Not owning a slave is seen as a sign of being either A) incredibly poor and likely to end up a slave at some point. Or B) weird. Just about every free woman owns a slave. Some may take their lovers and lock collars on their necks as a form of marriage. Others just need some employees to help run a business or farm and may even allow stipends for their slaves. Others have more slaves than they can count and put their slaves in all manner of inventive and humiliating roles. Petgirls are a classic sign of wealth as are ponygirls for instance. No farm is complete without some worker slaves. Hucow slaves are the primary source of milk. Etc etc.
Beyond just the slavery this world is known for it's incredible clothing material. Like latex in texture and look these slick, shiny, tight outfits are worn by everyone. Designs depend on rank, style, and wealth. A lowly slave may have a pair of heels, a hood, and catsuit with attached hardpoints for more bondage. Most go into 'wardrobes' that can be found on most street corners and have the material sprayed onto them into a pre-designed outfit. Though the richer have tailor made designs made for them.
The material requires months of hard labor on dust choked farms to grow and is the primary export of the planet. Farmhand slaves in heavy rubber-like suits with gasmasks toil for hours over these crops. The planet is poor in most resources, desert in most areas and water is rare. But with this material the planet has made itself incredibly rich.
But these riches are held mostly by the 1%. Inside the rich city states, family dynasties rule with legions of slave girls. The majority of the population working for these families or part of the small middle class. The lower classes barely manage, going from check to check and taking temporary slave contracts to try and stave off permanent collars.
Outside the cities prospectors wander the deserts looking for wealth and caches. Farmers make claims on land to try and make their fortune, just themselves, their family, a ponygirl, and a few laborer slaves. A few small towns exist. But in the badlands the tribes and clans hold an iron grip. Some practice slavery but more are made up of escaped slaves who believe they should be free. These tribes raid towns and shipments of goods to survive.
That's where me and you come in. I am a slave. A bodyguard to be specific. Clad in skintight latex-like armor, every curve of my body is on display. My head is hidden by a heavy helmet with an opaque visor. My cunt and ass both hold dildos to reward me when good and to remind me of my place. Unlike most slaves I'm usually free in movement. A bodyguard in a hogtie isn't a very effective one. Still I'm plenty bound, a gag is kept in my mouth constantly, attached to my helmet, my armor can be locked by my charge and posed, I have shock pads that can be deployed and my helmet can restrict my senses or flood my air supply with aphrodisiacs.
Like most bodyguards I'm tattooed with my id and my owner's id. A tracking chip is in me and I have been extensively trained and well... brainwashed. I can run faster and hit harder than most humans and can see in the dark and know the distance between me and my charge and my body has been made curvier and given a thigh gap and bigger tits, because besides being a bodyguard I'm a trophy to show off.
But I've been taught my place to serve. To put away my personality and devote myself wholly to protecting my charge.
My owners had packed me in a standard slave shipping crate and packed that onto a cargo anti-grav ship hauling several hundred tons of rare imported goods. I was to be assigned to a mistress upon my arrival.
Who are you? A minor scion of a rich dynasty? The heiress of a rich dynasty? A bastard daughter trying to make her fortune? A rare free employee of one of the family dynasties? Regardless you found yourself on the same ship, working for the family, or part of the family, that was shipping these goods. Perhaps you are in charge of delivering these goods, or are to negotiate with the city state we are flying to. Or to be married off in exchange for an alliance.
In any case things go wrong. The ship is shot down and you are stranded hundreds of miles from the safety of a city. Deep in the badlands there is no chance of waiting for rescue, you'd die of thirst long before then. And in the distance you can already hear the scrap vehicles of the badland tribes approaching. They might be friendly and offer you a lift... or more likely they are the ones who shot the ship down and will want to capture you for enslavement or ransom. Luckily it seems one of the boxes was unharmed. A box labelled "SLAVE-BG-1511"
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So, this prompt is based off the setting of lost in laminate and the planet it's set on, Torei. If you want we can say it's Torei and adapt the worldbuilding to that or we can have it be our own thing.
In any case the idea of this prompt is high plot. Two very different people having to work together to survive and get home. Smut will be present of course and my character is constantly in bondage of some form but the focus of this would be the characters. A young naive rich girl learning how to control and dominate her slave and becoming tougher and more prepared to face the world. And a bodyguard who has sacrificed much of her humanity learning how to open up and figuring out if she's just a slave or if there are still parts of her that are her. With both adapting and growing with the other and working to survive until they can get home. If you've read this far the password for the dm is Obelisk and your favorite color.
I'd very much prefer to be the sub here and would love for this to be a long term rp with detailed replies. I'm not interested in a quick five minute chat. In any case I hope to hear from someone!
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My kinks: Latex, Rules, butchsub/femmedomme, Breath play, Sensory Deprivation/Control, fetish outfits, objectification, ponyplay, Vacuum Beds and Cubes, encasement, Spanking, Toys, Strap-ons, Oral, drones, rules, Smothering, Clamps, Orgasm Control/Denial, Body Modification, raceplay, Piercing, Breast Play, Leash & Collar, Head shaving, Body writing/Tattooing, breeding, Total encasement, Mummification, hair removal, Worldbuilding, Bodysuits, Rubber, Latex, chastity, Orgasm Control/Denial, humiliation, and loving domination.
Limits are: Underage, gore, and blood and beast. (Though given this is an rp with a bodyguard and hostile forces blood and gore from combat are ok but not as kink or something either character has happen to them beyond superficial cuts or wounds for character drama.)