Desert Nightmare: Alescia

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What happened? you ask yourself. The crash. You remember now. Your ship, the Starhound, darting through the atmosphere of a desert planet, craslanded between the dunes in the middle of nowhere.

Yes. Alescia. That is what they call it.

It's a remote planet at the fringes, home to some mining corporations, some gangsters, and just some folks who are down on luck and have nowhere else to go. But it is also an unforgiving planet. Where slavery is legal and widely accepted by the masses. Those who fail to provide for themselves subjected to a lifetime of servitude.

It is a cruel fate. In fact, it is one of your greatest fears to end up among the slaves. But it works. And those who choose this life are cared for, even cherished, by their captors. The task to serve their owner the only thing left for them.

You try to remember on what purpose you decided to visit. Or what caused you to crash. However your mind offers blank every time you try to access these memories. In fact, you don't even know who you are, you realize now. Everything you achieved prior to this moment cast into the well of a blackhole, drifting and whirling in a subatomic storm.

You look down in the captain's chair, and you can see your breasts, fastened together by your flight suit. Your thin arms, legs and your busty frame surrounding them. Good. Something tells you that you are still in the body you are meant to.

You look over the screens surrounding you. But none of them show you anything. You push some buttons on the console in front of you, in the hope that the systems come alive perhaps. However nothing is your answer. This is bad. Even if the reactor is fried, the backup battery should still be able to power the systems. And if the case is that both of them are dead, you are not going anywhere.

Unsure of what might had happened, you open up the hatch to the maintenance corridor, and you climb down to the bottom level. You take a look at the reactor, and you indeed determine that it's not working. For the backup battery, it is harder, it being one giant slob of metal. It should still hold the power that is stored in it. Except that it's not there. Taken out either by you prior the landing or by someone else afterwards.

Now you wouldn't sell it. You are about a hundred percent on that. But who would take it? And how? On this matter you are entirely clueless.

You hear the wind howling, and you can feel the air getting warmer around you. Out of a mere hunch, you go towards the starboard portion of the lower level, just next to the engine room, and a shiver runs through your spine as you realize there is a giant hole in the wall, the vastness of the desert beckoning to you.

But it is not just the vastness.

In the distance you can see a black woman, dressed neck to toe in a black catsuit, made of latex or something similar. You check if your gun is still in its holster, it is, then you head out. The woman standing there motionless until you speak to her.

"Who the hell are you?" you ask.

The woman frowns, but she reluctantly answers.

"I am a self reliant resident of Alescia. Which you are not," she says.

"Excuse me?" you ask. "You were the one who stole my battery, didn't you?"

"And I gotten paid handsomely," she answers. "I also took what food you had left and most of your clean water."

As a response, you want to punch her. But something tells you it is not a good idea. At least not until you know more.

"Why didn't you put a collar on my neck while you were at it?" you ask.

"Why would I?" she frowns. "If you are unwilling, it could take months for me to break you. Stuck with an empty mouth to feed with no tangible return. So no, darling, for now, the battery and your consumables was all that I wanted here."

"For now?" you ask.

"Look around, sweetheart," she says, and you indeed look around, seeing the vastness of the desert from all directions. "Couple more days, and you will be begging for me to take you in as my own pet. Months worth of work done just with a couple of realizations. Of course, you could choose to serve me now, and save us all the trouble," she adds, then she places one of her feet forward. "But if you choose to wait a few days, I will not hold it against you."