The Duchess, and she want you to participate in her games

You were sat in your cage in a medative state for a few hours by your best estimate. With no means of keeping track of time you had no way to be sure, and wherever the cage had been taken it was too dark to make out anything around you that might have told you. The area was warm and there was an incredibly dim red light that washed into the room.

Thankfully you meditation had allowed you to calm yourself, and take stock of what you had, which was very little. The men that had captured you, or possibly the people who sold you had done a thorough check of your person. Stripping you of your possessions, including the few keepsakes of the only parts of home you wished to remember.

They had even found the two pills you had hidden as false tooth, the birth control one was admittedly annoying to have lost. The detox pill on the other hand was something you might have used to help escape, to help you overcome any substances they might have used to pacify you.

Now you only had your wits, skills and your looks left now, so you’d have to play along until an opportunity presented itself to you. You were still better off than most in your position, but you’d never had to get out of anything like this before.

Suddenly the entire room your cage was in began to rumble, and lights began to illuminate your surroundings. You quickly look around, and see various crates and large containers, some sort of warehouse you wonder. Your eyes are then drawn to some straps along the walls some attached to the containers, and you realized that you were in a ship. The rumbling still persisting must be the engines coming to life, and preparing to leave.

You hear the sound of a single set of footsteps on metal from the direction behind you, and you turn to see who was approaching. You see a woman dressed in an elegant black dress slowly saunter towards your cage, flanked by two floating guard drones. The drones scan you as they near and their weapons track your movements as you pace up and down the cage.

“Well aren’t you a fine catch,” The elegant woman says walking up to your cage and peering in at you with some cold grey eyes. Her shoulder length black hair was swept neatly behind her, with a golden hair pin on her right side. You make a mental note of the valuable, the opportunistic theif nature never resting.

“By all means, let me out and I’ll demonstrate how fine a purchase you’ve made,” You reply not looking the woman in the eye.

She lets out a laugh that makes you want to shiver. “Oh I’m certain, but I’d save that energy and spirit for now, you’ll want it when we arrive.” The woman replies a smile.

“Where might that be,” You reply.

“Oh just my personal resort station,” The woman replies.

“Your own station? Just who are you?” You find yourself asking, unable to hold back your surprise. Normally any kind of space station would be an extremely pricey thing, well beyond the price range of even the richest of many worlds.

“Oh yes, my home among the stars, and your’s too now,” The woman replies with a wry smile. “As for your other question, I am known as The Duchess, but you will call me mistress,” The Duchess replies with a smile.

“Like hell I’m calling you that,” You reply staring the woman in the eye.

“Perhaps not today, but trust me you will eventually,” The woman replies meeting your gaze.

Her cold grey eye making you feel uneasy, hell everything about her felt ever so slightly wrong. Perhaps it was her looks or the way she carried herself despite the youthful age she looked. She looked incredibly attractive, with a very nice body and elegant yet sexy dress, but something about her just felt wrong. You coulnd’t put your finger on it, like something that was obvious yet hidden.

The two of you stared at each other, until finally your lost your nerve and looked away from her.

“Well I’ve enjoyed this exchange, and I look forward to the next meeting, but I’m a busy woman, and I need you rested and ready for the games when we arrive,” The Duchess was turning to one of the drones and nodding at it.

“Wait, what games?” You ask as the drone slowly hovers over to your cage.

“What games mistress,” The duchess corrects with a smile. The drone reaching your cage and a panel slides open revealing a nozzle, and a clear blue gas jets forward and washes over you, causing you to cough and sputter.

“Rest now my dear, pass your first game, then I will answer some more of your questions,” The duchess says as she watches you. The gas making you feel incredibly drowsy, until you stumble to your knees and pass out.