Jazlyn Hanson, 19-year-old second daughter from a small family shipping line with a secret sex fantasy

You are Jazlyn Hanson and go by Jazzy. You have lived your entire 19 years on your families freighter with your grandparents, parents, an aunt and uncle, one brother, an older and younger sister, and three male cousins. Given you have only been around members of your own family, you're still a virgin. Despite this, you are far from the innocent little girl, having made a detailed exploration of the ships porn library and taking a particular interest in the videos involving female subjugation and degradation, including bondage, slavery and ****, often fantasising about being the girl in the video. While the idea of being sexually used by men excited you. You're in no way some weak will submissive, rather an extremally strong will assertive female who wants to be sexually and physically dominated by one or more males who are strong enough to overpower you and **** your compliance. You are also rather protective of your older sister despite being three years older due to her timid nature. And while your younger sister of 16 years is not so timid, she is rather innocent being a nerd; you aren't even sure she has any interest in boys and sex, so you are still protective of her too.

You're returning from delivering relief supplies under a quarter billion credit contract to a corporate station situated in a spectacular nebula after it was critically damaged in a terrorist attack. Given the attack had damaged the station's limited industry, you are only carrying enough relative low-value trade goods to fill a single one of your 308 cargo bays, each able to hold 850 000 cubic metres of cargo. This amounts to a mear hundred thousand credits worth of cargo compared to your average cargo value of a hundred million credits. Having only completed 3 of the 7-day journey to the closest trade outpost to the station. You are sitting in the lounge off the bridge with your family while the autopilot flies the ship.

Suddenly an alarm sounds quickly followed by the computer saying, "Alert, Missiles Incoming, Estimated time to impact 90 seconds." Causing your father and grandfather to jump to their feet, racing onto the bridge and bringing up the tactical display.

"It's a small frigate, only 800 metres long. So they won't have enough weapons to disable us before we reach the trade outpost. However, I believe they want to take out our weapon mounts on the aft starboard hull. So they probably plan to board us," your father finishes in a hurry as the deck shudders from the missile impact.

"Quickly, girl's it has to be pirates; we need to hide in the concealed bunker near medbay; the sensor damping should hide our life signs," your mother says, panicked as she hustles your sisters out of the lounge, followed by your grandmother and aunt.