*I am 18 and all characters involved must be 18 *

Also, I am only interested in playing this out with someone who was Assigned Female At Birth. No judgment, but that is one of my few limits. Ok, I'm going to try my hand at a new idea I've been working on and see if anyone might be interested.

[TLDR: Explorer in the Star Trek universe gets stranded on a free use snuff world]

<<Mission Log, Stardate: 57621.9. Survey Agent Alexander Cavendish the Third reporting>>.

Well it seems the cosmos has me gently fucked over with a fully charged mining plasma beam! It’s been three weeks since my one man exploration craft,The Erikson, was first pulled into the wormhole that dumped me out here in Cochrane-only-knows-where. The ship’s stellar cartography systems gave me results that were complete gibberish. That means either some part of the equipment is fubar’ed or I’m beyond the observable limits of the universe, if not in another universe entirely. I’ve so far been unable to cause the wormhole to open up again, my ship’s stores of consumables are running low, and there’s no sign of a rescue from the Federation side of the wormhole. I’ve detected a habitable planet in a nearby system with a native civilization roughly equivalent to early 21st century Earth. The inhabitants are humanoid and with a little help from the ship’s holodoc for some minor cosmetic surgery, I should be able to pass for a native without much problem. I’m leaving a marker buoy with all the ship's logs in case anyone else finds their way through. The planet is also close enough that I should be able to send updates to it through subspace connection. Well, Wish me luck.

<End Log>

<<Mission Log, Stardate 57624.3 Survey Agent Alexander Cavendish the Third reporting>>.

Well where the hell should I start? I landed my craft on the planet’s moon to establish a base of operations beyond their ability to detect, and, after a bit of studying of their culture through their broadcast communications media and by tapping into their global digital communication network systems, I felt confident enough to beam down to the planet’s surface and to start blending in with the natives in my quest to gather supplies to restock the ship. Praise be to the Great Bird of the Galaxy for those recent upgrades we had done on the transporters. They extended the range enough to reach all the way to the planet from their moon’s surface. I was mostly right about my assessment on the cultural parallels to early 21st century Earth with this planet, which the natives call “Dolcett”. But there are two major differences. First the population is over 99.9% female and they are all very attractive adults in their prime. What’s more, the females are all very eager to please and serve any males to some VERY extreme degrees, even to the point of sacrificing their own existences purely for the joy of providing such a service. Also, well Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, or even in the same universe as Kansas!!! Some of the things that these natives can do with their bodies just aren’t possible back home, and it seems I’m now capable of doing a few of them myself. I don’t want to go into too many details now, not until I’ve had a chance to do more research into this. But in the meantime, well.... ...I’m no expert in the field of anthropology by any means, but I have taken a couple of courses in my day, and I’ve used a few anthropological studies contained in the Erikson’s computer libraries as a template to begin to craft one of my own on the Dolcettian culture, which you will find attached here. I will endeavor to keep it updated for as long as I remain marooned here, though if this ever gets published in Federation academia, I’m fairly certain it will be done posthumously! Be warned though before you read it, their culture and practices may offend many Federation sensibilities. I must admit it took me a while to even begin to adapt to it as well. I don’t know if I ever truly will. I know if anyone from home ever gets a chance to read this, it will be all too easy to pass judgment on me for my own actions and indulging so fully in their culture, but I must remind such a reader that even if I'm not in Starfleet, as a sponsored explorer commissioned for my original mission for the Federation, I've sworn to abide by the Prime Directive until my mission is complete, and so I did what I had to do to blend in with their society and not arouse suspicion. Well I set out to travel the stars, to explore strange new worlds, seeking out new life... yadda yadda,.. Well, I guess I got my wish.

<End Log>

Basically I was looking for a plot excuse to roleplay in a free use Dolcettish style world with some voreish and other bizarre fetish possibilities where the women are all eager to offer themselves for any nasty and fatal erotic service imaginable, and to do so from the perspective of an outside explorer not used to being able to indulge in such activities. So I came up with the idea of being a visitor from another reality stranded here, and figured I’d go with the Star Trek Prime Directive as an excuse for why I would feel morally justified, even obligated in going native to blend in there. I took the name “Dolcett” for the world but I’d like to imagine that gynophagia would be only a very small section of all the ways the women would be thrilled to surrender themselves.

I have a few ideas on how such a world could have been run but it would have taken way too long to go into here. I’d be playing an independent explorer from Federation space in the Star Trek Universe who becomes stranded and has to try to go native on this planet of beautiful and eager snuffbunnies and you’d play the various no limits women who would be eager to offer themselves to me for nasty final uses.

If anything about this prompt appeals to you please drop me a DM or chat. I prefer to play this on Discord as I feel it offers the best tools for organizing a good RP. Hope to hear from you soon.