*I am 18 and all characters involved must be 18 * Also, I am only interested in playing this out with someone who was Identified 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]

Exploration log Stardate: 57621.9. Test pilot Alexander Cavendish the Third reporting.

Well it seems I’m fucked. It’s been three weeks since my one man exploration craft,The Erikson, was first pulled into that wormhole and dumped me out here in Cochrane only knows where. The ship’s stellar cartography gave me results that were complete gibberish. That means either some part of the equipment is fubared 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 and my ship’s stores are running low, and there’s no sign of a rescue from the Federation side of the wormhole.I’ve detected signs of a habitable planet in a nearby system with a native humanoid civilization roughly equivalent to early 21st century Earth. The inhabitants are humanoid and with a little help with the ship’s holodoc I should be able to pass for a native without much problems. 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.

Exploration log Stardate 57624.3 Test pilot Alexander Cavendish the Third reporting.

Well where the hell should I start? I landed my craft on the planet’s moon and, after a bit of studying of their culture through their broadcast communications media and, tapping into their global communication network systems, I felt confident enough to beam down to the planet’s surface and 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’s surface from their moon’s orbit. 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 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 for the joy of providing such a service. Now, 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 studies from the Erikson’s computer libraries as a template to begin to craft a study of my own, which you will find attached here, and which I will endeavor to keep updated. Be warned though before you read it, their culture may offend many Federation sensibilities. I must admit it took me a while to adapt as well. I know if anyone from home ever gets a chance to read this, it may 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 I've sworn to abide by the Prime Directive, 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... yadda yadda,.. I guess I got my wish.

[End Introduction]

Basically I was looking for an excuse to roleplay in a free use Dolcettish world where the women are all eager to offer themselves for any nasty and fatal service imaginable from the perspective of an outside explorer. So I came up with the idea of being a visitor from another world stranded here, and figured I’d go with the Star Trek Prime Directive as an excuse for why I would feel justified in indulging in it. 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 want 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.