Sci-Fi Futuristic Underground Slave Trade

[Chicklet]

I would like to start a brainstorm on this topic. Please, anyone with a shred of an idea that they would like to see or like to write, comment.

What are the slave-traders getting out of this?

How are they getting their "goods"??

Who are they selling them to?

Etc, etc. Anyone with ideas about settings, characters, plotlines, anything, just suggest it!!

I would love to have this idea spark a story = )

Chicklet

 

[Chicklet]

Oh, and I like pirates...

There is one story on Lit about a futuristic pirate, but I don't want to rip it off...I was just mentioning = )










<And secretly boosting my thread back up to the top of the list, after I buried it with other threads...>

 

[Couture]

A future society where if you go bankrupt, you sell yourself into slavery. The term is based on your debt and what you will be willing to do.

If you say you are willing to do sex, then those inhibitions are removed. So if someone asks you to do these things, you will do them without hesitation. At the end of the term your inhibitiions are put back on. The worse part is, you experience no guilt until after your term is over.

 

[Chicklet]

What about not really knowing what you're selling yourself into? What if no one really talks about it, it happens on other planets, etc etc, and the main character has just agreed to do a couple terms to make up for the debt they owe in backtaxes or something. He/she signs the contract, is shipped off to a world she/he's never visited before, and sold on an auction block in front of an audience to the highest bidder. There are limits, things that the buyers can not do to the slaves, but basically anything goes.















<back up to the top, my precious...>

 

[penguindance]

 

[MrFrost]

maybe i can help i am good with this kind of stuff...

Here is a setting
In the future human beings from earth are sold as slaves to other human beings from other planets ( well just say the people from other planets are humans but you could change that if you want ) The reason this is done is because we are so far behind in sience and what have you that when the world ended we couldent build a spaceships to save our own hides so another race of people from another planet made afew for us and saved our butts but now we have to surve them and others as saves untill our debt is paid ( witch will take meny lifetimes )

What are the slave-traders getting out of this?
Money and free labor

How are they getting their "goods"??
spaceship

Who are they selling them to?
anyone who has the cash

 

[Chicklet]

maybe i can help i am good with this kind of stuff...
How are they getting their "goods"??
spaceship

I mean, like, are they abducting them ? Are the "slaves" volunteers? How do they get sent by spaceship...are they bound, caged, allowed to roam free...

I know you like sci-fi, Frost, Help me out! = ) (doing a good job of it so far, thank you!)

 

[Tatewaki]

Curses Woman! Stop Starting Interesting Threads!

Here I am, trying to finish up my piles of incomplete stories, and what do you do? Spring an idea on me that I've been ruminating over for some time!

She's pretty fully developed and ready to go. Want to discuss it? PM me.

Working Title : A Marionette Without Strings.

Toodles!

-T

I would like to start a brainstorm on this topic. Please, anyone with a shred of an idea that they would like to see or like to write, comment.

What are the slave-traders getting out of this?

How are they getting their "goods"??

Who are they selling them to?

Etc, etc. Anyone with ideas about settings, characters, plotlines, anything, just suggest it!!

I would love to have this idea spark a story = )

Chicklet

 

[Bob Waters]

Love the thought!

Mars Needs Women!


Seriously, how about a twist on the old west? Planet in the early stages of settlement by some future uber-corporation. Sends big strong men to do the heavy work - possibly mining or teraforming. Need for women to help the workers blow off steam - company whores. New growth industry for the seedy sort.


Girl can't pay her debts and is sold into slavery

Girl kidnapped to fill a 'type' - redhead, blond, asian, african etc.

Daughter of corporate rival kidnapped and sold off either for barganing chip or revenge.

Girl answers job ad, poor but pretty, possibly 3rd world nation looking for a better life and gets sold off.

Motivation for the slavers is profit.

Would work in a cyber-punk environment - think Blade Runner.

I've been knocking around a SF themed story myself - along the lines of 18th/19th Century European sailors meet Polynasian Natives only with star ship crewmen and colonists who need genetic diversity to help prevent inbreeding. When a ship arrives, the crew get a "welcome orgy".

I've written and scrapped it twice, can't seem to get it the way I want it.

 

[Amfig]

Pirate stories

Oh, and I like pirates...

There is one story on Lit about a futuristic pirate, but I don't want to rip it off...I was just mentioning =


Before messing with pirates, spend a little time here:

http://www.boat-links.com/boatlink.html

Us sailors are particular about stuff like where the hell leeward is, and know it is pronounced "loo'rd" no matter how you spell it.

 

[Guest]

What are the slave-traders getting out of this?

Money (think pimps), sex (think rape), posessions (think barter)...

How are they getting their "goods"??

They "kidnap" runaway teens, troubled young adults.

Who are they selling them to?

Perverts.

 

[Chicklet]

Seriously, how about a twist on the old west? Planet in the early stages of settlement by some future uber-corporation. Sends big strong men to do the heavy work - possibly mining or teraforming. Need for women to help the workers blow off steam - company whores. New growth industry for the seedy sort.

OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT!


Off right now to write it

 

[Guest]

OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT!


Off right now to write it

I can't wait to see what you make of it.

 

[MsLinnet]

Space

Space the final frontier this is the voyage of the sex ship Liberty it vagabond crew of pirates and whores make there way across countless systems trying to find a place to call home.
Its just an Idea

Love Linnet

 

[Guest]

 

[MsLinnet]

So this is how you keep your average up
But I do like Chicklets idea and you asked the questions that need to be resolved within the story

Love Linnet

 

[MrFrost]

ohh im looking forward to it aswell ! make sure to tell us when you finish it

 

[Chicklet]

My Writers Block

Okay, so I started to write this story, and I ended up making it more of a western than a Sci-Fi, which is NOT what I wanted.

Anyone have more aspects that I can use for the Sci-Fi story? Give me anything - sciences, machines, foods, languages, etc etc ANYTHING "futuristic" that pops into your head, post it here!

(no more squabbling, Linnet, please?)

 

[MrFrost]

a space station...

 

[Chicklet]

A Space Station

What kind of space station? What does it look like? Who runs it? What is its purpose? Where in space is it (near the earth, near the planet, near the moon, near nothing we have heard of?) Who funds it? Why was it built?

 

[Bob Waters]

Space station in low orbit around a gas giant planet. run by GIMBAD Corp (gee I'm bad - sorry). It's purpose is to mine out hydrogen from the atmosphere of the gas giant for use as either

1) fuel for space craft

2) raw material for synthsis of various products through molecular re-alignment. Hydrogen is a building block atom.


Atmosphere on the station is similar to an off shore rig. Dirty, grungy, lots of men who work hard in a dangerous job. Everpresent danger of the orbit degrading causing the station to dip too deep into the Giant's atmposphere and implode from the pressure. Add to that GIMBAD is in this to make $$. They're pretty scanty on safety - no OSHA up here.

Pay is good but the guys have no place to spend it. Enter the slavers. They pay GIMBAD for a spot on the station and set up a bordello. The girls are either duped or outright kidnapped into doing this, the slavers make the $ and the girls have to deal with the gas miners.

 

[Chicklet]

Feedback, please

Chloe Weathers looked the file over, skimming the pages of information about the space station. The station had been up and running for six years now, and word of illegal activities on board had only reached the Peacekeepers two months ago. Reportedly, the station had set up an illegal bordello and was paying to have women shipped there to entertain the workers. Prostitution was legal, outside of the planet, and most space stations had equipped themselves with such amusements for the workers. However, it was illegal to take a woman against her will and place her in one of those houses without a contract. Reportedly, this was what was going on here.
JANItech had always been cutting corners. The Peacekeepers board had had many problems with their space stations in the past. Unsafe equipment had repeatedly killed workers. Some had been forced to sign longer contracts after threats on their well being, and many other violations of the Work Codes had been reported. Chloe thought that it would be right up their alley to forget hiring expensive prostitutes and forcing girls into the jobs instead.
Sighing, Chloe pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and glanced across the desk to the General.
“You want me to go in, make sure these rumors are true?” She asked.
He nodded. “We need to make sure before we send in any units. I don’t want this to become a big media event…if anyone found out that we hadn’t noticed this by now, there might be panic. People want to think that we are omnipotent, but we aren’t. We’ve heard that these people are buying girls from all different sources. Earth has reported six hundred women missing in the last year, all from the same areas, all with similar events surrounding their disappearances.”
“The modeling ads, right?” Chloe asked, pulling out one of the papers from the file. “The girls go to meet with an agent, and never come back.”
“Right,” the man nodded. “They think that they are headed for the job of a lifetime but instead end up in a whore house on a space station orbiting Mars.”
“What kind of precautions are you taking?” Chloe asked. “I’m not going into this without some safety net.”
“We have stationed ten of our own men on the station. A few of them have been selected for janitorial service, but most of them are on the planet most of the month, mining. They will be in constant contact with us, and hopefully be able to keep an eye on you. But this station hasn’t had any other complaints. To all outside eyes, it is running legally and smoothly. The only way we’ll know what’s going on is if in fact you are recruited against your will and end up in their brothel.
Chloe shuddered. There were so many risks involved with this job. But she would do it, if it would save one innocent woman from that fate, she would do it.
The glass of water looked especially appealing, and Chloe took a deep drink. She shut her eyes and took another deep breath before making her decision.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Thank you, Miss Weathers.” The man seemed to release his breath, his body relaxing visibly. “We have a plan on how to get you onto the ship.”
Chloe took the offered papers as the General slid them across the desk.
“As you can see, we have highlighted the ads which we think the missing girls replied to. We want you to call the numbers and make appointments. Let us know which places you call and which you are going to. Call us after each one that doesn’t…work out, alright?”

 

[Tatewaki]

Re: Feedback, please

Chloe Weathers looked the file over, skimming the pages of information about the space station. The station had been up and running for six years now, and word of illegal activities on board had only reached the Peacekeepers two months ago. Reportedly, the station had set up an illegal bordello and was paying to have women shipped there to entertain the workers. Prostitution was legal, outside of the planet, and most space stations had equipped themselves with such amusements for the workers. However, it was illegal to take a woman against her will and place her in one of those houses without a contract. Reportedly, this was what was going on here.
JANItech had always been cutting corners. The Peacekeepers board had had many problems with their space stations in the past. Unsafe equipment had repeatedly killed workers. Some had been forced to sign longer contracts after threats on their well being, and many other violations of the Work Codes had been reported. Chloe thought that it would be right up their alley to forget hiring expensive prostitutes and forcing girls into the jobs instead.
Sighing, Chloe pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and glanced across the desk to the General.
“You want me to go in, make sure these rumors are true?” She asked.
He nodded. “We need to make sure before we send in any units. I don’t want this to become a big media event…if anyone found out that we hadn’t noticed this by now, there might be panic. People want to think that we are omnipotent, but we aren’t. We’ve heard that these people are buying girls from all different sources. Earth has reported six hundred women missing in the last year, all from the same areas, all with similar events surrounding their disappearances.”
“The modeling ads, right?” Chloe asked, pulling out one of the papers from the file. “The girls go to meet with an agent, and never come back.”
“Right,” the man nodded. “They think that they are headed for the job of a lifetime but instead end up in a whore house on a space station orbiting Mars.”
“What kind of precautions are you taking?” Chloe asked. “I’m not going into this without some safety net.”
“We have stationed ten of our own men on the station. A few of them have been selected for janitorial service, but most of them are on the planet most of the month, mining. They will be in constant contact with us, and hopefully be able to keep an eye on you. But this station hasn’t had any other complaints. To all outside eyes, it is running legally and smoothly. The only way we’ll know what’s going on is if in fact you are recruited against your will and end up in their brothel.
Chloe shuddered. There were so many risks involved with this job. But she would do it, if it would save one innocent woman from that fate, she would do it.
The glass of water looked especially appealing, and Chloe took a deep drink. She shut her eyes and took another deep breath before making her decision.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Thank you, Miss Weathers.” The man seemed to release his breath, his body relaxing visibly. “We have a plan on how to get you onto the ship.”
Chloe took the offered papers as the General slid them across the desk.
“As you can see, we have highlighted the ads which we think the missing girls replied to. We want you to call the numbers and make appointments. Let us know which places you call and which you are going to. Call us after each one that doesn’t…work out, alright?”

Interesting premise! a couple of things bother me, though:

1- Why begin at the beginning? That whole section only serves as an information dump. It doesn't help to describe or characterize Chloe or the General. Hell, 'General' could be just a nickname; I assume it is a military rank of the Peacekeepers. As a start to a story it drags. You could have her coming to the station/ship and being processed like a piece of walking meat, and then have her ruminate on her meeting with the General in expository or flashback. That way the story moves, and the details get filled in. "Talking Head" scenes rarely work.

2- The numbers seem low. 600 missing women worldwide seems too paltry for a galactic peacekeeping force to take notice. To give you some perspective, police in Vancouver's East End received many complaints of prostitutes vanishing from the Hastings and Main area since 1983. 19 years later they finally start investigating rumours of the girls being mulched into pig slops and spread over a Port Coquitlam pig farm. Imagine how much more jaded the administration of an entire -- probably overpopulated -- earth must be. Unless the women were famous, rich or influential, I can't see them caring. That could be an interesting twist and a way to raise the stakes: General's daughter was one of the 600. This way he becomes more than just a spear carrier, and him putting heat on her to accept this mission makes sense. You could also add some wheelin-dealing on her part, too. (Promotion, etc.) Duty is cool, but a strong motivation always is better especially if the POV is to be sympathetic. Maybe she was a former rape victim, or someone she is close to died in an illegal brothel? Give her a personal stake in getting involved.

I include some stats on Filipino prostitutes so you can get some idea of the numbers involved in prostitution:

Stats and Info

That's it for bitchin'. I found the topic fascinating. It immediately drew me in, wanting to know what was going to happen. You’re onto a winner here, Chick. I can't wait to see what you do with it!

Warmest,

-T

 

[Chicklet]

Thanks Tate! I can always count on you for helpful feedback! This is why I wanted to post it in such early production <only one page> before I dug myself in deeper = )

Chicklet

 

[Chicklet]

Okay, so I've edited that part to put a little more info. It's about 3 pages long, the conversation where she agrees to go, and then her interview with the "agency." I'm going to keep that part, but put it in later in the story. (just a little FYI)

So next I'm putting Chloe on the space station, already in the brothel. This is going to be the begining of the story. I'm thinking that she's there, whimpering while some guy fucks her brains out. I'm not really sure yet, haven't started writing it, actually, but I'll keep ya posted, people!

Chicklet