Drazu Supremacy
Copyright© 2024 by Slutsinger
Submitting the Application
Science Fiction Sex Story: Submitting the Application - Once Talthania stung the Drazu Supremacy, the end was inevitable. The Drazu would claim Talthania, slake their lust, and take their fill of slaves. Team Osman faces their ultimate challenge in VR Gaming in this GameLit story. Their goal is not to prop up the Talthanian resistance or somehow to avoid the inevitable. Rather, how far will they degrade themselves, what will they endure to get that coveted challenge pendant and bring Talthinia into the supremacy?
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Gay BiSexual GameLit War Science Fiction Space DomSub Humiliation Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Voyeurism Water Sports Slow
This story is a celebration of the darkness within. It is my hope that you will join me in rejecting your own fear and shame and embracing the taboo fantasies that you find, no matter how “wrong” they seem. Together, let us accept those fantasies as a legitimate part of our vulnerable, open, and authentic exploration of love and intimacy. Let us accept ourselves and find joy in our journey to do so.
“Drazu” is a science fiction setting for exploring these themes. In this universe, the desire to dominate is given free rein. The slavers win. No one can hope to stand in their way. Almost every imaginable humiliation and degradation is heaped on the slaves. Yet this is also a story of the beauty of surrender and submission.
Like all fantasies, “Drazu” is unrealistic. In this universe, people are able to miraculously find submission and surrender even while facing chattel slavery. We know that in the real world, the journey to process violation and trauma is long and difficult. Freeing ourselves from that realism gives us license to dive into our dominant impulses unfettered by civility.
Much of the deep surrender you see in this story is possible and celebrated around you in the real world today. This part of the story is informed by my experience in the master/slave community: the community of people who explore consensual surrender, power exchange, and authority transfer. Surrender in the real world takes constant communication and dedication to learning about one another as well as relationship in general. Masters are very sensitive to consent and boundaries: without that they would hurt the people closest to them.
The horror and darkness in the Drazu universe is motivated in part by my first reading of Catullus 62. In that marriage poem, the maidens decry their cruel lot to be torn from the safety of their mothers’ homes and to be given to the burning youth. The men on the other hand celebrate the rape and ravishment they will find as Roman warriors. When I first read that poem in high school Latin class, I was struck by the alien attitudes. I could not even begin to parse how much of the author’s reaction was sarcasm. The idea that the atrocities of war could be celebrated and venerated was so horrible that it stuck with me deep enough that, as a fantasy, it eventually gave birth to desire.
As a sex educator and leatherman, sharing this fantasy is vulnerable. What if people question my dedication to consent and intersectional feminism? Yet as a sex educator, one of my primary duties is to help us fight shame and guilt, finding our authentic path. So I have taken an opportunity to vulnerably share the kind of fantasy we feel like we ought not be permitted. And I say that we are permitted these fantasies. They no more define us than our enjoyment of fictional violence means we are ready to lash out at the next person who annoys us.
So join me on this celebration of horror and impossible redemption. Together, let us shine light on our own shadows and find joy in who we are along the way.
“So we’re good? We’re really going to do this?” Osman asked.
Osman made eye contact with everyone around the table. First he looked into the large round eyes of his lover, Jing. Jing’s full lips smiled back at him. That wasn’t a surprise: the two of them had been in from the beginning.
Next was Karmen. She joined virtually. Osman thought that was a real shame: most of her full figure was out of view. Her gaze shifted. Osman could tell that this was hard for her. “You are all going to have to help me out,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this—not at all.”
Fuck, Osman thought. “Never played an adult game at all?” he asked. If he had known he never would have asked her.
“No, silly,” she said. “You first met me in that flophouse on Xanadu Station in Starlord Marines. I’ve just never ... you know...”
Zara shook her head and glared down at the projection of the shorter woman. “Actually, we don’t just know, whatever that means.” She pulled back her broad shoulders. “I think you better spell it all out for us, because if Osman submits that application, we are all going to be depending on each other. We need to know what we’re in for.”
“Fucked,” she said, “I’ve never fucked or done anything like that in game.”
Osman couldn’t believe it. With her voluptuous figure, she had to have plenty of opportunities if she wanted them. That might be part of the problem: she probably got tired of saying ‘no’ in the real world. Although given some of her avatars, she must deal with that in the games as well. “I am really sorry,” he said. “I never would have tried to rope you into this if I had known.”
Now Karmen was the one glaring. “Osman Gulsen, after all the years we have been gaming together, do you think for one moment I would be here if I didn’t want to be?”
“I don’t get it,” said Ash, the final member of the party. “I am still not sure I’m in, but signing up for something like this if you aren’t into that side of gaming makes no sense at all.”
“There is no way”—Karmen pounded the table for emphasis—”I am going to let you go off on the biggest challenge of VR gaming without me! After all we have done together, how could you think that?”
Osman should have predicted that Karmen and Ash would get into it again. The running joke was that Ash must be a redhead given her temper. Of course no one had ever seen her natural hair color. This month, it was blue with streaks of silver. As for Karmen ... she had an artist’s fire. Yet there’s no group that Osman would rather have at his side.
Ash glared back at Karmen. “You have no idea what Drazu Challenge will do to you. The stories—”
“Not like you know either,” Karmen interrupted. “Yes, the stories ... there are stories of practically everything. But no one on the challenge side has said anything about what actually happens. They just talk about how intense it is.”
“We know there’s sex,” Ash said. “Lots of sex. We know that if you can’t keep up, we all lose our once-in-a-lifetime chance to face the Drazu Challenge.”
Osman winced. That was the worst thing Ash could have said to Karmen. She was tossing her head now. Osman could picture the mass of long, black hair swinging across her back as her breasts began to heave. He could only see her head through the projection, but he knew that toss of her head meant she was working up a real head of steam.
“How dare you insinuate I cannot keep up with the rest of you! Who was it who took up the slack when you had those competitions, Ash? Who put in the extra time when our guild ended up in a war while Zara was taking her quals last year? It was me! I’ve always done what it takes.”
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