Anonymous post to the Galactic AITA
I’m the captain of a small trading ship, and I have a problem.
I have a ridiculously high sex drive thanks to that damn parasite from Verda, and I can’t afford surgery to remove it. I tried to control it, but I nearly destroyed my crew a dozen times before I found something that worked: A sex slave.
I buy a slave from people who are going to work her to death, give her good quarters, good food, and a percentage of each trading run. All I expect is that she be available for sex, mostly with me, sometimes with the crew. A lot.
I’ve had 3 so far. Two saved enough to buy themselves free and got a nice set up on the world of their choice. The third kept trying to escape so I ditched her at our next planetfall with the clothes on her back. We’re on our way to a so-called ‘Personnel Processing Platform’ to buy the next one.
Am I the Asshole?
Content warning: This is essentially a heavy non-consent/dubious consent story set in space. If you are uncomfortable with noncon, explicit sex and/or rape, or fictional slavery, this story isn’t for you. No AI
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