Raquel Gardener, for most of her 20-year-old life, had been spent thinking she was never good enough. She never looked good enough, or acted right, and she never contributed anything to society.
At least, not this society.
When she was here, at her home, she was a normal old Raquel Gardner, but by the time she went into her lab in her basement, she became Rocket Garde, Inter-Dimensional Liberator.
She had developed inter-dimensional technology just a few years ago, but she's already made a name for herself, throughout at least 30 alternate dimensions, solved over 200 conflicts, and had been responsible for the deaths of over 5 billion life forms across her journeys. She responded to calls from alternate-dimension opressed beings, then warped there to help them and liberate them.
Today's mission hit a little closer to home than she wanted.
It all started 4 weeks ago. She had been getting strange readings from a parallel dimension, currently labeled Q-4319 for convenience, which never came in quite as clear as other transmissions had. She was tampering with her settings on her receiver, hoping to get some clearance on the signal, when she stumbled onto a frequency that let the audio come in, very fuzzy, but still distinguishable. A very quiet, high pitched female's voice came in through the speaker.
"Hello? Anyone? You need to help me! You need to help all of us! They don't treat women right here. They don't get treated like humans. They use us as slaves here! I can't take it anymore. We need help, or else, we won't survive another year!"
And the audio cut out there, and looped back to the beginning.
Back to the present, Raquel was preparing to go on this treacherous journey. She had to make sure she his her identity from everyone. If this dimension was anything like the transmission said, she would be in deep shit if she let people know she was a female. She couldn't take any chances.
Once she fully disguised herself as best to her abilities, Raquel queued up the dimensional portal, and began the journey through space and time. It always felt odd, even after 30 dimensional hops. It felt like every miniscule speck was yanked apart from each other, sent through the dimensional deadair (the space between dimensions) in a fine steam, then perfectly reassembled as they were before.
Knowing what she did, she set the portal to deposit her directly into a hidden alleyway, so she could get her bearings and create a plan of attack. As prepared as she could get, Raquel stepped through the portal, into the dimension she had to save.
~Dimension Q-4319~
As soon as Raquel stepped out of the portal, she was no longer Raquel. She was Rocket. Rocket Garde. And she was going to save this dimension.
The portal deposited her in her desired alley, which should have aimed her into a quiet street with few people out and about.
What she saw of the few people on the street literally made her throw up.
Rocket saw a couple of sparce men, each toting around some sort of female. Some of them were in normal clothes, others were as skimpy as all get out, and some were literally naked. Some people were on chains, others just seemed to know that they had to follow. There were females of all kinds and races, following around any type of man. The one thing they all had in common: all of them were extremely over objectified. All of them had huge breasts and asses, with pencil thin waists, and huge heads of hair, constantly smothered in makeup that never seemed to wipe off.
As if she needed more confirmation of this society's backwards views, she got one. Two guys crossed each others paths, and each of them eyes the other's slave. They silently nodded, and whispered something to their respective girls. When they stepped backwards from them, the two girls launched each other, furiously making out, rubbing down each other, and fingering each other. The guys just sat down, unzipped their pants, and began to masturbate then and there.
Once Rocket had fully emptied her stomach out of disgust, she stood up, took a swig of water, and began with her mission. But where to start?