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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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COLORADO, USA, EARTH
settle her equipment. The SGC had finally
managed to procure
the vests and web-gear that went with the "digital
tiger-stripe" camouflage of the new USAF utility
She liked the cut of
the new designs, uniforms and gear.
The fit was
comfortable, and the placement of the pockets and pouches was a
improvement. And so far,
the new camouflage had proved
a variety of off-world settings.
Janet Fraiser rushed into the gate room, still adjusting her
cap. "Sorry," she muttered, and patted the M9 pistol
holstered on her right hip. "The armory couldn't
find my signature card. Apparently, they decided to
everything by department, and half the 'Medical' and 'Research'
smiled. "No problem. You
aren't late. Got your stuff transferred to the new gear, I
time waster," Janet sighed. "Remind me again why
going on this camping trip?"
laughed. "Because your brainstorm of forming a new SG team
specializing in bio-medical research was approved, but General
won't put you
command 'til you have more off-world time in something other
the medical support role. Remember?"
Janet had been
joking, of course. She knew full
well why she'd volunteered. "Just checking," she said,
looking to the side. She carefully suppressed
smile, then winked and nodded in the direction of the other
Sam turned her
head and quickly suppressed her own smile.
her final inspection of the three SF's who would make up her
detail. The Staff Sergeant she was currently giving the
Rasmussen, was a burly 6' 2", and looked like he could fit
the 4' 9" Lieutenant in one of his pockets.
"It was nice of you to bring Jennifer along," Janet
whispered, "before she leaves for Cal Tech."
laughed. "One last charity trip through the gate for poor,
Hailey, before she gets dragged out of the mountain, kicking and
screaming, to start her Ph.D. program. Am I that
became rather wry. "Are you kidding? If you look up
'protégé' in the dictionary you find your official
photographs, under the appropriate entries of course."
Hailey's a fine officer," Sam responded, somewhat defensively.
"Of course she
nodded at the SF's. "You can phone in obedience, but you
fake respect. They
she's good. It's obvious."
Sam felt a
thrill of pride as she watched Hailey complete her
inspection. Gone was the brilliant, but angry and
resentful, Cadet that Sam had met during a visit to the
Air Force Academy. In her place was a confident and
(albeit still maturing) young leader.
"I'm gonna miss Hailey," Janet sighed.
"She'll be back," Sam responded, then broke into a mischievous
grin. "And look on the bright side: you're about to regain
'Queen of the SGC Munchkins'."
Janet unleashed her patented "We are not amused" stare and
herself to her full, 5' 2" height. "Watch it," she
I'll bite you on the kneecap."
Sam laughed. "If you can reach it," she responded, then
Colonel," CMSgt Harriman announced from the control room.
Sam waved up
the glass windows, then turned to Hailey.
the Lieutenant responded, then smiled at Janet.
"Doctor," she said in greeting.
Janet responded. "Everybody," she added, and the
SF's smiled and offered greetings of their own.
The gate alarm
sounded and the inner ring began to turn.
Harriman made his customary announcement as each chevron locked,
the gate whooshed as the
Sam placed her
thumb on the safety of her FN-P90 submachine gun and started up
ramp. "Follow me, people," she ordered, and stepped
event horizon. The others were right behind her, and hard
their heels was a
six-wheeled, remote-controlled, ATV tractor, burdened with
Janet's carefully encased research equipment and the majority of
bivouac gear and food.
"This place is beautiful!
The briefing photos and video don't do it justice!"
Sam smiled. "Welcome to
Overhead, the sky was
dominated by a huge orb banded
with pastel clouds. It was a gas giant, and in
fact, P69-758 was one of its moons. Making the heavens
even more exotic,
one, but two suns
pair of yellow stars were in close orbit, with the gas giant
moons orbiting both. It seemed unlikely that such
arrangement could be stable, but it was. Sam had
numbers on the system's orbital mechanics herself.
The stargate was in the middle of a
clearing, about a
hundred meters across, and was surrounded by a ring of twelve
monoliths. Sharing the clearing, forming an equilateral
triangle with the stargate itself, were two circular,
platforms. Both were surrounded by waist-high walls,
by tall, semi-circular stone arches, one for each
distance between the stargate and each of the platforms was
approximately twenty meters.
Beyond the clearing was tropical jungle, rising on all sides
forested, undulating hills. Jagged mountain peaks were
beyond. SG-12, the first explorers from earth, had
P69-758 as "a slightly more tropical New
Zealand", and "a slightly more temperate Hawaii". In any
the area surrounding the stargate was a visual paradise.
"imagineers" couldn't have done a better job.
The stargate's rippling event horizon collapsed as the
connection to earth was severed.
Her eyes on the jungle tree line, Hailey gave a series of
and her SF's spread out, weapons at the ready, to begin a
sweep of the
Meanwhile, Janet walked to the ATV and snapped the hand-held
from its housing. "Should I get this thing started
camp site?" she asked.
"Let's wait 'til Hailey gives the all
Sam responded, and
strolled to the stargate's "Dial-Home-Device". Even
earlier teams had used it during earlier missions, it was
to inspect the
DHD on a new world as soon as possible upon arrival. A
DHD could mean a useless stargate and a stranded team.
never be too..." She was staring at the base of the
Janet noticed Sam's expression. "What is it?"
Sam's gaze had shifted to a nearby boulder, five meters from
DHD. "I'm not sure. There's a connection between
and this rock."
Janet returned the ATV's remote to its housing and joined Sam
Sam scuffed her boot across the grass. "It's like the
the pedestal are one piece."
"You're right," Janet agreed There was flat, unbroken
rock, just at ground level, traveling between the DHD and the
and there was no sign of a joint or crack at either end.
Sam stepped to the boulder. It was waist height, with a
top. "It looks like
made of gate-stuff," she said.
"How'd SG-12 miss this?" Janet asked.
"It would have been easy," Sam answered. "I think we're
the local dry season. From the briefing photos, when
here the grass was greener and thicker. Hmm...
this?" She had noticed a horizontal, hairline crack,
circumference of the boulder, and below it, a protruding
the bump with her thumb— "Hello!" —and jumped back.
The top of the boulder had folded back, like an opening laptop
computer, revealing a series of buttons. They were
style to the button-panels on the sloping face of the DHD, but
were smaller, and rather than being marked with star-glyphs,
embossed with unknown symbols.
In addition, the underside of the lid was covered with dozens
characters glowing against an inky black background. It
was more of the unknown writing; but in a prominent window,
recognized the seven glyphs of the gate address of earth.
"The writing looks a little like 'Ancient'," Janet said.
Sam nodded. "Where's Daniel when you need him," she
muttered under her breath, referring to Daniel Jackson, SG-1's
archeologist and expert in the Ancient language of the
gatebuilders. Sam pulled a digital camera from her vest
and took several pictures. "I've never seen anything
she told Janet. "We better dial earth and have them send
sizzling sound echoed across the clearing. It
to the discharge of a zat'ni'katel, the Goa'uld hand
weapon referred to as a "zat". Sam and Janet
looked up just in time to watch SSgt Rassmussen collapse to
perhaps thirty meters distant. More of the sizzling
reports followed, this time accompanied by bursts of earthly
gunfire. Sam had already raised her P90 and thumbed off
the safety and Janet had drawn her pistol—but they had no
"This is bad," Sam said. "Dial the gate," she ordered,
Janet rolled to the base of the DHD.
"Colonel," Hailey's voice crackled from the radio. "It's
ambush. Enemy unknown. I have two down and—"
The radio had shrieked in
then gone silent. Suddenly, all was quiet.
Sam thumbed her radio. "Hailey, report." No
"Any SF, report." Still nothing.
Janet caught Sam's eye, and Sam nodded towards the DHD
Janet rose to a crouch, and touched the first
glyph of the gate address for earth.
Suddenly, more of the sizzling snaps sounded, and this time
see beams of blue light lancing through the air. The
coming from the tree line, from their left and right and from the area behind
gate. Several beams came uncomfortably close to the DHD,
dropped back to the ground.
"Cross and enfilade
Sam said, then fired a blind burst towards their unknown
attackers. She was
by more blue
beams. "I think
those things are like zats, only more focused. We can't
Janet raised her right arm and tried to reach the second
Three beams sizzled from the jungle and crossed directly over
hand, missing it by centimeters. "Yow!" Janet squealed,
dropped prone. She grimaced and shook her hand.
things are like a zat, all right," she gasped, through
"Can you move?" Sam asked.
"My arm's a little numb," Janet answered, "but my legs still
Sam pointed towards the stone platform to their left.
better cover. I'll cover you. Stay low."
Sam fired intermittent short bursts as Janet crawled towards
archway of the platform. The doctor took cover behind a
boulder, then nodded. Sam crawled to join her as Janet
fired several rounds from her pistol.
The distance to the arch was now only about six meters, and
surrounding wall was already providing more cover than they'd
"We go together," Sam said, "quick as we can." Janet
nodded, and they made a crouching dash for the arch, side by
At least a dozen blue beams lanced from the jungle. All
missed Sam and Janet, but several hit the arch itself.
of the arch
crackled with a blue aura, and just as the pair crossed the
threshold there was a blinding white flash—
Janet were someplace else,
air! They had a quick impression of swampy terrain—and
in something soft and semi-liquid.
They floundered briefly, then managed to plant their feet and
stand. They were immersed in brown mud. Sam was up
breasts, and the
was nearly up to her neck. They coughed and spit and did
their best to wipe the clinging brown sludge from their faces
eyes. Both had swallowed more than a taste of the
"Where the hell are we?" Janet gasped.
"I don't know," Sam answered, "other than half-buried in some
"Oh, thank you,"
muttered, with good-natured sarcasm. "I'd missed that
They were indeed in a swamp. Standing water,
floating plants, and huge gray tree trunks
with buttressing roots stretched as far as they could see, which
not very far. Overhead, the canopy was a dappled ceiling
fern-like fronds and twisted, intertwined branches. Very
iridescent blue flies buzzed around their dripping heads.
Suddenly, a dragonfly darted overhead, seized one of the flies
jaws and forelegs, and buzzed away. Sam and Janet stared
other in disbelief. The dragonfly had been huge, with a wingspan of at
"I don't think we're in Kansas, anymore," Janet whispered.
"I just hope we're still on P69-758," Sam whispered back.
They heard a popping sound behind them, turned, and beheld a
platform identical to the one back at the stargate clearing;
platform was raised above the
level of the swamp by several meters. Also, its arch was a
of ozone hung in the air, and as they watched, more of the arch
collapsed in a clatter of falling stone.
"The arches are a transport system of some sort," Sam
"We went in the arch
"—and out the arch,
Janet agreed, "but where is here?"
Sam combed her hands through her mud-drenched hair, her eyes on
broken arch. "And how do we get back to the stargate—to
Hailey and the others?"
"Assuming they're still alive," Janet whispered.
A puff of white
rose from the platform ring through which Sam and Janet had
disappeared. It drifted in the breeze for several seconds,
then dissipated and was gone.
A female figure emerged from the jungle, moving in a
the dangerous grace of a trained warrior. She was wearing
loincloth and bandeau of
coarse, mottled cloth, dyed in a blend of earth
tones. Over these minimal coverings was a body-harness of
leather straps anchoring several large and small pockets and
pouches. Moccasin boots of the same finish and
color were laced on her feet. Her lithe, athletic form was
painted with stripes, blotches, and spots in several earth tone
high-cheeked, beautiful face
also painted, although the colors had been applied with greater
care and symmetry. The result was
animalistic and decorative, as well as being excellent jungle
camouflage. Her dark brown
hair was oiled, combed back, and plaited in a ponytail braid.
A long-bladed knife was strapped to her
thigh, and she was
carrying what was unmistakably a weapon. It was a dull
roughly the size and shape of an earthly assault
rifle, only more streamlined. An observer from the SGC
might have described it as the result of a mating between a zat
The female scout made a quick circuit of the area around the
raised her left hand, and made a sweeping
More female warriors, similarly dressed, equipped, armed, and
from the jungle. All had black or brown hair. Soon,
than a dozen were milling around the
clearing. Some were inspecting the ATV, several were
positions around the stargate, some were examining the platform arch, and the
were clustered around the DHD.
"The controls are damaged, War-Captain," a warrior shouted from
arch to the
DHD. "Half of the crystal array is fused."
A warrior at the DHD shouted back. "Extract the
buffer crystals. Perhaps the
Wise-Council's artisans can recover the platform address to
intruders fled." She turned and looked at the display on
underside of the still open "boulder" near the DHD. "I
recognize that star-address," she remarked.
"Nor do I, Kyna," one of the other warriors answered, then
touched the War-Captain's shoulder and pointed. More of
companions had emerged from the
jungle, carrying their defeated enemies.
The unconscious bodies of Hailey and two SF's were dangling from
their ankles bound to their wrists. Two more warriors
Rasmussen, then began dragging his limp body forward.
Soon, the four alien intruders—two large, one very large, and one small—were on the
Kyna's feet. One of the warriors unslung an HK-MP5
from her shoulder and tossed it to the War-Captain.
Kyna caught the weapon and turned it in her hands.
mused. "They're advanced in their skill with metals, yet
they produce projectile weapons powered by..." She sniffed
barrel of the weapon. "...explosive admixtures." She
the alien object to one of her companions, then gazed down at
prisoners, frowning with obvious disdain. "Men," she
"who think they can tread the soil of PelluciGor as they
Her eyes shifted to the limp, helpless form of Jennifer
"And a boy."
"The boy seemed to be leading the others," one of the warriors
"It's true, War-Captain," another confirmed. "We could see
from our positions. He gave war-code signals, and they
"Curious... to give battle command to one so young," Kyna
must be of high status." Her frown deepened. "Wait,
be?" She knelt over
Hailey, drew her knife, and slashed Hailey's bonds. She
rolled her onto her back, cut open her vest and the layers of
underneath, and jerked them apart, exposing her breasts.
The assembled warriors gasped. "A woman?" one exclaimed.
Kyna fumbled with the catch of Hailey's web belt until it
She then sliced through her belt, trousers, and panties, and
them down around her thighs. "Yes, a woman," she
"Small as a girl, but a woman, nonetheless. A woman who
leads men in war."
The warriors shook their heads in disbelief.
"Such pale skin," Kyna muttered, "and I've never seen such hair
before—like dried grass."
"What are your orders, War-Captain?"
Kyna stood, and returned her knife to its sheath. "The
weapons, and all the rest go to the Wise Council, for
examination." She pointed at Hailey. "Pris, Frey,"
said, addressing two of the waiting warriors, "that one goes to
PardaUbar. She is to be treated as a slave-of-war, at
after her interrogation." She turned to address the
"You know what to do with the men," she growled, then spun on
and returned to examining the DHD.
Several warriors lifted the poles and carried the bound and
SF's towards the stargate.
Pris and Frey
and began divesting Hailey of her equipment,
Even her watch and dog tags were removed. When
was completely nude, they rolled her onto her stomach and
coils of stout rope. Her arms
were folded across the small of her back and bound, forearm to
forearm; then her
wrists were lashed to their opposite elbows. More rope was
arms to her sides, and hitches were added to yoke her shoulders
cinch the ropes between her arms and torso. Then, they
onto her back, stretched the remaining free ends of rope from
side, and tied the final, key knot between her
Finally, they tied her ankles together, looping bands of rope
her feet and binding her big toes as well.
Pris lifted the captive onto her left shoulder, carrying her
legs to the front, and head to the rear. "She's so tiny,"
warrior sighed, patting Hailey's bare bottom with her right
"The PardaUbar likes exotic pets," Frey remarked. "She'll
probably make this one a pleasure-slave."
"Let's get her back to camp," said Pris. "I'm hungry."
Frey was stuffing Hailey's clothing and equipment into a large
sack. "Always thinking with
your stomach," she laughed.
Pris smiled. "Among other things,"
she purred, resting her left
cheek against Hailey's buttock. She slid her hand between
Hailey's butt cheeks and began slowly caressing the
unconscious prisoner's sex.