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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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Hailey's chastity belt while she was still half-asleep.
Basking in the afterglow of what felt like countless orgasms, Hailey
knew she probably couldn't have resisted, even if she hadn't
A few dozen rounds of love-making was
enough to take it out of anybody. Okay, it hadn't been
even one dozen
rounds; but Hailey had
been too involved to
an accurate count. It had been more than ten, of that she
sure... maybe. She'd been on the receiving end
of most of the fun, although she distinctly remembered using her lips and tongues to
work Charis into an
frenzy, at least twice... or was it three times?
In any case, most of the screaming and
cumming had been done by Hailey—and now, at last, she
could rest. And she was
doing just that, enjoying a brief catnap, bound hand and foot
sprawled on the
untying her ankles and binding her
upper body with rope—and saying something about them going for a
"A run?" Hailey
simply smiled, and continued the task of changing her
bonds. Actually, Hailey had to admit (to her surprise), a
sounded good—and she didn't know
all her sudden energy was coming from. She
should be exhausted, but she wasn't. Go figure. Besides,
was a chance to
see more of the city, even if she would be seeing it as a naked
Equally surprising, Hailey found she was no longer angry or
was she ashamed. She'd never been particularly puritanical
her sexuality, but she hadn't been what you would call a
either. Perhaps the
of control trumps Puritanical guilt, Hailey
pissed and ashamed 'cause I had no choice... and because
so nice... and 'cause I enjoyed it like crazy!!
folded Hailey's arms behind her back
them together, forearm-to-forearm; and now bands of rope were
around her arms and torso,
passing above and below her breasts. None of the ropes
were especially tight, but they were being hitched between her
so they couldn't be slipped over her elbows. It was
the bondage she'd endured during her trip to the city, only not
elaborate or severe. She could already tell, however, that
bonds would be just as
inescapable. Charis rolled
her over and tied the final, unreachable knot between her
"What are you smiling at, slave?" Charis demanded. She was
smiling as well.
"Nothing," Hailey responded, willing her features into a
stare. "Do I have to be tied up all the time?"
Charis laughed and pulled Hailey to her feet. "That should
I have to be tied up, Mistress',"
she corrected, "or rather, it would be, if I were not also a
slave. From now on,
until I tell you otherwise, you will address me as
'Slave-teacher'." She turned Hailey around and gently
hair back with her fingers, pulled it into a ponytail, and
with a short length of twine.
"Therefore," she continued, "your question should be: 'Do I have
tied up all of the time, Slave-teacher.'
Hailey sighed, and rattled off the question in a huff.
I have to be tied up all the time, Slave-teach—Ow!!"
Charis had delivered a very business-like smack to Hailey's right
butt-cheek. "A slave never questions
the actions of her Mistress, or
"That hurt!" Hailey complained. Charis was raising her
strike again. "Uh—that hurt, Slave-teacher!"
"Better," Charis conceded, and let her hand drop. "A run
you good, Slave-student." With nimble fingers, she was
plaiting her own hair into a loose, neat braid, using the
that had been her former costume, and Hailey's former bonds, to
length and secure the end.
Hailey watched this process with interest. "How do you do
she asked. "I find it hard enough to braid my own hair
have a mirror."
Charis tied a final bow, then tossed the braid
and the long, fluttering free ends of the ribbons over her
behind her back. "A slave learns to care for her
appearance. It is her duty, and most slave-kennels
Still smiling, Charis hooked a finger through the ring in the
Hailey's collar, pulled her close, and planted a kiss on her
Hailey shivered in her bonds. There was that thrill again, her now
response to Charis' musky scent... only it wasn't as strong as
been before, both the scent and
"You forget your lessons as quickly as they are taught,
Charis purred. "My
Slave-teacher would stretch you on the pleasure-rack, on your
and head down, and have every student in the class, in turn,
buttocks, and slit, making you say, 'thank you, Slave-teacher',
every fall of the lash." She kissed Hailey again.
"I-I'm sorry, Slave-teacher," Hailey stammered.
"The lash has its place,"
Charis said, "but sometimes
nectar is better than vinegar." She pulled Hailey's face
"In any case, don't think for an instant that I won't do
fulfill my Mistress' commands."
"Yes, Slave-teacher," Hailey whispered.
"Stay at my side as we run," Charis ordered, released Hailey's
and started towards the
"Yes, Slave-teacher," Hailey answered, and padded in her
blush colored her cheeks. 'Slave-student!'
she fumed, inwardly. Her spirit was far from broken, but
resistance was going to be a difficult game. She had to
going along with her indoctrination, while hiding her true
feelings. But she liked Charis... a lot! Yes, it was
going to be
And so, here we are,
thought, two slave-girls out
some exercise. Charis' black, silk
ribbons fluttered like a pair of black pennants as they ran. The
jewels on her chastity belt and nipple shields flashed in the
beside her, bound in hemp and in her plain, unadorned belt,
felt like some runt of a farmer's pony next
to a well-groomed Arabian thoroughbred. At least our collars match.
Their bare feet were pounding the tiles of a helical ramp, a
spiral balcony that
wound up and around a large dome, one of several domes and
clustered together on the mountain's highest plateau. The
was challenging, the equivalent of running up and down a
substantial hill, but the view was
spectacular, both of the surrounding country and the city
In short order, both runners were glistening with sweat, but Hailey
surprised she was handling the course so well. She was in
shape, but this much hill work should have sapped her strength
They were approaching the base of the dome, completing their
circuit of the ramp, when Hailey skidded to a stop.
Charis ran on a few steps, then halted, turned, and strolled
back. She was breathing deeply and rapidly, but could
speak. "What is it, Little Flower?"
Hailey was also breathing deeply, but was not in anything
distress. "I should be panting
like crazy," she answered, "and running barefoot on these
My feet should be killing me."
"In truth?" Charis asked. "It is one of the effects of the
'Goddess's Gift', Little Flower. I shall have to ask Honna
other changes you may expect."
"All Pardesse have the Goddess's Gift as
birthright," Charis continued. "You are the first I have
has received it as
an adult. Enslaved foreigners are so rare on PelluciGor,
"No, I don't see," Hailey gasped. "She-she did something
"The Goddess's Gift," Charis repeated. "You are quicker, stronger, better able to
"What did she do to me?"
Hailey interrupted, stamping her right foot.
Charis smiled. "You are so cute when you are like that,
Flower," she cooed, "with your flashing eyes, bobbing breasts, that adorable
Charis hooked Hailey's collar ring with her left index finger,
the captive's ponytail with her right hand, and pulled her head
back. "Careful, Slave-student, " she said, quietly.
have not been harmed. Far from it. You will learn
time, when I teach you the Saga of the Panther-girls. For
control yourself." She gazed into Hailey's eyes.
Hailey stared at her with an angry pout. "I have a right
Charis had given Hailey's hair a firm jerk. "You have the
of a slave: food, shelter, the care of a healer when required...
nothing more. Now, you will
stop this nonsense, immediately. I have something to show
released Hailey's collar ring and hair, and walked away, towards
bridge leading to a doorway in the side of a nearby tower.
Hailey watched her depart, then sighed and followed.
she wasn't going to learn anything more about this "Goddess's
Gift" until Charis was good and ready. Patience was her
option. She quickened her pace until she caught up
"Slave-teacher", then padded along at her side in sullen
MEANWHILE, BACK IN
Janet made good
getting to the waterfall clearing. She'd left the tree
after only a brief catnap, as planned, and had hurried down the
game trail to the crater rim to begin her search for Sam.
she now feared she may have hurried too much. It was still
night. The sky was clear and the stars were more than
to light her way, but she'd wanted to reach the clearing at
have more light for
It was a difficult thing to do, but Janet forced herself to sit
wait. She positioned herself so she could scan the entire
clearing, the waterfall, and the looming cliff, then sat
with the P90 at the ready, across her lap. Her club hung
back, on an improvised sling of braided canopy-suede
knife was on her hip, suspended from the thong-belt of
her loincloth, with the tip of the sheath tied around her thigh.
Janet continued watching the shadows. This was where their uniforms
had been stolen, and was therefore a dangerous place to take a
break—but she had no choice
but to wait for the dawn. She couldn't afford to miss any
when she started trying to follow Sam's path. What if she
her by, unconscious and hurt, just off the trail?
Time passed, and finally, there was more light. The face
cliff was taking on a reddish glow. She waited a few more
minutes, then stood and walked into the clearing. Looking
could see the cloud-banded globe of the gas giant hanging in the
sky. Most of it was dark, lit only by the intermittent
storms that always danced through its cloud layers; but the arc
of its very edge glowed like burning gold.
"Double eclipse," Janet muttered in a disgusted whisper.
the rotten luck." Just when she needed their light the
suns were behind the planet. She looked around. The
were still deep, not as deep as moon shadows on earth, due to
increased starlight, but deep enough. The glow from the
shifted everything slightly into the red, but didn't add much in
way of candlepower. Janet sighed and turned to the left,
direction in which Sam said she would be exploring. She
to the game trail at the base of the cliff, and
began her search.
squirm. In fact, other than roll her eyes, she could
barely move at all. With night falling, the gremlins had
her to another clearing and positioned her between two saplings
tall, straight trunks. Next, a score of her foot-tall
swarmed up and down the trees and
body, lashing her in place. They also changed her bonds.
Again, working in concert and giving her no opportunity to
ropes were untied, her limbs were repositioned, and ropes were
retied. It was frustrating and humiliating. Despite
relative sizes, Sam could do nothing. The gremlins
took their time, making the ropework neat and tidy, as the bands
hitched, wrapped, and cinched. Adding insult
incarceration, they giggled and
chattered among themselves in their high-pitched voices as
they worked, grinning up at her gagged face as they tightened
Eventually, Sam found herself standing upright, legs together,
wrists, elbows, and thumbs tied together behind her back.
hands were palm-to-palm and her forearms touching from wrist to
rolled her shoulders back and thrust out her breasts. Sam
flexibility, so the position wasn't immediately painful; but she
it was going to get very old,
and lateral bands of rope tied around the trees and her body
her helplessness, pinning her arms
to her sides, her legs together, and holding her between the two
trunks. Even Sam's big toes
were tied, with braided twine, and the gremlins were
just getting started.
Long, green, flexible wands of wood appeared. Most were
Sam's little finger in diameter, but a few were as thick as her
thumb. Her captors interlaced the wands around Sam's
helpless body and the trees, adding more and more until they
in essence, woven themselves a wicker cage. Most wands
horizontal pairs, one in front and one behind, but a few of the
longest were used as lateral
braces. Everywhere the smooth wands pressed against Sam's
they exerted enough flesh-dimpling pressure to make their
Gremlins swarmed over the wicker prison, using braided twine to
every point where one wand crossed another. This actually
improved Sam's situation, marginally, by making the cage one
structure and distributing the pressure. In addition,
wand passed over her rope
hands hitched and tightened more cord, linking the rope bands to
The final wands, the thinest and most flexible, were used to
Sam's head. The wooden bit and leather thong ball-gag
in her mouth, but it was enhanced by a thick panel of oiled
was stretched over her lower face and tied behind her
had cutouts for her nose and the ends of the bit, and by the
gremlins finished lacing and knotting its thongs, it was a tight
effective muzzle. Horizontal wands were positioned across
forehead, the bridge of
her nose, under her chin, and behind her head and neck.
they were lashed to
the rope harness anchoring the bit gag and the protruding ends
bit itself, Sam found she couldn't move her head at all.
A final wand was tucked under Sam's already bound
thumbs, and cord tightened around her fingers... and then her
disappeared. She felt their tiny hands pat her shoulders,
buttocks, thighs, and breasts—her nipples were
tweaked, several times—and then they were
gone. Her field of view was restricted, of course, and the
light from the stars was limited, but she watched them scatter
the surrounding jungle, their chameleon camouflage turning them
rippling, ghostly images before they vanished altogether.
King Gremlin was the last to depart—at least, Sam
pretty sure it was King Gremlin. He stared at Sam with an
infuriating, gloating smile, then turned and disappeared, like
And the waiting began.
Sam knew her role: bait, to catch Janet! All she could do
hope her friend would be clever enough to realize the clearing
trap. Of course, Sam had known the site of her capture had been a
all the bait it took to catch her
trinkets. Janet would have to resist rescuing a helpless
friend! Please Jan,
the miserable prisoner wished, for
once, be a little cold-hearted and think of yourself first.
would never happen, of course. Janet Fraiser would just
as likely paint herself
green and join the gremlins as abandon Sam to her current fate.
Minutes passed... and became hours. Sam's shoulders and
beginning to ache like crazy, as was her jaw, as was every other
her body, for that matter. If only she could move.
tried rolling her shoulders. Her wicker cage did flex,
but just a little, no more than a couple of millimeters.
brightening, with the ambient lighting taking on a reddish
tint. Sam rolled her eyes upwards, and could see a part of
the gas giant, hanging in the sky. Full eclipse, she realized,
visualizing the pattern of light and dark defined by the formula
derived to program a P69-758 clock for her laptop. It's a 'triple night', she
realized, the first instance of night—followed by a
that they had encountered since arrival.
Such periods of prolonged darkness were infrequent, but not
Sam noticed movement, across the clearing—and her eyes
wide! It was Janet!
The doctor was striding forward, P90 at the ready.
Sam struggled, fighting her incredible bonds with all her
strength. The wicker cage barely shook in response.
same time, she forced a well-muffled warning past her gag, but
sounded feeble, even to her ears.
Janet was halfway across the clearing, moving
crouch, her head swiveling from side to side—when the attack
flew towards Janet from all sides! Most
of them missed, but one found its mark and tightened around
the P90. The weapon discharged as it was jerked from her
and the improvised sling spun her around as it was
pulled from her shoulder—but the weapon's
flash and report startled her attackers and won her a
few seconds grace. She used the time to unlimber her club
draw her knife, then the lassos
A noose tightened around the head of her club, but she managed
around her right ankle. She
slashed it as well, and managed to kick one of the
monkey-like figure flew several feet, rolled to his feet as he
shook his tiny fist at the astonished Janet, and
vanished. Another well-thrown rope tightened around
Janet's arms and torso, but she managed to cut herself free.
A score of shrieking gremlins charged from cover on all sides
leaped on Janet's head,
shoulders, and back. Ropes tightened around her left
club, and her upper arms. Again, she cut herself free, but
wrenched from her hand, and more gremlins were piling on all the
time! It was
only a matter of time before they would subdue their prey.
a high-pitched whistle sounded from the jungle—and the
vanished, as if by magic!
few branches and fern fronds were shaking at the edge of the
that was it. One second she was at the bottom of a
tiny kidnappers—the next, she was
Janet snatched her knife from the grass, then slashed and
her attackers had managed to loop around her body and limbs.
Janet spun in a slow, cautious circle. The P90 had been
away, but she still had her club and knife. She started
snap sounded and a blue beam lanced from the sky. It
landed midway between Janet and her goal,
and was the same, zat-like weapon used in
the ambush back at the stargate! Janet froze, then looked
up—and her jaw
Sam couldn't see what Janet was staring at with such
She could tell there was a dark shape overhead, but couldn't
head far enough to get a good look. What she could see was several
female figures rappelling on ropes and landing in a circle
around her would be rescuer.
The newcomers were dressed in dark bandeaus and loincloths, and
harnesses and boots. Their bodies were painted in a
pattern of dark earth tones, and their hair pulled back in
ponytail braids. All were armed with what looked like some
bronze assault rifle.
Janet brandished her knife and club—but a
half-dozen weapons were trained on her at near point-blank
sighed, dropped the knife and club,
and raised her hands in surrender.
Sam watched as one of the camouflaged amazons stepped behind her
friend, unslung a coil of rope, and began binding her wrists
her back. Another of the amazons stepped forward and
her captive condition with evident amusement. "Sam-anta
she said, then turned and smiled at
Janet, "and Jaw-net Fray-zur, healer." She turned back to
Sam. "I am Kyna,
War-Captain of Pan-PelluciGor—and you are my