(& Jennifer Hailey) in...
WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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Sam and Janet
carried to an area of the deck well away from the rails and out
crew's way, then unceremoniously deposited on the hard
As Janet's bonds were much less stringent than Sam's
Grimbor-applied, elaborate and punishing bondage, she managed to
wiggle the short distance required to bring her to her friend's
side without much difficulty. She gazed into
Sam's exhausted face, and was surprised (and relieved) when her
winked. Janet sighed through her
gag, then lay flat and
snuggled as close to Sam as possible. They rested their
heads on the deck and watched their captors.
The ground force—the amazons in the camouflaged bandeaus,
and body-paint—were stowing their rifles in racks and removing
boots and equipment harnesses. Meanwhile, unpainted
gray "bikini-uniforms", and without boots, were stowing the
ropes and performing other routine shipboard
tasks. The captives surmised
the gray-clad women were the regular airship crew—which meant
were probably either marines or soldiers.
Crew members toting sloshing buckets appeared, and the soldiers
stripping off their bandeaus and loincloths and using soapy
scrub the paint from their bodies. Once clean, they poured
over their heads, then rubbed a thick, clear oil on their skin,
inch and slicking back their hair. Getting
themselves clean and oiled was a communal project, involving a
great deal of mutual scrubbing, rubbing, and hair combing.
Kyna was a part of the group, and once she was clean and oiled,
walked over to the captives. "Get the war-slaves cleaned
ordered, then pointed at Sam. "And cut the Grimbors' bonds
Several of her naked, glistening troops carried their buckets
Janet. Water was dumped over their bodies and they were
and scrubbed. Janet entertained her captors with gagged
complaints and token,
squirming resistance, but Sam simply relaxed in her bonds and
captors do their work.
A pair of amazons produced knives and severed the cords binding
fingers and toes. Next, they cut the laces of the
mouth and the ropes of the underlying bit-gag harness. Sam
managed to expel the leather ball and wooden bit from her mouth,
worked her aching jaw. "Thank you," she said, weakly, but
amazons acknowledged her gratitude. They severed her
bonds with practiced efficiency, then helped her to to her feet.
Sam's skin was
a spiderweb of pink indentions from
head to toe. "Look at those
rope-marks," one of the amazons remarked. "The stinky
"Get some salve," Kyna ordered, and a jar of clear ointment
appeared. Sam stood on her unsteady feet as several
applied the greasy paste to her body. She closed her eyes
gasped. It had a slight sting, but the initial discomfort
rapidly and was replaced by a warm, pleasant burn. Oil,
same oil the amazons had applied to themselves, was rubbed over
salve, then combed through Sam's short blond locks, slicking
An amazon approached with coils of rope in her hands, but Kyna
blocking gesture. She turned to face Sam.
"I'd like to let the salve heal your rope-burns," she
you give me your parole, you will not be bound."
Sam pointed down at Janet. "And my friend?" Janet's
and hair had also been oiled, but her bonds and gag were intact.
Kyna smiled. "I'm afraid we must take full precautions
little healer. It is too big a risk to have her on the
The amazons laughed. Janet favored them all with a withering gagged scowl,
struggled to suppress a smile. Despite their captivity,
obviously better off with these brunette warriors than in the
hands of her former captors.
Sam focused on Kyna's face. "Lieutenant Colonel Samantha
United States Air Force," she said, formally.
"I am Kyna, War-Captain, as I told you before, Loo-ten-ant
Kur-nell..." Kyna frowned. "Your words are too
old warrior. What should I call you?"
Sam managed a weak smile. "You don't look that old. Call me
Sam, and I
accept your parole."
Kyna nodded, and her smile returned.
"I must warn you, War-captain," Sam continued, "in my culture it
prisoner-of-war's duty to escape."
"I understand," Kyna responded. "Among the Pardesse, my
slave-of-war may attempt escape and has the right of challenge,
formal enslavement. Your parole is not your freedom.
something I do not have the power to grant." She gestured
Janet. "Bring your companion," she ordered, turned, and
On the deck of an airship—hundreds, if not
thousands of feet in the air—surrounded by more
than a dozen naked, glistening amazons—now was clearly
not the moment for
escape. Sam knelt and scooped her bound and gagged
her arms. "Sorry, Janet," she whispered.
Janet favored her friend with what was probably a good-natured,
scowl, but the gag made her expression difficult to read.
Sam smiled, and followed Kyna towards a door in the large deck
the airship's stern. The remaining amazons were close
One of the airship crew paused in her duties. "You
get all the fun!" she
complained to the passing amazons. They laughed in
wondered. What kind of
She noticed a puzzled frown on Janet's face as her
fellow "war-slave" pondered the same question.
BACK IN THE CITY...
hand-gag, Charis dragged Hailey to a shallow alcove near the
door. She deftly switched hands
tapped her pinkie ring to a
panel. The back of the alcove slid open, revealing several
and racks laden with hanks of coiled rope, balls of twine,
hanging leather straps, and various leather and steel gags,
blindfolds, helmets and hoods. She selected a simple
Hailey knew what was coming, but could only manage a single
of protest before the ball was in her mouth and the strap
the nape of
her neck. She watched as Charis selected a simple leather
leash and snapped its clip to the ring of her
Charis straightened Hailey's hair and gazed into her eyes.
Little Flower," she sighed. "I knew you would be a challenge and
pleasure... but I
never thought I would become so fond of you, so quickly."
continued stroking her captive's hair. "Just another
like others before. Exotic, foreign, alien, yes... but
just another task assigned by Mistress... just another palace
be broken in." She leaned forward and kissed
forehead. "I should never have brought you here, to a
we might encounter our Mistress. You simply weren't
slipped her wrist through the loop in the end of the leash, gave
it a tug, and led Hailey close to the suspended slave.
Hailey regarded the strained and helpless
body of the bound, gagged, and blindfolded prisoner. The
anonymous woman hung in her bonds. Her skin
was still glistening with sweat, but her breathing had returned
"You'd probably like to rescue her," Charis said, putting an arm
Hailey's shoulders and pulling her close. "But those are
feelings of a warrior,
Flower. I'm sure my slave-sister can think of a thousand
she'd rather be, right now. But tonight... she will be the
of every slave in the palace." She turned to face
Hailey. "I would love to comfort her, to
reassure her that all will be well, that our Mistress' bed is
the paradise she has heard described, that our Mistress
is a generous lover...
it is not my
is her time, her adventure, and my duty
Hailey stared at the slave's glistening sex, then her leash
taut and she was led away. Crazy!
she mused. They're
pace ahead, leading Hailey through a maze of corridors.
They climbed a flight of stairs, then continued down more
corridors. They passed other slaves, solitary or in small
tasks or carrying burdens. All were collared, like Charis
Hailey, and most were wearing simple loincloths of black-dyed
linen. All paused in their labors as the parade
of two passed, to smile at Charis,
polite greeting, and gaze at Hailey with open curiosity.
Finally, they entered a large, circular chamber with a high,
ceiling. Hailey's eyes popped wide. It was a torture
chamber. It could be nothing else.
There was a chair constructed of heavy timbers. It was
with eye-bolts, cleats, and other lashing points, as well as
numerous dangling leather straps, some thick and broad, and some
and narrow. Its most alarming feature was its lack of any
seat. It was more a frame to secure a victim in a sitting
pose than an actual chair.
Next to the chair was a rack, also of heavy wood timbers, a
waist-high table with a windlass mechanism at either end.
And next to the rack was what appeared to be an iron maiden, a
cabinet in the shape of the female form. The front was a
clamshell doors. They were standing open, and the interior
lined with countless steel spikes. They appeared to be
There was more, but before Hailey could continue her inspection,
something dropped over her head
and she could see only darkness. It was a bag of black
silk. She complained through her gag as Charis drew the
drawstring tight and tied a knot. There was enough air
through the tightly woven cloth and under the string to allow
breath, but it
was totally opaque.
"Down!" Charis snapped, at the same time tapping the back of
Hailey knelt, and was pushed back onto her rump and into a
cross-legged position. Her leash snapped taut, she was
bend forward, and the end of the leash looped and tightened
"Wait here," Charis said.
A pointless command, if ever
one, Hailey fumed.
"I have to find other slaves to implement our Mistress' orders,"
added, then padded
Hailey squirmed in her bonds and mewled through her gag.
passed, and she heard what might have been
the torture chamber's door sliding closed. It was
tell. She groped with her fingers, questing for a knot or
weakness in the rope binding her arms to her sides and her
the small of her back. It was pointless, and she knew it,
but she had to try. She knew that the key knot, the
elegant, even decorative rope
would have to be untied for her to gain her
freedom, was between her breasts. It might as well have
What was going to happen? Zanta had ordered punishment for
Hailey and Charis,
but had only
specified that it be "memorable and creative". So... what
was going to happen?
Hailey remembered her SERE training. Making a victim wait
torture was a common tactic. Whatever they were going to
her... to them, would
enough. There was no point in doing her captors' work for
imaging the worst. Her one regret from her encounter with
the Cruel" was that the smug bitch had decided to punish Charis
well. She didn't regret her failure to act like a
simpering slave... but Charis didn't deserve to pay for her resistance. Maybe
twisted logic of the Pardesse slave culture the teacher deserved
suffer for her student's transgressions, but Hailey suspected
just being a sadistic bitch!
SERE training! Hailey
reminded herself. She cleared her mind—and directed
thoughts to happier times. She remembered the pride she'd
Graduation Day at the Air Force Academy. Her family had
course, but so had then Major
her mentor had personally handed her her first orders, for
Lieutenant Jennifer Hailey to report to the Cheyenne Mountain
to assist in "Deep Space Radar Telemetry Research". That
a cover, of course. She'd made
the cut! ...at least, the initial cut! She was in the SGC!
There was a lot of
rigorous training and evaluation ahead, for her to stay there, but she knew
Hailey relaxed in her bonds. What would happen, would
but Zanta was still a bitch!
MEANWHILE, BACK ON
across the threshold of the deck house. The far wall was
arcing expanse of dark glass, a window
wall looking out from the airship's stern. It was still
eclipse", with both suns behind the gas giant, but there was
a glow for Sam to make out the dark terrain below against the
"Put the little healer over there," Kyna ordered, indicating a
nest of pillows to the left of the door.
The entire floor was cluttered with pillows, cushions, and
although the center was clear, exposing what appeared to be
circular mat. Ahead of Sam were a dozen naked amazons,
included, and at least a dozen more were still filing into the
"Do it, Straw-head!" the amazon behind Sam barked.
Sam knelt, eased Janet to the pillows, then sat next to her.
"No, you're with the War-Captain," the amazon said. Two of
companions pulled Sam to her feet, hustled her across the floor,
shoved her in the general direction of Kyna.
"Hey!" Sam complained. She nearly tripped, but Kyna
caught her, offered a steadying hand, and helped her
"I... thank you," Sam muttered, but her attention was still
room. "Please untie my friend," she requested. "I
she'll be good."
amazons were reclined on
the cushions with Janet, in a very friendly manner. More amazons were
settling to the cushions all
around the deck house.
An amazon flopped down beside Sam, on the side opposite from
worry, Straw-head," she laughed. "She'll get a jungle-cat
and I'm sure she'll be very good"—her hand
patted Sam's shoulder, then squeezed her right breast—"just like
Sam had delivered a less than gentle warning punch to the grinning
Kyna grabbed Sam's arm and spun her around. "Easy," she
cautioned. "Your friend will not be harmed," she reassured
then shifted her gaze to her subordinate.
"Nothing but a love tap, War-captain," the amazon said, the
grin never leaving her face.
Sam heard a gagged squeal from Janet's direction and snapped her
around. One of the amazons was holding Janet's bound
Another had her legs scissored around the doctor's waist.
more were pawing her breasts and nuzzling her neck, and a fourth
Janet's head in her hands and was licking her face!
"Hey, stop that!" Sam yelled, scrambled to her feet, and lunged
her friend. She didn't get far before a hand seized her
ankle and jerked her off balance. She landed on the mat,
but managed to soften the most of the impact with a tuck and
before she could
scramble to her feet, a body landed on her back!
It was Kyna. They struggled, rolled, and the War-Captain
Sam's left arm behind her head in a wrestling hold. Sam
free, but Kyna scissored her legs around her waist. Her
hand clutched Sam's left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Let me go!" Sam complained, continuing to buck and strain.
"I don't think so," Kyna purred. Her breasts were pressed
"I'm under orders to get to know you very well," she continued, then gave Sam's
neck a slow
lick. Her subordinates clapped and cheered.
"No!" Sam yelled, then planted her feet and heaved, arching her
back. As their bodies flipped and rolled, Kyna's hold was
either broken or released. Sam had time to focus on Janet,
seized her from behind, again. Sam watched as the amazons
caressing, squeezing, and licking her
gagged friend. Janet was still struggling—well, moving, anyway. It
entirely clear whether she was still trying to escape, though.
Sam blinked and shook her head. There was a strange, musky
in the air—very
and very distracting. And
rather than simply being outraged and angry, Sam found she was
Kyna dragged Sam to the mat, then flipped and manipulated her
series of elaborate holds. Sam tried to fight, but
Kyna was an expert. From the
watching amazons' appreciative clapping and cheering, she
wrestling was a Pardesse martial art. She was flipped
this time Sam found herself on her rump, with Kyna's ankles
her neck and her legs trapping her arms. "Let me go!" she
"I can't do that, Sam," Kyna answered, and they rolled yet
When they came to rest, Sam was on her back with Kyna sitting on
chest. Her head
was trapped between Kyna's knees and her lower face pressed
"M'mmf!" Sam's heart was
racing, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to
concentrate. Hands were grabbing her wrists and ankles,
her into a spread-eagle. The other
had joined Kyna on the mat. A mouth was
Sam's sex! She
tried to focus on Kyna's smiling face—but it was
difficult. Her sex
quivered, and a thrill of arousal rippled up her spine.
again... then all was darkness.
BACK IN THE CITY...
Hailey heard the
torture chamber door slide open, and a gust of cool air washed
her bound, naked body. Next came the sound of several pair
bare feet pattering towards her, accompanied by girlish voices.
"Her skin is so pale."
"She is a freak."
"A stupid freak, if
can't follow simple orders."
"Imagine, insulting the PardaUbar herself!"
"She is stupid."
"Quiet!" an older, authoritative voice barked.
"You know what to do."
Hailey was seized by several pair of hands and her ankles were
She was none to gently hauled to her feet, spun around, and
distance. She tried to resist, but her handlers—apparently an
entire class of young
without any real difficulty. Hailey
could tell the "girls" weren't that young,
probably only slightly younger than herself, or possibly even
They lifted Hailey onto a hard, horizontal surface, probably
wood. Her legs were splayed
and straps tightened around her ankles and knees, enforcing an
uncomfortably wide split. She couldn't tell what sort of
framework or apparatus was holding her in this awkward, sitting
that she was totally helpless.
Hands fumbled with the
drawstring of her hood, but rather than being removed, it was
pulled halfway up, exposing her lower face but leaving her
blindfolded. Her ball-gag was unbuckled and jerked from
her mouth—and immediately
replaced by another gag. It was some sort of metal bit,
then a ratcheting series of clicks sounded and the "bit" opened,
clicking behind her teeth and forcing her jaws apart.
tightened over the hood and caged her head, anchoring the gag.
"You should recognize this odor," a voice said, in a mocking
tone, then hands on Hailey's
head, shoulders, and back pushed her forward and onto her
stomach—and her nose was
into a pubic bush, and her open, drooling mouth against
sex! She did recognize
More straps were
buckled, and her face was pressed even tighter into her
The hands disappeared, but Hailey was unable to withdraw her
face. She squirmed in her bonds, and Charis' warm, moist
squirmed in return. Apparently, they were both in the grip
some sort of combination head/thigh harness.
Suddenly, something lashed Hailey's
probably a whip. She screamed
gag, and into
"Heed my words, slave Hay-lee," the authoritative voice
"You will use your tongue—the same treacherous
tongue with which you insulted
and betrayed your slave-teacher—to pleasure your
slave-teacher, continuously and with enthusiasm, resting only
ordered to do so. Otherwise..."
landed again, this time across her back and arms.
"Slave-students," the voice continued. "Form a line in
Hailey began probing Charis sex with her tongue, as
There was a vibration, and the hard surface under her own crotch
dropped away, leaving her body supported by her splayed legs and
The lash returned, but this time with less force. The
only a reminder. "I said with enthusiasm!"
older voice barked. "Don't make me mark you."
Hailey redoubled her efforts, and Charis squirmed in
Hailey heard a muffled moan, and surmised Charis was also
"All right, then," the slave-teacher intoned. "First
line, you will use your lips to comfort the First-Pleasure
Second student, you will pleasure and punish Slave Hay-lee. Consider this
an evaluation of
your ability to balance your skills. I want the little
kept on the edge, without relief. Any student not keeping her properly
will be punished. Any student making her too excited will be
punished. Any student drawing blood with the whip or any
other tools will be punished. Pace yourselves, as this
exercise will last until both suns return to the sky.
occur at each turn of the glass. First pair—begin!"
A hand cupped Hailey's sex and began a gentle, slow
you sorry you betrayed our Charis, Hay-lee?" a high-pitched
from close between her legs.
more action," the teacher ordered.
Hailey whined through her gag. A tongue was giving her sex
series of slow, wet licks. She shuddered in her bonds—whack!—then screamed again
as the whip landed on her back.
"You've only just begun, Slave Hay-lee," the teacher
resting that tongue!"