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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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opened her eyes—"Ahh!"—then closed
again, immediately. She was lying
on a soft surface, covered with a linen sheet. Her head
throbbing, and she ached all
"This will help," a female voice announced.
Janet opened one eye. The soft surface was a bed... a bed
brightly lit... too brightly
decor was spartan but tasteful, in pastels and earth
tone colors. Sunlight streamed in through a
skylight. She turned her head to
the side. A woman in a
white linen robe was offering her a stoneware cup. The
woman was very beautiful,
brown curls, sparkling
brown eyes, and a dimpled smile.
"W-what is it?" Janet croaked. Her mouth was dry.
"It will ease your pain," the woman explained, "and quicken your
Janet reached for the cup, and was alarmed to find that her
locked in steel manacles! "What the...!" The cuffs
about three inches in width, but light in
with smooth, well-rounded edges. They were separated
about a foot of light chain. She had to
admit they were more or less comfortable, but—they were
"I must take precautions," the woman purred, "for
Janet took the cup and gave it a cautious sniff. The
were a deep red, and had a delicious, fruity odor. "Wine?"
"Drink," the woman repeated, bracing the back of Janet's head
steadying her hand.
Janet took a sip. Whatever it was, it was delicious, sweet
without being syrupy, and had a tart, refreshing
She drank a
"All of it," the woman urged, still smiling.
Janet drained the cup, and the woman took it from her
focused on the manacles, again, and frowned. "Why
am I a prisoner?" she demanded.
"I told you," the woman responded, "protection. I am
the Wise Council. I believe you would call me a...
Janet gave the manacles' chain a snap, then
sighed. "Do you mean scientist?"
Honna nodded. "Yes, that's the word. You are called
"Janet... Janet Fraiser."
"Ja-net," Honna said, carefully. "Yes, that's the way it
spoken. Now I remember. Much prettier."
Janet's head felt better already. She tossed the sheet off
body and discovered, or rather confirmed,
she was naked. Also, shackles were locked around her
ankles. They were similar in weight and style to the
locked around her wrists,
and were also joined by a one-foot chain. She lifted her
hands and extended them towards her hostess. "Really,
these aren't necessary. I'm not dangerous."
Honna's smile broadened. "According to reports, you are quite dangerous,
especially to the
Janet frowned. "You mean those little green things that
my friend and tried to capture me? That was
Janet's eyes widened. "Where is she? Where's Sam—Colonel
"Your warrior friend, with her lovely, short hair like gold in
sunlight, and her eyes the color of the
sky, is a guest of the War Tower," Honna answered. She
their present surroundings with a graceful gesture. "This
the Dome of Learning. We are in Pardé, First City of the
"And... the other? Our other companion?"
"Hay-lee, the tiny one," Honna confirmed, "also with hair like
gold. She is in the city as well, in the Paramount Tower,
palace of the PardaUbar."
Janet nodded, then lifted her manacles, again. "Please, I
Honna shook her head. "There are things you do not
Janet. True foreigners, aliens, are very rare on
PelluciGor. There is... dispute as to what should be done
and your friends. One faction of the Wise Council wants
treated as slaves-of-war, like Pardesse who have rebelled
Paramount Tower and must be adjudicated, then disciplined or
enslaved. Another faction wants to learn as much we can of
"As much as we can," Honna
repeated. "This is an ongoing
conflict, between those who look
outward, and those who look in; between those who desire
those who would have all things remain forever unchanged."
Janet nodded again.
"This disagreement crosses all lines of duty, scholarship, and
Both opinions may be found in every tower, dome, holding, and
encampment. Things are... complicated."
"Politics always are," Janet mused, then lifted her hands a
"You are under the Dome of Learning because you are a healer,"
said, shaking her head, "but the Council has decreed that you
are to be
prisoner, and you must be seen
my prisoner. Do you understand?"
Janet sighed, and lowered her hands. "I guess. What
friends? When will I see them again?"
Honna leaned close and kissed Janet's lips. "I cannot
Janet shuddered and her nostrils flared. Honna's musky
triggered memories of the journey in the airship, of the things
amazon captors had done to her—of the things they'd
done to Sam—of the things she'd done to them! Janet
bright red, aware that her nipples were suddenly fully erect and her sex was tingling. "What...
What have you done to me? Have I been drugged?"
Honna's smile was kind. "The Goddess Gift is new to your
body. Do not be alarmed."
"The Goddess Gift?"
Honna stood and shrugged out of her robe. Underneath, she
wearing a bandeau and loincloth of white linen woven in a floral
pattern and embroidered with gold and silver thread. "We
reach a better understanding of language. Later, you will
me, in detail, your knowledge of the science of life, and I will
same for you. Only then, when we have the same words for
concepts, will I attempt to explain the Gift." She removed
bandeau, and then her loincloth.
Janet gasped, and shivered with
body was... perfect. Her skin was smooth
and tan—her muscles toned—her breasts
firm. She was...
"Thank you, Janet," Honna responded.
"I-I said that aloud?" Janet's blush returned. "I
did. What are you going to do?"
"I am going to welcome a guest to my chambers," Honna answered,
and loincloth away, "as is our custom."
Janet tried to squirm away, but Honna was too quick. She
onto the bed, seized the connecting chain of Janet's manacles,
pulled her into a tight embrace from behind.
"No!" Janet moaned. "Let me go!"
Honna nuzzled Janet's neck. "Hay-lee said you were
she whispered in Janet's ear. "Don't you want to...
"No!" Janet moaned again, but her protest was weak and
even in her own ears.
"Zanta the Cruel has her tiny slave," Honna mused, "and now I
tiny captive of my own. Welcome to my bed, Little Healer."
Janet shuddered. Honna's legs were scissored around her
her warm breasts were pressed against her back, and the manacle
was still firmly in one of her hands. The other hand was
squeezing her breasts... and sliding down her tummy... and
caressing her sex. Janet thrashed and struggled and kicked
shackled feet, but Honna controlled her easily.
gasped, then turned her head—and kissed her hostess-jailer-lover, thrusting her tongue
her mouth. Janet knew she shouldn't be acting this way,
that something had
been done to her—but understanding
would have to wait.
a cage, lying on her side.
She was naked, and her wrists were secured behind her
squirmed and craned her neck, and discovered the restraints were
cuffs of heavy steel, thick-walled and wide, joined by a
to form one rigid unit. The cage was a cube,
meter and a half on all
sides. Its bars were as thick as her thumbs and spaced
apart, arranged in a vertical and horizontal grid. The
covered with a thick, rug-like pad. One face of the cage
door, vertically hinged
on one edge with the opposite side secured by a padlocked
bolt assembly. The cage, itself, was centered in a small,
room with plastered
walls. Opposite the door of
the cage, a wooden door was set in one wall.
A skylight in
the ceiling admitted an abundance of daylight, so Sam surmised
hours had passed since... She remembered being on the
with Kyna and her troops holding her down and doing things to her.
why be delicate, she mused. They
gang-raped me! ...didn't they?
had just been getting
underway—she was being held
down, groped, fondled, licked... and then she had passed out.
Anyway, here she was.
Sam tucked and rolled into a kneeling position. It would
be difficult, but she was sure she could ease the cuffs past her
and under her ankles, then pull her legs through. That
her hands in front, where she could give the cuffs a closer
maybe even figure out a way to get them off. She began to
squirm—and suddenly, the
wooden door opened.
Kyna had arrived. She was dressed in a bandeau and
linen, printed in a stylized leaf pattern in
shades of green and brown. A harness of polished brown
hugged her torso,
matching boots clad her feet, and a bronze pistol was holstered
her right hip. Her dark hair was loose about her
"None of that," the War-Captain scolded. "Keep those hands
your back, or I'll add the collar and bar that will keep them
"If this is how you treat your prisoners who have given their
Sam growled, "I'm hate to see how you treat the others."
"You would, indeed,"
Kyna laughed. "How do you
"Hungry, thirsty, and my shoulders are sore. Otherwise, peachy keen,
"Peachy keen," Kyna repeated. "I'll take that as something
Grimbor's marks are healed, I see."
Sam looked down at her breasts, stomach, and thighs. The
from her bondage ordeal at the hands of the gremlins had
vanished! "How long have I been out?" It couldn't
have been that long,
or her shoulders
would be in agony... but the marks were gone.
"Long enough for us to reach the city and carry you to the War
Kyna replied. She looked around the room. "They
dust before locking you away, I see. I've never had
use the command quarter's slave kennel before. Since my
rated a personal kajira, but never found one I wanted to
I've used the brothels since taking the Janissary Oath, like
warriors. Slave-wives are for city-dwellers."
"What the hell are
talking about?" Sam demanded.
Kyna smiled. "Rest, Sam. You took the Gifting
That happens, sometimes. A girl comes of age, and it's
catches swamp fever. It passes. The healers say
"Just rest," Kyna continued. "I have a council to
I'll be back in a few hours."
said, "I want out of this cage, and these
"I imagine you'd like some clothing, as well," Kyna said, a
smile curling her lips, "but you're getting none of those
You are my personal captive—and perhaps, someday, depending
how the council decides your fate—you will be my
personal slave." She stepped forward, reached through the
and grabbed a handful of Sam's hair. She
then pulled Sam's face to the bars and kissed her lips.
Sam gasped and sputtered, then shivered in her helplessness as Kyna's tongue
mouth. Her captor's musky odor filled the air—and a thrill of
animalistic lust rippled through Sam's body. She found
returning the kiss with passion, her own tongue rolling and sliding, her face
pressed against the cold
steel of her cage, struggling
her strong, beautiful lover.
Kyna released Sam's hair and backed towards the door. She
wiped a hand across her smiling lips. "It's either my bed
pleasure rack for you, warrior... when I return... depending on
mood." The door closed with a solid thud.
Sam sat in her cage, shivering and panting. Her arousal
faded. What the hell
happened? she wondered. What
hell is the matter with me?
Suddenly, the door opened, again. Kyna had returned.
had a small, stoneware bowl in one hand, and a stoneware bottle
other. She slid the bowl between the bars of Sam's cage
pair of steel flanges on the back snapped in place, securing the
about a foot above the cage floor. Sam looked into
bowl. It was filled with small chunks of brown,
inverted the bottle
and dropped it between the bars of the cage ceiling, near one of
corners. It was stopped, halfway, by a bracket and a set
flanges. The end of the bottle was capped with what
a thumb-sized rubber nipple.
Sam watched a drop of clear
liquid form on the tip of the nipple. "What am I, a
hamster?" she complained. "Look,
War-Captain—" But Kyna had
already stepped back and the door was closing.
heard a bolt being thrown and a key turning in a lock... then
"Just peachy," Sam muttered. Now she was sore, hungry,
thirsty, horny, and humiliated. Kyna
playing headgames. She sighed, and surrendered to her
anyway. She took the bottle's nipple in her mouth and
Water! It was
clean, humiliating water.
suckling on the rubber teat. Can't wait to try the kibble, she
a start. She was in total darkness, and was
naked. She was lying on a soft surface, probably a bed
sheets. There was someone with her, and whoever they were,
"You're finally awake, Little Flower."
"Charis!" Hailey cried, and hugged her slave-teacher's
"Easy," Charis chuckled. "I'm still a little sore."
Hailey relaxed her grip but maintained the embrace. "I'm
sorry." She let her hands slide over Charis' smooth, warm
body. It felt
good. It felt very good.
in the darkness. "Hey, I'm not tied up..." She
explored Charis' arms, and felt her wrists. "And neither
you." Her hands slid to Charis' crotch.
"Yes, and we are without our belts," Charis confirmed.
Hailey gave each of Charis' breasts a gentle squeeze.
studded posts through Charis' pierced nipples, but the nipple
were gone. Hailey could tell her slave collar was still
her throat, and a quick inspection confirmed that Charis' collar
still in place, as well.
Charis kissed Hailey's lips. "How do you
feel, Little Flower?"
"I..." Hailey's eyes welled, and she hugged Charis,
again. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry."
"My Little Flower," Charis sighed.
Hailey could tell Charis was also crying. "What about
D-did I hurt you?"
Charis laughed. "Hurt? Is too much of a good thing
as being hurt?"
Hailey laughed as well. "Stop it."
"I'm surprised you can talk," Charis teased. "I imagine
and tongue must be quite tired, especially your tongue."
"Stop!" Hailey delivered a weak, playful punch to
then kissed her lips. "They let me rest. They made me rest."
"And they made you eat and drink," Charis sighed. "Tests
stamina are a
part of every slave-student's journey. The requirements of
body are well-understood by your teachers, Hay-lee, and will
respected, even during punishment."
Hailey shuddered and tightened her embrace—and the hug was
returned by Charis. "Where is Zanta?" Hailey
she going to punish us some more?"
Charis chuckled, then reached down and gave Hailey's left butt
light slap. "Respect, slave-student!" she cautioned.
you, Zanta the Cruel, PardaUbar of Pan-PelluciGor, has only one name, and that name
had delivered another slap, and this time it was quite a bit
harder. "Okay," Hailey groused, "Mistress.
"Very good," Charis purred, her hand rubbing Hailey's tingling
butt cheek. "Now, go back to sleep. I will resume
when the suns rise—or would you rather
I find some rope and teach you the first of the thirty basic
slave-ties, right now?
That way, at least I'll
"I'm sorry, Charis," Hailey whispered, and snuggled her head
"That's 'I'm sorry, Slave-teacher',"
"Are you even trying to
absorb my lessons? Hay-lee? Little
Flower?" Charis sighed, kissed the top of her
head, and closed her eyes. Hailey was already asleep.
LIGHT-YEARS FROM PELLUCIGOR
Vala Mal Doran—former
soldier-of-fortune (meaning thief and con-artist), and present
the surface padding of the control console an affectionate
caress. She was in the pilot's chair of a Goa'uld ship,
resplendent in one of her black leather costumes of knee boots,
skin-tight pants, and a corset-bustier with thin straps linked
high collar. Her black hair was plaited atop her head in
elaborate beehive coif. "It's good to have my
old ship back," she
announced, smiling at the two
junior members of her rescue team.
"So you keep saying," Laura Cadman
sighed. The young Marine Lieutenant was dressed in the
digital camouflage uniform of
the Atlantis Expedition security force, but her red hair was
about her shoulders in a very non-regulation manner.
"What is the class of this vessel?" Galina Tolinev
asked. "It is bigger than the Tel'tak but smaller than the
Al'kesh." Galina, a Major in the Russian Army, was dressed
camouflaged fatigues of her service, and her dark hair was in a
"I've heard them called Tel'nash—long-range
fighting-scouts," Vala responded, "but the Lucian Alliance
shields and weapons, after they stole it from me—"
"After you stole it from Tefnut," Laura interrupted.
Vala gasped in outrage. "Who told you that lie?" she
Laura smiled and pointed at the Goa'uld inscriptions covering
nearest bulkhead. "Tefnut is all-wise and all-powerful,"
translated. "All the people worship Tefnut. All
flow from Tefnut. The bounty of a thousand worlds is not
to express the love of the people for—"
"Okay, okay," Vala huffed. "I didn't steal it. It was a
war. Anyway, with the new shields, weapons, and stealth
generators, she's a match for almost anything."
"The armored cruiser concept," Galina nodded, "faster than the
strongest, but stronger than the fastest."
"More like a super-frigate than a cruiser," Laura said, "but the
the same." She tapped a stud on the co-pilot's console and
map appeared in the holographic display. "So... where to
Vala tapped a series of studs, and twelve stars on the map began
flashing bright red. "These are the binary systems that
closely match the P69-758 gate address." She tapped
and all but one of the stars stopped flashing. "This is
most likely, and our first destination."
Laura shook her head. "I still don't understand this
I thought gate addresses were actual astronomical locations."
"They are," Galina answered, "but this close to the galactic
address is more like a neighborhood. We now believe the
network is even more sophisticated
previously understood. The standard DHD compensates for
stellar drift, as Colonel Carter first discovered, but now it is
thought the regular updates that ripple through the network
information we have not yet deciphered."
"But... it works," Laura objected. "We've been dialing
for almost ten years. And we've also been using gate addresses to locate
"Most addresses are not in dense clusters," Galina countered,
natives of P69-758 seem to have done something to their
Even off-world bases with DHD's can no longer get a lock on the
"Yes, yes, children," Vala said, impatiently, "and hence the
Vala to call in favors, gather information, recover her
"Steal her ship," Laura
interrupted, winking at Galina.
"Recover her ship,"
continued, "and lead this rescue expedition." She smiled
and leaned back in the pilot's chair. "I feel so very heroic,
Laura exchanged an amused smile with her Russian
what's the transit time to our first destination?"
"Three days, seven hours, and..." Vala leaned forward and
another stud. "...four minutes."
Laura sighed. "And if it turns out not to be P69-758?"
"The worst case scenario," Galina answered, "is three weeks to
all twelve candidates, factoring in one day to survey each
system. Then we must decide whether to widen the search or
for the availability of a vessel with more sophisticated
"By the way, ladies," Vala purred. "You should stop
goal P69-758, and start calling it 'PelluciGor'. It's the
'Legendary Lost Pleasure Planet of the Amazons', according to my
sources. And you should change into the costumes I
you can get used to them."
Laura frowned. "Do we have to?" She'd already looked
duffel containing her designated "costume". It was similar
"dominatrix drag" Vala was wearing, but in rust-brown
However, her "pants" were more like fishnet stockings woven from
leather ribbons, and the bustier had a large, oval cutout that
would be centered over her navel. "I can't believe I gave
annual leave from Atlantis to volunteer for what you insist must be an all-female
"The PellucGoreans hate men,"
Laura nodded. "—and now I've got to
dress like some kind of kinky video game heroine."
"I suppose it is for the best," Galina sighed. "We must
leather stretch." Her costume
brown, with a pattern of rather large cutouts in the pants
and the sides of the bustier. "I am sure
Landry will grant you extra leave, when we return," she added, then
the bridge, heading for the spiral ladder that led to the tiny
staterooms on the next deck.
Laura glared at Vala, then turned and followed.
Vala smiled as she returned to scanning the piloting
Her companions were unaware of the full
details of her plan for making contact with the
Amazons, assuming the "Cat Women", as one of her sources had
them, did exist, and
legendary in the fictional sense. If any of the rumors about
inhabitants of the Lost Pleasure Planet were true, she would be
expected to come bearing gifts—and a pair of
beautiful female slaves would do quite nicely.