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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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IN ORBIT ABOVE
VALA MAL DORAN'S SHIP
(OR SO SHE CLAIMS)
Laura and Galina
entered the bridge, in response to Vala's summons. She was
chair, busily tapping
on the communications console. As they had
the rescue expedition, all three women were dressed in the
costumes Vala insisted were
for their cover as itinerant galactic traders.
"What's up?" Laura asked. "Have we received a reply?"
Vala tapped a final stud, then spun in her chair and smiled
brightly. "We have, indeed! In fact, we've received
invitation to land and negotiate a trade agreement!"
Galina settled into the co-pilot's chair and activated the
controls. "What is this?" she mumbled, staring at the
console. She tapped a series of
studs, the holographic display rippled, and a number of new
swore. "Was that an invitation, or an order?"
"Well, Miss-glass-is-half-empty," Vala said, "I prefer to think
an invitation, with a squadron of what are roughly the
death-gliders as escorts-of-honor. There are also six or
nasty, heavily-armed, fast-looking,
the outer system, covering all the likely
"They weren't there when I went off watch," Laura muttered.
"Oh, I'd say they almost certainly were," Vala responded, "only
including the fighters. Their technology must be quite
to be able to hide things as small as glider-size ships."
brightened even more. "And did I mention we're being
call their 'orbital defense grid'?"
"You're just full of
news," Laura sighed, "aren't you?"
"Even better!" Vala purred. "From the details of the
now certain the
information I gathered earlier about these
'Cat Women' is correct."
"What information?" Galina asked. "Have you been holding
Vala nodded. "Of course, darling. No need to get
knockers in a tryst. Need to know, and all that."
"Knickers in a twist," Laura corrected.
"Oh... Now that makes
sense. Anyway," Vala continued, "a few hundred years ago,
Women, or whatever they actually call
themselves, sent scout-ships through this part of the galaxy
"Slaves??" Laura and Galina gasped in unison.
"Slaves or breeding-stock," Vala continued, "depending on who's
the story—females only; no men need apply. In fact,
possible, they traded only with
their market opportunities, believe me.
Anyway, the local System Lords got wind of it and went looking
them. Legend has it Savarog and Heru'ur lost a few ships,
found anything, and the Cat Women disappeared and haven't been
from since. The only thing anyone knows is they were
from someplace around... well... here."
"Slavers..." Laura said, shaking her head. "Sam, Janet,
Jennifer... captured by slavers."
"Anyway, ladies..." Vala rubbed her hands together with
glee. "Here's the plan. I go down as, shall we say,
choice merchandise, you accompany me as the merchandise in
"You are kidding, of course," Galina interrupted.
"But I already told them there would be samples," Vala
"You infiltrate the
slave-prison, or whatever they call it,
and look for Sam and the others. Meanwhile, I'll keep them
with negotiations, and—"
"She's not kidding,"
said to Galina, then shifted her glowering frown to Vala.
you drunk or high?"
"You don't want to do it?" Vala asked, with a puzzled
do it myself, of
neither of you know enough about the local
scene to pose as traders."
"Not gonna happen," Laura answered, and Galina nodded.
"Oh well," Vala sighed. "I'd hoped it wouldn't come to
this. I suppose we'll have to offer them some weapons
samples as an alternative. Hand me that case," she said,
to a briefcase-size
plastic container stowed on the far side of the bridge.
Laura retrieved the case in question, and Vala popped the
opened the lid. Inside, a half-dozen softball-size spheres
gray metal were nestled in hard foam, as well as what looked
a gold, cuff-style bracelet.
"Goa'uld shock grenades?" Galina asked, skeptically. Shock
grenades were the
Goa'uld equivalent of earthly flash-bangs. Activated and
or tossed into a group of the enemy, they emitted a bright light
piercing sound that rendered all those in the
immediate area unconscious.
"Surely these 'Cat Women' know about shock grenades," Laura
"Oh these are special!"
explained, as she snapped the bracelet around her right
"They're tuned to a specific band of frequencies, and this
She tapped a stud and a jewel on the bracelet began to
"...emits a nullifying field..." She picked up one of the
grenades, pressed the activating stud, and dropped it to the
floor. "...which renders the wearer immune to the effect."
The grenade went off with a loud, oddly musical ping, and a simultaneous,
Galina and Laura stared at each other in shocked disbelief
literally)... there was a pause... then Galina sank into the
chair and Laura
the floor, like marionettes whose strings had been cut.
eyes were closed and their faces were peacefully relaxed, as if
"I'm really quite sorry, ladies," Vala purred, deactivating the
and returning it to the case, "but we simply don't have time to
and I'm sure it will all turn out wonderfully in the end... eventually...
MEANWHILE, DOWN ON
The door of the
slave-kennel slid open and Honna and Kyna entered. Both
the final stages of donning their loincloths and bandeaus.
Sam was still inescapably clamped to the heavy steel of the
upside-down "Y" that was Honna's "slave-frame". She was
panting, with a somewhat embarrassed, rather satisfied smile
on her glowing face. Janet was sprawled on her side at
feet, still bound from shoulders to toes in Kyna's elegant web
crossed between her shoulder blades in a reverse-prayer, and
lashed tightly together. She was panting and glowing as
her expression was rather un-satisfied.
"Well," Honna said, shifting her bandeau to settle her breasts
cups, "there's nothing for it but to sponge them off and fix
"No time for that!" Kyna snapped. She had a pair of
rubber ball-gags in one hand. She knelt and popped one in
mouth, before the diminutive prisoner could protest, and
buckle at the nape
of her neck.
"What's going on?" Sam
demanded. Clearly, something unusual was afoot.
glared at the War-Captain as the second gag filled her mouth.
had begun untying Janet's bonds.
"We've been summoned to a Wise Council meeting," Kyna explained,
taking you along, as possible witnesses."
Sam would have liked to point out the flaw in the logic of
"witnesses", but clearly, now was not the time.
"No time for anything elaborate," Kyna said, addressing
"Just a simple coffle-cuff-tie."
Janet noted the rope-marks around Honna's wrists. She
with her captor, handler, and friend, nodded at her wrists, and
raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
Honna blushed as she untied the final knot. "What, you
don't feel the need to play now and then, Little Healer?"
"And you think I don't
the need to practice my prisoner-handling skills, now and then?"
added. She was busy releasing
the clamps around Sam's ankles, knees, and elbows.
Sam rolled her eyes and huffed through her gag.
Kyna smiled at her blond prisoner. "'Practice turns skill
habit', as my first Squad-Leader used to say." She
cuffs, but immediately reattached their locking
clip as soon they cleared the frame.
Meanwhile, Honna had helped Janet to her feet and was wrapping
around her arms and torso, above and below her breasts.
a square-knot behind her back, passed the ends through the rings
wrist cuffs, took cinching loops
between her arms and body, and then pulled the ends together,
front. Janet's bonds tightened into a box-tie, with her
folded behind her back and the ropes locking her elbows to her
Kyna had exited the kennel, leaving Sam to watch as Honna tied
final, decorative knot between Janet's breasts. She left
dangling free end, appropriate for a leash. Honna gestured
towards the main apartment and
Sam led the way out of the kennel. Kyna had found a second
of rope, and proceeded to bind Sam's upper body to match Janet's
"I suppose you better do something
hair," Kyna remarked. "We don't want to frighten the
rest of the Council." Honna chuckled and went to get
her brush and comb, while Janet glared at the War-Captain. "Oh, if her
thoughts were blades, I
be bleeding," Kyna laughed. Sam's eyes were twinkling
gag, and Janet favored her fellow-earthling with a displeased
Honna returned and began brushing Janet's hair. "Hobbles?"
suggested. Both captives had steel cuffs around their
the moment, they were unattached.
"No time for shuffling," Kyna answered. "We'll
have to run as it is." She tied the final knot, then
brush, stepped behind Sam, and began brushing her short, blond
hair. Meanwhile, Honna retied Janet's "Healer-red" ribbon
around her hair at the nape of her neck, enforcing a tight
"A loincloth for Sam?" Kyna asked.
"Hmm... best they should be the same," Honna said, and pulled
white, red-trimmed loincloth from her body. "Oh, poor
Healer," Honna purred, holding the linen band so all could see
stain where Janet's former crotch-rope had pressed the cloth
sex. "Burning with Gift-need, and now she shall have to
wait even longer."
Janet's cheeks were bright red, and she shifted her glare to
clearly, she was
burning with more than resentment.
Honna kissed Janet's flushed forehead, and then the top of her
head. "The meeting won't last forever, Little Healer," she
said. "Be strong."
Kyna tucked her neatly folded robe under her left arm, took the
Sam's bonds in
her right hand, and walked towards the
The line snapped taut and Sam had no choice but to follow.
"Little Red will have to wait for her turn," she said, "and
we'll all have to
our supper. Now, let's go!"
Honna grabbed her folded robe, and they were off.
city drew a few curious looks from passersby, not
because of the rapid pace Kyna and Honna were setting for their
captives, but because the War-Captain and High Polymath were
dressed. The Pardesse exercised in the nude. The
tell something was happening.
The Wise Council Chamber was on the top level of the city,
equidistant from the Paramount Tower, the War Tower, and the
Learning. They entered through a side entrance and were
led to a
small chamber by an attendant clad in gray.
Janet noted a bas-relief carving above the threshold. It
prisoner and some Pardesse characters she translated as "Slave
Parking". There were waist-height, steel rings with
chains at regular intervals, and below each ring was a small
cushion. More gray-clad attendants hustled them to
rings, attached clips at the end of the chains to their ankle
then handed tokens on small thongs to Kyna and Honna.
"Bind them close," Kyna said, as she passed her left wrist
the thong of Sam's token. "No contact." Then, she
through the door.
Honna gave the earthlings an amused and slightly apologetic
slipped Janet's token on her wrist, and followed.
The attendants manipulated the captives until they were seated
cushions with their legs crossed. They then threaded the
of their former leash lines through the terminal link of their
chains, and pulled. Sam and Janet were forced into crunch
positions, bent forward at the waist with their ankles linked to
chest ropes. Quick-release knots were tied, and the
headed for the door.
"The little red-haired one is full of Need," one remarked.
"No, really?" another
"The War-Captain must really have it in for her."
"That, or she has plans for later."
The attendants paused in the open doorway. "I wouldn't
taking that one to bed, mad with Gift-fever and eager to
"The yellow-haired one could be fun as well. Did you see
eyes? Blue as the sky at double-noon."
"They say the PardaUbar has another
harem, even shorter than the red-hair. She has yellow
hair, but her eyes are normal."
"I heard she has white skin, like snow, and—"
The door closed before Sam and Janet could hear more. Both
still panting and sweating from the sprint to the Council
they were returning to normal... well, Sam was, anyway.
Janet was feeling decidedly desperate. Gift-fever, she
appropriate term. She noted Sam's concerned expression,
to calm herself. Never
shower around when you really need one.
They could hear indistinct voices through the closed door.
speak, then others would interrupt to agree or disagree.
actual council chamber must be quite close. The
speakers droned on and on.
Eventually, Sam found her eyelids drooping. She relaxed in
bonds, as best she could... and dozed off.
Janet, on the other hand, continued to fidget in her bonds; her
sex flushed, and her skin glowing.
attendants had returned and were releasing
them from their
crunch-ties. The ball-gags remained in their mouths, their
were still folded behind their backs and bound, but their
were now unattached. They were
helped to their feet and hustled through the door. The
were handed to an attendant clad in
silver silk. She parted a curtain, and led the captives
what was obviously the main council chamber.
The room was large and circular, with a domed ceiling. The
central well was about twenty meters across and was surrounded
sides by concentric rings of marble desks and seats. In
stadium-like arrangement could accommodate more than a hundred
members and their assistants, but the lowest ring
was comprised of only twelve stations. One was
entirely of polished black marble, and the others were of
The chamber was relatively empty, with only about a couple of
Pardesse present. The central seat of the black station,
throne-like than the rest, was occupied by a woman in an open,
sleeveless, black silk
robe. Honna and Kyna were standing in the well, next to a
in bronze silk.
The attendant led Sam and Janet into the well and brought them
the black station. "Nadu before Zanta, PardaUbar of
Pan-PelluciGor," she intoned.
Janet dropped to her knees and lowered her head. Sam stole
glance at Kyna—the War-Captain
Zanta smiled down at the captives. "The Healer and
the world of men," she mused. "I have heard good things
both." She passed her hand across her mouth and pointed
Sam. The attendant loosened Sam's gag-strap and plucked
from her mouth. "You are a War-Captain of your planet's
is that correct?" Zanta inquired.
Sam licked her lips, raised her head, and nodded. "I am a
'Lieutenant Colonel' in the Air Force of my country. That
is a senior rank, roughly equivalent to 'War-Captain', but my
responsibility is not as great as War-Captain Kyna's. In
service, she would be a 'General'."
"Yes," Zanta purred. "That is consistent with the
your probe-trance interrogation." She nodded towards the
in the bronze silk. "This is Saba,
Guild-Mistress of the Council of Artisan-Engineers."
The woman stepped
forward, and smiled. "I have some questions," she
announced. "If you are a warrior of honor, you will answer
truthfully." She pulled her right hand from the pocket of
Sam's eyes popped wide. Saba was wearing a
"Goa'uld hand device"—a glove-like, metal
apparatus of linked
finger-tip cups, rings, and cuff-bracelet. They were used
by the System Lords as a weapon, or to torture and kill, and she
the intense pain produced by such a device, before. Sam
a deep breath, stood, and braced herself. "There are times
evasion. I don't believe this is such a time."
Saba nodded, then
leaned close. "The Council is already in agreement," she
whispered, quietly, so that only Sam could hear. "This is
a drama, to placate the traditionalists. All you need do
tell the truth." The hand device
began to glow, and she continued in her
normal voice. "The writings of
Bashasti teach that pleasure and truth are one. Answer,
questions of the Wise
gasped, as Saba brought the device in contact with her
sensation was incredible—tickling,
as she had
expected. In fact—Sam gasped again, as
a shudder of pure delight
rippled through her sex and up her spine—it felt good.
It felt very good!
"You came to PelluciGor as a scout of invasion," Saba asked,
"Wh-what? No! Ahhh! No!" Sam responded.
"You came as a prelude to conquest!"
"No!" Sam gasped. "We came in search of knowledge, and
allies." It was becoming very difficult to maintain
control, and to
breath. She squeezed
her eyes tightly closed as the sensations sizzling through her
"You swear that you wish only peace between Earth and
"Yes, p-peace!" Sam answered. "Yes! Yes! Yesss!!"
opened her eyes—and it was as if she
were suspended in space and time, in a universe of infinite
pleasure—and then she found
herself collapsed on the chamber floor, in Saba's arms.
"Easy, brave warrior," Saba whispered, then raised her gloved
addressed the council. "Let all bear witness that this one
truth." A murmur of approval
filled the chamber, and the council members thumped their desks
open palms. Meanwhile, Saba, Honna, and Kyna helped Sam to
Sam's gaze settled on Janet. She was still on her knees,
head was now raised. Sweat beaded her face and body, her
skin was flushed, and her nostrils flared as she
panted for breath.
Zanta's gaze was also on Janet. "Yes," she said in a
tone, "it would appear our little,
red-haired healer would very much like to answer a few
herself." Laughter swept
the chamber as she shifted her gaze
to Honna. "Bringing your charge to this Council in
such a state of Need-sickness?" she asked. "What were you
thinking? Should we call you
'Honna-the-Cruel' from now on?"
Honna chuckled, placed her right hand atop Janet's head, and
eyes with the still panting doctor. "Sorry, Little
said, then raised her voice to answer Zanta. "I
only 'Honna-of-the-Bad-Timing'. The summons was urgent."
"So it was," Zanta chuckled, then turned to Sam, "which brings
to more specific and timely issues." She touched a stud on
armrest of her chair, the lights dimmed, and a holographic image
appeared, hovering in the air above the well of the
"This was recorded by one of our scout-ships, yesterday."
Sam looked up, and tried her best to mask her reaction.
was of the bridge of a Goa'uld ship, possibly an Al'kesh, seen
outside, looking in. The resolution wasn't perfect, but the
the pilot was unmistakable: Vala Mal Doran! She was
of her extensive collection of provocative leather outfits.
"Do you know this woman?" Zanta asked.
"No, I don't" Sam responded.
Zanta touched another stud. "Or these others?" The
rippled and resolved into a new image. Vala had been
two additional leather-clad women. Sam recognized Major
Tolinev, and the other woman, a redhead, might be one of the
assigned to the Atlantis Expedition, but she wasn't sure.
"I don't know them, either," Sam answered.
"That is most curious," Zanta said, "as their ship has made
attempts to activate your communication devices. She
another stud and a voice echoed through the chamber.
the stud, again, and the voice stopped.
sighed. It had been Vala's voice. "All right, they
frowned. "So, you lied."
"We are your
prisoners," Sam responded. "I won't help you take more prisoners."
"Any of my
Janissary Guard would do the same," Kyna growled, "or I'd
order their names stricken from the rolls."
"Oh, I know, I
know," Zanta responded. "Well, what to do?
Your friends in orbit wish to trade for slaves."
said, shaking her head. "A suggestion quite at odds
with the principles you espoused under probe-trance."
could you just once try and play things
"It's a trick," she suggested.
"Of course it
is," Zanta agreed, "a most amusing trick. Honna,
Kyna, you may retire with your charges and make them aware of
authorized by this council. The ship will be ordered to
Parley Mesa tomorrow, at midday." She rose from her
"We are adjourned!"
cried. "Lieutenant Hailey. May I see
her?" Janet forced an imperious noise past her gag.
"May we see
her?" Sam amended.
Hay-lee..." Zanta purred. "I knew I was
something." She focused on Kyna. "Add my Little
the negotiations." She shifted her gaze to Honna.
the love of Bashasti, would you please see to
the needs of your Little
before she explodes?"
members laughed and began to disperse. Zanta
disappeared into a tunnel behind her station.
down at Janet. "I suppose we better do something," she said, then
to Saba. "Since you're already wearing the Glove of Truth,
to do the honors?"
was coy. "So, you're admitting you need my help?"
laughed, then grew serious. "I want
to thank you for helping to place Colonel Sam's interrogation on
record," she answered. She then knelt and pulled Janet
embrace, from behind. Janet tried to kick and squirm from
grasp, but Honna controlled her easily, sitting on the floor and
intertwining her legs with Janet's, forcing her knees
"Settle down, Little Healer," she whispered.
"Do you have
to do it here?"
Sam complained. "Can't we—m'mmpfh!"
restored Sam's gag, and was tightening the buckle.
"Quiet, Sam," she whispered, and embraced her from behind, as
had Janet. They remained on their feet.
between Janet's knees. The glowing
hand-device was approaching
Janet's glistening sex. "She's such a pretty
thing," Saba remarked.
why is she reluctant?" Saba asked. "She is obviously
disapprove of public displays," Honna explained. Her
lips were less than an inch from
Janet's right ear, and her right hand was gently squeezing
breast. "I know your need is great, Little Healer," she
whispered, "but try to resist, for as long as you can. The
release will be all the sweeter."
glove had reached Janet's sex. She struggled and
squirmed as Saba began a slow, gentle massage. "She's
one so small," Saba remarked. "Most who are new to the
just come of age have no control under the glove."
Little Healer," Honna cooed, nuzzling Janet's neck.
Sam yelped in
alarm. Kyna was squeezing her breast
stroking her sex.
strong, as well, Straw-hair," Kyna whispered in Sam's
ear. "I'm going to miss you."
popped wide. Miss
me? Are we going someplace? She forced a
questioning sound past her gag, but Kyna didn't respond.
council members had lingered in the chamber, and were enjoying
the impromptu "questioning" in the well. Janet
continued to struggle and strain against her bonds and Honna's
still trying her best to resist the irresistable pleasure
her most intimate being from the glove.
All in the chamber had felt its touch at one time or another in
lives, and knew what Janet was going through. They felt
pity and envy.
Her Gift-need was
obviously very strong.
impressed, and frankly, aroused,
small captive's struggles became quicker and more
desperate—before she finally
closed her eyes, her body went rigid, and she whined through her
gag. Janet surged against
held her even tighter—she surged again—and finally collapsed in
the High Polymath's arms.
that worth the wait?" Honna whispered in Janet's ear.
IN THE PARAMOUNT TOWER
Hailey tossed and
turned on Zanta's bed for several long, frustrating minutes, to
limits allowed by her single-sleeve, hobbling chains, and the
four-point chains linking her to the bed frame. Charis was
overhead, spread-eagled on a web of taut chains, and helpless in
tight cocoon of silk
ribbons. The distance was such that Hailey could only see
her slave-teacher's eyes were open. They moved now and
only thing that could move—but
her expression. She could guess; however:
frustration... sexual frustration... the same burning tension
herself was feeling.
Sleep seemed impossible, but eventually, Hailey's eyes
experience an indistinct, disturbing, wonderful,
then her eyes
was nude, and was releasing the pair of chains locked to
the central ring of Hailey's hobble. As they were
chains automatically retracted into their housings, slithering
the sheets like glittering steel snakes.
"Did you enjoy
your nap?" Zanta purred.
at her captor through sleepy eyes. She didn't bother
to try to answer. She was gagged, after all, which
the bed, Zanta straddled Hailey's
stomach, and unlocked the remaining pair of chains locked to her
collar. They slithered away, and Hailey was "free" to roll
bed... but for the weight of her captor and her inescapable
close and kissed Hailey's forehead. "Charis calls
you her 'Little Flower'," she said. "I can see why."
cupped Hailey's breasts and gently squeezed. "Your hair is
the silky petals of a Sunset Lily... your pale skin like an
Orchid." She turned Hailey's head and released the knot in
ribbon securing her gag, then plucked the wadded silk from her
and tossed ribbon and scarf away. "I simply can't resist
your nectar before letting you go."
her lips, then her eyes popped wide. "Y-you're
letting me go? You're sending me to the War Tower for
curled in an enigmatic smile. "Something like that,"
she answered. "For tonight... you are still my
will use all the skills you have learned from your slave-teacher
pleasure your Mistress, to the best of your bumbling, naive, adorable ability."
on Charis' mummified form, then shifted to her gloating,
"Please don't punish her," she said. "I-I'll do my best,
don't punish her."
gloating smile became surprisingly kind. "How little you
understand us," she sighed, "even now." She gently
pair of narrow braids framing Hailey's face. "Charis is
correct. You are not a slave. Your concern for my
Pleasure-Slave is that of a warrior for her squad-mate."
blurted. "I... I love her." Her eyes
welled. "I love her."
paused... then kissed Hailey's lips. "I know, Little
Flower. We all love her." She rolled to the side and
reclined on the bed, then pulled Hailey into her arms.
evening meal will be delivered in less than an hour. Are
Her eyes still
wet, Hailey nodded. "Uh-huh."
Hailey, then relaxed. "We'll rest until the food
arrives. You can demonstrate your skill afterwards."
Hailey's cheek and squeezed her left breast. "I'm
sure she is hungry as well, and burning with Gift-need.
watch us share our time together... and later, sometime
shall be released, and she shall know what we call the
Joy-After-Testing. It is what Saraid, Mother of the
and Bashasti, Goddess of Rescue, knew after their
battle. You know the legend, do you not?"
nodded. "But... she's suffering."
"She is earning the
the goddess, Hay-lee," Zanta whispered. "Now, rest."
snuggled her head against Zanta's breast, and willed herself to
relax. She looked up, and her eyes followed every
helpless curve of her slave-teacher's perfect body. The
violet ribbons weren't simply wrapped around Charis' limbs,
head; they were plaited and interwoven in an elaborate,
must have taken a
very long time, she thought,
imagining Charis naked and bound to the web of chains, with a
more of her fellow-slaves wrapping, pleating, and pulling
around her body; the interlaced bands slowly, inexorably
her arms and legs, covering more and more of her tan, toned, perfect skin,
until only her eyes
remained exposed to the air.
"I told you to
rest," Zanta chided, "not shiver and quake with Need."
Hailey responded. Arousal coursed through her body—and she
Charis' condition must be much
whispered, speaking more to her mummified lover, high overhead,
the beautiful Mistress cradling her with her arms and holding
against her body.
aroused, and exhausted, Hailey
closed her eyes and tried to rest, as
she'd been ordered.