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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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Rather than heading
back to the Dome of Learning, Kyna and Honna led
Sam and Janet to Kyna's
in the War Tower. The
War-Captain's orderlies were either
or were occupied elsewhere, but an elaborate
meal had been laid out in the main apartment. Hot items
bowls on a heated metal plate at one end of the low table, and
items were on a chilled plate at the other. Carafes of
and paga were nestled in bowls of ice.
Kyna and Honna removed their robes and bandeaus, then untied Sam
Janet's rope bonds and removed their gags. Clad only in
loincloths, in the case of the Pardesse, and their unattached
ankle cuffs, in the case of the earthlings, hostesses and guests
reclined on the cushions and began enjoying the meal.
Janet spoke first, between delicate bites of a slice of dark
with something resembling a pesto of chopped vegetables and
fish. "So, what is it the Council wants you to tell us?"
Honna smiled. "That will require some background
"Of course it will," Kyna sighed, winked at Sam and Janet, and
hand to mimic a talking head. "Blah, blah, blaaah,
Sam and Janet laughed, and Honna favored her friend
with a less-than-amused expression.
"All right," Kyna laughed,
"I suppose we do need
explain the motivations behind the proposal."
"If there are no further rude
drawled, and the others shook their smiling heads. "Let me
see... The Pardesse number a little more than one million
individuals. Most are on PelluciGor, but some are on
carefully cloaked and shielded colonies and bases in this and
neighboring systems. We have abundant mineral and
resources, so our extended economy is a closed loop.
generations ago, one of our greatest scholars developed what has
to be called the Quiescence Theory."
"Eventually, the Pardesse genetic reservoir will collapse," Kyna
in a dismissive tone. "Of course, it is also true that eventually
will burn out, or that a neighboring star will explode."
"Wait," Janet interrupted. "One million individuals, and
you don't reproduce by
Granted, you're long-lived and have a low reproductive rate, but
anything approaching one-to-one replacement, there should be
enough genetic mixing."
Sam paused in the act of sipping from her glass.
"No cloning. So... where do the babies come from?"
Janet smiled, sweetly. "Well, Sam, sometimes, when a mommy
love each other very much—"
"There are no daddies, wise-ass!" Sam
glaring at her friend in mock hostility. "So what is it,
"Actually," Honna said, "the
procedure is simple. It is relatively easy to persuade two
to exchange genetic material."
"They've been doing it for a very long time," Janet noted,
the face of Sam's continuing glare.
"So," Sam said, shifting her attention to Honna, "what's the
"There is a mathematical possibility that our population could
into a state of insufficient diversity," Honna explained.
"That's the theory, anyway," Kyna added.
"The threat is vanishingly small," Honna said, "but the solution
"Broaden the gene pool." Janet suggested.
"Exactly," Honna nodded.
"We tried that, a few generations ago," Kyna said, "and were almost discovered by the
"We sent ships to trade for slaves," Honna explained.
at me like that," she added, noting Sam and Janet's negative
reactions. "Any women purchased would have been fully
into the Pardesse."
"Okay," Sam conceded, "so what happened?"
"The System Lords discovered that an unknown people with
weaponry had appeared," Kyna said. "You can guess the
"They descended on this part of the galaxy with a combined
"Yes," Kyna nodded. "Luckily, the actual location of
unknown. We engaged their fleet in a neighboring system
deceived them into thinking we had been destroyed. The
Council decreed that there would be no further contact with
"But now that's changed," Janet suggested, "because we made first contact."
"Oh my god!" Sam laughed, "I get it! It's like a bad 50's
movie: 'PelluciGor Wants
we'd agree to sell you women,"
continued, "at any price."
"They don't need women, Sam," Janet said, "only eggs." She
focused on Honna. "Or would any nucleated cell do?"
Honna nodded. "In any case,"
"there are... ethical considerations."
"We would offer scientific and scholarly information, in
"Information?" Sam asked. "Could you be more precise?"
"Sam!" Janet scolded her friend. "You can't seriously be
"They don't need us, Janet," Sam stated. "We've already
them an update on recent history, via our 'probe-trance'
interrogations. The System Lords have fallen. They
gather all the, uh, 'nucleated cells' they want. This way
we have influence, at
least, and, hopefully, a new ally."
Janet nodded. "Well... I suppose it isn't that different from a
sperm bank or a fertility clinic."
"There will be careful limits on what we will share," Kyna
"and we will screen the background and achievements of the
the cell samples you supply."
"What sort of limits?" Sam inquired.
"We will supply basic science texts and general surveys of
technological principles," Kyna said. "We will not provide
information that will lead to rapid advancement,
especially with respect to weapons technology."
"Sounds like more than we get from the Tok'ra and the Asgard,"
"The Asgard gave us shields and transporters," Janet noted.
"They gave us sealed components and sub-assemblies that we can't
answered. "We still have very little understanding of the
responded, then turned to Honna. "What about medical
"We will be more forthcoming," the High-Polymath said, "in order
to alleviate suffering. We will provide design
full explanations of our simplest healing devices. Further
advancement will require original research, building on the
"This sounds generous and reasonable," Sam said. "Of
superiors would like to
able to upgrade our ships' shields, cloaks, and beam weapons immediately, but I
"There is an additional requirement we have not yet discussed,"
"Yes?" Sam responded.
"The Pardesse will only deal with you, Sam," Kyna continued,
Healer Janet. We shall give you technology that will allow
and you alone, to access our... 'stargate'?"
"That is the term they use for the chap'ai," Honna confirmed.
"Can we bring others with us?" Sam asked.
"No men!" Kyna and Honna answered in unison, and all four
"Contact will be very limited," Kyna continued, "at least for
"You must understand that opposition to this plan still exists,"
explained. "Best we keep our direct dealings on a very low
Sam and Janet exchanged a knowing look. "Politics," they
The food was all but gone. "We can solidify the details
Honna suggested, stifling a yawn.
"What about Vala?" Sam asked. "We'll be there when she
"Oh yes," Kyna answered, sipping a cup of paga. "We have a
for dealing with your 'rescuers'."
"Nothing harmful, of course," Honna added quickly.
"What plan?" Sam demanded.
Kyna smiled, but didn't answer. She climbed to her feet,
to Janet, and hauled her to
"Hey!" Janet protested. "What are you doing?"
Kyna had produced steel clips from a carved box on a nearby
and was in the process of locking Janet's wrist cuffs behind her
Janet glowered at the towering War-Captain. "Is this
Kyna had forced Janet to the floor and locked her ankle cuffs
together with a second clip.
Sam and Honna exchanged a knowing glance, and rolled their eyes.
"I suppose you want me to assume the bara?" Sam asked. "Or
you rather wrestle?"
Kyna pointed to Janet's prostrate, helpless, naked, and rather peeved form. "I suppose I want you to pick
Little Healer and take her to the kennel, before I find my whip
warm your bottom."
Sam and Honna rolled their eyes again, but Sam hurried to carry
"In the cage," Kyna ordered, once they reached the apartment's
Sam sighed, opened the door of the meter-and-a-half cube of
closely-spaced, steel bars, and deposited Janet on the
covering the floor.
"Inside," Kyna ordered.
"She is inside," Sam
"Don't be coy," Kyna purred.
Sam sighed, crawled inside, straddling her friend, and pulled
closed. Kyna tapped her pinkie ring to the lock mechanism
bolts evenly spaced around the frame closed with an
"Is she always such a bitch?" Janet asked.
"No, sometimes she's a mean bitch,"
Honna laughed. She was leaning on the kennel-chamber's
frame. "Try to
get some sleep," she said, then turned and strolled back into
Kyna grinned, picked up a large coil of rope, and exited the
kennel-chamber. The door slid closed and locked.
Sam sighed, dragged Janet a few inches to the side, until she
oriented on the cage floor's diagonal, then lay next to
can stretch out this way," she explained, "you especially."
"Very funny," Janet huffed.
Sam smiled. "I'm sorry," she said, and kissed Janet's
"You know the short jokes don't mean anything."
"Not from you,
conceded, "but the frustrating part is I can't zing you back.
Take that, blond, gorgeous, genius!"
"You think I'm gorgeous?" Sam cooed, then reached out and gave
left breast a gentle squeeze. "That's so sweet."
Just then, they were interrupted by noise from the main
apartment. It was Honna's voice, muffled by the thick,
door, but still intelligible.
Ow! Not so tight!
I can't bend any further! M'mmpfh!!"
"Bitch!" Sam and Janet said in unison, then laughed.
"Now..." Sam gave Janet's breast another squeeze. "Where
"Uh, Sam," Janet said, "I'm not in 'Need' any more, remember?"
"But I haven't thanked you for satisfying my Need, back in Honna's kennel," Sam
gave her nipple a playful tweak.
"Ow!" Janet complained, even though the tweak hadn't really been
painful. Both her nipples were now fully erect... as were
Sam's. Janet's nostrils flared. "Honna
claims that eventually we'll gain some measure of control over
pheromonal aspect of the Gift."
Sam's sniffed the musk-laden air, and her smile broadened.
obviously... not yet."
Janet shook her head. "Months, maybe—as much as a
Young girls who can't control themselves are something of a
in Pardesse culture."
"Yeah, Kyna told me a few 'warrior-student' jokes." Sam said.
"Funny stuff?" Janet asked, squirming under Sam's continuing
"I laughed," Sam admitted. She didn't mention that
at the time she had been bound to Kyna's pleasure-rack and was
Janet shivered, then smiled and gazed into Sam's eyes.
heard the one about the two 'alien invaders' locked in the
Sam's right hand slid down to cup Janet's sex. "Haven't
it..." She slowly, gently eased her middle finger between
labia, and brushed the tip of the nail against her
"...but I can guess the punchline."
THE NEXT MORNING
Hailey opened her
eyes, then stretched. The memories of the previous night
flooding back: Bound and helpless, she had serviced Zanta,
times—then Zanta had serviced her—then she had serviced
being released from her bonds... and then they
cuddled. It was wonderful!
again and looked up. Her eyes
focused on the steel ring and its web of chains—and she sat
bolt-upright in the tangle of teal and violet sheets.
Charis was gone! The ring and its web of chains was still
supporting the silk panels of the
bed's canopy, but there was no sign of Charis' perfect body,
and mummified or otherwise! I
must have really been out of it, Hailey mused. They took
her away and I slept right through it.
Hailey looked around. Zanta was gone as well, but that was
surprise. The "PardaUbar of Pan-PelluciGor" probably had
places to be at once, at any hour of the day or night.
in bed to toy with her exotic, alien sex-toy was probably low on
Near the desk area Hailey could see an open door she didn't
being there before, and beyond was a
brightly lit space. She went to investigate, and found a
luxuriously appointed bath. Should she wait for permission
the facilities? Her bladder urgently voted NO! The punishment for piddling on the
PardaUbar's floor has to be
worse than the punishment for initiative,
she reasoned, then padded into the bathroom and relieved
There was also a shower, with a stack of towels in a nearby
niche. In for a
the controls, quickly wet, soaped, and rinsed her body, then
toweled herself dry. She was working on her hair when she
collar was gone! What
mean? she wondered. Zanta
"Would Mistress like assistance dressing?" a familiar voice
"Charis!" Hailey squealed, and rushed to embrace her
slave-teacher. The naked slave had been holding a stack of
cloth and leather items, but they were now scattered on the
Hailey noted the brown leather boots and harness and the
and loincloth at her feet, but her main attention was on Charis.
"Mistress!" Charis objected. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, sorry, Slave-Teacher," Hailey said, dropped to the floor,
assumed the position of obesience.
again, this time in a very scandalized
to her feet, and knelt, herself. "Mistress is no longer a
slave," she said. "Mistress must behave with the proper
"Oh, sorry," Hailey responded, again... then smiled. "Wait
minute. If I'm a 'Mistress', why are you being so bossy?"
"Sorry, Mistress," Charis whispered, and pressed her forehead to
floor. "Forgive me, Mistress."
"Oh, don't get all... Wait, look at me."
Charis lifted her chin. The suppressed smile tugging at
her full, perfect lips was unmistakable.
"Get up here," Hailey ordered. Charis stood, and they
embraced. "Are you okay?" Hailey asked.
"I am well," Charis answered.
Hailey wasn't so sure. Charis' skin was glistening with
her eyes had a slightly haunted, slightly fevered look.
uh, relieved your tension?"
"No, Mistress," Charis said.
"Then, why... She left you up there for hours!
Aren't you... hot?"
"I am a pleasure slave of the first rank. I am in control—ahh! That's not helping, Mistress."
Hailey's right hand was between Charis' legs, gently stroking
"Please, Mistress," Charis whispered, shivering in Hailey's
"Hold, slave," Hailey ordered, and nuzzled Charis' throat.
"Ahh! I have orders, Mistress. I am to help you
see to your needs as you eat breakfast."
"How much time do we have?" Hailey asked, continuing to caress
"Th-three hours, Mistress."
"Three hours," Hailey repeated. Clearly, this was a gift,
Zanta. "More than enough time," she purred.
"Silence, slave!" Hailey barked. "Lesha!"
Charis spun on her heels in a graceful half-turn—tossing her
that her hair fanned—and crossed her wrists at the small of her
Hailey looked around for something with which to bind her
try ripping up a sheet, but that would be pushing Zanta's
hospitality beyond reasonable limits.
Charis cleared her throat, and nodded towards a shallow alcove
far side of the desk area.
Hailey could see hairline, rectangular lines in the marble, and
the alcove was a built-in cabinet. "Follow me," she
padded to the alcove, with Charis close behind. She opened
drawer and discovered neatly coiled hanks of rope and cord, all
Hailey selected a meter of thin cord and
used it to bind Charis' wrists. "I believe you taught me
resistance heightens the pleasure of release, does it not?"
Charis nodded. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered. She
still quaking from the effects of Hailey's teasing caress.
Hailey reached up, grabbed a handful of Charis' hair, and pulled
close, until their faces were less than an inch apart. "I
you to crawl
to the center of the bed, get on your back, and spread your
I'm going to use every trick you taught me, everything that
slave-students taught me, and everything Zanta taught me last
night. You are not to cum
until I give you permission."
"I... I'll try, Mistress," Charis answered. Her lips
curled in a
sly smile. "Mistress is most cruel," she purred.
Hailey kissed Charis' lips. Their lips smacked and tongues
entwined, and the kiss lasted several long seconds.
Hailey broke contact. "I've had
excellent teachers," she whispered, and released Charis'
"On your belly," she ordered.
Charis dropped to her knees, then onto her stomach, and began
slithering across the smooth, black marble, towards the waiting
Hailey followed, slowly padding in her wake. "Uh... I'm
not being too mean,
am I?" she asked
"Quiet, Little Flower," Charis responded. "You'll ruin
"Oh, sorry," Hailey answered. Her smile broadened. It's fun being on top, she
decided, "Pick up the pace, slave!" she snarled.
"Yes, Mistress," Charis sighed, and surged forward, dragging her
breasts, stomach, and thighs across the cool marble.
As she made her
approach, Vala noted the flat, teardrop-shape of the top of
the mesa. A large, grassy ring with a stone border was
obviously the landing site, and the point of the teardrop was
occupied by a stone platform with a stone arch. About a
women were present, all clad in skimpy gray or green costumes,
were armed with bronze rifles of some sort.
Vala deployed the landing struts, eased the ship to the ground,
tapped the console, triggering the software routine that locked
controls. Now, the ship's systems would only respond to
password. Of course, given the advanced technology of her
"trading partners", the actual level of security this provided
questionable, but she had to try.
She walked back to the cargo area, and smiled. "We've
ladies," she announced.
Laura and Galina were standing against a bulkhead, held in place
cargo net, a precaution Vala had taken in case there was
during the descent from orbit.
Both had been stripped to their boots, but Vala had given each a
silk loincloth that matched the color of their footwear,
case of Laura, and saddle-brown for Galina. The garments
than broad silk ribbons, encircling their waists, passing
legs, barely covering
crotches, and providing no coverage at all for their
Quick-release bows were tied on their right hips, in case the
wanted to examine the merchandise.
Steel shackles with hobbling chains were locked around their
ankles. Their arms were raised and their wrists and
locked in rigid steel stocks, enforcing a permanent,
pose, with their useless hands a foot to either side of their
faces. Rubber ball-gags with black leather straps stifled
complaints, and taut, clear rubber panels stretched over the
their mouths controlled the inevitable drool. Their hair
combed back and held in tight ponytails by silk ribbons that
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Vala chided, as she released
cargo net. "I've pulled this scam many times before, and it
leather leashes to rings dangling from the collar portions of
yokes, and pulled them towards the cargo loading doors.
it works half the time, anyway... almost." She punched the
overrode the airlock, and both the outer and inner doors began
open. "Remember," she said, in a conspiratorial whisper,
yokes are set to automatically unlock in three hours, and the
your shackles are in hidden compartments inside the collars, along
lock-picks and a few other useful things. Once they put
get free, find the others, and... well... Samantha will know
do, if she hasn't done it already. If things don't go
get you out. I promise."
The doors finished opening, and waiting some distance from the
deploying ramp they could see a group of armed Cat Women.
right then, it's show time! Chins up, breasts out, eyes
betrayal and resentment—Perfect!—and off we
Vala led her "merchandise" down the ramp, and was met by a woman
in a gray bikini, black leather knee-boots, and a black leather
harness. A bronze pistol was holstered on her right hip
maroon ribbon was wrapped and tied around her left wrist.
"Greetings!" Vala said, smiling brightly. "I am—"
The woman raised her right hand. "Please wait until my
Just then, there was a blue flash across the
clearing. The arch at the stone platform was rippling with
tendrils of blue lightning, and female figures were appearing in
walking into the clearing as if from out of thin air.
"How very clever," Vala purred. "You have a transport
system." The woman warrior with the maroon ribbon was busy
Laura and Galina. Vala turned back to the arch. The
arrivals included more warriors clad in green, a woman in white,
In the middle of the group were Samantha Carter and Janet
Fraiser! Both were naked, with steel shackles on their
steel collars around their throats, and ball-gags strapped in
mouths. Their hands were behind their backs, and Vala
they were not there by choice. As they came closer, Vala
chains that seemed to be linking their hobble chains with the
Despite their captivity, they looked good—tan and
they looked better than Vala remembered. The two of them
easy on the eyes—physically fit, nice
figures, even features, etc.,
doctor was rather short, but she had quite a
pair of knockers, as the earthlings called them, and that adorably cute, pixie
And Samantha... well, Samantha was Samantha.
Their expressions were—difficult to
read, ball-gags not withstanding. There didn't seem to be
fear, even carefully controlled
fear; but they weren't exactly at ease, either.
As they came closer, Vala could see that the green uniforms were
actually a mottled mish-mash of jungle colors, predominately green.
boots and harnesses were brown suede. The lead woman
pistol rode her right hip. In fact, all the natives were
brunettes, and very beautiful.
gene pool, Vala mused, but
certainly high quality!
"I am Kyna, War-Captain of the Pardesse," the leader announced,
indicated the white-clad woman at her side. "This is
She... reads books." Honna glared at Kyna, and the
smiled. "All right, she is one of our greatest scholars
Honna smiled, then turned to Vala. "And you are...?"
"I am Vala of the Klingons," Vala answered, "a peaceful but
well-armed consortium of traders specializing in fine female
breeding stock." She indicated Laura and Galina.
two of our average specimens, to give you an idea of the quality
"Remarkable," Honna said, gazing at Laura. She turned to
Janet. "I thought your
red, Little Healer, but this one is... red."
Kyna laughed. "I believe you know these two," she said,
towards Sam and Janet.
"Uh... I do indeed," Vala responded. "I see they are your
prisoners. Good! They are Samantha Carter and Janet
Fraiser, well-known enemies of
Empire, and I would
very much like to negotiate for their purchase."
"I see," Kyna said. Then, in one swift
she drew her pistol and shot Vala squarely in the chest.
beam enveloped the startled "Klingon" in an azure glow, and she
collapsed to the grass.
Laura and Galina watched this development with wide-eyed alarm—which turned
to confusion when
forward and delivered a business-like kick to the calf of Kyna's left boot; as
business-like as her hobbling chain would allow, anyway.
knelt and gazed at the unconscious Vala with concern.
took her by the shoulders, gently lifted her to her feet, and
"Not to worry, Little Healer," Kyna laughed, holstering her
"It's on its lowest setting." She indicated Vala and her
two "average specimens", then turned to one of her
Air-Armada vessel will be arriving within the hour with
equipment," she said. "These three will be taken on board
back to Pardé. They will be interrogated and Gifted, en
route... and I want the Guard-Leader to understand that this time the Air-Crew will take the lead
Gifting. The Jungle-Cats had their turn. The
get first shot at this lot, understand?"
"Yes, War-Captain," the aide responded, then motioned to the
immediate area. Two of them lifted Vala's limp form and
her away. Two others took hold of Laura and Galina's
followed in their wake.
"Thank you, War-Captain," one of the gray-clad warriors said.
"Very generous, War-Captain," another "Cloud-Cat" added, and
As they were being dragged away, Laura and Galina made eye
Sam and Janet. They forced
well-muffled complaints past their gags and tried to resist, but
Once the newcomers were at some distance, Kyna loosened Sam's
and plucked the rubber sphere from her mouth. Honna did
"That was mean!" Janet
"And unnecessary," Sam added. "If you'd allowed me to
could have ordered them to cooperate."
"And what would be the fun in that?" Kyna purred.
"They'll be all right," Honna added, and kissed Janet's
"We'll head back to the city right away. Saba is hosting a
tonight, and you are the guests-of-honor."
"I've been meaning to ask," Sam said to Kyna. "Why do you
slow-moving airships for transport when you have the
"Phased quantum gravity lift technology is highly efficient,"
explained, "and once their drag-shields and inertial dampeners
engaged, our airships aren't
"I see," Sam responded, turning with Kyna and heading back
arch platform. "I'd very much like an explanation of
the basic principles."
"I'm sure you would," Kyna answered with a sly smile.
Janet was watching Laura and Galina's now very distant
Vala had been deposited on the ground, and the warriors who had
carrying her were now busy stripping off her costume.
"They are going to be
all right, aren't
they?" she asked.
Honna favored Janet with an amused pout. "I believe I am
insulted that you continue to express concern," she intoned.
Janet sighed, turned, and allowed herself to be led after Sam
Kyna. "I'm sorry, she muttered, "but after we get home,
and that redhead,
whoever she is, probably won't speak to Sam and me for months...
"And what of the deceiver, Vala?"
Janet shrugged. "None
us will speak to her."
"I fear that even now
underestimate the ameliorative value of
Bashasti's Gift," Honna purred.