(& Jennifer Hailey) in...
WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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new captor, Kyna. With her
athletic figure, even
high cheekbones, and dark eyes, she was
certainly an attractive woman. Daniel and
Mitchell would be falling all over themselves, were they here.
Meanwhile, the process of restraining Janet continued; but the
diminutive doctor seemed more concerned with Sam's prediciment
own. "Get her out of all
that!" she shouted, nodding in Sam's direction. "Ow! Watch
amazon had finished binding her wrists, had raised them until
forearms were parallel,
and was using loops of the same rope to bind her arms to her
sides. "Can't you see she's in pain? Cut her loose—M'mmpfh!"
second amazon had stepped forward, blocking Sam's view.
passed, she stepped back, and now Sam could see that her friend
wadded cloth stuffed in her mouth and a second cloth folded and
between her teeth as a cleave-gag. Janet kicked,
squirmed, and mewled a constant stream of well-muffled protests
complaints at her captors.
The amazons, Kyna included, were obviously amused and impressed
Janet's brave resistance. "Don't let her overpower you!"
cautioned, and the other amazons laughed. The War-captain
back to Sam. "Feisty and wild," she cooed, "like the other
Sam's eyebrows lifted. 'Tiny
"And what of you, Straw-hair?" Kyna continued, speaking directly
Sam. "Will you cause trouble, after we cut you out of the
Grimbors' bonds?" Suddenly, Kyna gasped in
"What is it, War-captain?" one of the other amazons asked.
she injured? Should I call for the ship's healer?"
"No, no," Kyna responded, waving a hand. She reached into
on her harness and produced a small, bronze object. She
gave it a
twist, and it emitted a cone of white light. Kyna leaned
and shone the light directly into Sam's eyes. "Blue!
as the sky!"
Sam blinked several times, but, of course, was powerless to turn
"Blue?" the other amazon asked.
Kyna turned off the light and returned it to its pouch.
sky," she repeated. "A detail not in the report from the Little One's
else did Honna fail to learn?"
'The Little One'? Sam
noted. It had to be Hailey!
"In all fairness," the other amazon said, "would any of us have
to ask the Sleen-cub if her companions had freakish eyes?"
"Too true," Kyna laughed, gestured towards Sam, then turned and
One of the amazons stepped behind Sam, slung her weapon, drew
knife, and began cutting her free from the cage.
Meanwhile, Kyna lifted the diminutive Doctor's chin, and gazed
eyes. Janet glared back in angry defiance. "This
are normal enough." She lifted a strand of Janet's
"...but her hair is different. Not as strange as the two
but almost... red... like clay from the Borgo riverbed, only
"Perhaps it is the light," the other amazon suggested.
"Perhaps," Kyna agreed, then jumped back, as Janet tried to kick
between the legs. Kyna and the others laughed, and the
had tied her grabbed a handful of the doctor's hair and forced
knees. "Finish binding her," Kyna said, "before I'm the one that needs the
The amazons howled with laughter, but Sam noted that the
their eyes from the surrounding jungle, or their hands from
rifles. Janet was forced to the
ground, then onto her back, and one of the amazons seized and
in the air. Another
stripped off the doctor's moccasins, then bound her ankles, the
insteps of her
feet, and her big toes. Janet squirmed and struggled, but
her captors were too strong. Next, both warriors drew
severed the thongs securing Janet's bandeau and bottom.
garments were stripped away, and Janet was now as naked as Sam;
not nearly as
Freeing Sam from the wicker cage took some time, as the
lashings of wood-on-wood and the cords connected to Sam's
bonds had to
be carefully severed, so as not to cut her skin. But,
task was accomplished.
Sam was carried to the middle of the clearing and deposited on
grass next to Janet. Lying beside her fellow prisoner,
of the gremlin's rope bonds intact, she was pathetically
helpless. Neat, intertwined, and elaborately hitched
criss-crossed and encircled her body from shoulders to toes—from toes to
crown of her head,
if you counted the rope harness anchoring her gag. Janet's
were superficial, by comparison—inescapable, yes—but
up. The dark shape she'd noted earlier was some kind of
hovering silently in the dark sky. She couldn't make out
detail, but it appeared to be entirely made of wood, and it
her of something she'd
seen in a video game demo at the Citadel Mall in Colorado
Springs. The name of the game had been Final...
something. It wasn't important. What was important,
however, was what their captors would do
And what they did next
what was obviously their version of a hand radio, and a
bundle was lowered from the ship on the end of a long
troops released the cable, then unfolded the bundle to reveal
much smaller bundles.
The overlying tarp was spread in the center of the clearing, and
and Janet were lifted, carried, and deposited, side-by-side, at
end. The small bundles were stacked opposite.
Kyna unslung her weapon and handed it to one of her troops, then
cross-legged, next to the bundles. The remaining amazons
to the far end of the clearing and stood together in a group.
A spotlight from the ship illuminated the tarp, and seconds
horn sounded a mournful, three-note call. The
horn went silent.
"Grimbor!" Kyna shouted. "Come and trade! The
not thieves! Come and trade!"
Seconds passed... then a gremlin appeared at the edge of the
tarp. Sam was reasonably sure it was King Gremlin
The tiny figure's body was covered in the gray, brown, and black
stripes Sam had come to recognize as his default coloration, and
addition to his fur loincloth, he was now wearing a necklace of
teeth. "Welcome, Pardesse," he said, in his
high-pitched, rasping voice, and sat cross-legged, mimicking
"For the captives..." Kyna selected two bags, opened their
drawstrings, and emptied them on the tarp. They were
glass beads in various shapes, half in shades of green, and half
amber. "Six bags."
"Eight bags," King Gremlin responded, "for each."
"Six bags, for each," Kyna countered.
"Six bags for each, and blades of metal. Eight hands of
Kyna reached for another bundle, untied its string closure, and
unrolled a bundle of metal shards They were tiny knives,
attached handles. They appeared to be specially made for
hands, or perhaps they were small woodworking blades made for a
King Gremlin nodded at the blades, then pointed at Sam.
replace what the Grimbor wasted catching that one. Five
"Three times," Kyna bartered, "but quality stuff; and ten rolls
"Deal!" King Gremlin shouted, and hopped to his feet.
"Wait," Kyna said, and the Grimbor chieftain sat back
at the bundles behind her. "More blades, ax heads, spear
rope, cloth, beads, and water
pots. The Pardesse want all the metal things of the
strangers. Their cloth and rope are yours, but we want all
strange hard things."
King Grimbor gazed at Kyna for several seconds. "Why?" he
"Bad magic," Kyna responded.
King Grimbor nodded, then gestured behind his back.
passed, then a line of gremlins appeared, carrying pieces of Sam
Janet's gear. The P90, both G.D.O.'s and radios, two
four clips of P90 ammo, and two clips of ammo for Janet's lost
pistol were deposited on the tarp. There were also various
and pieces from Janet's aid kit, as well as various metal and
fragments from the rest of the miscellaneous gear they'd kept in
pouches of their vests. Last of all came Sam's watch and
Kyna waited until the gremlin parade was over, then selected the
G.D.O.'s, radios, ammo clips, the watch and dog tags, and
that looked largely intact. "The rest is Grimbor booty,"
King Gremlin stepped to the edge of the tarp and gave a little
with a nod of her head. "The Pardesse
are not thieves," he said, then vanished
into the jungle.
"Let's go!" Kyna shouted.
One of the amazons bundled the bartered earth equipment while
hauled Sam and Janet to their bound feet. Long ropes, with
at periodic intervals, were lowered from the ship. The
planted their booted feet in the loops, and the ones holding the
prisoners made sure their feet were on a loop, as well. The
had time to exchange one last commiserating look, then the ropes
raised to the ship, taking the amazons, Sam, and Janet with
Kyna was the last to depart. The entire withdrawal of the
force took less than thirty seconds.
The spotlight winked out, and the ship began to pull away,
heading for the far rim of the crater. Behind, in the
King Gremlin was supervising the repacking and hauling of the
of booty, including the underlying tarp.
BACK IN THE CITY
beside her "Slave-teacher". Both were still shining with
but their breathing had returned to normal. Hailey's
bonds were still as tight and inescapable as ever, despite her
exertions. The bridge
between the dome and the tower led
to a narrow passage, which, in turn, led to a descending spiral
Whatever it was that Charis wanted to show her, it was
located deep inside the
For most of the journey their way was lit by glowing
strips of glass tiles set in the ceiling, but eventually they
came to a
gently curving corridor, and the light faded. They
see a gentle glow ahead. The dressed blocks of the walls
way to a mosaic of stone tiles. Most of the tiles were
but important elements, like
human or animal figures, were comprised of blocks of colored
crystal or glass, lit from behind.
"Behold, the Saga of the Panther-girls," Charis said. Her
reverential, almost religious.
The style reminded Hailey of both Egyptian tomb paintings and
mosaics. There was limited use of perspective, but the
were strikingly realistic, within the limits of the medium.
The first section showed male figures, dressed in tunics or
armor, busily stabbing or whacking on each other with swords,
spears. Cities burned in the background, and women were
or were being raped by the men. All the females
metal collars around their necks and were either dressed in
or were altogether naked.
"Gor, the planet of our origin," Charis
"Ruled by the mindless, brutal animals called men. All
slaves, whether they heard the call of the collar... or
war... famine... hunger... suffering."
They continued down the corridor, and Hailey could see a number
women, naked, but for their collars, fleeing into the
"But not all women would submit to the men of Gor. Some
cities and lived as outlaws. They taught themselves to
learned to defend themselves with stolen weapons." As they
strolled, Hailey saw the women
dueling with swords, bending bows, and dancing around a
of them had long, brown or black hair, brown eyes, and strong,
bodies. Their collars were gone, and they were clothed in
loincloths and bandeaus of dark pelts. "The women hid in
called them 'Panther-girls', because of their ferocity and
attire. They hunted them like animals, but with little
and sometimes, the hunters became the hunted."
There was a section devoted to the rape of a bound, captive male—then a
woman being cared for by the others—and finally, a
woman holding a female infant above her head.
"And then came... The Testing," Charis intoned. The next
the mosaic depicted an epic battle between one of the women and
black cat. "The Chieftess Saraid was hunting one
day, and she was attacked by a panther. Her
spear and sword broke on the beast's
claws, so she went close and grappled with her opponent."
mosaic clearly showed the panther's jaws closed on Saraid's
shoulder, and it had its claws out, but
for some reason neither teeth nor claws were cutting the woman's
skin. "They fought and
fought," Charis continued.
"Let me guess," Hailey said. "Forty days and forty
Charis gave Hailey an odd look. "Don't be silly. How
you fight for forty days and forty nights? It was four days and four nights."
Hailey suppressed a smile. "Yes, I can see how that's much more reasonable."
"Anyway," Charis continued, "they fought and fought and
fight no more. Both collapsed in exhausted slumber, and
Saraid awoke, she found herself lying with a beautiful woman
long, black hair, and skin as pale as polished ivory." She
reached out and gave Hailey's left breast a gentle
"Pale, like your skin,
A thrill shuddered up Hailey's spine. "Charis, stop,"
she begged, in a whisper.
Charis pulled her close and planted a kiss on her pouting
"Greedy Little Flower," she cooed, "trying to distract me from
story." She turned back to the mosaic. There was a
particularly striking image of the two women, Saraid and the
transformed panther, in a close embrace. Both were naked,
and silhouetted by the rays of a rising sun. The panther
swirled around them both, like ribbons of black silk. "And
that the Pardesse became children of the goddess Bashasti, and
journey to PelluciGor began."
Hailey frowned at the mosaic. There was something above
embracing women, something hovering in the air. It was
to judge the scale. It could have been a triangular hat,
gasped. It was a Goa'uld motherhip! "That's a ha'tak!"
Charis nodded, formed a triangle with her fingers and thumbs,
began to sing.
"Ha'tak, ha'tak, city
We learn it as children. The goddess brought all the
Panther-girls to PelluciGor, and we became her servants, slaves,
City of Bashasti, flying in space;
swift as the arrow;
Take the Pardesse home!
"Is that what you
the 'Goddess Gift'?" Hailey asked. "What's
to do with me?"
Charis shook her head. "The Goddess Gift is something else
entirely, and a later part of the saga. I'll continue the
another time; but for now..." She stepped away, down the
corridor; then turned and made a beckoning gesture. "Come,
Flower, to what I really brought
Hailey took one last look at the two embracing women of the
mosaic—or more correctly,
one woman, and what was almost certainly a Goa'uld in a female,
pattered after her slave-teacher.
to a junction of several passageways, including the start
of another spiral staircase. Charis took hold of Hailey's
shoulder, and they descended into ever-growing darkness.
"Where are we going?" Hailey asked.
Hailey sighed. "Where are we going, Slave-teacher?"
"I have decided to show you one of our Mistress' many
Hailey frowned. "Playroom?"
Charis smiled and raised an index finger to her lips.
"Hush, Little Flower."
The stairs finally ended and they continued down a
straight, narrow corridor to a closed door. Charis tapped
pinky ring to the door switch, a musical chime sounded, and the
slid open. With Charis' hand still on Hailey's shoulder,
crossed the threshold.
Hailey squinted in the sudden, increased light. Her
adjusted—and she gasped.
"What the hell?"
A naked slave was suspended by chains in the middle of the
her dangling body brightly lit
from above. Broad, heavy leather cuffs were buckled and
around her wrists and ankles, but she was not spreadeagled. Her
predicament was far more
Her ankles and wrists were above
her head and she was bent forward
at the waist, in an extreme crunch, with her head
between her knees. Broad leather
straps belted her thighs to her
arms and passed behind her head, forcing it forward. A
half-helmet of skin-tight leather covered her eyes, ears, and
hair. Only her nose, mouth, and chin were exposed. A
ball-gag was strapped in her mouth, and she was drooling on her
prominently displayed sex. It was like some obscene
frozen in space and time and enforced by leather
restraints, chains, and gravity.
"It is not as bad as it looks," Charis said. "She is at
of a lifting field, and her bonds are designed to be
comfortable." Charis walked a slow circle around the
helpless victim. "Of course, the position itself is very uncomfortable, especially
The slave was in excellent physical condition, like all of the
Pardesse Hailey had encountered—soldier, artisan, or
muscles were well-defined, and her smooth, well-tanned skin
in the bright light with a patina of sweat. Her hair was
under the helmet, but her neatly-trimmed pubic thatch was
Her labia were pink and flushed, and her nipples hard and
As Hailey watched, a thick drop of saliva formed in the
corner of the slave's gagged mouth, slowly elongated, and
"Wh-what did she do?" Hailey whispered.
Charis frowned, then her smile returned. "Oh, you assume
punished. Not so. She simply caught the eye of
perhaps as she has serving a meal, or cleaning a room, or
some other slavish task—and she was chosen."
"Chosen to serve as a diversion for our Mistress."
Hailey stared in disbelief. "She's being t-tortured... as
Charis nodded. "For all the hours of this day she will
thusly. Tonight, she shall share our Mistress' meal—and her bed.
performance will be punished or rewarded."
"That's insane!" Hailey gasped.
"What do you mean?" Charis asked. "How else does a slave
her Mistress? How else does a Mistress learn the strengths
weaknesses of her slaves? Now
do you begin to understand, Slave-student? Now do you
sense the seriousness with
which you must
attend my teachings?"
"It's cruel!" Hailey responded, stamping a bare foot for
Charis smiled and shook her head. "Oh, Little Flower," she
and straightening Hailey's hair with her right hand. Her
hand cupped the petulant prisoner's right breast. "Of course it is
is not known as 'Zanta the Cruel' for nothing."
"For nothing, indeed," an amused voice agreed.
Charis gasped—then immediately
faced the doorway, dropped to her knees, and raised her hands
head. She then bowed low from the waist, until her
forearms, and palms were touching the stone floor.
Hailey turned to face the doorway, and beheld "Zanta the Cruel",
disappointed, Charis," the PardaUbar intoned. "Your
slave-student hasn't even learned the position of obeisance?"
"Forgive me, Mistress," Charis begged.
"Kiss the floor until I give you leave to speak," Zanta ordered.
Hailey could see Charis' lips do just that, kiss the cold, stone
floor. She turned to her supposed "Mistress", tossed her
straighten her hair, and stared in defiance. Zanta was
she'd been at the time of her arrival in the city, only this
time her black silk robe was opaque, and it was trimmed with
embroidered bands of peacock-green, violet, and metallic
Cruel," Hailey muttered. "More like Zanta the insane bitch."
Zanta's lips curled in an evil
Hailey heard Charis gasp, again. She glanced at her
and found that Charis was shivering, despite the more than
heat in the chamber.
Zanta stepped forward until she was less than a foot from
The defiant little blonde stood her ground. "You truly are a brave little
PardaUbar said. "Such spirit is admirable... but not in a
slave." She turned her gaze to Charis' prone form.
I suggest you gag your slave-student before she makes me angry."
Hailey scowled, and prepared to deliver a devastating kick,
would do the most good. "I'm not your slave, you—M'mmf!"
Charis had leaped to her feet and pulled Hailey back before her
could connect with Zanta's crotch. Her right hand was
clamped over Hailey's mouth and she was restraining her
student from behind with a tight embrace.
Zanta opened her robe. She was wearing a leather
harness over a black silk loincloth and bandeau. Attached
waist belt was a small, holster-like pouch. She lifted the
pouch's cover and extracted a gleaming metal instrument.
it before Hailey's eyes, for her inspection.
Hailey squinted at the device. In size and basic shape it
like a salad fork, only with the tines curled at the end.
realized it was the stylized paw of an animal, probably a
Its claws were extended, and they looked to be needle sharp.
Zanta gazed into Hailey's eyes. "Spirited. Not
she ignores the wisdom of her slave-teacher." She shifted
Charis. "Speak freely," she ordered.
"She is not of the Pardesse, Mistress," Charis said.
"I'm not stupid, either," Zanta stated.
"No, Mistress!" Charis said, quickly. "I remind Mistress
slave Hay-lee has grown to age on a world of men; a strange world of
men, without slavery as we know it; a world not of the
"Point taken," Zanta said, her smile returning. "You lead
slowly, with both of you, teacher and student, treading on
ground." She strolled towards the suspended slave,
instrument in her fingers with practiced ease. "I
reached out and used the tips of the tiny rake to delicately
margins of the slave's sex, dragging the claws across the
skin on either side of her glistening labia. The suspended
shuddered in her bonds, and a piteous moan escaped her
Hailey watched, wide-eyed, as the PardaUbar continued tormenting
"Will she cum, if this continues?" Zanta inquired.
"She will cum in perhaps... two minutes, Mistress," Charis
"I agree," Zanta purred, and continued teasing the slave's
flesh. "I have decided you have made me angry, after all,
Hay-lee," she said, "but I do not want to interfere with the
program of my First Pleasure-slave. So, what to do?"
continued the gentle scratching for several more seconds.
in one fluid motion, she transferred the instrument to her left
pulled a small, multi-tailed flogger from
the belt of her harness, and delivered a single, devastating lash to the slave's sex.
The victim screamed through
gag, sending droplets of saliva flying.
Zanta returned the flogger to her belt, the rake-instrument to
holster, and let her robe fall closed. "There, I feel
she said, watching the suspended slave writhe in her
thing," she cooed. "So close... only to be blocked by a
white-hot pain. Let your slave-student see."
Maintaining her tight embrace and hand-gag, Charis dragged
forward, until her wide, staring eyes were inches from the
"You can smell her arousal, can't you?" Zanta asked. "Note
the stripes are already fading. There... all gone.
all. I will lash her all afternoon... sometimes teasing
first, sometimes not... with hours between strokes, while I come
go, attending to my duties." Her smile
turned truly evil. "It's all in the timing, you see."
Hailey's realized her heart was tripping like a hammer.
beginning to believe that she was in the power of a
"Yes, I feel better," Zanta continued, "but the insults of
be ignored. Slave-student and slave-teacher shall be
together, until morning. Make it
creative, Charis." She spun on her heel, and departed in a
Charis continued her embrace and hand-gag of Hailey's naked,
form as the door slid closed. "Well, Little Flower," she
"that could have gone better."