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MORE WEEKS LATER
Janet filled the
teapot with boiling water to start the loose, dried, shredded
then carried the tea service to the
workstation table. Sam and Daniel's
translation program was busy compiling her afternoon attempt to
translate what was roughly the equivalent of an advanced
cytology text. After nearly a month of study, her fluency
the Pardesse dialect of Goa'uld was improving rapidly; however,
technical and scientific jargon could still make for slow going.
Her overall progress had been greatly accelerated when she
had a "heuristic compiler" subroutine that refined the accuracy
the translation algorithms with repeated iterations. That
progress accelerated after she
labeled "HC" function during a random perusal of various
sub-menus. The sub-program was a voracious memory hog and took
forever to complete a run, but the improved translations were
wait. However, the next
time she saw Sam, Janet fully intended
to give her a swift kick in
and a lecture on proper
software documentation... right after she hugged her so tight
cracked both their ribs.
Janet stretched, and adjusted her
loincloth. After weeks of wearing such garments she was
the style, but the narrow linen band tended to bunch and work
loose as she squirmed
in her chair. Her bandeau required no such adjustment, nor
the ubiquitous steel cuffs locked around her wrists and
was draped across the back of an unused chair.
Honna had given her several long, narrow hair ribbons of
silk that matched
the "Healer's stripes" hemming her costume. One was tied
her auburn locks at the
nape of her neck, enforcing a ponytail. Two
more were hitched through the rings on each of her wrist cuffs,
the cuffs themselves, and secured with compact, decorative
This kept the otherwise dangling rings from dragging across the
the laptop as she typed. Honna had done this for her,
leaving for the day.
ribbons had other uses,
Honna would use them to bind Janet's breasts,
them bulge and blush a delightful shade
of pinkish mauve, and rendering them
unusually, wonderfully sensitive. Janet watched the
progress bar on the laptop's screen creep towards the completion
latest compilation, fingered the ribbon on her right cuff, and shivered at the delicious
Honna never left the loops on for long—but
did while they were on!
spread-eagle Janet on the bed—or frog-tie her on her
back, on a soft rug out on the apartment suite's balcony...
twin suns, or under that glorious
Then she would use her strong, gentle fingers... her
nails... her tongue...
teasing feathers... cubes of dripping ice! Janet shivered,
again. Out on the balcony, Honna always kept her gagged,
with a wad of soft cloth and another of the blood-red ribbons—so they
wouldn't "disturb the peace of the city," as Honna put it.
The laptop pinged, signaling completion of the current
Simultaneously, the apartment's outer door opened. Honna
The High Polymath was dressed in her usual white loincloth,
beaming smile. "Janet, we have a visitor," she announced,
took a step to the side.
Janet gasped! Crossing the threshold was—"Sam!!" Janet
tipped over her chair, in her haste, as she flew across the room and threw her
around her fellow earthling. "Oh, Sam!" she sighed,
friend in a tight embrace.
Sam didn't return the hug for practical reasons: her wrists were
manacled behind her back. She also kept silent, thanks to
translucent rubber ball-gag strapped in her mouth—but the merry
twinkle in her eyes made her feelings quite clear.
Janet took a step back, keeping her hands on Sam's waist.
blond friend was dressed in a "scholar's-white" loincloth,
and robe, but her costume
trimmed in indigo silk with tiny
starbursts embroidered in silver
scholarly designation with which Janet was
As the door closed and locked, Janet noted there were
four guards in the hallway. Two
wearing the white linen of the Dome of Learning, and the other
in the service-dress camouflage of the War Tower.
Honna stepped behind Sam and removed the locking clip securing
wrist cuffs, then knelt and removed the connecting chain
cuffs. Sam reached up and removed her gag, then handed it
Sam and Janet locked eyes. Now that her
were free, Sam placed them on Janet's waist, mirroring her
friend. "Hey, Janet," she
said, finally—and they hugged,
again. This time it was very much a mutual affair.
Meanwhile, Honna hung Sam's chain, clip, and gag from a hook
beside Janet's "going out" chains, then
over to the workstation. She poured herself a cup of tea
and watched the "alien invaders" continue their hug. "The
Tower finally decided
visit the Dome of Learning," she explained, "to be
the Council of Polymaths. We've been trying to pry her
the warriors for days, and they finally relented."
They broke their embrace and Janet fingered the sleeve of Sam's
robe. "Nice threads," she purred.
thing?" Sam laughed, rolling her shoulders to settle the drape
the robe. "This is the first clothing I've worn since
the crater—since the Grimbor
stole our uniforms, anyway. Those rag bikinis we threw
together could hardly be
Janet frowned and took Sam's
cuff in her hands. "Why is your hardware so much heavier
mine?" Sam's wrist and ankle cuffs were as wide as
they were at least twice as thick.
"Jealous?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"Concerned!" Janet retorted, favoring Sam with her best We-are-not-amused moue.
"Standard War Tower restraints," Honna said, with a dismissive
shrug. She topped off Janet's
tea and poured
the robe," she stated, "After the morning
interview, the Council
to grant Sam the status of Mezzo-Polymath of
Astral-dynamics." She handed the tea to her guests.
"There were several votes for full
said, smiling at Sam.
"The lesser rank is a reflection of your people's current
understanding of the universe, not of your diligence as a
Sam took the cup and sipped the contents. "Thank you," she
then gave Janet a sheepish grin. "In the War Tower, all
know about are things like small unit tactics, time-on-target
and missile guidance technology. Our friends in the white
robes, on the other hand, want to
antiholomorphic functions and M-theory."
"Eleven dimensions!" Honna said, shaking her head and chuckling—then blushed
she saw Sam's expression. "Sorry. All advancement is
small steps." She indicated an area of piled cushions near
entrance to the balcony, and they all walked in that direction.
the end I felt like I was delivering a paper
on 'Phlogiston as Related to
Celestial Spheres' at the last AAAS Annual Meeting... to the
mean; not the Science
Janet noted Honna's puzzled expression. "Scientific
discarded long ago," she explained.
Honna nodded. "And your
the Council of Polymaths. I understand. You have
nothing to be
embarrassed about, Sam. You impressed all who were
You have a rare mind."
Honna took a detour to the workstation table to retrieve the tea
Sam leaned close to Janet's ear as they settled into the
"Hailey?" she whispered.
"Somewhere in the PardaUbar's tower," Janet whispered back—then Honna
Sam said, accepting a refill. She turned back to
science and mathematics is very
suspect they may be approaching the level of the Nox and
Janet nodded. "I can't speak to their physics and
in the life sciences... Sam, these people not only know
how to use Goa'uld
devices, they know how to make
turned somewhat grim.
"Hathor and Nirrti
do research here, thousands of years ago, before the War of
Sam frowned. "War of Sorrows?"
"Their name for the Tok'ra/System Lords schism," Janet
Hathor and Nirrti were Goa'uld who had given the SGC a great
trouble. Hathor had almost taken over Cheyenne Mountain,
using mind-controlling pheromones; and in pursuit
of her biological research, Nirrti had committed acts of
planetary scale, including the extermination of all human life
home world of Janet's adopted
"The fact that you personally
Hathor-the-Traitor and Nirrti-the-Deceiver," Honna said, "that
your people have killed them
be the memory of Bashasti-the-Kind!" She paused to take
a sip of tea. "And that this heroism
has been verified under probe-trance, silencing all
done much to further your cause among the Pardesse."
Sam and Janet nodded. "It was our duty," Sam said quietly.
Janet smiled to lighten the mood, and turned to Sam. "How
you been?" she asked. "What's
Sam gave her friend a rather wry smile in return. "What's
new? Oh, nothing much. In between interrogations
hanging around the War-Captain's place. How 'bout you?"
Janet laughed. "Oh, reading, studying, answering
touring laboratories..." Her eyes met Honna's, and a blush
colored her cheeks. "...that sort of thing."
A chime sounded. "Excuse me," Honna said, climbed to her
and walked towards the apartment's outer door.
"Hailey's okay?" Sam whispered in Janet's ear.
"I don't have any details," Janet whispered back.
Meanwhile, Honna had admitted a new guest: War-Captain Kyna.
in her usual service-dress loincloth, bandeau, and robe, as
her leather harness and boots." She walked towards the
earthlings, then struck a pose, hands
on hips. "What are you doing unrestrained?" she demanded,
"That was my choice," Honna explained, coming up behind her new
embraced Kyna from behind and kissed her neck. "Dome
the hallway. Your guards
the hallway. They can't escape this level, or
the city. What do you fear?"
Kyna turned her face to the side and kissed Honna's cheek, then
back to Sam and Janet. "I fear nothing," she
simply prefer to see Straw-hair naked and helpless, as befits
status." Her leering smile shifted to Janet. "You
dress-up with your charge,
you wish... but not with mine."
Sam could tell that Kyna's objections to her current freedom
teasing and playful. Janet had no such assurance.
gave Honna a concerned glance.
The High-Polymath gave Janet a reassuring smile, then took a
the side, removed her robe and
bandeau, and dropped them to the floor. "We are under the
Learning," she said to Kyna, "but you are my
guest. Let us compromise."
Kyna removed her own robe, and began unbuckling her
right, but I insist on appropriate precautions."
"But our conversation has been so pleasant." Honna objected,
and Sam have only just now been reunited. It would be a
and gag them so soon."
"W-why do we need to be bound and gagged at all?" Janet demanded,
very much not reassured.
"Kyna is my guest for the evening," Honna explained. "The
will not be served for two hours, and proper etiquette requires
entertain my guest before we dine." She resumed her former
embrace and kissed Kyna's neck, then
rested her chin on her shoulder. "It is normal for
slaves to either be restrained, or for them to entertain each
Sam and Janet did a double take. "No!" they blurted, in
"Why not?" Kyna asked, "and what makes you think
you have a
"Do you object to the restraints, or to the
entertainment?" Honna asked.
"Both!" Sam blurted.
"And we're not slaves!" Janet added.
"Granted, you are not kajirae," Kyna conceded, "but you are slaves-of-war."
"Technically," Honna purred. "You do not wish to make
Sam and Janet exchanged a horrified glance. "We'd rather
you don't mind," Janet said; and Sam nodded.
"Not to worry," Honna responded, "but it would be polite for you to
strip to your loincloths, since my ranking guest has accepted my
Kyna had finished removing her harness, and had removed her
well. The two Pardesse were standing side-by-side, Honna
white loincloth trimmed with white silk, Kyna in her camouflaged
loincloth and leather knee boots. She took a step
forward, smiled at Sam, and extended her right leg.
Sam sighed, shrugged out of her robe, removed her bandeau, and
War-Captain. With practiced fingers, she untied and
thongs securing the boot-top. She then grabbed the heel in
hand and the
ankle in the other, and pulled. Kyna pointed her toes and
boot slithered from her leg. She lifted her left leg, and
removed that boot as well.
Janet watched her semi-naked friend perform what was obviously a
familiar task, then locked eyes with Honna.
"There are a number of loose garments cluttering my apartment,"
Janet sighed and carefully stifled a smile. She then began
various discarded robes and bandeaus, as well as Kyna's harness
boots. She noted that in the case of Kyna's harness, the
attachment point the guards normally used for their pistol
empty. So much for a
heroic escape attempt, she mused.
"You may place the War-Captain and Colonel's things by the
said. "You know what to do with the rest."
Janet hung Sam and Kyna's clothing and gear on hooks and
boots side-by-side, then pattered into the bedroom with the
items. She hung the garments in
the closet, then reached behind and removed her own
quickly untied her hair ribbon, combed and pulled her hair back,
capturing the few errant strands that had worked their way free,
retied the ponytail. She turned to find Honna leaning on
bedroom door frame.
"I'm proud of you, Little Healer," Honna said. "I know our
are different, but you do your best to bring honor to my
Janet blushed. "On earth, we're not so open with our
"And the men who rule your world punish all intimacy not
increasing the number of their offspring," Honna stated, "especially between their
Janet nodded. Now was not the time for an anthropological
discussion of the fine points of patriarchal cultures,
nostrils flared, and a delicate shudder rocked her diminutive
body. The familiar, irresistible scent of Honna's musk
air. Now was not the time for
discussions of any kind. Honna leaned close, lifted her
kissed her lips. Janet shivered
"Bring a long coil of rope," Honna whispered, her lips brushing
cheek, "and follow me."
main room, Sam was still on her knees, before Kyna.
the War-Captain had made a side-trip to the door and retrieved
clip-lock from its hook, because Sam's cuffs were now locked
Sam's skin was shining, and her nipples were flushed and
Janet thought, still
shivering, why should she be
"Give the rope to my guest," Honna told Janet, indicating Kyna
Janet walked over and presented the rope to Kyna, but the
warrior made no move to accept the neatly coiled bundle.
"It is expected for you to kneel and present the rope with both
Janet sighed, sank to her knees beside Sam, and followed Honna's
"Head bowed," Honna added.
Janet bit her lower lip, then lowered her
to gaze at Kyna's strong, well-toned feet. The rope was
from her hands. She turned to gaze at Sam, then lifted her
to lock eyes with Kyna. "Don't hurt her, okay?"
Kyna seemed puzzled. "Hurt her?"
Janet nodded towards Sam. "When you tie her up."
Kyna laughed. "The rope is for you,
Red. I'm the guest, remember. Honna has accorded me
all the pleasant tasks
Janet reviewed her options. Sam was helpless; Honna and
trained warriors and either one of them could take her in a
without much difficulty, Kyna especially; the apartment door was
and there were armed guards in the hallway... She had no options.
then don't hurt me."
"Please?" Sam said, quietly.
"You earthlings are so exasperating,"
with a smile. "You consort with men, you don't know
your place, when captured—"
bring such welcome novelty," Honna interrupted.
"That's one opinion," Kyna responded, and pointed to the open
the center of the piled cushions. Her eyes were still
Janet like a she-wolf eying a baby bunny. "Bara!" she
Janet blinked, uncertainly.
"On your stomach," Sam whispered, "ankles together and crossed;
wrists crossed behind your back."
Janet was still confused. "Huh?"
Sam sighed. "It's a slave position. On your stomach—"
"Okay, okay, I got it," Janet sighed. "How come you know all about 'slave
"Ahem." Kyna cleared her breath.
"Oh, yeah..." Janet said, sheepishly. "Stupid question."
"I don't know all the
positions," Sam muttered, "but she taught me that one."
Kyna cleared her throat, again.
"Okay, okay," Janet huffed, crawled on all fours to the central
flopped onto her stomach, and assumed the Bara position.
Kyna knelt beside Janet, and began uncoiling the rope.
Meanwhile, Honna had reclined on the cushions. "Please
she said to Sam with a languid gesture.
Sam sighed, then crawled on her knees towards Honna. With
hostess' help, she settled against her side. Honna lifted
Sam snuggle closer, then began combing her fingers through her
hair. Comfortable and close, they watched the floorshow.
bows of the red ribbons looped around Janet's steel cuffs,
pulled them free, and tossed them aside. They fluttered
the air and landed near Honna and Sam. She then lifted
crossed wrists to the level of her shoulder blades, and hitched
through the cuffs' steel rings.
Over the next several minutes, she looped rope around Janet's
pulling it into neat bands, rolling and lifting her "victim's"
required. By the time she was finished, the
position of Janet's hands was enforced by a web of running
arms to her torso, yoking her shoulders, and criss-crossing
breasts. More hitched bands bound her legs at the
thighs, above and below her knees, and around the shins.
ankle cuffs, the insteps of her feet, and her big
toes were tied together. One free end
of the rope was looped around her waist and a series of overhand
were tied. Then the rope was nestled between her
taut, and tied off, just below her navel. The other free
trailed from her toes, and was still several feet in length.
Honna nuzzled Sam's hair, as Kyna tied the final knots. "I
your pale hair and your blue eyes," the High Polymath
"Janet tells me
there are many such variations on earth—skin ghostly
as dark as volcanic glass—eyes of black, brown,
gold, green, and blue—hair as yellow as
straw..." She gave Sam's hair a playful fluff."
and as black as a
starless night. You are very lucky."
"I wish everyone on earth could see it that way," Sam
Her head was spinning. Kyna's familiar perfume had already
brought shivers of excitement, as she submitted to having her
manacles secured behind her back—and now Honna's
scent was making her embarrassingly wet!
"Yes, Janet has told me of the 'racism' plaguing your planet,"
said. "Such willful ignorance in the face of all logic and
science is to be pitied."
"Yeah..." Sam shivered as Honna's hands first cupped, and
gently massaged, her breasts. Her nipples were achingly
cheeks were flushed
a bright pink. "So many of my people are still wrestling
great moral and intellectual challenges of the
and moaned softly.
Honna smiled. She didn't understand Sam's reference, but
her meaning was clear.
Kyna stood and took a step back. "There," she
"That should hold her."
Janet rolled on her side and glared at the War-Captain.
"No, ya think?"
Her tan flesh
bulged between the tight bands. She bucked and struggled,
single strand shifted or allowed any slack. The key
knots were hopelessly out of the reach of her questing
fingers. "Ow!" she complained. "This is too tight!"
"It's only until the meal is ready," Honna responded, then
gaze to Kyna's grinning face. "Would you like to bind
Sam, as well?"
"Ever the generous hostess," Kyna laughed. "I will let
Learned One; but we should kennel them before we conduct our business. Is your
enough for two?"
"My kennel has no cage," Honna said.
Kyna was amazed. "No cage? How can a kennel chamber
"I am not totally unequipped," Honna responded. "Come,
said, and helped Sam to her feet.
"What are you gonna do?" Janet demanded.
"Privacy, Little Healer," Honna answered. "We are going to
ourselves some privacy."
"And privacy for you, as well," Kyna added, and lifted Janet's
form onto her
Honna led the way to a door in the far wall. Sam waited
patiently as she lifted a cover and thumbed a switch. The
of a heavy bolt disengaging sounded, and the door slid to the
side. The room beyond was roughly twenty-feet wide and
was lit by a single small skylight.
To the right of the door, a large steel ring was solidly
the ring, a linen-covered pallet rested on the floor.
laid Janet on the pallet, hitched the end of the rope dangling
toes through the iron ring, and tied a quick knot.
To the left was a rather curious frame of heavy, tubular steel,
in the shape of an upside-down "Y". The base of the
were bolted to the
overall height was about five-feet.
Honna backed Sam against the frame, and secured her in
Wide, heavy, steel clamps closed and locked around her
ankles, knees, elbows, and throat. Her War-Tower cuffs
unclipped, passed behind the vertical, and reattached.
removed the frame clamps that would have been used to secure her
laid them on the floor. All the clamps were mounted on
tracks, and Honna made careful adjustments, optimizing their
before locking them in place.
The collar-clamp was as wide and tight as a virtual steel
collar. Sam found she could barely move her head.
"Thanks," she muttered.
Honna straightened the drape of Sam's loincloth, then cupped the
helpless blonde's breasts. "You're more than welcome,
Sam," she purred.
Kyna was waiting in the doorway. "That's how you secure
Red?" she asked, nodding at Janet's prone form, "with a
"Hardly," Honna asked, as her fingers teased Sam's
afraid my frame isn't designed for one as short as the Little
Healer. In fact, this is the first time she's been in my kennel."
"Let me guess," Honna said, with a mocking sneer. "You
to your bed, every
"Not every night,"
corrected, blushing lightly. "Some nights she is not bound
to the bed... just bound."
"Still the softy you were in crèche," Kyna said, shaking her
head, "after all these years."
Honna joined Kyna at the door. The War-Captain and High
embraced, shared a long, warm kiss, then turned their heads to
Both Sam and Janet were watching their "hosts", their nostrils
of musk hung in the
air of the kennel chamber.
"If we hear any screaming or shouting from in here," Honna said,
addressing the captives, "we'll
be back with gags."
Kyna kissed Honna's cheek. "And if you hear any screaming
from the bedroom," she purred, "just ignore it."
The door closed and locked, and Sam and Janet were alone.
always leave me
like this?" Sam sighed, wishing that Kyna
and relieve her "suffering". She bucked and strained
her bonds. The steel frame
didn't even shake.
"They call it 'Gift-need'," Janet answered. "They're playing
Janet squirmed in her bonds, seeking a more comfortable
"Gift-need: the effect of proximity to an aroused Gift-holder,"
"Pheromones. We're stuck in a positive feedback loop of
chemically-augmented excitement," she continued squirming, "and
can't do anything about it."
"Gift?" Sam said. "The Goddess
"That's right," Janet confirmed. "What have your military
told you about it?"
"Nothing," Sam answered. "I picked up the term, but that's
Janet shifted into lecture mode. "Thousands of years ago,
Bashasti first brought the Panther-girls to this planet, she
a series of bioengineered augments to enhance their strength,
healing ability, and longevity."
"Nanites?" Sam gasped. The Goa'uld sometimes used the
as bio-engineering tools.
"I can't be sure of the original technology," Janet said, "but I
suspect it was probably something like the genetic manipulation
used on P3X-367."
herself, had been a victim of that machine, and had almost
"Anyway," Janet continued, "the result is like a fine-tuning of
cellular metabolism and physiology in general. The
infected from birth, of course, but the Gift doesn't fully
until puberty. It can also be transmitted by a family of
retro-viruses. That's how we got
"So, we're infected with a disease?"
"I think 'disease' is a poor descriptor," Janet responded.
far as I can tell from my reading and discussions with the
Council, the... effect is
more or less natural, for
want of a better word. My original analogy, 'fine-tuning',
about as close as I can get. We have a little more nuclear
mitochondrial DNA then we had before, but I'm not even sure we
detect the change with current biomedical
technology... back home, I mean."
"The important question, here," Sam said, "whether you want to
a disease or
a trip to Jiffy Lube... is whether or not there's a cure."
Janet sighed. "What's the cure for perfect health?"
"So... no cure."
Janet sighed, again. "I don't think so, Sam. In a
nutshell, the Goddess Gift is the philosopher's stone and the
of youth, spread by a
sexually transmitted pathogen—and I think we're
stuck with it."
IN ORBIT ABOVE P69-758
"I don't see
anything," Vala said, frowning at the holographic display.
projecting a multi-spectral image of the planet below, shifting
colors of the rainbow as the ship's passive sensors cycled
various wavelengths and processed the result.
"There!" Galina tapped a stud to freeze the display, then
a line around a mountain. "It
becomes more distinct with every orbital pass."
"I see it," Laura said, "that ghostly circle of pixels that keep
"Noise," Vala scoffed, then frowned. "Half a mo'..."
tapped a sequence of studs, and the rippling circle became
clearer. "A normal Goa'uld scan would have missed
"A cloaking shield?" Laura asked.
"A very good cloaking
shield," Vala nodded. "We may have reached our goal.
fact, I think we have. I'll
prepare a message loop."
"What sort of message?" Galina asked.
"A contact request," Vala explained. "Universal peace and
an offer to trade and exchange gifts... that sort of thing; in
common dialects on all the common frequencies."
"Exchange gifts?" Laura asked. "Other than a half-empty
MRE's, what have we got to give away?"
Vala smiled, broadly. "Let's make contact first, then
"She means to bluff," Galina said, "to make promises. And
speaking of MRE's, it is time for
dinner." She nodded towards the galley.
Vala's smile turned somewhat sinister (or maybe mischievous), as she
companions exit the bridge. The pair looked good in their
costumes, and after weeks of wear, moved as if they had worn the
revealing, skintight outfits all their lives. "Yes... a
whispered under her breath, then turned back to the controls and
composing the message loop.