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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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FIRST CITY OF
It was a spectacular
and somewhat rare event. One sun was setting behind the
neighboring mountains, while the other was passing
behind the gas giant, illuminating the edge of the looming
atmosphere and flaring like a
yellow diamond on a band of molten gold.
The dinner party was on the balcony of Saba's apartment suite,
advantage of the view. It was not the only such gathering
progress. More than half the balconies on this side of the
were occupied by groups of revelers, as were the park lands on
mountain's lower levels.
The designated costume was loincloths-only. Saba was
the bronze of a Pardesse engineer, and Honna and Kyna
were in their
usual white and jungle
camouflage, respectively. Sam and Janet
wearing new loincloths,
from Honna and
friends in the Weaver's
Guild, political allies in the Wise Council. They had been
what was left of Hailey's uniform as a pattern, and were perfect
of the new USAF moss, olive,
sand, and gray-green camouflage. In token of
status as a healer, Janet's loincloth
was piped in blood-red.
The meal was largely over, but Sam and Kyna were still reclined
table, enjoying the last of a
"Are you looking forward to blue Jell-O?" Kyna asked.
Sam's lips curled in a rather shy smile. "Yes," she
answered, "but mostly I'm looking forward to seeing my friends
again—my other friends,"
Kyna smiled. "I understand." She reached out with
removed a small, creamy glob from the corner of Sam's mouth, and
it in the earthling's mouth. "I'm going to miss those
Sam blushed. "It's not like we'll never be back. It
take months to finalize a draft treaty at our end, but we'll
the final negotiations and signing."
Kyna leaned forward and kissed Sam's lips, then affected a sly
smile. "I've checked the
brokers for available slave-wives," she announced. "None
have hair of gold and eyes like the sky..." She caressed
breast. "...nor do any have the mind of a great scholar."
Sam returned a teasing grin. "But they're all fully
trained slaves, and they can
"Dancing has never done much for me," Kyna scoffed.
Just then, a squeal of girlish delight sounded from across the
balcony. It was Janet. She was with Honna and Saba,
the railing of the balcony met an
outcrop of natural rock. That portion of the cliff face
was sheltered by a neighbor's balcony, and the
shallow cave underneath was home to a
family of a nocturnal, predatory variety of the "dragon-birds"
Janet had first seen in the
Pardesse called this particular species the "Umbravax".
of terrestrial goshawks, the adults' plumage was a mottled mass
gray, and brown; their prehensile necks and tails were each
eighteen inches in
length; and they had huge,
cat-like, yellow eyes. Several families
roosted in various protected nooks and crannies around the city,
they were considered
a sign of good luck by
An adult had just returned with a rat-size
lizard in its mouth, and its mate and three ash-gray,
were emerging from the back of the cave.
Janet was literally jumping with excitement. "It's back
another one!" she called over her shoulder.
"We can see from here," Sam called back.
"The chicks are so cute," Janet said, grinning hugely, "like
dragons; like fluffy stuffed toys
come to life!"
"Like fluffy stuffed toys," Sam muttered under
her breath. "At least I know what
to get her next Christmas." She noticed
Kyna's raised eyebrow. "A religious holiday," she
explained. "We exchange gifts."
Kyna nodded. "I can see why you love her," she said,
Sam's eyes widened... then she regained control. "She's a
friend... a close friend."
Kyna took a sip of paga, then locked eyes with Sam. "Life
short, Straw-hair," she said, "even if Bashasti's Gift has given
few extra years."
Sam and Kyna turned their gaze to watch Janet. The
mates had changed roles. The former hunter was now
dragons", who were busy tearing apart the lizard and wolfing
various parts. The former guardian had soared into the
night, in search of their next
whispered something to Saba, who laughed. The diminutive
doctor hopped again, with enthusiasm. The watchers at the
bounce this imparted to her full, firm breasts, and the
oscillations as they came to rest.
"Things are... complicated," Sam muttered.
"I understand," Kyna responded—then laughed. "Actually, I
probably understand very little about life on your planet, but
politics of the heart are always
the 'man-rules' of your world forbid a formal union, like a
Slave-Bonding or a Declaration of Joined Holdings, you can still
you catch my meaning."
Sam blushed, and nodded. "We'll see," she muttered.
Saba's slave-wife, Ildika, arrived with a
"Paga, Mistresses?" she suggested.
"Of course," Kyna answered. She held up her cup and Ildika
it to the brim. The slave then did the same for Sam.
been meaning to ask you what you did to deserve the belt," she
Ildika was nude, but for the steel collar around her neck and a
and leather chastity belt girding her loins. "I did
answered, affecting the long-suffering pout of an innocent
"The use of a slave-belt during a social function is usually a
punishment," Kyna explained to Sam, "a not-so-subtle notice to
that the wearer is not to
pleasure. Of course, the belt isn't always punishment.
It can just be
a polite reminder that the slave in question is the
property of a Prominent, like a ranked kajira of the PardaUbar's
for instance; but Saba is not known for putting on airs."
took a sip of paga, studiously ignoring both
Ildika's poorly suppressed scowl and Sam's dimpled smirk.
"This is punishment," she continued. "Ildika has
something of a reputation for bad manners and poor control of
"I did nothing," Ildika repeated, in a huff. The belt's
leather-lined waistband pinched her waist, and although the fit
looser through her crotch, its clever design cupped and covered
her sex completely. For additional security, a pair of
bands encircled her thighs. They were
connected by light chains and
prevented Ildika from spreading her legs more than the few
to walk about and serve her Mistress' guests.
"Hey-ya, Saba!" Kyna called to the group still watching the
"What is it?" Saba
answered, and walked towards the table. Janet and Honna
Kyna indicated Ildika's belt with a languid gesture.
"Why the steel caress?" Saba purred, and focused on her pouting
Ildika sighed (an impertinent act, given the
circumstances), and carefully set the pitcher on the
raised her hands, clasped her fingers behind her neck, and
her elbows back, thrusting out her breasts.
"I apologize for her slovenly demeanor," Saba said, still
she gets that way when she pouts."
"I did nothing," Ildika muttered.
"She accused me of eating too many glock-berries," Saba
suggested I run a few extra stair circuits to compensate."
arms and turned in a slow, graceful pirouette. "Do I look like I need to run
Sam and Janet exchanged an amused glance and shook their
Like all Pardesse, Saba's tan, toned body was athletic
"Glock-berries are only available for a short season,"
Saba added, for the benefit of her earthling guests, "and this
they're especially sweet."
"And fattening," Ildika whispered, through clenched teeth.
gasped in mock outrage, and
Ildika sighed, again. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said,
with a modicum of sincerity.
Saba smiled and kissed Ildika's lips. "There's no reason
belt has to stay on for the entire evening," she said, "if you start behaving
A mischievous twinkle in her doe eyes, Ildika was about to
answer—when a melodious chime sounded from the main
apartment. "More guests, Mistress," the wayward slave
"Go," Saba sighed—then slapped
"Ow!" Ildika complained, as she turned and scurried away.
"It's a mistake to indulge one's slave-wife," Kyna intoned,
Sam and Janet. "Don't you agree, Straw-hair, Little
Sam and Janet exchanged an amused grin.
"Oh no you don't!" Sam
answered, shaking her head.
"Even on Earth we know better than to meddle in a couple's
relationship," Janet added, then went up on her toes and kissed
lips. "Especially in their presence."
All present laughed. "So wise," Honna commented, and
Suddenly, Sam gasped. Janet followed her gaze, and gasped
Jennifer Hailey had arrived!
in the boots, leather harness, loincloth,
and bandeau of a Pardesse warrior; however, the linen elements
uniform were in the same faux-USAF camouflage as Sam and Janet's
loincloths. Smiling brightly, the
diminutive blonde strode towards Sam,
and the others. She came to attention and snapped a
"Lieutenant Hailey reporting," she said, focusing on Sam.
Sam returned the salute. "Welcome, Lieutenant. You
"Make your report, indeed!" Janet sneered, and pulled Hailey
"No respect for military protocol," Kyna noted, shaking her head
frowning at Janet.
"We tend to cut our medical types a
little slack," Sam explained.
"Oh, shut up," Janet huffed, broke her embrace, and thrust
Formalities satisfied, Sam hugged Hailey just as tightly as had
embrace was returned. "We'll talk business
later," Sam said. "They're giving us our own apartment
the War Tower until we leave, as a sort of informal embassy."
Hailey gasped. "We're leaving?"
Sam nodded. "It will take several days of negotiation to
the details of a treaty between PelluciGor and Earth, but then
"Home," Hailey sighed. Her expression was difficult to
read. There was excitement and relief, but there was
something else, something that Sam and Janet suspected might be regret. She
turned her eyes
towards the doorway.
Ildika was emerging onto the balcony, and in her wake was a
slave. Like Ildika, the newcomer was naked, but for her
chastity belt; however, in
addition, she was bound with black rope and gagged with a
pair of black silk scarves. Ildika took a step to the
giving the group a better view. Honna, Kyna, and Saba
surprise, and their smiles broadened.
The second slave was Charis! She was bound in an elaborate
box-tie with her arms folded behind her back and her upper arms
to her sides. Several meters of rope had been
used, and everything was linked together by hitches taken
arms and torso, and by strands yoking
shoulders. Also, horizontal
lateral bands had been woven together in running braids, adding
the decorative effect and further tightening the bondage.
wearing small nipple shields with multiple rings on
ropes made use of the rings to squeeze the globes like a net
brassiere. The firm, smooth
flesh of her arms and breasts bulged between the tight strands.
"Colonel Sam, Healer Janet," Saba said, "this is Charis, First
Pleasure-slave of the PardaUbar's Court... and, apparently...
Hay-Lee's boon-slave for the evening."
Smiling through her gag, Charis dropped to her knees, then bowed
forward until her forehead touched the tiles. Her long,
glossy-brown hair spilled at Saba's feet, forming a perfect
could now see that her forearms, hands, and thumbs were included
the macramé-like complexity of her bondage.
Janet favored Hailey with a look that was at once amused and
disapproving. "You did this?" she demanded.
"No, no!" Hailey
responded. "The other slaves did it. They
said it was... necessary."
"The First Pleasure-Slave," Kyna said, shaking her head,
"first-of-the-first of the Paramount Tower's grand-kennel,
throughout Pan-PelluciGor as Zanta's favorite, being led through
public streets, tunnels, and stairs of the city by one of the
aliens, in festival-bonds. The entire city will be abuzz."
"Which is exactly why Zanta ordered that it be done," Honna
then pulled Charis to her feet.
Saba stepped forward and began untying Charis' gag. The
portion was one very long ribbon, interwoven with a complexity
complementing the rope bonds. Unraveling the silk band
some time. "I am Saba," she
said, smiling at Hailey. "Be welcome
"Thank you," Hailey answered, and bowed at the waist.
Sam made the rest of the introductions.
Hailey gave her mentor a sideways glance. "Uh, did I mess
whispered. "...bringing Charis, I mean."
Sam laughed and shook her head. "Not that I am aware,
Lieutenant." She turned to Honna.
"An open show of political support," Honna confirmed. "She
careful to seem neutral during most of the Council
any remaining doubt concerning the Paramount Tower's sanction of
treaty is dispelled."
Janet whispered in Hailey's ear. "You should lose the
harness, and top—to be polite."
"Huh? Oh!" Hailey started fumbling with the buckles
"Ildika!" Saba called. "Help my guest, then bring more
Ildika had been watching the arrival and greetings, and what she
apparently considered the totally unnecessary fuss
over Charis. "Yes, Mistress," she sighed, with a poorly
She helped Hailey
remove her harness, boots, and bandeau, and carried them away.
The cleaving ribbon finally untied,
the black silk wad from Charis' mouth and kissed her
lips. "Welcome to you as well, First Pleasure-Slave," she
"Thank you, Mistress," Charis responded.
Honna filled a cup with paga and held it for Charis to
would be a shame to remove such carefully and artistically
ropes," she remarked.
"I agree," Saba said, with a huge grin. "After Ildika
for our late arrivals..." She focused on Kyna.
you be so good as to bind her for me?"
"I hope you don't expect anything that elaborate,"
Kyna said, eyeing Charis' bonds.
"I was hoping for a nice squad-punishment tie," Saba explained,
"something... interesting, to test her flexibility—but not to interfere with her
to pleasure my guests, of course."
"Of course," Kyna agreed, then smiled at Honna. "I believe
come up with something appropriate."
"I believe she can write a twelve volume instruction manual on
subject that would become an instant classic."
All present laughed, except Hailey, who was still a little
Sam leaned close and whispered in her protégé's
ear. "Uh, I don't know what it was like in the Paramount
but these dinner parties are... uh... informal."
Hailey blushed and gave Sam a shy smile. "I know what you
I think," she whispered back. "Things in the Tower are
all the time."
Janet had overheard. She laughed and bumped Hailey's hip
own. "I'm sure you held up the honor of the team," she
Hailey's blush deepened. "Major!" she complained.
Janet laughed, and kissed Hailey's cheek.
Hailey was still embarrassed, but she was also feeling the now
all-too-familiar arousal of the Goddess's Gift. Janet's
filled the night air... as did Sam's... as did, to a lesser
pheromonal secretions of all present.
Kyna cleared her throat and turned to Sam. "The Tower has
provided its finest slave," she noted.
"Please, War-Captain," Charis purred, smiling and batting her
eyes. "You flatter me."
"I'll gag you, if you
interrupt me again," Kyna growled.
Charis dropped to her knees and lowered her head (but her smile
"As I was saying," Kyna continued, "the Tower has provided, and
our hostess. What does your party contribute to the
evening's festivities, Colonel?"
Sam and Janet locked eyes, smiled, and turned to Hailey.
Hailey blinked in confusion. "What...?" The light
dawned. "Oh." Still blushing, she smiled up at
now is when you apply the time-honored military tradition of
example?" she suggested.
Sam shook her head. "No, Lieutenant. Now is when I
tradition of rank having its
Janet embraced Hailey, and kissed her forehead. "Don't
Jennifer," she said. "It'll be fun."
"Of course it'll be
Hailey groused, "but I just lost
and now I have to be a slave—again."
Claris lifted her head and smiled at Saba. "Permission,
Mistress?" she asked, and Saba nodded. Charis rose to her
took a step forward, and kissed Hailey's right nipple... then
lips... and then her left nipple. "Never a slave, Little
Flower. Never a slave. A night of fun, and nothing
"A night of orgy,"
sighed, "with me servicing everyone in sight."
"You'll have help," Charis reminded her.
Sam kissed Hailey's left cheek, and Janet kissed her
won't be servicing everyone,"
said. "That would be fraternization."
"We wouldn't want to violate regulations," Janet agreed, "would
Sam was smiling at Charis. "We'll have to find our fun
elsewhere." Her nostrils were flaring (and her need building).
Janet was eyeing Charis as well. Her interest, like Sam's,
more than polite. "Elsewhere," she agreed.
Just then, Ildika returned with a large tray laden with bowls of
steaming food. "Dinner is served for our late guest,
Mistress..." She favored
Charis with a look of
marginal concern. "...and I suppose I'll have to feed the
since she's helpless... unless you want her to dine on the cold
Saba stepped forward, put her arm around Hailey's shoulders, and
her towards the table. "I'll care for our new guest, and
others will see to the First Pleasure-Slave's needs. Fetch
coils of rope... two large coils
and bring them to the War-Captain."
"Two coils of rope." Ildika rolled her eyes, spun on her
Saba shook her head, then kissed Hailey's cheek. "Be sure
and try the glock-berries," she purred.
At precisely the
agreed upon time, the stargate
activated. The control room
monitor confirmed the receipt of Samantha Carter's SG-1 ID code.
"Open the iris," General Landry ordered.
"Yes, sir," CMSgt Harriman, responded, and palmed the iris'
pad. The titanium blades of the barrier opened with their
characteristic metallic scrape, revealing the shimmering plane
incoming wormhole's event horizon.
In the event of an SG team's capture and subsequent
release or escape, normal protocol would be for them to
return to the SGC via an
off-world site under SGC control. This made it more
a potential enemy to use the return of prisoners as a ruse, as
for an attack. However, in this case, an exception had
made. It wasn't really
in security. The
scientists at Area
51 had made little progress developing a counter-measure for
inhabitants of P69-758—the "Pardesse", as
Colonel Carter had called them in her latest radio
done to defeat the iris, when the off-world team's captured SF's
returned to Earth.
O'Neill joined the
others in the
Control Room. "Did
I miss anything?" he asked Landry.
"Not yet," Landry said, dryly.
Carter's voice crackled over the Control Room speaker.
coming through, now, General," she announced.
Landry thumbed the microphone. "Come ahead, Colonel."
The event horizon rippled, and female figures appeared and
started stepping down the ramp.
"Holy..." O'Neill swore
"Indeed," Landry agreed. "We'd better get down there."
O'Neill was already heading for the stairs, at a run.
scrambled to follow.
Laura Cadman, Galina Tolinev, and Vala had returned to
All but Vala were wearing camouflaged bandeaus and loincloths,
leather boots and harnesses. The cloth (what there was of
in the new standard USAF camouflage, and all the leather was
saddle-brown suede. Bronze pistols of some sort were
Vala, on the other hand, was wearing nothing but steel.
shackles were locked around her ankles and manacles around her
wrists. A chastity belt, with thigh bands, was locked
waist and through her crotch. A collar was around her
the narrow bands of a steel brank caged her head and covered her
mouth. Two steel cups covered her breasts.
chains lifted the hobbling chain of her shackles off the floor,
more chains connected her manacles, bra cups, and the back of
and collar. They enforced a strict, behind-the-back,
bondage, and encircled her upper body several times, pinning her
arms to her sides. A chain leash
the ring on the front of the collar to Galina's hand. Vala
appear to be in pain, but she was not happy.
"Stand down!" Landry ordered the surrounding security force.
The heavily-armed SF's lowered their weapons, but continued to
returning party in slack-jawed amazement (and open, worshipful appreciation).
"Uh, Carter," O'Neill said, eyeing every square-inch of his
subordinate's tan, toned form, "you're looking... fit."
"Thank you, General," Carter answered, flashing her dimpled
smile. She turned to Landry. "We made it back,
"So I see," Landry muttered. His eyes were on Vala.
all... out of uniform."
"The Pardesse provided these outfits," Sam explained.
standard military apparel on PelluciGor, except for the
She indicated the narrow band of cloth valiantly straining to
contain her breasts. The detailed outline of her nipples
clearly visible under the stretched fabric. "Our original
uniforms were ruined."
"Well," O'Neill said, "it was nice of them to give you a little
wear. Did I mention you're all looking fit?"
"The Pardesse believe in regular exercise," Janet explained.
"Do they ever!" O'Neill whispered, under his breath.
Landry cleared his throat and nodded at Vala.
"Vala was a bad girl," Sam explained.
"What else is new?" Landry sighed.
Vala stared daggers at the disapproving General and mumbled
inarticulate through the steel plate pressed against her lips.
"The restraints are electronic," Janet added, smiling at the
captive. "They said the locks will automatically release
"And when would that be?" Landry inquired.
Janet's smile broadened. "That they didn't say."
"A new toy?" O'Neill asked, nodding at Sam's holster.
"Ah!" Sam's smile broadened. She
released the flap, drew
the bronze pistol, and handed it to O'Neill, butt first.
only weapons technology the Pardesse agreed to share. It's
functionally equivalent to a zat—the stun feature,
with three times the range. It also has
a dispersion setting, for short range, that makes it like a
"Sweet!" O'Neill said, and handed the weapon back.
"They gave us a data crystal with the complete design specs and
the manufacturing process, including the power cells."
"Sweet!" O'Neill said, again.
"You mentioned other crystals?" Landry said.
"Lots of other
Janet answered, patting the pouches attached to her
"They gave me a complete set of their
introductory bio-medical texts, as well as all their basic
diagnostic tools, including the
"Also mathematics, physics, and other basic scientific texts,"
"The Area 51 geek squad will have tizzies,"
"At least a ten year leap in technology, right off the bat," Sam
"and after it ripples out to
academia... a century of progress, maybe two.
"Get changed and we'll start the debriefing," Landry ordered.
"Oh, I don't know, Hank," O'Neill said. "We should
can change... later."
"Jack," Landry sighed.
Suddenly, there was a metallic ping, followed by a cacophany of tinkling,
bondage had disintegrated! The various chains, bands,
plates fell from her body and rattled to the floor. Only
collar remained intact.
Nude and smiling, Vala stretched, full-length, and turned in a
better," she purred, then turned to Sam and Janet. "I
I like those Pardesse Cat Women very much," she said. "Terrible hosts... except
non-stop sex. Wait a minute..." Her fingers went to
collar. "Those bitches!"
"I'm sure it'll come off, too," Cadman said with a smile,
"It probably has a larger capacitor," Galina added.
"Probably," Hailey agreed. "If you get tired of waiting,
ask MSgt Siler to grind it
"Oh, that's so very
The two Generals, the security guards, and the technicians in
Control Room continued to stare.
Sam cleared her throat and turned to her team. "Showers,
uniforms, and grab some food. Conference Room One
She turned to General Landry. "...one hour, sir?"
Landry nodded, his mouth still hanging open.
The women headed for the door, leaving the stunned Generals and
security force in the Gate Room.
"What did she say?" Landry gasped. "Non-stop sex?"
O'Neill grinned. "Sweet!"
|and THE END
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|| Escape From PelluciGor,