Girls Night Out XVIII: Fifty Shades of Blue

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 7:17pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 7:40pm

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Rome arcology, the seedy section
Timeline: 2265

Bondage: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

Bondage, the practice of physical restraint refers to the practice of rendering people harmless, helpless or keeping them in captivity by means such as handcuffs, fetters, straitjackets, ropes, straps, or other forms of physical restraint. Alternatively, unarmed combat techniques or sheer force of numbers may be used to restrain a person.

Restraining someone against their will is generally a crime in most jurisdictions, unless it is explicitly sanctioned by law. (See false arrest, false imprisonment).

The misuse of bondage has resulted in many deaths. Bondage can be dangerous, sometimes in unexpected ways. Examples include:

postural asphyxia
unintended strangulation
nerve damage by restraints
cutting of blood vessels by struggling against restraints, resulting in death by loss of blood

For these and many other reasons, extreme caution is needed in the use of bondage. Bondage may be used as an end into itself, as in the case of rope bondage and breast bondage. It may also be used as a part of sex or in conjunction with other BDSM activities. Depictions of bondage in art may be erotic, in which case they would tend to depict a young woman in danger and fear, and some are BDSM in nature.


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Some time later....


Consciousness returned slowly, and with it came the mild pain of overly vigorous exercise without proper stretching exercises beforehand and far too much alcohol.

The room was somewhat dank and dimly lit. Yuna and Char were bound back to back against a metal pole; the dirty concrete floor was cold against the backs of their thighs and rumps. The Trill woke first... evidently the amazonian alien officer had been stunned a bit extra to keep her properly placid, while Selune was trussed up in the corner. She was tied to a slat-backed wooden chair with arms, while the wounded man that they'd found in the alley was tied to another pole.

Fiona was nowhere in immediate visual range, but they could hear a somewhat familiar alto singing somewhere nearby.

"No body knooooows the tribbles I've seeen...."

"No---booooooday knows my sorrows!"

There was a jingling and a rustling of crinolines on cement.

"Anyone catch the shuttle that got me?" Yuna groaned as consciousness flirted with her mind.

The singing broke off

"Nope... boot I think I kin describe eet."

"Fi?" Yuna slurred, still shaking off the stun.

"Aye?" came the response. There was a rustle, a grunt and a curse. "Tis me... how're ye?" the engineer sounded positively cheery.

"I feel like I've been hit by a shuttle... refer to my previous comment," Yuna grumped, trying to shake the fogginess from her mind and the ringing from her ears.

The slowly awakening women could hear the sound of muffled music overhead. It was loud but different than that of the club they'd recently been in. Every now and then there was a shout from the crowd.

"Pfffft... shake eet oof, Woman, oop!" Fi's voice sounded somewhat strained. There was a rustling and a long tearing noise followed by a light clunk and a curse.

"Shake it off, my ass," Yuna slurred, testing the bonds that held her. "Char, you with us girl?"

There wasn't much play in the ropes but she could use her hands a bit. Movement caused prickles of feeling to shoot to her fingers and up her arms. Evidently she'd been in place long enough for her hands to go to sleep.

"Thet went well," muttered Fiona.

"I'd like to voice objection to that," the Trill grumped, working the bonds that held her. Her wrists rapidly became bloody with the friction of her efforts. "This is NOT how I wanted the evening to end"

"Oh... it's not oover yet, Dottie."

"All I wanted was to steal away in a shuttle for a few days... but nooo," Selune mumbled.

"How you goin over there, fluffball?" Celes asked, able to see Selune out of the corner of her eye.

"Well... I can hear again... so it could be worse... where are we?"

With a muttering of alien syllables, Charybdis showed her first signs of life, followed by a few more unintelligible words which ended in her awakening with a start, her breathing somewhat labored. She looked around and assessed their situation.

"This'll certainly go down in the annals of the Bonne Chance as a shining moment of stellar leadership," Char berated herself. "Everyone accounted for?"

There was another grunt and curse. "Could be worse, could be rainin," Fi said then added "Aye... all present and somewhut accounted for, fearless leader."

"Okay then, priorities- we have to get loose. Options? Selune, do you have claws? Can you cut your way out?" The science officer strained at her bonds, but the rope was too flexible and she couldn't bring her strength properly to bear upon it. "I... can't snap... my bonds..." she exclaimed with a grunt.

Blinking she looked at Chary like the idea had never crossed her mind... because frankly it hadn't. For a Caitian to use their claws for anything over the last few hundred years was... unbecoming. Not that she could fault the logic. "I... could..." she eventually conceded as she began twisting her wrists, "If I can reach the rope."

"Okay, anyone else have any other options? We don't know how much time we have people... they wanted us alive, and that's good, but we need to get moving now while we have privacy and opportunity."

Fiona grunted something then said, "Workin' on it..." there was a rustling and clanking creaking sound. "If I could joost... oo BUGGER!"

"Fi... talk to me babe," Yuna couldn't really see Fi, but she could definitely hear her.

There was a silence then the scot said rather breathlessly, "Well... what wuid ye like to... talk aboot?" The small woman sounded a bit...compressed and strained. The creaking came again then there was a, "Heads oop!" as a small bright red rectangular object skittered out of the darkness and came to rest almost against Yuna's foot. The rectanglar tool had a white cross inscribed on one side, and a number of grooves in one of the long facings that seemed to indicate points of access.

"Two points! An tha crowd goes... ohh bollocks!" CRASH! "M... okay..."'

"I dislike the sound of that. Yuna, what's going on over there?" Char strained to see but between her bonds and Yuna being tied opposite her she couldn't maneuver her field of vision.

"Nothin much... joost hangin round," came the grunted response from the darkness from Fiona "I wuid really preciate an assist,... soon as ye can...."

"If I could help you I would!" Yuna retorted angrily. Working her wrists against the bonds, she reached out with a strappy heel clad foot towards the knife... "Char... need your help here," She managed to flick it just a little closer to Char's hands.

"No problem... I'm not goin... anywhere," Fi grunted.

The first officer couldn't quite reach it from where she was, but she wasn't about to waste the opportunity. "Yuna, I'm assuming we're tied together, so I am standing up now. Brace yourself."

With that she tucked her legs beneath her and none too smoothly slid up the pole. She was grateful for the leather jacket, but worried about Yuna, who had no such protection.

Sure enough when Char moved so did Yuna... it wasn't terribly comfortable but the bonus was that her frock was smooth and silky, and it slid nicely.

"I think I've lost a layer of skin on that pole," Yuna grumped, having to stand on her tippytoes to maintain height with Char. Comfortable it most certainly was not.

No time for those concerns now, though. The scientist caught the heel of one boot in the heel of the other and pulled her foot free of it, then lowered herself down until her foot could reach the knife. She fumbled with it for a few seconds with her toes, then got hold of it and brought it slowly and gingerly up to Yuna's hands.

"Okay... Yuna... can you take it...?" Bending her leg back at this angle wasn't particularly a challenge for the gymnast, but holding the knife between her toes and keeping it steady was taking an enormous amount of willpower, and her toes were beginning to cramp.

Yuna carefully felt with her fingers until she could feel the knife, flicked the blade open, then reversed her grip so the blade rested against the delicate flesh of her wrists. The cool metal stung the blood-soaked skin but she used the sensation to better position it, laying against the tight bonds and beginning to saw away at them.

"Nearly there... just... hang... on..." she grunted in exertion.

There was a snort then a wheezed, "No... Prob... lem..." came the gasped reply from Fiona.

The pressure was mounting... Char didn't know what was going on, but she knew Fiona, and that subtle cry for help sounded very, very bad. She didn't want to rush the process, but she couldn't wait much longer. She braced her hands against one another and began to pull against the ropes, hoping to snap them as Yuna sawed at them, or at least make her sawing that much more effective by putting the cords under extreme duress. She could feel the fibers giving... just a few more seconds...

Meanwhile Selune worked on fraying the rope around her wrists, wincing as years of cultural pressure highlighted exactly what she was doing. On the bright side she did keep her claws sharp like any good Caitian, so it wasn't long before the rope began to give. It was an awkward maneuver to get her wrists twisted the right way, but it was working.

The ropes that the Caitain had been worrying gave out, unraveling around the strands she had clawed to pieces. She had one hand free now and she wasted no time clawing at the other, this time going much faster with the freedom of an arm.

Precious moments stretched out, then the rope Yuna had been sawing at gave way and one loop dropped. Char yanked a hand free, planted her foot against the pole and brought her leverage to bear to snap her other hand free, releasing Yuna in the process. "Good work, Celes... Fi?" the excitable executive looked around wildly for the engineer.

"Yeah..." the word sounded breathless. Char's head jerked upward, following the origin of the sound.

It took her a moment to figure out what she was seeing, as there were several bundles and boxes hanging from the ceiling, hams maybe? Some sort of smoked meats? And in amongst them what looked like a fluffy pinata dangling in the middle of them.

Evidently the scot had been hung up with her arms behind her but had managed to swing and twist until her arms were straight but she was bent almost double... not terribly comfortable, nor conducive to a clear airway. Currently her skin was beginning to turn a number of shades of rather a bluish color that was not a good sign at all.

 

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