Four Slavegirl Drabbles
Four Short Miscellaneous Bondage Stories
Author’s Note: A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words. For these four, I used already-established settings from some of my previous stories. “The Halfling’s Silver Spoon” used not only the setting but characters from “Viper Madness,” while the other three have new characters. “Allergy” is in the setting of “Hostage Corps,” “Her Master’s Rescue” is in the setting of my “Cern” novels, and “Her New Home” is, of course, set in my Demancipation alternate-history.
The Halfling’s Silver Spoon
“Here it is,” Elarra said, reaching under the dish hutch. As a goblin lass among halflings, she wore ankle fetters and a slave collar, but this morning her hands were free.
“Hand it over,” Master Tilborn told her.
“Yes, master.”
Mistress Myrtle snatched the silver spoon away. She was a cousin of Elarra’s owner and normally Elarra’s friend. But she had been terribly upset when her heirloom had gone missing.
“No good deed goes unpunished.” Mistress Myrtle pointed the spoon at Elarra. “So punish her thoroughly.” Then she grinned, Elarra’s friend once more. “But make it something she really enjoys.”
Allergy
Cynthia-slave sat apart from Master Maack. She wanted to comfort and be comforted by him. But not if it made his blue bisnik fur fall out. Not if it made him itch. So they waited, not speaking. He rubbed his horns, looking away.
They would miss each other, if he sold her, or if the Hostage Corps discharged her.
The doctor came in. “Good news,” she said. “You’re not allergic to humans; you’re allergic to Earth-cotton.” She grinned, bisnik-style. “You get to stay,” she told Cynthia. Then back to Master Maack again, “You’ll have to burn all of her clothing.”
Her Master’s Rescue
Master Dwight drew his sword. “I have come for my property.”
Penny’s heart lifted. She was the property. Master had come for her.
“I think not.” Samu ib Hagith had his own sword out. “I intend to brand the saucy slut.”
“No. You won’t.”
Steel clashed. Penny knelt, head down, peeking at the fight. Her Ysbene captor fenced more precisely, but her Cernian master had more heart. He parried, lunged, struck home; Lord Samu went down, clutching at his hipflask of aqua vita to treat his wound.
Then the loving, friendly ropes of Master Dwight bound Penny, hand and foot.
Her New Home
When the Americans found Kyung-ja, wandering lost after her village was shelled, Corporal Bowen sought out her father and paid for her. Honestly. Generously. She was already collared, of course.
On the ship, she studied English and recent history. The Nineteenth Amendment had enslaved all American women, as part of the world-wide trend. The Russians were allies against the Nazis, and then the communist-feminists became Cold War enemies. Communist women were technically ‘free’ but treated horribly. Kyung-ja knew that already, from the North Koreans.
The Golden Gate Bridge came into view.
“Welcome to your new home,” said her American master.