Human Trade
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Femdom
John would do anything to save his people, even if it required trading in human flesh—just as long as the flesh in question was his own and not anyone else’s.
Just a little playing around while watching season four.
I did the first part yesterday. This may be the end here.
Into the Fire
John approached the top of the city shield, his guts tight with anticipation, although at this point, he wasn’t sure what was most likely to give him an ulcer first—the thought that this might fail and he’d get beamed away or the idea that it would work and he’d be turning himself over to Larrin. Both were a little unsettling.
“Approaching city shield,” John announced.
“Shield at maximum,” Rodney answered, “but John…”
“I’m not having this argument again,” John said, cutting Rodney off. John had his own issues, and he couldn’t deal with Rodney’s guilt. Not now. Besides, if there were any other way, Rodney would have found it. John knew that.
“I’m bringing the ship down as close as I can get,” Larrin said. “We’re starting to take fire.”
“Compensating,” Rodney said over the comm. “Oh. Well that’s unexpected, although I guess I should have expected it. I mean, the ship is ancient.”
“Rodney?” John asked. It amazing him how many words Rodney would use without ever managing to say anything useful.
“The ship. It can come right through our shields, which makes sense because the same engineers designed both.”
“Great.” Now John didn’t have to worry about passing from one shield to another. He was definitely going to reach Larrin’s ship, which normally wouldn’t be a big problem. He was oddly okay with how often the woman seemed to tie him up, but he preferred to have an exit strategy. After the attack on the replicators when he’d still been on her ship, he knew she’d manufactured that equipment failure that forced him to stay with her for several hours. Having her tease him about not letting him leave had been exciting. Too exciting.
But there wouldn’t be an escape strategy this time.
“I’m in position,” Larrin said. “We actually fit very nicely under your shields, so take your time.”
“Or don’t take your time because we’re still under attack!” Rodney said, his voice devolving into a shriek at the end.
“I’m hurrying,” John reassured him.
“Jumper bay doors opening,” Larrin said. “Feel free to park wherever you like.”
John cleared his throat, but he didn’t comment. Colonel Carter really needed to be more careful about how she phrased things because Larrin was definitely laying claim to everything John was bringing up, including the jumper. But more arguing led to more time lost and more people transported away. Atlantis could afford to lose another jumper. John wasn’t losing any more people.
“I’m heading in now. This time, maybe you can avoid threatening to throw me out the airlock,” John suggested.
“Now why would I damage my own property?” Larrin asked with far too much amusement in her voice. John didn’t have an answer for that, so he concentrated on parking the jumper in the very back of the bay. He really didn’t want to think of himself as property. It was doing very odd things to his libido and his ego, and they were two rather contradictory feelings.
Normally, this sort of confusion sent him running the other way. He wasn’t big on introspection or feelings or anything that bordered on interpersonal relationships. However, his people weren’t going to die because he was having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that he was surrendering to Larrin.
Surrendering.
That probably wasn’t the right word. People who surrendered were prisoners. Prisoners had an obligation to attempt to escape. Actually, John had a lot of experience with being a prisoner. This was actually more like being a slave.
And that was the word he’d been trying to avoid.
Unsuccessfully.
Maybe he should go for boy toy. Then again, maybe Larrin didn’t even plan on using him sexually, which would actually be a disappointment, but John had flirted to get his way often enough that he recognized that same behavior in her. She flirted and danced around him, probably hoping his cock would lead him to do something stupid. Maybe he was just going to be an ATA gene toy. That really didn’t have the same ring to it.
“Docking complete,” John said. He was on autopilot more than the ship. Now came the hard part, and he really didn’t have time to dick around with personal feelings.
“Colonel Sheppard, good luck,” Carter offered.
“Yeah, thanks. Sheppard out,” John said before turning off his radio. He didn’t need to make this any harder. Right. Property. Larrin’s property. He could do this.
John stood up, his hand going to his thigh to rest on his gun, only he didn’t have a gun. Ignoring the cold sinking feeling in his guts, he maneuvered between the boxes of foodstuffs Atlantis had sent and triggered the back doors.
“Whoa. Hey, what happened to not damaging property?” John asked as he faced dozens of armed soldiers. With no way to defend himself, he raised his hands in surrender.
Larrin stepped forward. “I don’t know. Are you mine, John? You didn’t come up here with some ridiculous plan to overpower my people and take control of a ship powerful enough to evacuate your people, did you?”
“What? No.” John tried to sound indignant, but it was hard because that had been one of the various plans Carter had put forward. Unfortunately, John knew Larrin well enough to know that she’d kill all of them and half her own crew to defend her ship.
“Then come on down,” Larrin said.
John clenched his teeth and walked toward all the guns pointed at his head. It was a little uncomfortable. Larrin tossed something, and John caught it by instinct before he even realized what he had. They were manacles. Ancient manacles were thick with a solid bar between them, and John knew from experience they were a bitch to get out of.
“Cuff yourself,” Larrin ordered.
Every instinct in John’s body screamed at him to fight. He didn’t even take orders from commanding officers when he really disagreed with them, and he definitely disagreed with this order. But this is what he signed up for.
He put one half around his left wrist and clicked it shut before starting to do the same with his right.
“No,” Larrin stopped him. “Behind your back.”
John pressed his lips together, but he put his hands behind his back and felt around until he could lock the second half around his right wrist. “Okay, what now?”
“Turn around and walk backwards,” Larrin ordered him. This was supposed to be him surrendering, but it was feeling a whole lot more like getting captured. Still, John turned around and walked backwards until he felt a hand grab the center bar on the cuffs. Larrin. He could smell her. Feel her body behind his. And that was definitely a lot of confusion stirring around in his gut. Fear, sure. But he was a long friend to fear. They hung out and had beers. This was fear, but it was definitely more. He was so screwed.
“On your knees,” Larrin ordered.
“It’s a little hard with you holding my cuffs,” John pointed out.
He felt a hard gun muzzle press into his left side. “Try,” she suggested.
“You know, if it weren’t for the fact that I agreed to this trade, I’d be really complaining right now,” John said as he tried to kneel. She kept her hold on the cuffs so he ended up awkwardly dropping far too hard onto the metal deck plates, and even then he had to bend forward with his head toward the ground to take the pressure off his shoulders.
“Funny, that sounds like a complaint.”
“Nah. Ask Rodney to demonstrate what complaining sounds like. Or actually, don’t. I like him in one piece, and he has verbal torture down to an artform. You'd shoot him.”
She pulled up on the cuffs a little more, and John grunted as he was forced to bend farther down, his arms behind him at a painful angle. “Check the jumper,” she ordered, and several sets of footsteps started running across the deck.
“Larrin, please. You promised to let my people in. I held up my end of the bargain. You have to let the other jumpers start bringing people up,” John said. He was trying to stay calm, to keep his attitude under control, at least until the Atlantis expedition was somewhere safe, but it was hard when she was being a cold stone bitch. Worse, she was being logical. She knew them well enough to expect the trick, which was exactly why he’d argued rather vehemently against trying one.
“You expect me to believe you don’t have backup plans? You expect me to believe that your people will just turn you over?”
“Well, I’m here, and they’re out there waiting, so yeah, I do expect you to believe it.”
“It’s clear. All systems are powered down.” Someone reported.
“The boxes?” Larrin pulled on the cuffs again, and John groaned, but he really couldn’t do anything more to get the pressure off his shoulders.
“Food. It’s all food.”
“Satisfied?” John asked.
“No.” Larrin charged her stun weapon. He could hear the whine of the poorly maintained power source.
“Then shoot me and get it over with, or dislocate both my shoulders. I belong to you so you can do that now, and I’m not going to try to stop you, but save my people, damn it. That’s our deal.” John could feel panic rise up like bile, and he was a half second away from attacking her, even if he’d be dead inside a minute and he knew it.
Suddenly, the pressure on his shoulders eased up. “Open the hanger doors. One jumper at a time, all guests and their cargo escorted to storage three,” Larrin ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” a number of voices answered, and then footsteps rang as people scrambled to carry out her ordered. Say what you want about her, she ran a tight ship. The stunner made a little chirp that John really hoped was a power down order.
Without warning, she released his arms, and he let them drop to the small of his back, his shoulders immediately aching as blood rushed back into overstrained joints. When she walked around to the side, John angled his head to look at her. She crouched down, one of her hands resting on John’s shoulder.
“So, are you really mine, John?”
He swallowed even though his mouth was dry. “Save my people, and it’s a fair trade. I’m yours,” he agreed.
She smiled as she reached out to run fingers over his jaw, and John just closed his eyes. He really couldn’t deal with tenderness right now. The nearly dislocated shoulders had been the kinder gesture.
“The trade is more than fair,” Larrin said. “However, I don’t think your people will handle it well if they see you on your knees. Let’s get you out of here and set up in some quarters,” she said. She stood and got a hand under his arm to help him up.
“Quarters or a cell?”
“Both have a bed. Does it really matter to you which you’re in?”
John got his feet under him and heaved himself up despite the bruised kneecaps. A cell had bars and locks, but he’d already agreed to take her orders, so locks didn’t really matter at this point. “No, I guess it doesn’t,” he said as he gave one last fond thought for his quarters on Atlantis. He’d never stand at his window and see the spires or practice his golf swing off the terraces or see his Johnny Cash poster. Yeah, there were things he’d miss more… people he’d miss more. But right now he was only allowing himself to mourn the room.
Larrin turned and gestured toward a corridor, and John turned his back on his jumper and started into Larrin’s ship.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Femdom
John would do anything to save his people, even if it required trading in human flesh—just as long as the flesh in question was his own and not anyone else’s.
Just a little playing around while watching season four.
I did the first part yesterday. This may be the end here.
Into the Fire
John approached the top of the city shield, his guts tight with anticipation, although at this point, he wasn’t sure what was most likely to give him an ulcer first—the thought that this might fail and he’d get beamed away or the idea that it would work and he’d be turning himself over to Larrin. Both were a little unsettling.
“Approaching city shield,” John announced.
“Shield at maximum,” Rodney answered, “but John…”
“I’m not having this argument again,” John said, cutting Rodney off. John had his own issues, and he couldn’t deal with Rodney’s guilt. Not now. Besides, if there were any other way, Rodney would have found it. John knew that.
“I’m bringing the ship down as close as I can get,” Larrin said. “We’re starting to take fire.”
“Compensating,” Rodney said over the comm. “Oh. Well that’s unexpected, although I guess I should have expected it. I mean, the ship is ancient.”
“Rodney?” John asked. It amazing him how many words Rodney would use without ever managing to say anything useful.
“The ship. It can come right through our shields, which makes sense because the same engineers designed both.”
“Great.” Now John didn’t have to worry about passing from one shield to another. He was definitely going to reach Larrin’s ship, which normally wouldn’t be a big problem. He was oddly okay with how often the woman seemed to tie him up, but he preferred to have an exit strategy. After the attack on the replicators when he’d still been on her ship, he knew she’d manufactured that equipment failure that forced him to stay with her for several hours. Having her tease him about not letting him leave had been exciting. Too exciting.
But there wouldn’t be an escape strategy this time.
“I’m in position,” Larrin said. “We actually fit very nicely under your shields, so take your time.”
“Or don’t take your time because we’re still under attack!” Rodney said, his voice devolving into a shriek at the end.
“I’m hurrying,” John reassured him.
“Jumper bay doors opening,” Larrin said. “Feel free to park wherever you like.”
John cleared his throat, but he didn’t comment. Colonel Carter really needed to be more careful about how she phrased things because Larrin was definitely laying claim to everything John was bringing up, including the jumper. But more arguing led to more time lost and more people transported away. Atlantis could afford to lose another jumper. John wasn’t losing any more people.
“I’m heading in now. This time, maybe you can avoid threatening to throw me out the airlock,” John suggested.
“Now why would I damage my own property?” Larrin asked with far too much amusement in her voice. John didn’t have an answer for that, so he concentrated on parking the jumper in the very back of the bay. He really didn’t want to think of himself as property. It was doing very odd things to his libido and his ego, and they were two rather contradictory feelings.
Normally, this sort of confusion sent him running the other way. He wasn’t big on introspection or feelings or anything that bordered on interpersonal relationships. However, his people weren’t going to die because he was having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that he was surrendering to Larrin.
Surrendering.
That probably wasn’t the right word. People who surrendered were prisoners. Prisoners had an obligation to attempt to escape. Actually, John had a lot of experience with being a prisoner. This was actually more like being a slave.
And that was the word he’d been trying to avoid.
Unsuccessfully.
Maybe he should go for boy toy. Then again, maybe Larrin didn’t even plan on using him sexually, which would actually be a disappointment, but John had flirted to get his way often enough that he recognized that same behavior in her. She flirted and danced around him, probably hoping his cock would lead him to do something stupid. Maybe he was just going to be an ATA gene toy. That really didn’t have the same ring to it.
“Docking complete,” John said. He was on autopilot more than the ship. Now came the hard part, and he really didn’t have time to dick around with personal feelings.
“Colonel Sheppard, good luck,” Carter offered.
“Yeah, thanks. Sheppard out,” John said before turning off his radio. He didn’t need to make this any harder. Right. Property. Larrin’s property. He could do this.
John stood up, his hand going to his thigh to rest on his gun, only he didn’t have a gun. Ignoring the cold sinking feeling in his guts, he maneuvered between the boxes of foodstuffs Atlantis had sent and triggered the back doors.
“Whoa. Hey, what happened to not damaging property?” John asked as he faced dozens of armed soldiers. With no way to defend himself, he raised his hands in surrender.
Larrin stepped forward. “I don’t know. Are you mine, John? You didn’t come up here with some ridiculous plan to overpower my people and take control of a ship powerful enough to evacuate your people, did you?”
“What? No.” John tried to sound indignant, but it was hard because that had been one of the various plans Carter had put forward. Unfortunately, John knew Larrin well enough to know that she’d kill all of them and half her own crew to defend her ship.
“Then come on down,” Larrin said.
John clenched his teeth and walked toward all the guns pointed at his head. It was a little uncomfortable. Larrin tossed something, and John caught it by instinct before he even realized what he had. They were manacles. Ancient manacles were thick with a solid bar between them, and John knew from experience they were a bitch to get out of.
“Cuff yourself,” Larrin ordered.
Every instinct in John’s body screamed at him to fight. He didn’t even take orders from commanding officers when he really disagreed with them, and he definitely disagreed with this order. But this is what he signed up for.
He put one half around his left wrist and clicked it shut before starting to do the same with his right.
“No,” Larrin stopped him. “Behind your back.”
John pressed his lips together, but he put his hands behind his back and felt around until he could lock the second half around his right wrist. “Okay, what now?”
“Turn around and walk backwards,” Larrin ordered him. This was supposed to be him surrendering, but it was feeling a whole lot more like getting captured. Still, John turned around and walked backwards until he felt a hand grab the center bar on the cuffs. Larrin. He could smell her. Feel her body behind his. And that was definitely a lot of confusion stirring around in his gut. Fear, sure. But he was a long friend to fear. They hung out and had beers. This was fear, but it was definitely more. He was so screwed.
“On your knees,” Larrin ordered.
“It’s a little hard with you holding my cuffs,” John pointed out.
He felt a hard gun muzzle press into his left side. “Try,” she suggested.
“You know, if it weren’t for the fact that I agreed to this trade, I’d be really complaining right now,” John said as he tried to kneel. She kept her hold on the cuffs so he ended up awkwardly dropping far too hard onto the metal deck plates, and even then he had to bend forward with his head toward the ground to take the pressure off his shoulders.
“Funny, that sounds like a complaint.”
“Nah. Ask Rodney to demonstrate what complaining sounds like. Or actually, don’t. I like him in one piece, and he has verbal torture down to an artform. You'd shoot him.”
She pulled up on the cuffs a little more, and John grunted as he was forced to bend farther down, his arms behind him at a painful angle. “Check the jumper,” she ordered, and several sets of footsteps started running across the deck.
“Larrin, please. You promised to let my people in. I held up my end of the bargain. You have to let the other jumpers start bringing people up,” John said. He was trying to stay calm, to keep his attitude under control, at least until the Atlantis expedition was somewhere safe, but it was hard when she was being a cold stone bitch. Worse, she was being logical. She knew them well enough to expect the trick, which was exactly why he’d argued rather vehemently against trying one.
“You expect me to believe you don’t have backup plans? You expect me to believe that your people will just turn you over?”
“Well, I’m here, and they’re out there waiting, so yeah, I do expect you to believe it.”
“It’s clear. All systems are powered down.” Someone reported.
“The boxes?” Larrin pulled on the cuffs again, and John groaned, but he really couldn’t do anything more to get the pressure off his shoulders.
“Food. It’s all food.”
“Satisfied?” John asked.
“No.” Larrin charged her stun weapon. He could hear the whine of the poorly maintained power source.
“Then shoot me and get it over with, or dislocate both my shoulders. I belong to you so you can do that now, and I’m not going to try to stop you, but save my people, damn it. That’s our deal.” John could feel panic rise up like bile, and he was a half second away from attacking her, even if he’d be dead inside a minute and he knew it.
Suddenly, the pressure on his shoulders eased up. “Open the hanger doors. One jumper at a time, all guests and their cargo escorted to storage three,” Larrin ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” a number of voices answered, and then footsteps rang as people scrambled to carry out her ordered. Say what you want about her, she ran a tight ship. The stunner made a little chirp that John really hoped was a power down order.
Without warning, she released his arms, and he let them drop to the small of his back, his shoulders immediately aching as blood rushed back into overstrained joints. When she walked around to the side, John angled his head to look at her. She crouched down, one of her hands resting on John’s shoulder.
“So, are you really mine, John?”
He swallowed even though his mouth was dry. “Save my people, and it’s a fair trade. I’m yours,” he agreed.
She smiled as she reached out to run fingers over his jaw, and John just closed his eyes. He really couldn’t deal with tenderness right now. The nearly dislocated shoulders had been the kinder gesture.
“The trade is more than fair,” Larrin said. “However, I don’t think your people will handle it well if they see you on your knees. Let’s get you out of here and set up in some quarters,” she said. She stood and got a hand under his arm to help him up.
“Quarters or a cell?”
“Both have a bed. Does it really matter to you which you’re in?”
John got his feet under him and heaved himself up despite the bruised kneecaps. A cell had bars and locks, but he’d already agreed to take her orders, so locks didn’t really matter at this point. “No, I guess it doesn’t,” he said as he gave one last fond thought for his quarters on Atlantis. He’d never stand at his window and see the spires or practice his golf swing off the terraces or see his Johnny Cash poster. Yeah, there were things he’d miss more… people he’d miss more. But right now he was only allowing himself to mourn the room.
Larrin turned and gestured toward a corridor, and John turned his back on his jumper and started into Larrin’s ship.
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Date: 2013-08-26 05:34 am (UTC)Poor John!! And: Great John.
You did an awesome job again. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2013-08-26 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-26 11:32 am (UTC)is there going to be more?
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Date: 2013-08-26 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-27 03:15 am (UTC)Megotiations to buy him back could be really interesting.
And I still want to know who is attacking them. :)
And I'm realizing that I'm not telling you the most important thing, which is you have the characters down very nicely and you've set up an intriguing scenario, as usual. :)