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An Adult Futurama Fanfic

Written By El-Man

with help and feedback from Marcus

Art By BeamSpike El-Man Marcus Nerd3D

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is wholly, totally, and probably violently unauthorized by the legal owners of Futurama, ie, Fox Corporation. No disrespect is intended towards the actual creators/producers, Matt Groening, David X. Cohen, or anyone else who helped create the show. It contains scenes of violence, bondage, nudity, non-consentual sex, and the darker side of the Futurama universe, taking the characters way out of their usual whacky and funny situations, and placing them way out in left field. This is a work of non-profit parody as mentioned in the United States Copyright Act. Is it immoral? Pretty much. Is it canon? Don’t be stupid. Was it fun to write? You bet your ass. J Note: The author does not condone or endorse kidnapping, violence towards women, or the sexual shenanigans portrayed in this story. It’s a work of fantasy. Understand? Also, the characters are assumed to have an enlightened 30th century attitude towards sex, not the prudish one that most of today’s world seems to have. And it’s the 21st century… K Therefore, if you do read the story and get offended by the content, don’t come bitching to me. You were warned. Legal Bit: This file contains sexually oriented adult material intended for individuals 18 years of age or older and of legal age to view sexually explicit material as determined by the local and national laws of the region in which you reside. If you are not yet 18, if adult material offends you, or if you are accessing this file from any country or locale where adult material is specifically prohibited by law, GO NO FURTHER! If you do proceed, then you are deemed to have read and agreed to all of the following conditions: ♦ I am an adult, being at least 18 (or 21, depending on individual state laws regarding access to adult subject matter) years of age. ♦ I believe that free adults have the right to decide for themselves what they will view without government interference and I consent to viewing adult-oriented material. ♦ I warrant that it is legal to view such material in my locale and country. ♦ I will not permit any minor, or any person who would find this personally offensive, to view this material. ♦ I will not hold the author or any contributor, the site from where this file was obtained, it's officers, internet providers, owners, creators, employees and any affiliate company, from and against any claims, liability, losses, costs, damages, or expenses (including attorney's fees) arising from my use of or the information contained therein.

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pace, the final frontier. Well, it used to be. Now they’re working on some sort of dimensional travel, and it’s taken the ‘final frontier’ cliché for itself. Space is now just something else to pasSs thr ough. And pass through it humankind does, in all sorts of vessels, ranging from beautiful and graceful, to rather ugly and functional. The latter description more closely fits the small, green-painted rocket belonging to Planet Express Inc., based in New New York City, Earth. It was currently on a direct course for Mars, eschewing the usual hyperbolic orbit transfer method, going for the faster, direct route. But even that wasn’t fast enough for its hyperactive passenger. “What do you mean, an hour?!?” Amy Wong cried as she burst through the door to the flight deck. Sitting at the control console, Turanga Leela didn’t even bother to turn and answer, her single eye narrowing as she let out a silent breath. She heard Amy’s high-heeled shoes click on the deck, and then the oriental girl was standing in front of the console, between Leela and the view of the forward windows. Leela barely acknowledged her. She was in no mood for tantrums. “Well?” Amy demanded, her hands sliding to her hips. Despite her attitude, she looked stunning, dressed in a brand-new evening gown with all the trimmings; gloves, earrings, the lot. Leela’s own mood darkened a little more. That outfit probably cost more than she made in six months. “I said, planetfall will be in about an hour,” she replied, almost through clenched teeth. “Amy, I’m sorry Interplanetary Limo cancelled your ride, but I’m not putting any dark matter into the engines!” “Hey!” Amy blurted. “I’m the client! You do what I say, Leela! Besides, you’ve put dark matter in the engines befo-” “And I’m the Captain!” Leela interrupted, springing to her feet and looking down at Amy, who cringed back a little. “Do your parents want to pay for the overhaul we’ll have to do to the engines, just so you can arrive at the Mars University Mixing Ball on time?” “But this is the social event of the decade!” Amy wailed. Leela sat back down, hands sliding around the controls again. That’s what Amy had said about last year’s ball.

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“So you’ll be fashionably late,” she sighed, pressing buttons. “Look, I’ll even set down in the Mars U parking lot for you…” Amy bristled again. “So I can be seen arriving in this heap? No thank you!” With that, she spun on her heel, stalked to the forward seats and plonked herself down on the couch. Mars was not visible yet due to their proximity to the sun, but that didn’t stop her trying to find it. Leela didn’t know whether to sigh or snarl. A perfectly good Saturday evening, shot to hell, and here she was ferrying this brat to a Mars U grope-fest. It had begun when Amy’s fancy ride to Mars had cancelled on her, citing mechanical problems. There was then promptly much un-ladylike cursing in Korean, so much that the video-phone screen nearly cracked. A flurry of frantic calls confirmed there was nothing else with any sort of class available. Amy had then looked at the Planet Express ship, shuddered, and offered twice the going rate to urgently take her to Mars, right now. Professor Farnsworth, unexpectedly awake at three in the afternoon, had practically thrown Leela into the ship and made Fry sweep the steps before kowtowing Amy aboard. To add insult to injury, nobody had come with them. Fry and Bender had swiftly taken off drinking, the Professor wandering off to his chair for a nap, and Zoidberg and Hermes were nowhere to be seen. So Leela had to put with Amy for the duration. When this little trip was over, and their relationship went from contractor/client to captain/apprentice again, she’d make Amy wash and wax the entire ship. But the fact they were alone had serious ramifications for the near future. Leela had, of course, noticed the small spacecraft that was seemingly following them. Nothing unusual about that, the Earth to Mars run was a commonly used, although still big piece of space. But their scanners were not sensitive enough to detect the tiny, stealthy object it fired towards them… CLUNK! “What was that?” “You hit a small rock or something. Some pilot.” Leela ignored the surly insult. Her console had started flashing and bleeping. “A small rock that sets off the ‘hull breach’ alert? I don’t think so.” She quickly pulled the throttle back to idle. Amy, hearing the engine whine die, leapt to her feet. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Listen, ‘Ms. Wong’,” Leela snapped, finally having enough of Amy’s jibing. “You want to arrive at Mars in pieces? Put on a suit and get the repair kit! I’ll try to find out exactly where the breach is.” Amy huffed and spluttered, but she wasn’t stupid. A hole in the hull could be serious, worth every precaution they could take, and she knew that if the hole was small enough they could quickly patch it and be on their way. So she made her way to the equipment locker while Leela pressed buttons on her console. She was about to turn her attention to how to put a spacesuit on while wearing a tight evening dress, when a feeling of lightheadedness washed over her. And it didn’t go away, it got worse with each passing breath. She turned to face Leela, and the world seemed to move in slow motion. “Umm… Leela… I…” was all she got out before collapsing on the deck. Leela gasped as she watched Amy fall. The breach was in here? Wait, there’s been no pressure drop, so what’s wrong? She took a couple of deep breaths. No, the air was all right. She slipped out of her chair to help Amy, then fell to her hands and knees as the room began to spin. Then she was treated to the sight of the textured deck rushing up to greet her, but her world went black before she hit it. Her last thought was that maybe the air wasn’t all right…

  

When awareness began to return, the first thing Leela noticed was how cool it was. Not unpleasantly cold, just cool. Then came more sensation, as her mind struggled back to consciousness. She was on her side, lying on something smooth but firm, so it definitely wasn’t the ship’s deck. There was almost no noise, apart from her own breathing. Her arms were behind her, and her feet together. She made to move, to rub her eye and sit up - but couldn’t. Her arms stayed where they were, so she tried harder, but they still wouldn’t move. There was something tight around her wrists. Her eyelid cracked open, finally focussing on her bare feet. What was that around her ankles? She couldn’t separate her feet, but they did still move. Just a minute - where were her boots? She glanced

4 The Turning Of The Worms down at herself, seeing nothing but bare skin. That took a second or two to register. Leela gasped fully awake, her head jerking up from where she lay, and damn near choked herself as her head was bought up short by something around her neck. She flopped back with a gurgle, heart beginning to beat rapidly. Where the hell were her clothes? She lifted her head up again, shaking it back and forth, as if to dispel something that felt more and more like harsh reality. No, it was true. Apart from what felt like metal around her wrists, ankles, and neck, she wasn’t wearing a damned thing. She sat up, more careful this time, turning to see a wall behind her, a metal cable dangling from a hole in the wall, presumably attached to the collar she wore. When she managed to turn her arms to see the cuffs on her wrists, a dull but still shiny grey, she realised it wasn’t pure metal, but one of those metal-ceramic hybrids used for structural building. Then she spent a futile minute struggling, but there was absolutely no give, and the collar wouldn’t even let her rise above a sitting position. Leela turned her attention to where she was, sitting on some sort of sealed sleeping pad, in a plain, dark grey room, not very well lit, but she found no reason to complain about that. It looked pretty square, about four or five metres, and two and half to three high. The dim light came from glowpanels in the ceiling, and the floor looked the same as the wall material. Over to her left, looked like what might be a door, and on her right - was another woman. Golden skin, short dark hair… “Amy!” Leela gasped. The oriental girl was restrained exactly the same way, and also not wearing a stitch. She was still unconscious, chest moving with every breath. Leela managed to twist herself to the side, and began to poke Amy on the thigh with her feet. “Amy!” she repeated. “Wake up. Wake up!” A soft groan came from Amy’s mouth, and her eyes cracked open. “No, mom,” she moaned. “Do’n wanna geddup…” “I’m not your mother!” Leela snapped, poking hard with her toes. “Wake up, dammit!” Amy scrunched her eyes up, and wriggled. Then her eyes flicked open wide, as all the pieces fell into place. Why she couldn’t move, why it was cold, and why Leela was in the nude and poking her with chained feet. “Gyaaah! Leela! Where are we? Where’s my dress?! Where’s anything!?!” Amy scrabbled back against the wall, frantically looking around and drawing her legs up, beginning to pant rapidly. “Calm down!” Leela ordered, swinging her own legs back onto the mat she sat on. “I just woke up myself. I don’t know any more than you do.” “Somebody’s kidnapped us?” Amy panted. “Who? Space pirates?” “Space pirates usually take the ship and let the crew go,” Leela replied. “Who’d want to pirate the Planet Express ship? It’s not worth that much compared to a luxury space yacht. No… I think we were the targets.” “What? Why?” “I don’t know,” Leela said as she twisted her arms to view the cuffs around her wrists again. “Who would want to go to this much trouble, even to hold someone for ransom? It doesn’t make sense.” “They’re perverts whoever they are!” Amy snapped. “Why’d they take our clothes?” Leela was about to answer, but a thumping sound make her look the other way, towards the door. Footsteps. Metallic footsteps, coming closer. Amy heard it too, also fixing her gaze in the same direction. The footsteps stopped, and there was a beeping sound for a second, and the door to the room slid open. In walked a robot, large, silver and brown. It was solidly built, four huge arms with grasping fingers at the ends, a swivel waist. It strode over to the two captive women, as if scanning them. Amy took the initiative. “Hey! Who are you?!” she demanded. “Why have you brought us here?” The huge machine didn’t even acknowledge her, it merely continued to look at them. “Don’t waste your breath, Amy,” Leela spoke. “It’s a PMR.” “A what?” “Prisoner Maintenance Robot. A Mark Six, I think.” Seeing Amy’s puzzled look, she continued. “They’re used to control and guard prisoners. They don’t have any sort of personality programming, they’re just machines. All they do is follow orders.” Finally the robot moved. One of its right arms extended towards Leela, and she cringed

5 The Turning Of The Worms backwards, but there was no escaping. She saw the steel fingers open and come closer. They seemed to be coming towards her face! She turned her head away, dreading the coolness of the metal against her cheek - but then it reached behind her, the fingers clamping around the cable which held her collar to the wall. It effortlessly pulled the cable free, and slowly raised Leela to her feet. She wobbled, trying to maintain her balance. “What’s it doing?” Amy asked, unable to keep the apprehension out of her voice. “It must be taking me somewhere,” Leela answered, flexing her knees, trying to stand still with her feet still held tightly together. “Although how it expects me to walk like th-” As if reply to her half-asked question, the cuffs on her ankles suddenly clicked apart, revealing they were now joined by another short cable. It was only a couple of decimeters, but it was enough to let her hold her balance and slowly shuffle. Amy winced as robot reached for her with its left arm, and soon she was held by the collar beside Leela. Rotating around, they found themselves being pushed slowly towards the open doorway, squinting at the extra light as it got brighter and brighter… And found themselves in an adjoining hallway. A lavishly decorated hallway, that looked like it belonged in a mansion. There were several art prints on the walls, and even thick carpet under their bare feet. They looked around, even more puzzled than before, before the robot began frog-marching them down the corridor. Fortunately it was doing it slowly enough that they could keep pace with their ankles hobbled. The corridor was not long, at the end an open doorway led to what looked like a living area beyond. “Now I guess we find out why,” Leela frowned. Amy just gave an embarrassed glance in response. They were pushed into a large room, richly furnished in a mixture of earth tones and blues, several couches and chairs forming a square near the centre. A modern lounge, with tables, potted plants, several computer terminals. There was another robot standing by one of the couches. Well, not standing really, as he had no legs or feet. His lower torso was simply a large, single wheel. His torso and arms were similar to a standard bending unit, but the visual interfaces were slitted and armoured. Definitely not standard. “Well, well,” he began. “Here’s our two little prizes, all awake now…” This robot definitely had personality. Leela spoke first this time. “Who’re you?” she demanded. “Why have you done this to us?” “Well, you can call me Boba Fettish, sweetie,” he replied, looking down at the seat that was between them, its back facing the two girls. “As for the why’s…” Leela and Amy both looked down, eyes fixing on the chair as it spun around. Seated in the chair was someone they both knew, someone who neither of them would have picked as ‘the brains behind all this.’ Leela felt her lip curl up into a scowl, while Amy gasped and blushed. Sitting in the chair now facing them, that annoying grin on his face was… Zapp Brannigan. "YOU!?!" Leela howled. "Brannigan, I’m going to rip your lungs out and make you eat them!!" Zapp merely smirked. Most of it was enjoying the sight of two naked women in front of him. There was Leela on the left, that lovely chest of hers well displayed. He almost wanted to take her now, but he dismissed the notion. He’d have her tied down on her back soon enough… and then there was that little oriental chick he had seen hanging around Kif a few times. She was shorter than Leela and lacked her full curves, but she had a nice waist and hips, and a slender pair of legs. Pity he wouldn’t get to keep her as well. The rest of the smirk was in admiration of Leela's spunk; chains around her wrists, ankles, and neck, her clothing long since gone, and she was still audacious enough to threaten him. "I hardly think that likely, my dear Leela..." he grinned, his voice full of calm and confidence. Leela was taken aback by his reply. That didn’t sound like the Zapp Brannigan she knew. He was just sitting there, relaxed and self possessed, while she was standing nude in front of him. Why wasn’t he drooling over her like he usually did? All he did now was steeple his fingers and relax back into his chair. “Now, I suppose you would like to know why you’re here…” “How about I just tear your arm off and beat you to death with the wet end?” Leela spat back as she struggled.

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Zapp’s smile rose a little more. “Well, I’ll tell you anyway.” He leaned forward, looking her in the eye. “You’re mine now, Leela.” “I’m what?!” “You’re mine,” Zapp repeated. “You belong to me. I own you.” “The HELL you do!” she snarled, struggling. “When I get free…” “But you won’t,” he interrupted. “This has been planned very carefully, my dear. You are in one of the latest prisoner confinement systems, which has never been compromised. The robot holding you can identify your bio-signature using DNA scans. And there are a number of other measures to ensure that you are not going anywhere…” Leela’s eye flicked back and forth, her mind racing. What else was there… “D.O.O.P.!” she cried. “How many laws have you broken? When they find out…” Zapp interrupted her again, but this time with incredulous laughter. “Really, Leela,” he chided. “I practically am D.O.O.P.! You’re starting to sound like that pathetic former aide of mine.” Hearing this, Amy perked up. “Kif?! Kif’s here?” she desperately asked, glancing around the room. “KIF! It’s Amy! Where are you? Help meeee!!” she called.

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“You’re not listening, sweetie,” Zapp smiled. “I said former aide. That little green fool has no idea this place even exists, let alone you being here.” Leela spared Amy an annoyed glance. She had noted the ‘me’ in Amy’s cry for help, not ‘us’. But she let it go, no sense adding to the awkwardness of the situation. She struggled against her chains, but of course, got nowhere. Taking a few deep breaths, she raised her eye to Zapp again. "All right, so you want me, but why Amy? What do you want with her?" "Nothing," Zapp replied, standing up from his seat. “However, she was a condition of me attaining the equipment needed to capture your ship. Stealth probes for delivering gas to your ship’s air venting system are not cheap, you know.” Leela and Amy shared a look. So that was what caused that noise. “So Amy is…?” “Payment,” Zapp answered, as he strode up to Amy, taking her chin in his hand and looking down into her eyes. “Boba here assures me he knows of a proper market for her…” Amy squeaked a reply. “Market..?!” “Yeah,” said Fettish. “I know a planet where I can get fifty thousand gold zooleks for a good- looking human woman. For a little cutie like you, maybe even sixty.” “Indeed,” Zapp replied. “A good price…” With that, his hand released Amy’s chin, only to slide down her bare body, over her chest and belly, ending on her hip. “Hmm, you’ve got a sexy tattoo there, sweetie…” he smiled. Amy turned her head away and whimpered. “Leave her alone!!”" Leela cried, trying to shuffle between them. She almost couldn't move, but there was one thing she could try. There was a small amount of slack between the collar and the metal hand holding its cable. She leant her head back, aiming to slam her forehead on Brannigan's nose, and was putting all her strength into the blow when the cable was quickly jerked backwards by the PMR. Her attack died in a choking gasp as her head was bought up short. She barely saw that annoying smirk on Zapp's face as he took the cable, and pulled it straight up, the pressure applying on her throat as she stood up straight, stretching her up onto the balls of her feet. He made her endure that for a few seconds, ignoring her gurgling and watching her wriggle, then set her back down. Leela gasped with relief, looking up to see his finger in front of her face. “Your impudence will soon cease to be amusing, Leela,” he warned her, the smirk gone. “Be that as it may, you've earned yourself some punishment…” Leela involuntarily shivered. The Zapp Brannigan she knew was an incompetent fool, how had he gotten so calculated and focussed? She watched as Zapp reached to the side of the couch, and his hand came back with a long, plastic rod, and her heart jumped. “What’s that?” she demanded. Zapp’s smirk returned. “You punishment, Leela…” he casually said, dragging her behind the couch, then casually pushing her over the back, her face flumping onto the cushions, her hips high in the air. “Hey!” she cried. “Don’t you dare - OWW!” Her protests were interrupted by a high-pitched swish, and a sharp crack as Zapp bought the rod down hard against her rear. Four more times the rod slapped at her, leaving a stinging pink stripe on her skin, and each time she yelped in pain. Then he hauled her back up, holding her close with the collar around her neck, looking down at her. “You Denubian slimefish!” she spat at him, her eye moistening but still blazing with rage. Zapp didn’t reply, nor did his face react - he merely threw her over the couch again, and resumed her caning. Leela clenched her teeth and hands, determined not to make a sound this time, but she couldn’t help gasp at every stroke. As if the pain wasn’t bad enough, the humiliation of being beaten while so helpless was awful. All she could do was writhe as the rod whipped her shapely rear, now quite pink. Amy was cringing as she watched in horror, still held by the PMR. If Leela was Zapp’s main prize, and he treated her like this, he wouldn’t have the slightest hesitation beating her in the same way. Maybe even worse. Boba Fetish was enjoying the show. Pain meant very little to him personally, but he knew it was a good way to control organics. “That’s it, Brannigan, make it a good thrashin’,” he rasped, his electronic eyes noting Amy’s reaction as well. “That one needs an attitude adjustment.” Zapp did not stop until he had given Leela ten more strokes, then he pulled her to her feet again. Now she was panting rapidly, tears welling up in her eye, but there was still defiance there. She swallowed and opened her mouth, but Zapp’s finger cautioned her to silence.

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“Not a word, Leela,” he warned. “Not a word, or you’ll get twenty more.” Leela sniffed, trying to hold back the tears, choking back her indignation. But she kept quiet. Zapp reached up and patronisingly patted her on the cheek. “Good girl,” he smirked. “You can learn…” ‘And you are so dead,’ Leela thought to herself, as she was led back to the PMR, to a frightened and still embarrassed Amy. She looked down, twisting away. “And what about you, sweetness?” Zapp crooned, placing the end of the rod under Amy’s chin, making her lift her head up. “Are you going to be disobedient at all?” Amy gulped, her cheeks going ever brighter. “N… n…. no, sir…” she stammered. “Just remember, Brannigan,” Boba spoke up, “That one’s mine. I don’t want her damaged.” “Certainly not, my friend,” Zapp calmly replied, still staring at Amy, who was proceeding to blush brighter still. “Do you wish to take her now?” “Nah,” came the reply. “I got a few things to take care of first. Besides, the sales don’t begin for a couple of days. You’ll keep her for me until then?” “Of course,” Zapp said. “She may even benefit from a little instruction…” “Good,” the robot said, rolling towards another door. “I gotta split, but I’ll be back before the market opens…” Zapp handed Leela’s leash back to the PMR as Fettish exited. “Come with me, ladies,” he smiled, moving off through another door. “Let’s go see Boba off.” Leela and Amy really had no intention of doing so, but with the powerful robot pushing them, they had no choice but to follow Zapp. They found themselves at the foot of a flight of stairs, but walking carefully, they both managed to step up slowly - and found themselves in bright sunshine, standing on what appeared to be a roof garden. It even had a small lawn, in the middle of several rows of well-tended plants. The air was fresh and clean, but Amy was shivering despite the warmth of the sun. The thought of being naked outdoors was shameful enough to her - Freedom Day notwithstanding - so the sensation of it really happening was almost overwhelming, and being so helpless only made it worse. She was trying her best to look down, face burning with distress. Leela found herself squinting against the bright light, the sun warming her bare skin. The grass was cool beneath her feet as the PMR pushed them behind Zapp, who had stopped up against the side of the solid railing circling the roof. “Where are we?” she asked, as she scanned the horizon. It was all grasslands. Nothing but grass, as far as she could see, in every direction she could turn her head. Zapp looked down at her through the sunglasses he had slipped on. “One of the newer colony worlds,” he answered her. “Which one - well, that’s not important.” Leela gritted her teeth, realising he was keeping her ignorant. They could be from a thousand to twenty thousand parsecs from Earth. There was a sudden roar, and a small spaceship lifted off behind them, and soared skyward. “Ah, there he goes,” Zapp said. “Wave now, girls, wave!” he smiled. “Oh, funny,” Leela snorted, her hands flexing in the cuffs. They all watched as the craft vanished into the sky, the sound of its engines eventually fading to nothing. All that was left was the sound of a gentle breeze wafting across the roof. “Now,” Zapp began, “We’re all alone… whatever shall we do…?” he pondered, looking them over again. Amy whimpered, imagining the worst, but Leela just snarled. Zapp calmly took her leash again, and spoke to the robot. “Return her to her room,” he ordered. Without any sign of acknowledgment, the PMR turned around and began shuffling Amy towards the stairs. Amy’s despair-filled eyes locked with Leela’s, but she couldn’t offer anything but sympathy back. However it was suddenly cut short as Zapp jerked her around to face him, his nose almost touching hers. “I believe it is time to begin, my lovely Leela,” he smiled. “Begin what?” “Why, the breaking of your will, of course. First, you are going to beg me to take you…” “Not in this millennium, I won’t!” she snarled back, staring eye to eye with him. “We will see,” Zapp slowly and calmly replied, lengthening the slack on the leash. “Come along now,” he said, starting off towards the stairs, making to pull her along. Leela dug her feet in, leaning her weight backwards, resisting the tugging on her leash.

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“I’m not going anywhere with you!” she bravely stated, knowing it would be a futile gesture, but she couldn’t just do nothing. Zapp merely smirked again, bent down and flung her over his shoulder, then patted her bare, still pink rear. “Put me down, you prick!” Leela howled, twisting and struggling as he held her legs. Then she flinched as he gave her a stinging slap. “You’ve just earnt those extra twenty strokes, my dear,” he said, making his way towards the stairs, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. “However, you’re mistaken if you think that plastic cane is the worst I can do to you. I will have you, Leela. Your mind, your soul, and your body…” Leela still struggled as she watched the floor move, her ponytail dangling in front of her. Up until now, she had felt nothing but rage at Brannigan and humiliation at being so helpless. Now, the first sensations of real fear were swelling within her. What the hell had happened to Brannigan? Before he’d been an utter idiot, not smart enough to figure out how a comb worked. Now, he was intelligent and focussed, determined in his task, and completely confident he would succeed. There was no doubt in his eyes that he would break her will, and now, given time, she was afraid he may just be able to...

  

Despite her situation, Leela could not stop pulling on the cuffs holding her, twisting and arching on the soft coverlet, as if it would do her any good. Her rear was still quite sore, but at least it had stopped throbbing. Zapp had really laid into her with that rod, still not hard enough to break her skin, but enough that she couldn’t hold back her tears this time. They hadn’t dissuaded Zapp in the slightest, after her caning she had found herself on his shoulder again, being carried somewhere else. The humiliation was worse than ever, especially being carried like this, not only couldn’t she see where he was taking her, her bare ass was being presented first to anyone who might be there. Even though he had said they were alone, that didn’t make it any easier to bear. “Here we are, my dear…” he had said, finally stopping. “This is where I will make you mine.” With that he had swiftly thrown her forward. Leela had cried out, feeling herself falling through the air, expecting to land hard on the floor, and then had landed in the middle of something soft and silken, bouncing once. What the hell? She glanced around, expecting to see something akin to an interrogation chamber - and saw nothing but a tastefully-decorated room, the walls a brown wood paneling, recessed lighting, looking like a - bedroom? She was on something covered in a light blue silk - a bed? Her musings were interrupted by the feeling on huge, powerful hands grasping at her ankles. She looked down to see a grinning Zapp. There were a couple of metallic clicks, and the cables binding her ankles cuffs came free. Before she could react, Zapp pulled her ankles widely apart, each cuff trailing a cable. She had just begun to struggle against him when the cables, of their own accord, had each snapped onto a small cylinder fixed at the bed’s lower corners. Instantly understanding what he was doing, she had struggled with all her strength and cursed and wriggled as he undid her wrists from behind her back, resisting as much as she could, but all he did was smile at her hopeless attempts, pulling her arms above her head, the cables again snapping into the corners and tightening, leaving her firmly spread-eagled on the bed, helpless once more. She stared up at him, speechless with rage as she pulled at the cuffs, seeing him smile as he admired her stretched-out body. He then did what she least expected him to do - turned and walked away. That was probably close to half an hour ago, and he hadn’t returned yet. Finally Leela had to admit defeat; she was going absolutely nowhere. All that time struggling, and all she’d done was wear herself out. She turned again to look at the corner where her right wrist was locked, the cable disappearing into the centre of a metal cylinder. There was no give at all, the cable was probably locked magnetically or by a molebind field. She spent a little time studying the restraints that held her, and couldn’t see any join in the firm bands around her wrists. That was definitely molecular binding. Her head snapped back around at the sounds of the door sliding open. In walked Brannigan again, as casually as he’d walk onto the bridge of his ship. Leela glared at him as he approached. This time he held her gaze instead of ogling her, answering her glare with a calm, infuriating look. The look of

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El-Man © 2004 someone in complete control. “Are you quite comfortable, my sexy cyclops?” he asked. “I’m sorry for the delay, I had to see to your little friend…” “What’ve you done to Amy?!” Leela demanded. “Oh, nothing much,” Zapp replied. “Suffice to say, she’s a little quieter and a little smoother…” Leela blinked. What the hell did he mean by that? Then she tensed as he gently ran his hand from her ribs down to her thigh. She tried not to struggle, she was well aware how it made her breasts jiggle. “And now, it’s your turn.” Leela whimpered, not able to stop herself writhing as he reached for the fasteners on his tunic. She couldn’t help watching as Zapp shed his clothing, and then her eye widened in shock. He was always a large man, but it was as if someone had decided what the perfect male body would look like, and created him. Muscles stood out on his frame like they were sculpted from stone. The paunch he used to have was gone, replaced by what looked like a wall of muscle. She looked down his body, eye widening even more. Oh, my god. Any basic-humanoid species female would want to… Leela immediately stomped that thought back into her limbic system. “I see you approve…” he grinned, as he slid next to her on the bed. Leela cringed away from him as much as she could, turning her head away, eye closing, revulsion washing through her again. “Just… get it over with…” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Leela, Leela, Leela,” he sighed, in his most patronising tone, a finger stroking over her upper arm. “I told you, I am going to make you want me…” Leela’s mouth curved up in a snarl, and she whipped her head back up to give him a piece of her mind, not caring if he caned her again. But her anger vanished as she saw what he held in front of her nose. A white… feather? “Wha- what’re you…” she began, but the question died on her lips. “I think you can figure it out,” Zapp replied, as he lowered the crisp but soft piece of plumage just

11 The Turning Of The Worms below her neck, and began a long, slow stroke onto her chest. Leela’s head fell back onto the bed as she gave a long slow, gasp at the sensation. Then he circled the feather around her breasts, causing her whole body to arch upwards, her gasp becoming a squeak.

An hour later, it was still going on. But Leela had no way of knowing this, and even if she did, almost all coherent thought was gone from her mind. Nothing mattered but what was being done to her. Her nude form glistened with perspiration, rivulets of sweat soaking the sheet she lay on. Her nipples were erect and hard as little pebbles, and she was as wet inside as she was outside. All she could do was twist and writhe in the cuffs, no longer caring how she was displaying herself to the man doing this to her. She had tried to remain angry, to overpower the gentle teasing of the feather, but Zapp seemed to have infinite patience, and a map to her most sensitive spots. Her threats of much physical damage to him had gotten fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether, moans and gasps taking their place. Still she clung to her refusal, but her will was fading fast now, her body knowing what it wanted. Never in her life had she been so helpless, or so aroused. “Well, my dear,” Zapp crooned in her ear. “That’s one hour. Do you want another hour,” - he paused to watch Leela shake her head and moan at that suggestion - “Or do you want me to... finish you?” He watched as her head turned towards him, her lovely eye barely open. Eventually, she mumbled a reply. “Uhhh… f… f… uck… m… muh… meee…” “Certainly, my lovely Leela,” he smirked as he tossed away the feather. Sliding a hand through her purple hair, he leaned closer, and kissed her on the mouth. If she’d been thinking straight, Leela would have sunk her teeth into any part of him she could’ve, but all she did was passionately kiss him back. One hand still in her hair, Zapp bent Leela’s head back, surprisingly gently, and began to lick and kiss at her throat, moving around the collar on her neck. He eventually released his hand, moving down her sleek body, kissing her, lapping up her salty perspiration, caressing her skin all the way to her thighs. Leela could do nothing but arch and twist underneath him, her body responding of its own accord. Her logical mind managed to tell her what was being done to her, that she should feel disgusted and violated. But those feelings weren’t there any more. There was only pleasure. ‘Thank you for the update, now go away and let me come…’ emotion replied to logic. It did not take long after he took her, her first gasping orgasm soon rippling through her, more quickly following. For the first time in her life, she actually lost count.

  

The first thing Leela became aware of again was heavy breathing, as if someone was gasping for air. Her own chest was rising and falling rapidly, so it could be - oh, it was her breathing. She was lying on her back… why couldn’t she move? She felt all warm… and satisfied? Why did that feeling surface? What’s been happening? Then memories started to return. Going to Mars - fainting - a grey room - Brannigan - a feather! With a slow moan, Leela drifted fully awake, eye opening slowly against the light, her head straightening upwards. “Ah, awake again,” came a voice from the side. She looked over towards the source, seeing Brannigan sitting on a chair beside the wall, arms and legs crossed. All he seemed to be doing was watching her. Leela opened her mouth, trying to talk, but all that came out was a dry croak. “Some water, my dear?” Zapp asked, reaching down to pick up a glass of liquid, then sliding a hand underneath her head to lift it up, bringing the water to her lips. Leela did not try to resist, she wanted the drink too badly, and it was cool and clear against her parched mouth and throat. After she emptied the glass, he let her head slide back down again. “You bastard,” she whispered after licking her lips, her anger beginning to return. “Really, Leela,” he replied with a smile as he slid onto the bed next to her again. “Is that any way

12 The Turning Of The Worms to talk to the man who’s just given you the best and most intense rapture of your life?” If Leela had had the energy, she would have snarled in response. But all she could manage was curling her lip back slightly. “Best? Don’t flatter yourself…” she whispered. Zapp’s smile slowly faded, and one huge hand reached up to caress her chest. “Is that so? Tell me the truth, Leela… the truth. Have you ever come as hard or as many times as that before?” His blue eyes met hers again, daring her to be completely honest. But she couldn’t. Leela would not admit it, even to herself, but as well as she could remember, she had never experienced such mind-numbing physical pleasure before. She’d come close to it, once or twice, but that was years ago. And damned if she was going to tell Brannigan. In the end, she just closed her eye and turned away. That was all Zapp needed to gloat. “I thought so,” he smiled again, his confidence strong as ever. “You may have my body,” Leela growled, finding her voice again as she turned back to face him. “But you’ll never have ME!” “For now, perhaps,” Zapp replied. “But there is plenty of time, and I’ve only just begun. You seem to have recovered, so it is time to continue…” he said, giving each of her firm breasts a final fondle, turning away to pick something up beside the bed. Leela could give nothing more than a token struggle as he touched her, continuing until he returned to hover over her, then suddenly stiffening in shock as she saw the object he held in front of her face. It was bright blue, one end spherical and smooth with a thin strap through it, the other end was - shaped like a penis! “Never seen a cock gag before, my dear?” Zapp smiled as he pointed it at her, his smile widening as she shook her head. “Then this will be another new experience for you. Open wide…” Leela clamped her mouth and jaw shut. “No!” she said through clenched teeth. Zapp sighed, putting the implement down. “And I had thought you were learning, Leela,” he said. His hand came back up, with that plastic rod he had beaten her so soundly with earlier. She gasped, eyeing the rod as he gently tapped her belly with it. “That gag is going in your mouth. How much pain you endure beforehand is entirely up to you…” All Leela could do was wriggle as Zapp stroked the rod down over her thigh. Helplessness washed over her again, and she made the choice. “NO! Don’t… I’ll… do it,” she gasped, and slowly opened her mouth. “Very good,” Zapp smirked, picking up the gag again. Leela clenched her eye shut as she felt the firm tube slide into her mouth, the nauseating taste of rubber as it pressed her tongue down, the ball stretching her jaw painfully wide for an instant as it popped into place behind her teeth. She gurgled at the sensation of the thing filling her mouth. It felt real! It had a realistic-shaped head, smooth and rounded, and even had ridges and veins along its length. She coughed and tried to concentrate on breathing through her nose, even as Zapp pushed her head to the side and firmly cinched the straps together behind her head. Then his thumb and forefinger grasped her chin, and he turned her head back to face him. “You can practice on that before trying the real thing…” he smirked again. Leela’s eye narrowed, and she bit down as hard as she could. She tried to tell him if he attempted to make her do that he’d wind up a eunuch, but all that came out were unintelligible whimpers. Zapp continued with the smirk, then fondled her chest a little before turning away. When he turned back, he waved something else in front of her face. It had a black handle, and a perpendicular silver cylinder at the other end. “Do you know what this is?” he asked. A shake of the head from Leela made him continue. “It’s called a shaving wand. It uses an induction field to make hair follicles instantly release any hair they might be holding.” He began to stroke the smooth, silver tip down her body, between her breasts and down to her belly. “It’s excellent for removing beards, or… any other hair growth.” Leela mrrphed loudly, eye going wide as the cool metal slid onto the soft, purple curls of her pubic hair. She shook her head wildly back and forth as Zapp grinned back at her, nodding slowly. He changed position, kneeling on the bed between her widely spread legs, and stroked her with the shaving wand again. Leela twisted and wriggled her hips so he couldn’t place it accurately on her again, but he stopped that when he grasped a couple of hairs with his right hand and pulled, eliciting a muffled squeal.

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© 2004 Nerd3D Graphics - www.nerd3d.com / Post work by El-Man “Stop that, Leela,” Zapp frowned. “Or I’ll pluck every hair from you - without the wand.” She froze, her eye meeting his, and she stopped struggling. She had no option. Zapp’s frown changed back to a grin, and he placed the wand on her skin next to the fine hairs he gripped, and pulled. The purple strands then slid easily from her, with no resistance and no pain. Leela twisted her head to the side, panting through her nose, fists tightly clenched, her body quivering with outrage and humiliation as Zapp slowly plucked every single strand from her. Eventually the hair got too thin and fine for him to grasp, so he changed the setting on the wand. Now, gently running it over her, hair shriveled and dissolved at a touch. He took his time, enjoying the task, and finally she felt his fingers stroking her exposed mound. “Now, isn’t that a sweet sight,” he purred, caressing her gently. “It looks good enough to eat…” Leela’s eye opened widely as her head whipped back to look at him. Was he going to…? “Not me, my dear,” Zapp said, answering the question she couldn’t ask. “Your little friend.” With that, he got up from the bed, and strode to the door. It slide aside at his presence, revealing the PMR - and Amy. She was held as that damned robot always led them around, arms behind her back and still not wearing a stitch, but there was now also a large red ball filling her mouth, almost matching the colour of her cheeks. Leela noted that her dark snatch of pubic hair was also gone, revealing her fully. So that’s what Brannigan had meant earlier. “Oh, Amy…” she thought in sympathy, as Zapp took the leash and led Amy over to the couch. “You must be so humiliated…” Amy had been strangely calm, but seeing Leela gagged and spread-eagled on the bed made her wriggle as Zapp pulled her into the room. He pushed her to the foot of the bed, ignoring Amy’s wild eyes and soft squeaks of protest, before reaching behind her head and undoing the strap holding the gag in her mouth. Amy coughed and spluttered as he withdrew it, and Leela saw that it was exactly the same size as the one forced on her. No wonder Amy was so silent. Dropping the gag to the floor, Zapp turned Amy’s head to look at him. “Well, sweetie,” he crooned, “You’ve be quite co-operative so far… is that going to change?” he asked as Amy stretched her jaw and moistened her lips. “N… no, sir,” Amy croaked, unable to turn her head away.

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“Good, because I have a task for you,” Zapp said, grinning at the question Amy’s eyes responded with. He turned Amy to regard Leela. “Your cyclops friend is quite attractive, isn’t she?” Amy blinked. What kind of question was that to ask? Zapp, however, apparently wanted a quicker answer. “ISN’T SHE?!” he snapped, giving Amy a brief but violent shake. “Ngg! Uk! Y-yes!” Amy gurgled as the shaking stopped. “Sh-she’s quite attractive…” “Good,” Zapp smiled, his anger vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Pleasure her.” “Gluh?!?” Amy cried in disbelief. “Bring her to orgasm. You have twenty minutes.” Amy gasped. “But... but... I’m not...” she stammered. “...that way inclined?” Zapp finished for her. “Right now, that’s irrelevant, sweetie.” He shifted his grip to Amy’s arm, and bodily threw her onto Leela. Both women could only tense for impact. Amy landed with a thump, her face just above Leela’s cleavage. She looked up at her, suddenly aware of the warmth of their bare skin against each other. “Now get going. Your time’s running out.” “How... how am I supposed to...” Amy questioned, her hands wriggling in the cuffs behind her back. Then there was a sudden swish, and a loud crack as the plastic rod slapped against her unprotected rear, making her squeal with pain. “With your mouth, you dumb little slut,” came the contemptuous answer. “Start on her boobs, then move down. And do a good job, or you’ll both regret it.” Amy looked plaintively up at the cyclops girl underneath her. “Leela...” she whispered, the meaning clear to them both. She did not want to do this, but had no choice. Leela could only nod over the gag in her mouth, acknowledging the dilemma. Zapp had pulled his chair over to the side of the bed, where he could watch and direct the proceedings in comfort. The rod was still in his hand - ready for usage if need be. Amy lowered her eyes again. She had always been slightly jealous of Leela’s ample chest, and had never thought she’d have to do anything like this. Slowly, reluctantly, she began to kiss at the soft skin in front of her. Leela closed her eye and leaned back, trying to imagine that it was a man doing this, and she had willingly consented. But it didn’t work very well, it was too hard to ignore Amy’s curved form against hers, or the spreadeagled position her own body was held in. Amy licked and kissed around the surface of Leela’s right breast, going and higher and higher

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© 2004 Nerd3D Graphics - www.nerd3d.com / Post work by El-Man towards the top. She paused for an instant as she came to the nipple, then closed her eyes as her mouth slid over it. She heard a moan, looking up again as Leela wriggled a little, the suckled bud starting to harden. Amy knew, however reluctantly, that this is what she wanted to happen. So she continued her gentle attentions, kissing, licking, and even nibbling as the pink nipple grew ever harder. Both of Leela’s nipples were wet with saliva and rock-hard again when she began to arch even more, soft moans of pleasure coming from her mouth. With each breath, the moans became more urgent and rapid, but thanks to the gag, only marginally louder. Amy’s heart leapt. She was coming already? Not impossible, but if it meant she didn’t have to get more intimate… Amy redoubled her efforts, suckling hard on Leela’s left nipple in her mouth, licking wetly, trying to move her tongue more rapidly. Leela whimpered harder and faster, sucking in air through her nose, until she gave a loud squeal, arching her body upwards, almost causing Amy to roll off her. Then she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, panting with exertion. Amy sighed with relief. She’d made Leela come, and didn’t have to do much more than lick her breasts. Zapp leaned closer. “Not a bad performance, my dear - but you’re faking.” Leela’s eye darted over to meet his, shaking her head vigorously, her muffled denials almost inaudible. “I don’t want to hear it, Leela.” he warned, then turned to Amy. “Continue,” he ordered, raising the rod to her again. Amy gave a brief sob, and lowered her mouth to Leela’s left breast again. Leela couldn’t talk, but her thoughts would have made a Zanarthian space-sailor blush. How the hell had he known she was faking?!? Perhaps he had been observing her more closely than she had realised. She probably could have convinced him, if she didn’t have this bleeping gag filling her mouth! A few anxious, understandable moans and cries would have gone a long way. Then she squeaked with sensation, as Amy’s tongue started on her nipple again. Zapp had Amy start to move downwards, still using her tongue and lips to lick and kiss a path towards Leela’s navel. Then her directed her to lick around Leela’s flat belly in a slow circle, eliciting more writhing and moans. He had earlier determined that she had a very sensitive spot there,

16 The Turning Of The Worms and was making Amy exploit it. For her part, Leela was being driven slowly nuts, for real this time, and once again couldn’t do a thing to prevent it. She had begun to ponder how Amy had known how another woman wanted to be pleasured, but the sensations were driving reasoned thought from her mind. Without realising, she had even begun to suck on the rubber phallus in her mouth. Amy’s mouth was beginning to dry from all the salt in Leela’s sweat, but still she continued. With gentle taps of the rod, Zapp encouraged her to move lower and lower, wriggling down onto the bed, tongue and lips still caressing skin, until she could go no lower. Now, directly in front of her nose, was the silky flesh of Leela’s open sex. Amy had seen Leela unclothed many times before, with all their trips to the gym, sauna, and several of their more… interesting missions, but never this intimate. She had always thought the cyclops girl might have another mutation other than her eye, but it definitely was not the case. Down here, Leela was gorgeous. And there was no mistaking the moistness of her arousal, or the scent filling Amy’s nostrils. Suddenly there was a swish and a sharp crack as the rod slapped Amy’s rear. She jerked her head back and yelped at the pain and unexpectedness. “Enough pondering,” Zapp’s voice came. “Continue!” “N-no…” Amy replied. “I’ve n-never… YAHHH!!” she cried as the rod delivered another stinging stripe. Then again, and again. Tears flowing down her cheeks, Amy closed her eyes, leaned her head down until warm skin touched her lips - and began to kiss. Slowly at first, but again and again, she plied soft kisses to the moist flesh in front of her. Leela writhed as she felt this happen. “Oh god, she’s really doing it…” she thought, her own eye closing. Said writhing and her muffled sounds of pleasure only increased as the sensation of a small but increasingly active tongue began to drift over her most sensitive spots. Nobody had done this to her for a very long time... It did not take very long for Leela to orgasm again, shuddering as she arched her back, her breasts jutting into the air as ecstasy flooded her mind, her breath catching in her throat. Then she was lying on the bed again, panting rapidly through her nose, her chest heaving with deep breaths. Amy almost sobbed with relief as she lifted her tongue from Leela, trying not to swallow any of the taste. She had done it. She wriggled down the bed a little more, finding a dry area, rubbing her mouth and tongue onto the silk coverlet, trying to get up enough saliva to spit. Occupied, she never noticed Zapp moving in behind her, until she felt the cuffs on her ankles click apart, and huge, masculine hands slid around her hips, hoisting her up onto her knees, face pressing onto Leela’s thigh. Amy squealed out loud, then again as something hard and smooth slid against her shaved warmth. “Why my dear, you’re quite wet, aren’t you?” Zapp crooned behind her. Amy blushed furiously when she realised he was right. Had servicing Leela aroused her? Was she really a lesbian? Then the sensation of Zapp’s maleness brushing against her banished all of those thoughts, making her moan. She heard him chuckle. “Seems to me, that after giving pleasure, you have every right to receive some yourself…” “Ohhh… I… no…. Ooooh!” were all the sounds Amy could make in response. She tried to move, twist away, but his large hands kept her in place as he teased her. Amy clenched her teeth to stop herself from moaning any more, but in the end, her body betrayed her. She felt him pull back, dancing over her entrance - then he was inside her. All she could do was gasp and shudder as she felt herself filled deeply, her fists clenching in the cuffs behind her back. Leela, still coming down from her own high, managed to tilt her head forward and glare at Zapp. Amy’s reaction pretty much told it all, and it was pretty obvious she wasn’t consenting. Her eye met his, and he got that annoying smirk again. “Not to worry, my sexy cyclops. There’s still plenty for you…” he purred, not pausing his motion in the slightest. Amy didn’t hear Leela’s mewling objections, she was too busy moaning. To her great surprise, Zapp did not merely use her for his own pleasure. He played her body like a fine instrument, and he a virtuoso musician. He built her up gently, until she almost felt a climax begin, but then slowed his pace, letting her down. Then he would patiently do it again. After half a dozen cycles of this, Amy could not stop continual moans escaping her.

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© 2004 Nerd3D Graphics - www.nerd3d.com / Post work by El-Man “Well, little Amy, do you wish me to finish you?” Zapp replied to her. “Or, I could just stop…” “Nooo!” Amy wailed. “P-please! Finish me….!” “As you wish…” With that, his huge hands gripped at her hips and thighs tighter, and he began to take her in earnest. Again he built her up, quickly reaching the point where he previously slowed. However, this time he did not slow, pushing her past the point of no return. Amy’s moans became gasps, and gasps became squeals, finally culminating in a loud cry as her young body shuddered and writhed with a wicked orgasm. Zapp made little noise as he shared in the pleasure, sucking in his breath through clenched teeth, still moving rapidly as the sensations faded, finally coming to rest. Amy whimpered as she felt him withdraw, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting loudly. She didn’t make any extra noise as she felt Zapp’s hand caress her curved flank. “Mmmm - perhaps I should have paid Boba off, rather than letting him take you as a fee…” he said. He paused to look them both over again, and then turned towards the door. “I think that’s enough for tonight - the PMR will take you back to your room.” The door opened as he approached, once again revealing the Prisoner Robot. Zapp turned aside, and the huge machine strode into the room, its cold visual sensors scanning for the humans under its charge. Grabbing the back of Amy’s collar, it lifted her from the bed as she gurgled in protest, then lowered her to the floor again, out of the way. Spent and helpless, Amy didn’t resist. Then it turned to Leela. Grabbing her collar, it proceeded to unfasten her limbs from the bed and reattach them to each other, confining her arms behind her and her legs together. Leela did resist, but she was also exhausted and no match for the powerful machine. Dragging her to her feet, it paused to pick up Amy again and marched them out of the room, past a leering Zapp, who had watched the entire process. “Get some rest, my dears, you’re going to need it,” he called after them, then walked away. If she had not been tightly gagged Leela would have spat some choice vitriol his way, but all she could do was glare. For all the good it did. Soon they were back in the grey-walled cell, and laid down on those mats they had woken up on. Their collars refastened to the wall, so they were not going anywhere. When the PMR had left and

18 The Turning Of The Worms the door had closed behind it, their wrist and ankle restraints simultaneously snapped apart. Amy groaned out loud, stretching her long-confined arms and shoulders. Despite the soreness of her own muscles, Leela immediately reached behind her head, fingers seeking out the buckle holding her gag. She quickly unfastened it, and clenching her eye shut, eased the monstrosity from her mouth, coughing and wincing at the pain of having her jaw mobile again. Then, with a shout of defiance, hurled it at the door. Of course, it merely bounced off and clattered to the floor, but it was the gesture that counted. Only then did she slowly begin to stretch her aching limbs. She shuffled on her grey mat, trying to get comfortable; between her aching jaw and the collar round her neck, that wasn’t easy. But with Amy right over there… ‘She bleeped my bleep!’ Leela thought, her self-censor working overtime. ‘And, oh god, then I - ’ “Leela?” “Tongue! I mean, uh…” Amy had scooted round so she faced Leela, her legs awkwardly crossed. “Um, I wanted to say sorry for… well, you know… I didn’t want to, or want you think that I…” She drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs, her eyes moistening. “It’s okay, Amy,” Leela said, crossing her arms and hiding the sweat that was now pooling on the undersides of her breasts. “I mean, it’s not like you had much of a choice…” “I know,” replied the intern, forcefully, not be able to maintain eye contact. “When he put my face down there I was like, no way in hell am I doing that… but then he beat me with that rod, and it… hurt so much I just…” She looked away when she caught the cyclop’s frown. Leela quickly fought back her burst of anger. Amy had only received a tenth of the thrashings she had endured, and already she was giving in. Growing up in the Orphanarium, Leela had dealt with many bullies during her teenage years, including one that never hesitated to punch her arm all day - until she kicked his gonads back up. Then there was her Arcturan kung-fu training, during which she had received her fair share of lumps. She almost told Amy to suck it up, but that would not help at all. The oriental girl’s privileged upbringing had not prepared her for treatment like that, and she thought it was good bet that tonight was the first real caning she’d ever received. “So you took the path of least resistance?” Leela asked. Amy looked up again, carefully, at Leela’s face. “It wasn’t just that… it was when he went in me, and I… wanted him to.” She sniffed. “I just… feel like such a slut for coming that hard...” Leela sighed. “Don’t blame yourself, Amy,” she consoled. “If you want to blame someone, then blame him!” she continued, jerking a thumb towards the door. “It doesn’t matter,” Amy sniffed again. “I should have resisted him more. Should have - ” “He’d’ve just beaten you raw,” Leela interrupted. “And then probably me as well.” Amy still didn’t look convinced. “Look…” Leela continued, scratching her head. “Remember when he bought you into the bedroom? Did you see a feather on the bed?” Amy’s eyes rolled upwards in thought, and she slowly nodded. “Before he had his fun, he’d used that feather on me for the past hour. And believe me, I could have bleeped an entire blernsball team, I was that hot…” Amy blushed, hearing that. Why was Leela telling her this…? “Oh, I tried,” Leela said, looking up at the ceiling. “I threatened him, screamed, tried everything I could to stay angry. But he knew exactly what he was doing. I barely understood when he asked if I’d like another hour of teasing, but I honestly couldn’t stand it any more. I begged him to take me… and when he did - I really can’t believe it either - I came my brains out. Half a dozen times, at least.” Amy’s expression had run the gamut from puzzlement, to horror, to shock at Leela’s candidness. Now she didn’t know what to feel. “But the point is, he’s using our bodies’ own reactions against us. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s all about control. That’s why he took our clothes. That’s also why he…” - her own expression darkened with anger - “… shaved us.” “Uh… the shaved look really suits you, though,” Amy offered. “Oh? Well, thanks…” “Sure. Hey, you know what would be cute? Shaving it like an arrow next time, so it points…” “Oh, I’ll mention it to Zapp,” said Leela, with more than a touch of sarcasm. Amy looked down, eyes half closed. Then Leela did too. Cue the awkward moment. They both

19 The Turning Of The Worms realised that they couldn’t argue like this… not now. “I’m sorry…” they both started. Leela looked up again, smiling lightly, hoping to defuse the uncomfortable feeling. “Remember, Amy, he’s trying to humiliate us into sacrificing our dignity. And the instant we do that, we cease to be human beings, and he wins.” Amy didn’t look convinced, but smiled miserably, trying to agree. Leela reached out, and despite the restraints, just managed to lay her hand on Amy’s shoulder. “Don’t let him win…” Suddenly, the lights died; there was a tiny click, and the room was bathed in infra-red light, invisible to the naked eye. In the darkness, Amy was glad of her friend’s touch, and sorry when she pulled back. “Must be someone’s bedtime,” Leela snorted, pulling the scrunchie from her hair. It was the one piece of clothing that had not been removed from her, but it was quite uncomfortable to sleep with it still on. “I guess we should try to get some sleep…” “Yeah,” said Amy, quickly. There was the sound of mats and bodies shuffling around, and then quiet.

  

Relaxing in his own bed, Zapp was looking at the giant wall display at the other end of the room, which was showing a black and white, enhanced image of two naked women, lying on separate mats, attempting to sleep. “Ah, Leela, you’re as smart as you are beautiful,” he smiled. “It will be such a pleasure to bend your will to mine.” He flicked the display off, and turned off the lights. Eventually she would be joining him in this bed, but not for a while. It was only a matter of time…

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OOD MORNING, LADIES!!” Leela and Amy both jerked instantly awake, startled and gasping at the sudden booming voic“e. QGuick ly shifting herself up into a sitting position, Leela glanced around their semi-dark cell - then recoiled at the sudden appearance of a bright hologram of Zapp Brannigan’s head, bathing the cell in an eerie yellow-green light. It looked at them both, that annoying smirk plastered wide. “Go bleep yourself!” she snarled, settling down on the mat again. She had managed to sleep well enough, but was covered in her own dried sweat, needed to use some facilities, and was very hungry. Zapp, however, seemed to ignore her. “Now, we have a rather full day ahead of us,” the hologram continued. “So, first thing, you will get cleaned up, then you may have something to eat.” With that, the opposite wall began to slide to the side, revealing what looked like a standard bathroom, complete with shower. A rather large shower, too. Leela and Amy shared a look. It was true, they were both a mess, and ordinarily would’ve jumped at the chance for a shower after last night. But Leela wasn’t about to willingly do anything for him. “Screw you!” she shouted. “Why should I clean myself up just for your benefit?” Zapp’s hologram head leered at her. “Because, if you don’t…” it intoned, “There are other methods.” The cell door swiftly slide aside, and in stomped the Prisoner Robot. It halted, just inside the door as it closed again. “This machine is quite capable of cleaning up disobedient captives. And trust me, it is very thorough and not gentle. And don’t think of trying not to eat, either. The PMR is also equipped for that. Having a tube pushed down your throat is quite unpleasant…” Leela gulped, looking at huge four-armed machine. She could refuse out of stubborn principle, defying Brannigan any satisfaction of having her obey. Then again, he would also enjoy seeing her roughly handled by the PMR, and she had no desire to be scrubbed raw or force fed. He can have the small victory of having her do what he said. She would wait for any opportunity to break his neck. So she sighed, and looked down at the floor, in what she hoped he would accept as a submission gesture. And he bought it. “Very good, Leela,” the hologram said. “You may go first.” With that, the cable holding her to the wall clicked free, and slid back into the collar. She rose, stretching her spine, and slowly walked past

21 The Turning Of The Worms the PMR, eyeing it warily. She knew there was no control mechanism inside this particular class of robot, it was basically an automaton. There was no way a prisoner under its control could subvert it, as there was nothing inside to subvert. The controlling computer was elsewhere, usually very well secured. Short of destroying or severely disabling it, a PMR would never stop. Swiftly using the facilities, Leela next stepped into the shower as warm water began to flow automatically. There was also a large sponge and a liquid soap dispenser built into the wall. For a few minutes, she managed to put their situation out of her mind as she slowly washed herself. After about ten minutes the water stopped, but then a gust of warm air started up, drying her. While all that was going on, Amy was anxiously awaiting her turn. She also had no desire to be cleaned by a robot, so she nervously sat there, arms around her knees, wondering what Zapp had meant by ‘a full day’. A whirring noise made her look at the mat that Leela had been confined to, and she saw it withdrawing back into the wall. A few moments later it slid out again, steaming slightly, sterilised of the sweat and other fluids there before. She looked down at her feet again, shuddering. It seemed that everything had been thought of. How would they get out of this? Leela had found a comb and was getting the tangles out of her purple hair, combing her usual shape back. . Then she was done. Now what? No more holograms, just Amy and the PMR in the cell. Presumably they were not permitted to use the shower at the same time. So that meant… she sighed again, walked back to the mat she had slept on, and reluctantly sat down. Immediately the collar jerked as the cable flew from it, snapping into its wall socket. Just as suddenly, Amy’s released. “Your turn, I guess…” Leela said, drawing her knees up and threading her scrunchie back onto her ponytail. Amy looked over at the PMR, and nervously padded over to the opened ensuite. Leela took advantage of her relative freedom by examining the restraints around her wrists. They were completely smooth, no trace of any sort of join anywhere. The small hole on the raised area where the internal cable was housed was flush with the surface, the gap far too small to even slide a fingernail into. The ones around her ankles were the same, and as far as her probing hands could determine, the collar was too. Her lip curled up in a sudden flash of anger. Collared and leashed like an animal! It took a deliberate effort to calm herself down. She had to think her way out of this. At some point she would have a shot at Brannigan, and when that happened, she could make it count. Amy eventually completed her shower and drying, and sat back down on her mat. Once again, the cable immediately jumped from her collar to the hole on the wall, making her gasp with surprise, then sigh in resignation. Then, from the wall between them came a small click, and they both looked down to see two trays slide out of a floor-level slot. Each tray held three smaller trays, filled with either a brown, white, or yellow substance, and a spoon. Amy’s stomach made a noise of its own accord as the scent of a cooked meal touched her nostrils. “Breakfast is served, I guess,” she said, picking up the tray with the shiny, light brown contents. Taking a closer sniff, she spooned some of it into her mouth. “This tastes a little like sausage,” she said, chewing with her mouth open. “Yours?” Leela had started on a yellow one. “Some kind of egg,” she replied, grimacing a little as she chewed. “Not a very good one, though.” It was obviously replicated food, and judging by the taste, of a medium to low molecular resolution as well. Amy’s expression revealed she was thinking much the same thing. The white contents of the other tray tasted vaguely starchy, but they were too hungry not to eat it. In short order they both emptied all the little trays clean. Putting the last tray down, Amy covered her mouth as she burped lightly. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t great food, but she’d rather eat it than have a tube slid down her throat. She glanced over at the PMR, still immobile by the door. Everything else had happened on cue this morning… but it didn’t move. “What now?” she asked, seeing Leela was watching it as well. The cyclops shrugged. “No idea,” Leela replied. “Unless he’s trying to play with our heads some more…” “I’m pretty sure it’s not our heads he wants to play with,” Amy sneered, crossing her arms. Leela hmphed, nodding. They both sat there, watching the robot and the door, but nothing happened. What must’ve been half an hour went by, and still nothing.

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Amy found herself blinking, unable to keep her vigilance up. She slid back down onto the mat, resting her head on her arms, intending to keep an eye out still. But it was warm in the small cell, and the mat reasonably comfortable, so her lack of sleep last night soon caught up with her. She started slightly when she realised she been asleep, looking up at the doorway - the PMR was gone! So was Leela! “Gluh! Idiot! How could you sleep through that!” she cursed herself, grabbing the collar in her hands, jerking the cable taut against the wall. Of course, neither gave an inch. She thought about turning around and knocking her head against the wall, when the sounds of heavy thumping approached again. The door slide aside and the PMR strode in, quickly making its way over to her. Amy thought her heart was pounding louder than its footsteps as the huge machine refastened her wrists behind her and hobbled her ankles, then she found herself begin marched out of the cell by the collar again. She surmised that it was taking her to the bedroom, but it directed her towards the lounge area. And it was almost a good thing that it was holding her up, as her knees weakened when she saw what was waiting. Leela was already there. Her ankles were locked at each end of a bar about a metre long, which floated in mid-air, hanging the cyclops upside down, her ponytail just brushing the carpet. Her arms were locked behind her back, and her mouth was once again filled with the blue ball gag. Two lengths of rope were wrapped around her chest, one above and one below her breasts. Another length was tied to the bar, disappearing down behind her, no doubt tied to her wrists. Amy cringed. She couldn’t imagine a more helpless and exposed position. Zapp was also there, relaxing on one of the sofas watching Leela, but he turned to Amy when the robot holding her stopped moving. “Ah, here she is now, Leela…” he said, as if just ending a conversation. He got up, relieved the PMR of Amy’s leash, and marched her over to where Leela was hanging. “This anti-gravity bar is quite a clever device, isn’t it?” he said, waving at the bar with held Leela’s ankles apart. “I can have her hanging wherever I please, and don’t have to mess around with winches or other such things…” This bought another muffled protest from Leela, and more wriggling. Effectively a prisoner of her own weight, disoriented, it was all she could do. “W-what do you want with me?” Amy replied, ignoring his little explanation. Zapp grinned, but it was a grin that sent a chill through her. “Well… perhaps you did such a good job on Leela yesterday, I want to you to do it again…” he threatened, as he began to push her face closer between Leela’s opened legs. Amy squeaked as the sight loomed closer, her desperate resistance not having the slightest effect. But then she was quickly pulled back again to the sound of Brannigan’s chuckling. “But actually, I have something quite different in mind,” he said, leading her back to the centre of the room. “I’ve always wanted to try some shibari…” “Shi-what?” Amy answered. “I’ve got no idea how to make sushi…” Zapp chuckled again. “No, no, my dear. Shibari is an oriental method of erotically binding a woman,” he said, gesturing to a large coil of light brown rope with his other hand. “And now, I have some rope, and a pretty little oriental to practice on…” Amy gulped. That did not sound pleasant. “Now, I’m going to release you,” Zapp continued as he picked up a small remote, then stared down into her eyes. “You are going to do exactly as I say. If you run or resist or fight, you will deeply regret it.” “You’ll just beat me with that rod again, won’t you?” Amy sneered, a tone of defiance entering her voice. “Actually, no. I’ll beat your sexy cyclops friend over there.” He brushed her hair aside, his mouth drifting around her ear. “And you’ll watch every stroke, hear every muffled scream she makes. You don’t want her to suffer, do you…?” he whispered. Amy watched Leela’s ponytail flick over the floor as she shook her head, her angry protests reduced to mere whimpers. Leela was trying to tell her not to worry, to go ahead and defy Brannigan any way she could. But Amy didn’t want to be responsible for Leela being punished. She knew how much that rod hurt, and Leela had already received far more than she had. Bearing the guilt would almost be harder than bearing the pain. So, Amy looked down at the floor, bowing her head. “I’ll… do as you say…” she whispered, then whimpered as he patted her bare flank. “Good girl,” Zapp replied, as his fingers began to tap at the remote’s small screen. A few seconds

23 The Turning Of The Worms later, the cuffs holding Amy each clicked, then dropped from her limbs and thumped to the carpeting. Amy stiffened. She was free! But she was standing in front of a huge, powerful man, and apart from the collar still on her neck, completely nude. Her initial instinct was to cringe and cover herself, even though she knew he had seen her fully for the past two days. She looked up to see Zapp leering down at her, suddenly feeling so small and naked and vulnerable, shuddering as her hands began to slide onto her body. But then Leela’s words from last night came back to her - ‘it’s all about humiliation’. Amy paused her movement as her teeth ground together, and the shuddering lessened. Her eyes flicked back and forth as her mind raced. “How dare he!” she thought. “I’m not some pathetic toy he can degrade and screw whenever he feels like! I’m Amy Wong! So what if he’s seen me naked? I’ve seen him, too!” Forcing herself to stand straight, Amy sucked in a long breath and stared back up into Zapp’s face, her dark eyes narrowing. Her hands slid to her hips, defying him to look at her. If the gag in her mouth had let her, Leela would have smiled. “All right, Amy!” she thought. “Show him you’ve got some class!” Zapp raised an eyebrow at the slender oriental girl standing boldly in front of him. Well, it seemed this one has a little courage, too. But we’ll see how long that lasts… “Lie there, face down,” he ordered, pointing at the carpeting. Amy glared back at him, almost crossing the line where he would have considered it defiance, but she slowly lowered herself to the floor, arms to her sides, resting her cheek on the carpet. Zapp immediately knelt across her thighs, grinning, and firmly drew her arms behind her back. Amy winced and squeaked as her forearms were pulled parallel, and her pert chest pushed deeper into the carpet. She tried to keep silent as the rope was wrapped around her forearms, essentially binding her wrists to her elbows. Leela could do nothing but watch as Brannigan then bent Amy’s knees, and tightly tied her ankles to the tops of her thighs, then turned her over and lifted her into a kneeling position. Amy was cringing again. Her arms were tied in such a way that it drew her shoulders back, and it seemed she was voluntarily arching her chest up, as if offering herself for inspection. Nor could she rise to her feet. Her confident resolve was rapidly vanishing, being unclothed was bad enough, but completely helpless as well… Zapp was still grinning as he uncoiled more rope, dividing it equally in half and slipping it over her head and onto her neck, then began to tie knots in it. Amy watched, puzzlement temporarily replacing anxiety, as he tied half a dozen simple loop knots, each one about ten centimetres from the other. He let this just hang down the centre of her body. There was still quite a lot of rope left... “Before I continue, there’s something else…” he said, reaching into a pocket. Amy swallowed, following his hand. He pulled out a… small silver egg. “What’s that?!” Amy squeaked as he waved it at her. It was a couple of centimeters long, and about one and half wide, and seemingly made of metal. “A very interesting little piece of technology,” Zapp replied. “Not only does it contain its own power supply, but a sensor package, a control system, and a rather powerful… vibrating mechanism…” Amy gasped out loud, her eyes widening as she realised exactly what it was. She scrabbled about, trying to wriggle away, but it was hopeless. She flopped onto her side, squirming, then she felt one of his huge hands slide under her knee and lift upwards, opening her thighs. “No!! Don’t put that inside meEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Amy wailed, as Zapp did just that. She squealed and writhed as the sudden cold smoothness of the metal slid against her warm flesh, straining to close her thighs. Then she was quickly pushed over to her belly again, the knotted rope pulled between her legs and up over her back, under her bound arms, the ends looping under the rope at the back of her neck. She sobbed as it was pulled firm, rubbing her intimately, keeping the egg inside her. Then she was pulled back onto her knees, her eyes pleading for this to stop, all pretense of resistance gone. But it was not yet over. Zapp separated the ropes, looping them around in front of her, slipping the ends under the knotted rope down the centre of her body, then back around her again. This was done several times, the result being a diamond pattern of rope that descended down Amy’s slender body, wrapping her in what looked like a tight harness, but rather than cover her, it seemed to display and enhance her nudity.

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Finally he tied the last knot, and stood up to admire his work. Her cheeks blushing, Amy got enough courage up to glare at him as he slid onto a comfy chair in front of her. Every deep breath she took tightened the ropes wound around her chest, so she was taking short, rapid gasps. She felt dizzy, helpless, and humiliated all at once. “So, what do you think, my dear?” Zapp casually asked her. “Not bad for a first attempt, hmm?” Amy clenched her teeth and strained against the ropes - then gasped in pain and surprise, freezing still. Ooooh! How had he done that? Every time she struggled, the rope between her legs tightened, biting deeper into her softness. To make it worse, one of the knots was right there, rubbing and scratching against her most sensitive place. “I see you’ve discovered why you shouldn’t struggle, ” Zapp smiled, holding up his remote. “However… you’re not going to be able to stop yourself…”

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“No, please…” Amy wailed, but it availed her nothing. She watched him tap once at the remote, and the metal egg inside her sprang to life with a muffled buzz. The sudden sensation made her gasp deeply, jerking against her bonds as the unwelcome stimulation worked through her, then again when the pain from the extra tightness of the ropes. She moaned as a vicious cycle began, losing her balance and falling to her side. She fought to remain still, shuddering and clenching her hands, feet wriggling as her thighs strained against the rope keeping her knees bent. Zapp crossed his legs, leaning back in the seat, grinning at the sight in front of him. It was like having his own interactive sex show. For the next ten minutes, he tormented Amy by varying the speed of the egg’s vibrations, first by ramping it down slowly, then immediately cranking it back to full power. Her reactions were completely predictable, the constant teasing and stimulation soon aroused her, however unwilling she might have been. Her wails and moans and pleading for it to stop were so sexy, not to mention the sight of her wriggling nude and tied on the carpet… Having watched the whole episode unfold in front of her, Leela was so angry she was imagining her face was the same colour as her hair. All she could do was squirm. She did pay some attention to the gravity bar holding her in the air, flexing her legs back and forth, hoping to throw the antigrav generator out of alignment so the established field would resect and fail, but had no such luck. She remained suspended, the restraints on her wrists and ankles just as tight. Her teeth clamped down on the gag in her mouth, as if she could chew it to pieces and spit it out. Zapp glanced over at Leela’s struggling form, smirking. Another lovely sight to behold. Glancing at a nearby clock, he saw it was nearly time to move her to the rooftop. However, until then… He slid from his seat, sliding to his knees behind Amy, and swiftly raised her to a kneeling position, his hands on her shoulders. She squealed in surprise, suddenly manhandled, looking up to met his eyes. “P-please…” she whimpered, “Please turn it off…” He ignored her, speaking his own question back into her ear. “I presume you would like to know why your clothing was removed, yes?” “We… we… kn… know,” Amy replied, not being able to stop herself from answering. She was too distracted. Zapp only smiled back at her. “Oh yes, keeping you vulnerable and humiliated is a big part of it,” he said, the smile getting bigger as her watched her eyes widen. That meant that he… he… “Of course I’ve been watching you both, my dear,” he said. “Do you think I wouldn’t?” Amy sobbed and twisted her head away from him. This was all too much for her… “The other reasons, are that you cannot conceal anything from me, “ Zapp continued, as his hands slid down her twitching form, eliciting more helpless squeaks. “And, probably the best one, is that a woman is at her most attractive when she is naked. You are very pleasant to look at… and certainly, very pleasant to touch…” With that, his hands drifted to Amy’s bare thighs, stroking around her hips and rear. And again, she could do nothing but protest weakly. Zapp smiled with satisfaction as he caressed silky golden skin, moving up her body. Yes, a nice set of thighs, good hips, trim belly… and a nice, firm pair of boobs. Leela’s were bigger and rounder, but she was also a larger woman than this sweet little honey in his arms now. There was more urgent gasping from her as both his large hands slid around her vulnerable globes, cupping and gently stroking the soft curves. “Uh… no… no…” Amy lightly whispered between gasps. “Ah, you say no, my dear, but these tasty little nipples say yes…” Zapp purred in her ear as his fingers slid onto her brown nipples, circling the small nubs, tickling and rubbing. He inhaled through his nose, noting how easy it was now to detect the scent of her arousal. Amy squeaked again, her head leaning back against Zapp’s shoulder at the feeling of his fingers on her breasts. Oh god, it was true. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been, bought to attention by the vibrations, now each little touch from his fingers caused shocks of pleasure from her chest. Then his lips were at her arched throat, kissing and lapping her soft skin, warm and wet. Yet again she gave a breathless squeak, not being able to deny what she was feeling, or hold it back any more. The tight rope, restraining her body and tightening on her tender lips, that one knot rubbing at her, the unending vibrations from the device inside her, powerful but gentle hands on her vulnerable breasts and nipples, warm lips kissing at her throat - it was too much. Pleasure and pain became one

26 The Turning Of The Worms sensation, and one slow, long gasp becoming a loud squeal as a ripple ran through her sex, spreading like fire to the rest of her, vision shimmering with light and doubling as she went crosseyed, shuddering and arching backwards as her orgasm blanked out every other thing in her universe. At this moment, nothing else mattered. She didn’t hear his satisfied chuckling, or feel the movement as he lowered her back onto her side, still twitching as she slowly came down from her peak, the vibrator mercifully shutting off. It took a little while for Amy’s senses to return to her, and when she sighed and opened her eyes again, Zapp was standing over her. And… Leela was over his shoulder, released from the gravity bar, struggling wildly. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” he smiled, giving Leela’s rear a pat, eliciting a muffled growl from her. “In the meantime, this will keep you occupied.” With that, he fingered the remote lying on a nearby armrest, and to Amy’s horror, the vibrating egg started up again. She gasped and wailed, but Zapp only smiled and walked towards the stairs. For a brief moment, Amy’s and Leela’s eyes met. She had never seen the cyclops as enraged as she was now. That’s all she had time to read, as another involuntary spasm made her bonds tighten briefly again, and she hissed at the sudden extra pain. Then Zapp and Leela were both gone. A few minutes later, Zapp silently crept down the stairs, sidling up to the corner and peering around, grinning at the sight. Amy was still writhing helplessly on the floor, eyes tightly shut, moaning and squeaking at the sensations wracking her young body, lost in her own world again. She was a little closer to the remote he had left there, perhaps she had attempted to reach it. Not that it would have done her any good if she could have gotten her hands on it, the small touchscreen was programmed only to accept commands from him. Leela was dealt with for the time being, now perhaps a different type of tie for Amy. He rubbed his hands together, glowering with anticipation.

  

Lying face down in the small patch of grass on the roof, Leela was bored out of her mind. It was a hot, virtually cloudless day, and she had been there for nearly an hour. Her sleek body was shiny with

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27 The Turning Of The Worms oil and her own sweat, her arms and legs splayed wide, still held by her cuffs. Zapp had placed her there when the sun was high, after lamenting how she had no real tan to speak of. Leela had no desire to be tanned, even though her skin was quite light. If you fly in space all the time, you try and keep away from solar radiation. But Zapp was hearing none of it, so in short order she was staked out like this, and he had amused himself by spreading tanning oil all over her, then just left her there. Fortunately, he’d also taken the gag out. And at least there was a little slack in the cables this time, so she could at least raise herself off the grass. The little cylinders the cables were attached to had just sprung from the ground, meaning that they were more than simply driven into the dirt. If they were, she might have eventually been able to get one loose, but pulling on them had gotten her nowhere. Irritated, she flicked her matted hair away from her face, and tried to maneuver to a cooler position. Every piece of skin she had exposed to the sun burned with heat. How much water and salt had she sweated away? Tanning be damned, he was breaking her will down with this treatment. She tried to think if anyone would come looking for them. What had happened to the Planet Express ship? Could it still be floating in space where they had been attacked, or had it been destroyed? If the former, there would probably be no trace on board where they had gone. If some wandering salvage team hadn’t claimed it, a space patrol might find it, and inform the registered owner, ie, Professor Farnsworth. Then they might at least be being looked for. If the latter, there would be no way to tell that they had not been on board when the ship went up. In that case, their funerals might have already been held. She sighed. Speculation, all of it. The odds were really against anyone charging to their rescue. All of a sudden, a light wind drifted across the roof. Leela closed her eye and took a deep breath, lifting herself off the grass by her elbows and knees, allowing the cool wind to caress every part of her overheated body. She could feel the sweat dripping and leaving tickling trails as it flowed down her and fell to the grass. This was worse than any sauna she had ever been in… The comforting breeze did not last for long, and she lowered herself back down, supporting herself with her forehead rather than lying on her chest. But it was too much of a strain to keep that up for long, so soon her breasts were pushed uncomfortably into the grass again, and she found herself wishing that she wasn’t quite so well gifted. The faint sound of footsteps made her look up, and she turned in time to see Zapp’s head emerge from the stairwell. Neither of them said a word until he casually sprawled on the grass in front of her. “Enjoying the sun, my bosomy swan?” he said, as if he had just run into her on a day out at the beach. Leela opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a dry croak. Her mouth was drier than her sense of humour. Her heart leapt as she watched Zapp place a bottle topped with a curly plastic tube in front of her. A Giant Size Refresh-o-gulp?! Condensation was coating the outside, indicating it how cold it was. For a moment she thought he would torment her by leaving it out of her reach, but he took the straw and held it up for her. Leela immediately seized it with her lips and began greedily sucking as hard as she could, decorum be damned. The sweet, ice-cold fluid splashed into her mouth, and disregarding the brief burst of pain against her parched throat, she began to swallow as rapidly as she could. She only took the briefest gulps of air, not stopping until she had emptied the entire bottle. Only after the tube had fallen from her mouth did she breathe deeply. Brannigan was patiently looking down at her when she lifted her head up again. What? Did he expect her to feel grateful?! “Enjoying the sun? What do you think?!” she snarled, wriggling. “Untie me! I feel like a piece of bacon in a frypan!” Zapp appeared to ponder this. “Yes, I suppose that an hour is about long enough,” he grinned as he got up and knelt across her, reaching up to unhook her wrists from the poles. Leela winced as her chest was pressed even deeper into the grass, only managing to struggle a little against him. He still had the weight and strength advantage over her, so she couldn’t do much else. With a click her hands were locked together behind her back, and he changed his position to undo her ankles. She was readying herself to kick out at him when she heard the cables release, but before she could react he flipped her onto her back, thrust her ankles apart, and the cables snapped into the little cylinders again. “Hey!” Leela yelped. “You said…!” “We have to make sure both sides are properly done, Leela…” he smirked. “You… you… YOU…!” she stuttered, not being able to find the words. She strained and twisted

28 The Turning Of The Worms her body as he undid her wrists, fighting him will all the strength she had left, but in the end it did not matter. Soon she was fastened spread-eagled again, this time on her back. “You still need to learn, Leela, that fighting me will only make it worse for you,” he chided, taking his remote out of a pocket, beginning to tap at the small screen. “This should be a suitable punishment…” Leela gasped with horror as the cables began to pull on her limbs, spreading her arms and legs wider, the wriggle room she had before vanishing. They did not stop until she was at the same tension as she had been on the bed. Firm but not painful… and absolutely helpless. “Now comes the fun part…” she heard him say, looking up to see him pop the top on the bottle of oil, then closed her eye as he upended it and poured the warm liquid all over her body. Then his hands were on her again, rubbing the oil into her skin. He began with her arms, then her legs, coming up over her hips to her belly and ribs. Leela clenched her jaw tightly as he began on her breasts, keeping as silent as she could, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan. This time, her anger was in full bloom, but she still couldn’t stop the occasional whimper as he rubbed her nipples. She couldn’t help it that they were so sensitive… Spending at least two full minutes on her chest, Leela panted with relief as his hands finally left her, but then one fastened in her hair, turning her head up. Her eye flicked open to be greeted by Zapp’s oh-so annoying smirk. “Only a couple of spots to go, my dear,” he said, rubbing his other hand over her cheek. Leela opened her mouth and tried to catch a finger in her teeth, but his hand in her hair merely tightened, keeping her in pain until her face was well coated too. The hand in her hair loosened but still held her head up as the other began to journey down her, finally circling her navel. Then it slid lower… Leela could not help a cry as his hand slid between her legs, cupping her, fingers caressing the oil into her. Curling her lips back into another snarl, this time she met his eyes, rage filling her as he dared to fondle her body so brazenly. If there had been a bulkhead in front of that gaze, it would have melted. “Get your hands off me!!” she loudly cried. But Zapp was having none of it. He knew he had her, and her threatening stare was empty of any action. And she knew it too. Eventually his hand did slide from her, but it didn’t diminish her anger. If Leela had been mad before, she now lacked the words to describe the depths of her fury and frustration. “I suppose it would get quite boring out here, wouldn’t you say, Leela?” “What?” Leela replied, surprised by this sudden change of subject. “What’re you thinking of?” “Oh, just thought I’d give you something to… occupy your mind,” he replied, reaching into a pocket, taking out - a silver egg. Leela tensed as she watched it gleam in the bright sunlight. “NOOOO!” she yelled, struggling and arching her body as he approached her with it, wincing as the smooth metal touched her softness, screaming again as he seated it firmly inside her. It was already warm. She clenched and strained her muscles in an attempt to push it out, but it was in too deep. She almost didn’t hear Zapp speak next. “It’s really quite sensitive,” he blithely said, as if reading to her from the product brochure. “The sensors can tell when you’re just about to orgasm - and if I set it like this,” -he tapped the remote a couple of times- “it’ll stop until you come down. Then the cycle will start all over again… feel free to scream, there’s no-one around to hear you. Enjoy your tanning session, Leela.” Leela looked at him, wide-eyed with shock. That’s all she had time to feel, as then he pressed the remote again. Instantly the metal egg inside her sprang to life, its soft hum quite audible. An involuntary squeal escaped her lips as the vibrations spread throughout her warmth, making her jerk wildly against her bonds. She didn’t notice Zapp’s even-wider smirk as he stood again and headed towards the stairs leading from the roof. Zapp gave her a final glance as he descended. Yes, such a lovely sight… Back on the patch of grass, Leela was trying to maintain her rage again, and it worked a little better this time. She couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was the same when he used that feather on her - although not quite as bad - the vibrations were maddening, but it was just a matter of time. She swallowed, looking up into a bright blue sky. It was going to be a long afternoon...

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Zapp could not stop himself from grinning as he approached Leela again. She still had the strength to wriggle, and the sight was magnificent. Mutant or not, she was a major babe, and he had her naked and smooth and glistening with oil as she lay helpless in the grass. Not to mention hot and aroused as hell. He stood over her, letting his shadow fall across her face, admiring her wriggling body. Oh, yeah - she’s going to beg to get laid. “Well, Leela. Do you have something to ask me?” he smirked. “Anything you want me to do?” Leela cracked her eye open as his shadow fell across her, and slowly looked up towards that voice. Brannigan was right there, standing over her, arms crossed, wearing only a pair of shorts. A tiny whimper escaped her as she stared at that beautiful body, muscular and large and so masculine, seemingly glowing with the sun behind him. And here she was, open and ready - good god, was she ready. But she only had one answer for him. “G-go bleep yourself,” she whispered, expecting him to roughly take her anyway. Zapp licked his lips. Just looking at this woman was to want her, especially in her current state. ‘Come on,’ part of his mind said. ‘Screw the plan. You’re the one in charge here, she doesn’t have any say. Have her. You know you want to…’ He considered it. True, it would be pleasant to have her now, but it was not as if he would not have her later. And she had been up here most of the afternoon on a very hot day, he did not want her to dehydrate or suffer hyperthermia. So it would be best to get some more liquid in her, get her downstairs, and let her rest a little… the next part was coming up. He crouched down next to her, looking her over. Despite an hour in the sun, her skin had hardly been touched. “Hmm - the ultraviolet from this sun is rather low - I guess I’ll just have make it two hours for each side…” he threatened. Leela turned her head away. Two hours?! She couldn’t really think about it right now, she was too distracted from the egg. Then, quite expectedly, it stopped its vibrations. The near-constant stimulation suddenly gone, she let out a long breath as her body relaxed. She nearly fainted with relief and exhaustion. Was it over? Oh please, let it be over… She barely felt Zapp’s hands on her as he removed the egg, and released her cuffs from the posts. Once again mobile, the thought entered her mind that that now as the time to beat his brains out. But her body didn’t listen, it remained limp even as he lifted her onto his shoulder, carrying her over to the stairs. Leela watched the floor swim back and forth before her eye as she was carried back inside, realising that she was still unrestrained. Her mind tried again, suggesting that she rear up and push an elbow into the back of his head, or flick a heel against his face. Again, nothing happened when she tried. Then her world went black and white, dimmed even further, and she passed out.

  

Sound came back to her first this time. From the pitch of the voice she heard, it was a woman. It took a little longer to realise what she was hearing were not words, but a series of helpless moans and squeaks. And a little longer still to recognise the owner as the voice as Amy. Using the sounds as an anchor to reality, Leela dragged herself back to consciousness. Her arms were behind her back and her feet were together again, and… no, she couldn’t move them, either. But she was warm and cozy, lying on something soft but still a little scratchy. Forcing her eye open, she discovered why - she was prone on thick red carpet, covered by a light brown pseudocotton blanket. She stirred, turning her head in the direction of the noises. It took a little while to reconcile the ground-level view in front of her eye, but she found herself staring up at a bed, silver posts attached at the two corners she could see. A cable ran from both of these posts to metal bands wrapped around two small, feminine ankles. The feet attached to these ankles were twisting and wriggling, their toes arching, in time with the moaning she could hear. Above that, was a blonde head. Brannigan, looking downwards, grinning at something Leela wasn’t able to see. Then he looked up, noticing her opened eye. “Ah, my sexy cyclops. Awake again. Did you have a nice nap?” he smarmed, making his way over to her. Leela’s eye narrowed. Patronising @#$%… He reached down, and with a single sweep of his arm, threw the blanket off her, causing her to shiver with the sudden loss of warmth. Then, wrapping his huge hands around her upper arms, he hauled

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31 The Turning Of The Worms would not want to permanently damage them, and there were dozens of ways of inflicting pain without causing injury. “You have thirty seconds to begin…” Leela allowed herself one last glare at Zapp, then shuffled closer to Amy, sliding onto her as gently as she could. It wasn’t easy with her hands locked behind her back, at some point she had to overbalance and flop down on top, feeling how warm and sweaty Amy was. Her own body was still quite oily from the tanning session, so finding traction also proved to be a problem, but she was able to finally look Amy face to face. “L… L… Leela…?” Amy whispered, her glazed brown eyes barely open. “P… please… I wanna come…” “I know you do, Amy,” Leela whispered back. “I’m sorry, I can’t…” “Pleeeease!” Amy sobbed, eyes filling with tears. “I did you…” “I know, sweetie,” Leela replied, trying not to feel like the galaxy’s most selfish bitch. “But trust me, the alternative is worse. Just… just try to hang on…” Amy sobbed again, the tears running down her face. Leela leaned in to gently kiss her on the cheek, trying to quietly comfort her, then her eye flicked open widely as Amy swiftly turned her lips to Leela’s - and gave her one of the most passionate, open-mouthed smooches she had ever experienced. Leela stiffened as Amy wriggled and twisted underneath her, rubbing their breasts together, and as Amy’s small tongue slid into her mouth. “She’s frenching me!?!” Leela thought, unable to lift herself off, struggling as she felt Amy’s stiff nipples rub against her. She eventually managed to twist away and look down. There was no embarrassment or shame on Amy’s face at what she had just done. Her dark eyes, however, burned with unsated lust. “Please…” Amy begged, wriggling again. Leela looked away. She could not hold the oriental girl’s gaze. It was exactly like when Brannigan had bound Amy earlier, when he had threatened to beat Leela had Amy not obeyed when released. If he had only threatened a caning again, Leela might have refused to do what he said. The cane stung and only really bruised a little, but he had promised a new, unknown level of pain, and she couldn’t allow Amy to go through that. Leela suddenly yelped as the cane left another stripe on her rear. She turned her head to glare at Zapp, who was settling back into his chair. “Don’t dawdle, Leela…” he smirked. “That was your first warning.” She gave him the dirtiest look she could imagine, but then turned back to Amy - and leant down again to nuzzle at her throat. Amy gasped and arched her head back, allowing Leela better access, still desiring much more. Leela proceeded to do to Amy what had been done to her, but deliberately avoiding the most sensitive spots. Was this how Amy had felt yesterday? Probably not precisely the same… it was a strange mixture of reluctance at being forced to do this, revulsion at herself that she actually was, an unusual sense of obligation to do to Amy what she had done, and even more unusual - curiosity. How would it feel, and what would another woman taste like? She had always thought of Amy as a spoilt, brattish ditz whom the Professor only kept around because she shared a blood type with him, but right here, right now - she was a helpless, gorgeous little babe who had never been this turned on before. Leela began to maneuver downwards, licking and nuzzling, tasting spicy, salty sweat as her tongue drifted over supple, golden-toned skin. It did not take long to reach Amy’s modest but firm breasts. Amy knew exactly where Leela was, and she arched her chest upwards, offering herself. But Leela couldn’t fulfill that offer. When she had lain there and Brannigan had used the feather, her own breasts and nipples were primary targets. Typical. Most men she had dated merely wanted to get into her pants, even when she did desire it. Now, the one male whose advances she couldn’t refuse and didn’t want, had paid detailed attention to her boobs. If that wasn’t irony, she didn’t know what was. So now, Leela stayed well clear of Amy’s fully-erected nipples, limiting herself to licking around the undersides of her breasts. Even so, she could tell it was driving her bananas. Those nipples were absolutely aching for attention, but Leela couldn’t risk it. One touch to the wrong place and Amy would explode like a supernova. The warmth was making Leela sweat again, and Amy even more. Perspiration pooled in her navel as Leela lapped around her belly, the skin stretched taut over tensed, fiery muscles. Amy was so hot

32 The Turning Of The Worms and excited that lying on top of her was like cuddling with burning coals wrapped in velvet. And Leela had never felt this rotten that she was prolonging that heat. Yet still Zapp had not joined them. Whatever the reason, she hoped it was driving him nuts, too. Leela would have been pleased to know that her speculation about Zapp was quite correct. It was taking him practically all of his willpower to merely sit there and watch these two women perform in front of him. Amy was actually harder to resist than Leela, she didn’t have the cyclops’ stamina and had been begging to be taken a lot sooner, and he already knew that she was a sweet lay. And he’d been wanting to have Leela again since seeing her wet and oily, staked out on the roof. Now they were both here, in front of him. It was only his pragmatism keeping him at bay, he could make a lot more money off a holorecording of this event if he wasn’t in it. Once this scene was over, he’d screw Leela’s brains out. Still, this was like holding a cup of water in front of a thirsty man… Finally, Leela had wriggled right off Amy. This was it, she could not go any lower. Holy frak, was Amy wet. Any male would consider this the approach to Nirvana, but it only made Leela feel worse. Not because she was face-to-sex with Amy, but that she couldn’t bring her off. So she turned her head to the side, and began to gently kiss at the smooth skin on the insides of her thighs. Amy got even louder, incoherently squeaking and gasping and crying, being teased so close to her sexual centre. If she could have communicated it, she would have promised anything she had, and everything her family owned, to be able to orgasm. The interior of both Amy’s thighs were well-coated in Leela’s saliva before she heard Zapp speak. “Well, that’s twenty minutes. You may stop now, Leela.” Leela sighed, lifting her head up. She licked her lips, sliding back further away from Amy. But the touch of the cane on her backside made her stop, and she looked up to see Zapp leering at her. “Surely you’re not going to leave Amy like that, are you? She had the decency to make you climax, Leela…” Leela’s lip curled up in a snarl. ‘Oh, right, guilt-trip me over it,’ she thought. Up until now, she assumed that Zapp would push her to the side and take Amy himself, but evidently he wanted the whole show. She wriggled back up, once more staring at the little oriental’s most intimate parts, the scent so strong she could almost taste it. “Well, fair’s fair, I guess… oh hell, just do it and get it over with.” She closed her eye, leaned her tongue out, and started to lap the tip over the most sensitive, delicate nub of Amy’s sex. Hopefully it would not take long... It didn’t. Amy gasped deeper and deeper, arching her chest up from the bed, until her voice vanished with a dry croak. Her entire body tensed and shuddered, her breath caught in her throat as the onslaught overcame her. Although her eyes were still tightly closed, a sudden tiny galaxy of stars danced before her. It felt like her entire brain was pushed to the side to make room for the pleasure flooding her mind, as if somehow compensating for the time she had been teased and aroused but denied final release. As the orgasm inexorably ended, Amy once again became aware of her lungs gasping for air, and of the spasms that still occasionally rippled through her. But then everything faded to darkness. Leela felt Amy relax back onto the bed, and stopped what she was doing, pausing to wipe her mouth and tongue on Amy’s thigh. She looked up, just in time to watch the helpless oriental girl go completely limp. She fainted? Leela made to ease herself back into a kneeling position, but something prevented her. She heard a rustle, and then two large hands fastened around the tops of her thighs, pulling her knees wide, then her hips into the air. Snarling and struggling, her suspicions were confirmed when something hard and smooth slid against the soft outer lips of her sex. “Damn you! Get off me!” she screamed, twisting her hips back and forth, trying to bend her head enough to stare back at him. But his hands held her fast. “Now, Leela, be honest,” Zapp grinned, smiling at the sensations of her oiled warmth against him. “Your body wanted this earlier, didn’t it?” “I said… get… off !!” Leela repeated, her fists clenching tight. Then she gasped as a twitch ran through her, spurred by his maleness rubbing her intimately. Oh, crap! She may not want his attentions, but her body actually did! Her arousal from the vibrating egg on the roof had only been pushed into the background, this tiny amount of teasing had rekindled it again. He just continued to rub against her like that, and she found herself having to clench her teeth together to stop from

33 The Turning Of The Worms moaning. But she could not help a cry as he shifted his position and slid past her entrance, filling her deeply. Leela didn’t know what to feel. On the one hand, she had not consented to this at all, part of her was mad as hell. But on the other, he was so long and thick and smooth, and the pleasures began to resonate through her… with a brief start, she realised that he was not merely using her. It was exactly what he had done to Amy. He would build her up slowly, almost to the point where she would climax, but then would slow back down. No doubt her wanted to hear her beg to orgasm again. Well, two could play at that game. Next time he began to pull back, she clenched her powerful muscles down tight on him, and shuddered at the pleasure the extra friction caused her. She felt Zapp pause for an instant, no doubt confused by her sudden move, but then he thrust deep into her again, trying to reassert his control. Leela gasped at his change of pace, but still clenched herself firmly around him as he withdrew again, milking him in return. It became a contest of endurance and strength - and of who could come first. Zapp had the initial advantage, using his dominant position to take Leela harder and faster, his hands grasping her thighs and hips as he well used her. Leela could not prevent this, still chained as she was, so she was doing her level best to take as much pleasure from him, letting him do most of the work involved, and making sure he knew it. Faster and faster he moved inside her, and she strained herself tighter and tighter around him. They were both in excellent condition, but human endurance has its limits. Zapp began to gasp now, indicating to Leela how close he was to winning, and she bore down at him with all her strength, managing to twist her hips slightly, her eye closing tightly at the sudden extra friction, and when he next thrust inside her, bottoming out - she came, and came hard. Her head jerked back as she cried out with pleasure, Zapp continuing to take her hard and fast, then she felt his extra warmth inside her as his cries joined hers. He did not stop the motion of his hips, still taking her deeply, prolonging their ecstacy as long as he could. Finally it was over, and Leela felt his hands release her thighs and gently caress her still-oily hips and rear. “Now, you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, Leela,” Zapp said, as he slid fully from her with a soft squelch. Leela gritted her teeth, her anger flaring again. She almost made a sacrificial attack on him, if she closed her knees and kicked out both legs at once, she’d either catch him in the stomach or groin. But she’d still be helpless and unable to follow up, and he would no doubt beat the crap out of her for it. She had to make him release her, and could only think of one way for that to happen. Leela chose her weapon, and picked a more vulnerable target - his ego. “Is that all you’ve got?” she sneered. “You’re a typical male, Brannigan. Once, then that’s it for the rest of the night.” A huge hand quickly fastened around her upper arm, and Leela found herself jerked around, pulled almost face to face with Zapp, his expression telling her that her barb had found its mark. “I am more than capable of screwing your brains out until tomorrow morning, Leela!” he raged. “Yeah? Prove it!” she challenged. For a moment he looked as if he might slap her, but instead he pulled her off the bed, pushing to her to her knees at the side of the room. Leela was only able to watch as Zapp untied Amy, leaving a spread-eagled pattern of perspiration soaked into the silk. He lifted her off the bed and laid her down beside Leela, and although the little oriental was quite unconscious, still snapped her wrist and ankle restraints together. Then he turned and tapped a series of buttons imbedded in the wall. A small panel under the buttons opened, and out scooted a squat maintenance robot. It uncoiled nimble arms and attacked the bed, pulling off the wet silk cover, running a telescoping sterilisation wand over it, and neatly laying another silk sheet. The whole process took less than twenty seconds, after which it vanished into its slot again. Leela blinked. Where could she get one of those? The thought was discarded as Zapp hauled her up again, and pushed her to her back on the freshly-made bed. His hands grasped at her ankles, and the cuffs snapped apart at his touch, then he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed, stroking at her body, pulling the scrunchie from her hair. She cringed back from his efforts to kiss her, but inwardly she rejoiced. He’d freed her legs! What she had to do now was tire him out, which meant letting him have his way with her. He enthusiastically rose to the task, pushing her legs apart and roughly taking her again. Leela winced as

34 The Turning Of The Worms his full weight pounded at her, pulling her hands up to the small of her back. “Not so arrogant now, are you?” he sneered as their flesh slid together. “Think you can take this all night, Leela?” In response, Leela lifted her legs up, wrapped her thighs around his waist, and twisted her hips with all the strength she could muster. Muscles tightening with the strain, she flipped Zapp onto his back, winding up kneeling across him, enjoying the sudden surprise on his face. For a few brief moments, she was the one in control, thrusting her hips back and forth, taking her pleasure from him. “I can take it, big boy,” she challenged him again. “The question is, can you satisfy me?” That made Zapp even angrier, and he quickly rolled her onto her back again, redoubling his efforts with a scowl. Leela could not help a small smile as she glared back at him. It was a brief victory, but a victory nonetheless. And she had managed to poke him in the ego again, ensuring that he would get even more careless, and more likely to make a mistake she could exploit. Then she recoiled as he took her harder still. Oook. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

As she lay forgotten on the carpet, the first glimmers of awareness began to intrude on Amy Wong. First, it was a spinning sensation. A similar memory popped into her head, of a sorority party where she had gotten mind-numbingly drunk and passed out in the KK₺ fountain. Maybe she was still there, it was certainly cold enough… no, that was years ago, and she felt nowhere near as nauseous. And the spinning was fading too quickly. The inside of her mouth felt like it had been carpeted. Her eyes slowly flickered open, seeing nothing but a mass of dark red, in a weave pattern… ooh, ick! Her mouth really was carpeted, full of loose fluff. She took a deep breath, trying to blow it out, coughing softly. It took a long time to get up enough saliva to try to spit. In the meantime, her mind got access to more recent memories. She scrunched her eyes up, wriggling at the unwelcome intrusion of reality. Still tied up, but no longer lying on the bed - oh, Holy Buddha of the Twelve Heavens, that was so mortifying. She’d never felt so bare and helpless in her life after being fastened down like that. Expecting to be taken right there, the sudden touch of the feather to her chest was completely unexpected. Leela was right, there was no way to resist that slow, maddening teasing, and after only five minutes, Amy had been pleading to be released, arching her body at Zapp. But he hadn’t obliged. All he did was continue with her arousal, stroking at her sweating skin. She couldn’t understand it. She knew that men found her attractive, and there she was - spread wide and exposed, aroused as she’d never been before, begging the one male in the room to take her - and he hadn’t. It was about there that she lost all coherency. Memories were fragmented and didn’t seem to make sense. Something smooth and curved and oily on top of her, twisting her head around to kiss a pair of soft, pink lips, something warm and wet traveling down her body, finally flicking over the very centre of her sex, a indescribable wave of pleasure and bright flashes of light before her world faded to black… With a flash, everything fell into place. ‘He… I… then she… and I… YEEK!’ Her face burned with embarrassment when she remembered that a woman had given her the most intense orgasm she had ever had. And that woman was Leela, for frak’s sake! Amy just lay there, eyes shocked and wide, trying to reconcile herself. Wait a minute, what was all that racket? She looked around to see the blue silk of the bed, and saw enough feet and legs to match to the sound - spleesh, talk about doing the horizontal mambo. A flash of purple and blonde hair told her who was involved, as if she needed to guess. Erg, too much information. She pulled on her bonds again, and shivered a little more. Nope, not going anywhere. Amy turned her head away and closed her eyes, resting her head back down on the carpet. If she played like she was still asleep, perhaps Zapp wouldn’t notice her - and she wouldn’t have to join in. Constant cries and moans from both the participants ensured that she couldn’t get back to sleep.

  

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Leela could do nothing but lie there on the silk sheet. She’d just had more sex in the past two hours than in the past two years, utterly coming her brains out. It would have been the most wonderful and rapturous event of her life - if her wrists still weren’t cuffed together behind her back. Her erstwhile ‘partner’ lay next to her, also panting with exertion and unable to move. Now was the time to kick his teeth in, so she tried to lift her head up, then slide off the bed to her feet. But even that first action was beyond her, all she could do was flop back and stare at the ceiling. Oh, my. And she had thought getting her purple belt was hard. She’d never known that sex could be so exhausting. In time, her breathing evened out, and she managed to get enough strength up to roll over onto her side, taking the strain off her aching arms, but not transferring it to her chest either. Ugh, she was a mess. Covered with oil, sweat, and… other fluids. It was a good thing her anti- conception treatment still had about four months to run. Brannigan hadn’t tried to make use of her mouth at all, she would have left him singing soprano, and he knew it. But he must have studied the illustrated Kama Sutra - the Expanded Interplanetary Version. And she was also convinced that he must be popping some help as well. Up until now, she had outlasted any partner in bed, and that was going gently. Now, she was deliberately trying to tire him out, performing over and over again - but in the end, they had both collapsed, exhausted. Not being able to do much more than ponder, over the next ten minutes Leela began to put it together. His body at the peak of human performance - vastly increased stamina - intelligence to match - it sounded oddly familiar. Where had she seen that befo… “You are… indeed a find, Leela…” a voice panted next to her. Aw, crap! Brannigan was recovering as fast as she was. A hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her onto her back again, and she found herself staring Zapp in the eye. He had a stupid look on his face, perhaps he thought it was time for the post-coitial snuggle. Or perhaps he was mistaking her exhaustion for gratitude. “You don’t have to spend the night chained in that cell,” he said, stroking at her long, loose hair. “Wouldn’t you rather be in a warm, soft bed… with me?” Leela allowed herself a smile, but not for the reasons he was expecting. Opportunity was knocking… “You know, there is one thing that would make this a perfect evening,” she smirked, keeping eye contact with him as she rolled her hips into the right place. “And what would that be?” Zapp replied, smiling a little wider.

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Leela returned the smile - and kneed him in the midsection. His eyes widened as the breath was knocked from his lungs, and he was pushed off the bed with the impact. Leela rolled after him, jerking herself to her feet on the carpet, her next move already planned. Zapp had regained his feet, anger beginning to cloud his face. Leela lacked the energy to yell her usual kiai, but that didn’t stop her right foot arcing up, cracking him across the side of the head, aided by the extra weight of the cuff around her ankle. He wobbled, but did not go down. ‘Fine, have another one,’ Leela thought to herself. It was difficult to do with her arms still held behind her back, but she spun around, holding her balance, and this time her left foot swung towards Brannigan’s face. But all she hit this time was - his hand. His large fingers clamped firmly down on her ankle as he caught her attacking leg, and a for a brief instant she was looking into his rage-filled eyes. Oh, no. Zapp pushed Leela to the side, and she thumped to the carpeting. Shrugging off the impact, she struggled to the best of her ability, lashing out with her other foot, but only ineffective blows bounced against his muscular legs as he advanced. Quickly catching her other ankle, he drew them together. Leela cursed and writhed and screamed, but with a very final click that seemed to echo in her ears, the cuffs once again locked together. The side of his face throbbing, Zapp stared down at the struggling, naked cyclops woman at his feet. He beat down his anger, for the moment, but his face was a mask of fury. Seeing the plastic cane lying by the side of the bed, he thought about whipping her to within an inch of her life, but it would no doubt damage her skin as well. There was a better method… but tomorrow. He was too tired right now. “You will pay for that, Leela,” he snarled at her. Leela ceased her struggles and looked up at him. “I’m not your property!” she spat back. “When I get another chance, I’m going to kick your teeth out!” Then she cried out with pain as Zapp yanked her up by her hair. “Oh no, Leela,” he threatened, his eyes blazing at her. “Tomorrow morning, you will learn that I can do anything to you that I wish…” With that, he dropped her back down onto the carpet and walked away. She watched him as he retrieved his remote and tapped at the screen. A few seconds later, the door opened and in thumped the Prisoner Robot. Leela swallowed. That thing was always so intimidating - no doubt a feature of its design. One of it’s arms telescoped down to haul her to her feet by the collar, then it reached for Amy. The little oriental girl squealed as she was jerked up, choking for a brief instant against the sudden movement. She had still be playing possum and had heard every word, but even so, it was still a shock. The girls only had time to share a glance before being thrust out of the room, shuffling as fast as their restrained ankles would allow. Soon they were both pushed into their cell again. “Gluh! It’s freezing in here!” Amy exclaimed, cringing. Leela clenched her teeth as they both started to shiver. The temperature was a single Celsius digit at best. “Think of it as a little collective punishment,” came Zapp’s voice from behind, as the PMR forced them onto one of the mats - the same mat. They both gasped in confusion and protested as their collars were fastened to the wall again, having to share a space designed for one. The collars in place, their other restraints clicked apart. As the PMR stalked out of the room, both girls groaned as they stretched aching shoulders and arms, before wrapping their arms around themselves in a futile bid to stay warm. They saw their own breath clouding before the door closed and the lights winked out immediately. In the pitch black, the only sound was ragged breathing and the occasional chatter from their teeth. Leela knew why they had been placed on the same mat. Exhausted and rapidly losing heat, there was only one thing they could do to avoid catching pneumonia. So she uncoiled her arms, and began to embrace Amy. “Huh? L-Leela! What’re you doing?” came her surprised response. “We ha-have to keep warm,” Leela replied, shivering. “This is the only way,” she said, drawing Amy close to her, their soft, oily bodies pressing together. Amy stiffened, fighting her initial reaction to shove Leela away, not wanting any more contact between them. But the warmth she felt as she was pulled near would have been foolish to reject, so she wrapped her own arms and legs around Leela as she thought only of the warmth, not the fact she was cuddling against another naked woman.

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“B-better?” Leela stammered, rubbing her hands up and down Amy’s back, generating more friction warmth. “Ye-yeah,” Amy replied as she returned the gesture. “Think he’s watching?” “I’m s-sure of it,” Leela said. “But he’s not getting another show out of us…” “We’re just… k-keeping warm together, ar-aren’t we?” “Right. N-no sex here…” Leela quipped. Amy nodded, then proceeded ask the question nagging at her mind. “Um, Leela… that - that was you who… made me come that hard, wasn’t it?” “Ah… yeah,” she confirmed, blushing in the darkness. “And I’m… sorry for teasing you, too.” “S’okay. Think of it as karma…” Amy whispered back, her eyes drifting shut. They were both too tired to talk any more, and it took a little while, but their mutual shivering eventually stopped, and they were able to finally get some sleep.

  

Amy was the first to wake up. This time, there were no giant holograms or blaring voices to jolt them out of dreamland. One eye flickered open, sleepily looking around the room. The lights were back on, and… it was warm again. Yet she had not moved since last night, she and Leela were snuggled closely together in a surprisingly comfortable tangle of limbs, still cheek to cheek. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t feel the least bit uneasy or repelled. Holding each other close like this was not sexual, it was companionship and solidarity in a difficult situation. Amy lifted her head up to look down at Leela as the cyclops stirred from her sleep. She almost didn’t want to acknowledge it, but - Leela was exotically beautiful. If she would only realise that, she could have her pick of any guy. Amy made a face. But, the world would have to get over its anxieties about mutants first. That wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. About that time, Leela’s eye blinked a few times, and she looked up. “Hey,” she smiled, stroking at Amy’s back a few times. “Sleep all right?” Amy nodded. “Better than the night before.” “Me too,” Leela replied. “I think…” she paused, her nose wrinkling. “What is that?” she said, looking down her body, Amy doing the same. They both gave a collective ‘Eeee-yeew!’ as they quickly untangled and separated, literally having to unpeel their skin from each other, the dried sweat, stale oils, and other remnants from last night leaving a smelly, sticky mess over them both. “Ohhhhh!” Amy winced, holding her nose shut. “That’s dis-gust-ing!” Leela was also pinching her nostrils closed. This was the worst thing she had smelled since being in Kif’s swamp on Amphibios 9, but she didn’t want to mention that. Amy glanced over at the opposite wall. “Ow can we ged da showa to wurk?” she spluttered, her words distorted by her closed-off nose. As if on cue, the wall slid aside, revealing the wished-for facility, and the cable holding Amy’s collar to the wall clicked free and retracted. Amy’s eyes widened in surprise, but then she shared a shrug with Leela. Well, they both knew they were being watched. Swiftly rising and almost sprinting over, Amy smeared soap onto the waiting sponge and began to vigorously scrub herself as the water started. Revolted by the vile sludge clinging to her body, she fully washed and rinsed twice before starting on her hair. Leela could only wait, still holding her nose shut. She looked around at the room, trying to find any sign of the cameras she knew must be there. Perhaps if she could get right up to the walls and corners, there might be a chance of finding one, but such equipment could be made almost microscopic. Finishing up, Amy combed out her hair as the drying cycle started up. Ah, finally, she was clean again. She hadn’t smelled anything that bad since, well, Kif’s swamp, but she wouldn’t mention that to him. She stepped out of the shower - and looked over at the door. You know, Zapp couldn’t watch them all the time... turning towards Leela and holding a finger in front of her lips, she padded over to the closed door. Thinking like an engineer, Amy began to poke around for any way of circumventing the mechanism. Of course there were no control mechanisms on this side, but that didn’t meant it was inaccessible. Maybe there was a covered service hatch, or a… YEEEEK! The door suddenly hissed apart, revealing the huge, intimidating shape of the PMR. Before Amy

38 The Turning Of The Worms could react any more, one of its metal arms had shot up and grasped her collar, and it pushed her further back in the cell, the door closing. She gasped and gurgled at the extra pressure on her neck, off-balance and stumbling backwards. Behind her, the other sleeping mat slid silently out from the wall, and Amy was rudely thrust back onto its surface, her collar automatically reattaching to the wall. Only then did the PMR let go and thump back to stand by the door. Amy put a hand to her chest, panting rapidly. Leela had leapt to her knees once she saw Amy grabbed, but, still fastened to the wall herself, wasn’t able to do a thing. “Amy? Are you okay?” she asked. “Uhh… yeah,” Amy replied. “Spleesh, that was a surprise…” Just right then, Leela’s collar released. “Your turn,” Amy said, shrugging and drawing her knees up. Leela almost had to pry herself off the mat, as it was also quite sticky. The shower was still warm, the air humid and moist from its recent usage. She stepped in, and reached for the sponge, but exactly at that moment there was a sharp double click, and the cables from both her wrist cuffs sprang upwards with a rolling whirr. “Hey!!” she cried, her arms rapidly drawn up above her head, as the cables snapped into small holes in the ceiling. What the hell was that? Magnetic attraction? That clicking and whirring sound came again, and Leela looked down as her ankles cuffs did the same thing, anchoring her to the floor. What was going on? How the hell was she supposed to take a shower now? That answer came when the door slid open again, and in strode Zapp. Amy gasped and wrapped her arms around her legs, covering herself, a bit incongruous considering how often he had seen her body over the past two days, but she couldn’t help it. But Zapp’s attention was only for Leela, striding in behind her. “Well, how’s the eye, Brannigan?” she taunted, twisting around to look at him, then flinching as he slapped her butt. “Oh, my eye is fine, Leela,” he replied, as his hand fastened onto her hair, and he began to pull her head back. Despite her protests, her head was drawn backwards, her spine arching, until she was looking back up at him. “Don’t forget, you’re still being punished for that later…” Leela was supple enough that having her neck bent back like this wasn’t too painful, but she could easily see that his eye really was fine. She had connected, and it was a good, solid hit. He should at least have a shiner the size of a blernsball. But there was nothing. Then she flinched again as she felt his other hand wrap around one of her breasts. “Gyack! Don’t touch me!” she wriggled, twisting and struggling as much as the cuffs let her. “Now, now, Leela, you really are a mess,” he chuckled. “And messy girls need to be cleaned up…” Letting go of her, his shorts quickly ended up on the floor, and he was embracing her from behind. “Get used to this, my sexy cyclops,” he smiled, stroking at her body. “It’s going to happen often…” With that, the shower immediately started up, soon drenching them both. Taking the sponge and coating it with the liquid soap, Zapp reached around and began to wash her front, spreading soap and rubbing, his other hand roaming over her body as he willed. Leela refused to stay still. She actually really enjoyed being in the shower with a partner. Being gently bathed, caressed, and then slowly making love was one of her favourite sexual pastimes. Being roughly soaped and forcibly fondled was a complete perversion of that, and she was feeling none of the arousal she normally did. The only thing she desired now was to break his neck. Zapp, however, was. Thoroughly washing a nude woman whom he considered his, how could he not? In the fine mist of the shower, foam was not immediately being sluiced away, and pretty soon he had sponged Leela from her neck to her knees, front and back, and was now just stroking at her wet body. Still continuing her defiant struggling, Leela glared down at his large hands, now firmly cupping and stroking both of her soapy boobs, her back pressed against a barn-door of muscle behind her. As he started to rub her nipples, Leela felt an automatic twinge of pleasure, but that did not change her lack of excitement. If only he’d introduced himself as a gentleman and treated her like a lady, Leela might have even gone away for a romantic weekend with him, once she saw how he had changed. And such a handsome, muscular body would have sorely tempted her to relive her wild days of hedonism. But, oh no, he had to kidnap her, strip her naked and chain her up like a slave, beat and humiliate her, and

39 The Turning Of The Worms treat her like a piece of Marcus © 2004 / Post work by El-Man property. That was the most unforgivable part. Then his hips slid nearer, and a smooth length of blood- expanded tissue pressed against her rear. Well, it was obvious what he wanted to do with that. So she clenched her thighs together, denying him access to her. “Open your legs, Leela.” “Go to hell!” Then she shrieked as her nipples were firmly pinched. “I said, open them!” Zapp repeated. When she didn’t comply he pinched her again, harder, but all she did was hiss. “All right,” he conceded. “Remember, this was your choice.” With that, his hands let go of her, to return on the smooth cheeks of her rear. Large fingers opened her up, and he thrust forward to her once again. Leela gasped when she realised he was seeking a different target. “NO!” she cried, relaxing her thighs. Brannigan immediately opened her up further, but did not changed his intention. “Too late, Leela. I hope you remember this lesson…” he smiled, finding the right position. Leela could do nothing but clench her eye and teeth, steeling herself. But then an alarm suddenly pinged, three times. Zapp stopped, quickly letting go of her and cursing. “Oh, impeccable timing,” he groused. “You’ll have to finish on your own, Leela,” he said, grabbing his shorts and squelching out of the cell. She let out a sigh of relief. That would not have been pleasant. When the cuffs released her, she rinsed out the sponge and scrubbed herself all over again before the drying cycle started. There were a lot worse things to wash off now, rather than the remnants of last night. She had to leave her hair loose, as her scrunchie was long gone. Leela cast an eye towards the PMR, still standing there motionless, but its sensors were no doubt monitoring her. If she didn’t sit down on the mat again, it would probably force her like it did with Amy. So she did, the collar reattached, and the breakfast trays slid from the wall slot again. “What do you think that alarm was?” Amy asked between spoonfuls. “No idea,” Leela replied, shaking her head. “Maybe his wheat toast was burning.” They both chuckled at that.

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After finishing the food, nothing happened again. Last time, it was nearly half an hour before anything did. They both settled back to wait, when the PMR sprang to life, stomping between the mats, utilising all four of its powerful arms to link their cuffs together behind their backs, and hobble their ankles. Then they were both jerked to their feet, and ushered out of the cell. Leela’s heart began to pound in her chest. Zapp had promised that he would punish her severely today, so that was no doubt where they were going. But it was Amy who gasped with fright when they were pushed into the lounge area. That wheeled robot who called himself Boba Fettish was back. Amy’s eyes widened as she was forced into the room, struck silent by shock. The last time he was here, Fettish had spoken of a market - and selling her! She found her voice again as she was pushed closer and closer. “Nonononono…” she began to whisper, shaking her head. “Hah!” the robot laughed. “Nothin’ wrong with her memory, at least.” The PMR stopped, just holding both girls in the middle of the room. Zapp was dressed again, looking them over as he casually sat on one of the couches, while Fettish rolled closer to Amy. She knew it was silly to get embarrassed by a robot, but it somehow seemed to happen as Fettish’s visual sensors scanned over her. “Good, no damage, either,” it said. “I said I wouldn’t harm her,” Zapp said. “A little discipline, but that was all. Oh, and you can tell your… clients that she’s a little firecracker in the sack, too.” Amy proceeded to get even redder. Fettish turned back to Zapp, doing a robotic approximation of a sigh. “I don’t get you organics. You get these girls, then it’s all ‘in-out, in-out’ until you can’t move any more. What is it, hydraulic piston envy?” Zapp laughed. “Apparently there is still much you do not understand about humans, my friend.” “Hey, I don’t really care what you do with ‘em,” the robot replied. “There’s a demand, and I fill it. I’m just a vendor.” “Speaking of which,” Zapp said, “Considering her performance, I thought that I might make you an offer for her. Having two is better than one, after all.” Leela and Amy looked at each other. Might they still stay together? “Well, that’s true,” Fettish replied. “But you got seventy thousand?” “Seventy? That much?” “Yeah. When I showed those holos around, I got deluged! One chump might even pay seventy- five, once he gets a good feel.” Amy cringed and whimpered, hearing this. “While we’re on the subject, you don’t want to sell the other one, do you?” Fettish continued. “I’m afraid not,” Zapp smirked. “For me, obtaining Leela was the whole point of this little exercise.” “Sure? With those tits, I’d probably get something similar for her.” Leela felt her lip curl up as Zapp shook his head. “Ah, I tried…” Fettish said. “Anyway, I got about two hours until the sales start. Help me get her chained, and I’ll beat it!” From a door in his torso, the robot drew forth two sets of chain-linked manacles. Amy was panting in fear as Zapp took her leash, yanking her over. She resisted, but was still no match for him. “Leela!” she wailed, turning back to face the cyclops. “P-please! Help me!!” Leela was also pulling against her restraints, straining and grunting, twisting her shoulders and hips in a vain effort to find any give. But it was hopeless, the cuffs were still just as tight and unyielding, and the PMR’s grip on her just as strong. “Amy, I’m sorry… I can’t!” she cried in anguish and frustration. Amy was quickly pushed to her stomach, desperately writhing and wriggling. Working together, Zapp and Fettish removed the shiny, high-tech restraints from her wrists and ankles, replacing them with the crude but effective metal cuffs. “Nonono!” Amy pleaded. “Don’t take me! Let me go!” “Dammit,” Fettish groused. “I don’t want to listen to that for the whole trip! You got anythin’ to shut her up with?” “I anticipated you might need this,” Zapp replied as he removed Amy’s collar, then reached into a pocket and tossing Fettish the red penis gag he had used on her before. “With my compliments.” Fettish caught it with a claw and grasped Amy’s hair. He jerked her head back, Amy responding with a squeal of pain, then another of shock as the rubber implement was pushed into her open

41 The Turning Of The Worms mouth. She cried and gurgled as it was fully inserted and buckled behind her head, reducing her protests to soft whimpers. “Ah, that’s much better,” Fettish said as one claw firmly wrapped around Amy’s arm and pulled her to her feet. “Well, pleasure doin’ business with ya, Brannigan. You get any more merchandise like this, you got my email.” With that, he hauled Amy towards the exit corridor, stumbling and miserable. “C’mon, cutie, you got a date with an auction block…” “Zapp, no!” Leela cried, fighting her bonds again. “She’s a human being! You can’t just sell her!” Zapp strode over to Leela, staring down at her. “Oh, I’m not selling her, Leela,” he shrugged, lifting her head up as she stopped her struggling. “I’m giving her away. I would have preferred to keep her, but do you think I have that amount of money to spare?” She regarded him with horror. He really didn’t care. “Better give a final goodbye to your little friend, now…” he said, pointing down the corridor. In the final few seconds before the door closed, Leela caught Amy’s eyes. They were filled with fear and helplessness, tears of despair leaving glistening trails down her cheeks. She still wriggled and pleaded for help, but the useless struggles were now half-hearted, and the only sounds to escape her gagged mouth were soft mewlings. “Amy…!” Leela cried as she futilely fought her own restraints, arching and twisting as the door slid shut. Then she grunted as Zapp pulled her chin back around to face him. “Don’t worry about your friend, Leela,” he said, close enough for her to smell his breath. “Worry about yourself.” With that, he relieved the PMR of the leash on her collar, and pulled her towards the bedroom, gasping and stumbling to keep the rapid pace he set. “BASTARD!” she screamed, renewing her struggling. “Let me GO!” Zapp stopped tugging the leash, allowing her to regain her balance - then he viciously slapped her. Leela’s head snapped to the side, her cheek blossoming with pain. She would have fallen but for Zapp pulling on the leash, holding it up so all her weight briefly rested on the collar, causing her to choke and flail about to get her feet under her again. Finally, panting and gasping, the gamey taste of her own blood in her mouth, she managed support herself. “I warned you that any insolence would soon cease to be amusing, Leela. It now has,” Zapp warned, glaring into her moistening eye. Leela swallowed. Ow, that hurt. She had not pegged Brannigan to be so callous or cowardly to just strike her like that. A real misjudgment on her part. Then he turned away and jerked her after him again, keeping the same cruel pace. Pulling her into the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed, discarded his clothing, and was quickly on top of her, kneeling across her thighs. “As I recall, our last encounter was rudely interrupted…” he smirked, amused by Leela’s useless efforts to pull free. “So, first we will finish that, then, I’m afraid, it’s time for your punishment…” He reached under her, the touch of his hands making the cuffs click free, and he easily drew her arms up. “Noooo…” Leela whimpered, closing her eye and turning away from him. “Let go…” She strained will all her might at his large hands grasping her wrists, pushing them apart and above her head. Soon the cuffs would lock into the corner posts, and she’d be utterly helpless again. She arched her back up, fighting his hold on her, but it was no use, she was slowly forced back onto the silk sheet. He smiled down at her, at the beautiful display her body made. The soft mane of purple hair, slender muscles flexing in her arms, trim waistline, and what must be the best set of boobs in the quadrant. And she was all his... Suddenly, Zapp seemed to freeze. Quite unexpectedly, he let go of Leela’s wrists and she flopped back onto the bed. She looked up, into his unfocussed eyes. He was just staring blankly ahead. What the f…? Then he was back. He blinked several times, groaned, and fixed his gaze down at her. “Er, huh? L-Leela?” he gibbered, as if seeing her there for the first time. His gaze travelled down to her bare chest, and a extremely stupid grin immediately formed on his face. “B - b - boo - boob…” Leela’s initial surprise ended. She bounced up from the bed, both hands seizing Brannigan’s ears. Shouting out her traditional ‘Heeee-yah!’, she rammed her forehead onto his nose, and was rewarded with the most satisfying crunch she had ever heard. Letting go at just the right time caused him to pitch backwards off the bed, landing like a sack of hydro-cement on the floor. Leela scrambled after him, a little clumsily as her ankles were still linked together, ready to follow up - but he was out like

42 The Turning Of The Worms a light, blood streaming out both his nostrils, his entire proboscis flattened. She grabbed the front of his chin, her fist clenching so hard that her knuckles were white, her mouth curling up into a snarl, ready to pummel this piece of trash to oblivion. But then she remembered something else. Amy! That wheeled robot had taken her to his ship only about three minutes ago. Would she be in time to pull off a rescue? Glancing around, Leela found the remote that Brannigan had used to control their restraints. It just looked like a standard small pad PC, with a touchscreen taking up most of its surface. It showed a outline view of a woman’s body, wearing wrist, ankle, and collar restraints, and a number of icons. She was about to try pushing one of said icons, but something stopped her. Brannigan had boasted of the system’s security, and she knew that this technology was quite capable of reading fingerprints or even DNA. She definitely would not be on any authorised user list. So she grabbed one of Brannigan’s meaty hands, and pressed his forefinger onto the icon representing the ankle restraints, and then - the big green one. Instantly, her ankles cuffs snapped apart. Yay! She was free! She didn’t have the time to try and figure how to completely remove them, that would come later. But what could she do? She still wasn’t wearing a stitch and was unarmed. Leela indecisively dashed out of the door and into the next room, wildly scanning around for anything to help her. This room had another large bed in it, one end a video screen, a pile of used clothes on the floor, probably waiting for a laundry robot. Wait, Brannigan might be extra smart now, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a man - she crouched down and started riffling through the dirty laundry until she found his DOOP uniform… and his gun belt. “I’ll never berate a man for being typical again,” she muttered to herself as she yanked the laser gun from its holster, and sprinted towards the door she had seen Fettish exit through. It led to an exit foyer, and she peered around the corner to see a landing pad, and a small ship still parked on its landing skids. Quickly skirting along a row of bushes out of view of the cockpit windows, she inched her way up to the hatch. She might have tried shooting it, but the laser might not be that effective, and if she hadn’t watched one of Fry’s old 2-D movies one night when bored. That stupid old flatfilm about some musclebound clod shooting his way through an entire army had actually given her an idea. She padded up to the hatch, and with the butt of the gun - knocked. Then she dove for the bushes. There was a pause of about five seconds, then the thick hatch slid aside, and out rolled Fettish. “Is that you, Brannigan? Whaddaya want?” the machine demanded. It looked around, not noticing Leela. “Where the hell are ya?” Leela grinned, stood up, and sighted down her arm. “Hista lo vasta,” she said, quoting the film as well as she could remember. She watched as Fettish’s sensors turned to face her, then squeezed the trigger. Her first shot blew a hole out the back of Fettish’s head, and she lowered her arm, stitching him all the way down to his wheel. For a moment, he seemed to wobble on his wheel, wisps of smoke drifting from the line of holes in his metal chassis. Leela gulped. Was he one of these self-repairable robots? Would the holes mysteriously close themselves, followed by a bout of mechanical laughter? But her apprehension ended when Fettish tilted to the side and slammed into the permacrete surface. Keeping the gun aimed, Leela emerged from her hiding place, smiling as she saw the hot, dark fluids leaking from the pile of junk that used to be a robot. She even recognised the scent, Mom’s 30/40 All Purpose Robot Oil. Bender had a standing order for the same stuff. When he couldn’t siphon it from other robots, that was. She leapt over Fettish’s junked body and pointed the gun through the door. There was no-one else there, the small cockpit was empty. Leela allowed herself a brief grin as she spotted the keys still in the ignition. But where was Amy? She turned towards the rear of the ship, finding a small door, and punched the open button. She took a step forward, but halted at the sight. Amy was indeed inside, her slender body glistening with sweat, kneeling chained in front of a thick metal column that ran from floor to ceiling. Her arms were held above her head and behind the pole, and her knees were strapped widely apart. She was constantly twisting and wriggling in place, mewling and whimpering through the huge gag still in her mouth, and Leela gasped as she saw why.

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Amy had been mounted on a thick plastic dildo, from which came a loud, low hum. Amy opened her eyes and saw Leela there, and began to moan and plead to her, even though almost no sound escaped her lips. Leela didn’t need a translation - ‘Turn it off! Please!’. She dropped to one knee in front of Amy, and - oh, hell, there was no other way - reached between her open thighs, her fingers searching for knobs or switches on the base of the dildo. Leela cringed; the vibrations were making her fingers numb. She couldn’t even imagine the kind of stimulation Amy must be feeling right now. Glancing up, she saw the little oriental’s eyes glazing over, staring straight up but not seeing anything. Dammit! There must be a way of shutting it off! Ah, wait! There was a wire running from the dildo that vanished into the wall. If she could pull that out… Leela grabbed the wire and began to pull it away from the wall, but it was tough, and did not give. In the meantime, Amy’s moaning got a little louder, and her hips began to move her up and down on the dildo, sliding it in and out of her. She was close now. The wire still refused to budge, and Leela also refused to give up. She wrapped it around her hands, put one foot on the wall, and pulled with all her strength. Something begin to tear. Amy was shuddering now, squealing loudly, humping herself on the vibrating implement, her firm breasts bouncing. Leela pulled even harder, and winced as she felt the wire cut into her hands, but it started to come free. But by this stage, Amy did not care, she stiffened and wailed as she orgasmed, all her pleasure centres firing at full steam, after enduring being teased for so long. Her hips began to slide up and down again, riding the dildo, extending her pleasure even more. But it finally began to fade… At that moment, Leela gave a final tug and the wire snapped free from the wall, giving a brief spark as the contacts were pulled apart, and the powerful humming died. Having leant all her weight

44 The Turning Of The Worms backwards, she flumped onto her back in front of Amy in an undignified heap. “Got it,” she smiled, holding up the wire. Amy, her chest still heaving as she panted, could only nod. Perfect timing… Not having any keys for Amy’s bonds, Leela had to shoot them off. She had dialled the laser down to needlepoint, and severed the chains with a shower of sparks. The cuffs still attached to her limbs, Amy leaned forward and carefully eased herself off the dildo, and Leela winced when she saw how long it was. She would have taken bets that it wouldn’t have fitted in the first place. Once Amy was dismounted, Leela slid in behind her, hands seeking for and undoing the buckle fastening her gag. Amy coughed several times as the rubber finally slid from her mouth. “Oh, my… thank you, Leela. I couldn’t have… stood much more of that,” she said, puffing as she sat on the floor. “Are you okay?” “Uh-huh. Just need to get my breath back… oooh, I’ve never had one that large in me before…” She stopped, blushing, realising what she had just said. But Leela pretended not to notice. “Why did he put you on that thing?” she asked. “He said he wanted me ‘warmed up’,” Amy frowned as she wiped the sweat from her forehead, then examined the metal bands still locked around her wrists. There was no way to get them off without keys, but maybe they could find a metal cutter. “Where is that robot pervert, anyway?” “Outside, lying in a pool of his own oil,” Leela replied, thumbing behind her. “With several laser- induced holes in his CPU and memory core.” “Good,” Amy smiled as she rose to her feet, a little shakily, but quickly steadied. “I’m going to go find a waste disposal to feed him into,” she said, walking slowly past Leela, her chains still jingling. “What about you?” “Oh, I’m going to see how many bones I can break in Brannigan’s body without killing him. At least not yet,” Leela replied, her eye narrowing. It was payback time. “Think there’s any clothes we can find around here?” Amy asked as Leela tapped the hatch controls, and the door slid aside. “Maybe. If they kept ours there’ll be no pro-” She stopped with a gasp. The Prisoner Robot! It was standing in front of the small hatch, blocking their way. One of its hands shot up and snatched the gun from her, the powerful fingers crushing the weapon like it was made of paper. For an instant the girls froze in shock at the sight, then Leela recovered her wits and stabbed a finger at the hatch controls again. The robot was about to grab at them when the hatch slammed shut, protecting them. Even though, there was a loud double boom as the robot’s hands pounded against the closed door. Amy’s hands went to her mouth as the pounding continued. “Oh, no!” she cried. “If that thing gets ahold of us…” She didn’t need to finish that sentence. “What’ll we do?” Leela glanced around the ship. There were no more weapons immediately apparent. But one thing was. The keys in the ignition! “We leave!” she snapped, striding over to the controls. Usually, she would have slid into the pilot’s seat - but there wasn’t one, just some sort of clamp on the floor. Of course, it was built for that wheeled robot. She turned the key, and the console became active. “Quick! Find something to hold on to!” she ordered, and gripped one of the internal supports as hard as she could. Amy backed up against the rear wall as Leela hit the Auto-Takeoff control. There was a roar from the engines, and the small ship surged upwards, hot exhaust bathing the Prisoner Robot. The designers hadn’t thought to protect its power supply from extremes like that. There was a slight pop, and a tiny wisp of grey smoke drifted from its innards. Then it fell over. Five minutes later the girls were in space. Leela didn’t even bother establishing an orbit first, she just pointed the ship’s nose away from the planet, and cranked up the engines. Fortunately, the ship had a standard navigation console, so they easily found out where they were. And best of all, the previous courses were still mapped. All Leela had to do was lay in a reciprocal setting to the Sol system, and the autopilot did the rest. Perhaps the PE ship was still there… That being done, they had nothing to do for six hours. Except talk. “Well, this is the first time I’ve flown a ship naked…” Leela quipped, turning back from the console. It was an attempt at humour that didn’t work. Amy, sitting up against the rear bulkhead, didn’t even look up. Leela strode back to her, lowering herself to the floor against the side of the ship. “You okay?”

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“Mmm?” Amy replied, looking up. “Oh, yeah, I’m just trying to decide how I feel… about you.” “What about me?” “Well, you know, where we… and then it was the other way around… and…” Amy stammered. “Amy, we’re two enlightened 30th century women!” Leela said, smiling slightly. “Surely we can talk about sex with being embarrassed!” “Yeah, but that’s with men!” Amy cried, standing up, starting to pace. “Not with each other! I mean, after what we did together - I don’t know any more.” “You mean that you’re worried that you might really-” Leela’s brow furrowed as she thought “-bat for the other team? Or even occasionally pinch hit?” Amy’s widened eyes told her that the metaphor had been understood. “No! I love my Kiffy,” Amy replied. “I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with being - that way inclined - but I don’t swing that way, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either.” Leela shook her head. “Nope. You’re cute, but not that cute.” Amy blushed a little. That was the first time Leela had given her any sort of compliment. “But it doesn’t change the fact that we…” “Chose pleasure over pain,” Leela interrupted, standing up. “I don’t know about you, but I’d choose the same again,” she continued, putting her hands on her friend’s shoulders. Amy blinked, looking up into Leela’s large eye. The gesture was almost maternal. And… she was right. Like Leela said, they were enlightened 30th century women. “Y-yeah,” Amy began to smile. “It was just sex, not a… fundamental change in the history of the universe.” Leela broke into a grin. “Can you imagine the hangups if we were both guys?” Amy laughed out loud. “I don’t think that my parents could afford the psychiatrist’s fees!” They both hugged, briefly, both understanding it was nothing sexual again. Their relationship hadn’t changed, and had maybe even strengthened a little. “So… um… what do we tell everyone when we get back to Earth?” Amy asked after they had separated. “Well… after we find our ship, we can… say we had a power failure,” Leela mused, wandering back to the control console. “And it took us this long to fix it.” “No distress call?” Leela swivelled around, hands going to her hips. “Hey, girls can do anything!” she said, in mock indignation. Amy smiled and hmmfed with agreement, nodding her head. Feminine pride was as good an excuse as any. The Professor might get mad about his ship being unable to make deliveries, but he could just lock himself in the Angry Dome and rant for a while. “Oh… but, um… what do we do if the ship isn’t there?” Leela shrugged. “Well… go home in this one, I guess.” “What? Leela, we’re still wearing chains and we’re both stark naked! How do you propose we explain that?!” “We could always go to your parents’ place on Mars…” “Spleesh! They’re the biggest gossips on the planet!” “If you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it.” Amy sighed, and shook her head. This could still end up being very embarrassing... Five hours and forty minutes later, a small blip appeared on the radar screen. After a braking maneuver, Leela and Amy both breathed a sigh of relief when the green hull of the Planet Express ship drifted into view. Left on its own, it probably would have drifted into the Sun - in about eight months. Docking with it was a piece of cake, as both ships had standard hatches. However, it presented them with a bit of a problem. If the knockout gas Zapp initially used on them was still present inside, they would just fall unconscious again. And Fettish’s ship had no spacesuits. So, there was nothing for it but to make a mad sprint. Leela went alone, just in case it didn’t work. Holding her breath, she dashed through the airlock, and scrabbled into one of the emergency suits, sealing it before her lungs gave out. Bringing another one back for Amy, they both soon realised how uncomfortable these suits were, if they were all one was wearing. Ouch, chafing. But it worked.

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First thing to do was find the probe that had injected the gas into the ship, and once that was discarded and the hull patched after a quick EVA by Amy, Leela did a full atmosphere purge, taking the interior of the ship to a vacuum, then refilling using the air reserves. It would be chilly for a little while, but at least safe to breathe. While all that was happening, they had debated over the commlink about what to do with Fettish’s ship. Remembering the room she had been confined in, Amy was all for powering up the turret and blowing it to dust, but Leela talked her into submitting it for a salvage claim. Might as well make some gain off this whole episode, she reasoned. Now they could get rid of the suits. First stop was the Engineering section, to see about getting their cuffs off. The ones attached to Amy were simple metal, the laser cutter barely winking through them. Leela’s proved to be tougher, the hybrid material resistant to standard tools, but Amy was eventually able to lase them off without a hitch. Neither of them had any qualms about tossing the bits out of the airlock. After a quick shower each, they vanished into their cabins to get something to wear. Once again in her pink tracksuit, Amy met Leela in the corridor on her way to the flight deck. The cyclops had her ponytail back, and was wearing her usual boots, black pants, and green jacket. “You know, it feels sorta funny to be wearing clothes again…” Amy started. “I thought you couldn’t wait to get dressed?” “I couldn’t! I mean… I always thought you Earthies were a bit weird about nudity.” “I seem to remember a certain Martian joining us in the hot tub last Freedom Day…” Leela smiled. “That’s Freedom Day! But… we’ve just been nude for almost three days… and somehow… not wearing clothes doesn’t seem like such a big thing to me any more.” Amy shrugged. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to go au natural to wash the ship or anything like that, but.” “Fry would drool all over the floor.” “So I’d hose him off, too.” They both laughed at that, the door to the flight deck sliding open in front of them. “You warm up the engines, I’ll plot a course back to Earth,” Leela suggested. “No problem,” Amy acknowledged as she slid in front of the auxiliary console. She tapped the buttons to prime and start the engines, then sat back and waited. What a wild couple of days. And a scary couple, too. Her thoughts seemed to veer towards the many ways she had been tied up. She really didn’t like that shabby-arry thing, it hurt when she moved and was too tight around her. But being on that bed, her arms and legs widely apart… ooh, she felt so helpless, but once she got used to it - perhaps it wasn’t so bad. Perhaps having someone she loved and trusted with her, not a virtual stranger. Someone who would release her when she asked. Amy shut her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face. Heh, what would Kif say if she asked him to tie her up? Probably freak out, but when he realised the dynamics, that she was giving him her ultimate trust, he just might do it. Mmm, then he would proceed to slowly pleasure her. She purred in anticipation, wrapping her arms around her waist. The thought of his delicate hands caressing and touching her soft, bare skin, gently stroking and arousing her as she wriggled before him, then he would take that long, warm tongue of his and… “Hey! Earth to Amy!” “Gluh!” Amy exclaimed as the bubble of imagination burst. “Umm, err… yeah. Engines at full restart.” “Finally,” Leela said, one hand sliding over the throttle, easing it forward. “Let’s go home.” The ship turned towards Earth, engines flaring. Leela relaxed back into her comfy pilot’s seat as the glare from the Sun faded through the windows. Her radar display showed there was no local traffic, so she clicked on the autopilot and crossed her arms. A quick glance at Amy showed her leaning back in her own seat with her hands clasped on her lap, eyes closed, smiling slightly. Well, she must be tired. After that little adventure, it was understandable. She watched the stars for a few minutes, before closing her own eye. Nope, she would never let on what had just happened to anyone else. Normally a master of self-delusion, Leela couldn’t deny that the best sex she’d ever had was when she had absolutely not agreed to it. Why? Did she secretly like being forced? What was it called… non-consentual fantasy?

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Hell, no! She had fiercely fought her entire life for her independence, it was not something she could easily let go of. And yet… there was something strangely appealing about just surrendering herself to a strong, but tender man. Not someone who took her without her permission, but someone who accepted what she willingly gave to him. And if she fully gave herself, submitting her entire will and her body, watching as he slowly made her helpless before him, then as he gratefully and passionately took the gifts she offered, making her ride one orgasmic peak after another, and another… and when it was all over, he would free her and they would spend the night sleeping in each other’s arms. Funny, she’d never even considered experimenting with bondage games before. Maybe it was due to the low quality of men she had experienced throughout her life. Well - except maybe Fry. He had a certain child-like innocence to him, although he could also be quite childish, which completely turned her off. But still… he had almost died saving her life when they had to complete a vital repair in breathing masks, and when she had lain in a coma for two weeks he had never left her bedside. And there were many other such examples. Maybe it was time to face the music and reevaluate her relationship with him… Leela’s eye flicked open. Wait a minute! Fry! He was the missing piece to the puzzle about how Brannigan had changed so much. She slapped her forehead in realisation. It all fitted. The extra intelligence, the perfect, re-sculpted body - could it be true?

  

Zapp Brannigan, Galactic Hero™ and the ultimate starship commander in the universe, drifted awake slowly. He’d just had a rather unusual dream, of staring at something so lovely he couldn’t keep his eyes off it - if only he could remember what it was - then something tapped him on the nose, and he was flying, and flying… He was on a floor. How inappropriate. He rubbed his head and sat up, leaning on the bed. Bed? With silk sheets? He grinned, glancing around. Was there a girl in here too? Woohoo! Zapp, you stud! Oh, he was alone. Well, she must be up already, dutifully making waffles. Er, hang on, this wasn’t his quarters on the Nimbus. It wasn’t even a room belonging to any of the female personnel. Matter of fact, he didn’t think he was even on a ship. Man oh man, that must’ve been some party last night. Well, first things first. He needed his pants, and just as important, his corset. There was no apparent sign of them, so he immediately did the first thing that he always did when something was wrong or out of place. “Kif, you unworthy underling! Where are you?” he yelled. “The Commander’s personal underwear, chop-CHOP!!” There was no answer. Zapp looked back and forth. “Insubordination!” he screamed. “You’ll be washing the hull with a toothbrush for this, Kif!!” But still, after ten minutes of standing there looking dignified, there was no sign of his green batman. He sighed, looking down at his rounded belly. Perhaps he should have this fixed permanently. A surgically-implanted corset? Brilliant! He’d make millions with that idea, and men all over the galaxy would idolise him even more than they did now. If that was possible. Of course it was! He almost forgave Kif for not responding. Ah, it was so wonderful being him… But suddenly, from… down below, there was a deep, ominous rumble, causing him to immediately cross his legs. Uh-oh. He had to go. Now. But where was the bathroom around here? Then his tummy rumbled again. Uh-oh again. This was not going to wait! Wherewherewhere? He hopped around in a circle, looking for relief. Anything would do. A hole in the ground, behind a tree, Kif’s duffle bag, anything! Wait, over there. There was a little room. He minced over, peering around the corner. Success! One bathroom, made to order. What followed was quite stinky, even by his standards.

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Deep in the recesses of Zapp Brannigan’s small intestine, millions of tiny, intelligent creatures were prepared for a move. All their work over the past month had been for naught, and they had to begin again, somewhere else. Mayor Kdopwhgb was helping supervise the relocation, speaking to several subordinates at once. His office was a buzz of varied voices and movement as people slithered everywhere in a well- ordered display of controlled panic. “Yes, the designated Nasal Repair Team has confirmed that all damage has been repaired - that section can move out now - no, I will be staying until the last of our people are gone - it will take several days to completely evacuate…” An aide came slithering up, delivering a written message. “Ah, good!” the Mayor said, reading the note. “Gentleworms!” he said to the entire crowd. “All changes to the host have been reversed. We can now proceed with Phase Two!” The movement around the room increased, with almost everyone hurrying to their designated evacuation areas. The Secondary Assistant Deputy Mayor came squelching up. “Your Honour, I must object again to this plan of action. This body did require a little more work than usual - especially in the brain pan and synapses - but we finally had an excellent host. Why do we -” The Mayor halted his junior’s objection with a raised tentacle. “You raised these arguments before, Jugswapght, and they were discussed at Council. This host’s actions would have ultimately resulted in his demise. You saw what he was doing to those two females. There was consensus that the purple-haired one would have eventually ended his existence. Then where would we be? Dying inside a dead host!” “Bah!” Jugswapght replied. “That female was no match for the strength of our host! And since when do we care about the morals of the world outside?” “You are correct,” the Mayor shot back. “However, this is an action of self-preservation, and you know it. We all - almost all - agreed it is best to find a new host that will not endanger himself so much.” Jugswapght turned away, clearly annoyed. “You’re just mad that you managed to score prime real estate on those two villi.” “Three villi, your Honour,” Jugswapght said, sliming away. The Mayor shook his head. That was a bit to give up, but it was necessary. The good of the many, after all. Ah, well. Just then another messenger slithered up, saluting in crisp military fashion. A member of the 3rd Intestinal Bowel Brigade. “Mister Mayor, sir! Our rectal scouts report that all is in readiness, and the host is correctly positioned!” “Very well, Sergeant. Begin Operation Flushout!”

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El-Man - Thanks and congrats must go to the other contributors to the story, who not only provided art, but valuable feedback, opinions, and spelling corrections. My main reason for writing this? Boredom, and that no-one has done this with the Futurama characters (to my knowledge). I went with the premise that if Zapp was smart, he’d be a truly dangerous opponent, going to any end to get what he wants. And how would Leela and Amy deal with the unconscionable situation he places them in? We’ll never know for sure, but this is my interpretation. And if anyone thinks I’m a weirdo for writing this - well, you just read it, despite multiple content warnings on Pages One and Two. Join the club. K BeamSpike - Having been contacted by El-Man and Marcus about what turned into a fascinating project, I was roped into (pun intended) into giving a hand. Having done a few pieces of art in the past, not related to this project or even the TV series it's about, I got to work and produced the Shibari/Swing-A-Longa-Leela picture, then helped Marcus with the Zapp Awakening picture. This has tempted me to do some more, when I get the opportunity. Hope people enjoy the story and the pictures, as a lot of hard work, thought, and new jeans have gone into this story. Marcus - Drawing women nude; My pen is twitching still. No - That’s not what I meant…

Nerd3D - I'm just really anxious to see it all put together as a finished product. I had a lot of fun creating the few images I sent in.

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