Hellfire & Submission

H ellfire & Subm ission

By M s. W ong

Adult, Rated R This is the authoress. This story contains BDSM themes, applied to the characters in Futurama. If you do not like bondage and domination, or if you do not want to see a major character humiliated, then do not read this story. You will not like it. Feedback is welcome. Criticism will be considered. Complaints and all forms of griping will be ignored and/or tossed right back.

Ms. Wong. [email protected]

2 Leela and Amy were having a friendly bet. It was a Friday night with the weekend off, so they could stay out as late as they wanted and not worry about having to be rested or sober for work the next day. They had chosen to go to the squid fights, where Leela found what she considered a sure thing. It was ‘Squishy Joe’ vs. ‘The Inkinantor’. Squishy Joe hadn’t won a fight in ages, so it was a sucker bet when Amy said she wanted to place her wager on him. Leela even went so far as to bet money that she didn’t have just so she could make a profit off the deal, and maybe humiliate Amy a little as well. Amy’s parents were so rich that it wouldn’t matter to her, but it would pay a lot of Leela’s bills. Feeding Nibbler was breaking her bank account, so every dollar would help. “Leela, are you sure?” Amy asked. “That’s a lot of money. Do you have it?” “Sure. No problem,” Leela replied with smug confidence. “Now are you going to bet or not?” “No, spluh! You’re on! Are you sure that you can afford to lose $1,000? I’m serious about betting, and when I win, I expect to be paid,” Amy retorted. She both admired and resented her cyclops friend. She admired Leela’s tough, no nonsense attitude towards life, but hated her haughtiness. Leela always gave the impression that she thought she was superior to others, especially Amy and Fry. Granted, Fry was a little careless and could do some stupid things, but at least he didn’t play games and had a big heart. It irritated Amy no end when Leela would tell transparent lies to get out of dates with Fry instead of just giving him a chance. Leela was already thinking of ways to spend the money when the impossible happened - her squid lost. He lost bad. Leela sat in shock, her mouth open, as she heard Amy jumping up and down, cheering loudly. The entire crowd were celebrating the victory of the huge underdog - except for Leela. Suddenly she began to feel quite sick to her stomach, she knew there was no way she could pay off the bet. After the fight, Amy dragged a despondent Leela to Fishy Joe’s for a quick snack. “That was a great fight! And even better, you owe me a thousand smackers!” she said excitedly. “When do you want to pay me?” she asked. Leela looked down at her cup of coffee and didn’t make eye contact. “Uh… Amy, I don’t have that kinda money. I can’t pay you,” she murmured. Amy’s jubilant mood vanished and she stared at Leela, shocked. One of the things she did admire about Leela was her integrity - so the thought of Leela welching on a bet angered her. “You mean you made a bet knowing you couldn’t pay if you lost?” she snapped, giving her anger its voice. “What if I lost, you’d have no problem collecting from me! Leela, that sucks! I thought better of you than that!” Amy’s voice was getting louder as she got angrier. “I guess that I’d better let Bender, Fry and Zoidberg know not to bet with you, you welcher!” Leela’s heart skipped a beat, staring back at Amy in surprise at her sudden outburst. She didn’t care what Bender or Zoidberg thought, but she knew that Fry worshiped her. Leela could handle anything except being humiliated in front of him. She frantically started thinking of what she could do to placate the oriental girl. “Amy, please, I’m sorry. I made a bet and I lost. Can I do something other than pay you money to make things right?” Leela asked, a tone of desperation creeping into her voice that she tried to hide, and failed. Amy looked away and pondered for a few seconds. Then she slyly asked, “What are you willing to do?” Leela’s heart quickened. Amy was going to negotiate. “Anything, anything, just don’t tell Fry about this bet thing.”

3 Amy’s eyes narrowed as she spoke with a cold tone that Leela had never heard before. “Anything, Leela? Be careful what you say. I can be very creative, and ‘anything’ means ‘anything’ as far as I’m concerned.” Leela looked at the table as she replied, humiliated. “Yes Amy. Anything. No limits. I won’t back out, no matter what you think of.” Amy couldn’t believe her good fortune. The money actually meant little to her, but having a compliant Leela at her beck and call was a dream coming true. Amy had fantasies of the cyclops being submissive, and she never thought that she would have a chance to play them out. Now Leela was offering herself, with no limits! “Okay, Leela. This is the deal,” Amy started. You will cancel any plans for the weekend and find somebody to feed Nibbler. Be at my apartment tomorrow at 9:00am sharp and plan to stay there until 7:00am on Monday. You will not leave, you will do what I say, and you will not complain about anything. No limits. Understand?” Leela shuddered. Being a servant to Amy offended her sense of self worth, but she had no choice. She would just have to swallow her pride and take Amy’s terms. Anything to keep from being exposed as a fraud to Fry. Still looking down and trying not to show any emotion in her voice, Leela replied, “Yes, I understand. ‘Anything’ means ‘anything’. No limits...” She began to get nervous as Amy smiled and got up to leave. Her last comment to Leela was, “Go home and get some rest. You’ll need it...” and she walked out. Leela looked down into her coffee cup. Just what did ‘anything’ mean to the little Martian bitch?

The next morning Leela was getting ready to drive to Amy’s apartment. She already gotten Fry to promise to feed Nibbler over the next two days. For all his flaws, Fry was the best friend that she ever had. He accepted her completely, he didn’t even question her when she told him something had come up and she needed to leave town for a couple of days. She just hoped that he never would find out how she was humiliating herself to pay off a debt to Amy. It was bad enough that there were videos of her and Zapp’s encounter floating around (‘Zapped, my ass!’ she thought), but to be subservient to Amy... she could almost taste bile in the back of her throat. ‘What does that little bitch have planned for me?’ Leela thought. ‘She probably wants me to clean her apartment and do some errands, maybe wash her car. I can do that. And if she goes too far, well... next delivery it’s payback time. I’ll make her life miserable.’ She found her mood improving. No matter what Amy had in mind, she would get revenge later. “Let her do her worst, then we’ll see who’s boss,” she spoke out to the air, Nibbler looking at her with a bemused expression. Kneeling down and stroking her pet, Leela continued, “Nibbler, Fry is going to feed you today and tomorrow, but mommy will be home Monday with a big juicy ham.” Nibbler chirped happily, curling up on his little pillow. Standing up and walking out defiantly to her car, she drove the short distance to Amy’s apartment.

Amy’s apartment was huge and nicely furnished, her standard of living much higher than Leela’s. Tasteful art decorated the walls, the carpet was clean enough to eat off of. The cyclops was impressed - and a tad jealous. Amy had met her at the door and led her into the lounge, then sprawled herself over one of the couches, looking up at her with a sly smile. Leela remain standing, looking down at her, wearing an expression of barely controlled

4 tolerance. “Okay, Amy, it’s 9:00am,” she began. “I’m yours for the next two days. Let’s get this over with.” “Oh, Leela, are you SURE you wants to do this?” Amy asked coyly. “Yes! I said anything. What else do you want?” Leela answered with an edge of irritation in her voice. “No limits? Right?” Amy asked. “That’s the agreement,” Leela shot back. “Okay, just so that you know, I’ve spent all night thinking of how we’re going to spend the next forty-six hours,” Amy said with an evil gleam in her eyes. “If at any time you want to back out, you can, but then you’ll owe me the entire thousand dollars. Deal?” “Deal. Let’s get started. What do you want me to do, wash your car?” Amy’s smile somehow matched the gleam in her eyes. “Oh Leela, nothing that simple. Go into my bedroom and you’ll find an outfit waiting for you to put on.” Damn, Amy was going to be a pain in the ass about this. Leela kept her irritation suppressed until she walked in the bedroom and saw the outfit waiting on her. “Amy! What the hell is this?” Leela exploded. “If you think for one minute that I’m...” Amy had followed her, and was leaning against the open door frame, still smiling. “Now Leela, is that all your word is worth? You said anything. No limits.” Leela’s lip uncurled as she sighed. Her word was her bond, and she would keep it. Looking at the bed, she took a long look at the little cute French Maid outfit. It had a plunging neckline, so her cleavage would be showing, and it was very high cut, so her ass would be showing. The little black thong panties wouldn’t cover much. Complete with thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heeled shoes, she couldn’t imagine a more degrading outfit to wear. “It’s your size, Leela. I’ve had it for a long time hoping to have this opportunity,” Amy’s voice came from behind. “You’re going to wear it and I’m going to enjoy watching you put it on and watching you clean my apartment while you wear it. You’re going to earn that thousand dollars. Every penny of it. Now, not another word. Put it on!” she commanded. Sighing again with defeat, Leela unzipped her boots and started to slowly slide her clothes off. She folded them neatly and placed them on the bed, then started to put on the short, embarrassing outfit. As she was doing that, Amy quickly grabbed Leela’s clothes, took them to a drawer in her closet and locked them up. She almost chuckled as she caught the cyclops’ questioning glare. “Just in case we decide to go out, you’ll wear that maid outfit,” Amy smiled. “Oh, and I have some other outfits for you to wear this weekend that you’ll just love.” After putting the costume on, including a silly little white bonnet, Amy had Leela walk in front of a full length mirror. Leela blushed at the reflection, either from being mortified or outraged, she didn’t know. The heels on the shoes were higher than anything that she had ever worn before and were making her calves ache and her back arch, the front of the dress barely covered her crotch while the lower part of her ass was exposed, the thong panty was so small it appeared that she had no underwear on, and the neckline plunged so far down and was so wide that her breasts were almost falling out. Leela knew that Amy had seen her naked before, but for some reason wearing this maids’ uniform made her blush even harder. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying the view,” she said, the venom obvious in her voice. “Oooh, I am,” Amy smirked. “Spleesh, you’re even more beautiful wearing that than I ever imagined. And quit with the attitude - it’s your fault that you’re having to do this. Now put

5 these on your shoes,” she ordered, handing Leela two small padlocks. Leela numbly took them, still dumbfounded that Amy had called her beautiful. “What do I do with these?” she asked. “There are lock loops on the shoes. You put the padlocks on them to prevent you from taking the shoes off,” Amy explained. “After walking in them for a couple of hours, you’ll get really tired of them. I want you to keep wearing them, so put the locks on.” Looking at the shoes and feeling the ache in her calves intensifying, Leela felt a true twinge of shame. “Amy...” she started. “No! Quit stalling and quit complaining!” Amy snapped. “Not another word. You will do as I say. You lost the bet and you made the conditions,” she continued, a harsh tone taking over her voice. “Amy, I’m not a lesbian. I can’t... you know...” Leela stammered. “I’m not a lesbian either, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun looking at you. Now I own you for the next two days. You don’t have to like it, but you will do it,” Amy responded curtly. “Now put those locks on.” Her face red and feeling tears starting to form, Leela bent over to put the locks on so that Amy couldn’t see her shame. For the brief moment where Leela couldn’t see her either, Amy’s hard demeanor faded and she clasped her hands in front of her mouth, grinning like a schoolgirl. ‘She’s doing it! She really doing it!’ she thought. Then her smile vanished and she spoke sternly again. “Leela, you don’t know what’s in store for you over the next two days,” Amy said as Leela placed the padlocks on with a gentle click. “You’ll hate it, but if you give it a chance, you may find out that you might actually like some of it. I know I will. Now, go to the dresser and open the top drawer.” Leela obediently went to the drawer and pulled it open, being careful as she walked - the high heels made walking difficult. Her eye widened when she saw what was in the drawer - a two inch wide leather collar. She had no doubt it was properly sized for her neck. There were three D-shaped rings securely riveted to the outer surface. But worst of all was that the front of the collar had a bright silver name tag fastened to it. In raised, block letters it simply said - LEELA. Her fingers trembling, Leela picked it up and turned to face Amy, her face ashen. But there was no sympathy or mercy in the little Martian’s eyes. “Put it on,” came Amy’s curt order. “Oh, and before you get any ideas of changing your mind… do you see that lamp?” Leela turned her head towards the indicated fixture. “That’s really a camera that has recorded everything that has happened since you got here,” Amy continued. “If you think of kicking my ass, I’ll have you arrested. If you think of walking out without paying me, everybody at Planet Express will get a copy of this. Just think of what Bender can do with a video of you dressed the way you are. What will Fry think? Do you think that he’ll still hold you in such high esteem? I’ll also see that Zapp Brannigan gets a copy - you think that he won’t leave you alone now?” Amy stepped up to her, looking the taller woman in the eye. “You’re my property for two days, now put the collar on,” she said with a strange coldness that frightened Leela. That comment about Fry had really hit hard. She could deal with a hot and horny Zapp Brannigan, but for some reason she couldn’t face Fry if he knew about this - any of this. Closing her eye tightly and swallowing, Leela slowly raised her hands and slipped the collar around her neck. The leather was cool to the touch on her vulnerable throat, the back ends

6 of the metal rivets even more so. It was far more humiliating for Leela to do it herself than for Amy to, it was like she was submitting of her own choice, when she most definitely wasn’t. After closing it, Leela heard Amy moving behind her, clenching her teeth to not make any noise as she felt Amy’s small hands fasten the buckle and and tighten it. It was very snug when she finished. Leela couldn’t help a small whimper when she heard a faint click - she knew that Amy had padlocked the buckle closed. Now it was not coming off easily. “You’re mine. Now let’s start having fun,” Amy whispered in Leela’s ear. Amy pulled an unresisting and thoroughly humiliated Leela into the living room. Leela expected to be led into the kitchen or bathroom, where she thought she would have to start washing dishes or cleaning floors, but was pushed face-first towards one of the walls. There was a chain a few inches long attached to the wall by an eye-level bracket which Leela hadn’t noticed before, and before she could react, Amy took the end of the chain and locked it to the ring in front of Leela’s collar. The chain was so short that Leela could only take a step away from the wall and she couldn’t sit down. Facing the wall and stunned with the unexpectedness, Leela’s surprise turned to shock as something cold and metallic firmly clicked shut around one of her wrists. Handcuffs?!? She started to fight but she had no balance or leverage so couldn’t prevent Amy pulling her other wrist behind her back and snapping the other cuff around it. Starting to struggle against the chain, the handcuffs and the high heels, Leela started to panic. “Goddammit Amy! Stop this! Let me go!” she screamed. “Amy! Let mmmmrrrffffff!” Leela couldn’t believe that Amy was forcing a round rubber ball into her mouth! The ball had straps on each side, and Amy had leverage enough to force the large ball past her teeth and deep inside. She felt the straps being buckled tight as she struggled, then she heard the click of another lock. Grunting and shaking her head, Leela found out that the gag was now part of her, and would only come out when Amy wanted to take it out. Next, Leela felt another pair of handcuffs being placed above her elbows. She squealed into the gag as Amy forced her arms together as she locked the cuffs shut. OwowOW! Oh lord, it hurt her shoulders to have her elbows forced that close together. It also made her chest stick out even more, pressing against the wallpaper. Distracted by the pain, Leela barely noticed as Amy locked more steel cuffs on her ankles, forcing her to stand with her feet no more than four inches apart. She wobbled, but managed to keep her balance. Standing was now an act of endurance. She felt her ponytail being grabbed and pushed to the side, and then she was looking eye to eye with Amy. She couldn’t break Amy’s cold stare, so Leela placed all the hate that she could muster into her return stare. Her left hand full of Leela’s hair, Amy’s face was mere inches from Leela’s. With a cold, emotionless voice, she started speaking. “You always look down on everyone else. You’ll only date ‘important’ people. You treat Fry like dirt. You call me a tramp and a slut all the time. So, now I’m going to enjoy treating you like dirt all weekend.” Leela continued to stare daggers at Amy. Was that what all this was about? Revenge? “Let me tell you a few things about me that you don’t know,” Amy continued, contempt creeping into her voice. “I belong to a local BDSM club. I’m both a submissive and a dominant. As of today I’m a dom and you’re my sub. Nobody knows that you’re here, so if it takes more than two days, if it take two weeks or two years, I’m going to break you. You will treat me with respect.” Leela’s eye widened in fear hearing this. It was true that she didn’t tell anybody where she was going. Amy’s apartment was large and soundproof - she could keep Leela captive for as

7 long as she wanted. With the way that Leela was shackled, she had no hope of getting free and she had the idea that Amy wasn’t going to be stupid enough to give her any slack. Amy continued talking. “I’ve been bound exactly like that before. Your feet and legs will cramp from the shoes, your arms will start to hurt and go numb from the cuffs, and your jaw will get sore and tired very quickly from the gag. I’ve managed to stay bound like that for two hours. I’m going to keep you like this for three hours just to show you how tough you aren’t. Don’t beg for release, because it’s not happening. You’re past the point of no return, you’re my slave.” She stopped, smiled, and let go of Leela’s hair to pat her insultingly on the cheek. “Don’t go away now, I’m gonna change into something more appropriate for this occasion.” Amy stepped back, still smiling. Leela made an angry whimpering sound behind the gag as drool starting to form around the corners of her mouth. She squealed when she felt a sharp slap on her ass, and heard Amy laughing as she went to her bedroom, leaving Leela standing in motionless agony in the living room.

After struggling hopelessly for about fifteen minutes Leela was coated in sweat, and after an hour she was in agonizing misery. She couldn’t move. The chain connected to her collar made her stand up straight with maybe six inches of slack. With her arms so severely bound behind her she couldn’t use them to balance herself, and the pain had started in her shoulders and she no longer had any feeling in her fingers. The shoes were real killers. Her calves ached more than ever before. All her weight was now placed on her feet imprisoned in those damned high heel shoes. No wonder Amy locked them on. If she wasn’t in such great physical condition, she would have broken into tears from the pain. But she was Turanga Leela, toughest starship captain in the entire DOOP, and a little Martian girl playing games wasn’t going to break her! “When I get free, that little hussy is going to get the worst ass-kicking ever!” Leela thought. She noticed that her chest was wet, and realized it was her own saliva leaking around the ballgag. Leela imagined how she looked, dressed like a street slut, tied up like an animal and drooling uncontrollably. And if that wasn’t bad enough, her struggles had made this damn tight outfit ride up around her waist, those tiny thong panties were all she was wearing around her hips. This angered her even more, fueling her resolve. Her eye narrowed as she concentrated on kicking Amy’s ass… No. Wait. That wouldn’t help her endure this tight bondage. She needed to relax her mind, calm the tensions with her, and focus past the pain. With the large gag in her mouth, she couldn’t use the mantra word that Master Phnog taught her years ago, but it didn’t matter. She could repeat in in her head easily enough. Leela closed her eye, and began to concentrate on breathing through her nose. Breathe in, breathe out. Nothing else matters. The pain does not exis... SMACK! “MMMMFFF!” Leela squealed as she jumped in surprise. Something had just hit her exposed ass, hard. SMACK! “NNNNNN!” Leela jumped again as the other asscheek was hit. Damn, it stung. What was it? Feeling her ponytail being grabbed, she was turned to face Amy again. She hadn’t heard her come back into the room, the sneaky Martian brat. Amy then put something under Leela’s chin, pushing up as she pulled Leela’s hair down. Leela whined in protest. “No, Leela, you’re not going to zone out,” Amy began. “You’ve got two more hours to go before I set you free.” Leela’s heart quickened. Was Amy going to let her go after this?

8 “After this, I’m going to really start to put you through some pain.” Leela closed her eye. Apparently not… “This is just the beginning for you. Do your feet hurt? I know when Armando made me wear shoes like those I was ready to cry after just an hour. Leela, I’m feeling generous so after your three hours here, I’ll release one of the bonds - your choice - while I tell you about your new life. But you have to earn it. That means no meditating. I’ll know if you try, and now you know what this feels like.” The object that she was pushing on Leela’s chin fell away and she raised it up to let Leela look at it. It was a thin, leather-wrapped handle, a couple of feet long. At its end was a fold of thick leather, at least three inches wide. “It’s a riding crop. Jockies use it to make horses run faster. Doms use it to keep their subs in line. I plan to use this a lot on you. I hope you like it,” Amy said with a sneer. Leela grunted around the gag, her eye blazing with anger. Even though it was well muffled, Amy could tell it was a venomous ‘fuck you!’. She yanked Leela’s hair even tighter and said, “That will cost you, Leela. Ten strokes!” She pushed Leela hard against the wall and drew her hand back. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Amy hit each asscheek five times with all her strength. Leela squealed involuntarily the first few times, then managed to keep silent, but biting down hard on her gag. Tears were welling up in her eye. The relentless pain of her bondage, the humiliation of being tied up and being whipped like a horse was almost too much for her to take. “Two more hours Leela, then we talk,” Amy said as she walked away.

Leela had no idea how much time had passed. There was no clock visible from her position and she couldn’t hear anything except Amy moving around the apartment. It could have ten minutes or ten hours. All she knew was her entire body was aching and she couldn’t reposition herself to get any relief. Grudgingly she realized that struggling only exhausted her and increased her suffering, but keeping still only increased her muscle cramps as well. Whoever taught Amy this bondage stuff knew what they were doing and Amy was a good student. It was obvious that escape was impossible at this point, but Amy would have to release her sometime. Then she would overpower the little brat and play her little warped game - but with Amy being the prisoner. Leela was thinking of how to lull her into a false sense of security when she heard footsteps behind her. “We’re at the second hour, how are you doing?” Amy asked. “Fine! Never better!” Leela tried to murmur though the gag. All she did was make an incomprehensible noise and spray spittle out the sides of her mouth. “Well, I think that we need to take your mind off the pain you have now. What should we do?” Amy said as Leela heard the crop being slapped into Amy’s hand. “Do you want another little taste of this?” “NNN! NNNN!” Leela screamed, shaking her head with what little movement she could muster. “All right, no cropping... for now,” Amy relented. “Mmm… I have another idea. It’s a shame those wonderful tits are being ignored. Let’s give them some attention.” ‘Whaaaat?’ Leela thought. She felt Amy’s hands reaching around the front of her dress, then she pulled the flimsy fabric down, causing both of Leela’s breasts to fall out. Leela let loose a series of muffled squeals and wriggled in protest as Amy’s hands slid around her soft

9 globes, stroking the silky smooth skin, then seeking and finding her nipples, circling and stroking the sensitive buds. Remarkably, despite the pain Leela was in, they began to respond after a few minutes, stiffening automatically. Leela grunted in shame that Amy was forcing a reaction like this from her. “Wow, Leela. I wish I had boobs like yours,” Amy truthfully said, as her fingers continued to caress and fondle Leela’s nipples. “Damn, you could poke someone’s eye out with these things. Are you sure that you’re not into other women? I bet that thong is wet, isn’t it? Do you want me to call Fry over and let him do something about that?” Amy asked with a playful but sadistic tone. All Leela could do was grunt into the gag as her nipples received attention. Amy knew what buttons to push to make her ashamed. Constantly mentioning Fry’s name made Leela realize just how weak and human she really was, not the superwoman that Fry saw her as. “Leela, I asked you a question. Do you want me to call Fry over?” Fear coursed through Leela, and her eye snapped open. She would do anything to keep Fry from seeing her like this. She screamed “No!” into her gag several times until she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. Amy mercifully quit massaging her breasts and Leela sighed with relief, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through her right nipple, and she howled uncontrollably. The same pain on her left nipple caused another scream. “Amy! Please! Stop!” Leela cried through the gag, but the words were of course unintelligible. She turned her head to the side. Amy was grinning at her. “These are nipple clamps, Leela,” she explained. “For anybody else, I’d use ones with covered ends but I know that you have a high pain tolerance. Without the covers, you have the serrated ends biting into your nips. They hurt now and they hurt more the longer they stay on. Oh, and Leela, that’s not the whole story. I’m going to leave them on for fifteen minutes, and when I take them off, the blood will return to your nipples - and it will be some of the worst pain you’ll ever experience.” Her tone changed and she crossed her arms. “The things that I do to you to take your mind off of trying to escape...” Leela was close to crying. As strong as she wanted to be, she couldn’t help herself. In just two hours she had reduced from being the toughest person she knew to being a helpless piece of property. Amy wasn’t lying - the nipple clamps were brutal. Leela always had sensitive nipples and Amy was taking complete advantage of that. She couldn’t imagine how bad the pain would be when the clamps came off. “You know, Leela, one of my former masters sent me a disk of ideas to use on a subbie built like you,” Amy casually mentioned. “He specializes in breast bondage. I think I’ll watch it while you enjoy yourself. Don’t go anywhere,” Amy giggled as she patted Leela’s ass. ‘You’re dead - you’re dead - you’re so dead -’ Leela repeatedly thought as she bit down hard on her gag, trying to distract herself as the throbbing in her abused nipples increased. She heard the TV being turned on and the disk player being started. She heard the sound of gagged women moaning and an occasional “clool!” and “we’re gonna to try that!” come from Amy. ‘Oh lord, where does she get this stuff?’ Leela thought. Time went painfully by and she eventually felt Amy walk behind her. Without saying a word, Amy grasped both nipple clamps, squeezed the jaws open, and quickly removed them. The pain that erupted from Leela’s nipples almost made her pass out, and she screamed uncontrollably into her gag. Even worse, Amy started massaging her nipples again, increasing the agony. At this point Leela lost it and started crying. “Only forty-five more minutes of standing around,” Amy said to the sobbing cyclops,

1 0 letting go of her nipples. “Try to enjoy yourself.” Tears streaming down both cheeks, Leela barely heard Amy go back to her couch. The sudden pain was thankfully already beginning to fade. The disk player started again, showing God-knows-what kind of horrors Amy was planning for her.

“Time’s up!” were the most wonderful words that Leela ever heard. She felt Amy releasing the cuffs from ankles. Leela slowly widened her stance to relieve some of the pressure from the calves. She felt different, cooler metal against her ankles and heard two clicks. Amy had placed a new set of cuffs on her ankles. “These new leg cuffs have a chain sixteen inches long. You can take short steps, but you can’t run,” Amy explained. Like Leela could run with these demonic high heels on. She wondered if she could walk, her legs felt heavy like lead and she had cramps in her foot arches, calves and thighs. Amy released the chain connected to the collar, and Leela found that the answer was no. Her legs gave way, but Amy managed to guide her to the ground, turning her and making her lay on her side on the carpet. Leela grunted in pain as she bent and twisted every joint and muscle from her waist down, relieving the persisting cramps. It was not easy, her legs were so tired and sore it took several minutes. She also wished she could do the same to her arms, but they were still locked behind her back. Amy bent down and attached a short leash to Leela’s collar, then her hands were at her shoulders, lifting her up. “Get on your knees, Leela,” she ordered. It took several attempts, virtually all of Leela’s strength had gone, but she was finally able to slide into a kneeling position. There was a jingle and a click from behind her, and attempting to rise on her knees, Leela discovered Amy had locked her wrist cuffs to the ankle chain. Oh terrific, now she couldn’t move again. Amy stood and moved in front of Leela, swiveling on her heel to look down at her reluctant captive. Leela’s eye widened. Amy had changed from her normal pink outfit to a body hugging, solid black leather catsuit that covered her from neck to feet, complete with modestly- heeled leather boots. The suit was accented with bright silver zips and a wide belt, complete with clips to attach things. ‘Oh lord, she’s gone ‘leather’ on me,’ Leela thought as she realized that this was a dominatrix outfit. She also realized that Amy wasn’t viewing this as a game, but was stone cold serious about owning her. The little Martian had a smug look of achievement on her face. “Turanga Leela, on her knees before me,” Amy smirked, hands sliding to her hips. “Well done, Leela. You took three hours in that position without fainting. I bet you’re thirsty now, huh?” she asked. Leela nodded her head. She was parched, and was too exhausted to try to speak through the gag. “All right, I’ll take out your gag and give you some water, but here are the rules,” Amy started. “One - you will speak only when spoken to. Two - you will never call me ‘Amy’ again. It’s ‘Ms. Wong’ from now on. Violation of these rules will result in a much more severe gag being placed in your mouth and twenty strokes with the crop. Understand?” Amy spoke with an air of authority that Leela had never heard. Looking at the floor in shame, Leela nodded her head. Sweet Zombie Jesus, a more severe gag? That wasn’t possible. Then she remembered the penis gag that Zapp had used on her a year earlier. She shuddered thinking of having to wear that monstrosity for an extended period of time.

1 1 “Good girl,” Amy smarmed. She reached to a nearby shelf, and her hand came back clutching a full bottle labeled Aqua Delight Spring Water. “Remember, not one word or you don’t get any of this,” Amy said, breaking the seal on the bottle. Leela nodded again, before Amy reached behind her head to undo the padlock. She then felt the buckle coming loose and the gag was pulled out. Her jaw spasmed as a torrent of drool followed the ball and dripped on her already drenched breasts. Amy watched in amusement as Leela opened and closed her mouth, trying to get some of the stiffness worked out. Crouching down and placing the bottle on Leela’s lower lip, Amy used her other hand to gently support Leela’s head as she tilted backwards to drink. Leela drank half the bottle. Cold, plain water had rarely felt so good before. That being done, Amy placed the bottle on the floor and sat down on the nearby couch, making a show of crossing her legs. “Look at me, Leela,” she commanded. Leela looked up and made eye contact. She couldn’t fight at this point but Amy might get careless. She decided to play along and let her think that she was winning. “What is my name?” Amy asked. “Myaaghhh,” was Leela’s only response. She coughed and cleared her throat several times, swallowing to clear the phlegm in her mouth. Amy was patiently waiting. She had really doubted Leela could speak first attempt, anyway. “M-Ms. Wong,” Leela was finally able to whisper. “Very good, Leela. I’m glad that you’re learning. Now, this is how things are going to work. I’m your mistress, your dominant. You’re my servant, my submissive. If you obey me and do things right, you’ll be rewarded. Disobey or break the rules and you’ll be punished harshly and without mercy. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Leela murmured. “Yes, what?” Amy asked. “Yes, Ms. Wong,” Leela replied, unable mask the fury in her voice. Amy smiled, easily catching the tone. “Oh Leela, you must think that I’m really stupid,” she grinned, leaning back into the couch. “I know you too well. You’re now planning your escape. You’re waiting for me to get careless. Well, it’s not going to happen. You will always be restrained in some way. Your collar has a neuro-paralysis generator built into it. If you try to leave this apartment without me turning it off, it will send a shock that will paralyze you. I’ve been planning this for too long for you to get away.” Leela’s eye widened, hearing this. “Amy, uh Ms. Wong, why are you doing this?” she asked. Amy’s smile turned to a frown. She bent over from the couch and picked the ballgag off the floor. Standing up she towered over Leela. “You spoke. That’s a violation of the rules. Open your mouth,” she ordered. “Hell, no!” Leela refused as Amy got behind her and grabbed her head. Leela clenched her jaws as tight as she could. With her right hand, Amy placed the ballgag on Leela’s lips and started applying pressure. With her left hand, she clamped Leela’s nostrils shut. Leela’s eye clenched. She couldn’t breathe. She opened her mouth but kept her teeth tightly closed, and Amy pushed the gag past her lips but still not fully into her mouth. Breathing through her teeth, Leela thought she had won, and was starting to smile, but then Amy’s hand left her nose, reached down, and pinched one of her nipples. “OWWnnnffggh!!” Leela cried from the sudden sharp pain, then as the rubber ball was crammed into her mouth and buckled tight behind her head. Leela groaned when she heard the click of the lock. She felt Amy lowering her to the floor face-first. Leela was now laying on the floor in a hogtied position. She had no use of her arms -

1 2 they were completely numb. She tried kicking but the short chain of her legcuffs was attached to her wristcuffs so she had almost no slack to work with. “Twenty lashes, Leela,” Amy said as she started laying the crop on Leela’s ass without mercy. Leela felt like her rear was on fire when Amy stopped. Then she felt small hands around her shoulders, pulling her back into the kneeling position. When she looked up again, Amy was sitting down on the couch glaring at her. Leela glared back with pure hate in her heart. Grabbing the leash attached to Leela’s collar, Amy gave it a strong tug, enough to make Leela almost fall over face down on the floor. “Do you want to try this again or do you want me to get the biggest gag I have and cram it in your mouth for the rest of the weekend?” Amy hissed, her face mere inches away. Seeing that she was beaten for now, Leela lowered her eye to look at the floor and nodded her head. Giving a brief smirk of triumph, Amy reached to her belt and unhooked another pair of handcuffs. These cuffs were made out of steel like the ones Leela already wore, but the chain was longer. Amy attached the center of the chain to the front ring in Leela’s collar leaving equal lengths of twelve inches of chain on either side, then went behind Leela and released the elbow cuffs. Leela squealed into her gag at the pain of her long-confined muscles suddenly moving. Tears were running down her face as Amy released her wrists. Despite the pain, Leela thought “Now! Get her!” and tried to grab Amy while she was not bound, but her arms didn’t obey her mental directions. They felt like lead and remained limp at her sides, until Amy easily grabbed them and locked her wrists into the new cuffs attached to her collar. “Move your shoulders around, Leela,” Amy said, beginning to rub her arms. Leela grunted with pain as she did what she was told, working out the cramps, as Amy started gently massaging her arms, restoring the blood flow. After a few minutes, the pain was subsiding and Leela could move her fingers again. Amy then went to the bathroom bringing out a cool, wet washcloth. She removed the gag and started wiping Leela’s tear-streaked face, then moving down and wiping the drool off her chin and chest. Leela’s mouth started to move as she started to talk. Amy looked her in the eye and put her finger over her lips indicating for Leela not to speak. Leela didn’t say anything. “Good girl,” Amy whispered. “Fry would be proud of you. Are you hungry?” Leela realized that she was, and nodded her head. Amy stood and retrieved a bright yellow can from the same place as the water came from. “’Can O’ Slug’ okay?” Amy asked. Leela nodded again. She watched as Amy popped the top on the can and twisted the ring around the bottom, activating the built-in heater. After a few seconds, she held it out for Leela to take. Leela looked back at her and motioned with her hands that she was still shackled to her collar. “You’re too dangerous with your hands free. If you can take down Zapp Brannigan, I don’t stand a chance against you. You have enough slack to eat this,” Amy replied. Leela sighed. Amy was right. She took the warmed can and began to gulp at the contents, grateful that Amy had at least chosen a soup she liked. If it had been that awful ‘tomato’ soup that Fry ate, she probably couldn’t stomach it. It didn’t take her long to finish the can. “Good,” Amy said as she took the empty can away. “Now, let’s talk.” Leela still nodded her head, afraid of another gag if she said anything. In a low and surprisingly gentle voice, Amy started talking. “Why am doing this to you?

1 3 You may not believe it, but I admire you in a lot of ways. You’re tough, you’re smart, you’re athletic. You can be a good friend, but you can also be the biggest bitch towards the people who care the most about you. Even though I’ve been exclusively with Kif for more than two years, you still think of me as a tramp. That hurts, Leela. I’m loyal to him. I’ve graduated college and have a degree. I’m the engineer for Planet Express. I’m the one who keeps the ship flying after you bring it back banged up and broken. Despite all that, you have never said a kind word to me. All you see is a spoiled rich girl - you’ve never seen me as a person. All I’ve ever wanted from you was respect.” Leela wanted to say something but she knew that Amy was serious about her stupid rules and her stupid game. Continuing to speak keeping eye contact, Amy said, “I can live with that Leela, I really can. But the way you treat Fry... He dumped me so he could chase after you. He’s a good guy. He does some silly things but his heart is gold. Leela, it hurts to see you close him out without giving him a chance. The lies you tell him to get out of dates. You seem to only care about dating some ‘important’ man like Chaz or Adlai. Guys that treat you like crap. You have a guy that risked his life for you. He’s the reason you’re still alive. He stayed by your side when everybody else had given you up for dead. Have you ever thanked him?” Leela’s expression gave her away - how dare Amy bring Leela’s relationship with Fry into her twisted game. Amy stopped talking when she saw the anger building in Leela. “Ai ya, I give up! Fine! You’re always right, Leela - everybody else is always wrong. I can’t stand that about you. Well, I have some chores for you. My bathroom needs cleaning. Clean the toilet, mop the floor, scrub the bathtub. You can think about what I’ve said while you’re working.” Amy grasped the leash and pulled Leela up to a standing position, leading the way for Leela to walk behind her. She was still wearing those awful shoes and leg cuffs so walking was difficult, and her legs weren’t entirely recovered yet, but fortunately Amy moved slowly. Amy led her to the bathroom, and ordered Leela to get on her knees. After complying with the order, Leela watched as Amy filled a bucket with water and cleaning solution. Dropping a sponge into the full bucket, she placed it on the floor in front of Leela. Leela knew that to clean the floor bound the way she was, she would have to stay on her knees. With her hands being shackled, her face would almost be touching the floor. “Get started. You have an hour to do the floor, and you’ll be punished if you don’t do a satisfactory job!” Amy ordered. Leela kept her left hand on the floor for balance while she grabbed the sponge out of the bucket with her right hand. She started scrubbing the floor when she realized that her breasts were mopping the floor also. Then she noticed that her hair was falling onto the floor and also getting wet. And worst of all, her hips were hiked up in the air with the dress around her waist, completely exposing her ass for anybody to see. After a few minutes of scrubbing, Leela slowed down because of aches in her arms and her knees. A loud smack on her ass made her gasp in pain. “That’s for slowing down. This crop has made friends with your gorgeous ass. Really Leela, you have the most perfect ass that I’ve ever seen. It’s even prettier when it’s a rosy shade of red,” Amy taunted. Before she realized she said it, the words “Fuck you, bitch,” came out of Leela’s mouth. “Oh, crap!” “Oh, Leela, that’s breaking the rules,” Amy sighed. “I’m afraid that you must be

1 4 punished... again.” Squatting on Leela’s back like riding a horse, Amy pulled a penis gag off a ring on her outfit. “No, no! I didn’t mennnghhhh!” Leela wailed, her words cut off as Amy forced the gag into her mouth. “Remember this?” Amy snarled as she pushed the huge rubber implement deeply inside. “Zapp used one like this on us last year. This one is bigger and longer. You’re gonna really hate it.” Leela’s mouth filled with the gag. Her tongue was forced down as it went deeper into her mouth, her eye widening as she felt it stretch her jaw apart. Then it nestled in place, the tip of the gag almost touching her throat. She was bucking Amy like a horse while she was retching, but Amy kept constant pressure as she locked the straps in place behind her head. It took Leela a few minutes to quit gagging on the intruder in her mouth. She couldn’t see because of the tears in her eye. Her hair was wet, her breasts were dirty from dragging on the floor, and now she was gagged again. She cringed when she heard Amy say, “And here’s the other part of your punishment!” Amy gave Leela another twenty strokes with the crop again showing no restraint or mercy. Leela’s shapely rear exploded in fiery pain as the leather lashed her. This was the fourth time in less than six hours that she had been whipped with the crop. Barely keeping her face off the wet floor, she whimpered into the huge gag each time the crop made contact with her flesh. “You have forty minutes left. Don’t disappoint me. You don’t want to disappoint me,” Amy chided after the last lash landed on Leela’s ass. Humiliated and trying not to sob, Leela began to scrub the floor again.

Amy was sitting in a chair outside the bathroom observing Leela’s progress. Leela was a mess, she was soaked in sweat, her hair was wet from falling onto the wet floor and the front of her maids uniform was drenched. Her breasts were streaked with soap suds and dirt. Most importantly, Leela was drooling uncontrollably from the huge gag in her mouth - she couldn’t even swallow due to it’s size. Amy knew it must be agonizing for Leela to be wearing that gag, She had never been able to take it herself even though her Master was the strictest in the city. Sighing, Amy started feeling a little pity for Leela. She knew the cyclops’ strong will was the thing that let her survive her horrible childhood and also kept the Planet Express crew alive on many occasions. To break her completely may take away the one thing that had Leela alive all these years, and Amy wasn’t willing to do that, just teach her a little humility. She needed to have her superiority complex removed, and needed to know that she couldn’t continue to treat the people that cared about her like dirt. All the years that she thought she was an alien, along with her athletic prowess had made her feel superior to mere humans. “I’m doing her a favor,” Amy thought. “She’ll never find happiness until she she realizes that she’s a mere human like the rest of us.” Amy also began to doubt her ability to break Leela. Zapp tried a year earlier and failed, and all it got him was serious injuries from Leela seeking revenge. The last Amy heard, Zapp was still undergoing rehab for his multiple injuries at her hands, and she shuddered to think what Leela would do to her if her hands ever got free. The cyclops was a trained killing machine who had no problems hurting anybody who hurt her. “I need help with this,” Amy thought. “Master Lew is the best in New New York. He’ll have a great time with her breasts and he can give me some pointers on how to break Leela’s spirit. He broke me in a matter of hours. I think I’ll do something different, I’ll treat her good

1 5 for a few hours, then take her to the club. They’ll have some fun with her and I can sit back and watch. Oooh, will Leela hate it. Heheh. Hmm, but I’ll have to make sure that she’s tied up really well...” she pondered. Amy stood up and walked into the bathroom, and watched Leela scrub the floor for a few minutes. There was water everywhere, Leela was doing a pitiful job scrubbing the floor but considering her chained state, she really couldn’t do better. “You can stop now. This is... acceptable. Get on your knees,” Amy commanded. The small cleaning robot she had would finish off the floor later. It took several tries for Leela to get in a kneeling position. The wet slick floor made it difficult to get enough leverage to kneel after an hour of being on her hands and knees, and her back was killing her. When Leela finally was able to kneel, Amy could easily see that the defiance in her eye was gone. Leela hadn’t felt this tired and miserable since grade school, when she had punched out Toby Finklemeyer for teasing her all day then poking her in the eye, and being made to clean every school locker room with a mop as punishment. She was totally embarrassed to be this way, vulnerable, dominated, and filthy. It was weakening her resolve to see the whole weekend through. Would it all be like this? Someone like Zapp was easy to hate - it was no problem to keep her anger and defiance focused against him, but Amy was supposed to be a friend. How could a friend do this to her? Leela had thought about Amy’s conversation to her while she was scrubbing, and everything she had said was true, Leela never gave her the benefit of the doubt. Amy was more educated than Leela, and she did keep the ship flying - maybe Leela was a little intimidated by that. And Amy kept mentioning Fry. Fry was a very sore topic with Leela. He was her closest friend but he wasn’t what she wanted in a mate. If he were more mature and more ambitious she would give him a chance, but he had to prove to her that he was worth her time. Still, she was cruel to him at times and it was not acceptable to be so mean to the person who had saved her life at least three times - and kept her from killing her parents. She felt ashamed of all the times that she called him names, yelled at him or hit him. She wondered if he felt belittled when she did that to him - as belittled as she felt now. “So, Leela, are you ready for the gag to come out?” Amy asked. Leela’s eye flicked open, and she nodding her head enthusiastically, moaning an assent. ‘Oh, god yes, please get this thing out of me!’ she thought. “All right, but you’re going to follow the rules or I’ll put it back in,” Amy warned as she unbuckled the monstrosity, and Leela moaned in assention again. When it came out of her mouth, she coughed and panted in relief, being able to work her jaw again. Amy kept a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling over. “You’re a mess. Would you like a bath?” Amy asked in a gentle voice. Leela nodded. Reaching in a pocket, Amy produced a key and unlocked the padlocks on the high heel shoes and slid them from Leela’s sore feet. She sighed as she fingered the maid’s uniform. The delicate material was wet and dirty and wrinkled, and she knew that it was ruined. Reaching into a drawer, Amy drew out an inorganic molecule separator, turned it on and began running the pen-like device over Leela’s clothing. The material split apart as if it had been cut, and Amy peeled the sopping wet fabric from her, the outfit, pantyhose, thong, everything. Leela was soon wearing nothing but the chains holding her. Using the leash, Amy motioned for Leela to stand and led her to the bathtub, a large

1 6 garden tub with water jets. It would have easily held six people. With her feet still shackled it was a little difficult to get her sitting in the tub, but Leela managed. There was a chain bolted to the wall beside her, it got snapped onto one of the collar rings. Then Amy turned a couple of switches on the wall, and the bath began to fill with warm water. She paused only long enough to pour some scented bubble bath under the running inlet, then smiled at Leela and walked out of the bathroom. Leela closed her eye as the tub slowly filled, buoying her aching body. The water was on the hotter side of warm, Amy must have set it for a spa bath. It felt wonderful - she almost forgot that she was still chained. Leela got a little concerned as the water level began to approach the side of the tub, but then it automatically shut off. Of course Amy had been able to afford one of the more advanced models... Just then, Amy walked through the door, naked, carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She placed the tray on the edge of the tub then gracefully slid in, sitting next to Leela. Taking a sponge, Amy started to wash Leela thoroughly using scented soaps that Leela knew that she could never afford. Amy used a gentle, caressing touch as she bathed and massaged Leela’s legs and arms. Leela was almost too tired to care that another woman was washing her body, but her eye opened wide when Amy started on her breasts. “Shh - it’s okay,” Amy said as she noticed Leela’s stare. “This isn’t turning me on, or anything like that…” Leela forced herself to close her eye and relax back into the water. The only time that another woman had touched her bare breasts was actually Amy, a year ago, when Zapp Brannigan forced them both to perform oral sex on each other. Neither of them had faked orgasms, but had come to terms about what they had done. Still, Amy washing her body in a bubble bath was getting a little uncomfortable... Amy continued bathing Leela using a detachable shower head, then discarded her scrunchie and shampooed her hair. After that was all rinsed out, Amy touched a button and the underwater jets came to life, spraying massaging streams of water over them both. Leela sighed as the aches and pains of the past several hours began to leave her body. “Some champers, Leela?” Amy asked, reaching up to the tray. Leela nodded her head. She could use a relaxant. Amy smiled as she poured the alcoholic beverage into both glasses, passing one to Leela, whose chains were loose enough that she could hold it on her own. Leela mmmmed as she tasted the bubbly liquid. It was the good stuff, not the cheap variety that she and Fry usually drank out of cans. The sudden absurdity and bizarreness of the situation dawned on her - if it wasn’t for the fact she was wearing a collar and shackles, this could almost be a Girl’s Night In together. “The no speaking rule is waived for now, Leela. Let’s talk, as friends. Remember to call me Ms. Wong,” Amy instructed. “Ms. Wong, how long are we going to do this?” Leela asked. “Oh, we’ll spend the next hour or so soaking in this warm tub,” Amy replied coyly. “You know that not what I meant,” Leela said with an edge to her voice, but she gulped and looked down when she saw the sudden expression on Amy’s face. “Forgive me, Ms. Wong, I’m still learning about this,” she said quickly, the fear of the huge cockgag overriding her pride. Amy looked mollified. “Forgiven, this time,” she said. “You’ve experienced pain, and now you’re experiencing pleasure, which you can get more. It’s up to you.” She paused to drink from her glass. “As for what’s next, after this bath I’ll dry your hair and let you lay down for a

1 7 couple of hours sleep, I’m sure that you can use it. Then I have a special outfit for you to wear. We’re going to meet some friends of mine at a special club. They’re really going to enjoy you.” Leela shivered. A whole club of people with this fetish? She was mortified, and the thought of the kind of outfit that Amy would have her wear made her nauseous. “What are they going to do to me?” she asked. Staring into Leela’s eye, Amy answered, “Anything they want. No limits.” Leela felt fear well up in the pit of her stomach hearing that. “Amy, you can do what you want to me, but I will never be taken against my will again!” Leela exclaimed, sitting up, clenching her fists in the handcuffs. “You will call me Ms. Wong!” Amy snapped, then spoke calmly again. “Leela, you can relax, I won’t let that happen to you. I’ll never let that happen again to either of us. Besides, it’s a bondage club - we like to tie people up, hurt them and humiliate them. If there is sex, it’s always consensual, and not in public,” Amy replied in a gentle voice. She could tell the thought of being forced into nonconsensual sex was something that Leela couldn’t handle without blood being spilled, and truth to be told, it was something Amy didn’t ever want to deal with again either. Leela lay back against the contoured tub wall. She didn’t care how she was trussed up, any man trying to take her without her permission would be in for some serious bodily harm. But she had learned something important. ‘So, there are limits to this B&D thing,’ Leela thought to herself. ‘Maybe escaping isn’t as impossible as I thought…’ She looked at Amy, who was also relaxing in the warm water and looking satisfied. ‘And when that happens, little Ms. Wong, you are going to feel all the pain you caused me…’ After soaking for about an hour, Amy drained the water out of the bathtub taking time to rinse the suds off Leela and herself. Then she stepped from the tub and dried herself using a huge fluffy towel, then saw to Leela’s long hair with a drying comb, then unfastened her collar and used another huge towel to dry her off. Re-leashed, Leela was led naked to a spare bedroom. Leela’s eye was drooping shut, but she never thought Amy would have a room like this. It had a large bed with and unusual headboard - there were holes and hooks all over it. The walls had hooks at different levels, some with different length chains connected, some with large horrible metal cuffs. The wall facing the bed had doors that appeared to be a closet. Looking at the ceiling, Leela saw an electric hoist. The room was windowless, and there was no phone. It might have been considered a dungeon, but it was well lit and had the cutest pink painted walls. It looked like it was furnished by a joint collaboration between Martha Stewart’s head and the Marquis de Sade. “Leela this is your new room,” Amy started. “Anytime you stay with me, you will sleep here. Relax, the bed is comfortable - I’ve spent several nights on it myself,” she said with a wink. Leela stood there as Amy turned the covers down, then complied as Amy motioned for her to sit on the bed. Leela allowed her to fasten her collar to another chain which she pulled from behind the headboard, then Amy bent down and placed a pair of thick fur-lined leather cuffs with a six inch length of chain between them on Leela’s ankles, padlocking them in place. Then the ankles cuffs were removed. Lastly, she started to unlock the cuffs restraining her hands. “Don’t think about trying to overpower me,” Amy said as Leela rubbed her wrists. “The doors are locked and only I can enter and leave. The phones are activated by my DNA map, and you couldn’t get to them anyway. And I’m being generous, I’m leaving your hands free but if you try to remove the collar it will deliver a shock strong enough to stop a herd of charging

1 8 Buggalo. I’m pretty sure that will stop you,” Amy explained. Leela fought back the temptation to reach out and grab Amy by the neck, but she was right, there was no escaping now. Leela was tired, ached despite the bath, and was still a little drunk from the Champagne. But that would not stop her planning, and she still needed Amy to get careless before she could hope to escape. “This room is soundproof so I don’t need to gag you,” Amy continued. “You have two hours to get some rest. It’ll take me an hour to dress you, and we’re going to spend a lot of time at the club tonight. Show me that you deserve my generosity by getting some sleep instead of trying to escape. Now lay down.” With a jingle of chain, Leela lay down on the super-soft, comfortable bed. It had satin sheets and a feathery down-type of comforter that Amy placed over her. She gave an involuntary yawn. The bed was more comfortable than her own bed at home… ‘My hands are free. When she leaves I’ll wait a few minutes then find a way out of here and escape,’ Leela thought. Hoping to hasten Amy’s departure, Leela closed her eye. ‘God, she really is beautiful,’ Amy thought as she admired Leela. ‘No wonder Fry is so infatuated with her. If I were a lesbian, I’d want her myself.’ She turned and headed out the door, flicking off the lights and turning the room black. A minute later, Leela’s eye flicked open. Confirming that Amy had gone, her hands drifted to her collar, feeling the chain holding it to the headboard. Padlocked tight. If she could find something to lever it open, that might work… mmm, these satin sheets felt so nice… she could do the same with the locks on her ankles… ohh, shouldn’t have drunk so much… tired… sleeeepy… A few seconds later she was snoring softly.

Leela heard her name being called. She squeezed her eye shut harder and snuggled under the cover even more. She hadn’t slept this hard in a long time. Again she heard her name. “Go ‘way,” she slurred sleepily. She felt the covers being jerked off her, then the sharp sting of something hitting her right asscheek. Her eye opened wide, and she yelped and jerked upwards. The chain on her collar reached its limit and Leela bounced back onto the bed. She looked around wildly, confused, her hands instinctively going for the collar around her neck. “I said ‘wake up’, Leela,” a voice above her commanded. “And you may want to keep your hands off that collar or you’ll get a nasty surprise.” “Wha-wha’s goin’ on?” Leela asked, still half-asleep. Being suddenly awakened out of deep sleep, she didn’t remember anything. Turning her head, her eye finally focused on Amy, dressed in a black leather catsuit, arms folded with the riding crop in her right hand. She had a stern frown on her face. “That’s Ms. Wong, and you haven’t been given permission to speak!” she snapped. “Now, if you don’t say anything else, I won’t put this back in your mouth!” Amy’s left hand went to a loop on the belt of her suit, indicating a huge cockgag. Leela’s eye widened as she remembered everything - losing the bet, being tied up for several hours, the multiple croppings, scrubbing the bathroom, and the bath. She had vivid memories of the cockgag, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take thing in her mouth again. Her hands slowly released the collar and lay on her side as she broke eye contact with Amy. “Good girl. You’re learning. You’re almost as smart as Fry,” Amy said, her expression softening as she saw Leela slowly submit. Leela’s eye narrowed as anger welled up in her chest. ‘Again with Fry! Is she still in love

1 9 with him?” Leela thought. “Sit on the side of the bed,” Amy commanded. Leela slowly started to sit up, deliberately taking her time. That was a mistake, and there was a loud SMACK! as the crop landed hard on her right thigh. “Ouch, dammit!” Leela exclaimed. “Leela, don’t push me,” Amy warned. “We’re going to the club tonight. If you piss me off, I’ll give you to Master Lew. Nobody will ever find you and I promise that he won’t be as easy on you as I have been. Now shut the hell up and sit on the side of the bed. Now!” Leela quickly did as she was told, well aware of the chain connected to her collar and the small amount of chain between her feet. Amy had thought this out. She knew if Leela couldn’t use either her hands or her feet, she wouldn’t be able to use her Arcturian Kung Fu. Even though Leela possessed incredible physical strength, she still relied on balance to be able to use her kung fu skills. Amy pulled a chair up and sat down, looking eye to eye with Leela. Amy had placed the chair just out of Leela’s range to reach out and grab her throat. “We’re going to the Hellfire Club, it’s the premiere BDSM club of New New York,” Amy began. “You have to start as a sub to belong. I’ve been a member since last year, when we escaped from Zapp and Boba Fettish. Tonight, I graduate to being a dom and you’re my first sub. They know you’re coming and they know that you need a little... prompting to go along with the program. Do not embarrass me, especially in front of Master Lew. If you do, you’ll really regret it. This is important to me, Leela. Don’t think of escaping from there. If you try, you’ll really regret that too.” “Now, I promise that no sex will be forced upon you. You do not have to fear being taken against your will - I will have my eyes on you at all times. You will do as the other doms command or you will feel what that collar can do. You will speak only when spoken to. You will not try to get somebody to help you escape. You will not refuse anything asked of you no matter how demeaning. I’ve gone through it and now you will too,” Amy told her in a calm, controlled voice. Leela stared at her. “What’s happened to Amy? When did she get this... authoritative? Why did she start this bondage stuff? Does Kif know?’ Leela thought as she listened to this speech. It made her desperately look for a way to escape even more. Amy got out of her chair and walked to the closet and opened the bi-folding doors. Leela’s eye widened when she saw what was in the closet - some of the kinkiest clothes and costumes she had ever seen. She saw the dildos, vibrators and other paraphernalia mounted on the wall, along with whips and things that she didn’t recognize. There were things in the closet that even Scruffy’s porno mags wouldn’t have in them. Amy rummaged through the closet until she found a box. Bringing the box to the bed, she told Leela, “All right, we’ve done lace this morning, so you’ll wear black leather tonight. You’re going to look so good in this. Now, lay down face first on the bed and put your arms behind your back.” There was nothing Leela could do, if she disobeyed Amy would just use the collar, and she’d wake up bound and gagged and destined for another thrashing. So she reluctantly did as Amy commanded, feeling the tears of shame and anger building up in her eye. An opportunity would arise, and Amy would get careless soon enough... Leela felt Amy pulling something up her arms, wrapping straps under her armpits and over her shoulders. She felt buckles being tightened, then she felt the pressure of her arms being

20 compressed starting at her wrists. “This is a single-glove, Leela. It’s made of real Buggalo leather,” Amy began to explain, gleefully. “It encases your arms from your hands to your shoulders. When I’m finished tightening the laces your elbows will be touching and you’ll have no use of your arms. It’s much safer than tying them together, this way the blood flow is not interrupted. You can wear this for a week be in tremendous pain but have no ill effects. Unless I tie it too tight and dislocate your shoulders. I’ll try not to let that happen,” Amy said with way too much joy in her voice. Fifteen minutes later Amy was finished. She had told the truth - Leela’s arms were touching from her wrists to her elbows with pressure all the way to her shoulders. There was no give in the leather, Leela’s arms were trapped and useless until somebody released them. It was painful, but not as much as those cuffs on her elbows. Next came a black leather corset. Amy made Leela stand on the side of the bed while she pulled it up from Leela’s legs. When she got it positioned, Leela saw that it stopped just under her breasts and above her pubic area. It had garter snaps hanging from it. Amy pushed Leela back on the bed face-down, and Leela felt her her gloved arms being pulled up to the point of pain, the the ring at the hands of the glove snapped to a chain connected to the wall behind the bed. Then Amy started tightening the laces of the corset, sweating from the effort of tightening the laces after a few minutes. She was determined to reduce Leela’s waist from twenty-four inches to twenty-one inches thus giving her an even more waspish figure. Leela started to pant from having so much pressure placed on her stomach and rib area. Despite all this she managed to stay silent, apart from a few grunts as the damned thing got tighter - the thought of the cockgag was enough to keep her quiet. She’d rather go back to Cannibalon than have to wear that gag again. After thirty minutes of hard work, Amy had Leela’s waist down to twenty-one inches. She then released the glove from the chain, letting Leela’s arms down again. “Phew! After that, I need a soda! How about you?” Amy asked, watching Leela nod her head. “Soylent Cola or Slurm?” “Slurm please, Ms. Wong,” Leela answered quietly, having to take small shallow breaths. She could not take a full lungful or air, the corset saw to that. “Good girl. See, it works! Breaking the rules gets punishment, obeying them gets rewards,” Amy responded. Amy left and came back with two cans of Slurm, a straw in the can that she held in front of Leela. Leela managed to drink a few sips from the can via the straw, finding that she couldn’t even swallow very easily. Amy took a few minutes to drink her soda before returning to the box, pulling out a pair of sheer black stockings. Removing the leather cuffs from Leela’s ankles, it took just a few minutes to have the stockings on and hooked to the garters hanging from the corset. The next thing to go on was a pair of black leather underwear. They were thong design again - Leela’s well-rounded rump would be visible for all to see, and the front just barely covered her purple pubic hair. Leela was having to resist kicking Amy in the teeth, it was feasible she could score a good hit and knock her out, but she was still helpless in this single- glove, with her collar still chained to the headboard. Reaching again into the box, Amy bought out a pair of black leather thigh-high boots. They weren’t as high as the demonic shoes from earlier, but a good four inches at least, and had laces from the foot all the way to the top. When these laces were tightened, the boot fit like stockings from the feet to the top. After tying the laces, Amy replaced the leg cuffs with the

21 sixteen inch chain on Leela’s ankles. This not only ensured that she couldn’t run, but the boots wouldn’t come off until the cuffs were removed. Releasing the chain connecting the collar to the wall and reattaching the leash, Amy pulled Leela her back to her room to look in the full-length mirror. Leela stared at herself, the slutty way she was dressed, her pale skin contrasting with the black leather, her full breasts made even more noticeable by the way her arms were tied behind her. She was going to be dressed like this in front of a group of perverted strangers. Leela dropped her head in shame. Amy, however, was impressed. “Oh, wow. Leela, you’re so frelling gorgeous,” she said, wonder in her voice. “I’d do anything to look as beautiful as you...” Leela wasn’t use to people telling her that she was attractive - except for Fry. Once most people saw her eye, they didn’t see anything else. Shocked, she didn’t know what to do, so she took a chance. “Thank you, Ms. Wong. I don’t hear that often,” Leela said in a low voice, fearing that she would be gagged again. But Amy appeared not to notice. “Let’s work on your makeup,” she said, leading Leela to the makeup chair. “I’m gonna take you from regular gorgeous to Hollywood movie star gorgeous.” Leela had never cared much for makeup. Other than her ever-present lipstick, she rarely wore it. It was too much a pain to maintain, was expensive, and besides - why use makeup when all people saw was a single huge eye in the center of your face? Only because she was contractually - and more importantly, literally bound, did she let Amy paint her face. Amy was having the time of her life. She loved makeup, and even though Leela was already beautiful, she could benefit from a touch-up here and there. First was changing her lipstick to a bright scarlet. Granted, it didn’t really match her hair but it was different. Next was giving her some color to her face - Leela was very pale. The few times that she would go to the beach, she put SPF 1100 sunblock on as soon as the sun’s rays touched her skin. So she received some blusher on her cheeks. Then there was that eye of hers. Amy knew that the key here would be subtlety, Leela’s eye was so large that it would too easy to overdo it and make the job look trashy. So a light application of eyelash darkener, some eyeliner… Okay, that was the paint. Now for the hair. Leela’s long purple tresses had been loose since the bath last night, and it took a little while to get the tangles out. Amy was tempted to give her a different hairstyle, but she really didn’t have the time. So she combed Leela’s normal ponytail back and used a tightly-wrapped length of fine chain to hold it up. And that was it... “Ta-da. What do you think?” Amy asked as she placed a mirror where Leela could see her handiwork. Expecting to look like a prostitute that Fry might pick up on a desperate Saturday night, Leela took an apprehensive glance in the mirror - and her mouth fell open in surprise. Amy had made her - gorgeous. She couldn’t believe it. That was her in the mirror?She may have to hire Amy for fashion advice - after Leela pounded her in the ground for forcing all of this bondage on her. Unnoticed by Leela, Amy began to frown down at her. She expected an answer after all that hard work she had just put in. She was about to cuff Leela on the back of her head when she noticed the stunned expression the cyclops was wearing. ‘I’ve really surprised her. Damn, I’m good,’ Amy thought. Her annoyance subsided, and she lightly tapped Leela on her shoulder. “Well?” “Uh? Oh! I - I like it, Ms. Wong,” Leela answered. “I’ve never looked good, like this.” “Good. That’s one of the perks of hanging out with me - I’ll take what nature gave you

22 and make it better. Now stand up,” Amy said as she turned away to the wardrobe. Leela’s eye narrowed. Was that a slam about her appearance? Deciding that it was just Amy’s clueless way of saying that she looked good with makeup, Leela decided to let that comment slide. Like she had a choice at this point. Complying with Amy’s order, she stood up, having to be slow and deliberate, with her arms in the tight leather sleeve behind her back she had to fight for balance. Amy brought an ankle-length black cloak over and placed it over Leela’s shoulders, securing the front together all the way down to mid-thighs. The fact that Leela was wearing a tight corset and her arms were bound behind her was hidden from any passers-by. “We’re going to the club now,” Amy started, laying down the law for Leela again. “My car is parked in a secluded parking area inside this complex. When we get to it you will sit in the back seat and I’ll strap you in. If you try to call for help, I’ll activate your collar. If you try to talk, I’ll gag you. When we arrive at the club you will walk behind me. You will do as you are told. You will not disobey me. If you do anything to embarrass me tonight, so help me you will live to totally regret it. Am I clear?” Amy asked. Looking at Amy dressed in her catsuit, Leela saw the riding crop hanging from a hook and the huge cockgag hanging from another. Amy was prepared to inflict whatever punishment was needed to get her way. “Yes, Ms. Wong,” Leela meekly replied as she tried to look submissive. ‘Patience, girl, patience…’ she thought to herself…

Amy parked her car in the private, enclosed parking lot next to the Hellfire Club. Getting out of the car, she opened the door and unbuckled Leela. The high heeled boots and her bound arms made balancing difficult, so Amy had to assist her egress. Looking around, all Leela could see were very expensive, exotic cars parked. Surprised, she expected it to look like Little Neptune instead of an upper class car dealership. Her musings were interrupted by Amy snapping a golden chain-leash to her collar “All right, Leela, these are the rules,” Amy started. “Do not make eye contact until given permission. Do not speak until given permission. I’m to be called Ms. Wong at all times. If I give you to another member, you are to obey the same rules as if with me. Do not try to sneak out and get away. Besides, I don’t think that you’ll get very far dressed the way you are...” she smirked. Leela blushed furiously. She felt like a street tramp in this outfit. She couldn’t believe that Amy was planning to parade her like a show dog in front of a group of strangers. It was bad enough that her ass would be exposed by the almost-non-existent thong, but when the cloak came off - and she was sure it would - Leela would be topless as well. Granted, she was rather proud of her breasts - large, full with no hint of sag, and she felt they were two of her best attributes. At least they did distract some people from gawking at her eye. But for a group of people to have unlimited viewing access to them was horribly embarrassing. “One last thing,” Amy continued. “Remember that collar has a neuro-paralysis generator that I can activate by remote control.” To emphasize, she bought a small remote control device out of a pocket and showed to Leela. “If you disobey me, if you try to get away, if you refuse an order from another dom, if you breathe the wrong way, I’ll use it. It’s capable of delivering up to five shocks - one shock will knock you out for an hour. Do you understand?” she said in a cold, authoritative tone. “Yes, Ms. Wong,” Leela murmured.

23 Relaxing, Amy looked Leela in the eye and spoke in her usual voice. “Spleesh, Leela, if this goes right, I’ll be a Junior Dom. If you help me pull this off, I’ll let you sleep in the bed with your arms and legs free tonight. I can be very kind, if you let me.” Pulling on the leash, Amy started walking. The five-foot three-inch tall Martian was proud of the fact that she had enough pull on the leash that the six-foot tall Mutant had to bend over slightly to keep up with her. Leela had to take short rapid steps to keep up - the short chain of the leg shackles kept her from taking normal strides, and she felt like she was going to fall at any time due to not being able to balance herself. “She’s so dead when I get my arms free,” Leela seethed as she struggled to keep up with Amy. They approached the door to a modest, unmarked building. Amy pressed her palm on an access plate and the door opened, to reveal an entry foyer. Even in here, Leela was impressed by the expensive, tasteful decor. Walking to a door that was flanked by two very large, very muscular Neptunians, Amy halted for a moment, looked at Leela and ordered “Head down. No eye contact until given permission.” Leela complied. It was a good thing that the cloak obscured that she was balling her hands into tight fists... “Master Lew is expecting us,” Amy told one of the Neptunians. “Of course, Ms. Wong. Please follow me,” he replied. Leela felt the tug of the leash and followed the pull, passing through the guarded door into the club proper. Her nostrils perked at the scents of expensive perfumes and colognes, she saw tastefully dressed men and women, or at least as much as she could looking at the highly polished floor. The lighting was subdued, and there was no loud music, just the buzz of normal conversation. This wasn’t anything like she expected - no, she expected the sleazy strip joint that Fry and Bender had talked her into going into because it had cheap beer.... Finally, they arrived at a table. The Neptunian pulled a chair out and assisted Leela in sitting. Even looking down, she could see Amy sitting next to her. A waitress came up and asked for orders, and while Amy was distracted, Leela took a chance and sneeked a peek, seeing that she was wearing the same maids’ outfit that Amy forced on her earlier, except her bottom was covered by a full panty. “Two Martian Sours, and bring a straw so she can drink hers,” Amy ordered cheerfully, pointing at Leela. “Yes, ma’am,” the waitress demurely replied without comment, and hurried off. Leela was dying to raise her head and look at the place she was in, if only to take note of where the exits were, but with Amy right there she didn’t dare risk it. She had no desire to feel the shock collar or be gagged again. But then, Amy gave her a free pass. “Would you like to look around?” she unexpectedly asked. “Yes, Ms. Wong,” Leela obediently replied. “Then you may. You have half a minute…” Leela slowly raised her head, first glancing at Amy, who was smiling slightly as she relaxed in her chair. Then her eye flicked around the room. It was large, very large, and seemed to laid out in a semi-regular pattern of islands, consisting of chairs, tables, and other - strange- looking appliances. There were several circular staircases, which seemed to lead down as well as up. At one end of the room there was a large stage, currently dark. Leela allowed herself a small smile as she located at least three different exits each with its own LARGE bouncer, and several others roaming around the room. She quickly surmised that these guys wouldn’t hesitate to use force, maybe excessive force, to keep order in the club. She also assumed that meant preventing her from leaving without Amy.

24 The room itself was unremarkable, what made this place stand out was the people. The crowd was pretty much all humanoid, apart from certain individuals she took to be part of the staff. There was the inevitable person going from table to table, shaking hands - just like at any other club. Her eye searching around, Leela realized that she was the only female being held hostage by a female. The others were mostly males with submissive females. There were several females with submissive males, and even and one male/male combo. The clothing theme seemed standardized, that the dominant person wore full clothing, while the submissive was exposed in some way, or wearing clothing that suggested that. And all submissives wore collars. Most of the men wore black leather, and had some sort of punishment equipment hooked onto their belts - crops, whips and other things that she didn’t recognize. Some were shirtless, including some who shouldn’t have been. The submissive women were easy to pick out by their demeanor, most were looking down or being obedient. Some of the submissives were bound, but she didn’t see anyone else bound as stringently as Amy had her. Then there were what seemed to be patrons, but not the type of guys that would sit on pervert row at the strip club, which made her think of Fry and Bender. No, these were well dressed, professional-appearing people. It varied from group to group, some of guys to some male/female couples, and one entirely of women. They were sitting at tables much like Leela and Amy, except she could tell they were here to observe the sights. “Observe ME!” she acidly thought. “That’s just sick! Who the hell gets off on being tied up and embarrassed in front of strangers? And Amy says that she allowed this to be done to her?” The atmosphere actually seem festive, like everybody enjoyed what was going on around her. Nowhere did she pick up that anybody was wanting to escape as desperately was she did. No, everybody else seemed to be here of their own free will. If that was the attitude of most of the people here, her chances of engaging somebody to help her escape diminished tremendously. Then she felt the slack being taken up in the chain leash, and looked over to see Amy pulling on it. “That’s enough,” she ordered, and Leela reluctantly put her head down again. Amy would just pull on the chain and jerk her head down if she didn’t. The waitress soon bought their drinks, and Amy sat lounging in her chair, waving at various people as she sipped at her glass. Leela had to lean over and take the straw in her mouth, but even then she barely sampled the liquid. She could have done with a stiff drink, but why did Amy have to order a Martian Sour? Leela would have preferred a good beer, or something that wasn’t so hard on her taste buds. “Ah, Amy, here you are. We’ve been expecting you,” a deep male voice unexpectedly boomed. Amy gave a little squeak of both sudden surprise and delight, then bounded to her feet. “Thank you, Master Lew,” Leela heard her answer. “Are you ready for your advancement to Junior Dom?” the voice inquired. “Ooh, I know I am, sir,” Amy said. “And I’ve bought a little someone to help me,” and with that, Leela felt the leash tighten as she was slowly pulled to her feet. She still kept her head lowered toward the floor. This guy seemed to be important, and if she messed up now Amy would not be happy. “This is Leela,” Amy continued. “Leela? The Leela?” came the surprised response. “Yes, sir.” The booming voice ordered, “Eyes up!” Slowly, Leela raised her head and made eye contact - and did a double-take. This guy was

25 human, dark-skinned, about forty years old, dressed with a pair of leather pants and a leather vest, no shirt. His body was well defined, large arms, large chest, defined abs, cute ass - in a word, wow. Coming eyes to eye, if he was surprised by her lack of two, he didn’t show it. “Leela, this is Master Lew, Amy started. “He was my first dom. He’s the best! He used to be head of DOOP’s Special Forces Retrieval Team, The Black Knights. He’s the sitting President of The Hellfire Club, and the one who will submit my name as a Junior Dom to the committee...” Amy gushed, then her voice becoming more reserved and respectful, “but only if he feels that I’m qualified.” Master Lew smiled slightly at Amy, then turned back to Leela. “Amy says that you’re the one who beat the hell out of Zapp Brannigan last year. Is that true?” he asked. “Yes, sir,” Leela croaked. ‘Good lord, what has Amy told this guy about me?’ she thought. “Really,” Master Lew said. “I didn’t think it was possible to get past the security checks on the Nimrod, and then make your way to Brannigan’s cabin on Deck Seventeen without being seen.” Leela blinked. He was testing her. “Umm, it’s the Nimbus, sir, and Zapp’s cabin is on Deck Three, not Seventeen,” she replied. There was an awkward silence as the two held each others stare. Amy was positively glowing with pride. Master Lew suddenly broke into a huge grin. “Christ on a carousel! That was you! You snuck into Brannigan’s quarters, whomped his pasty ass, and got clean away? I mean, he’s walking example of FUBAR, but still, the DOOP flagship... woo! I’m impressed,” Master Lew said with a huge smile on his face. Then turning to Amy, he asked, “So why is she being your sub?” “She lost a bet with me. She said she’d do ‘anything, no limits’. This is my idea of ‘anything’. We still haven’t investigated the ‘no limits’ part yet,” Amy replied with the biggest smile that Leela had ever seen her wear. Looking back at Leela, he motioned at Amy with his head, “Take the cloak off. Let’s see her fully,” he ordered. Leela tried to look at the floor in shame as Amy slid in behind her and began to unfasten the cloak, but Master Lew’s hand slid under her chin, making her hold her head up. He was smiling at her. “You should not be ashamed of your body…” he said, still holding her gaze. Leela was surprised enough that she barely noticed the cloak sliding from her shoulders. There was the sound of people turning in their chairs and appreciative murmurs, even some soft whistles as Amy lay the cloak on the table. Leela gulped as she felt the loss of warmth, and as every eye in range took in the sight of her body. She did not want to turn away her gaze from Master Lew, not wanting to see exactly how many people were ogling her, so she kept her head up as his hand left her chin, and as he walked around her. Leela knew he was looking her over, but strangely, did not feel embarrassed as he did it. He was not leering at her, despite her state of undress, it was more like he was admiring a fine piece of art, appreciating her as an example of womanhood, not a sex object. Master Lew whistled softly as he stood in front of her again. “You are very beautiful, Leela,” he said. “You look like that and can fight? You make me wish I weren’t already married...” He shook his head in astonishment, then something caught his eye. “Oh, excuse me, ladies… the Committee President’s job is never done,” he said, then walked off. “He’s impressed, Leela. Oh, that position is so mine!” Amy squealed with joy as she clasped her hands together. “I’ve never been so fucking embarrassed in my life, Amy!” Leela growled softly, her self-

26 consciousness returning as she noted the rest of the crowd still looking at her. She didn’t react as she got slapped on her rear. “Keep your head down, don’t speak and it’s Ms. Wong!” Amy warned. “Amy?” a soft voice came from behind Leela. “Is that you? I heard that you were going to be here tonight.” “Lady Anatasia! How wonderful to see you,” Amy squealed again. Leela was starting to feel ill. Amy was really enjoying this scene - it wasn’t a game to her. “You’re looking delightful, Amy dear.” “Thank you, Anatasia. Oooh, I love that dress...” “First time on tonight. Now, who’s this...?” “You may look up, Leela,” came Amy’s voice, and Leela obeyed. Now she could see this other woman was. She was almost Leela’s height, tanned skin, wearing a silken, sheer dress that hugged her sleek figure, split to the thigh, with a massively plunging neckline. Her hair was shoulder length, and a brilliant shade of copper. What surprised Leela most was that her eyes were warm and friendly, not the typical dominant look. “Leela, this is Lady Anastasia. Say hello,” Amy ordered. “Good evening, Lady Anastasia,” Leela obediently parroted, bowing her head a little. She had noted the surprise on Anastasia’s face as she got a good look at her eye. Half-expecting her to turn away in disgust, it was Leela’s turn to be surprised as she felt a black-gloved hand gently tap her chin, encouraging her to lift her head again. “Amy, my dear, where did you find her?!” Anastasia said, her voice full of wonder, tilting her head to inspect Leela’s face more thoroughly. “How splendidly exotic...” A twinge of fear passed through Leela. What would Amy say? ‘She’s my boss’? Or worse, ‘she’s a sewer mutant’? “She’s a Cyclopian,” came Amy’s reply. “You wouldn’t have heard of it. Way out in the Outer Fringes.” Leela breathed a silent sigh of relief. “MmmHmmm...” replied Anastasia, walking around Leela, examining her. “Very lovely body, too... will you indulge me, Amy?” “Of course, but Leela’s a first-timer. As long as you’re gentle… I have business to speak with Master Lew about,” Amy said as she placed Leela’s leash in Lady Anastasia hand... Noting Leela’s apprehension, Lady Anastasia softly spoke into Leela’s ear as she placed a soft, warm hand on her shoulder. “Relax, you’re safe with me.” Amy left walking in the direction that Master Lew had gone. Lady Anastasia sighed. “That child wants it too bad,” she said, then turned her attention to Leela. “Are you thirsty? Would you like to join me for a drink?” “Yes ma’am,” Leela replied. She felt like Amy had abandoned her. “Then let’s go to my table. Watch your step, those boots must be difficult to walk in,” the Lady replied as she led Leela by the leash. She was slow and deliberate, looking at Leela often to make sure that she didn’t have trouble keeping up. When they reached her table, she pulled a chair out and helped Leela sit. Leela obediently held her eye down not making eye contact, partly out of fear of what Amy may do to her and partly out of sheer embarrassment of her body being exposed to the whole club. She was sure that she was getting a lot of attention. “Leela, I’m a little different than the other members. Please, you may look me in the eye when we speak. You are under no rules about speaking around me. Please, relax,” Lady Anastasia commanded in a soft voice. “Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am. This is all new to me. I had no idea that I’d be doing this

27 tonight,” Leela said as she made eye contact. She noticed that Anastasia was looking her over, but keeping a solid gaze on her face. Leela grimaced involuntarily. “You’re embarrassed? What for? You’re so lovely, so exotic. Being new here is overwhelming sometimes, but things get better,” Anastasia said in a warm, gentle voice. The Lady seems to radiate kindness. “Well, ah, I’m uncomfortable when people stare at me. I haven’t had a pleasant time being a cyclops on this planet,” Leela stated in a halting voice. “That’s such a shame. Humans can be so cruel…” she said, almost wistfully. Leela looked up at her in surprise, and Anastasia nodded slightly. “Yes, I’m not Human… it’s rare that I admit that,” she continued, running a finger through her bright copper hair. “Most people think this is hair dye - but I suppose you get that too.” Leela smiled back, glancing at her own purple tresses. “However… you’re not a ‘Cyclopian’, are you?” Anastasia asked. Leela’s smile immediately vanished. “How…?” she began. “I’m partially empathic, Leela. I felt your sudden uneasiness when I asked Amy where she found you, and your relief at her lie. Most likely explanation - is that you’re a Mutant.” Leela hissed in through her teeth and fearfully glanced around. If anyone nearby had heard that… and she was certainly in no state to fight off a howling mob. Anatasia blinked as she realized what she had said. “Oh, excuse me, that just came out. I forgot how some Humans feel about Mutants… let’s go somewhere more private,” she said said. Gently tugging Leela’s leash, she led her to a room with a bouncer standing at the door. Anastasia gave the bouncer a few bills, and he opened the door letting them through. “One hour,” he said as he closed the door. The room was lit with gentle low lighting. It had a couch, two overstuffed chairs, a TV and a wet bar - and some rather fearful looking equipment that looked like restraints of some variety. Anastasia must have felt Leela’s sudden suspicion, and she merely laughed. “No, Leela, I have no ulterior motives for bringing you in here…” she said, directing the cyclops over to one of the chairs. “Please, sit down.” Then she found a thin blanket behind the bar and covered Leela from the neck down. “This should make you feel more comfortable…” Leela wasn’t suspicious any more, she was downright confused. Anastasia just smiled and slid into the other chair. “Lady Anastasia… why are you here?” Leela started, unable to hold back any longer. “You don’t seem to be the type to get your kicks from tying up people and beating them.” Slowly answering, the Lady spoke very softly. “I go where I’m needed, Leela. These type of places have a lot of people looking for something but not finding it. You needed a friend tonight. Everybody has needs. Amy is desperately looking for approval from a father figure. That is why she is trying so hard to impress Master Lew, so please don’t be too hard on her for doing this to you. Like you, sometimes she has a hole in her soul that she can’t fill.” “Like… me?” Leela said. “Yes, like you,” Anastasia replied. “I know you have a good heart but you’re so very lonely. Please talk to me,” she gently prompted. For some reason, Leela suddenly felt full trust in the beautiful alien woman sitting across from her. She began to tell Anastasia everything about her life. Being born a sewer mutant, being given up to the orphanarium, her horrible childhood, her crushing loneliness and losing the bet with Amy. At the end, Leela was on the verge of tears. Then Anastasia did something totally unexpected. She got out of her chair, crossed over to

28 Leela - and hugged her. The gesture was so comforting and maternal, that an already emotionally upset Leela broke down in sobs, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Anastasia held her close, stroking at her hair, just like a parent would. Leela cried for over five minutes before regaining her composure. Anastasia had kept applying tissues to her face, blotting up the tears, letting her blow her nose as needed. When Leela was cried out, she looked at the Lady’s gentle face, feeling a new admiration and friendship. “Thank you,” she managed to sniff. “I’m not used to kindness. I can’t repay you for this.” “If you’ll be my friend, then you’ve repaid me. Let’s talk some more...” Lady Anastasia said in her calming, gentle voice. They talked for the next forty minutes. Leela learned that Amy had taken advantage of her - that in the lifestyle of Domination/Submission, everything had to be consensual. The submissive had the final say at all times. When the sub said stop, everything was to stop then. Lady Anastasia was very upset that Amy had done this, and promised Leela that she would be sure that the committee knew about her ignorance of the lifestyle and appropriately chastised. Then there was a loud knock at the door, and the bouncer came in, speaking to Anastasia and ignoring Leela. “Ma’am, your time is up, and your ride is here. Master Sternn is waiting for her,” he said gruffly while making a head motion to Leela. “Sternn?” Anastasia said with surprise. “My good man, please give us another five minutes,” as she produce a wad of bills from her purse, giving a few to him. “Five minutes. No more,” was the curt reply as he left. Leela noticed the difference in Anastasia’s demeanor. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Leela, can you defend yourself? Do you have any unarmed combat skills?” Anastasia asked with a worried voice. “Huh? When I’m not tied up, yes. I’m a 26th-level Arcturian Kung Fu champion,” Leela answered. “Good,” was the reply. Anastasia reached into her purse and produced a key with which she unlocked Leela’s leg irons, then she untied and unbuckled the single glove restraining her arms. Leela moaned loudly as the damnable thing was slid from her. The sensation of the returning blood flow was painful and pleasurable at the same time. “Oh Lord, thank you ma’am!” Leela sighed as the feeling began to return to her fingers. “Leela, don’t talk, just listen,” Anastasia said as she rubbed and massaged Leela’s arms. “The man waiting for you is Lincoln Sternn. Trust me, he’s a very bad man,” she continued, talking quickly as if she had to impart this information as fast as possible. “He’s a known criminal from the First Federation. Five years ago he was on trial for multiple crimes that would have gotten him the death penalty, but he escaped during his trial. How he ended up in New New York is anybody’s guess, but he has bribed several officials to give him asylum here. This man likes to hurt people - Master Lew and I have been trying to get him banned, but between his bribing and influencing other members on the committee and the fact that nobody will testify against him - we can’t get rid of him. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay, I have another engagement which I must see to. And Amy can’t protect you from him. I’ll be kicked out for freeing another member’s sub, but I can’t leave you defenseless. I’m hoping that he just have you dance around for him then move on.” She stopped, standing directly in front of Leela, looking her in the eye. “Do not let him remove you from this building. Whatever you do, do not anger him. Whatever Amy could do to you can’t compare to what he’ll do to you if he can get you out of here.”

29 The bouncer came in again, and stated loudly “Time’s up, ma’am,” and stood at the door, waiting for the two women to leave. Anastasia gently tugged on Leela’s leash prompting her to stand up, then gave her a firm hug. Leela slowly returned the hug, whispering in Anastasia’s ear. “I’ll be alright. Thanks for being my friend.” Anastasia led Leela out the door. Waiting outside the door was a man that immediately caused Leela to be wary. Not so much his appearance but his demeanor - he acted like Zapp with the worms. The same cocky, ‘I couldn’t care less what you think’ attitude. He wasn’t unattractive - well dressed, about six-foot four, in good shape but the thing that made itself immediately known was his jaw - it was huge! It stuck out like a mailbox, with the door down! It preceded his face by at least several inches - she was now glad to have her small jaw and single eye than have to live with that monstrosity. “What’ve you been doing in there, woman?” he snapped at Anastasia, snatching Leela’s leash from her hand. If her arms weren’t still stiff and numb from the different stringent bondages that she had been subjected to for the past twelve hours, Leela might have taken him out right then and there. Attacking Leela’s friends was the same as attacking her. Anastasia didn’t even acknowledge his words to her, she just stared disdainfully back up at him, as if daring him to challenge her. “Hmph!” Sternn huffed, and turned to Leela. “So, what’s little Amy Wong bought in tonight?” he said, jerking her closer, holding the leash high in the air so Leela was forced to stand straight as he examined her. “What are you, a mutant?” he sneered, staring into her eye. “Well, for a mutant, you’ve got a great set of tits. You’ll do… c’mon!” Pulling with no sense of gentleness, he dragged Leela towards the stage. She glanced back towards Lady Anastasia, and saw clasp her hands together, then turn and hurry from the room. Sternn pulled Leela up the stairs onto the stage and stood in the center, then waited until a spotlight was aimed at him and Leela. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he announced to the crowd. “We have a fresh little morsel tonight - and yes, she’s an alien - but with that ass, I don’t think too many people would care…” There was laughter at this. “On your knees. Now!” he ordered, turning back to Leela. Feeling her face turning red, she slowly obeyed and sank to her knees. She looked at the crowd, desperately looking for Amy, but she couldn’t see very far due to the blinding spotlight. “Now kiss my boot,” was the next order. Leela thought about flipping onto her hands and giving him her patented handstand kick under his jaw - how could she miss? - but her arms were still weak and sore. She’d fall flat on her face. But she also remembered Anastasia’s warning not to anger him. So for the next five minutes, Turanga Leela followed every humiliating order from Lincoln Sternn, performing on a stage in front of a bunch of rich perverts. Posing with her hands behind her head, walking back and forth on the stage. He even stroked her rear a couple of times. ‘You touch my boobs and you’ll be singing soprano,’ she thought. Every minute free, her arms were recovering and getting stronger... “And now, the climax of our little performance!” he announced, getting a round of applause and cheers in return. He pointed to the other end of the stage, and Leela followed the sight of his finger as another spotlight clicked on, illuminating what was sitting there. Her eye widened when she saw it - on the far end of the stage was a poster bed, complete with a light blue silk sheet. “Wh... what are you going to do?” Leela asked as she felt her heart race. “I’m going to lay you on your back, tie you spread-eagled and drip hot wax on you,” came

30 Sternn’s reply, grinning as if he was relish the pain it would cause. “Then we’ll go back to my place and have some more fun. I guarantee, you’ll be begging for me to stop by midnight...” Leela looked again at the blue sheet on the bed, shining in the bright spotlight. Then a memory flashed through her mind. She was lying on her back, on a soft, silken surface, staring up at a ceiling. She was absolutely naked. She tried to move, but tight cerametal bands around her ankles and wrists were holding her down. A large, muscular man with blonde hair leaned over her. “Are you quite comfortable, my sexy cyclops…?” he asked, smiling widely, as though he owned her. “NOOOO!” she screamed. Heads turned toward them, people stopped walking by and stared. The crowd suddenly got quiet, the entire staff was now focused on the events happening on the stage. Sternn released the leash, grabbed Leela’s right arm and twisted it up behind her back in a hammerlock. She gasped in sudden pain as his other arm wrapped around her throat. “All right, no mercy tonight, you little mutant slut,” he gruffly whispered in her ear. “You will do what I say. If you’re lucky, I may let your girlfriend Amy see you again - but you probably won’t be as pretty by then... “ Leela’s heart was racing, her breathing shallow. But this time, she wasn’t so helpless. She was free - and mad as hell. “I am NOT going on that bed!” she cried. “You’ve just earned a whipping!” Sternn snapped. “Which I will perform myself as soon as -” KRUNCH! Sternn’s angry voice was cut off as Leela made full use of the high heels she was wearing, by lifting her foot up and slamming her heel onto his shoe. She felt at least one metatarsal bone break, then Sternn let go of her and cut loose with an ear-splitting howl. The noise was cut short as her elbow punched him in the solar plexus, then her fist slammed into his mouth and he landed on his back like a sack of stem bolts. “Sub on the loose!” somebody yelled. “Get her!” Adrenaline pumping from panic, all Leela saw was several people rushing her. Instinct took over. For the first time in twelve hours her arms and legs were free and she was going to use them. There was no way she could kick in these heels, so she punched at anything that came in within range. At this point everybody was her enemy, all she wanted was to get out of the building and run home. She knocked so many people down that she was tripping over the bodies. She vaguely heard Amy yelling “Stop! Leela, stop! Now!” Distracted, something hit the back of her head. She temporarily blacked out as she fell forward... Coming to a few seconds later on the floor, she opened her eye and saw Amy standing between her and Sternn. Sternn had a whip in his right hand and an expression of fury on his face. Amy was in a semi-crouched position as if she were going to pounce on him. Leela saw Amy had a stun gun in her right hand. It was obvious that Amy was protecting her from Sternn. “Goddammit, Sternn, you’re an asshole!” Amy was yelling. “Don’t you EVER hit her again. When she said ‘no’ you should have told me instead of pushing her. I told you she’s new and scared. Now BACK OFF!” “Dammit, Wong!” he spluttered, holding a hand to his bleeding mouth, favoring his good foot. “She hit me! I’m going to whip her until...” “No!” Amy shouted, staring him back in the eye. “She’s MY sub, MY responsibility, and I’m calling safeword on this scene right now! You were going too far with her and you know it!” Leela looked around. Her arms were free, her legs were free, she could escape! While Amy was distracted by that oaf Sternn, she got to her feet and started walking towards an exit,

31 hoping to get out of the range of the collar’s transmitter before Amy realized she was gone. “Hey! Sub! Yeah, you with the purple hair!” she heard. “Where do you think you’re going?” A bouncer was swiftly walking towards Leela, cutting her off from the exit. As he reached out to grab her, she deflected his hand away and punched him in the gut, and as he was falling forward she hit him again. He fell to the floor unconscious. The crowd dissipated afraid of becoming victims to this purple whirlwind of violence. “Leela! Stop that now!” Amy yelled as she ran towards her. “Don’t get in my way, Amy, or I’ll go through you too!” Leela snarled. This was her best opportunity to get away. Amy whipped a hand into a pocket on her catsuit, and it came out holding a small remote control. “You have ONE SECOND to get on your knees and submit, Leela!” Her expression darkened even more as the cyclops turned away from her, starting towards the exit. “FINE!” Amy snapped, and her thumb came down hard on the remote. What Leela felt was not pain. A rolling tingle started in her neck and washed through her. She gurgled involuntarily as the tingle turned into a shudder that made her whole body spasm, then it suddenly stopped, and she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Amy pounced on her, rolling her face first on the floor. Pulling half-inch wide plastic loops out of her pockets, she secured Leela’s wrists and elbows tightly behind her back. Then she did the same to her ankles and knees. She slipped a fifth loop under the wrist and ankle ties and pulled, completing a very tight hogtie. “You are - SO - going to - REGRET that!!” she said through clenched teeth, enraged at the audacity and disobedience as she gave an extra tug on Leela’s restraints, finally placing a ballgag in her mouth, buckling the strap extra-tight. Leela, her mind floating on a cloud of confusion from the paralysis shock, was barely aware of anything at all, her limp body unresisting. Amy stood up, panting. She had not wanted to use the collar on Leela, but the stupid girl had been warned, and given ample opportunity to submit. Amy looked around, blinking a few times. She was at the center of a large empty circle, every club patron and a few of the staff looking at her, whispering to each other, and pointing at the now bound and gagged cyclops at her feet. Amy caught the shape of Master Lew at front of the crowd, frowning, shaking his head disapprovingly. Ai ya, this was not what she wanted to happen...

Amy watched as the trunk lid of her car closed, concealing Leela’s bound form. She reached into her purse, and gave both of the bouncers assisting her hundred-dollar bills each. “Follow me home, will you? I’ll need some more assistance getting her out…” she said. “Yes, Ms. Wong,” one of them answered. They turned and headed to the club carpark. Amy turned and headed towards her car door, stopping as she saw Master Lew waiting. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “What happened in there was inexcusable,” he began, staring down at her. “Your sub just injured half the staff and a few patrons. Do you know she knocked some of Sternn’s teeth out? You’re responsible for any and all financial obligations involved with Leela’s rampage, Amy. We’ll also will need to review your membership - you bought a person not ready for our way of life to the club,” he coolly berated her. Looking at the ground to keep from making eye contact Amy said, “I understand, Master Lew. I’m sorry.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, Master Lew continued. “You made some mistakes

32 tonight, Amy. Some people will never accept being dominated. I believe Leela is one of these people. Accept that. Also, you were so intent on impressing the committee and I that you lost track of what was happening with her. You should have seen her getting upset and stopped the scene before it got out of control. A submissive is a precious gift - a person willing to place their safety in your hands. She didn’t fail you, you failed her. You may become a dom one day, but not today. Now go home and work things out with her.” “Yes, sir,” Amy meekly replied. This low-key, quiet dressing down hurt her more than being screamed at. She knew that when Master Lew was truly angry, he spoke in just that manner...

Amy had the bouncers place Leela in the bondage room on the floor, and given them even more tip money. Now that she was home, she was seething about what had just happened. Leela had ruined everything. Amy was about to be accepted by the committee as a Junior Dom and Leela had to try to destroy the club. Closing her eyes she remembered the pile of bodies laying around Leela like tree limbs. Dammit, she told everybody there not to let her arms be free. Damned Sternn and his ‘no mercy’ attitude. That was the reason that she had asked that Sternn not dom her in the past. Leela was fortunately still out from the neuro-paralysis collar. It had sent a high-voltage low-amperage electrical charge into her nervous system. Most people would still feel the effects for an hour, but Leela’s mutated body could probably return to normal much sooner. Amy had to work quickly before Leela regained consciousness. She swiftly grabbed some scissors and cut the plastic loops off Leela’s limbs. There was no time to unlace the corset, Amy simply cut the laces holding it closed and stripped it off. Everything went, the thigh-high boots, the thong, except for the collar. Leela moaned and stirred slightly. ‘Damn, she’s waking up,’ Amy thought. Spinning the collar around so that the front ring now was behind her head, Amy locked a thick leather strap to the ring. Attached to the strap were padded leather cuffs for the wrists and ankles, designed to hold tightly but not restrict circulation. Amy quickly pulled Leela’s arms behind her back, firmly wrapped a cuff around her each of her wrists, and padlocked the cuffs closed. She did the same for her ankles, then tightened the buckles on the main strap. Leela was now completely naked, in a gentler, but still inescapable hogtie. Finally, Amy locked a short length of chain from the collar to a ring in the floor, and temporarily removed the ballgag. She wanted to make sure Leela was breathing properly first, but she would have a gag in her mouth all night, no question... Leela started to move, her fingers flexing, mouth working as she stretched her jaw. Amy simmered in rage as Leela began to come around, wriggling as she found herself helpless once more, shaking her head to dispel the fuzziness. Finally, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Amy, who exploded with rage. “Dammit Leela, you just ruined everything for me! I don’t want to hear a damned thing from you. You’re going to lay all night in that position - I don’t care if you sleep or not. Then tomorrow... just be prepared for the worst punishment that you’ve ever endured!” Amy yelled at her. “Amy... Ms. Wong, please...” Leela started in a whisper. “No! Shuddup! I don’t want to hear it!” Amy yelled even louder than before. Crouching down, she retrieved the gag she had removed from Leela’s mouth. Straddling her, Amy grabbed her ponytail with her left hand and pulled up with all her might.

33 Leela’s eye and teeth clenched shut with the pain, but she did not open her mouth. “Ungh! No! Please… listen!” she managed to say through her teeth. “I told you, I don’t want to hear it!” Amy snapped, pulling harder and trying to push the gag past Leela’s lips. “Now open your mouth!” Leela whimpered, but she kept her jaw closed. “That bed… Sternn was going to… put me on…” “What about it?” Amy asked, not interested in an answer, still trying to push the gag in. “Blue sheet… like when… Brannigan!” Leela managed to gasp, on her way to losing the battle. Amy was starting to get the gag in at that moment, but that was when the realization hit her. She let the gag fall to the floor, and released the pressure on Leela’s hair. Her head fell forward as she let out a long sigh. Amy sat on the bed and looked at Leela. The cyclops was panting with relief, not keeping eye contact. “You... panicked, didn’t you?” Amy asked. Leela’s breathing slowly evened out, but she didn’t look up. “For an instant, it was like I was back there,” Leela started. “That jerk Sternn reminded me so much of Brannigan, and here he was, wanting to tie me on a bed again…” She looked up. “You DO remember what that was like, don’t you, Amy?” Amy visibly flinched. Her own memory took her back to those two days, when she had lain on that silken surface, totally bare and helpless, and was mercilessly teased into unwanted arousal. Pleading and begging had done nothing to bring it to an end. It was only over when Leela herself was forced to perform oral sex on her, sparing her pain that may have made anything at the club pale in comparison. “I… remember,” she said, standing up. “All right, Leela, I won’t punish you…” “Hey!” Leela shouted as Amy made her way to the door. “Whaddayacall this?” she cried, twisting her body against the leather that held her hogtied. “Your debt to me is not yet paid, Leela,” Amy said, with all the calmness she could muster. “And if I hear you shouting, I’ll come right back in and gag you. Understand?” Leela did start shouting, and rather colorful it was, but Amy just flicked off the room lights and closed the door behind her, silencing the cursing. ‘Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!’ Amy thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stalked back to her room. She felt like kicking herself. She had just nearly violated one of the cardinal rules of the dom/sub relationship - punishing the sub while angry. Too many people had been seriously hurt that way, and Leela had almost joined them. The punishment Amy had planned in her head was starting to make her feel ill, and to top it off, Leela was totally undeserving of it. Maybe Master Lew was right, perhaps she wasn’t yet ready to assume the role of a dominant. If he didn’t toss her out of the club, first. Back in the darkened room Leela had ceased her venomous tirade, and the only sounds audible now were the creaking of leather, the gentle jingle of chains and padlocks, and the occasional grunt as she struggled helplessly. She could feel the padlocks with the tips of her fingers, but that was it. Even if she could pick them, she couldn’t see what she was doing. And pick them with what? The leather was rather soft, but was thick and wrapped firmly around her, and there was no yield whatsoever. Leela stopped struggling when she felt sweat beginning to form on her forehead. To hell with it, it was pointless. ‘Relax, you silly girl, relax,’ she thought to herself. This time, there was was nothing to stop her meditating. She soon drifted asleep...

34 “Aghk!” Leela cried as the lights suddenly snapped on. “Hiii!” came Amy’s voice. “How’s my little sub this morning? Aw, too bright?” Leela curled her lip in the direction of the cheery voice. She was anything but happy. ‘Damn, how stiff can a person get?’ she thought. Sleeping with her body trussed up in a hogtie made her calves and thighs ache. She was awakened several times by muscles spasms and charlie horses. Fortunately, by twisting onto her side and arching her back, she was able to move her legs enough to work them out. But it still had not been a pleasant night. Despite being able to meditate, she had only gotten two hours of sleep, tops, and was having to force her eye to stay open. “Pretty miserable, huh?” Amy continued as she crouched down beside Leela. She was wearing a semi-translucent negligee, as if she had just gotten out of bed, but was carrying her crop. “I had to lay like that one night. I had to call in sick for a few days as the cramps wore off. It’s totally un-clool! So, ready to give in and let me win?” Her pride overriding her discomfort, Leela managed to unconvincingly mutter, “Oh, I had a great night’s sleep. Are you ready to let me go?” “No, Leela. I told you that I play to win,” Amy replied in the same cheery voice. “Play?” Leela replied, her anger flaring. “This is not a game, Amy. I learned a few things last night at that club over yours. ‘The sub must consent to anything first’? It’s one of the basic rules, right? And I’m not consenting! Undo me!” “I told you, Leela, you debt to me is not paid yet!” “LIKE HELL!” Leela spat, beginning to strain against her bonds. “Those damned nipple clamps were worth more than that! Now I’m leaving! UNDO ME!” Amy frowned even more, and bent to Leela as if she might unlock her, but instead she heaved on Leela’s bonds, hauling the cyclops onto her side, then stood up and pinned her in place by keeping a foot on the leather strap. Leela moaned as her aching body was stretched into a bow. “You must want to feel this again, Leela!” Amy snapped, as she lifted her crop and stroked the thick flap down Leela’s bare body, from her neck to her knees. “Ah… ah… AH!” was all Leela could gasp as the cool leather slid over her. It was another reminder of just how completely helpless she was. “Now, I was going to give you something to wear, but now you can stay nude for the rest of the weekend!” Amy continued. “And you will be getting another cropping, count on it! Now, where should it be? On your ass again? Or maybe… these nice round boobs want some, huh?” she asked, tapping Leela’s breasts with the crop. Leela gasped in horror. “No, please…” she whimpered. “No, please, WHAT?” “No, please… Ms. Wong.” “Better!” Amy looked around and grabbed the ballgag she had used on Leela last night. The cyclops whimpered again when it was dangled in front of her nose. “All right, Leela,” Amy began. “Just because it’s early in the morning it doesn’t mean the no speaking rule is not in effect, and you just broke it. Now, you know I can force this into your mouth. Take it willingly and I won’t strap it tightly.” Leela tensed, and her eye flicked between the gag and Amy. Then she relented, and reluctantly opened her mouth. Amy popped it between her teeth, and true to her word, only did the strap firm enough to hold it in. Then she rolled Leela back onto her stomach, and surprisingly, undid the strap holding her knees bent, and the one holding her wrists so high behind her back. Leela moaned as she was finally able to stretch those long-confined

35 muscles. Partial movement was better than none. Also undoing the chain holding Leela’s collar to the floor, Amy helped her stand and roll onto the bed, then re-secured her collar to the headboard. Seeing Leela’s surprised look, Amy leaned close and actually stroked her hair. “Why have I put you up here?” she said, asking the question that Leela couldn’t. “I’m not a sadist, Leela,” Amy almost whispered into her ear. “You’re exhausted - don’t deny it - and if I don’t let you sleep properly, you’re going to be collapsing later. And if that happened, well, my kitchen floor will never get scrubbed,” she finished with a smile. Leela rolled her eye, hearing this. “Now, it’s just about seven-thirty,” Amy continued. “And I feel like a lie-in myself, so I’ll come back and get you before midday…” With that, she eased herself off the bed and out the door, tapping off the lights. Leela sighed with relief. She was still tied up, but no longer in that restrictive hogtie. She wriggled to her side, sliding her legs back and forth on the smooth surface of the bed, bending her spine and knees, then sitting on the bed and lowering her chin onto her legs, while keeping them straight. Then it was her shoulders, rolling them back and forth, doing as much as she can while still having her hands cuffed behind her back. Finally she rolled over onto her stomach, head on one of the pillows. By all that was holy, after this was all over, she would have to see a osteopath and a masseur for a week... She just lay there, unable to sleep for the moment. Despite the price she had paid, she was proud that she took out Sternn, at least five bouncers and several of the perverts that attended the Hellfire Club without being able to kick. ‘Choke on that, Phnog! Will of the warrior, my ass!’ she thought. On top of that, Amy lost her chance for her precious promotion to dom. Hah! Then her thoughts darkened - just what the hell did Amy have planned next? Amy had come very close to losing control last night, and Leela shuddered to think of what she had in mind for punishment. If Leela hadn’t managed to tell her why she did it before Amy got that gag in… Sternn was planning to take her out of the club and rape her, he had told her so. If it hadn’t been for Lady Anastasia foreseeing this and unfastening the leg shackles and single sleeve, it might have actually happened. Anastasia would probably lose her membership for interfering with another person’s sub, but the lady had really impressed Leela as the type that would do the right thing even if there was a personal cost. Then Leela’s eyelid began to droop closed again, reminding her how tired she was. Thankfully getting back to sleep required no more effort than letting it fall.

“Wakey-wakey! You have a busy day ahead,” Amy’s irritatingly cheery voice cut through Leela’s sleep. “Mrf? Huh? Wha…?” was Leela’s first reaction. She tried to rub at her eye - and found that she could do it. She was untied! No… wait, she wasn’t. There was a gleaming silver cuff around each of her wrists, which led to a short chain attached to the collar. The gag was gone from her mouth, and there were different cuffs around her ankles as well, the ones that she could walk but not run in. Amy must have removed the leather ones and put these on her while she was still asleep. Since she was usually such a light sleeper, that was rather disconcerting. “Well, someone looks like they had a good sleep!” Amy chirped again as Leela looked her over. She was back in her leather catsuit, although Leela thought it looked slightly different - probably one of the many outfits Amy had. “But I bet your bladder is ready to burst, Leela. Wanna go to the bathroom?”

36 Leela hadn’t been since the Hellfire Club - however long ago that was. With no clocks in the room and no windows, she had no way of knowing how much time had passed. She did notice that her bladder was shouting its distension and discomfort. “Yeah, I need to go,” she answered, rubbing the sleep out of her eye. “So ask me very nicely to let you go to the bathroom, and remember my proper name.” Gritting her teeth but managing to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice, Leela replied. “May I please use the bathroom, Ms. Wong?” “See, that wasn’t so difficult,” Amy smiled. “Of course you may, and I’ll let you have five minutes alone, all to yourself.” Producing a leash and clipping it to the collar, she showed Leela the collar’s remote control. “I have four more shocks left. Resist and you’ll get another.” Leela put her head down. She did have much more movement wearing these chains, and could probably catch Amy once with a good hit, but probably not hard enough to knock her out. And if she attempted to throttle her with both hands, the only way to overcome her instantly was to use lethal force, which she wasn’t quite prepared to do. Oh, but this little hussy will get her just desserts, she was sure of that... Amy took Leela’s gesture as submission, and she lightly hauled the cyclops to her feet and off the bed, taking her out to the apartment’s main bathroom. “Five minutes to yourself,” she said, letting go of the leash and making to leave and close the door. “When you’re finished, there’s the bidet to clean yourself,” pointing to the device next to the toilet. “Hey, how about releasing my hands?” Leela demanded. “Smeesh, how stupid do you think I am? There’s no way those hands are ever coming free again until you totally submit to me,” was Amy’s reply as she closed the door to the bathroom, leaving Leela alone to perform her personal business. “Time’s up!” Amy said walking back into the bathroom after a few minutes. Leela offered no resistance as Amy tugged on the leash, making her stand off the bidet and walk out of the bathroom, and she was led to the dining room table, her chains jingling with each step. Leela smelled the breakfast way before she saw it, and her stomach suddenly protested, reminding her that she was starving - she hadn’t eaten in at least twelve hours. Amy sat her down in front of a large spread of food on the dining room table, and Leela looked up at her, questioningly. “Of course it’s for you, silly,” Amy chided. “Go on, dig in!” Leela didn’t even ask for her hands to be released, she grabbed a fork and started devouring everything that Amy had placed in front of her - baconated grapefruit, caffeinated bacon, chicken-flavored coffee, and a huge serving of scrambled Giant Bird egg. Amy had expensive taste, Leela could tell this was brand-name food, not the bulk-quantity bargain-aisle stuff she was used to buying. She ate almost everything on the table - strange, considering how she exercised and dieted to keep her fit, trim figure. “Wow, you were hungry, weren’t you?” Amy asked. Not wanting to risk another session of being gagged by speaking, Leela just nodded her head. “Now that you’re finished with breakfast, clean the table and do the dishes,” Amy commanded. Getting out of her chair with a sigh of resignation, Leela had to make several trips to the kitchen to clean the table. She started to load the dishwasher when she heard Amy say, “No, Leela, you’ll wash them in the sink, the old fashioned way. Then you can wash the kitchen floor, the same way you did the bathroom yesterday.” Leela turned around to stare at Amy, who swiftly put a finger to her lips. “If you say anything, anything, then I’ll cuff your hands behind your back and you can hold the sponge in your mouth as you wash the floor. You don’t want that to happen, do you?” Amy taunted.

37 Resigned, Leela shifted her gaze to the floor and shook her head. She then turned to the sink and started washing the dishes, fighting the tears of shame and frustration that were building up.

Once again exhausted, sweaty, filthy, and still naked, Leela knelt on the carpet in the living room, her collar chained to a hidden anchor in the floor. She had just scrubbed the kitchen floor, which was a lot larger than the bathroom. And Amy had turned into an first-class bitch again, stalking around her, micro-managing the whole humiliating ordeal, slapping her with the crop for the tiniest perceived error. Extremely embarrassing was the fact that Leela was unclothed during the entire ordeal. She was actually a modest person, and having to clean the floor with her most private and intimate parts visible to Amy when she walked behind her was beyond humiliating. The sting of the crop was painful but it would go away - this degradation cut through Leela’s soul and tore at her fragile sense of self-worth. It didn’t help that Amy constantly mentioned the event was being recorded. With this recording, she could have have Leela be submissive to her for life. She kept taunting Leela with Zapp getting a copy, or of Bender having a paysite of ‘Turanga Leela - Slave’. Worse of all, she kept mentioning Fry - “How could Fry continue to admire the ‘rough, tough Leela’ if she was chained on her hands and knees, naked, washing somebody else’s kitchen floor to pay off a bet?” Amy asked. This drove a dagger into Leela’s heart, more than once she thought of risking being shocked by the collar and strangling Amy, despite the injury that she may inflict on her. “I’m going to let you rest a few minutes,”Amy said, walking up to her. “We’re going to talk a little. Rather, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen. Think about what I’m saying.” Leela tiredly nodded her head. She just wanted the whole humiliating experience to be over with. “All right, Leela. This isn’t a game to me, either,” Amy started, pacing back and forth. Ever since I met you, you’ve never taken me seriously. I was nineteen years old when we met. I was immature, I made mistakes. I’m twenty-five now - I’m a college graduate and the engineer of Planet Express. I’m the one who repairs the ship when you bring it in busted to hell. I appreciate that you saved me from being sold on the black market last year - I really do. But Leela, you treat me like an underfoot child. My opinions mean nothing to you, you immediately dismiss anything that I say in front of everybody. That hurts! I promise that it hurts me more than anything that I’ve done to you this weekend. My parents don’t see my accomplishments, all they see is a grandbaby factory. No matter what I do, nobody takes me seriously!” “And the way you treat Fry!” Leela’s heart skipped a beat as Amy swiveled and snapped down at her. “No matter how shallow you think I am, I know a good thing when I see one. He’s not smart, he’s not important, he’s not rich, but Leela, he has risked his life for you, several times! He saved your life once! He loves you, all he wants is a chance. That’s all. What’s your problem, Leela? It’s not like you have a lot of friends - you seem to go out of your way to keep the few friends that you have from getting close to you.” Amy’s voice was beginning to take a pleading tone. Forgetting the silence rule imposed, Leela exploded. “How dare you lecture me! You call yourself my friend? After everything that you’ve done to me this weekend? Tying me up, whipping me, abandoning me at that club, paralyzing me? If you’re wanting for me to take you seriously, this isn’t the way to do it. If the kids at the orphanarium couldn’t break me, if Phnog couldn’t break me, if Zapp couldn’t break me, what the hell makes you think that you can break me?” Then her voice taking a chilling tone, “Don’t ever throw Fry’s name in my face again,

38 ever again!” Leela then started struggling with her bonds, only to give up after a few seconds, obviously frustrated. “Dammit, Amy, let me go! Now!” she yelled. Amy’s cringed back - she never expected Leela to react this violently. Then, her eyes narrowing, Amy’s resolve strengthened. She had hoped that Leela would become more humble after she poured her guts out, but instead, the arrogant bitch had dismissed her. Again. “Fine, we’ll see what else little-ole-me can come up with. Leela, I will break you, and I’m gonna enjoy doing it,” Amy replied with a icy-cold tone to her voice. She stalked back to her room and slammed the door shut. Leela was using every colorful adjective, verb, adverb, noun, and pronoun in her rather large vocabulary to show her dissatisfaction, irritation and downright anger. Peppered in were various threats of physical violence - most of which would require surgery to remove Leela’s foot from Amy’s rectum. Once in her room, Amy let loose her own scream - “She’s impossible!” Amy was shaking with rage - she had opened up to Leela, letting her see the side that she had never shown anybody from Planet Express before - the young, hurt woman seeking acceptance and acknowledgment of her achievements and contributions, and Leela had given her the verbal equivalent of a open-handed slap. Leela was alone at fault for her current predicament - nobody forced her to make a bet that she couldn’t pay, nobody forced her to say ‘anything’ and ‘no limits’ as payment to the debt. “Calm down, calm down, calm down,” Amy told herself as she paced in her room. “Think, don’t react.” Amy now knew that in her current frame of mind, it would be too easy to inflict a punishment on Leela that may permanently injure her. “Why do I care so much what she thinks?” Amy thought. “I’m way cuter, can have any man that I want and have more money than Mom!” Then it struck her, she did care what Leela thought, because everything that Leela had she had fought for and earned herself, without any help. Amy was a rich kid who had a silver spoon in her mouth her entire life. As long as people saw that, she would never be taken seriously. Amy turned around and flopped backwards onto her bed. Leela was showing her why she was such a survivor - she wasn’t going to give in easily. Things like physical pain didn’t seem to matter to Leela, she actually seemed to draw strength from it. The only time that Leela’s resolve would weaken was when she was not in control, or when Amy made comments about others seeing the holo-video being recorded. ‘That’s it, I’ll approach this from a different angle,’ Amy thought, an evil grin forming. ‘I’ll tie her up her so she’s completely helpless, and keep mentioning public humiliation to her. The madder she gets, the more helpless she realizes she is, the closer she will be to giving up.’ Meanwhile, Leela had finished fighting her bonds and given in that she wasn’t going to escape for now. Amy was pushing the right buttons to make her lose her temper. The humiliation of the bondage, the washing the bathroom and kitchen floors, the croppings were things that she could deal with, but to keep mentioning Fry - that was off-limits. Her relationship with Fry was complicated, and was her and his business. Nobody else’s. Not Bender’s, not Hermes’, and sure not Amy’s damn business. Looking around to make sure that Amy wasn’t in the room, Leela buried her face in her hands and allowed herself to cry, really cry for the second time this weekend, but this time she didn’t have Lady Anastasia to comfort her. ‘No more,’ Leela thought after she was cried out, wiping the tears with the back of her hand. ‘If Amy won’t release me and if I have to hurt her, then it’s her fault.’

39 After a few minutes Amy entered the living room. She and Leela stared at each other for a full minute before Amy asked, “Ready to give up?” “Go to hell, bitch,” Leela spat out. “You have one minute to release me, or so help me, you will rue this day for the rest of your life.” Leela’s voice sent a cold chill down Amy’s spine. She was deadly serious. Not showing her fear, Amy continued. “Leela, I’m not going to take less than your complete submission to me. You can give up now, in one hour, one week, or one year, but you will give up. Now let’s watch some TV. There’s a good program on now...” she said, touching a button on her remote control. Leela’s eye narrowed in puzzlement as she turned towards to the large screen, and an icy drop of dread splashed on her heart. It was displaying a recorded scene of Leela bound to the wall getting cropped, complete with full audio. Leela winced at the sound of the crop on her rear and at her own moans. Then Amy touched another button and the scene of a chained and naked Leela on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Leela couldn’t believe it - Amy really had recorded everything. “I call this my ‘life insurance policy’,” Amy explained. “As long as this exists, then I know that you won’t try to seek revenge on me.” She touched another button and the screen changed to a stellar-net e-mail page, then she sat at the keyboard mounted on the coffee table and attached a long list of video files to a blank e-mail. She then typed in the names of Zapp, Hermes and Bender on the ‘send to’ line. She turned to look at Leela. Leela’s face was ghostly pale, her eye wide and her jaw open. “Please no, please no,” she whispered as Amy typed in Fry’s name. “I’ve set this up so that if I don’t log in every six hours, then it will automatically send this e-mail to everybody,” Amy said, tapping away at options on the screen. “It’s on a server out of this apartment, so tearing my computer apart won’t keep it from being sent. And uses my DNA map to log on, so a password won’t help.” She then froze a frame of Leela’s ass in the air from behind, showing all her intimate details. Leela felt nauseous as Amy continued, blocking out the comments until she heard, “...and I bet Fry will love that view of you. He always was an ass man, he certainly liked mine.” Reacting the only way she could, Leela fired back, “Yeah, if it’s so great, why’d he dump ya?” The retort didn’t have her usual zing to it, Amy knew she had hit a nerve. Leela’s resolve was beginning to buckle. “Leela, we’re - and by that I mean ‘you’re’ - going to experience even more pain and humiliation. Do this willingly and it won’t be so bad, resist and I’ll enjoy every second of your misery,” Amy cheerfully stated. Going behind Leela and wrapping a chain around her waist, Amy was going to cuff Leela’s hands behind her back and to her waist. After the chain was locked, Amy unlocked Leela’s left hand from the collar cuff, but that was the mistake that Leela was waiting for. Faster than Amy could anticipate, Leela wrenched her hand free and grabbed her by the throat in an unbreakable grip. Amy squealed and choked as Leela yelled “Release me! NOW!!” The pressure on her throat was tremendous, Leela had her fingers behind her neck and her thumb on her windpipe, and was squeezing. Amy could feel her cartilage moving as Leela pushed even harder, and she realized that Leela was drawing her closer. If Leela managed to get her other hand around her neck as well... Desperately, Amy reached in her pocket and felt the remote, blindly punching buttons until she felt Leela shudder, and the pressure on her throat released.

40 Laying on the floor for a few minutes swallowing and gasping for breath, Amy finally moved. Sitting up, she saw Leela crumpled on the floor - the neuro-paralysis collar had worked. ‘Damn, if she’s that strong with just one hand…’ Amy thought. If Leela had anything other than her left hand free, she would have escaped and probably left a great deal of pain and punishment on Amy before leaving. Amy got to her feet and stood over Leela’s unconscious body. “Leela, you don’t know what humiliation is... yet!” she gasped.

Leela slowly awakened. She was gagged again - this time the gag seemed to be larger than the one she wore early today. Her jaw was already aching. She was still naked. Looking around, she could see that she was still in the living room. She was laying on her back, there were leather cuffs on her ankles, trailing chains which ran into the floor. Looking over her head, she could see the same setup on her wrists, but the cuffs were connected to two chains coming from the ceiling. “About time you woke up,” Amy’s voice came from somewhere. Then Leela heard a low hum as she felt her wrists being pulled up towards the ceiling. She had no choice but to follow, sitting then standing with her arms widely apart before Amy stopped the hoist. Leela saw that two feet in front of her was a large set of thick curtains, obscuring the picture window. She wildly turned her head as Amy appeared in front of her. Leela did a double-take, Amy had a set of fresh bruises on her neck. Oh lord, and did she look pissed… ‘Amy, I didn’t mean to grab you so hard, I just wanted you to let me go,’ Leela thought. She wanted to say it, but the gag made that impossible. “All right, Leela, I said that you would be getting another cropping,” Amy hissed. Leela’s moaning and shaking of her head did nothing to alter her mood. “Now, watch this. All I have to do is touch this button...” Amy said, producing a remote control. She pushed a button and the chains in the ceiling retracted a little more, lifting Leela’s feet off the floor and make her moan again. She felt like she was being stretched. “Fun, isn’t it? And if I push this one, it’ll spread your legs apart. Should I?” “NNNN!” “Well, too bad, I want to…” Amy said as she fingered the other button. The chains on Leela’s ankles retracted, opening her thighs until she was hanging in a spread-eagle, her feet at least six inches from the floor. There was no give, she couldn’t move at all. “You silly, stupid girl,” Amy chided, putting the remote into a pocket. “Every time that I think about being kind to you, you have to mess up. And you really messed up this time. Do you know how long these will take to heal? Or how much makeup they’ll need to hide?” Amy asked as she pointed to the bruises on her neck, staring up at the helpless cyclops. Did Leela look sympathetic? Or was she just fearing her imminent cropping? Amy humphed. Probably the latter. She retrieved another object off her belt, and waved it at Leela. It was made of leather, was loose and limp, and had a set of laces over it. “Know what this is?” Amy asked. “It’s a bondage hood. It has a small hole in it for your nose to fit through, and another for that cute ponytail. It’s incredibly hot and uncomfortable - you are so going to hate it,” Amy said as she stepped on a stool behind Leela, who twisted and fought as best she could, but the hood still went on covering her eye and entire head. No light got through. She could feel Amy pulling the laces tight and finally tying a knot at her neck. Oh lord, Amy was right, she did hate it. It gave a complete sense of isolation and helplessness, especially with the rest of her being naked. She could recognize it as a psychological thing, but recognizing it and bearing it were different. It quickly got stifling

41 warm, causing her to pant harder through her nose and for her face to start sweating even more, totally encased in hot, unforgiving leather. “Now, let’s see, I told you last year that you look better with the shaved look...” Amy said mischievously as she got off the stool. “MMMFFF!” Leela wriggled as something cool and metal was placed against her thick patch of pubic hair, and cried out again as it started up with a buzz and began vibrating, slowly removing the purple curls. Straining against her bonds, Leela couldn’t move and only manage to start sweating. Arousal never entered her mind, just the horrible weight of the degradation of being a mere toy to be played with. Amy took her time with the device, first shaving Leela’s hair into the shape of an arrow, then a ‘V’, finally removing it all. Now she was as bare as when Zapp did this to her last year. “There. Now you should have no problem getting a man. I think that Fry likes the shaved look, too...” Amy sniped as she put the razor away. Secured in the hood, Leela was also partially deafened as well as blind and silent. But it was not enough to mask a faint ‘clickclickclick’ sound, and then her bare body was covered by a sudden warmth. “Feel that, Leela?” she heard Amy say, flinching as a hand stroked her side from armpit to thigh. “Nice and warm, isn’t it?” She watched as Leela’s head twisted back and forth, her ponytail swishing, trying to understand what she felt. “It’s sunlight,” Amy informed her. “I’ve just opened the curtains.” “MMMMRRRRPPHHH!” Leela squealed, shaking her head back and forth, her struggling resuming. “Yep, that’s right,” Amy crooned. “The entire city can now see that sexy body of yours, and they’re going to watch your punishment, too! With all the cameras out there, you’re going to be all over the whole stellar data net within hours. Minutes, even!” That bought even more cries and struggling from Leela, and Amy even heard a sob or two. She covered her mouth with her hand, to stop herself from tittering. This was just too delicious! Leela now believed that the whole city could see her naked body, strapped up in front of Amy’s window. True, the curtains were open and she was bathed in sunlight, but the window was in fact made of the best mirrored glass money could buy. Light passed unrestricted into the room so she could see out, but anyone trying to look in would only see a large mirrored rectangle. Amy paused for a moment to stand next to Leela and look out the window. Life in New New York continued as usual, the air traffic jams, millions of people in the street or floating by. Ah, if they only knew... Still grinning, Amy looked Leela up and down. She had ceased her struggles, trying to keep still, but was still panting through her nose. Amy reached over and gently stroked her flattened belly, making her flinch again. “Oh no, Leela, you’re not getting away with standing still. You’re going to give all those horny guys out there a really nice show…” Amy said with a playful tone to her voice. She removed the crop from her belt, and began to walk slowly around Leela’s spread body, speaking loudly so she could hear her. “Now, let’s see…” she pondered. “You thoroughly embarrassed me last night… you violated the speaking rule multiple times in the bedroom… that job on the kitchen floor was just pitiful… AND you damned near strangled me! I think an even fifty should cover it…” “MMMFF! NNN! MMMFFF!” Leela protested, and was rewarded with the first loud SMACK! on her ass. “Oh, shut up,” Amy chided. “You’ve had worse. You can still submit to me, Leela. All

42 you have to do is say, ‘mercy’.” Amy began to follow the plan she had laid out, after realizing the huge error she nearly made last night. She did not want to damage Leela, but by all that was holy, she would be so humiliated by this. Every so often she would smack the crop on her rear, but mainly she was sliding the leather flap over her body, not to tease her, but to make her acutely aware of how bare and helpless she was. And then there were the taunts. “Look, Leela! There’s some guys in a flyer with a video camera!” “Oh, and there’s a whole news team!” “Damn, where’s my camera? You look so totally hot!” Leela was in absolute misery. Pain was one thing, but being displayed like this before the whole city cut her to the core. If it was only one or two people, she could have held on and borne this demeaning treatment. But now, her sense of self-worth had almost gone, and she was nothing but a nameless object being beaten. Then Amy said something that threw her over the edge. “I think I’ll send a copy of this to Fry. He’s always wanted to see you naked. Now you’re naked and dancing, I’m sure that it will turn him on even more. Whaddaya think?” Amy continued to taunt. Leela started sobbing. She could live with being submissive to Amy, she couldn’t live with being belittled in front of Fry. Even though it was muffled, it was a definite ‘Please stop! Mercy!’. She sobbed ‘mercy’ at least a dozen times before her body stopped struggling and hung limply from the suspension. Amy stopped in mid-slash. She couldn’t believe what she had heard - Leela was actually submitting, after only about a dozen strokes. With trembling fingers, she closed the curtains and pushed the buttons on the remote control to lower her down, stopping the hoist when her toes touched the floor. Reaching behind Leela’s head, Amy untied the leather hood and eased it off. Leela’s entire face was red and moist, matted purple hair sticking to her skin, from sweat or tears, it was impossible to tell. Her eye was closed, and every breath out seemed to be a choking sob. Amy reached behind her to remove the ballgag, and when it popped free Leela did not react at all, apart from her sobbing getting louder. She slowly opened her eye, managing to perceive Amy through her pain and tear-blurred vision. She could deal with a lot more pain than what Amy had just dealt her, but the thought of Fry seeing her being whipped... Standing in front of Leela with her hands on her hips, Amy asked with wonderment in her voice, “Are you serious? You’re submitting? Totally?” “Yes, Ms. Wong. I give up,” Leela replied in a sobbing whisper. “Very good!” Amy snapped back. “It’s about time you saw the light.” “I’m yours... I’ll do anything you want... I won’t try to get away... I won’t fight back...” Leela said with a forced whisper before breaking down with another sob. Then regaining some composure, she added “Amy-uh, Ms. Wong... please leave Fry out of this. P-please.” Amy knew that Leela must have seen the look of surprise that crossed her face. Fry was her breaking point? She thought that Leela hated him. She was always yelling, hitting and belittling him in front of the Planet Express crew. Why should she care about what Fry thought? “So if I let you down, you won’t try to get away? You won’t try to overpower me. You’ll do whatever I say or let me do whatever I want to you. You’ll obey my rules. As long as I don’t involve Fry. Is that right?” Amy asked. “Y-yes,” was Leela’s answer. “All right. I promise that he’ll never hear or see anything about this, but we’re going to

43 talk about him later. Deal?” Amy countered. Seeing that she had no choice, Leela conceded with a nod, closing her eye. “Deal.” Amy walked back behind her, clipping the crop to her belt. She’d done it, Leela had submitted! She couldn’t stop grinning. She would have paid ten times the amount of the original bet to see the cyclops bought down like this. From another zipped pocket on her suit, she pulled forth a tiny spray-capped bottle, aimed it at the cyclops’ striped rear and pressed the trigger, and a white spray hissed over the abused skin. “Ohhhhhh...” Leela gasped, her body arching. It was a cry of relief, not pain. “This is a painkiller and antiseptic,” Amy explained. “I’m going to let you down and let you sleep, all right? You have two hours, then you’re going to get that forced pleasure.” Leela was too exhausted to resist as Amy removed her bonds and practically dragged her to the satin- covered bed, snapped her collar to one of the holding chains, and pulled the covers up over her. “See you in a couple of hours,” Amy said as she left the room and closed the door. Leela lay in the bed stoically until Amy had left, then broke down in tears, crying harder than she had ever cried in her adult life. She couldn’t believe that she had given in. Everything that was special about Turanga Leela now meant nothing. She now felt as worthless as when the kids at the orphanarium use to gang up and call her names. It took about ten minutes for her to stop, then she used the comforter to wipe the tears from her face. She would be submissive to Amy and pay off her debt - she would do anything, no matter humiliating, until seven in the morning. Then she would just deal professionally with Amy at work. She wouldn’t make her life miserable, she would just treat her like Leela treated everyone else that viewed her as an inhuman object instead of a person. Amy would become a non-entity in her eye. The only person who treated Leela as not only a person, but as a special person, was Fry. He had almost sacrificed his life for her. He had braved going into the sewers under penalty of death in keeping her from killing her parents. He was always there for her no matter how badly she treated him. Leela closed her eye as fatigue set in. Did he feel like this after she berated him in front of others? She wanted nothing more than to call him and apologize - for everything. For not loving him back, for yelling at him, for having so little patience with him. She cried a little more, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

“Wake up, it’s time for your bath,” Leela vaguely heard. She decided to ignore it and snuggled harder in the soft bed. “Leela, wake up!” she heard again. She was so tired that she slurred, “Gimme five more minutes.” She heard a chuckle before the blanket was pulled off of her. The cooler air hit her naked body, shocking her awake. She looked around, seeing Amy standing at the foot of the bed. It took a moment for the scene to register. Amy wasn’t wearing her leather jumpsuit - she wasn’t wearing anything! Then everything started flooding back to her memory - the weekend, the bondage, the croppings, her submission. “Oh lord, I didn’t dream that, did I…” she thought. She felt a lump in her throat and a hollow feeling in her stomach - she felt less than worthless. Nonetheless, she had submitted and her word was good, she would live up to her obligation. “Uh, Ms. Wong, I don’t know what you have in mind, but I’m not a lesbian...” Leela started, not being able to think of pleasuring Amy again like she had last year. “Smeesh! I’ve already told you that I’m not either,” Amy sighed. “We’re just going to take a nice, long relaxing bath. After the bath, I’m gonna fix you up with some makeup like last night, then we’re going shopping. If you’re obedient, I’ll even get us massages after supper. I’m

44 sure those aching muscles can use it.” “I guess. I am sore. Amy... Ms Wong, did I really submit earlier?” Leela haltingly asked. “You did. Do you plan to live up to it?” Amy asked. Leela bowed her head. “Yes. I belong to you, I’ll do as you say, as long as you don’t threaten me with Fry. As long as he never hears...” Leela voice trailed off. “...as long as he never hears about this weekend. That’s the deal,” Amy finished. She then reached over and unfastened the chain connecting Leela’s collar to the wall. “C’mon, let’s take that bath.” Surprised but grateful that Amy hadn’t handcuffed her again, Leela reveled in her freedom. She stretched as she got off the bed, rolling her shoulders as she walked to the bathroom, blushing a little as she felt the cool air against her now bare crotch. She saw Amy adjusting the water in the bathtub when she walked into the bathroom. Again, there was a bottle of vintage champagne at the head of the tub and the scent of various expensive bath soaps and oils. Leela stepped into the tub and sat down, allowing the warm water to ease her sore, cramped muscles. She accepted the glass of champagne from Amy and took it down in three gulps, and didn’t resist as Amy gently soaped her up and washed her with a soft sponge, then gently washed her hair with expensive shampoo and conditioners. “Ms. Wong, aren’t you afraid that I’ll overpower you? I’m not restrained,” Leela asked. “You won’t because you gave me your word,” Amy replied. “That’s more binding than the strongest chains that I can buy. That’s one of the things that I admire about you, Leela. You’ve never broken your word to anybody,” Amy softly explained as she rinsed soap suds off Leela’s body. Leela was shocked. Amy admired something about her? Amy was always making catty comments about her appearance, foot odor, foot size, attire, always belittling her in some way. But even hearing this did nothing to restore any of her self-respect. When Amy offered another glass of champagne, she quickly accepted. Then Amy turned the water jets on, and the massaging action, along with the alcohol, began to make Leela relax. She was ashamed that she submitted, but at least she wasn’t being tied up, being displayed in front of a bunch of perverts and now was getting some relief from hours of bondage. As long as Fry never found out, she could live with whatever Amy dished out. She drank a third glass of champagne, relaxing with her eye closed. She felt like she could sleep in the tub for hours. “Hey, Leela, I have a surprise for you…” Amy said, smiling widely as Leela opened her eye. “Kneel here, in the middle,” Amy continued as she pointed, indicating the center of the huge tub. “What for?” Leela questioned. She was getting nicely fuzzy now, the champagne was taking effect. “Never mind why, just do it,” Amy replied, smirking. Leela shrugged and obeyed, drifting over and kneeling in the middle of all the bubbly water. What was Amy up to? Facing away from her, she didn’t see Amy’s smirk as she reached to the side of the tub and twisted one of the controls… Leela gasped in surprise, her eye snapping open. Another water jet started up, one that was strategically positioned at a very sensitive part of her body. She was about to move when she felt Amy’s hands on her shoulders, holding her in place. Looking around, she saw Amy sitting behind her. “Shhhh! Be quiet and relax - you deserve this,” Amy gently coaxed her. ‘Oh god, Amy’s going to make me climax in the tub?!?’ Leela thought, suddenly feeling

45 like a cheap slut. She hadn’t been with a man since the encounter with Zapp last year. “No - wait - I - uhhh…” she started, giving one last token resistance. “Leela, you submitted. You said anything. Don’t fight, just enjoy,” Amy admonished, placing more pressure on Leela’s shoulders. Leela’s body took over. It wanted this. There had been so much sexuality present for the entire weekend, and she hadn’t felt the smallest piece of arousal. The image of the last desirable male she had seen - which happened to be Master Lew - popped into her head. Tall, strong, and muscular… but then the mental picture morphed into the man who was closest to her… Philip J. Fry. A lean, powerful, handsome Fry, when he still was infested with those parasites. Not for the first time, Leela started to fantasize about what might have happened if he had not dashed out of her bedroom that night. In her mind, her hands slowly slipped off his jacket and shirt, and his slid off her negligee. Then he began to gently kiss and caress her body… Amy smiled as she heard Leela’s breathing deepen, and as her hands reached up and cupped her own breasts. ‘That’s right, honey, enjoy it…’ she thought. Leela’s imagination was working overtime, the water jet against her most sensitive area making the fantasy as real as it could be. Fry not only accepted the gift of her body, he responded with passion, and just as important, patience. She climbed higher and higher on the pillar of desire, until the arching of her back shifted her ever so slightly - and the water stream hit a different spot, which pushed her over the edge. Gasping for breath, Leela stiffened as she climaxed, her screams of ecstasy almost enough to overpower the soundproofing of the apartment. Another slight movement caused another shift, and she felt another wave of pleasure hit her. Panting deeply, Leela shifted herself off the water jet, to sit against the side of the bathtub. She couldn’t tell if it was water vapor running down her face, or perspiration. Her panting lessened as she came down from her high, sitting in the tub with her eye closed, partly out of sexual release, partly out of embarrassment of doing so in front of Amy. Amy slid next to Leela, smiling widely. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” she asked. “Don’t be ashamed - why do you think I had that water jet installed? I’ve no idea how many times it’s made me come…” “Uhhhh…” Leela answered as she nodded. She continued to keep her eye closed as she tried to slow her breathing. “It doesn’t have to be that way, you know,” Amy softly whispered in Leela’s ear. “You’re such a beautiful woman. I wish that I was as beautiful as you.” She gracefully slid out the tub and started to towel herself dry. “You can stay here for another few minutes, then come to my room. I have something for you to wear as we shop.” Leela opened her eye and squinted at Amy. “Relax, it’s a nice outfit,” Amy chuckled. “We’re buying you some decent makeup and clothes. When I’m finished with you, you’re going to have to carry a stick to keep all the guys away from you,” Amy said as she finished drying off and padded out of the bathroom. ‘Great, she’s gonna dress me up like some teenage tease,’ Leela cynically thought as she relaxed in the tub. Seeing the champagne bottle, she picked it up and drained the rest of the champagne straight from the bottle into her mouth. “Might as well be comfortably numb for this...”

After sitting in the tub another ten minutes and enjoying the buzz from the champagne, Amy called for Leela to join her in the master bedroom. “Great, time to be humiliated again, in front of the entire city,” Leela thought as she got

46 out of the tub. Toweling herself dry with the softest towel she had ever held, she felt a another tinge of envy of Amy’s privileged lifestyle. ‘I’ve worked my ass off my entire life and I have almost nothing to show for it, and she has had everything given to her. I know life isn’t fair, but I’d like to get a lucky break occasionally…’ Leela’s cynical thoughts intensified when she touched her neck and felt the damnable collar. ‘I’m like a pet to her, not even human.’ Walking into the bedroom wearing the towel around her, Leela thought about giving Amy a piece of her mind, when she remembered giving her word to be submissive. Containing her anger, she had forced a smile by the time Amy turned around. Amy had already put on underwear and a bra and was brushing her hair. “The closet to your right, it has several outfits your size. Pick one out,” Amy commanded. “Yes ma’am,” Leela responded with a fake happiness as she walked to the closet. Sliding the door open, she saw some of the finest clothes made. Name brands. High-quality material. Designs seen on fashion walkways. Clothes she could never afford on her own. “Amy... I... I can wear anything in here?” Leela asked, flabbergasted. “Of course, silly. Everything in there is now yours, too. And it’s Ms. Wong, remember?” Amy gently replied. “Sorry. Ms. Wong. I can’t believe this - you’re giving me these clothes? Why?” “Because it’s not fair that you’ve worked so hard and had such hard luck. Because not everybody is out to hurt you,” Amy replied. “And because I want you to like me,” she added, her voice almost a whisper. “It… would be a lot easier to like you if I weren’t collared like a pet,” Leela responded, her voice quivering slightly. “All right, you’ve given me your word, now. I’ll take it off,” Amy said as she motioned for Leela to sit in the makeup chair. Complying, Leela sat down so that Amy could easily reach the lock and buckle. She felt Amy’s small hands unlock the padlock and then undo the buckle, then felt the collar come off. Leela reached up and massaged her neck as Amy threw the collar onto the bed. “I’ll never raise a hand to hurt you again. I may tie you up, but it won’t be anything as severe as earlier,” Amy said. Leela turned and stared at her, and Amy knew that Leela didn’t trust her. She felt a twinge of shame. In breaking Leela’s resolve, she might have gone too far, and was worried that she may have destroyed the friendship between them. Now was the time to start mending that rift, if possible. Holding her right hand up, palm forward, Amy continued, “I promise. I’ll never hurt you again.” After staring at Amy for a few seconds, Leela stood up and walked to the closet. “Well, if we’re going shopping, I’d better get dressed.... Uh, Ms. Wong, do you have some underwear my size? Just call me old fashioned...” Amy broke into a huge smile - Leela was trusting her. “Sure, in the drawer at the bottom of the closet.” Leela picked out a tasteful pantsuit - brown pants and jacket with a white blouse. She found a matching pair of low heeled shoes - she really couldn’t wear anything with high heels now. Putting her new clothes on, she looked in the mirror and found that she really liked the fit of the clothing. “Wow, you look great! Time to fix your hair and makeup,” Amy said, sidling up beside her. “Let’s try something different - let your hair down and loose, and I’ll do the same makeup that I did last night. You were so frelling hot - you were gorgeous!”

47 “Uh, Ms. Wong, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m really uncomfortable when you, uhh, people tell me that I’m beautiful.” “Why?” “Because,” Leela muttered as she dropped her head, “It’s not true.” Amy stared at Leela dumbfounded. “Leela! You’re kidding! You may not be as cute as me, but you are beautiful. You’re different, with that one eye and all, but you’re still beautiful. Maybe if you relaxed and didn’t think that the world is out to get you, you’d see the same person that I see. That Fry sees.” Leela’s head snapped up when Amy mentioned Fry. Amy raised both hands up, palms out. “Hey, I’m not using him to get to you, but he has told me several times how beautiful he thinks you are,” Amy said quickly, then changing the conversation. “So what do you say that I do a quick makeup job on you, brush your hair and then go out?”

Forty-five minutes later the two women were at Alien Overlords Department Store. Amy lead the way enjoying spending outrageous amounts of money on clothes, makeup and anything else that she desired. Leela, having always lived on a budget was much more conservative in spending. Even when Amy said she was paying for everything, Leela didn’t want Amy’s pity and charity or be beholden to her. Leela had learned at a very early age that free things were rarely free. Amy was able to get Leela to buy some makeup and two nice outfits, fancy underwear and shoes. “Let’s get that massage now!” Amy enthusiastically squealed after paying for an hour’s shopping. Leela’s eye almost popped out her socket when she saw the total. She didn’t make that much money in a month. “Sure, why not? I still have some knots and kinks in my back and legs,” Leela replied, hoping that she would strike a chord of guilt in Amy for subjecting her to the strict bondages of the weekend. But Amy felt any such guilt, she didn’t show it. Walking to the health spa in the huge store, Leela expected to have to wait, but as soon as the receptionist saw Amy she took the pair straight to the back. They undressed in the changing rooms and entered a sauna for a few minutes, then were escorted to the massage tables, laying face down. Thin white sheets were draped over them by the attendants as they waited for their masseurs. They didn’t have to wait long, soon two well-built young men entered the room, both with blue eyes and blonde hair. “Sven, this is my friend, Captain Turanga,” Amy said, looking up as they entered. “She’s had a tough weekend, so work your magic on her, will you?” “Ja, Ms. Vong,” one of the young men replied, in a thick Swedish accent. He began by running his powerful fingers over Leela, from her neck to her feet, probing her muscles. “Hm, you haf good muscle tone, Capitan, but very stiff.” “It’s been a - stressful weekend,” Leela replied. “Ja, I see. Vell, you no vorry pretty purple head. Sven shall fix!” And he did. The massage was one of the best that Leela had ever experienced. Sven worked the knots and kinks out of her body and made her feel like a limp washrag. It was not without some pain, but as soon as all the major knots were removed, she began to feel much better. ‘Amy introduced me as Captain Turanga, not Leela,’ she suddenly thought. ‘Why did she do that?’ Putting the notion aside for now, she decided to just enjoy the massage and not clutter her mind with things that she could think about later. Her debt to Amy would be over in the morning.

48 After it was over, Leela almost had to peel herself off the table. A glance at Amy confirmed she was feeling pretty much the same way. “Sven’s great, isn’t he?” she asked, and Leela had to nod in reply. They both headed back to the sauna for a while, although Amy did fuss a little that their makeup would have to be fixed, and after a shower, led the way into the cloakroom to do so. Leela wasn’t bothered that much, but Amy insisted, so she had to go along. It turned out she was grateful she had, as Amy then led the way to one of the finest restaurants in the whole city. Leela had never been taken to a place as nice on a date. Of course there was a table for them when the hostess saw it was Amy Wong, even though she did take more than a few suspicious looks at Leela’s eye. Within seconds they were seated at a table towards the back, fairly isolated from the rest of the establishment. The waiter appeared within seconds. “Drink order, ladies?” “Yes, two Martian Sours, please,” Amy replied. Leela made a face when she heard the order. Before the waiter could leave, she asked, “Excuse me, could I change my drink to just a beer? Ms. Wong?” “A Martian Sour and a beer, then,” Amy replied. “Very good, ma’am,” the waiter replied as he left, and Amy looked at Leela with a surprised expression. “I’m sorry, Ms. Wong,” Leela apologized. “I just can’t drink sour drinks. My sense of smell and taste are more acute than a normal person’s,” she explained. “Oh. I didn’t know that. So can you eat anything on the menu? Do we need to go somewhere else?” Amy asked with legitimate concern in her voice. “No, no. The food will be okay,” Leela replied. “I’ve known you for six years and I didn’t know that...” Amy sighed. “Yeah, Fry’s the only person who does. He even will eat the more obnoxious stuff that Bender cooks to protect my sense of taste,” Leela answered smugly. “Wow! Now that’s a friend. I’ve never had a friend that would do that for me,” Amy replied in awe. “I... guess that he is kinda special,” Leela replied with a faraway tone to her voice. Suddenly deciding to change the subject, she asked, “Umm… if I can ask… what’s with the new lifestyle, Ms. Wong? What drove you to this dominant-submissive stuff? After what happened to us last year...” Amy didn’t reply immediately as the waiter appeared again with their drinks and took their food orders. After he had gone, she sighed and took a deep breath. “Y’know, I don’t really know,” she responded. “I’ll admit that I got some kind of thrill from being dominated, and in joining the club I knew it was under controlled circumstances, so I could quit anytime I wanted. I could let myself go and not feel guilty.” “So why did you bring me into it? The way you did? I had no say in it,” Leela asked. “You were never in any danger. I always had my eyes on you, or I had Lady Anastasia stay with you. Everything I did to you was more psychological than physically damaging,” Amy explained while avoiding eye contact with Leela. “But why?” Leela continued. “I’ve already told you. I wanted you to see me as an equal, not a kid,” Amy continued. “I know that my life has been easy in a lot of ways, but instead of being an useless rich heiress, I earned a degree in Space Engineering. I work at Planet Express because I like it there, and I get to travel around the galaxy. The Professor appreciates me. My parents may be rich, but I was more of a possession to them than a child.” She paused, looking down at the table. “Do you

49 know that my parents have never told me that they love me? I look up to you, but you never seem to notice me unless you’re mad about something. Which seems to be most of the time...” Leela was stunned. She always thought that Amy had a charmed existence. Money, possessions, things that Leela never had. But Leela did have something that Amy didn’t - self- reliance. Looking back over the past six years, she did see where she had lashed out in anger or irritation at Amy. And Fry. And Bender - oh hell, he deserved it, the kleptomaniacal garbage can. Reaching her hand over to Amy’s, she squeezed it. Amy looked up with surprise. Remembering Lady Anastasia’s comment about Amy seeking approval from a father figure, Leela did feel a little pity for Amy - for her parents to never tell her that they loved her was enough for Leela to temporarily put her anger about the weekend’s events on hold. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in myself I didn’t realize what I was doing. I guess that I’ve always been a little jealous of you. I see now that I don’t have the market cornered on loneliness and misery,” Leela said with true empathy in her voice. A huge grin broke out on Amy’s face. “Apology accepted. Now, we’re going to talk about Fry...” Leela’s expression darkened and she took her hand away from Amy’s. “Hey, that was part of the deal, I said we were going to talk about him,” Amy said, lifting up her hands. “That’s all, we’re talking. He’ll never see those video files - I’ll erase them when we get back home. You’re not being blackmailed, but we are talking about him,” Amy said using her authoritative voice. “Now, it’s apparent that you do like him. He’s proven several times that he wants more from you than getting into your pants. Why are you so hard on him? He talks to me, and he tells me how much it hurts when you chew him out in front of all of us.” Thinking about walking out but remembering the embarrassing videos of her that were still on Amy’s server, Leela decided to bite the bullet and talk. “You’re right,” she muttered. “I like him. A lot. I may even love him, but it won’t work out...” Surprised by this admission, Amy asked, “Why? How do you know if you don’t take a chance?” Looking eye to eyes with Amy, tears starting to form, Leela explained, “Amy, I’m thirty- one years old. I want children, and I need a man capable of being a husband and a father, and being able to provide for a family. As good-hearted as he is, Fry just isn’t capable of that.” “So, why are you so hard on him?” Amy shot back. “Why do you yell at him and hit him? He can do some silly things, but he doesn’t deserve some of the things that you say to him. Think of what I did to you this weekend. You’ve given him the same heartache in the past six years, but he still loves you,” Amy pressed. “Because he does have potential, but when he does something stupid, or is being lazy, or is being led astray by Bender - it just infuriates me,” Leela said in a low voice. “When I think about having somebody that I care about but he’s so oblivious to my needs, I do things. Things that I regret...” It was Amy’s turn to reach over and squeeze Leela’s hand. “Talk to him, tell him just what you told me. Give him a chance to prove that he can change. Smeesh, he threw himself in front of an enraged space bee for you. Even then you both almost died. He never left your side for two weeks, even after the doctors said you would never wake up. Somebody who will do all that deserves a chance,” Amy implored. “I suppose so,” Leela continued, leaning her forehead on her right hand. “I’m not good at sharing my feelings. What if he doesn’t want to change? What if he gets tired of me? What if he gets scared when I tell him about wanting children?” she said, dejectedly.

50 “So? Then you know to move on. At least both of you gave it a chance.” “Our relationship is... complicated,” Leela admitted, her left hand joining the right as a headrest. “He’s the best friend I’ve ever had… and… I couldn’t stand to lose that friendship. Did you know that my eye has never bothered him? He was surprised when he first saw me, but he thought it was cool. Me being a mutant means nothing to him. I can ask him anything and he’ll do it expecting nothing in return. That’s something special that I don’t want to lose,” Leela explained. “So you’re going to be miserable to avoid being miserable? That’s stupid!” Amy admonished her. “I’m giving you one more command, Leela. You will talk to him sometime this week - really talk to him. This way, you have no choice, you can’t back out,” Amy commanded as she crossed her arms in front of her. “Well, I can get it over with at least,” Leela sighed. “I have been in… in a holding pattern for the past six years, so maybe it will be best to go ahead and find out if we can work it out - or not...” Leela spoke softly, still looking down at the table. Raising her eye and looking at Amy, her voice suddenly stronger, “You know… as perverted as this is to say, maybe I needed to have somebody beat some sense into me. At least this way my life can start moving. I don’t want to grow old and die alone.” “You won’t. I know you hate to hear it, but you’re too beautiful a person to stay single,” Amy said in a gentle tone. Leela looked back at her, not knowing what to think. She didn’t know whether to get up and hug her friend for the honest, heart-to-heart talk about where her life would be heading - or leap over the table and beat her to a bloody pulp for all the pain she had put her through. In the end, she just changed the subject. “Ms. Wong - why did introduce me as Captain Turanga back at the spa? I thought I was supposed to be a total submissive, to be ridiculed at every chance.” “That’s between us, Leela,” Amy replied. “Everywhere else, you’re Captain Turanga. It’s your job and your title - you’ve earned it, so use it. And now, if we can get you to dress more stylishly at work… really, stretch pants and tank tops for a thirty year old woman looking for a man? It’s far too casual,” Amy chastised. “But it’s comfortable, easy to maintain, and practical,” Leela defended. “You can be stylish, comfortable, and practical all at the same time,” Amy shot back. “You said it yourself - you’re stuck in a rut, so it’s time to break out of it. Look at what you’re wearing now - you can wear that to work. When people see you dressed that way they’ll know you’re the Captain and not the delivery staff.” She looked up, seeing the waiter approaching again with their orders. “Now, let’s eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!” The waiter served them elegantly, and they both ate in silence, in deep thought of the conversation that they just had.

Amy and Leela got back to Amy’s apartment late Sunday night. Leela was still rather angry about the entire weekend. She resented that she had given in to, of all people, Amy. Still, Amy was treating well now - demanding that people around Leela call her Captain Turanga and she didn’t treat Leela like a submissive in public. Amy had bought her nice clothes and makeup. Even more importantly, Amy had listened about her insecurity about pursuing a more intimate relationship with Fry. The little Martian really had matured over the past year and did deserve to be treated as an adult. Leela didn’t know whether to strangle Amy after her debt was paid or just injure her slightly.

51 “Ah, home,” Amy said lightly, tossing her purse onto the coffee table. “Watcha wanna do? Watch TV, cruise the virtual-net, have a few drinks?” Amy asked. “I dunno. Do you have more games to play with me? You still ‘own’ me for ten more hours,” Leela said with a bit more sarcasm than she intended. Feeling guilty that Leela felt that way, Amy answered, “No, no more games. I got what I wanted. I got you to listen to me. That’s all I ever really wanted.” “That’s all you wanted? You know, you could have come to me and said, ‘Hey Leela, I want to talk to you’?” Leela replied even more sarcastically. “I could have, but would you have listened to me? Would you have taken me seriously?” Amy responded with a bit of anger in her voice. Thinking for a few seconds, Leela finally said with a resigned tone, “No, probably not. Still, it’s still hard to accept what has happened over the past couple of days...” Amy walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote and turned the TV/Stellar-Net monitor on. Without saying a word, as Leela watched, she deleted the e-mail and the whole directory of video files containing Leela’s weekend of humiliation. Pulling a holo-memory chip out of the keyboard, she then walked back to Leela and extended her hand, holding it out for Leela to take. Leela looked at the glassine chip, locked eyes with Amy, and took it. “I’ve deleted the recording, and that’s the only copy. Do with it as you please. It will never haunt you, and Fry will never find out,” Amy said nervously. “He still might,” Leela said, her head down. “What about all those recordings of me through the window? They’re probably all over interstellar space by now...” “Oh, Leela...” Amy said, grinning as she moved to the picture window and opened the curtains. The scene of New New York at night was viewable beyond. “This is mirror glass,” she continued, tapping a knuckle on the window surface. “Trust me, nobody saw a thing...” Her grin died as she turned back to Leela. The cyclops was wearing an expression of stunned realization, which quickly turned into barely controlled anger. Amy gulped, loudly. She no longer had any control over Leela. There was no shock collar to paralyze her, and without the videos, no blackmail items. Multiple thoughts went through Leela’s mind in a few seconds - most had to do with subjecting Amy to tremendous bodily injury. Nobody else had seen her spread-eagled and naked. Amy had been lying about the whole city looking in the window. Leela’s anger flared like a volcano - or was it a supernova - but she held it back. Closing her eye and taking a deep breath, she grasped the chip with all her strength, then dropped it to the floor and shattered it with her heeled shoe. It took a few seconds before she was able to speak. “Amy... I really want to kill you for what you’ve done to me, but I won’t,” Leela said in a strained whisper. “It’ll be a long time before I’ll be able to forgive you or forget it. I don’t have much, but I’ve always had my pride, and you took it from me. You took the only real thing that I’ve ever had.” “I know. I’m so sorry,” Amy muttered, looking small in front of Leela. “When you submitted, I felt like it was the greatest thing I ever did. Now, I wish I could take it back. But I can’t...” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m releasing you from your obligation. Your debt is paid in full. You’re welcome to stay here tonight... if you want...” At that moment, the doorbell rang. Amy pressed the remote to activate the camera on the other side of the door. Standing outside were Master Lew and Lady Anastasia. Amy suddenly turned pale as she gasped in fear. “Ohmigod, they’re here to kick me out of the club!” she squeaked. Looking at Leela, she saw no sympathy coming from the cyclops. Swallowing hard,

52 Amy pressed another button on the remote and the door opened. “Master Lew, Lady Anastasia, welcome to my humble home,” Amy said in a weak voice as she walked to meet them. Lady Anastasia ignored Amy, not even acknowledging her, walking straight to Leela. The two women stared at each other a few seconds before Anastasia asked, “Are you all right, Leela?” “Yes, yes I am,” Leela replied, starting to choke up. This woman did care about her. Her compassion wasn’t fake. The fact that somebody could care for her so deeply knowing that she was a mutant really made her feel good about herself. Then Leela surprised herself, she reached out and gave Anastasia a long, firm hug. “Amy,” Master Lew’s booming voice reverberating throughout the apartment, “I’m here to speak to you about your conduct this weekend. It has come to my attention that you bought Leela to the Hellfire Club against her wishes, that you forced her into bondage without giving her a safeword, and that you didn’t explain that the sub has complete control of the scene. What do you have to say to that?” Looking at the floor, Amy meekly said, “I’m sorry. I’m guilty. If you have to kick me out the club, I understand. Actually, that’s not the worse thing that can happen… it already has. Leela and I aren’t friends anymore, so losing my membership can’t hurt any worse.” Leela blinked. Amy was upset about losing her friendship. Leela looked at Amy, then at Anastasia, then at Lew. Despite the fact that he was staring down at Amy, arms crossed and successfully intimidating her, Leela walked straight up to him. “Wait! What happened between Amy and me was between us. The only reasons that she did this was to get me to notice her and to get your respect,” Leela spoke forcefully as Lew looked at her. “Yeah, that’s right. Amy wants your respect. All right, she went overboard, but when you want something so bad - sometimes you do stupid things. Trust me, I know.” Looking at Leela from head to toe before speaking, Lew asked, “What do you propose? We can’t let such behavior go unpunished. She still has much to learn.” “Then give her the chance to learn. As for the punishment...” Leela’s voice halted for a moment. “Amy, do you want for us to be able to call things even - that tomorrow morning when we go to work it’ll be as if nothing happened?” Amy’s head snapped up with surprise, “Gluh, can we? I’ll do anything!” Leela’s eye narrowed. “Anything? Be careful, Amy. If you agree to what I propose, then we can be friends, if not...” “Leela, I’ll do anything. Really. I just want us to be friends again,” Amy pleaded. “All right...” Leela replied, then turned back to Lew. “I was the one that Amy took liberties with, so I should be the one to punish her. But she keeps her membership, and Lady Anastasia gets no disciplinary action taken against her for releasing me last night.” Both hands on his hips, Lew thought for a few seconds, then looked at Amy. “Do you consent to these terms? If you do, you can keep your membership, but on a probationary basis. You’ll have to be on your best behavior for six months, then we’ll re-evaluate you.” “Leela - gets to - punish me?” Amy squeaked, feeling real fear. She knew how strong the cyclops was, what if she lost control? Amy glanced nervously at Leela. Her expression was undecipherable - what was she thinking? “Lady Anastasia and I will be witnesses as you receive your punishment, and to keep Leela under control, if needed,” Lew continued. “It will happen in the manner as any discipline, in line with our standard rules. But if you safeword out, I will be very disappointed.” ‘Thank you, Holy Bhudda,’ Amy thought. Even though it would be embarrassing for Lew

53 and Anastasia to be witnesses, having somebody able to control an angry Leela was the answer to her prayers... Still, she owed Leela. Bigtime. This would not be pleasant, but at least she could keep the membership that meant so much to her. And would still be friends with Leela afterwards, which meant even more. “I... I... accept the terms...” Amy finally managed to stammer. “Then it’s set. We’ll drive to the Hellfire Club,” Lew announced. “Dear Lady, if you’ll take Amy, I wish to speak to Ms. Turanga for a few minutes,” Master Lew politely asked to Anastasia. “Certainly. Precede me, Amy,” Lady Anastasia responded with a coldness to her voice that Leela hadn’t heard from her before. Amy dropped her head and slowly walked out the door, as if she was going to her execution, with the Lady closely following. Both Leela and Master Lew watched in silence until the door closed behind them. Taking a deep breath as he made eye contact with Leela, Master Lew started speaking with a low, controlled and soothing voice. “Ms. Turanga, on behalf of the Hellfire Club, and myself, I apologize for what has happened to you this weekend. What Amy did to you was wrong and we don’t condone coercive tactics - everything done in our club is voluntary. The submissive holds the true power, when they say stop, everything stops. Amy violated that rule. I was not aware of this until Lady Anastasia contacted me this evening.” He paused for a moment and resumed while watching Leela’s body language, “Lady Anastasia is very upset with Amy. She feels that you’re a very special person and Amy has abused your friendship. The Lady is a very forgiving and understanding person, but Amy has committed a horrible crime in her eyes, and will get no comfort or sympathy from her tonight. Nor from me.” Believing every word that Lew had said, Leela began to relax her guard for the first time since yesterday morning. “Thank you for coming to rescue me. Amy had just released me from my obligation to her… but... if you hadn’t given me this chance to even the score, she and I could never be friends again. There will still be some... problems between us for a long time,” Leela said as her gaze shifted to the floor. “I have a hard time forgiving people. Most of my life I’ve been hurt by others - Amy and I have had problems with each other before, but for her to do all of this to me...” “Ms. Turanga...” Master Lew started. “Please - Leela,” Leela corrected as she looked up, smiling slightly. Master Lew responded with a huge smile breaking out on his face. “Then call me Allan. As for getting even with Amy… I’ll allow you to punish her, but only to a certain degree. You will leave no marks on her, you will do nothing to her that will require medical treatment, and if you start to lose control, I will stop you.” Noticing the defiant glare in Leela’s eye, he continued, “I said Amy’s punishment will happen in accordance with our rules. You will obey these rules, or it will not happen. Is that clear?” Leela locked her eye with his. Amy didn’t deserve to be protected by any rule system, she deserved the same pain she had inflicted this weekend. And then there was the humiliation. But Lew wasn’t about to back down, she saw. His place, his rules. This was the only method she would be able to get back at Amy. Eventually, she silently nodded her head. Then something else came to mind. “For all your talk about your club and its rules, what about Sternn?” Leela cried. “The man’s a psychopath! He was going to drip hot wax on me, even after I said no. Hell, he was going to take me out and rape me. He threatened to whip me if I resisted! How can you allow him to stay around?” Leela asked angrily.

54 “Leela, I make no defense for that man,” Lew replied, holding his hands up. “However after you forcefully refused his advances last night in front of the entire club, and his repulsive treatment of you, the committee, as requested by me, has discharged him with prejudice. He can never enter the doors of the Hellfire Club ever again. I only regret that we can’t revoke his asylum and send him back to the First Federation,” Lew said in his cool, controlled voice. Leela sighed. “Well, it’s something,” she said with her anger slowly dissipating. Another opportunity to wallop Sternn would put a cap on the evening, not to mention be a chance to cut loose and beat the crap out of something. Reaching out and placing his large right hand on her left shoulder, Lew said with a mischievous tone, “You know, Amy has all kinds of ‘toys’ in her bondage room closet. Perhaps it is time for her to be punished with her own equipment. And it will be important for her to know that.” A broad smile breaking out across her face, Leela responded with an enthusiastic ‘Yeah!” then squinting her eye and changing her tone. “Hey, how do you know about that room?” “Who do you think helped her build and stock it?” Lew answered matter-of-factly. “Now, don’t be embarrassed, but tell me exactly what Amy has done to you this weekend...” asking as he turned and walked towards the bondage room. “Well, first of all, she made me wear this really slutty French Maid’s dress...” Leela answered as she followed.

Leela and Master Lew entered the Hellfire Club at precisely 11:15. Lew was wearing his usual leather vest and pants, Leela was covered in the same black cloak that she had worn yesterday, secured at the neck, but it was still dark enough to hide what she was wearing beneath. She was also carrying a large cloth bag. Almost every eye in the room turned towards them, but the patrons and members knew something was different. Leela was not restrained in any way, and was walking beside Master Lew, speaking to him as an equal, not as a submissive. The duo continued their conversation, ignoring the audience that they had attracted as they walked down one of the circular staircases, and then towards one of the closed doors underneath the club. Upon approaching the door, a bouncer exchanged a nod with Master Lew, and silently opened the door for them to enter, closing it as they passed through. On the ride to the club, Lew had given Leela pointers on Amy’s weak spots, her weakest point was being called a slut, as her promiscuous college years were something that she was now quite ashamed of. Even though she was a member of the Hellfire Club, she always made sure that people knew that sex was not part of the deal - she was loyal to Kif. This not only surprised Leela, but made her slightly more ashamed of the times that she had called Amy a tramp or a slut over the past few years. Lew also gave pointers of not showing weakness and that Amy deserved everything that Leela was going to give her. Leela had made a comment of being uneasy about putting the hood on Amy, considering that was the worst thing that Amy had done to her. Lew politely reminded her that Amy had done it to her, and she had survived without any negative affects. Since he knew Amy’s limits better than anybody, he would let Leela do as she pleased, but would let her know if she was exceeding Amy’s tolerance. As they entered, Leela looked around. The room was large, it had two large metal beams approximately six feet apart that reached from the floor to the ceiling, and the inside portions had a single rail with multiple anchor points. One whole wall was covered with different pieces of bondage equipment and assorted crops and whips. Some things Leela had no idea what their

55 function was, and she wasn’t really that interested in finding out. She had one hour to gain some sort of vengeance on Amy for subjecting her to thirty-six hours of forced humiliation, and by god, she was going to get the most out of that hour. Amy was kneeling in the center of the room, naked, with her hands in her lap and her head bowed. A very stern Lady Anastasia was standing over Amy, with a riding crop in her hand, eyes watching Amy like a hawk. Looking up as Lew and Leela stopped in front of them, she said, “Amy has something she wishes to say. You may speak now, Amy. ” “Leela, I took advantage of you. I deserve the punishment that you give me and I don’t deserve your friendship. Master Lew, I failed you as a member, and I… I... don’t deserve any mercy,” Amy said in a meek, quiet tone, never raising her head. “Look at me, Amy,” Leela commanded, her voice emotionless. The little Martian lifted her head, and Leela saw her face was streaked with tears. ‘Wow, whatever Lady Anastasia said to her, it must’ve been brutal!’ she thought, careful not to let any sympathy show. Leela reached up to the clasp holding her cloak shut, and she tossed the cloak away with a flourish. Amy’s eyes widened when she saw how Leela was dressed now - a dominatrix outfit, courtesy of Lady Anastasia. Dressed totally in black, Leela wore moderate heeled calf-length boots, black hose, and a black leather leotard, cut high at the thighs and cut low to show off Leela’s well-shaped breasts. The costume was capped off with black leather opera gloves, reaching past her elbows. Anastasia raised an eyebrow at the sight. ‘Outstanding! Leela looks better in that outfit than I do,’ she thought. Amy felt fear - the look on Leela’s face showed no hint of compassion or mercy. The costume made her look even more fearsome. Her fear was just beginning. Throwing the bag at Amy’s knees, Leela stepped forward, crouching so that she was at Amy’s eye level. Opening the bag, Leela started to taunt her. “Amy, dear, you have such a well- stocked bondage room, and Master Lew - oh, I mean Allan - did you know that’s his first name?” Amy felt a large lump form in her throat. Leela was on a first name basis with Master Lew? “Well, Allan and I decided that it would be poetic justice for you to get a taste of your own equipment. So...” Reaching into the bag, Leela pulled out a collar exactly like the one that Leela had worn earlier, except this one was sized for Amy’s neck and it had her name on the tag. Amy recognized it at once. It was her collar, the one that Master Lew had given to her to wear when she subbed for him. How had they managed to find it? “Put it on, you worthless slut,” Leela ordered with a snarl in her voice. Her hands shaking, Amy reached down, picked it up, and placed it around her neck. Before she could fasten it, Lady Anastasia grabbed the buckle straps and pulled them very snug. Amy heard the click of a lock being placed after the strap was buckled. “Why, thank you, Lady Anastasia. She looks so fetching, just wearing a collar, like a pet,” Leela taunted. “You’re welcome, and please, call me Elizabeth,” Lady Anastasia replied. Amy groaned. It was bad enough to have to be punished by Leela, but to have Master Lew and Lady Anastasia allow Leela to call them by their first names... she knew that she was in real trouble in the eyes of her masters. “Let’s see what else we can have her wear...” Leela said as she rummaged through the bag. “Aha!” she exclaimed as she pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. Amy cringed as Leela asked, “Master Lew, would you please apply these to her wrists and elbows?” “Of course. Amy, place your arms behind your back,” Master Lew said authoritatively.

56 Amy had no choice but to comply. In just seconds she felt the click as the cuffs encircled her wrists, the she felt the strain on her shoulders as her elbows were cuffed and locked into position. Amy looked at Leela, pleading for mercy with her eyes, but there was none to be given. Leela reached over and grabbed the front ring in Amy’s collar with her index finger, pulling her forward, until she was almost nose to nose with Leela. “You little bitch, you took my dignity away from me this weekend. You lied to me, you threatened me with Fry. Now I have fifty-five minutes to pay you back, and I’m just getting started,” Leela said in a strained whisper, her eye as cold as a cobra’s. Amy swallowed hard when she saw Leela pull a rubber-coated ring gag out of the bag. Leela silently handed it to Lady Anastasia, who promptly placed it in Amy’s mouth and buckled the strap tight. This ring gag was one and a half inches in diameter, just large enough to make Amy’s jaw stretch open uncomfortably, and she started drooling uncontrollably after just a few minutes, unable to swallow. “Now, those lovely little breasts need some attention,” Leela continued. “Elizabeth, would you…?” Anastasia smiled as she reached around Amy’s front, and began to softly caress her chest. Amy whimpered at the gentle touch, and her delicate nipples hardened almost immediately. Pulling a pair of nipple clamps connected by a short chain out of the bag, Leela applied them to Amy’s nipples, eliciting a squeal as each clamp sprung closed. Leela hadn’t taken the rubber covers off the clamps as had been done to her, but Amy was still squirming with pain. Pulling a leash out of the bag, Leela clipped it to Amy’s collar. Standing up and tugging on it, she forced Amy to stand and started walking towards the door. Amy started resisting, making ‘no!’ sounds through the ring gag, then she immediately heard a loud smack and felt her left butt cheek explode in pain. Looking around, she saw Master Lew with a crop in his massive hand. He was shaking his head, and Amy knew that more resistance would result in more cropping. Then the leash was jerked, and Amy found herself face to face with Leela. “Pay attention, slut,” Leela snarled. “You paraded me like a piece of meat through the club last night, so I feel that I should share the experience with you. Just think how proud that Inez and Leo Wong would be to know that their daughter is walking around bound and naked for a bunch of strangers to leer at. And Kif. Just how do you think that Kif would feel?” Leela asked with a vicious tone to her voice. “Y’know, this is the type of place that Zapp Brannigan would come to. If he sees you like this, maybe he’ll leave me alone and start stalking you.” Seeing that Leela was going to go through with this and she had no choice, Amy dropped her head as she felt Leela pull on the leash. They walked out the door and up the stairs into the main public area of the Hellfire Club, with Lew and Anastasia following. Amy blushed uncontrollably as she heard applauding and wolf-whistles. Leela led her onto the stage, into a bright spotlight. Amy kept her head down and eyes on the floor in shame - she had never been displayed like this, ever - she had always been clothed, even if barely. She was now in front of the entire club and she knew that she wouldn’t have either Master Lew or Lady Anastasia to rescue her. Leela requested a microphone be bought to her, and an attendant promptly bought one. All eyes in the club were focused at the spectacle on the stage. One of their members was standing strictly bound and naked, and beside her was a vixen-like cyclops dressed as a full Dom. Questions were being asked, who was this strange purple-haired woman? Wasn’t she a sub last night? Must be okay with Master Lew, he’s right there too... Scanning the crowd with a feeling of disgust towards the voyeurs, Leela spoke into the

57 small microphone. “Hellfire Club members, my name is Leela. This young lady is one of your members, Amy Wong. It is said that confession is good for the soul, so Amy, it’s time for you to confess.” Turning to face Amy, she continued, “Tell these wonderful people how both of us ended up here tonight, and don’t leave out too many details. Lift your head so that everybody can see your face,” Leela ordered as she removed the ring gag. Her face red with shame, Amy told the story in a halting voice, from winning the bet to cuffing Leela, holding Leela against her will, to the hooded cropping and the clandestine recording and mind games. The crowd was murmuring among itself when Leela spoke again. “I’m not a member here, and as a matter of fact, this isn’t my scene at all. But seeing as how Amy forced me here, I feel that it should be left to experts like yourselves to determine her fate. Mercy or punishment? It’s up to you.” Amy looked at Leela in horror - she knew the mindset of the crowd. They would love to see her punished - harshly! Her lips trembling, Amy squeaked out, “Please, Leela, don’t...” She felt the smack of the crop against her ass. Master Lew’s voice came from behind, “You have not been given permission to speak. Do so again and your cropping will be public, too.” “So, by applause. Mercy?” Leela asked. There was not a sound other than some murmuring. Looking around, nodding her head in approval, Leela then asked, “Well, then… punishment?” The crowd exploded into a roar of applause. An evil smile appeared on Leela’s face, and she turned towards Amy and looked into her fear-filled eyes. “Your peers have determined your fate. Your ass is mine!” Before Amy could respond, a gruff voice came from the crowd. “Stop everything! That mutant bitch and I have unfinished business.” Not being able to see far into the crowd because of the spotlight, Leela recognized the voice immediately. Sternn. Her adrenaline pumping, Leela now felt that she would have the release that she needed for all the anger and resentment that had festered over the past day and a half. Amy immediately knew the body language that Leela was showing - she was getting ready for a fight - the rigid posture, the foot placement, the squinted eye. Leela only took this pose when she was getting ready for a life or death battle. Amy, forgetting everything and feeling true fear said “Leela, no! You can’t fight him. Please, let’s leave.” Ignoring Amy, Leela turned to Lady Anastasia, and tossed her Amy’s leash. “Please take Amy back to the room and keep her safe. Release her if you have to. I have unfinished business.” Lady Anastasia looked at Leela when Master Lew calmly said, “Go ahead. Leela needs to do this. I’ll watch her back.” Against her better judgment, Lady Anastasia led Amy off the stage, all the while Amy was begging Leela not to fight Sternn... Sternn stomped onto the stage. Master Lew stepped between Leela and Sternn, holding his large right hand up as he started speaking, “Stop. You are no longer a member here. Leave or I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.” “You know that I always have an angle, Lew. Certain members of the committee have renewed my membership. You’d be amazed what thirty-five thousand zoolecks can buy. Now get out of my way! One-eye and I have a score to settle,” Sternn snarled, his face contorted with anger. Before he could react, Lew felt a small hand on his right shoulder, and Leela walked to his

58 side. She was not looking at him, her piercing gaze was fixed on Sternn. “If you’re sure…?” he said to her, and watched as Leela slowly nodded. Lew stepped back and crossed his arms, watching the two face off, ready to intervene if necessary… Sternn grinned widely, as he raised his fists. “Stupid bitch. You just made the biggest mistake of your life…” This would be easy. Slap her around a bit, then drag her off back to his place and continue what he had started last night. Except he wouldn’t stop with the hot wax… He started with his favorite combination, right jab, left jab, right hook. But wherever his fists arced or swished through the air, Leela’s head wasn’t. He saw her jump - and was catapulted backwards as her booted foot smashed into his chin. He landed hard, but his fury overcame the pain, and he rushed back at her, this time leading with a kick. Again the stage floor rushed up to meet him as Leela’s foot cracked against the side of his head. For the second time, Leela watched as Sternn crumpled. This time he stayed down a little longer, but she’d gotten in two good hits, and he was staggering. This was cutting into the time she had with Amy. Punishment time… retribution… then all the anger and frustration she had gone through that weekend seemed to bubble to the surface all at once, and Sternn was focal point. Nobody does that to Turanga Leela. She leapt towards him, taking several steps, gaining momentum… Sternn regained his feet just in time to see Leela starting towards him. He was still dazed, she seemed to be moving in slow motion as she departed from the ground and turned gracefully in mid-air. He saw the bottom of her boot, as it gradually got larger and larger… With a bone-jarring CRACK!, Sternn was knocked off his feet to land on the other side of the stage. Leela landed like a cat, still facing her opponent, but there was little point. Sternn was out cold. The roaring in her ears started to become distant, to be replaced with another kind of roar - applause. She blinked, once, twice, coming back to where she was. Someone was calling her name. It was Allan Lew. She turned, and saw him coming up beside her. Leela towered over Sternn’s battered and bruised body, slowly controlling her breathing. He had not managed to lay a finger on her. “I know that I speak for the Hellfire Club and the committee when I say that Leela deserves honorary membership with rank of full Dom, effective immediately,” Master Lew spoke into the mike, the crowd applauding its approval. Motioning for the bouncers, Lew told them, “Get Sternn out of here. He is never to step foot inside this club again, is that clear?” “Yes, sir!” one of them replied as Sternn was hoisted to his feet and dragged away. Leela slowly smiled as she absorbed the applause. It was the first time in her life that a crowd had accepted her and she was going to enjoy it.

It took another five minutes before Leela and Master Lew were able to get back to the room Amy was being kept. Lew and some of the bouncers were running interference for her, not letting the jubilant crowd get too close. When they finally got to the door, Lady Anastasia was waiting outside with another bouncer. “That was incredible, Leela. Amy said that you were a good fighter, but I never had any idea...” Anastasia said as she greeted them. “Before you go in,” she continued, turning to Leela and lowering her voice, “Before the fight started, Amy begged me to let her go so that she could help you fight Sternn. She wouldn’t have stood a chance, but she really wanted to help you. Please keep that in mind as you punish her. That’s no excuse for what she did to you this weekend, but she does care a lot about you.” Leela silently nodded her head. Although most of her anger had been spent on Sternn, she

59 would have to give Amy a taste of what she had done to her. “Elizabeth, I’m not really angry any more, but we’ve all agreed - Amy needs to be punished,” Leela replied, her voice just as low. “After we’re finished, everything will be even between us…” Nodding her head at the bouncer, he opened the door allowing the trio to enter. Amy was standing near the door, her arms still cuffed at the wrists and elbows. The nipple clamps had been removed, probably by Lady Anastasia. “Leela! Thank gluh you’re alright! I wanted to help you but...” Amy’s voice trailed off as Leela’s cold stare chilled her. “Be quiet!” Leela commanded. “I appreciate the gesture… really, I do. But that will not get you off the punishment you deserve! Do you understand?” Swallowing hard, Amy nodded, her hope for a little consideration vanishing. “Master Lew, if you’ll please chain Amy to those two beams? With her arms and legs apart?” Leela asked. Amy couldn’t help another whimper as Master Lew took her by the leash and led her over to the metal beams. Making her stand between them, he selected two pairs of leather cuffs for her ankles and wrists, and removed the handcuffs from her. Leela casually walked in front of Amy, careful to leave room for Master Lew to work, as he skillfully fastened Amy to the poles. When he was done, Amy was in a standing spread-eagle as Leela had been, the tips of her toes barely touching the floor. She could only give token struggles, Lew knew what he was doing. Amy watched with growing trepidation as Leela pulled the same riding crop that she had been tormented with out of the bag. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? Something so small, so light, yet it hurts so much...” Leela said in wonderment as she admired the crop, holding it in her right hand and feeling it with her left. Amy started sweating. “Let’s see, you gave me twenty lashes each time that I objected,” Leela began, walking around the poles as she pondered. “You were going to give me fifty when you had me hooded and suspended. You shaved me while I was helpless. You kept me chained against the wall for three hours, and you made me wash your bathroom and kitchen floors. You neuro-shocked me twice, you hogtied me and carried me home stuffed in your trunk like baggage, you got me drunk and made me come in your bathtub, oh, and I lost count of how many times you stuffed a gag in my mouth...” Looking up at a terrified Amy, Leela asked, “So, one hundred lashes? Sounds fair to me...” Amy started shaking her head vigorously. If Leela cut loose on her, there would be no skin left on her rear after a hundred lashes. Toying with Amy like a cat with a mouse, Leela continued as she looked at the crop, “How about fifty lashes and you take me shopping again later in the week. You’ll buy me whatever I want. On top of that, for the next month you’ll do my makeup for me whenever I ask.” “Fifty?” Amy meekly asked. “Okay, you drive a hard bargain. Twenty-five lashes with everything that I just said, and you’ll get me two premium tickets for this Friday’s blernsball game at Madison Cube Garden. I’m sure that they’ll be quite expensive...” Leela trailed off, then made eye contact with Amy. “Last chance. Pass it up and you get the hundred. Deal?” “Deal,” Amy whispered. Leela got behind Amy, taking the crop and, barely touching her shoulder, slowly traced it down Amy’s right side. Amy squeaked and arched her body as the leather slid down her golden- toned skin. “Y’know, this is the worst part, the teasing,” Leela said. “Never knowing when the

60 blow is coming...” Then she pulled back and smacked Amy’s right asscheek, and Amy’s body stiffened as she screamed. “OW! I didn’t hit you that hard!” “Sez you!” Leela shot back, running the leather flap down the back of Amy’s thigh. SMACK! “Ow! Leela, that hurts!” SMACK! “OW!” “You know the right way to address me, Amy,” Leela said, stroking the crop down Amy’s bare back, lining up another shot at her firm little rear end. “It’s not ‘Leela’, it’s...?” “Uh... um...” SMACK! “Ow! Ah... M-Ms. Turanga...” “Better, slut!” SMACK! “OW!” Master Lew watched, impressed by the technique that Leela was displaying. She wasn’t just laying into Amy’s hide, as he thought she might, but was making it a psychological beating as well as a physical one. The flap of the crop was being stroked all over Amy’s bare body, highlighting her helplessness and vulnerability to her. Every so often, Leela would draw her arm back as if to strike, but the crop would only swish through air. As it did so, Amy would jerk against her bonds, sometimes crying out at a blow that never came. Then the crop would strike for real with a loud SMACK! “OW! N-no more, please...” Amy begged. Leela sighed. “You know, I’m getting really tired of all this whimpering! And we’re not even half-way through...” she lightly said, as if Amy’s pain meant nothing to her. “Master Lew, would you be so kind as to gag and hood this little slut, please?” “It would be my pleasure, Lady Turanga,” he responded. Amy uttered a small moan, hearing this. Not only because she would soon be tightly gagged and hooded. Master Lew had said LADY Turanga. He was addressing her as another full dominant, an equal. Amy had had to be a submissive for a year before she had even been considered for that title - and now she was on probation for six months. Leela had achieved what she had so coveted - Master Lew’s respect - in a single weekend. Amy’s own level of self-worth took a rapid plunge. Her eyes closed, she didn’t see the ball gag as it approached her mouth, mrphing in surprise as it was pushed between her teeth and firmly buckled behind her head. She felt a hand under her chin, and turned her head to stare up at Master Lew. “Remember, little Amy, you bought this upon yourself...” he whispered to her, holding a black leather hood in front of her face. Amy lowered her eyes and nodded, before the hood was pulled over her head and fastened shut, the isolation descending on her. Then the leather of the crop was back on her soft skin, not only smacking her, but touching and teasing. Amy began to zone out into the world that only a submissive could know... Leela took the entire thirty minutes to give Amy the rest of her punishment, taking her time teasing Amy’s body with the crop in between lashes. Leela hit her hard enough to make her entire rear rosey red, but not hard enough to leave marks. Both Master Lew and Lady Anastasia were impressed by Leela’s self-restraint. It was obvious that Leela could do tremendous damage to Amy if she desired, yet she stayed in complete control. “Time’s up, Leela,” Master Lew said, just as Leela had delivered the last stroke. She stepped back and watched as he walked over to Amy and removed her hood and gag. Amy’s face was wet from sweat and tears, her hair soaked from perspiration. She panted rapidly as she worked her jaw, sniffing and lightly sobbing. That was the worst beating she had ever endured. Master Lew supported her weight as Lady Anastasia released the shackles from her wrists and ankles, gently lowering her the floor. Amy lay on her side, her rear was far too sore to consider

61 sitting on it. Anastasia crouched in front of her, taking in the measure of the punished girl. “It’s over now, Amy. Have you learn your lesson?” she asked, the previous coldness in her voice now milder. Amy silently nodded her head. “Pick up your clothes and go have a shower, Amy,” Leela ordered, gesturing to the folded clothing. “I’ll be in your car. DON’T Keep me waiting...” “Yes, Ms. Turanga...” Amy sniffed as she got to her feet, picked up her clothes and headed to the shower stall located in the bathroom. After Amy left the room, Leela went back to the bag and pulled her own clothes out - her stretch pants, boots and tank top. Looking at them, she sighed. Maybe Amy was right, it was time for a wardrobe update. She had been wearing the same type outfit for almost ten years now. It was practical, but it wasn’t fashionable. “I think both of you can learn from each other,” Lady Anastasia’s soothing voice cut through Leela’s concentration. “She can learn your mental toughness and inner strength, you can learn to let go and enjoy yourself. She is right, you are a beautiful person. You should listen to her.” Still not use to kindness and compliments, all Leela could do was nod her head. She was exhausted from the weekend and still had another shopping session with Amy. She planned to buy a few more outfits for work and semi-retire the stretch pants and tank tops. “Leela, are you interested in having a membership in our club. Full Dom, with all rights and privileges associated?” Master Lew asked. “I’m sorry, but - no,” Leela answered, standing up and making eye contact with him. “This just isn’t my scene. But if Amy abides by your rules, and when her probation is up, let her have it. And give her some positive encouragement. She doesn’t get much - not from her parents, not from me...” “Very well. Then would you be interested in being a bouncer for us? You were amazing handling Sternn. I doubt if any of our other bouncers can handle things as well as you. You can make your own schedule and we’ll pay you well,” Master Lew stated. “You would be protecting the inner circle - a lot of rich and powerful people there, and there are lot of perks being around them. You can have the title of Lady Turanga - as such you would have access to all areas and functions of the club. Interested? Leela thought for a few seconds. She really needed the money and it would be easy work. A few hours on Saturday and Sunday for a few months and she would be out of her financial difficulties. “Okay, but call me Lady Leela. But I can’t start until next Saturday, there’s a special person that I’m taking to a blernsball game Friday night...”

Amy was the first to arrive at Planet Express on Monday morning - she even beat Hermes to work. She hadn’t slept all night, her rear burned from the croppings given her - Leela had hit her harder than Master Lew ever had. Still, she knew that the cyclops had held back and not hit her with all her strength. She was nervous about seeing her today, even though after Leela’s hour of punishment, and with the upcoming shopping session, Amy felt that Leela still had unfinished business with her. Yes, Leela had told her that they were even when she had left Amy’s apartment at 2:00am that morning, but this was Leela - famous for holding a grudge. Phnog, Brannigan, the blind kid with the cane and many others came to mind... Deciding that work would distract her from her nervousness, she started pre-flighting the PE ship - something that Leela normally did but Amy was wanting to make an overture of friendship. She got so involved with the procedure that she lost track of time.

62 “Amy, what are you doing?” Amy involutarily jumped and her heart stopped for a beat when she heard Leela’s voice. Looking towards the stairwell, she saw Leela, but she was… different. No stretch pants and tank top, her attire was tasteful and new - a dark blue pantsuit with a light blue short sleeve blouse. Her requisite wristo-lojackamator and grey boots were still there, but at least the pants weren’t tucked in and only the foot showed. She was wearing a little makeup, and her hair was in its usual ponytail, the scrunchie’s color matching the pantsuit. The new look was... amazing. “Ah, nothin’. Just preflighting the ship for you...” Amy replied with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “That’s nice of you… No offense, but if I’m flying, I like to do the preflight myself. Now let’s go to the lounge, we need to talk,” Leela said with a neutral voice. ‘Smeesh, is she gonna rip me a new one?’ Amy thought as she followed Leela to the lounge, feeling as if she was about to visit the Santa-bot. As she entered, she saw that Leela had already poured coffee for them both. Noticing Amy’s nervousness, Leela smiled and motioned for Amy to sit in a chair at the table. Amy sat and Leela took the chair opposite, taking her time as she took a few sips of her coffee. Finally Leela spoke, looking into her coffee cup, “Amy, this weekend was the most humiliating experience that I’ve ever had. Still, you took responsibility for your part and everything that I dished out, so we’re even. It never happened as far as I’m concerned. As strange as it sounds, some good things did come from it. I now have a part time job on the weekends as a bouncer at the Hellfire Club. I really need the extra money and they’re paying me more than Planet Express.” Pausing for a second and her voice dropping a few decibels, she looked up and smiled at Amy, “And I learned a few things, things that I needed to learn to get my life jump-started...” Amy returned the smile as Leela looked at her, encouraging her to continue. “I realize why you did it,” the cyclops continued. “You’re right, I do... DID treat you and Fry like dirt. Old habits... I guess. When I think about what I did, I just feel so... ashamed. You’ve earned your own name - you’re not anything like your parents. You’re a good engineer, and we do kinda overlook the fact that you keep the ship flying. Without you there would be not be a Planet Express ship. “You and I have different values, but I have to admit that you’ve been true to Kif, so I’ve been out of line calling you a tramp. We all make mistakes, I just forgot mine and remembered everybody elses.” Pausing for a few seconds, then taking a deep breath, she contined, “Fry is more... complicated. I guess being torn down to my lowest level made me realize how badly I’ve treated him. I wouldn’t be alive today if not for him, so I owe him a lot... a lot more than I’ve given him. Last night before I went to sleep, I swore that I’d be more patient with him. Maybe you’re right, if I give him something to work for he’ll change. Anyway, he and I will have a long talk soon - I’ll lay out what I want and what I need from him. If he can’t deliver, then I’ll move on. At least this way, there will be closure and Fry will have his chance.” Amy smirked. Nothing like vindication... Then Leela leaned closer, staring her directly in the eyes. When she spoke again, her voice was cold, seething, and utterly believable. “But if you EVER try to dom me again... if I so much as see you and a pair of handcuffs in the same room... I will put you in the Taco Bellvue ICU for six to eight months! Am I being clear enough?” Amy felt the color drain from her face. “C-clear,” she managed to squeak. Leela held her frightened gaze as she leaned back, then her own expression softened, and

63 she smiled. Amy nearly flinched as Leela’s hand slid across the table, only to grasp Amy’s nearly-empty coffee cup. “Refill, Ms. Wong?” she cheerily asked, getting up. Amy nodded, watching Leela as she strode to the machine. “Whew...” she sighed, before Leela bought their cups back to the table. Just then, Fry entered, whistling tunelessly, and walked towards the coffee machine. Amy glanced at Leela, who nodded her head. After getting his coffee cup filled, Fry walked over to the table. “Hi Amy, Leela,” he said, then looking at Leela, “Did you get your stuff taken care of?” “Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Thanks for feeding Nibbler while I was gone,” Leela responded as she sipped her coffee. “Man, that’s a great new outfit you’re wearing. You finally get tired of stretch pants and tank tops?” Fry asked. Then looking closer and squinting his eyes, he continued, “Your face looks a little... differenty. Have you been in the sun?” “Oh, this? It’s a gift from Amy. She’s helping me to improve my appearance, so I’m wearing a little makeup. It’s nice of you to notice,” Leela answered. Feeling a twinge of jealousy - although he wasn’t sure who toward - Fry stammered, “Uh, re-really? Leela, you look great all the time.” Smiling at Fry, she lowered her voice. “That’s really sweet, Fry.” “So, um, do you think that we can get together this weekend? For supper, maybe?” Fry asked in a quiet voice, head slumped down in his shoulders, waiting for the inevitable transparent excuse not to go out with him. Glancing at Amy, Leela watched as Amy mouthed the words, ‘say yes’. Standing up, Leela looked down as she placed her right hand on her chin as if in thought, then met Fry’s gaze. “Fry, do you think that you can be at work on time, do your job without complaining and without me having to to follow you around like a child for the rest of the week?” Eyes darting around, Fry stammered, “Uh, ye-yeah, I can do that, Leela,” he answered, confused. Well, then,” Leela continued as she placed both hands on her hips, “If you do that, then I’ll be happy to go out with you, but let’s not call it a date - that puts too much pressure on both of us. How about a casual supper and a Blernsball game on Friday night after work? Then, we can go from there.” Her expression softening, she leaned over and gave Fry a quick kiss on the cheek. Fry’s face lit up. “Really? No joke? Wow! I need to get to work. Leela, I’ll make you so proud of me!” Fry almost shouted as he ran out of the lounge. Amy and Leela both suppressed a chuckle when they heard Fry yell ‘Yahoo!’ after the door had closed behind him. “You won’t regret giving him a chance,” Amy said softly. “We’ll see...” Leela said with a faraway look in her eye… then she turned to Amy and asked, “Will you do my makeup on Friday? The way you did before. I want to look special…”

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