Kink Bingo: Word Count
Squares: Speech Control
Warnings: None
Tags: M/f, Quisling and Khan, bondage, speech control
"Time for a new game," the Great And Powerful Khan purred, stroking a paw through Anna's hair slowly.
Anna smiled, rubbing her cheek against the huge tigermorph's furred chest as they reclined together on his couch in the palace throne room. "Mmm, what kind of game, oh Master?" Having run through most of the scenarios she'd created for him from her past works, Khan seemed to have been stretching his metaphorical wings lately, giving a lie to his repeated insistence that the Groupmind morph was unable to truly create. Or maybe he'd just been pulling from a wider set of references.
"It's a surprise."
"Aw, don't I even get a hint, Khannie?"
One leathery fingerpad pressed her lips together. "First, don't call me 'Khannie.' Second, you were noting that our previous games were distracting you from your job of producing propaganda for Our cause. I think I've come up with a suitable reward/punishment system for you."
"Mmm, yesh 'annie." She wondered what he was up to. "Punishments" tended to mild for her, given the Groupmind's absolute dedication to prevention of physical harm. "Wha' ya gah in min'?"
A panthermorph servant walked up, presenting a single glass of sparkling, amber colored wine on a silver tray. Khan took it and removed his finger from her lips. "Drink this," he said, easing her to a sitting position and raising the glass to her mouth.
She gave a suspicious look. "You didn't put a roofie in this, did you?"
Khan glowered at her. "I'd never drug you without warning."
"'Without warning'?" she repeated, but then smiled and opened her mouth to accept the drink, swallowing down a cool, bubbly, honey flavored concoction. The honey seemed to leave a coating in her throat, not unpleasant or choking, but very warm. "Nice. What's in it?"
"Honey based alcohol, CO2 to provide the bubbles, and special set of nanomachines."
Her eyes widened. "Woah, woah, I didn't agree to any nanomods!"
He smiled that dangerous Khan smile, all marvelously sharp fangs, that seemed to fire a beam into her brain that made her knees turn to jelly. His finger hooked the ring at the front of her collar, pulling her face closer to his. "You agreed to everything when you allowed me to place this collar around your neck. Consent in this matter is irrelevant, unless I choose to permit it."
"Yes," she agreed, a tingle going up her spine.
Khan's smile, if possible, grew sharper. "Shouldn't that be, 'Yes, Master?"
Anna opened her mouth to correct herself, but the only sound that emerged was a brief whoosh of air, the words she wanted to say seemingly stolen away. Her eyes widened and she tried again, and still was only able to produce a puff, then a sharper wheeze as she tried to shout. She clutched at her throat and mouthed, WTF?
"The nanomachines I mentioned have now coated you vocal cords," he told her. "All speech is now prevented, until you are able to build up a credit of words.
Credit? she mouthed.
"Unless you are attempting to communicate distress, you are now only able to speak as many words in a 24 hour period as you are able to type. Once you have spoken that many, speech will be cut off again."
She blinked, then tried experimentally, "Yellow, Red, Safeword, Help, Ow, Ouch." She thought a moment and then added, "You're scaring me."
"Truly?"
She tried to reply "A little," but was stymied, and had to settle for a "sorta" gesture with her hand.
"Nothing wrong with being a bit scared, don't you agree?"
She pouted, then gave him a rude gesture.
Khan raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you hoping to wear your finger trap again?"
She blushed, shaking her head. Then she thought for a moment and held her wrists out, her face questioning.
He caught them in his wide paw. "If your asking what you're supposed to do when you're unable to type, the answer is 'Stay quiet'."
She sighed and pouted again. It looked like she was going to have to produce some product before she could ask more detailed questions. She tried to tug her wrists free, intent on heading back her quarters and her waiting comp, but Khan's grip only tightened, as another panthermorph moved forward to begin wrapping them in red silk cords.
"Today, for example, is going to be a very quiet day."
Warnings: None
Tags: M/f, Quisling and Khan, bondage, speech control
"Time for a new game," the Great And Powerful Khan purred, stroking a paw through Anna's hair slowly.
Anna smiled, rubbing her cheek against the huge tigermorph's furred chest as they reclined together on his couch in the palace throne room. "Mmm, what kind of game, oh Master?" Having run through most of the scenarios she'd created for him from her past works, Khan seemed to have been stretching his metaphorical wings lately, giving a lie to his repeated insistence that the Groupmind morph was unable to truly create. Or maybe he'd just been pulling from a wider set of references.
"It's a surprise."
"Aw, don't I even get a hint, Khannie?"
One leathery fingerpad pressed her lips together. "First, don't call me 'Khannie.' Second, you were noting that our previous games were distracting you from your job of producing propaganda for Our cause. I think I've come up with a suitable reward/punishment system for you."
"Mmm, yesh 'annie." She wondered what he was up to. "Punishments" tended to mild for her, given the Groupmind's absolute dedication to prevention of physical harm. "Wha' ya gah in min'?"
A panthermorph servant walked up, presenting a single glass of sparkling, amber colored wine on a silver tray. Khan took it and removed his finger from her lips. "Drink this," he said, easing her to a sitting position and raising the glass to her mouth.
She gave a suspicious look. "You didn't put a roofie in this, did you?"
Khan glowered at her. "I'd never drug you without warning."
"'Without warning'?" she repeated, but then smiled and opened her mouth to accept the drink, swallowing down a cool, bubbly, honey flavored concoction. The honey seemed to leave a coating in her throat, not unpleasant or choking, but very warm. "Nice. What's in it?"
"Honey based alcohol, CO2 to provide the bubbles, and special set of nanomachines."
Her eyes widened. "Woah, woah, I didn't agree to any nanomods!"
He smiled that dangerous Khan smile, all marvelously sharp fangs, that seemed to fire a beam into her brain that made her knees turn to jelly. His finger hooked the ring at the front of her collar, pulling her face closer to his. "You agreed to everything when you allowed me to place this collar around your neck. Consent in this matter is irrelevant, unless I choose to permit it."
"Yes," she agreed, a tingle going up her spine.
Khan's smile, if possible, grew sharper. "Shouldn't that be, 'Yes, Master?"
Anna opened her mouth to correct herself, but the only sound that emerged was a brief whoosh of air, the words she wanted to say seemingly stolen away. Her eyes widened and she tried again, and still was only able to produce a puff, then a sharper wheeze as she tried to shout. She clutched at her throat and mouthed, WTF?
"The nanomachines I mentioned have now coated you vocal cords," he told her. "All speech is now prevented, until you are able to build up a credit of words.
Credit? she mouthed.
"Unless you are attempting to communicate distress, you are now only able to speak as many words in a 24 hour period as you are able to type. Once you have spoken that many, speech will be cut off again."
She blinked, then tried experimentally, "Yellow, Red, Safeword, Help, Ow, Ouch." She thought a moment and then added, "You're scaring me."
"Truly?"
She tried to reply "A little," but was stymied, and had to settle for a "sorta" gesture with her hand.
"Nothing wrong with being a bit scared, don't you agree?"
She pouted, then gave him a rude gesture.
Khan raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you hoping to wear your finger trap again?"
She blushed, shaking her head. Then she thought for a moment and held her wrists out, her face questioning.
He caught them in his wide paw. "If your asking what you're supposed to do when you're unable to type, the answer is 'Stay quiet'."
She sighed and pouted again. It looked like she was going to have to produce some product before she could ask more detailed questions. She tried to tug her wrists free, intent on heading back her quarters and her waiting comp, but Khan's grip only tightened, as another panthermorph moved forward to begin wrapping them in red silk cords.
"Today, for example, is going to be a very quiet day."