---Xon’s perspective---

Thran took off the destroyed shirt and trousers she wore yesterday after getting back from being fixed up in regen. Right now, she’s dressed only in a pair of panties and a t-shirt, designed to be worn by Thruljec bulls, which was given to her to protect her modesty and sits on her body like a loose nightgown.

I wonder if there’ll be a Thruljor fashion trend of women wearing loose dresses coming down to their upper thigh over trousers with one leg ripped off and holes frayed in the other, inspired by Thran’s walk through town to the shuttle(!) She was definitely getting some attention!

She’s cuddling her giant marmot plushie and I’m cuddling her, my arms around her stomach, while she uses me as a seat back, at the head of her bed.

“Everyone?” she asks, bleakly.

“No… not everyone…” I say, trying to be reassuring “…Hassi and Krish were on the ship, weren’t they? And Jennie and Fliss managed to get out with all the gardenworlders.”

“But I put everyone else in Triple M in the hospital? Literally everyone I realistically could have?”

“Well… yeah…” I answer, reluctantly.

She groans.

“Babes, it’s OK! No one blames you! We know you weren’t in your right mind! Besides, nobody died!!!”

“But you could have! I could have killed someone.” she responds, miserably.

“It wasn’t your fault!” I insist.

“Not being my fault wouldn’t have made any difference to a dead person. It doesn’t unbreak Brunhilda’s back, doesn’t unshatter your jaw, doesn’t unconcuss Tuun or Msia, doesn’t uncrack Victor’s ribs or nose, doesn’t undislocate Nkasiogi’s arm and… god… doesn’t unfracture Emiko’s leg! I directly injured and endangered the life of my charge! That’s literally the opposi-hmmph…!”

At this point, I handgag her and whisper “Shshshshshhh! That’s enough! Stop blaming yourself. None of us blame you. We were all just worried about you! Every one of those injuries is undone now…” into her ear.

At this point there’s a knock at the door.

---Thran’s perspective---

I shouldn’t be feeling excited by Xon having her hand over my mouth. I don’t deserve to be titillated, right now!

When she starts whispering in my ear, the autonomous sensory meridian response melts me, involuntarily, into a puddle of pleasure!

*knock**knock**knock*

“Who is it?” calls Xon, not taking her hand from my mouth.

“It’s Emiko, I’m coming in.” returns an angry sounding voice.

Xon manages to unhandgag me in time that I don’t think Emiko will have seen, as she comes in, but I’m still extremely embarrassed for her to have caught me being as cosy as this… after what I did!

Her brow is furrowed and there are creases over the nonexistent bridge of her nose, her jaw is clenched and her lips are pursed, her eyes are wide and she’s striding across my bedroom in a direct beeline for me, her stockinged feet positively booming with each step!

I’m not the best judge of these things but I’d say she looks fairly furious! She’s almost certainly going to shout and may even slap me. I just hope she doesn’t break her hand, if she does.

I set my (yet to be named) plushie to one side and begin trying to rise to meet her but Xon doesn’t unfasten the seatbelt of her arms, so I’m not able to get up before she’s on me.

“Mistress Miyazaki, I…” I start, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender.

She doesn’t stop her forward momentum, bringing her hands to the insides of my wrists and pushing my arms outward to clear them from her way. Definitely makes it look like I’m about to get slapped!

Then she puts her hands on my shoulders. Is she going to headbutt me? I really hope she doesn’t! With the thickness and density of my skull, she’ll come off the worse from that interaction.

“I’m so, sorr-mmpph?!” I say, having been silenced by a body part for the second time in less than a minute, lips this time.

My eyes go wide as she falls against me, hands on my shoulders, eyes closed, kissing me tenderly (I think?).

I am about to wrap my arms around her when I remember all the harm I did with these arms, not even a day ago!

I drop my hands to the bed and force myself to keep them there while she kisses me.

After a long time, our lips part and, her eyes still closed, she says “I was terrified, Thran!”

“I’m really sorry for scaring you… and for hurting you.” I say, guiltily.

“That’s not what I mean, Thran!” she scowls “I wasn’t scared of you!… I mean, I was… but mostly I was scared for you!… I was scared of how you were hurting yourself, I was scared because I didn’t know whether this was a planet where it’s legal for law enforcement to use lethal force and, once you were apprehended, I was scared they’d throw the book at you and we’d never see eachother again!”

“Erm… guys…?” comes Xon’s voice, strained and strangulated, from over my head “…I hate to ruin this lovely moment but my ribcage is being a little crushed, right now! Could you let me up?”

Oh fuck! I let Emiko transfer her weight through me, which also shifted my centre of gravity backwards, crushing Xon!

I push myself forward but, clearly not expecting it, Emiko is knocked on her back. Mercifully, she only falls 80cm or so, onto the mattress, but it’s still not acceptable!

“I’m sorry, Mistress Miyazaki!”

“It’s fine and stop calling me ‘Mistress Miyazaki’! You literally had both me and Xon tied to this bed the other night(!)” she laughs “We all know I’m no respectable lady!”

“I respect you…” I say, honestly “…I bet you’d have realised somehow if your counteragent had worn off, you’d have spotted the earliest symptoms of psychosis setting in and got yourself to an isolation room at the nearest hospital. You would have…”

At this point I’m simultaneously attacked from in front and behind by Xon and Emiko, who both seem desperate to make sure I never get to finish any thought I start about baring responsibility for what happened.

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“Stop blaming yourself!” they say, in unison, immediately followed by “Jinx!”

“I really appreciate it, both of you… but… right now, I just don’t feel at ease, cuddling you… I’m too scared that I’ll hurt you again…”

They both release me and I feel an awful pang of regret as the Human warmth is removed from my body.

“OK, Thran, but… unless you never want to cuddle again, you’ll have to come to terms with it, eventually…” says Xon before quipping “…unless you want us to chain you to the bed so we can cuddle you without any danger of you hurting us(?)”

Hmmm…

---Emiko’s perspective---

Xon’s suggestion was obviously meant in jest but, from the look on Thran’s face, she’s clearly intrigued…

I know her too well to think she might be able to ask for it so I ask “Would you like that, Thran? Would that help with your anxiety, right now? Being chained down?” fighting back the urge to put a reassuring hand on her face or shoulder as I do.

She fixes her mossy green eyes on me for four or five heartbeats before giving a tiny nod.

I smile over her shoulder at Xon and say “Well… it seems that you’ve had an excellent idea for what this girl needs right now!”

Seeming highly surprised that her suggestion was taken seriously at all, let alone agreed to near instantly, Xon responds “Oh… err… do you want me to do you as well?”

I shake my head “Not necessary… I don’t mind being a Domme for one night…(!)”

Thran begins to object “That’s…”

“That’s what’s happening, is what it is! It’s what you need! I want you to be the centre of attention… I think you receiving all of both of our affection is better than splitting Xon’s with me! Alright?!”

She looks at me for a moment before giving a tiny nod.

“Alright then…!” says Xon, still recovering from the surprise “…I’ll get the chains!”

With that she jumps off the bed and bends down to look beneath it, coming up a few seconds later with a mess of durasteel.

The beautiful, dark, Damascus patterned metal chains glisten in the light of the room as she untangles them.

Having extricated them, Xon presents the locking cuffs to Thran (not tossing them at her with contempt, as is her wont when Domming).

Thran takes one of the cuffs and locks it around her right wrist with a satisfying *click* of the ratchet. Then, she takes the other cuff and threads it through the first, locking her dominant left hand into it, with another *click* and making a practically unbreakable bond of her hands, in front of her.

Xon hands me a disentangled chain and says “Could you thread this through the headboard while I finish with these?” holding up the, still tangled, other two.

I nod but also observe “You should really take more care when you put them away! They’d be much less likely to tangle!” with a mirthful smirk.

She rolls her eyes and answers “Yeah, thanks for the tip, Mum(!)”

I laugh “You do always say I’m a MILF!… Comes with the territory!” as I walk across the head of the bed, threading the chain through every gap in the headboard.

“Lie back and put your arms over your head.” I instruct Thran, sweetly.

She does so, slowly, being careful that I’m not behind her.

I thread the chain through her cuffs and pull it taut before saying “Could you throw me a padlock?” to Xon.

A solid bodied block of durasteel with a shackle on top falls on the bed, next to my hands.

I pick it up and try the shackle before giggling “Could you throw me a padlock key(!)”

“Oh… sorry…” she says and, after a brief pause full of the sound of searching, the key falls on the same spot the padlock did.

I release the shackle before bringing it through two loops on opposite sides of the chain and snapping it shut again.

I slide the whole chain along, so the padlock is nowhere near her hands, and then place the key on the bedside table.

I turn around to see Xon winding one end of the chain around Thran’s ankle and locking it to itself to form a restraint. Her other ankle is already bound the same way.

“Well now…” I smile, kneeling onto the mattress at Thran’s right “…it looks like we’ve got a very thoroughly restrained girl, right here… doesn’t it Xon(?)”

Coming to Thran’s left, Xon smiles back “It does indeed… what shall we do with her?”

I give a considering nod for a few seconds before answering “Why don’t we start with some cuddling?”

---Xon’s perspective---

I run my left hand over the soft fabric of the t-shirt, covering Thran’s (teak hard) washboard stomach.

The way she’s chained up it would be impossible for her to free herself… well… unless she destroyed the bed which… while I don’t think is necessarily beyond her capabilities, would be almost impossible to do unintentionally.

I suppose, if she wasn’t in her right mind, she could… but Gato, Aerlyght and the Shings have all given us every assurance that the effects of the psychotic are passed.

The chains are only to let her feel safe.

To let us touch her without her feeling that she might, accidentally, break us…

I trace my fingertips down the side of her torso and feel her cringe slightly with ticklishness.

Under different circumstances, I would definitely tickle her while she was bound like this but… that’s not what she needs at the moment.

She needs to be reassured, she needs to be coddled, to be loved.

Emiko is whispering sweet, affirming nothings into Thran’s ear, gently caressing her cheek with her hand.

I’ve been with Thran long enough to recognise that she’s fairly horny right now.

It’s subtle, but there’s a flush in her cheeks, her hips are wiggling and her breathing is catching with little, unvocalised grunts.

Not looking at either of us, she invites “Punish me.”

Me and Emiko look at eachother and instantly know that we are agreed.

“No.” we say, firmly and in unison.

“But… I hurt you! Doesn’t it make sense to hurt me back! To make me suffer like I made y-mmmphh!”

I shut her up by shoving a red, rubber ballgag (which I left easily accessible for just such a moment) into her mouth and fastening it in place.

I bring my eyes mere inches from hers and smile “You don’t need punishment… You haven’t been a bad girl… You need love… You need us to remind you of what it feels like to be a good girl…” aping Emiko’s kind, motherly tone as I do.

I turn to Emiko, gently stroking Thran’s cheek and ask “Emiko… can you think of anything this good girl needs her eyes for, right now?”

She brings her index finger to the side of her jaw and twists her mouth, feigning deliberation, before answering “Other than to see our lovely faces…(?) No, not especially(!)”

I grin “Then… what say you take off that cloth belt and we blindfold her with it?”

“I’d say that sounds like an excellent idea!” she smirks back, mischievously.

---Thran’s perspective---

I don’t feel like I deserve this… any of it!

I feel like I deserve to be hurt so badly that it’s not exciting, just painful!

After all those years of training, both at the guǎn and at the gym, I still lost control!

Thag will be so ashamed of me when I tell him!

No… he won’t… but he should be!

Instead, two of the most beautiful women in the galaxy have me chained, gagged and blindfolded with Emiko’s obi and they’re doing nothing more than stroking my body, cuddling me, kissing me and telling me what a good girl I am!

I suppose that is the joy of subspace… I have no say in what I deserve(!)

Well, I do!

Technically, I could use my gagged safeword to be released…

I could do that…

Just then, two hands (one Sapiens and one Tshwane) stroke simultaneously, up the insides of my thighs, passing beneath the hem of my comfy, new, oversized t-shirt (that’s more like a dress to wear).

The dainty, Sapiens’ hand reaches my panties and, in my right ear, I hear “Ara, ara(!) How wet she is, Xon(!)”

The disproportionately long hand, from my left, continues stroking up the skin of my stomach, toward my left breast, as its owner answers “Oh(?) Remind me what it is we do to good little girls who get wet, Emiko(?)”

“I believe…” says Emiko, delicately pressing my labia through my panties in a way that makes me quiver “…we give them what they deserve(!) A reward(!)”

“Oh, yeah(!) That was it(!)” answers Xon, beginning a sensual massage of my breast.

They tease me like this for quite some time before Emiko’s hand finally makes its way beneath the waistband of my panties.

She delicately traces two of her fingers along my labia minora a few times before gently pushing them inside me.

I moan and (unintentionally) puff past my ballgag in a way that causes a fine spray of misted drool to rain on everywhere I have exposed skin.

I feel bad for accidentally spitting on both of them but they don’t mention it.

Emiko’s fingers dance inside of me as the heel of her hand kneads my mons.

Xon’s hand repeatedly tightens and relaxes its grip around my left breast while she teases my nipple with her thumb and index finger.

I feel waves of pleasure building inside me, crashing into eachother and causing me to moan like a cow.

I seize! My hands and legs contract so hard that the cuffs and chains cut into my flesh!

My mouth is open so wide that none of my teeth are in contact with the ballgag!

The bed creaks in protest of the amount of compressive and sheering force I’m subjecting it to!

My orgasm finally passes and I relax, out of breath.

---Emiko’s perspective, the next morning---

When we were done playing with Thran, we ungagged her and took off her blindfold.

We offered to unchain her but she said she wanted to sleep like that!

I had a fantastic night’s sleep cuddling up with a chained Thran with Xon.

Right now, we’re just heading out the door, to the kitchen, for some pancakes… but… I can’t help but feel as if we’ve forgotten something…

“Guys…” comes Thran’s voice, from further behind than I would have thought.

Xon and I turn around to see her still chained to the bed.

“Could you unchain me?… I’d like pancakes too.”