Prisoner and escort

River awoke to a rattling sensation underneath her chest. She looked up and saw that she was lying face down on some kind of flat, wooden trolley, with Barbarella pulling her. River tried to move but found that her hands and feet had been hogtied behind her back, the sound of her frustrated squirming caught Barbarella’s attention. “So you’re awake then? Hope you’re not too uncomfortable.” “What makes you think I’m uncomfortable? I could like this for all you know!” River spat. She was lying, she was more of a Dom and wasn’t fond of being put into these submissive positions, but she was hardly going to let Barbarella know that.

“In any case, how on Earth did you knock me out with that gun? I thought we were in a land of fiction, it shouldn’t even exist let alone work.” And with that query, Barbarella’s gun vanished out of her hand and into thin air. “Wha- what?!” Barbarella was completely bewildered. “Of course!” River remembered how the Doctor was able to outwit the land of fiction, “And come to think of it, these restraints shouldn’t exist either!” And with that, River’s hands and feet were freed, and she triumphantly leapt up off the trolley.

“Oh, very clever. But let’s see you wish your way out of this!” Barbarella grabbed River’s arm and flung her to the ground with expert precision, however River rolled and quickly recovered. River then readied herself in one of the classic Venusian fighting forms. Barbarella came in for a second attack, but this time River was ready for her and grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back, and then pinched a particular nerve on the neck to render her ****. Wow, who knew a martial arts fight with your childhood hero would be so... disappointing. “Only fictional,” River sighed to herself, “But, that does give me an idea.”

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Barbarella incessantly thrashed and wriggled in her binds as River pulled her along on the trolley. Barbarella was now completely naked, save for the rope that hogtied her hands and feet. River was now wearing Barbarella’s outfit, something which Barbarella would’ve severely protested to had River not gagged her with a piece of cloth. “Rrrrrooooommmmphhf!” “Oh I dunno, I think I pull it off better than you do.” “Nmmphf ynf dmph!” The pair then reached a side entrance to the castle, and River reached for the bell signal. “Blmm cnphhh mmmphf!” “Of course I can use the front entrance, that’s how everyone else gets in.”

River pulled down on the lever and the bell rang, a part of the wall slid away and revealed a speaker grill. “State your name and attribution!” the wall barked. “I’m Barbarella darling!” Said River, fabulously imitating her captive by changing literally nothing about her voice at all. “And your Attribution!” “Why, I’m simply one of the most notorious space adventurers of all time!” At this point, River was starting to sound more like a pantomime parody of herself, which prompted an exasperated eye roll from Barbarella. “I’m the fictional creation of Jean Claude Forest and first appeared in French V magazine. My first story saw me fighting and canoodling with the perilous-“ “All right that’s enough! You’re authorised!” The door opened to River’s dismay, “*Sigh* and I thought that trivia was finally going to come in handy.”