Page 8 of A Savage Bargain

I considered asking what level of kink the Collector meant and reminded myself to not overthink it. “Bondage and light spanking.” My brain wanted to explode from the personal nature of the questions. And yet, the Collector didn’t seem moved by either the questions or my answers. At all.

“Are you submissive?”

“Not hardly,” I retorted, then bit my lip. That was the wrong answer. I needed to save this interview. “But,” I blurted out, “as you yourself noted, I can learn.” I gave a wide smile. The Collector needed to believe me. That airlock was just waiting to be used if I fucked up.

The Collector waved a hand. “Demonstrate.”

“Demonstrate?” I echoed.

“Take off your clothing,” Krake demanded.

Oh. Demonstrate. I risked a glance in his direction. He stood with his hands folded over his chest. If I had to guess, he was glaring at me.

“Now.”

Faster than before, I stripped off my clothing and stood naked before Krake, the Collector, and the assembled aliens behind me on the couches.

“Drop your hands to your sides.”

I hadn’t realized I’d folded my arms over my breasts. At Krake’s command, I allowed them to fall to my sides.

“Turn, so that the Collector can see what they’ll be getting.”

Like a piece of meat on a spit, I slowly turned in a tight circle. As I faced away from the Collector, I saw that the aliens on the couches weren’t even watching the show before them.They appeared engaged in conversations amongst themselves. How often must displays like this take place? When I faced the Collector again, I stopped moving, waiting for the next order from Krake. I wanted so much to bolt from where I stood, anger coursing through me at their treatment. And yet, my nipples stood erect despite the warmth in the room. The familiar desire was building inside. Part of me definitely enjoyed being on display.

Krake recounted to the Collector our activity outside the shipping container. My face burned at the matter-of-fact way he described bending me over and fingering me.

The Collector nodded at the recital.

“We will demonstrate something different here,” Krake concluded.

“Continue,” the Collector said.

“Bailey, look at me,” Krake commanded.

I did.

“You must be able to follow all orders.”

I nodded, though fear shot through me at the unknown orders.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I froze.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Krake repeated. “Now.”

I couldn’t make my body obey. It was such a simple command, really, but I couldn’t do it.

“Do it now,” he said, “or the interview is over.”

Shaking, I lowered myself before him. My hands touched the softly glowing floor. Its warmth was not comforting. My knees lowered to take position. I held my head up, maintaining eye contact.

“Lower your head.”

After a slight delay, I did.

“Enough.” The Collector’s voice cut through the room. “She may stand.”

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