"Kamn, you Freewombs expect the silver pedestal, don't you?"
Alice held her tongue, knowing that the evening's liquor still buzzed in her head. The lack of inhibition that had landed her this after-party job was likely to only get her into trouble now. So instead she rested on her knees, grabbed the bars of her gilded cage and let it swing gently, batting her eyelashes up at him.
Her client threw his hands up in frustration and shook his head, grinning from one corner of his mouth as if in disappointment and disbelief.
"I hired you to entertain, and that's it. You did your exotic off-world dances in the cage and now our contract is finished. Don't think that just because you shook some meat behind those bars tonight that that earns you my collar."
Alice was at a complete loss for how to respond to this. She had fought hard to remain a Freewomb, living as a free woman on Torei with no Master or Mistress. It was no mean feat, and was only made possible because she was an off-worlder. The men of this world found her red hair fascinating, and she often was hired to dance just as an esoteric decoration. Her clients would show her off as a pose in front of their untravelled guests. Her chief selling point was in making them appear wise in the inscrutable ways of the far-distant free worlds.
"Please do not mistake me, Sir." she began, remaining in a crouch to relieve the strain from her ankles, "I only need a place to stay tonight. I am happy to have served you, but I wish to remain a free woman." She could see that all the eyes of the bound and gagged women around the room were on her, but she could not imagine what was going through their minds as they watched their Owner (or Steward, for the contractors) argue with a Freewomb.
Her client had seemed gentle at the party. She had decided that he was almost kind, in his own way. That was the only reason she had agreed to join the others in an after-party at his high-rise apartment. But he had collapsed during their revels, and woke a few hours later in a clearly hung-over state.
"Look around me, eh? Look at everything that I have!" He didn't seem to be paying attention to what she said. "I've got more flesh in this room than some ranches! Kamn, in that trunk at the foot of my bed are two girls I could haul out and cook for dinner if I wanted! So don't think that I'm going to just keep some untrained piece of foreign meat just because she can do a few ginger-dances!"
Alice decided that the deferent tone wasn't helping her cause any, so she played an entirely different card. Pulling on the bars of her hanging cage, she brought herself up to her full height. Thanks to the extra inches that the en-pointe cage-dancing shoes gave her plus the space between the cage and the floor, she found herself looking down into his eyes. With one hand she straightened the gauzy green skirts that gathered about her thighs, and spoke in a deeper and firmer tone.
"It's the middle of the night, and it's a simple fact that I need one of three things: a place to stay until the curfew lifts, an escort to take me home, or a pass from the Ministry of Wombs. I asked for the first because I thought you would find it simplest to just go back to sleep and leave me in this cage for a few hours, but if you are dissatisfied with my services I will happily take my fee and leave by whatever legal means you provide me."
Men on Torei were not used to women who talk back from a position of power. Some girls were impudent or provocative as a means of inviting punishment, but most men on this world could live their whole lives without a woman ever speaking to them in frank authority.
She could tell he was still in a foul mood, but his headache made him less likely to want to keep arguing. He kicked at a bundle of leather on the floor, which revealed itself with a yelp to be a girl in a straitjacket. Turning away from Alice's cage, he began fondling the body of another young thrall who was chained to the wall wearing nothing but a glossy sphere of latex over her head. He twisted the slave's nipple and watched the hood pulse and throb with her breathing for a moment. Finally, he spoke.
"Fine, whatever. I've got more important things to do than have an argument with some unowned foreign tease." Still facing away from Alice, he slipped a finger between the hooded girl's legs and gently stroked, making her squirm enough to rattle her chains.
Alice knew she had gained some ground in the conversation, but what he was implying was dangerous for her.
"Sir, you may remember that before I came here you signed and sealed your agreement to my contract, which explicitly precluded any misunderstanding that I might be teas--"
"Do not lecture me on the law! I am a twelfth-generation Magister, and I can bring down justice on you so violently that you'd envy the wretches displayed on Traitor's Boulevard! Freewomb or thrall, you are a bird in a cage; and if you persist in this insolent contempt of my position I will pluck you to the bone!"
Magister or no, times had changed on Torei. In their desire to join the cosmic economy, the so-called "ringdoms" surrounding the world's equator had ceded an astonishing amount of power to the off-world embassies and business cartels. This man could certainly make life miserable for Alice, but he was no doubt under pressure to keep his hands off any foreigners. Any fear she had of consequences for angering him were mirrored on his side, as his government and the senior judiciary saw the need to protect off-world women and coddle the off-world men.
"Forgive my insolence, Sagacity," she used his court honorific, playing contrite to allow him to save face, "If it please you, I wish to complete our contract and return to my home."
He unlocked the cage with a thumbprint, and grabbed Alice roughly by the upper arm, dragging her out so quickly that she didn't have time to find footing with her ballet toes. She fell most of the way to the floor, her knees hitting the parquet with no small amount of force, and she rolled onto her back, winded.
Her elbow jostled a sleeping girl, naked but for a heavy steel collar, who moaned and curled her knees to her chest, reaching down to masturbate furiously. While Alice tried to regain the strength to sit up, the aroused figure slung a leg over her and began to grind against Alice's thigh. The girl's hands wandered over Alice's green corset, reaching between the cups trying to find an erogenous zone, and her legs pushed Alice's skirts higher, knees searching for Alice's slit.
Alice finally managed to gasp in regular breaths, and used what strength she had to detangle herself from the oversexed slave. The poor girl most likely had stimhibitors implanted; they would keep her aroused and stimulated for the rest of her life, but never permit her orgasm.
"Well my little bird, here is an example of my justice." He was speaking calmly now, and Alice found that more frightening than his earlier bellowing. "She was an obedient servant, I suppose. She was always punctual, never complained, and obeyed orders without question. But also ... without enthusiasm, either."
Alice brought herself to her knees, and began to plant one ballet boot on the floor, in the hopes that she had enough of a sense of balance right now to bring herself upright.
"I made her into a creature of pure arousal..." he seemed lost in thought as the girl on the floor continued the futile attempts to come, fresh tears joining old ones on her cheeks as she did so.
Alice did a quick trick of balance to swing herself back up onto her toes, standing fully upright again. She needed to find the way to close this transaction quickly so that she could go home and get some sleep. Alice thought she saw a hint of his reason for condemning that poor slave to a lifetime of unrequited desire: he needed women to admire him. She softened her approach still further.
"Sagacity, your power is impressive." Alice looked at his feet, doing her best to adopt a contrite tone. "I hope my performance tonight met your standards for enthusiasm."
He wasn't watching Alice, but instead kept his eyes on the squirming puddle of frustration by her feet. He seemed tired, and almost bored by the whole conversation now. He fumbled on the desk and pulled out a thin transparent card, and soon it sprang to life projecting the terms of Alice's performance contract onto the wall.
"I will pay your fee and send you home now."
"Sagacity, legally I--"
"I am the law!" he barked, pushing his thumb against a signet pad. The funds transferred to Alice, and the contract now listed her transport home as the only unsatisfied consideration. He fussed with another glass card, and the line item vanished.
"Thank you, Sir." Alice curtseyed, tapping one toe en-pointe against the floor as she lifted her skirts to reveal her shaven mound. The gesture was a local one, something from its golden days of lusty court libertines and beautiful courtesans. Alice did it partly out of thanks, but also to show respect for her client's stature. She may be free, but she only stayed so by navigating Torei's customs and culture.
She stepped the piles of female flesh on the floor, the chopstick stilts of her severe footwear clicking loudly as she kept her balance with fluid hand gestures. Alice picked her bag off of an end table and made for the door.
"Not so fast, womb."
"You'll need to take off your corset and skirt, and put them in the bag. They're going separately."
"Separately? I don't..."
"I've booked you a lead on mailrail. Your baggage will go with the morning collection."
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