A woman came in next, and used her just as thoroughly. But when she was done, she patted Kita on her head. “Good girl,” she said, and Kita tensed, came, hard.
Then she left, and Nat came in, still wearing the collar. She lay down on Kita’s bed, still wearing her collar and her jacket and not much else.
Kita was supposed to make people happy if they came in to visit. She nuzzled Nat, and Nat gave a little groan, but didn’t react. Kita tried kissing her neck, experimentally, and there was a shiver of pleasure from the other girl. By the time the next guy came in, she was working over Nat pretty well, running a hand across her nipples, her other hand on her pussy, fingers running across her clit.
He had them suck him off; Kita’s mouth on his cock, Nat’s on his asshole, their hands twined together around his balls and shaft. “About ready for the two of you back out there,” he said, when he was done. “Come on, follow.”
They followed. It was part of making someone who’d come into the room happy, after all. And there was the slight chance that someone would pat her on the head and call her a good girl.
When they got back out to the living room, Balan had given Gerana a piece of paper.
“And that’s for all of it,” he said. “All the prototypes, all the blueprints and production information for the exercisers, everything.”
“That’s a big number, Gerana,” said Terra.
“Not big enough,” said Gerana. “And all the prototypes? I thought I was entirely clear about Kita not being for sale. Not Kita, not her collar.”
“I’ll give you another eighty thousand for Kita,” said Balan. “She’s adorable. But her collar is non-negotiable. It’s got to go with us, and you have to agree to stop all research along these lines.”
“But!”
“But what happens when the government gets wind of it, Gerana?” said Balan. “You were right to offer it to me, and this is about the maximum I can give you for it. But this is way too powerful for what you’re using it for. From what you've told me, once you put that collar on someone, you could have them for the rest of their lives. What happens if you get a member of parliament to wear it under his cravat? What happens if that happens to all the opposition leaders?”
Gerana scowled at him.
He took the paper, crossed out the number, and wrote a different number. “And that’s it,” he said. “Final offer. And that includes Kita.”
“She’s worth twice that,” said Gerana. “And no; I want that one collar.”
Balan shook his head. “I had a feeling that would be a sticking point.” One of the other women had brought a briefcase in with her. Balan took it, opened it. There was a rawhide whip inside, with a fancy-looking handle. “You can keep Kita, but not the collar. Here's a substitute. It’s not quite as immediately effective, but if you use it right, I’ve got a feeling you can get very similar results.”
Gerana picked up the whip, uncoiled it, and Kita shivered.
Gerana gave Kita the faintest hint of a wink, and Kita shivered again.
“Deal,” said Gerana, and then she signed, and Terra signed. Nobody asked Kita for her signature, and fair enough.
Balan took the collar off of Nat, which Kita hadn’t exactly expected him to, and the collar off Kita. At which point, she was painfully aware of how rumpled her dress was, and the way everyone was looking at her, so she got up, ran to her room, and crumpled up behind the door, until they were all gone.
After a while, there was a knock at the door.
Kita didn’t answer.
“Come out, Kita,” said Gerana. “Hands and knees, out to the living room, or you’ll get three extra shots with the whip.”
Kita hesitated, then she crawled out to the living room. Terra was cleaning up, and Gerana was sitting on the couch, looking pleased with herself.
“Come here, Keets. That’s a girl. On your knees, hands behind your head.”
Kita did what Gerana told her.
“Now, as you may have heard,” said Gerana. “We’re rich now. Yay!”
“Yay?” repeated Kita. Then, “Us?”
“Well, sure,” said Gerana. “Although money won’t matter too much to you, really. Tomorrow we’ll start looking for somewhere big enough for Terra to have proper labs, and you'll get a comfy little cage in my bedroom, for when Terra’s not actively experimenting on you.”
“But I—”
“Sh,” said Gerana. “There are going to be some rules. No talking when you’re on your knees is an important one.”
Kita flushed, and looked down, and then Gerana grabbed her, pulled her up, and hugged her.
“Last chance to back out,” she said. “Otherwise, go to my room, and lie down on the bed. We’ll come in and tie you up pretty soon, and then I’ll beat you with my new whip, and make you lick us out. And tomorrow we’ll go shopping.”
Kita went into Gerana and Terra’s room, and lay down on the bed. It was too bad about the collar, really. But it seemed like there was a good chance that someone was going to pat her head, and tell her that she was a good girl.
Probably, without the collar, that wouldn’t be enough to make her come.
Probably.
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