“Please don’t resist, sweet face,” says Sakia. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are sparkling. She has olive skin, but I can see her cheeks are flushing. She’s pressing her boobs into my chest and I can’t help but be aroused…

Even if she thinks she owns me, I must hold on to my dignity. “No Sakia, I can’t right now,” I protest.

She touches the blue ring to my shoulder and I yell at the jolt of pain.

“Bad boy! Let’s try this again,” says Sakia.

There’s nothing else for it. I submit and we do it in the hot tub.

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It was easy to get lost in the heat of passion and give Sakia the action she wanted, but afterwards I feel drained and disgusted. I really just did it because a woman threatened me.

I decide to play it safe and hope the opportunity to escape will present itself. If I make Sakia think I won’t protest anymore, maybe she will let her guard down and I can slip away.

We get into flannel dressing gowns and Sakia leads me to a room with a wide, mahogany bed, a wardrobe and a table with an assortment of sweetmeats. There’s an en-suite bathroom of banana yellow porcelain. There’s another door in the opposite wall.

Ah. There are bars on the window. No getting out that way.

“This is your room,” says Sakia with a smile. She’s all excited after doing it with me. I did give her what she wanted and it was passionate, but now I feel queasy. Can’t let her know that though.

She points at the ceiling. I can see a camera. “You will be monitored, but don’t worry. It’ll just be me watching. Don’t worry about undressing, or even masturbating. I don’t mind. Now… I have a goofy fantasy… I want to dress you up as a clown.”

Oh no! This is something else I have to submit to. Sakia has a box of weird costumes stashed in the room. She insists on putting cold, white face paint on me and dressing me up in gaudy silks.

Sakia walks around me examining me critically. How embarrassing.

“Almost what I pictured,” says Sakia. “Your cute freckles show through the clown base though. I think you’re an adorable clown, but you can’t come out in public like this. A pity. Now…”

Sakia holds up a long, sausage shaped balloon. “Take this and try to say in a weird voice, ‘Sakia, want a balloon?’”

I hold up the balloon. It’s phallus shaped. I can’t believe I have to go through with this. “Sakia, want this balloon?”

“No, but you have something else I want.” Sakia pushes me onto the bed and starts sucking my face, getting the clown base everywhere. It’s pretty obvious she wants sex again. Her mouth on mine and her boobs shoved against me are getting me hard. I’ll just have to go along with it this time.

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Afterwards, we’re exhausted. I still have that dumb clown tunic on. Sakia’s lying on her back gasping, but now she sits up.

“If you want anything, just call 0 on the phone.” She points to the phone near the bed. “Order anything from the kitchen, or anything else within reason. Don’t come out of the room without permission. And especially don’t ever wander into the garden without me. The security system includes wolf hounds. Not to mention the moat with killer piranhas.”

“Um… my old job on the farm involved working outside,” I tell her.

“You can come outside with me,” says Sakia. “But only when I say. Remember, your only job is serving me now.”

It takes a while to wash the clown paint off, even with Sakia helping. She rubs my face and hugs me with an odd kind of fondness while she does so.

Tonight I’m struggling to fall asleep. I must escape, but only by waiting for the right opportunity.

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The next day, I wake up to see Sakia smiling down at me.

“I want a good morning kiss.” She grabs my face and clamps her lips to mine. She wants to use her tongue, so I try to push my tongue into her mouth as well. When we’ve finished her good morning kiss she claps her hands together. “Today you will support me at a business event. I need to dress you up all cutely first.”

She helps me dress in a jerkin and leggings with a spotted pattern. “I like spotted things,” she says as she examines me, walking around me in a circle. “The spots go with the spots in your complexion. Everyone will see I’m with the handsomest man in the room, or any room.”

We drive up to the business meeting place in a silver plated motor carriage, driven by a grim looking chauffeur in green livery. Sakia tells me a bit about what’s in store. “My business partners are all like vultures,” she says. “I hate the way they look at my chest and my behind. Your job is to be a human shield at these events. I also want to give the middle finger to my parents too. They’ve actually been nagging me to get married. To a close relative with a fat lip, no less! That kind of thing is traditional in Sperian culture, but I’ve no use for it.”

“Everyone from Speria has to marry their own cousins?” I ask.

“Maybe that’s what causes our unique eye colour. A trait caused by inbreeding,” says Sakia.

“Your eyes are so striking,” I tell her. It’s perfectly true.

“Go on,” she says.

She clearly wants compliments. OK, I have to win her trust.

“You’re as beautiful as any woman I could be lucky enough to see,” I say. “You complimented my freckles, but your skin tone is rich, warm, and even.”

“I love freckles,” says Sakia. “But I come from a nation of even skin tone.”

“You’re strong and you defy Sperian tradition,” I say, ploughing on with the compliments.

“Yes. If we were to stick to all the traditions, then I couldn’t even go into business,” says Sakia. “I am just a weak and feeble woman, according to our ancestors.”

“You’d show your ancestors what’s what,” I assure her.

There’s a question on my mind. “So this auction you bought me at… who else made bids?”

I have to know. Did Ty care at all where I ended up? Did my wife mind whose slave I became?

“A fair number of men made bids,” says Sakia. “One was a Sperian who I happen to know. Awful he is. A real sadist. I just had to outbid him.”

Yikes. It looks like Ty didn’t care. Had Sakia done me a favour?

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We drive up to a limestone coated building with weird round towers in the architecture. We go inside and are given glasses of cool sherbet by a receptionist.

“Business meeting in here,” says Sakia, pointing at a door off the reception hall. “Just stand and look pretty.”

I stand near Sakia as she sits opposite the table from an elderly Sperian man. They’re arguing about the sale of a piece of land. I don’t really follow it.

At the end of the discussion, the old man has something else to say. “Incidentally, Miss… Bar’uul is here. I think you’d better be on your guard.”

“Oh no! Bar’uul is the rotten, fat brute who wanted to buy you,” Sakia tells me. “He’s nothing but trouble. I wouldn’t be surprised if he thinks he can steal you.”

At that moment, the door is thrown open and a fat, mean looking man comes bursting in.

He points at me. “My merchandise!” He lurches forward. Sakia is on her feet and we stand close together, but what will happen now?