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Kairi
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 25, 2010
As Kairi a 17 year old female walked down the street to her job where she worked under the table she felt uneasy. Her brother Nick had been jumpy for the last 2 weeks. He was nervous that much she could tell and that meant he was in danger of being hurt.
With her mom being dead and her dad always away with 'business' She didnt think that things were too bad but then again he is always in some kind of trouble. She isnt exactly the best of them either. She did E every once in a while and she liked her pot. Shrooms were nice on occasion and if she felt she wanted a boost there's something she can get for that.
However it made money tight so she decided she'd go work at the bar. Her brother was always there so it kind of gave her a way to look out for him even if being a little awkward from time to time. The worked their schedule out fairly well so she only danced when he was in the back.
As she arrived she found out her brother was already inside. As she went to talk up to him he glanced at her and then after a moment took off to the bathroom. She wasn't about to go after him just yet, after all she had ten minutes to get ready and get on stage. When she went to the back however she was approached by her boss Tarren.
"Hey Terran whats up?" She asked hooking on the little straps to her top. "Not a whole lot. You're not going to be performing today though if you would like to accompany me to the back room, however, we need to talk." He said it to her but it was more as if he were talking through her or at a wall. His face was stern and uncaring. He wasn't the nicest of people but this wasn't his style.
As they got into the room Kairi immediately began to ask questions. "What did he do? Does he owe you money? I swear its not my fault I'll work it off and I'll get you your money." As she kept apologizing Terran sat there not really listening or caring his cold eyes fixed on her body. "Yes." He said stopping her little rant. "You will get me back my money and your brother owes us quite a lot. More money than you can make here. He actually came up with a great little scheme of things."
He paused letting her take in what he just said and pouring a glass of scotch on the rocks. As looks of confusion hit her face he continued. "Well he and I have come to the agreement that I drop his debt and in return he makes every one believe your leaving the country. Your father already knows that your 'leaving' your brother made up a brilliant explanation as to why as well. Now any of your friends are going to be notified you got in a fight and took off. From this point on I own you. I can sell you keep you do virtually anything I want."
As the realization of what is happening hits Kairi she immediately begins to protest "Woah- What? No way, there is no way you can legally do this and you have to be dumb if you think any one is going to buy that. This is not happening the police will find you. They can track the story and they'll figure it out."
She frantically tried to find humor in his face as she tried to reason with him. "No actually the story will check out. people will pay a lot of money for an identity. thats where a lot of what your brother owes us is coming from. You are going to be where the rest of it comes from. Although I cant exactly having you working here if you are in Egypt. So the most simple solution is to sell you. Make what I can and hopefully turn up a profit." His cold face was all business and the next thing she knew there was a man behind her wrapping a hand around her mouth and forcing a liquid into her arm after that she heard Terran mumble "Good night." And then nothing ness.
She awoke a few hours later in a cage. She had her clothes changed into her dancer outfit that she had half put on in the club. The glitter of the corset top catching the light and her skirt twisted side ways and slightly askew. As she went to fix her skirt in reflex she found her wrists were bound together with a zip tie. and she had also had a collar placed around her neck and attached to a leash on her cage which was labeled 24.
As her senses slowly perked up she heard them calling out from some where. "Okay and thats our final bidding on number 23. Next is number 24. Barely legal She is about 5'3'' well maintained but in a sense wild. she does have dancing experience but she has never been a pet, slave, toy or anything of the sort as far as we know. Lets start the bid at 8 thousand." Allowing every one to make there bids he awaits to see what the highest bid is announces it and gives every one a second chance to bid and after a few minutes dismisses number 24 from the stage.
About a half hour or so later Kairi is taken to a car out back where she is sat to await her purchaser. Not making much of a fight the thugs have a rather easy time putting her into the car and securing her by the leash so she cant run. The drugs still keeping her from fully reacting to the situation, but Kairi figured that would be alright. About another hour or two and it will have worn off enough that she could function like a mostly normal person. So she waited to see her new 'owner' and to decide from there how to give this person hell in a hand basket, or zip locks.
With her mom being dead and her dad always away with 'business' She didnt think that things were too bad but then again he is always in some kind of trouble. She isnt exactly the best of them either. She did E every once in a while and she liked her pot. Shrooms were nice on occasion and if she felt she wanted a boost there's something she can get for that.
However it made money tight so she decided she'd go work at the bar. Her brother was always there so it kind of gave her a way to look out for him even if being a little awkward from time to time. The worked their schedule out fairly well so she only danced when he was in the back.
As she arrived she found out her brother was already inside. As she went to talk up to him he glanced at her and then after a moment took off to the bathroom. She wasn't about to go after him just yet, after all she had ten minutes to get ready and get on stage. When she went to the back however she was approached by her boss Tarren.
"Hey Terran whats up?" She asked hooking on the little straps to her top. "Not a whole lot. You're not going to be performing today though if you would like to accompany me to the back room, however, we need to talk." He said it to her but it was more as if he were talking through her or at a wall. His face was stern and uncaring. He wasn't the nicest of people but this wasn't his style.
As they got into the room Kairi immediately began to ask questions. "What did he do? Does he owe you money? I swear its not my fault I'll work it off and I'll get you your money." As she kept apologizing Terran sat there not really listening or caring his cold eyes fixed on her body. "Yes." He said stopping her little rant. "You will get me back my money and your brother owes us quite a lot. More money than you can make here. He actually came up with a great little scheme of things."
He paused letting her take in what he just said and pouring a glass of scotch on the rocks. As looks of confusion hit her face he continued. "Well he and I have come to the agreement that I drop his debt and in return he makes every one believe your leaving the country. Your father already knows that your 'leaving' your brother made up a brilliant explanation as to why as well. Now any of your friends are going to be notified you got in a fight and took off. From this point on I own you. I can sell you keep you do virtually anything I want."
As the realization of what is happening hits Kairi she immediately begins to protest "Woah- What? No way, there is no way you can legally do this and you have to be dumb if you think any one is going to buy that. This is not happening the police will find you. They can track the story and they'll figure it out."
She frantically tried to find humor in his face as she tried to reason with him. "No actually the story will check out. people will pay a lot of money for an identity. thats where a lot of what your brother owes us is coming from. You are going to be where the rest of it comes from. Although I cant exactly having you working here if you are in Egypt. So the most simple solution is to sell you. Make what I can and hopefully turn up a profit." His cold face was all business and the next thing she knew there was a man behind her wrapping a hand around her mouth and forcing a liquid into her arm after that she heard Terran mumble "Good night." And then nothing ness.
She awoke a few hours later in a cage. She had her clothes changed into her dancer outfit that she had half put on in the club. The glitter of the corset top catching the light and her skirt twisted side ways and slightly askew. As she went to fix her skirt in reflex she found her wrists were bound together with a zip tie. and she had also had a collar placed around her neck and attached to a leash on her cage which was labeled 24.
As her senses slowly perked up she heard them calling out from some where. "Okay and thats our final bidding on number 23. Next is number 24. Barely legal She is about 5'3'' well maintained but in a sense wild. she does have dancing experience but she has never been a pet, slave, toy or anything of the sort as far as we know. Lets start the bid at 8 thousand." Allowing every one to make there bids he awaits to see what the highest bid is announces it and gives every one a second chance to bid and after a few minutes dismisses number 24 from the stage.
About a half hour or so later Kairi is taken to a car out back where she is sat to await her purchaser. Not making much of a fight the thugs have a rather easy time putting her into the car and securing her by the leash so she cant run. The drugs still keeping her from fully reacting to the situation, but Kairi figured that would be alright. About another hour or two and it will have worn off enough that she could function like a mostly normal person. So she waited to see her new 'owner' and to decide from there how to give this person hell in a hand basket, or zip locks.