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Strange Encounters (T W I N K L E x Sweetnothings)

T W I N K L E

T W I N K L E

Planetoid
Joined
Oct 2, 2012
Location
USA
In the dark of the night, Akira slipped through the shadows as she made her way out of the streets and into a very popular bar. Of course, to those outside the "circle", the bar is just a normal rich people's bar: It's big, colorful, always full, and has a constant flow of rich VIPs coming in and out on a daily basis. To those inside the "circle", the bar is nothing more than a trading center, where the unfortunate were taken and sold. Some were pre-trained, and others were new and very wild. Those inside the circle, mostly rich men with nothing better to do than to cheat on their wives, would come here often to either see performances put on by the unfortunate ones, or to buy one or two of them for personal entertainment. Akira was here for the latter reason.
Akira made her way to the VIP lounge on the 3rd floor. To be more specific, the 3rd VIP lounge on the 3rd floor that is located right next to the 3rd elevator. The reason for this specific room is that the elevator next to it is labeled as "out of order" and has been labeled as such for a very long time. The truth is that the elevator is nothing but an empty shaft, and the real elevator is the VIP lounge next to it. Once inside the room, Akira ran a hand through her auburn hair, which was short and layered but slightly long in the front, especially the sides. She had bangs that could barely tuck behind her ears but they managed to stay out of her face so she was fine with it.
She swiped her VIP card in the little scanner thing by the door and a small compartment opened up. She took the key out and entered the closet. From there, she used the key to open another compartment with a list of buttons and chose the very last one, sending her down to the lowest floor available. This was the general floor people go to to buy slaves, and that is what Akira was here to do. Still dressed in a tuxedo vest and dress shirt, she began to browse around.
 
'Why did I get myself in here? I should've stayed home that night.' That was the thought process of Nera. She in her cage, playing with the name tag around her neck. She had seen the outside of the establishment. How could something that looked so innocent could hold so many horrors? For Nera, this was a horror she never wanted to live through. She was one of the newer ones. She was only captured two days ago. It started out with her normal walk through the forest by her house. She took the same route every day for the past two years. It only had to be that day she took another route to get to the river. She thought it was fine. She ignored the signs of a recently disturbed scenery and took it anyway.

Nera was ambushed from behind, being knocked out with a large object and collapsing. She awoke hours later to find herself in a cage in the back of a semi. Around her were other girls like her. Some were crying, screaming, or sleeping. The truck came to a stop. The cages were distributed amongst three different smaller trucks. She went into the last one which went to the current bar she was in. From there, they were tortured just to see how broken the girls could get. She was one of the lucky few who still held on to her dignity, though she had healing scars on her wrists and ankles from the shackles. Never in Nera's life did she imagine something like this could happen to her.

Strands of her dark red hair hung in front of her eyes. She blew them up as she pulled her knees to her chest. The cages didn't offer the best space. She laid head against the bars, her eyes moving to the different cages. She rubbed her eyes and heard footsteps. Someone was looking. She sat up and moved closer to the front of the cage. She narrowed her blue-hazel eyes to get a better look at who was coming. She tapped her fingers on the bars, hoping she'd catch the attention of the potential buyer.
 
Akira didn't pay much attention to the faces of the slaves she passed by. A simple glance was all she gave to each. With the room being so dark, it was rather hard to see anything properly. Without hesitating for long, she walked up to the person in charge. "Any chance you can turn the lights on brighter? I can't see a damn thing in this darkness," she complained.
The man in turn, said, "My apologies, sir, but as you can probably see, most of these slaves have gotten used to this dim lighting and making it any brighter would hurt their eyes."
Akira didn't really believe the man, but a refusal was a refusal and she knew when to back down. With a silent sigh, she took a look around again at the slaves, this time looking at them a little more carefully. Some sobbed, some cried, and some just sat there. As far as she could tell, those were the broken ones. Akira didn't have any need for a broken slave. She wanted a new one, one that she could train herself. Perhaps one that can actually put up a fight and make things interesting once in a while. It was then that she laid eyes upon a female in a cage with dark red hair similar to her own, though of a darker shade. The eyes were familiar for some reason, as well as the face, but Akira didn't linger on the details. She's the one and that was that.
She stood there next to the cage, staring at the woman inside before calling out to the cashier.
"I want this one," she said loudly. Pretty soon, the man came around and opened the cage for her. The woman was brought out for a closer look.
"Are you sure?"
"Just shut up and lemme have her," Akira said. She had wasted too much time here already and she needed to get home soon.[/size]
 
Nera watched the buyer walk around. She was disappointed the figure didn't give second glances to the slaves. She sat back on her ass and pulled her knees to her chest. She hissed to herself when the pain flared up. She immediately had her feet out, looking at the wounds around her ankles. 'What was the point of those shackles? That torture didn't do a damn thing, and now I'm stuck with these scars.' She scolded mentally. She had to find a way to get back at those pigs.

Nera perked up at the sound of a female voice. "That would be awesome if he turned on the lights. It's too dark, and I actually want to see my skin." She muttered softly. Again, she was disappointed. Nera would've loved it if the man had turned on the lights. She laid her head against the bars, having lost hope that she would ever get bought out of this place. Nera sat up when she heard the footsteps. Another chance. A smile pulled her on her lips as sat on her heels even though they were starting to hurt like hell. She managed not to shed a single tear from the excruciating pain. She was surprised when the buyer stopped in front of her cage. Nera stared at her, unsure whether to say something. She looked familiar, but she shook it off. She blamed it on the lighting. She was taken out of her cage. She stood and stayed silent. Only now did she realize the pain was worse standing. She bit the inside of her cheek to prevent any noises for escaping. The buyer looked really familiar, and she couldn't figure out where.
 
"Now, again. Are you sure you want her? This is a one way one chance purchase with no refunds or trades," the man said.
"Yes, I can read the sign on the door when I first came in here, and yes, I'm pretty sure I want this one."
The man shrugged again before he removed the shackles and began placing a white collar on the girl's neck.
"Nope. Not that collar. It doesn't suit her. Make it black. I think it would suit the red hair better," Akira said as the man shook his head and changed the collar color. The collar was cloth but was made in a way that it doesn't break easily. It's almost as sturdy as an iron shackle, only lighter.
Once the shackles were removed for good, Akira took a few steps back as the man brought a hose over and hosed the girl down. Nothing better than high pressured water to clean a slave.
By the time that was done, Akira had picked out a few outfits from the clothing section for the girl. They were not very fashionable, but weren't terribly hideous either. She looked at the girl, then at the outfits, and settled for the turtleneck shirt and jeans. Of course, she bought a few toys to go along with her new slave. Akira waited for the girl to be dried before handing her the clothes.
"Get dressed and get your tracker. Then we'll go."
The man went behind his counter again and pulled out a small dog-tag that was meant to fit onto the collar. He handed Akira a basic GPS that tracks the dog-tag before placing the dog-tag on the girl's collar. It can't be removed, of course, without Akira's permission. It was a handy little tool, since she has yet to know what kind of slave she had just bought.
"Done?" she asked as she stood by the door.
 
Nera listened to the conversation between the seller and the buyer. She was glad the shackles were removed. The pain was beginning to get too much for her. She frowned when the collar was put around her neck. It was white. She was about to touch it when her new owner demanded the man make it black. Once it was latched on, she tried to pull it off. It felt soft, but it wouldn't break no matter how much Nera pulled. She wasn't expecting the wash. She yelped as the cold water touched her skin. She jumped up and tried to get away from it. She shivered at the end of it, her hair wet and her nude body shaking visibly. She glared at the man, wishing he was dead.

Nera had watched her owner pick out a few outfits for her. They were horrid. She would never think about wearing those. Especially the one she had picked out. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and took the towel from the man. "I can dry myself off." She snapped. She rubbed the towel over her body and through her hair. She snatched the outfit from the woman's hands, glaring at her also. She didn't wish she was dead, she just wished she didn't pick out ugly clothes. She pulled the clothes on and rubbed her arm awkwardly. She walked to the counter once she was done to be fitted with the dog tag and the tracker. She lifted the tag up. Her owner didn't even ask for her name. "I guess." She murmured at her question. She walked to her, her dark blue eyes staring at her new master.
 
Once the girl got back to her, Akira figured it was time to go. She motioned the man over and she paid him in cash, fully of course. This was one of those things that one wouldn't usually use credit cards for, or anything that can be tracked easily.
"Come," she said, leading the girl out of the dark place and into the elevator.

Once the elevator started moving, Akira walked around the girl for a bit before placing her hands on the girl's waist. Slowly, Akira slid her hands up and down the girl's body. She moved one hand up to grope the girl's breasts, and the other her butt. Of course, she did it all under the clothing.

"Now that we don't have a creepy guy around, what's your name?" Akira asked, still feeling up the girl.
 
Nera blushed slightly. She didn't know which one was better: getting out of the dark room or actually being in the dark room away from her new master. She went with the first option. She followed her order, following her master to the elevator. She winced slightly at the sudden light, but she got over it, happy to see light.

She sighed softly as the elevator started moving. Nera closed her eyes briefly to get some rest in. She opened her eyes at the sound of her owner's footsteps. She gasped as the sudden touches. She squirmed underneath her hands, trying to pulling away. "N-Nera." She stuttered as her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "W-what do I call you by?" She asked softly, unsure if she should speak without her permission.
 
"My name's Akira, but you can call me whatever you'd like, so long as it's not offensive."
Akira held the girl's body against her own for a while as she continued to move her hands across her skin. After a few moments, she let go and took a step back.
"Well, I suppose your sizes are pretty close to mine, if not the same..." Akira started to say before the elevator came to a stop. Taking the girl's hand in her own, Akira pulled Nera out of the elevator, out of the VIP room, through the annoying halls filled with strange techno music, and out into the open air of the streets. There was a black car waiting for her right outside the door.
Opening the door, as she's done so many times for her female associates, Akira motioned Nera inside before getting in herself.
Sitting inside the car, Akira was rather uncomfortable with not doing anything. She hated sitting still. Within seconds of the car moving, Akira seated herself next to Nera and with one hand on the girl's jaw, she examined her face carefully.
 
From asking the other slaves, they had told Nera they had different names to call their masters, but Akira seemed to be the only one who allowed her slave to call her anything. That name, though, vaguely sounded familiar. She took in deep breaths as she ran her hands across her skin. She was ready to pull away and stand in the corner. Gladly she didn't have to do that. She looked at the elevator door, glad it was done. She gripped her hand and followed her through the VIP lounge, the halls, then out of the building.

Nera studied the wounds around her wrist. They were already scars opposed to her ankles which were still healing. She was hesitant getting in the car. She sighed and studied the car she was in. Once the car started moving, Nera found her jaw between Akira's hand. She furrowed her eyebrows and tried pulling away. "Let go of me." She complained.
 
"What makes you think I, your new master, will listen to your demands?" Akira said with a commanding tone.
"As far as I'm concerned, I just bought you, which makes you mine now. So, do as you are told and stop talking back, or you will be punished. I may not be heartless, but that doesn't make me merciful."
Akira slipped herself behind Nera, both legs now wrapped around the girl's waist. She nibbled on Nera's ears as her hands slipped under the girl's shirt and slowly made its way up to her breasts.
Akira has touched herself several times before, but in the end, nothing compares to touching others. Especially the boobs.
 
Nera flinched at the sound of Akira's tone, but she quickly gained her confidence back. She wasn't planning on being those broken slaves she saw. She was going to fight. "Then you're going to have to punish me." She snarled through her teeth. Nera knew what Akira was doing. She struggled against her waist, reaching around to grab something. Her breathing hitched when her master started feeling her breasts. "Don't touch me there!" She yelled.
 
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