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Post by Milk on Jan 15, 2010 0:37:26 GMT -5
The "circus" was always situated in the forest or the middle of fucking no where, miles from civilization...It kept the slaves and the acts from trying to run off. It was a cryptic looking circus, a giant black tent making up the main part of the "shows" and then a circle surrounding it of caravans and trucks to hold the tents, materials, and merchandise.
Caryssa Lockhorn was just that, merchandise. She had been for three years now. She sat in her caravan with her two van-mates, all dolled up and admittedly sexy. They were pricey sex slaves, but there was no limit as to what you could do to them...Well, there was one, but it was dealt with easily: a fucking fine. So really, if you wanted to choke a bitch to death, you could for an extra fee. Big whoop, this show made enough money as it was because rich bastards and their sons had nothing better to do in Cyanide City.
She sighed and pulled her fishnet covered legs up and tucked her curled brown hair behind her ears. Her golden eyes flickered to Molly and Raspberry and watched them rub some ointment onto recently opened flesh wounds. Poor things. She licked her lips and laid back against a pillow, wishing wholeheartedly she could have her life back, and that she'd give anything to return to the military, to fighting, to.....beer. She missed beer.
She heard their door open. It was sales time.
Unbeknownst to her, three days ago in another city a young man had drove by the circus and had spotted her getting into the car with another man, looking like a slut. But he knew her, and had called someone about it. He hoped she got rescued as soon as possible.
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Post by Koops on Jan 15, 2010 0:47:14 GMT -5
Killian stepped out of his black 1969 chevy camaro and looked around at the tent. He had been looking for some sort of excitement, and he'd heard about this sex-slave circus. Originally he hadn't came for the sex, just to see what it was all about, but now that he was there and he could smell the sweet scent of woman he was tempted.
He stepped into the large black tent and his eyes snapped around, he could see men he knew personally, men he recognized, men that were on hitlists, and then men he didn't even know. Killian sighed and looked around, looking for some sort of amusement. He didn't immediately see anything so he started to walk around, checking everyone and everything out.
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Post by Milk on Jan 15, 2010 1:02:56 GMT -5
Caryssa and the rest of the girls were herded into an area. She was brought up after the first two gals sold, and they were new- She felt sick, remembering how high the bids were for virgins. She was glad she'd been nabbed after she'd fucked around a few times. Thank. God. She looked around the audience and met the eyes of faceless men, and then their eyes became spots. The numbers were going higher and higher as she waited for some sick, lonely fuck to claim her and take her back to their...wherever, fuck her up, then drop her off here again.
He'd followed his partner and pulled up later. Hayven had been an assassin for a little over five years. His hair was black, and it was usually slicked back, and he loved to dress nice- he had on a pretty good ritzy outfit underneath his trench. None of that leather bullshit for him. He was patrolling the outside of the circus. He picked up his phone and sent Killian a text. YOU GETTING A GIRL? he texted and sent, sniffing around and looked for the freak shows this scandal was famous for.
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Post by Koops on Jan 15, 2010 1:11:12 GMT -5
DON'T KNOW YET Killian texted back, rolling his eyes, he wasn't exactly a large fan of texting, but it could be useful sometimes. He watched a couple bids, moving himself closer to where the woman were. The man hummed as he watched the ladies, seeing which of them look the most... Appealing. He smiled in a twisted fashion to himself. His eyes went from one girl and then landed on Caryssa and he felt something hot run through him. Killian started to place bids, not caring how high the price was. He wanted her.
Talon was boredly sitting outside her van, she had her long, shiny, blades out and was looking at them boredly, eyes half-lidded. How blase this entire thing was, she sighed, if only an interesting creature came around. Then again, the entire freakshow part of this 'circus' were extremely interesting. She looked around, eyes scanning the area about her with mild interest.
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Post by Milk on Jan 15, 2010 1:17:31 GMT -5
Finally, she was sold....To a faceless man. She was lead over to him. "Hello, bidder, this is our dear Caryssa. We need all the money by noon tomorrow and we need her back by tomorrow. Please be aware we do have ways to track our merchandise down, and that we will find you if you do not pay or return her." He meant the bracelet. She'd figured it out a long time ago.
Hayven slowed when he saw an act sitting outside a van. "Hey there," he greeted, approaching cautiously, as he had missed the show and didn't know who or what was dangerous. "You're an act, aren't you?" he asked curiously. He smiled at her softly, glancing at his text. TELL ME IF YOU DO, AND IF SHE'S HOT he texted and slid his phone into his pocket. "What kind of act do ya do?" he asked.
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Post by Koops on Jan 15, 2010 1:27:11 GMT -5
Another fucking text message. He huffed, pulled out the phone and looked at it. I DID AND SHE'S HOT! The assassin texted back and then slid his phone away when he was approached. "Ah, course. The lass'll be back 'ere tomorrow with yer money." Killian replied in his thick Irish accent, he grinned and looked down at Caryssa, eyes roaming over her body slowly and darkly.
"I go into my demonic form, do tricks, create illusions..." Talon replied in her flat and quiet voice. She stood and spread her fingers out, showing him the long blades. "Do they frighten you, sir...?" She asked curiously, pupils contracting as she looked him over.
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Post by Milk on Jan 15, 2010 1:31:15 GMT -5
Her eyes shot up at the accent. Wow, that was...slightly new. She had accents all the time, but....Not Irish. She stood there, waiting for him to summon her and then lead her to his car....She usually either sucked dick on the way over to the house or there were friends in the back that needed entertaining.
His eyes went over her blades, nodding to himself about how beautiful they were. "Oh, quite the contrary, I find your blades fascinating. I work with knives, love 'em. You have beautiful....Mind if I look at them?" he asked, approaching still and stopping five feet from her.
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Post by Koops on Jan 15, 2010 1:40:29 GMT -5
Killian gestured for her to come over before he grasped onto her wrist with his large hand and pulled her out of the tent. He looked around and then went to his car, letting her in before he got in on the other side. The man then locked the doors, he was the only one that had the ability to look or unlock them. "Yer a human, correct? I can never tell these days, so much cross-breeding goin' an' all tha'." He grunted, he didn't want to get a blowjob while he was driving, it was distracting.
Talon frowned, "That's to bad, I was hoping you'd be frightened." She walked over to him and lifted one of her arms up, extending it toward him and allowing him to see the deadly blades. "They're not permanently like that, I can turn them back into normal hands... If I felt like it." Talon watched him closely. "Would you like an illusion? I can make it a sexual one for you, if you don't want to buy one of the girls..." There'd been several occasions where men would find her later on and ask for such a thing, since they couldn't afford the girl they'd wanted or something similiar to that.
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Post by Milk on Jan 16, 2010 20:15:39 GMT -5
Caryssa was waiting to be told to start sucking. So she didn't buckle up immediately. "Yeah. Human," she answered and nodded. "May I ask what you are?" she murmured, golden eyes empty of interest. She didn't care, but she'd once gotten the crap bitten out of her by something, and she wanted to know what did and didn't have teeth.
"No, I'm not interested. Do you enjoy working here?" he asked, watching as another side show slid by, looking depressed. "...Are they all that sad? I know the merchandise tends to be, um....sad." He rambled, running a hand through his black hair.
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Post by Koops on Jan 16, 2010 21:46:00 GMT -5
"I'm a barghest, a 'black' dog if you will. I'm a death omen." He explained proudly and looked at her, he grinned and showed her his white and sharp teeth. "I only bite every now and then, don't worry, lass." Killian chuckled and placed one of his hands on her thighs. "Ye'd better put yer belt on."
"No, I don't." Talon answered as she let her arms hang at her sides again, her hands turning back to normal. "I'd like to be free, but i'm highly adaptable, and this doesn't bother me much." She gave him a blank stare. "The freaks? Most of them are sad, some of them are insane..."
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Post by Milk on Jan 16, 2010 23:49:42 GMT -5
"Death omen- Am I going to die? Cause if I am, my only request is that i die looking like I was holding a gun or something," she answered, buckling up and sitting back. "No blowjob? Handjob?" she asked, surprised.
"...You want to come with me for the night? I'm sure this organization won't care too much if you disappear and reappear for a night," he asked, looking around. Hayven smiled when he saw no one had seen them there. He could just....Well, no, no grabbing. But his connections would ensure he lived.
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Post by Koops on Jan 16, 2010 23:55:50 GMT -5
Killian snorted and shook his head to himself a little. "Ye aren't gonna die, but ye are gonna get fucked." He laughed and instead of asking her for any sort of activiity he instead put his hand down into underwear and started to rub at her lower lips, feeling them curiously as he drove. "We'll be going to a hotel fer the nigh'." The man told her as he pressed a finger into her, moving it around in a circular motion.
Talon blinked at him and then looked around. "They've got a tracker on me." She said bluntly, lifted up her petite wrist and pulling the sleeve of the silk robe out of the way, showing him the bracelet. "I don't think they'd allow me to go, since you're not paying, and since i'm not merchandise." Talon shrugged simply, not seeming to mind to much, though inwardly she really wanted to leave and just... Get away for a while.
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Post by Milk on Jan 17, 2010 0:04:33 GMT -5
"Mm," she muttered and looked out the window as he touched her. She closed her eyes and pretended to be enjoying it- her mind conjuring up images to at least get wet so it wouldn't feel weird or anything. She remembered this strong hispanic fellow she worked with...He was so fit...and muscular....And when he lifted things up in the weight room his muscles would bulge in all the right places. "Mm..." she moaned, thinking about him.
He looked at it, then around, and then pulled her through the shadows and to his car. "We'll get it off at a hotel," he said and let her into the car, and then locked it. He texted his friend HAVE GIRL, GOING TO HOTEL. WHERE WILL YOU BE?
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Post by Koops on Jan 17, 2010 0:11:14 GMT -5
"Ah, son of a bitch." Killian his and pulled his hand away from her and wiped it on his pants lazily, not caring about staining them. He pulled out his cellphone and looked at it, rolling his eyes at the message. I'M GOING TO A HOTEL NEARBY. FOURTH STREET. CALLED THE PLAZA. The man texted back while he was at a red light, he huffed, he hated being interrupted.
The demoness' eyes widened a fraction but she relaxed and allowed him to pull her off. Talon sat silently in the passengers seat, thinking about this all. "You're going to take it off of me?" She questioned once he had gotten himself inside, she looked over at him, confused.
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Post by Milk on Jan 17, 2010 0:16:10 GMT -5
Caryssa glanced at him. "Cell phones...Man, I haven't used one of those in three fucking years," she commented, sighing. She missed it. She missed a lot of things though, and this guy wanted to fuck, so she couldn't get on a soap box. Well, one thing she missed could be a total turn on, since guns could be an innuendo.
"Yeah. We're going to the Plaza," he said and sped off, taking the fastest way possible. "So what's your name? I'm Hayven. My partner has one of the merchandise, and I kinda feel bad for whoever he has. She's in for....a fruitful night," he rambled. His buddy Killian was an orange addict. It was weird. He was no better though, loving lemons and all.
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