<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Celede_sd/keilani1.jpg)</div>Keilani arrived to Horizon City, a fish out of water...literally.  Born and raised on an island of Hawaii to a poor family, she'd never rode on a plane, never been to a large city.  Horizon City was enormous!  It was nothing she could have imagined.  It was so high tech, so busy, so populated.  She'd been only in the City for a couple days and had already been processed, been inspected, interviewed extensively and taken around so she would not be completely useless to an owner if sent out for errands.  She just hoped she remembered or would be able to relate what she did remember to wherever her new home would be.<br/><br/>She had spoke to a few of the other slaves waiting to be sold.  Many of them were formally trained, been through years of slave, sex and/or education to make them more appealing to be sold on the block.  She didn't get to ask much more about what the training they had been through involved before being pushed to her knees, shoved into a cage or a different room.  No talking!  But why?  She didn't resist being pushed around and learned after the first day that furrowing her brow and glaring at whoever shoved her usually earned her more shoves, a few whips with a heavy flogger, a zap with an electric probe or open handed slaps.  It was effective in that they hurt without leaving marks on her.  Not used to pain, she certainly was responsive to the little bit doled out.  She had laid awake most of the first night with so many questions and concerns.  What if she ended up with a Master who liked to inflict pain?  She knew life would be much easier if she learned what an owner likes and to do as she's told.  But she didn't think she could come to like pain.  She had no idea that some pain with pleasure could heighten pleasure, she was so very inexperienced and naive in many aspects.<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Celede_sd/keilani2.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Keilani had hung back and observed while the two redheads were sold.  She watched their interactions with the men as they were being considered.  They were beautiful, pale skinned with pretty pink nipples.  She felt again that much more out of place.  Her glossy, long dark locks hung down her back, clean and brushed excessively.  Her skin glowed with a healthy tan, even over her toned body, with brownish pink pebble like nipples.  She had surfed, gathered fruits and did housework daily back home.  Her hips, ample behind and breasts gave her short frame a pleasing curvy shape.  She chewed on her full bottom lip as she watched a few other slaves and the possible owners.<br/><br/>"Hey...what are you doing back there! Move up to the front of the block!"<br/><br/>She jumped and hustled forward on nimble feet wanting to avoid the whip the man carried.  Taking a deep breath, she stepped up to the edge.  Her brown eyes were wide as she looked at the crowd, her arms at her sides, her breasts protruding out, straightening up to her full height of 5'2".  She was allowed to wear a white silk which hung delicately from her hips, shielding her sex, signifying she was untouched, a virgin.  Besides her exotic looks, it was her best bet at achieving a good owner as it brought her starting price higher.  She stood on her tiptoes a moment, looking out amongst the faces, one of the men here would be her Master, one of the men here will be the owner of her destiny.