Full Summary:
AU. Brothels are businesses that are privately-owned, but government-mandated in the hopes of decreasing public crime. Anyone can be claimed for service and people can be sent there to disappear. Anyone can use them on a sliding-scale fee. Anything can be done other than murder. It's not a nice way to live. But it's a business. And a place to hold secrets.
This is a modern AU, but it's also an alternate reality.
I really wanted to take an in-depth look at the way brothels are run and pedophilia rings. I've read other brothel stories, but I've found that people seem to really mix up the concepts of brothels with that of geisha.
Funny note: I went back over all of the rules and regulations of this site, reading everything. There is no rule asking us to put disclaimers on chapters. So I won't.
Unbeta'd
Warnings: Abuse, rape, pedophilia, violence, language. Sexual situations are described, but not graphic.
Lots of pairings. The main one is Sasuke and Naruto. Others will show up, there are going to be a lot of familiar names here.
Chapter 1: Naruto
Requisition Class B: Kid on the street. Discovered sleeping by the owner and brought back for entrance.
1.
The building wasn't half as big as the buildings that Naruto was used to sleeping next to. It looked cleaner as well. The car stopped and then went completely still as the man pulled the keys from the ignition. "C'mon kiddo," the man said, still in that friendly voice as he took a firm hold on Naruto's wrist.
Naruto hesitated as they approached the front doors. He was always shooed and chased away from storefronts that didn't want him ruining their displays. The man ignored Naruto's hesitation, almost pulling him off his feet. "This way, kiddo. How would you like a nice meal?"
Naruto's stomach clenched in response. Food was hard to come by. Edible food even less so. He nodded his head and followed the man inside of the building.
There was a reception area and a man looked up from the appointment book and then he looked down at Naruto. "Good, you found one," he said.
The man holding Naruto still nodded. "He'll clean up nicely too. You can start scheduling him in two days."
"Excellent," the man behind the desk said and pulled up another book, "Get me a picture soon."
The entryway was wooden and small. There were bathrooms on either side and a staircase that led to the second floor. Naruto got a quick glance around to see long corridors with windowless doors each marked with a different symbol. Then he was dragged up the stairs and through another door.
Naruto suddenly found himself facing a woman with short hair and a clipboard. "Oh!" she squealed, "What a little angel!"
She bent forward and took Naruto's chin in her hands. He shut his eyes, unused to the feeling of soft hands gentle against his skin.
"You think he'll work?" the man asked.
"Absolutely," the woman said instantly, "He's gorgeous."
"He's from the streets. I found him on South Faidley by Phillips Jewelers. No parents or siblings around."
Naruto opened his eyes as the hand instantly left his face and the woman began scribbling information down on her clipboard. "Got it, Roberts," she said, "I'll have the application processed by this afternoon and you can send it to Umino for clearance."
"Good. See you, Naruto," Roberts said as he left.
"Bye," Naruto said with a bit of a wave.
"Okay, Naruto," the woman said brightly, "Let's go ahead and get you cleaned up a bit first."
Naruto nodded. She led him to a tile bathroom and directed him to take off his clothing and throw it in a large bin. He did so uncomfortably under the bright lights and the strictness of her gaze.
"Step under that nozzle," she directed again.
He complied and she pressed a button and water hit him so suddenly that he cried out. It was warm and pleasant, but unexpected. The woman shouted to him again over the noise of the running water, "Rub the stuff in that bottle over your hair and your skin."
It seemed to take forever. He was clumsy, having no memory of ever using soap or shampoo or anything like it. He would sponge his face and hands off when he got near enough to puddles, but clean water was too precious to waste on skin. The luxury of this place was unimaginable and he kept his mouth open to catch some of the water as it dripped from the nozzle.
The water suddenly stopped and Naruto was left standing, watching the clear water swirl into the drain below him. "There you go," the woman said with a smile, "Nice and clean. Now come here and we'll get you dressed."
He walked over to her and she led him down the hall a ways to a closet. She gave him a clean towel and after seeing him struggle with it for a moment, she got to her knees to help him dry off completely. "Doesn't it feel good to be clean, Naruto?" she asked with that nice smile.
"Yeah," he said and smiled back.
She took hold of his chin again, but this time her hold was tighter. "Open up."
After a startled moment he opened his mouth and she sighed in relief. "You've still got good teeth," she took the towel then and ruffled his still drying hair, "Poor thing, you didn't eat much, did you?"
"No," he said, "Is there any food here?"
"In a little while. First you've got to get dressed," she examined him then with a practiced eye, "Skinny little guy. This will do."
She handed him a soft cloth shirt, blue, and something like pajama pants. The clothing hung off of him a bit, but wearing them was the most incredible sensation. The woman held out her hand to him and he took it with a smile.
In her office she picked up that clipboard again. "So your name is Naruto?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you know your last name?" she asked.
He nodded, "It's Namikaze," he said clearly.
The woman stopped then and looked at him. Her gaze turned suddenly thoughtful and the end of her pen hovered near her mouth. "Do you remember your mother's name?" she asked him.
"Um. No…"
"Do you remember anything?"
"She um, she had red hair."
"Red hair," the woman repeated and then she turned and started typing quickly on her computer. The screen filled with several copies of articles along with some pictures. The woman stared at them for a moment with just a second of indecisiveness.
Then she laughed and swung her chair around to look at Naruto. "Oh you silly kiddo, that's not the right name."
"What?" he asked startled.
"Your last name is Uzumaki."
"But it's always been Namikaze," Naruto protested.
The woman's gaze became ever so slightly sharper. "Whoever told you that Naruto?"
"I- I've just always known…"
"Your records right here tell me that you are Naruto Uzumaki," she said pointing at the computer screen.
Naruto couldn't read what it said, but it looked mostly like pictures. One of the people had red hair. "Is that my mom?" he asked suddenly excited and pointing.
The woman nodded. "And it says right here that her name is Uzumaki."
"Naruto Uzumaki," Naruto said slowly to himself as he gazed harder at the picture. "Do you know where she is? Can I see her?"
"I'm afraid your parents are dead, Naruto," the woman said, pressing a button so that the screen went blank.
"They are?" He had always wondered if that's why they weren't around.
The woman nodded.
"How did they die?"
The woman smiled sadly, "In a car crash, of course."
"A car crash?"
"Cars are very dangerous things, Naruto. Lots of people get killed in them."
She picked up her clipboard and her pen descended. "Naruto Uzumaki. Let's see, you look like you're about five or so. Abandoned with no memory of parents and no next of kin to claim him. Nearing starvation and arrived in poor condition."
She pulled that page off and moved to the next, mumbling under her breath. "Application for Fulfiller, male in the four-to-nine range. Blond hair, blue eyes, thin build. Submissive but unwilling. Needed for influx of demands for the young innocent type. Likelihood of injury mild to severe. Likelihood of accidental death is 3.6 on the scale."
She turned and grabbed a calculator with many complex screens and options. After several minutes she turned back to her clipboard. Page three. "Fulfillment for an additional 2.8% of clientele, projected profit increase of 4.8% in the current year."
She stopped then and smiled at Naruto. "You're going to make a lot of money this year. Bonuses all around."
"Money?" he asked, slightly excited. He'd seen the things that people could buy with money before. It was amazing.
"Lots of it," she grinned. There was the sound of her scrawling her name at the bottom and initialing the other pages, mostly checklists with annotations. "Time to send it to Umino," she said, taking his hand again.
They walked down the hall to a fax machine and Naruto watched in confused fascination as the machine swallowed the papers and then spit out two copies. "We've got to make copies," she told him, "Record-keeping is my specialty."
She then led Naruto to a small, white room with lots of interesting and foreign objects. There was a skeleton on a table. It looked too small to be a human, Naruto thought, maybe it was the skeleton of a baby.
"Wow, I haven't seen one this young in awhile," a voice said.
Naruto looked up to see a woman with brown hair pulled neatly away from her face. "Yeah, well we need some younger ones, desperately," the other woman said, "They keep growing up. And demand sometimes changes, you know?"
"That's the truth," the new woman said. She turned back to Naruto. "I'm Dr. Lawrence. Time to do an exam."
The other woman stood at the doorway casually writing down the notes that Dr. Lawrence kept saying.
"He's average healthy height, but several pounds underweight… feels like there was a break in his ankle at some point, most likely a couple of years ago… There's some odd scars on his face. Six of them, but they're identical and symmetrical. He's had them for years… His eyes are in great shape, ears as well… no visible malformations."
She had him take off his clothing then.
"The color of the blood is good, but it'll take a few hours for a further analysis. The urine is clear, good sign for his kidneys, it will take a bit longer for the full results. He's a virgin and penetration will be violent. He'll need to be brought back for stitches every time."
The woman at the door sighed. "That's going to be complicated. Can you give him some blood thinners?"
"Not blood thinners," Dr. Lawrence said, "But I can give him some hemoglobin supplements that will mostly block bleeding. It will make it more painful, however, since the muscles will take the brunt of it. And some of the customers want blood."
"Well, he's meant to be unwilling. So it's fine. Go ahead and start him on the supplements. What sort of food should we start him on?"
Dr. Lawrence looked back at Naruto who was watching them with confused and slightly worried eyes. He had put his clothes back on, even without her saying anything. Poor kid. "Keep him away from solids for now. Just use applesauce and mashed potatoes mixed with the vitamins. Watered down milk. Very small rations at first, or else he will get very sick. And keep him away from any spices of any kind until he's off of the supplements."
"Awesome. I'll take him away now. See you later, Lea," the woman said.
"Bye Sherry. See you soon, Naruto," Dr. Lawrence said.
"Bye Dr. Lawrence," Naruto said as he was led out of the room.
Sherry took him back down the stairs where she handed one copy of the papers to the receptionist. "Still need the photo," he called.
Sherry waved her hand, "He needs to be dressed for the part!" she called back.
They finally let him eat. Warm potatoes that tasted like heaven in his mouth and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation, startled when he realized that he'd eaten all of it. Sherry was gone and he hadn't seen her leave. A quiet, but smiling attendant took him to another room and gently cut his hair so that it no longer hung everywhere. A clean orange shirt with a blue swirl, brown shorts and little shoes.
"Beautiful," the attendant said and snapped a few pictures.
Naruto blinked at the flash of the digital camera. He'd never been in front of one before. "Okay, hon, take off the shirt and hold your arms out to the sides."
After Naruto pulled his shirt back on again he moved closer to the attendant. "What's going on? What are you doing?"
"Well see," the attendant said, pressing the button to view the previous pictures with an air of professional satisfaction, "we are cleaning you up and getting the paperwork done so that you can legally live here. You'd like to live here wouldn't you?"
Naruto's eyes widened, "I'd get to eat every day?"
"And sleep in a bed at night, too," the attendant said, turning a smiling face to Naruto who returned it eagerly.
"A real bed, inside," he exclaimed.
"Listen, I'm going to go upload these to the system, and you are going to go with Therese," the attendant said while pressing a button, "and she's going to take you to the play room."
Therese had soft hands and sad eyes. "Are you ready to go play?" she asked him.
Therese showed him how to play with some of the toys in the room. He was delighted by the miniature cars and the animal replicas. Therese noticed that he took a shine to a spotted, stuffed frog and he made it interact with all of the other objects. The children's books confused him.
He turned back to her, still holding the frog in his arm. "You've gotta lot of toys. Are there other kids here?"
"Yes," she said, ruffling his hair, "but they keep growing up. So we keep getting new ones."
2.
The receptionist looked with satisfaction at the new entry into their system. They had hard-copies of course, but customers were much more comfortable with their computer-based entries. They simply showed up, narrowed down their categories until they came to the picture and profile of the person that they wanted and then hit enter. Of course, they could add any specialties that wished for, braids, ribbons, chains, masks. Once the information was entered they were given a number and the receptionist was given the other number.
He was an excellent receptionist. Everything ran smoothly, he kept their schedules running beautifully, he matched cyclical clients and scheduled them ahead of time and he was nearly always correct. His ability to match clients with fulfillers was flawless.
The clients would ask sometimes, instead of going through the computer.
It would be a meek, young man that came through and timidly requested a twelve-year-old female with black hair and red socks. Or the confident blond that always walked in and would ask for 'whatever was hot'. The man insisted that he had no preference, but the receptionist noted that he always seemed most pleased with younger fighters.
The newest entry was going to alleviate some pressure. Their current youngest boy was now nearing the age of ten and he looked it. There was a significant difference in age brackets and the boy was now in the tween ages instead of a mere child. And so when clients came in asking for a little boy and they were given him, he ended up with many injuries. Unsatisfied, and sometimes satisfied, clients were often violent. The boy had a nice face and would serve well in the older age group, and the receptionist would rather not let him be scarred into the extreme kink section.
The new kid was going to be popular. Almost all requests for young boys came with blond and the boy was certainly blond. He seemed sweet enough and small enough and he was certainly new enough. Granted he probably wouldn't be able to perform any of the consensual fantasies any time soon, but there was still a lot that he could do.
According to the report, however, Dr. Lawrence suggested one of the consensual fantasy clients first, if not the bondage. And for every appointment he would need to be taken to the infirmary. She said not to let him work more than two clients a day for the first month. Luckily, Dr. Lawrence was a doctor hired by the establishment and was not a government appointed one so he was under no obligation to follow her instructions.
He scheduled Uzumaki for four jobs. He wasn't cruel, just efficient. Blow jobs wouldn't hurt the kid too much, just his throat. And it would be a good introduction to what things were going to be like. He scheduled four more for the following day. It was good business to get the kid's name and face out and about. Money was money was money.
3.
Therese felt a buzz from her phone and stood up. "Come on Naruto, it's time to go to sleep."
"In my bed, right?" he said excitedly, dropping the frog and grabbing her hand.
Therese opened her phone and looked at the screen which read 48. "Yes. And you get to share it with a friend too."
"A friend?"
"Yeah, a friend who will sleep next to you and keep you company, so you won't get lonely in the night. We just need to stop off at the nurse's, okay?"
"Kay."
Naruto wasn't sure exactly why he suddenly felt afraid when they entered the room. It was white and it was silver. Things glinted in the shadows.
"Umino approved his application, so he needs to be secured."
The man was startling. He looked normal, but his expression was a bit off. "Scrawny little thing," he said, grabbing Naruto's arms and placing his wrists in cuffs. The cuffs automatically tightened and the man pulled out a large needle.
"Don't worry, the needle makes it so you won't feel a thing," Therese said.
Naruto watched the needle disappear into his flesh and then he blanked out.
There was originally more for this chapter, but that made it really long, so I'm breaking it into two parts. So chapter 2 is almost completely ready.
What did you think? Should I continue it?