Kalani Ochoa

Tiffany laughed lightly, “Okay good, I appreciate that.” she added. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands in her hair. As much as she felt like she needed this, she knew Kalani needed it more. So once her hair was rinsed clean she swapped places with him and started to wash his hair, being very careful of his injury. “Let me know if it hurts.” she said as she gently looked at his head and rinse any blood from his injury. Once it looked clean, she gently began to work shampoo into his hair. “How have people been lately in the cells? Do people seem…as alright as they can be? I should do more rentals.” she mused, worried about the other slaves too.

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“I can’t imagine you would want to go back.” she agreed with a little smile. Tiffany waited for Kalani to join her in the shower, always enjoying the sight of him without clothes but mostly wanting him to feel better. She knew he would likely never feel completely safe, but they could try for a while tonight.

Tiff lowered her hands when she felt his in her hair, and glanced over her shoulder to smile at him. “I don’t think scalp massages and someone playing with your hair gets enough credit. I always love how it feels.” she admitted. She passed him her shampoo, figuring they would help wash each other’s hair and then she could double check his head for injuries.

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Tiffany shook her head, “Don’t apologize because some masters were being jerks, I wish I could help whenever that happens so none of you have to deal with that.” she admitted. “With this new spell, I’m afraid I’ll just do more harm than good so maybe we should hide out here until it passes.” she mused. The blonde pulled Kalani gently into the bathroom and started a warm shower. “I think we’ll both feel better after this.”

The siren stepped into the shower and waited for Kalani to join her, “Come on in, the water’s fine.” she assured, tipping her head back to get her hair wet and get some of the liquor out of it. 

Despite the treatment he received as a slave, he still was very happy he’d been sent to the school. It was difficult for him to ever feel discouraged or hopeless while here, Tiffany’s smile, her kindness and her attraction to him made it more than worth it. “I think that’s a good idea. I wouldn’t really have a desire to go back there, spell or not,” he said, shrugging his thick, broad shoulders at her. No, he was more than content to spend the rest of the evening, alone with Tiffany. 

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Tiffany waited until Kalani looked ready to stand before helping him up. She looked at him in concern while he checked his head. “I think we should go somewhere quiet, where I can check out your head better.” She took his hand gently and led him out of the club, not looking back at who might have a problem with it. 

She led them to her house on the beach, “I think we should wash off this liquor and see if we can’t get rid of some of tonight.” Tiffany didn’t think it was the most romantic moment considering how they both felt right now, but she figured she could offer something nice to try and make up for tonight. “Do you want to take a shower together? Or a bath? Once your hair is clean I can check out your head better, and we could just curl up with a movie or something.”

The side of Kalani’s head pounded. Sharp twinges of pain erupted down to his neck. He didn’t think it was serious, as he sat up, the pain even began to subside. Nothing that a little rest wouldn’t be able to take care of. But he didn’t turn down Tiffany’s offer to at least look at it. The bound Seer gave her a subtle nod, then began to roll up onto his feet, constantly looking around to see if they would return.

Selene was amused by the man’s facial expressions, her gaze flickering up at him with a small smirk. But that amusement could only last so long when he started moving his hands, her eyes narrowing. “What? You don’t speak? But you can hear me though, can’t you?” She says, fairly certain he was reacting to what she was saying. Quickly she reaches up, grabbing Kalani’s chin, manicured nails digging into his skin as she pulls him down, squeezing to force his mouth open. “What, are you missing your tongue or something? No, looks like it’s still there. Are you purposefully defying me right now?” She says as she continues to hold onto his chin with an iron grip and keep him at her level so she can look him in the eye. 

She stares at him like that for a moment, before shaking her head, and tutting, fingers letting go of his chin. “I suppose I’ll have to make you speak then, if you’re going to be so stubborn.” She says, unamused and entirely impatient. The next thing to come out of her mouth was an enchanting, beautiful melody, the greek lyrics filling the air as she carries out the little song, knowing she’d be able to make him do whatever she wanted after this. The song wasn’t terribly long, and after a minute she finished, looking back up at him with gleaming eyes. “So, now, tell me your name, your species, and if you know how to please a woman. Spoiler alert, the answer to that last question should be yes.” 

Kalani was aways worried that others would take offense to his silence, despite the fact it was meant to be a method of respect. He nodded at her question, confirming he was able to hear her fine. Kalani didn’t flinch as her slender fingers gripped at his chin, his eyes shot down to get a better look at the blonde tormentor. Kalani shook his head again at her, as best he could given her grip. His eyes flickered up, looking across her suite, as if there would be something there to save him from whatever she had planned, or the humiliation at the very least. 

But her next comment was what jarred him, threatening to make him talk. He couldn’t help but to have his sight land back on the woman. A Siren -- like Tiffany, he thought to himself, but clearly the two, despite physically having some similarities, were very different. Her song filled his head, Kalani closed his eyes, as if trying to actively fight her words. Clearly, it gave no actual resistance, because at her question, Kalani’s mouth opened. “My name is Kalani Ochoa. I am a seer, but I was bitten by a wolf a few years ago. I know how to please women, and have been with a Siren before,” he admitted. Kalani hated confessing about his bite, wanting to try and forget it. 

Iolana giggled a little softly as she watched Kalani’s response before she let out a small sigh. Of course he didn’t sleep comfortably here, and it wasn’t surprising to hear that the school really didn’t care to prioritize their comfort. In their eyes, they were freeloaders who didn’t deserve that privilege. “Really? Was that a long time ago?” she asked. “Do you ever get a chance to sleep somewhere else, though? Like… rentals or maybe with one of your friends that you trust? Oh! Like Tiffany. I met her a little while ago.” The sudden memory popped up as she recalled the blonde mistress offering her a smoothie. Whatever their relationship was like, Lana picked up easily that Tiffany was very nice and that Kalani definitely trusted her.

“If I ever get the chance to, I’m sure we’d all have a fun time together, and you would have delicious food to eat and enjoy.” She let out a wistful sigh; if only they were able to live out that fantasy, as simple as it was. It made her miss her own family a bit more. “Really? I mean, I think I could too, but I don’t know that I fully trust anyone else here on this island besides you so, if it’s okay, I’ll leave the kitchen to you? And I’ll collect all the ingredients.”

Kalani nodded. “Yes, sometimes. With one other person, really,” he told her. He’d spend that night at Tiffany’s occasionally. It was never really planned out, and his actual rentals were few and far between. Which was fine, he wasn’t one to complain. Life could have been a lot worse for him, his times where he was out of his cell were ones he enjoyed, but it was more because of the company he had, rather than just because he had a bed that could adequately fit him. “If I am not there one night, it’s because I am safe,” he assured her. There was no way for that to be true all the time, but it would at least hopefully put Lana’s mind at ease. He’d most likely spend even less nights outside the basement now, with Iolana here. 

Kalani nodded at her, knowing that would be fun. At the very least, it would give Lana someone new to rely on. “It makes transitioning to the custom and traditions here a lot more easy when you know people here. “I can do that, I can find us some place for it. It’s probably better that way. I fear people will make you owe them something in return,” he told her. 

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Chloe was excited–so long as Kalani was obedient then the two of them easily would have no problems. Well, she wouldn’t but she certainly couldn’t speak for Kalani and his enjoyment (or lack of) during this rental. “Good,” she replied, another grin, as a finger tapped against his cheek. “And why not? You know what, I don’t care why. All I care about is that this week, you are to speak when I tell you to. Maybe even sing too if I so order it. Understood? Ah–that requires a verbal response, not just a nod.”

Before she walked away, Chloe lingered a little to make sure that Kalani did as she instructed. As soon as he sank to the ground, crawling on all four, the mistress smirked before walking off towards her playroom. How unfortunate for him that Chloe had purchased a fairly large house. “Wait here,” she instructed as soon as they entered before Chloe walked off to a cabinet. Digging through a few things, she pulled out a pair of very short and very tight briefs as well as a leather harness. “Hm, these might be a little tight on you, but here. Get changed.” She tossed the two pieces onto the ground before Kalani before settling herself down on the edge of the bed, her eyes watching expectantly.

Kalani was all too happy when she dropped wanting to know why. It wouldn’t have made sense to her, anyway. That wasn’t a shot at her intelligence, he just knew that his experiences were different than hers, or anyone who didn’t understand Kekahi with firsthand knowledge of it. “Yes. I understand, Mistress,” he told her, fighting the urge to simply nod at her orders. the thought of singing perplexed him, he might have had various talents, but that was far from one of them. 

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Tiffany breathed in relief when it sounded like the men were growing bored of this show they had created. She grimaced when the man grabbed her hair and tried to bite back a sound as she hit the ground but was unsuccessful. She looked up at Kalani just in time to see them hit him over the head and she gasped, wanting to yell at the men for hurting him but she didn’t want to make this any worse. When he fell to the floor she quickly moved over to sit next to him and checked his head. She cradled his cheek with one hand while the other pulled glass from his hair and checked for any injuries.

“I’m so sorry.” She said softly, looking at him in concern before glancing up and making sure the men left. “Sorry if I made it worse, and that you have to deal with stuff like that all the time.” Tiffany slowly stood and reached her hand down to help him up. “How about we get out of here?”

It wasn’t the first time Kalani and Tiffany had gotten into a mess like this. It probably wouldn’t be their last time, either. The dynamic of this place was grading, but Kalani could handle it, if it meant being close to Tiffany. Eventually, she wouldn’t need to interject in order to defend him, he’d be able to do that himself the moment they would leave this place. Kalani came too, looking up at the blonde as she picked some of the glass from his locks. He let out a soft groan as the pain finally shot through him. 

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He really was sticking by this strong and silent type persona he had going on. It amused Chloe though she was excited to break that apart over the course of the week. With her arms crossed, she slowly circled Kalani, the sounds of her heels clicking lightly against the floor. Even now, he seemed to really cling onto this determination of not speaking. But if he was smart about it, he’d listen to her.

“See, now, was that so hard? And I do like the sound of your voice.” she cooed softly. She reached out to him, fingertips grazing against his arms and his chest before she stopped right in front of him. “I knew you weren’t all that disobedient, and clearly you must have learned pretty quickly.” Chloe sized him up as she brought her hand around his neck, fingers wrapping and giving it a squeeze with her nails digging into the skin. “You’re going to call me ‘Mistress’ during this week.” Letting out a satisfied sigh, Chloe tilted her head to one side and smiled. “Let’s get you into something else. Oh and, hm, you’re too tall for me. You can crawl behind. Come now.”

It didn’t surprise Iolana that Kalani had helped out others before with the shower situation. Given how caring he was, she found herself smiling at how grateful she was to have him in her life. With him around, she definitely felt a little safer and more comfortable. There was definitely a lot to be worried about and a lot that Lana still feared but it all felt more manageable with someone she could turn to. “Thank you, Kalani. I really do appreciate it.” While she couldn’t exactly do the same thing for him given their size difference, she would do whatever she could to care for him. “I think it help a lot on days I have to wash my hair; that always takes me the most time,” she added with a soft chuckle in attempt to lighten the mood a little.

Iolana giggled, fantasizing along with him at what could have been even if it was unlikely. That life sounded so much easier and carefree. “I do not understand how you’re able to sleep comfortably in these cells. They are definitely not one-size-fits-all.” Even for her, being a little taller than most others, Lana didn’t have too much room left to stretch when she slept. “I would never. I fear she would never invite me in ever again. I will admit that some of the things she makes are beyond me; I wish I had learned some of her recipes before I left.” While it was a little harder to make certain things at this island given the different ingredients available, Lana would have liked to learn more skills. “You’re probably right. I don’t really know where else to go unless we seek out a master or mistress we both trust.” And Iolana genuinely didn’t mind that but she also enjoyed one-on-one time with Kalani, and likely especially more so if they got to quell some of their homesickness. No one else understood Kekahi and its culture like Kalani did.

Kalani was fine with it. He didn’t care which days she needed it. His morning were almost always free. The only issue was the nights after working at the club, he’d usually get in around 3AM if he worked the last shift available, leading to a few late morning, occasionally. But he never slept all the well, he was more likely to get up after a few hours than to sleep in, even in the summer. 

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Figuring out the slave’s name took a bit of effort on Chloe’s part, though with a bit of sweet talking from some guards, the mistress managed to pinpoint Abbi’s (prior) cellmate. Now, while getting more dirt on her half-sister was still a priority, Chloe did not forget the disrespect from Kalani the last time she saw him. The slap across his face was a lesson, certainly, but a very brief one, and she personally was not satisfied with that. So, she wanted to isolate him in a controlled environment of her choice.

Early that morning, Chloe was just finishing up her coffee when she heard the knock at the door. Special delivery time. With a bit of a pep in her step, the mistress made her way over. Upon opening the door and seeing the giant delicious treat before her, she gave an amused smirk. “Surprised?” she asked, addressing the slave before turning to the guards. “Thank you so much for bringing him over. I hope he was no trouble. Or, well, even if he was, I’m sure you could have handled it.” Not waiting for the guards to respond, Chloe met Kalani’s gaze with a grin and headed back inside. She waved a hand lazily behind her, signaling for the guards to leave them alone and shut the door behind them. “I hope you’ve improved your behavior. Granted, I figured out your name but, still, I’d like to hear you tell me it.”

Kalani’s brow furrowed when he saw the familiar face. His eyes went wide at the realization of just who “Chloe Davenport” was. He really had offended her, so much so that she deemed it necessary to rent him for a week. It was only a matter of time before his silence had pissed off the wrong person. He took in a deep breath, as if it would help prepare him mentally for the week. It was true, he didn’t know her terribly well. Maybe, it was possible, that her bark was worse than her bite, or shed’ get bored with him. He really had no idea what her plan was, or what sort of reputation she had. It was in his nature to try and find something to be optimistic about the situation. 

It was just the two of them now. Kalani stood there, towering over the mistress. One hand was wrapped around his wrist, knowing it would be the most respectful, least intimidating position he could be in. Something told him though, he didn’t have to worry about possibly intimidating Chloe. “Kalani. Kalani Ochoa.” He didn’t want to speak, but given the rules, he knew that it was the lesser of two evils. She was going to get him to talk, by either hurting him, or hurting those he cared about. 

Admitting her embarrassment about the showering had Iolana blushing and shifting nervously, though she also knew Kalani would understand. Her methods now mostly consisted of showering quickly either really early in the day or really late at night. And of course, she wasn’t surprised that Kalani offered to help her with that regard to. Her cheeks turned pink at the suggestion to cover her. “Really? O-only if you’re free. I don’t want to inconvenience you,” she muttered softly. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Kalani but she also had never really been naked around him. But Lana definitely preferred that to the rushed, panicked showering alternative that she had now.

Iolana didn’t want to wish for Kalani to stay in the cells considering how awful it could be, but it also seemed too optimistic to hope that he’d be granted a master status simply because he worked for the school. If it could happen, though, she’d be incredibly happy for him. And then his comment surprised her, causing Lana to look up at him a little speechless. It shouldn’t have surprised her though; he always looked out for her and she was always grateful for him. “If that did happen, then I could definitely cook for us all the time,” she grinned. It was fun to imagine it, the two of them getting to live in their own space, almost free from worries. Unrealistic perhaps, but still nice. Leaning into his touch, Iolana gave a small smile and nodded; she couldn’t help that she missed home a little. “Oh goodness, really? That’s the highest compliment you’ve ever given me about my cooking, Kalani!” she giggled. “We might be able to use the classroom kitchenettes when no one’s there, but sometimes masters or mistresses will come by for a free snack.”

Kalani didn’t mind talking to her about showering. It didn’t make him uncomfortable, his goal was to make her feel safe and comfortable. It was clear it was at least slightly embarrassing for her to speak about with him. The two had seem each other in their bathing suits nearly half the time they ever saw each other, and it never bothered him then. He could understand how this could be different though, and wanted to speak about it reverently. He shook his head. “I’ve done it before, for a friend. I do not mind. We can figure out a time when it works.” It was very possible that if someone came snooping around for a slave to use, she’d go unnoticed behind his tall, wide frame. Even if it did make him uncomfortable, he would do it in a second to make sure that Iolana felt even the smallest bit safer or more comfortable here. It was clear she would do whatever it took for him to feel the same. 

The cells weren’t terrible. The worst part was the tiny bed that he was forced to sleep in. Most of the time the guards left him alone, targeting others over him, for whatever reason. Perhaps it was because he really never spoke, so there was no backtalk from him. Even if it had been difficult, staying there for Iolana was an easy decision. Before she came, he still felt guilty just at the idea of being taken form the cells, given a life much better than the other slaves. He felt there were many others who needed it more than him. His motivation to stay there had changed, but the end result was the same. Fantasizing about the idea of them being able to both live rather normally was a fun thought though, he’d have to admit that. “It would be nice, having much more room. I won’t lie, waking up to the smell of you making breakfast would be incredible,” he said with a small laugh. He couldn’t think of a better roommate from the cells than her, whether she cooked for him or not. “Do not tell her, next time you see her,” Kalani joked as she shook his head. “Doing it in the open like that might open us up to some trouble. With your cooking, it’s bound to attract others to it. Maybe ones that aren’t there to be friendly.”

The only rentals Kalani ever got, were ones he looked forward to. When he received the rental paperwork, he assumed it was from Tiffany. But the name on the top wasn’t one he’d seen before. He racked his brain, trying to figure out who “Chloe Davenport” was. Judging by the rules, she wasn’t inviting him over to give him a break from the cells. She even mentioned something about him communicating with her, clearly she had done her research on him or possibly had interacted with him. Before the guards arrived to take him over, he messaged a few people, letting them know that if they didn’t hear from him for a few days, he was fine, not to worry, and he would be back soon. Kalani knew that would worry them, but it was the lesser of two evils. Having his friends wonder where he was, without any sort of explanation seemed much worse to him. 

Two guards escorted him out of the cells, not allowed to bring a single thing with him, as per the rules ‘Mistress Davenport’ gave. He was brought to her home, only wearing what was allowed, per the summer dress code. they escorted him all the way to her large home, placed on beachfront property. They nearly had to drag him to the front door, their hands placed under his arms to lift him up the stairs. The guards knocked, then opened the door, bringing the 6 foot 8, bound seer into the foyer of her home. “Mistress, your rental has arrived,” one of the guards called out for her.