You make her give you her money

You must do something.

If you don't get the money, your sister will be sold to God knows who.

She must be yours. Maybe your parents will give you the money? What will you say?

Hi, Dad. It seems in America, Minority people lack any rights so that any White Man could claim them as some sort of sexual ****. And guess who is considered one? Your daughter, Leire. So, I need 600$ right now to buy her as my sexual ****, or else someone else will buy her.

Good luck with that.

It will be easier to make her pay herself. You know she has the money.

She is more farsighted than you in these things.

"Listen, Sis," you say, removing her gag. "Where is your wallet?"

"What?" She answered, bewildered.

"I forgot to exchange my money or even enable my Credit Card. So, I need you to pay the taxes for claiming you."

"You want me to pay MY OWN enslavement?! Seriously?!" She screams, tremendously angry. "Hell no, you jakass! I want to go back to Spain!"

You must make her see reason, even by ****, if necessary. You have no time to waste.

"Stop right now!" The guard yells at you when you are about to slap her face. "You can't **** her to give you the money. Until you pay the taxes, it is not your money. You must convince her."

All you can do is make her see reason. Make her see that the alternative is much worse.

"Come to your senses, Sis," you try to convince her, holding her shoulders. "You can't go back. I claim you or some American you don't know will do it."

She still doesn't listen. She is so pissed that she spits on you. "You can discipline her for that," the guard says. You clean your face calmly and put her gag again. Then you grab her hair with one hand, and with the other, you give her a good slap that echoes throughout the room. To conclude, you spit on her face, and you rub it all around her face with your hand.

"Listen, Sis, " you explain carefully at her ears. "If you end up in a public auction, you don't know who will buy you. You are a cheap dyke, after all. Probably an old fat man with money that will do many nasty things to you..."

"Yeah, I could buy her myself," adds the fat guard, helping you.

Her face changes to fear when she hears those words.

"I will tell you what he will do," you continue. "First, he will take your gold star. He will also use your ass and mouth, probably in that order. Lesbians like you are very good at licking, you have licked many cunts, so he will make you lick his hairy and sweaty ass. And if he is into it, he will make you drink his piss."

You let her reflect on your words for a moment. Now, she no longer looks at the guard with the same eyes.

"Calmed now, Sis? Ok. Remember what day is today? January 5th. Noche de Reyes. Today is when everyone at home receives a Christmas present. Will you buy me the gift I want?" You insist on her paying for her own claim as a gift to you.

She starts nodding at you. She has finally come to her senses, so you remove her gag.

"The money is on my jacket! There is 1500$ in the left pocket. Take whenever you need, brother!" She pleads.

"I can use your money to claim you, Sis?"

"Yes! Do it, claim me! I pay for it!" She insists.

"If I do this, it will be to fix you. Probably I will **** you; you still want to become my gift?" You start to mock her.

"Com'on! This is not enough humiliation, you jerk?" She responds angrily again but realizes you won't take the money until she accepts. "Fine! I want you to claim me even if you're going to try to cure me. I know you will **** me. I still want to pay so you can claim me. Happy?"

"Even if it means I will **** you and beat you?"

"Yes!"

You whisper to your sister the last thing you want her to say.

"You want me to say what?! This too much!!" She screams, refusing your idea.

"I tried, Sis. Good luck in your new life," you tell her, starting to grab your things to leave the room without her.

"Wait! Iker, please! Don't!" She pleads, but you still keep your bluff with your hand on the doorknob. "I'll do it!"

You turn around.

"I am sorry," she apologizes. "I am sorry for being a... filthy dyke... I should become a lovely wife for a fine man like my parents want. I want my brother to fix me and cure me... even if he must **** me for that."

"Perfect, Sis!" You praise her.

You pick her wallet from her jacket and get near her. "So, you give me your money, Sis?"

"Yes, for God's sake! Take it!" She says. "Pay those dam...mmmfff."

Her complaints got interrupted when you gag her again. You then take 500$ from the wallet.

"You should be the one who gives them the money, Sis."

She moves her hands to show you they are tied. She can't grab the money. If she weren't gagged, you would hear, 'I can't, you moron!'.

She can't use her hands, but there are other parts. You rip the upper part of her t-shirt, revealing her cleavage, and put the money between her breasts.

"Common, Sis. Pay," you tell her while helping her get up from the floor and slap her ass.

She moves near the fat guard and lets him take the money that is peeking out between her tits. Once done, she runs behind you.

"I will reflect on the forms that she voluntarily offered herself to be claimed by you, even paying her own claiming," the guard says, counting the money. "Now, if you sign here, it is done."

"She needs to sign too?" You ask.

"No. Even if she gives herself voluntarily, her consent for being claimed is not required nor expected."

"Now she is legally yours, " he tells you once you have finished signing. "As long as you pay your license every 90 days. Congratulations."

After that, they made you pay another 100$ for her collar and restrains. There is nothing free at an airport. They explain to you that the collar contains GPS and can be used to shock her. With their help you download an APP to control her collar.

The first thing you do is shock her to test if the collar is working. She didn't expect that.

"I am sorry, Sis. Wrong button," you joke.

"One last thing, " the female guard tells you, accompanying you to the door so you can continue your trip. "If you can, make her wear rainbow socks so everyone knows she is a dyke."

"Yeah, I will check if she has one in her suitcase. You know what they said, right, sis? 'Rainbow socks are for pleasing cocks.'"

You and the guards laugh. Your sister's expression tries to tell you, 'I will never say that.' She is wrong.

Moments later, you are alone with your sister, walking through the hallways with her leash in your hands.

"Relax, Sis, It is over. You won't be sold. They won't do those nasty things to you... but I will," you whisper to her.

Next stop: security. What will they make your sister do in the security control?