As you curl up on a pile of rags, discarded bedding, and a few other things that at least weren't too smelly that you made a bed of, you think back on the events that led you to this sad state of affairs.
You woke up in such a good mood a few days ago. That lasted until breakfast, when your parents announced your engagement to your father's business partner. You'd met the man before, as he often came for dinner, and you weren't very impressed. He was overweight, and so slick that he just seemed greasy. The only thing attractive about him was his money, and you already had plenty of that.
So, that news already made you lose your appetite. Then they told you that you only had two days until the wedding, and you completely flipped out.
That led to a fight, which led to being grounded until the wedding, and your phone being confiscated. Fortunately, your last phone was still functional and had internet, so you spent the morning lamenting to your friends, and the afternoon planning your escape.
That led to your friends pulling up to your window at 11:45 in Cici's hovercar to take you away. And had you been ready to go, things would've been fine. But you weren't. In hindsight, you realize that if you'd been delayed because you were packing, you'd still be in better shape. But you were still deciding which outfit to wear, and spent the next fifteen minutes debating over shirts, and getting advice from your friends.
Which was a problem, because your father turned on the security system at midnight, just like every night. And the hovercar by the open window set it off immediately. The sound of the alarm reminded you of the matter at hand, and you quickly jumped out the window and into the car. In your panic, you forgot to grab your purse, or even shoes, and as you flew through the night, you realized that you had precisely four items to your name at the moment; your bra and panties, a skirt, and a tank top that was going to be an undershirt. Cici tossed you her jacket as she drove to the spaceport. And Heidi gave you the handful of cash she had in her purse so that you would have a chance to eat once you escaped. Unfortunately, both of their feet were larger than yours, so you couldn't use their shoes.
In spite of this, you decided to go through with your plan. If you ever went back home, you'd never get the chance to escape, at least not before consummating the dreaded marriage. So you had Cici drop you off at the corner of the spaceport, the only place where she could get you over the fence without being so high that you'd get hurt by the fall, due to the security field around the facility. With last hugs goodbye to your two best friends, you dropped over the fence and rolled, no worse for wear other than a couple grass stains.
After half an hour of sneaking across the airfield in little more than summer pajamas, you reached the main building. Sneaking into the baggage handling area, you did some eavesdropping to decide which ship to stow away on.
"Man, loading flights for Rohaluce just makes me jealous," you heard one handler lament.
"No kidding," his partner replied. "One of these days I'll get to vacation there, but not anytime soon."
Convinced that this Rohaluce was some kind of tropical resort, or at least had some, you hopped onto the luggage shuttle they were loading and rode out to the rocket with them. Then you snuck into the cargo hold while they're distracted by a barking dog (that you agitated) and hid among the luggage. The dog also reassured you that you'd be okay in the hold, since there would be known living animals in there with you, so there must be climate control.
Once the hold was locked and the ship was in space, you made a nest of softer packages, and slept through the rest of the voyage. In fact, you only woke up because you heard the new luggage handlers unloading the ship. You decided to lay still and wait for them to take their load to the terminal, but they never seemed to leave. Your tactic paid off, though, when they eventually found you.
"Hey, somebody brought along their sex doll!" one of the handlers hollered right next to you. Then he got his arms under you and lifted you, carrying you to the hatch. "It's a nice one, too. It's warm like a real girl, and the right weight."
"You sure it ain't a stowaway?"
"Lemme check." The man set you down, and suddenly your years of being defiant by going completely limp were going to save the day. Going limp was such an instinct that even petrified with fear, you didn't tense or react at all, even when he touched your pussy and tits. "It's not even reacting when I squeeze it's boobs, I think it's fine."
Fortunately, he wasn't bright enough to check for a heartbeat. Instead, he picked you back up and set you on a conveyor belt. As you rolled down it, you heard a camera snap. "I'm still gonna document this," the second handler said as you fought the urge to cover your tits or fix your skirt, since your clothes were still mussed from being searched.
The belt carried you out of the rocket, but rather than unloading to a cart of some kind, it kept moving. After a moment, you felt a sheet of plastic drag over your body, and felt a difference in the air. Daring to open your eyes, you realized you had moved into the baggage handling area. The plastic was weather protection over the belt's door from the tarmac.
You were well off the ground, so jumping off wasn't an option, but you didn't want to ride the belt up to baggage claim, either. Your escape presented itself when you passed through a scanner that was checking for luggage tags. Since you didn't have one, you got dumped down a chute to a pile of other lost luggage. Since this stuff had to be checked manually, it was on ground level, so you were able to get out without much trouble.
Taking advantage of the fact that all of the security doors were to keep people OUT of where you were, you managed to find your way up to the main lobby, and then out of the spaceport via the main exit.
A free shuttle ride later, you were in the main part of town, and extremely aware that this was NOT a family-friendly vacation spot. Aside from strangers groping your ass and asking "how much for a night," everywhere you looked you saw something sexual. Brothels, sex shops, strip clubs, and advertisement for these things were on every street. And even normal stores, like restaurants, featured topless or nude employees. Not to mention the people walking around town naked and even having sex in public.
This was all too much for you to handle, so you took refuge in this dark alley, which was fortunately littered with torn clothing that you gathered into a bed for yourself.
In the space of two days you've gone from a pampered--no, spoiled--rich girl to being hungry and homeless on a strange and indecent world. Even the grocery store had topless clerks and food shaped like cocks, boobs, and pussies, and you couldn't bring yourself to buy anything.
Your last thought as you drift off to sleep is a young woman you saw with two guys at once, cocks in her ass and pussy. But what sticks in your mind is the expression of complete pleasure on her face...
.............
You wake up to the sound of grunts nearby. You emerge from your nest of rags carefully, and see that the grunts are from a couple who are having sex in the alley, the girl bent over a crate as the guy pounds her.
(ooc: sorry it's so long. I got really inspired to add to the backstory)