She awoke slowly, head filled with fuzziness and blearily looked around. Nothing on the walls, no windows, and a solitary light hanging overhead. The only door to the small room was closed, and did not have a handle. A small screen was embedded in the wall, similar to the one she saw at the front door. The floor was bare and looked like concrete. No signs of elegance here. The only piece of furniture, if you could call it that, was a large cabinet in a corner. She was laying down on some sort of pad just large enough for her little frame. And she was completely naked.

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He glanced at his wrist watch and knew she would be waking up about now. He made his way to the outer door and locked it tight behind him with a thumbprint on the screen next to the entryway. As he casually walked along the short hallway to her new living space, he heard her hammering on the door. He stood outside for a moment, listening to her frantic efforts to escape. “She’s going to be a handful, isn’t she?” he mused to himself. Slowly, he opened the door, grabbing her as she made her predictable dash out the door. Read more »

He gazed at the screen while the algorithm worked its technological magic. Faces and words flittered past, leaving a brief and fleeting impression on possible candidates. After the search was finished, too many results remained, so he entered further parameters that needed to be met.

“Alright…decrease the age from 35 to 30, take in the weight a bit, increase cup size. Try that.” Again, the program searched through the list, further refining possible choices. A few moments passed, and three faces appeared on the screen, complete with personal and intimate details. Height, weight, measurements, age, known languages, estimated income, family history, education, it was all there.

“Hmmm…I think not. Too much family, do not want her to be missed. How about you…possibly, possibly. And now for number three. Oh, that is interesting.” He clicked on the third face, probing deeper into the details of the result. “Akiko Tanaka. Orphaned at an early age, bounced around between foster homes, no known relatives, average student. Only 4’11” and 104 pounds, what a little thing. 21 years old, working a dead-end job as a fast food server. She even speaks English. Yes, you will do quite nicely.” He perused the available pictures, trying to picture her naked and thinking of how she might be in person. “Lovely tits as well, 30 D is definitely a find.” A few seconds passed, and a smirk slowly crossed his face as he stared at a picture of her in a skimpy bikini. “And I see a few modifications have been made. Excellent.” Read more »