Cindy woke, groggy and with a mouth dry and metallic tasting. She opened her eyes slowly, stared, then sat bolt upright.

“What the fuck?” she said aloud.

“What the hell is going on here?”

She looked around, she saw she was in a bare room, the walls made of heavy rough wooden panels.

She looked down and then repeated “What the fuck?” as she realized she was totally naked and sitting on an old bare mattress on the floor.

Quickly looking around she realized that there was a large old mirror on one wall. She stared and repeated for the third time “What the fuck?” as she saw her reflection. Her hand went to her neck and verified that what she saw in the mirror was real. Around her neck was large metal collar with an old, equally large padlock keeping it firmly locked together. The collar and padlock attached to a chain which was secured to a metal ring bolted to the wall.

She grabbed the collar and tried to prise it open.

“What is going on? Oh please, what’s happening?”

Panic was setting in.

She has no memory of how she came to be in the room, her only last conscience memory was having a drink in a bar. She was now hysterical. Kicking and screaming, tears spilling down her cheeks her fingers clamped around the collar trying desperately to rip it off, the muscles in her arms bulging at the exertion.

There was a loud noise, startled, she looked up and through her tears saw someone come into the room.

“What the fuck’s happening? Why am I here? Who are you? Let me go!”

“So many questions.” the man replied, half mockingly with a thick, foreign accent. “Soon there will be many answers. But really, all the answers in the world will do you no good” he laughingly added.

Cindy stared. “What’s happening? Why am I here like this? Please let me go!” she begged.

“What's happening? Well that’s easy to answer” the man replied. “Let you go? Well that’s not going to be so easy.”

“What the fuck is happening!” Cindy screamed at him.

The man stepped forward and struck her once, hard across the face with his open hand.

“Here you will show respect, always!”

Cindy was suddenly silent, her blue eyes, puffed from crying, were large and round, a look of astonishment fixed on her face.

“That’s better” the man said. “You very important merchandise, much is to be done, much is to arranged.”

Cindy’s heart skipped a beat at the word ‘merchandise’.

“You want to know eh girl? the man asked.

“Y,y,yes” Cindy stammered. She suddenly felt very cold; her stomach had turned to lead.

The man sighed. “Always they want to know, always it does not matter” he spoke softly to himself. He sighed again. “OK” he began, “You now belong here, you now his property. Soon you will be... what’s the word... prepared. You will be happy once you learn your new place in the world. Once you have been prepared you will be eligible. Preparation will take long, long time, but you won’t mind”

“What do you mean, prepared? Let me go!” she ended, screaming at the man.

Again he struck her. Again she fell sobbing onto the mattress.

The man sneered at her. “Silly girl, soon you will be prepared, soon you will be willing. Soon you will be changed from the girl that you are into something much more beautiful. Even you will agree. They all do.”

“What’s going to happen?” Cindy sobbed into the mattress.

“Ahhh, already you are interested eh?” the man replied, laughing. “I can not say much, but you will sleep. And while you sleep you will be prepared for your future role”

Again Cindy’s blood went cold at the word ‘prepared’.

“And now to start.” the man suddenly said. “And now you will relax, soon to sleep.” The man deftly jabbed a syringe into Cindy’s bare backside and pressed hard down on the plunger. “Yes, soon girl, soon you will be prepared and willing.”

Cindy felt the sudden sting of the needle, but before she could even flinch she felt herself going weak and limp. Fully conscious, yet totally unable to move.

“Such a find. You are a real beauty.” The man said as he bent down, unlocked the collar and lifted her, effortlessly.

Cindy tried to flee, tried to jump down and run, but found she was unable to even turn her head or lift her arm.

The man looked down at her, she was beautiful. Stunning face, moderate sized breasts with large dark nipples, flat stomach. And, he grinned, a full Brazilian wax which showed off her pussy beautifully. Her legs were long, shapely and strong. “An athlete?” he wondered. The man admired her as he carried her carefully into a brightly lit room.

The ‘Spotter’ who was employed to harvest this young woman had done an outstanding job.

Cindy was laid carefully on a specially prepared table. From the little of what Cindy could see, she was being laid onto what appeared to be an operating table. When she was placed face up on the table her heart sank, as above her were two distinctive operating room lights. It was an operating table! Cindy tried to scream but couldn’t even muster a whimper.

“Ahh, such a beauty. This one will be a pleasure to reconstruct” an unfamiliar voice said.

Cindy tried to scream again.

The man placed his head above Cindy’s face so she could see him. “My name is unimportant” he began. “It is what I do that’s important.” He chuckled. “I'm going to be your very private physician for a time.” This man was thin and much, much older than the other. The syringe he was holding came down and he jabbed it into her arm.

“See you in a month or two.” The man laughed.