There was a lot of modifying to be done

The next few weeks were a blur, in the literal sense. I felt disconnected most of the time, because I was – leaving me immobile like a ragdoll for him to tinker with. Most of the time, I was plugged into his laptop and he continued adjusting the programming of my chip, but he was very careful in examining my body in a less than professional manner. Cupping and squeezing my feminine curves with a gleeful expression, forcing me to say when it made me feel good or when it hurt... He always made it hurt at some point.

I don’t remember it very well honestly. I suppose that was a small mercy, for although he didn’t **** me to have intercourse he often made me do lewd stuff. Like, stripping for him, giving him blow jobs or hand jobs while he was working on modifying the chip. He gave more attention to the programing than he did to me; I was just a convenient cum-dumpster for him to spray his load on a few times a day. It was so unbearable scandalous it was almost painful.

Toshi still had to attend his studies so he had me stored away in his home - some kind of basement I figure, based on the placement and shape of the windows.