Jenni awakens...changed.

Jenni submissively accepts being knocked out with some chloroform for her delivery.
She's worried about what Chantal said though.

Time passes...but far more than she knows.

She's kept in a coma-like state for quite a while, using some experimental drugs that Slavers have been perfecting.
You can knock a woman out for a good week without any adverse side effects now!

While she was out, her Buyer had some breast implants inserted.
He likes them big, fake and slutty (his words).

She is surprised to wake up in a bed and not in bondage.
That's new!

Glancing down in her awakening stupor, she sees her much bigger tits.
What the fuck?!?
'How long was I out?!?'

She feels them up out of sheer curiosity, but does so right as you arrive.

"Morning. You've been out for a while- long enough for everything to heal and set. Like them?"
"You?!?!? You're my Buyer?!? You...did this to me?!?"
"Well, the Doctors did, but I get your meaning. Let me show you where you are."

You grab her arm and pull her out of bed. She barely struggles once standing, letting you tie her hands behind her back.
You lead her outside...

"You're in Mexico. What can I say- the cliché about cheap, effective surgery here is true.
Any questions?"
"Why?"
"Why did I buy you? Many reasons.

I couldn't let a proper Slave like you be shipped off to the middle of nowhere. Plus I could use money I earned selling your friends and co-workers to buy you. It's a win-win.

Look around- there's nobody to help you out here. They can't even hear us up here if you tried to yell. Go ahead."

Jenni screams for help, but the sound of traffic and distance from people nullify her cry.

"Satisfied? Want to see what else I have in store for us?"