Fucktoy Quality Assurance

Downtown, there is an old converted factory building with high hedges surrounding the grounds. The building itself is a beautiful old brick and limewashed structure with the old arched factory windows carefully restored for an antique industrial look. Inside, the building is neatly divided into more modern rooms, with production floors carefully partitioned away from the client viewing areas for the safety of visitors. A glass wall inside the factory allows clients to look down on the production and testing areas to appreciate the hard work and clever engineering that goes into making a modern fucktoy.

Inside the factory, one particular fucktoy is woken by the gentle warming of the surface on which she lays. She has no memory of anything before this point. A woman's voice is heard through an intercom speaker.

"Please remain calm. A factory fucktoy will assist you momentarily."

With a squelch, the intercom fell silent.

Across the room the fucktoy finds an enormous screen displaying key information, along with a fully naked, life-size image of herself:

Custom Fucktoy Order - #829567

Client - KP

Assigned name - Persephone

Body Sex - Female

Height - 168cm

Colouring - Pale, Freckled, Dark Hair, Dark Eyes

Demeanour - Somewhat Assertive, Sweet, Witty

Predefined Kinks - Exhibitionism, Spanking

Persephone found that she was not overly perturbed at being displayed in so frank a manner. As she read the screen she felt as though this was all information she had known already, simply forgotten. Looking down she realised that she was just as naked as her digital representation except for a wide metal collar featuring a large button on the side. The button looked important. Persephone wondered if she had lost her clothes, or simply never had any. She wondered what else she might have forgotten. 

Looking at herself more closely now, Persephone saw that her skin was covered in some kind of shiny substance, and reaching up to touch her head she felt it in her hair also. It felt greasy and warm to the touch, in a somewhat unpleasant way. Casting about for a towel or something to wipe herself with, Persephone did not notice the doorway.

With a short 'whoosh' sound a large sliding panel opened on the wall to Persephone's left, and a tall woman entered. Persephone noted that there was no handle on the inside of the door.

"Hello dear, I am Anna," said the woman, stressing the 'Ah-na', as if she frequently had to correct the pronunciation. She sounded just like the voice on the intercom.

"I am an auditor. My role is to assess your suitability and full functionality before we can let you out to meet your owner. Today we'll be running through some routine tests -- nothing too rigorous."

Persephone looked at this auditor. Anna wore what appeared to be a uniform, with a blue pleated skirt and a white blouse bearing an embroidered 'F' on the left breast. She also wore a crisp white and blue hat, rather like an air stewardess, with a large A on the side -- perhaps to identify Anna as an auditor? Anna was not wearing a collar.

"Are you a fucktoy too?" asked Persephone. Until that moment, it had not occurred to her that she could speak but was pleasantly surprised by the somewhat musical words she produced without thinking.

"Yes, dear," replied Anna. "Now follow me and we'll get you cleaned up."