Misano made sure to be at the clinic at the appointed time. A million yen in addition to one year of all her expenses paid was no small chunk of change and she didn't want to screw this golden opportunity up. Though prostituting herself brought a decent amount of money, it would be nice to only have to service one john for an entire year as well as having a regular place to stay instead of the never ending string of seedy love-hotel rooms. Some of her patrons were so depraved, and she was starting to get the feeling that her new employer was a bit on the freaky side as well. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she jumped slightly and turned to see Heihachi's face staring at her.

"Good morning, Sakura," he greeted her cheerfully. "How's my girl, today?"

"My name's Misano," she corrected him.

Setting his jaw, he repeated in a less friendly tone, "As I said, good morning, Sakura."

Shaking a little under his gaze, she stuttered, "H-hai, good morning, sir."

"That's so much better." Taking her elbow, as he walked her through the clinic doors he explained, "So, Sakura-chan, we're here getting you a checkup before you go off to college. Just don't say anything and leave everything to your father – me. Understood?" Too afraid to object she nodded meekly and followed him into the examining room. "Well, get undressed and gowned up," he ordered abruptly. Wordlessly, she stripped and did her best to cover herself with the flimsy paper gown.

"Ohaiyo," the gynecologist welcomed them, as he stepped through the door. Flipping through her chart, he nodded as he surveyed the questionnaire Heihachi had filled out and muttered a few things to himself before setting it down. "Right, so a Pap and pelvic, urinalysis, urine pregnancy test, RPR, Gonorrhea and Chlamydia screen, HIV test, IUD placement, and hymen reconstruction. Did I miss anything, sir?"

"What?" Misano wasn't quite sure what all the things he had just said meant.

Heihachi placed a hand in warning on her shoulder. "Let Papa take care of everything, Sakura-chan," he said smoothly. She gulped slightly at his touch and tried to hide her fear as the doctor slid on a pair of gloves. After instructing her to place her feet in the stirrups, he told her to scoot down further and after spreading her legs slightly, he inserted a speculum into her. She squealed as the cold metal came in contact with her vaginal walls.

"Just relax," he assured her calmly. "You're doing fine." After locking the speculum in place, he pulled out a large bristled brush and began scraping her cervix.

"Ittai!" she cried out, squirming on the examining table.

"Ittai-janeiyo!" her "father" snapped. "Now stop squirming and hold still!" She balled her fists and tried to ignore the rasping pain in her abdomen.

"Now remember, Sakura, it is normal to have a little bit of bleeding after the Pap smear," the physician warned as he rubbed the bristle onto a microscope slide. Squirting a small layer of fixative onto the preparation, he added, "A small amount of cramping is also sometimes experienced." She didn't care if she bled or cramped afterwards. She just wanted the horrible ordeal to be over. After swabbing her cervix with a few more tools, he pulled out the speculum to her great relief but after lubricating his fingers, he inserted two fingers into her lips and began pushing down on her abdomen. "Everything feels in order," he mused aloud, looking up as he palpated her ovaries. "But I suppose it should at only seventeen." Withdrawing his fingers, he handed her a plastic cup capped with a blue screw top lid. "The nurse will tell you how to clean yourself properly and how to fill this up."

"Fill it up with what?" she asked ignorantly, taking it in her hand.

"With urine," the gynecologist said simply. "The bathroom is over there." Turning his back to her, he resumed talking with Heihachi. "Yes, I could see how that would create an obstacle to getting married," she heard him agree.

Her face burning, she followed the nurse's instructions in order to ensure a clean urine sample and filled the small sample cup as best as she could. Handing the warm container to the nurse, she was led to a chair and a tourniquet was tied to her arm. "What are you doing?"

"Drawing blood," she replied. Misano tried not to look at the needle she was preparing. God, she hated needles. They were usually the main reason she avoided doctor's offices.

After removing three or four vials of blood, the nurse returned her to the examining room. Placing her back in the stirrups, she brought over a mask attached to a tank of some sort of gas and a tray with two very large syringes capped by cruel-looking needles resting upon it. The doctor turned on the gas and began to place the mask over her face. She tried to sit up, not knowing what was going to happen when she heard his voice in her ear. "Sakura-chan, remember what we discussed." Hearing the veiled threat in his soft words, she lay back and prayed that her nightmare would be over soon. After a few minutes, she fell unconscious and the doctor was ready to begin the two minor procedures.

Feeling someone slap her face, she groggily came to still lying on the examining table. "Yosh, that about does it," the doctor said with a smile. "Don't worry, I put enough local anesthetic that you shouldn't be too uncomfortable," he told her.

Her head fuzzy, she simply nodded and tried to clear her mind as Heihachi helped her get to her feet. "Thank you, sensei. I'll take it from here."

"I'll phone you with the results," the doctor said affably. "Have a good day."

Misano's body was still slack from the effects of the anesthetic. Efficiently putting her clothes back on her, he helped her out of the examining room and into his car. Giving his driver an address, he smiled, feeling pleased about his accomplishment. Guiding Misano up the stairs, he led her into her temporary apartment and laid her down on the bed, patiently waiting for her to recover her senses. About an hour later, she was fully alert.

Looking around the apartment, she asked, "Is this mine?"

"For the duration of the arrangement, it is," Heihachi confirmed. "Your false apartment is a little more appropriately plebian in appearance, but you only need to be there if you're expecting your target."

Feeling a sharp cramp in her abdomen, she winced. "What did he do to me?" she demanded, feeling panicked.

"Just a little preparation for your performance," he grinned. "After all, I can't have you popping out babies or giving my enemy any sort of venereal diseases that would conflict with your, shall we say, virginal character, can I?"

"I'm not a virgin," she pointed out. This guy must be pretty stupid, she thought to herself. After all, he'd hired her to fuck the fat old man last night in the bar.

His smile broadened even more. "You are now," he told her with a triumphant smirk.

"What?" She looked down at her belly in fear. "What did you do to me?"

"Well, since Sakura is a virgin, I need Sakura to bleed the first time her lover penetrates her. I had the good doctor place a few stitches in your pussy to achieve just that effect. It might hurt a little bit, but every girl's first time does, doesn't it? He laughed at his own joke.

Dumbstruck by what she was hearing, she couldn't think of anything to say. "And will I have to take birth control?"

"No, the IUD should take care of that. You're completely free to enjoy yourself."

"IUD?" she echoed. "What's that?"

"Intra Uterine Device," he explained. "It's a birth control device that's implanted directly into your womb. It will keep you from getting pregnant until it's removed. Convenient, no?" Coming over to the bed, he sat down and she tried not to shrink away from him, which was hard considering how violated she felt. "Now, listen to me well, Sakuran-chan," he began icily. "Papa has done a great deal of work to ensure that her body is as pristine as possible given her lurid profession. He's going to be very upset if she does anything to ruin his handiwork, so you are not to engage in any sort of sexual activity with anyone other than the man I tell you. Do we have an understanding?"

"H-hai," she whimpered.

"Good girl, Sakura." Standing up, he motioned for her to do the same. "Time to go shopping. We need for you to look the part."

Misano looked with distaste at her reflection in the department store mirror. The clothes he had picked out wouldn't seduce anyone – drab A-line skirt, conservative button down shirt, brown loafers and underwear that was just as unexciting. "I thought you said I had to get this asshole to sleep with me," she muttered.

"This is what he likes, Sakura-chan." Hearing him call her that was beginning to get on her nerves.

"How boring," she said disdainfully.

"Come along, Sakura-chan," Heihachi called. "Time to check out." When they had returned to her apartment with Misano still dressed in character, Heihachi sat her down. "Now, I need to you to be in character 24 hours a day 7 days a weeks when we begin our little game. This girl you're pretending to be is a sweet, chaste, even timid, and proper girl. So first things first, no more swearing."

She looked at him wryly. "That's going to be hard. It's kind of a habit for me."

"I'm sure we can motivate you to clean up your mouth," he vowed confidently. "So, in the interests of getting you into character, from now on, I'm Papa and you're Sakura. Any deviation from character will upset me, so I suggest you try very hard to take on the role." Misano began to regret becoming involved with him. She had seriously underestimated how crazy this guy really was. Not wanting to find out what would happen if she disappointed him, she meekly nodded again without saying anything. "Good, a promising start," her "Papa" noted with approval. Walking her over to the dining area, he sat her in a chair and ordered some food to be brought up. "Now, let's see what Sakura's table manners are like, shall we?"

A half hour later, Misano was reeling from the crash course in etiquette that she had to endure. When the food finally arrived, she was ravenous, and forgetting to remain in character, she began to dig in. Heihachi's face plainly showed his disgust at her uncouth display. "Sakura-chan," he warned, "mind your manners. A lady is refined when she eats."

"Give me a break. I'm hungry," she said through a mouthful of rice.

An angry expression briefly flitted over his face. "A lady doesn't talk with her mouth full or speak defiantly towards her betters," he added.

Distracted by her rumbling stomach, she continued to eat and sneered, "Sorry I'm not a fucking lady, Papa." She barely had a chance to swallow when she fell off her chair after Heihachi slapped her cruelly. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" she demanded angrily.

"I'm your Papa, remember? No swearing, Sakura-chan. It disappoints Daddy."

"Fuck you," she spat. "You're not my fucking Papa and I don't have to put up with this fucked up bullshit! I'm out of here. You can shove your million yen up your ass for all I care! In fact, you'd probably enjoy that, you fucking pervert!" Getting to her feet, she was about to walk out the door when he yanked her back by the arm with such force that he nearly dislocated her shoulder. When she glared at him he simply slapped her again, no less forcefully than the first time. Again she found herself on the floor, her face stinging.

"You disappoint me deeply, Sakura," he hissed, undoing his belt. Quaking with fear, Misano's hand flew to her reddening cheeks as she watched him pull the leather free of the belt loops. "One way or another, you will learn to do as you're told…"


ohaiyo: good morning

ittai: it hurts

ittai janeiyo: it doesn't hurt

yosh: good, well done

sensei: teacher, doctor