Episode 5:Harem-Part 1

“Tonight on APS News: Tuesday morning in the small town of Weskon, Illinois was going pretty smoothly, when the local track team discovered the body of a 12 year-old girl in a high school locker room. The girl was found with her neck broken and clothing removed, and showed signs of both sexual assault, and torture. Although in good condition with no signs of decomposition, the body could not be identified by anyone present, and shows no records of being a local member of the community. It wasn’t soon after at the town hospital, after a thorough autopsy, that the girl was in fact not real, but instead a genetically engineered sub-synthetic human. Since the perp responsible for the incident has yet to be caught, it is now the company that manufactured the sub-synth that is taking heavy fire. The company, a Japanese-based genetics manufacturer whose sub-synths are designed to be killed by their owners, has responded to the incident with great care and diligence. After a crucial meeting yesterday evening with the worlds other genetic corporation giants, they are willing to limit, and even restrict, all buyers of their product within US borders.” CLICK!

Tommy flicked the OFF button on the TV remote, not wanting to hear news of something that, if had happened two weeks prior, would have actually been worth his concern.

“As you can see Mr. Thomas, you were very lucky to get out of there in time, or else we would have had no choice but to restrict your services for now on.” Tommy stopped gazing at the television, a fine-grade flat screen sitting on one wall of a large living room area, and shifted his focus to the woman standing in front of him.

She was beautiful, standing at about his height with a much sturdier build. Her expression, oddly enough with the cute yellowish-pupils and long, youthful face, was very stern. Her crimson-hued hair was fitted into a ponytail, with the majority of it covered by a deep blue trucker’s hat. Her breasts were modestly sized and fitted well with the athletic physique she sported. All of these features, when put together with the workers jumper she wore, it gave her the overall appearance of a sexy but well-workable mechanic or delivery girl. A small nametag on the left-side of her uniform read “Molly”, with the signature GG logo sewn in above it.

“Well, Molly, how does this ‘little incident’ affect our current state on the whole Mister Millionth crap?” He honestly felt irritated, and not just by this, but by the whole stream of complications that resulted from this whole move here.

After his talk with Emily about the decision to move, and after she explained how she had gotten such a cute costume, the two of them rested (together at last) that night, with plans on how to do all of this prepped up for the next day. However, as soon as he notified Guro-Gals about this sudden event, and mentioned he was going to bring all his prior gals with him, the company began the process of prepping their move with (at times it felt like ‘for’) them; starting by sending Molly to help them out.

When he first met Molly, Tommy had no idea she was one of the company’s models at the time, he just thought that any employee positions would be done by genuinely real people. But as soon as she stated her pre-calculated suggestions and programmed plans on how to deal with such a situation, her artificialness was quickly revealed. Suggestion after suggestion, order after order, she turned an operation that was hard enough even harder than it needed to be.

But, as time went on, and as Emily did her best to cheer him up, Tommy knew well that the company was just being very careful with this kind of thing, as he was shown on the news just now. Emily explained that Japan was the Number ‘Uno’ buyer of GG’s in the whole world, namely due to the fact that Japan was the original founder of the company, and has since then kept it their base of operations for over a decade.. Also, the transportation of corpses and body parts, even if sub-synth in origin, across country borders was a tough process to go through.

This, sadly, resulted in Tommy giving up a good deal of his prior collection of Gals to company disposal. He lost Jessica, Mimi (as Emily called her), and sadly, Valoria; he couldn’t even keep Amy, his first Gal. They at least gave him the option to either get girls of equivalent value, or deliver duplicates of each gal with ‘replicated damages’ when the move was over, but even then the frustrating loss of all his paid-for goods was a bit much to handle.

But, despite the loss, he was grateful that they let him keep Emily, who was just as, if not more, grateful to not be separated from someone she no longer needed to call “Master”.

After more than a week of packing and shipping things off, having all customs checked and severing any final ties to the West, Tommy and Emily left together by plane to their new home. Once within Japanese borders, and after soaking up much of what would be their new culture, the company was much more free-handed on how they would manage their “settling-down”. With all their stuff at their new house, Emily and Tommy began the long process of unpacking everything and setting it all up, but the house made it all worth it.

It was a two-story, modeled after many of the more lavishing American homes from the end of the 20th Century. It wasn’t exactly mansion-sized, but it definitely felt larger than the rural Japanese homes in the area, if you drove almost two miles to find one. The whole place was setup midway up an old mountain, and although he didn’t own that, it made sure that no one would bother Tommy with complaints about his fun. The nearest city was about thirty miles away, with a vague glimpse of it possible from the view they had.

The inside of the home, was actually quite modest despite the size and location. It had a living room, two bedrooms and just about anything an average American two-story home would have. The bathroom was quite large, and so was the kitchen; nothing nearly as odd as the one thing truly out of place: the basement.

Boy was it huge, so huge that it seemed like the non-existent third floor of the place. From what he was told, and as evident from all the old shipping gear found down there, the basement acted as his uncle’s personal storage unit of goods and supplies. Tommy learned that in its heyday, the shipping yard he worked at got robbed pretty frequently, but the old basement (only known by his uncle) helped save a multitude of those thieving problems. Now, it could be used for the many ways Tommy could enjoy his new gals; if he had any.

But for now, the place had looked like a wreck, with all the boxes, bags and crates to all be unpacked and have their goods setup. Before they could enjoy this new and wondrous home, Tommy and Emily had to go though the long process of getting all their thing ready; but they wouldn’t be alone to do it.

The company sent a different Molly unit to assist them in their move-in, as both a Gal at their complete disposal, and as compensation for all their troubles. This was the same Molly talking to Tommy right now, and if it weren’t for the fact that this was not the same Molly who was an annoyance from before, Tommy would have snuffed her out as soon as he learned she was now his. But, for now, he let this Molly, ‘his’ Molly, continue her conversation.

“Actually, ‘Mister Millionth’, it improves on it. Buyers in Japan pay less for their Gals than buyers in any other country, particularly the US.”

Tommy knew that this made sense, largely due to all the shipping and handling crap this kind of stuff went through. Molly continued her statements, “Along with reduced costs, Gals also take less delivery-time for their customers, sometimes ranging to only a few hours.” Faster delivery, faster playtime, Tommy was really liking where this was going.

“So, basically I’m in a very good position right now because of all this.” Molly, still sporting that calm, neutral expression of hers, merely nodded in a “Yes”. “Molly, is there anymore you need to tell me?” Nodding no, the delivery-gal replied, “There is no longer any news or notifications to reply, Tommy. I am now completely at your use and disposal.” Looking over the cute-looking delivery-gal, Tommy weighed his options inside his head.

Honestly, what use for entertainment could she be? She was always emotionless, hardly felt a thing (a box on her toes revealed that while moving them up the stairs), and she basically was a computer in a girl’s body, a sub-synth that showed she was a sub-synth. He decided that Emily should find out what to do with her, she had better problem-solving skills in situations like these anyway.

Tommy gave one good look at Molly, and honestly to say, she did have a nice body. Out of both curiosity and an unrestful urge, he groped the woman’s breasts, determining their size to be roughly 34 Bs. Even as he did this, the only reaction Molly gave him was a blank stare and an even emptier response, “Do you wish for me to undress now Mr. Thomas?”

Yep; he was definitely going to get Emily’s help on this one.

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When he got up the stairs and made it to the master bedroom, Tommy couldn’t help but lean on the doorframe and smile at the beautiful sight he was seeing.

Emily had fallen asleep sideways on the king-size bed, her little bare feet facing him. It was understandable why she’d be sleeping in the middle of the day; they had spent nearly three days unpacking and setting everything up, and Emily had worked as hard as her petite body would allow her to.

It was cute, both what she was doing and the outfit she was wearing. It consisted only of a large T-shirt (a size Tommy) too big to properly fit her, and her favorite grayish short-shorts. It wasn’t easy to tell from this distance, but her hair had grown a little since he first got her, with the once short and neatly shaped style now becoming free and reaching the tips of her shoulders. None of this detracted from her beauty; in fact, it seemed to enhance on it.

Slowly, and making sure not to awaken her, Tommy made his way into the bedroom, and carefully crept onto the sheet-less mattress. He was crouching above her sleeping form, with the girls’ poorly clothed chest facing upwards, and her head leaning off the edge of the bed. With his body now fully leaning over hers, and his manhood pushing hard against the fabric of his jeans, he made his move.

With the tip of his tongue touching the delicate skin of her neck, Tommy gently slid it down all the way to her shoulders. As an added bonus, he reached down and stroked her shorts covered crotch; the feel of the moist lips past the gray fabric hinted that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. With a mixture of both yawning and moaning, Emily began to stir and, slowly but surely, awaken from her short-lived nap.

“Tommy. If I weren’t so tired……I’d enjoy you napping with me.” Removing his lips from her shoulders and planting them on her forehead, Tommy gently lifted up the girl, and positioned her onto his lap. She smiled as her back rested against that of the twenty-six year-old, and blushed as she felt the clothed bulge of his manhood pressing against her rear.

Her body frame was still quite wonderful after these past few months since he had her. It was difficult to realize at first but Emily, with her A-grade chest and petite body, was actually modeled after the designs of an eighteen year-old, and not a much younger age as Tommy had thought. She had learn a great deal since he first decided to keep her, and while she still kept her cute innocence completely intact, she was now just as adept at the sexual activities the two would get in together.

But for now, Tommy’s mind was too full of questions to admire and take the opportunity of such a cute thing upon his lap; for the time being, anyway.

“I know how tired you are from all the work you’ve been doing lately, and I’m sorry I woke you up regardless, but I have a few things I want to ask you before you nod off again.” As tired as Emily was, she was still obliging to help out her owner in anyway she could. “Okay; what do you need to ask me?” Her half-sleepy state made her adorable, but also worried Tommy on if she would be able to help him out. Oh well, he might as well get this over with before she fell asleep again.

“Well, you know how the company promised they can compensate us for disposing of my old Gals? I wanted to ask you, would you like to have the ‘old-crew’ back, or would you like to have a new pair of Gals for us to play with?”

As much as she was tired, Emily still felt sadness in remembering the loss of all their previous gals, and it meant as much to her as it did to Tommy. No longer would she have her sister to talk to, or someone’s reanimated head to play around with, and no longer would she have someone to play strip-chess with. But as much as she wanted to see those faces again, she knew it still wouldn’t be the same.

After producing a yawn she spoke, “Even though, I miss them very much, bringing them back wouldn’t make things the same again. They *yawn* may look the same, they won’t be the same. Besides, we need to see some new faces anyways.” Tommy had no issues with getting new gals to replace the old ones, and he’d take care of that as soon as possible.

“Next question; you know that sexy but soulless drone they gave us as a bonus to help with the move? What do you think we should do with her?”

Emily was in the process of dozing off again, and felt that the question seemed irrelevant at the moment. “Can we take care of that after I wake up, please?” Tommy said he was sorry, and agreed to wait until after she had her nap before taking care of that emotionless redhead.

“One last question: Do you like it here?”

As her head began to droop downwards, and with her focus fading off, Emily managed to give her answer. “Like it? I…….I love it Tommy.” With that said, she slumped against Tommy’s chest, and a soft breathing could be heard as she finally drifted off into sleep.

Doing his best to ease out from under the girl, and as he rested her limp form onto the softness of the mattress, he gave her forehead a goodnight’s kiss. Quietly making his way out of the room, he made his descent for the downstairs phone; He had a call to make.