Thanks to AsylumSeeker for the editing help.
Prologue
Meiko Yamoto was a beautiful woman, of that there was no doubt. She was so beautiful, in fact, that her beauty had helped her rise from very squalid upbringings in one of Tokyo's slums to her current life: living in a very nice house on the beach in Kona, Hawaii.
Meiko entered the U.S. through foreign adoption and moved to L.A. as a teenager. By the time she was 18, Meiko was already being approached by modeling agencies. She was blessed with stunning beauty; her eyes were gold at the center but around the outsides they were a breathtaking teal color that always caught people's attention. Her body had always been lean and lithe but after she signed with an agent she began working out. Meiko kept on a very strict regimen with a personal trainer. Her abs were well toned and had lines of definition running vertically down her core. Her breasts were large and firm but not oversized which actually cost her jobs on occasion, but her long legs and firm, round ass more than made up for her C cup chest.
Early in her career she did a lot of lower level work; toothpaste ads in magazines, acne treatment commercials, and even a tampon add where she played the confused daughter. When she asked her agent why she kept getting such shitty walk-on work her agent suggested that it was because she looked too "FOB-ish" and should have cosmetic surgery to widen her eyes, remake her nose, and enlarge her breasts.
After firing her agent, Meiko got blonde and auburn highlights put in her long silky black hair and bought some more trendy clothing. With new headshots, a new outlook, and a new agent, bigger deals began to find her. A makeup add here, a shampoo commercial there, and the next thing she knew she had grossed over a million dollars. She was classified as a "super" model; before long she was traveling the world and even getting acting work as the sexy seductress in action movies.
Men had never been a big part of Meiko's life. She knew a few boys in Japan when she was younger, but when she finally developed after moving to the U.S. boys were no longer the shy, cute, meek suitors she was comfortable with but rather fast-talking, imposing aggressors who pursued her like dogs hunting a fox. They would parley loudly for her attention and even get in fights over who they felt was most entitled to hurl the fruitless lines and propositions at her.
In truth the entire male sex made her nervous. She had a few boyfriends but would always chicken out before they had sex; the boys would inevitably leave. By the time she was 22 she was working on a big photo shoot in her homeland of Japan. She met up with an old childhood friend of hers, Kichi Nakamura.
Kichi had become a successful chef in Japan and was doing well for himself. Meiko was at the height of her fame and desperate for someone she could trust amongst all the dishonest industry types she was forced to be around. Kichi was pale and skinny, not what you would call an attractive man; he wore thick glasses and looked down when talking to women.
Meiko married Kichi because he was someone she could trust, not because she was attracted to him. She bought a small quaint house in the outskirts of Tokyo for them to share. When she returned to L.A. her agent had bad news; the "Asian look" was out, and "light-skinned black girls" were the new rage. Meiko was never one to worry about things she had no control over, and was tired of the industry bullshit, so she retired from modeling at 23 and moved back to Tokyo.
Within about a year Kichi's restaurant was now getting international acclaim and there were investors imploring him to open another location somewhere in the United States. L.A. was talked about early in the process, but due to heavy competition in that market and Meiko's staunch desire not to return to "that fucking shit-hole town" it was ruled out.
After a lot of market research it was decided that with a high Japanese population and very limited competition, the growing city of Kona, Hawaii would be the site for his second restaurant. Meiko bought them a house there and they moved to "paradise".
1
Meiko was bored. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. She was rich, lived on the beach in Hawaii, and had her talented husband wrapped around her finger. Other women Meiko's age envied her, but she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the dark, cold blanket of boredom and dissatisfaction that circled her on a regular basis.
Her husband was sweet but meek and she very much wore the pants in their relationship, often ordering him about like a trained dog. He worked a lot; in fact that was almost all he ever did. She understood why he had to be away so much, but even when he was with her she felt empty.
It was a sunny blue day in late October. Meiko was lounging on the beach in her long lounge chair. She wasn't so much lounging; she was more unconscious in the chair, curled up in a tiny contented ball.
She had just finished one of her early morning "swims". Her favorite hobby of late was waking up at dawn when her husband left for work, going out behind their house and swimming away from shore as fast and as far as she could until she became completely exhausted and could go no farther. Then she would desperately try to make her way back to shore with her body exhausted and her limbs numb.
It appealed to her. Meiko wasn't sure why; there was something about the way she felt when she was struggling to survive. She remembered that feeling from when she was younger and hadn't felt it since she became wealthy. Something inside her loved those moments where it felt so hopeless, without the shore even in sight, yet she managed to break past her limits to save herself from the jaws of death.
She often had to crawl across the sand to get to her lounge chair to rest, and as a result sand clung to her well-defined curvy form. The sun warmed her and tanned her already golden skin, while she reveled in lying out there, completely drained and exhausted, helpless.
Sleeping in the sun wearing her wet green bikini, Meiko felt a large presence appear beside her, blocking the sun. The shadow was large and imposing, unlike anyone she was familiar with. He wore only a thick black cape and a heavy cowl covering his head. She tried to scream but was slow drawing air into her exhausted lungs. Her mouth was abruptly covered by a massive hand. It was rough and callused, with fingers longer than seemed human.
She tried to put up a struggle but her limbs were too heavy and fatigued to swing. The figure was on top of her in a flash and her eyes beheld a horrifying sight: long jagged teeth in an evil unholy demon's face, glairing down at her full of contempt and hate. The facial expression never changed, and its mouth didn't even move as its evil rasping voice began to speak.
"You are now my property, you filthy slag."
