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I felt her words cut me deeper than any lash, I knew I should stay quiet but something deep inside me moved me to speak as tears welled up in my eyes. “Doctor, please I need him.”
The blow was sudden and painful. My face snapped back if not for the restraints I would have been knocked from the gurney.
“You need what I decide you need. Slave!” Dr Hong’s words cut like ice. She grabbed my hair pulling hard and stared into my eyes.
“A uppity slut is unsuitable for breeding. If I decide you are uppity I will abort the bad seed inside you and sterilise you before the Dame sells you to a whore house.”
I froze in fear. Some instinct made me want to cover my belly. I knew Dr Hong would do it too. I had seen the sadism in her words and actions, but now I was going to be in her care all the time. My only hope to protect the baby and myself was to obey.
I nodded and kissed her hand when prompted meekly submitting as I had always done.
It didn’t take long to arrive at our destination. A large nondescript office building in an industrial park with a gated car park and a bland name. The Society was very good at operating their slave empire in plain sight of vanilla’s. The two women in coveralls parked the van in the underground garage and then rolled me into an elevator escorted by Dr Hong. When the doors opened we emerged into what would have looked like a very normal vanilla hospital. Nurses in scrubs and Doctors in white coats walked around on errands and I saw a patient, another young girl like me in a thin robe being led into an exam room. I was rolled into a room which read “Processing” the two women left but waiting was Liddy and Emily along with the other nurse who had assisted in my breeding. The processing room was quite large with an exam table, surgical lights, a scale, and a shower stall.
I became quite frightened as the nurses released me from the gurney and made me stand. Liddy rolled the gurney away while the other nurse picked up a pair of scissors and cut the shoulder straps on my dress. The dress fell to the floor and suddenly I was naked except for my chastity belt. Dr Hong though removed this and I stood surrounded by the four women totally naked. Though I had been in this position before, somehow I felt even more exposed. My nerves were on edge as the medical team began to pull on their latex gloves eyeing me up like some kind of specimen. I should be used to this kind of treatment, but living a vanilla life as I had made this feel almost unfamiliar and I was scared. Clutching my belly without realising I was doing it I saw that I was also fearful for the baby Dr Hong said was in me. My nervousness earned me condescending and frightening smiles from the staff.
“You see Emily the maternal instincts can make even the most obedient slave unruly, which is why it’s better to incubate them here.”
They began to process me. First the nurses took me to the shower stall and hosed me down with warm water. Liddy wielded the hose while the other nurse who I learned was called Joy scrubbed me. Joy took her time soaping my bare breast and flat toned belly. As Liddy rinsed me Joy stepped in and began cleaning my clit, going over it slowly playing with it. I felt my face grow flushed as the horniness within me was awakened.
She didn’t finish me though instead they finished rinsing me. I was surprised when Joy once more took the scissors and neatly cut my long hair to shoulder length. I had always liked my hair long and so had Daniel, but I didn’t object. As the nurses finished washing me Emily came over with a large red enema bag on an IV stand.
“Slave hands and knees facing away from me.”
I obeyed of course the tile of the shower was cold and I shivered in the chill of the room. I felt Emily drip the lubricant on my puckered ass and her gloved fingers slowly played with it. Then she inserted the hose. I grunted from the pain as it entered me.
“Nnnnn” I grunted
“Oh poor sweetie I guess her slave hubby doesn’t use that sweat ass as much as he should.” Emily said gleefully as she kept sliding the thick black tube into me.
“Okay now sweetie deep breath.” Emily said
I Escort Bayan felt the fluid begin to enter me and I gritted my teeth. The enema lasted what seemed like an eternity. Emily kept condescendingly soothing me throughout the whole process.
“Oh good girl, almost done, almost done.” She would say but she kept adding more warm liquid to the funnel and then watching it drain into me. My bladder strained from the pressure and I felt my belly swell.
The nurses giggled at how I already looked preggers.
Finally Emily concluded disconnecting the hose, but she left the nozzle inserted into me. They made me lay there on all fours shivering from the cold for so long at last though Emily had me come up into a squatting position and gave me permission to release myself. Relief flooded through me as I let the enema fluids drain out of me and my bladder released. Emily and the two nurses giggled at my distress and I felt my cheeks flush. I knew as a slave I had no privacy but I was rapidly realising that at this clinic my humiliation and display would be constant. They hosed me off again, having me stand and bend over to adequately clean my ass crack and pussy. Finally the nurses had me step from the shower and dried me off roughly with scratchy towels. Liddy took something from the instrument tray and held my ear. I saw a flash of metal and before I could react felt the sharp pain of my ear being pierced. I cried out but of course they didn’t care and when her gloved hands came away I saw reflected in the chrome surface of one of the cabinets the ear tag she had attached.
The nurses pushed me onto the table and began moving my body around to suit them I was placed on all fours to begin with Dr Hong brought a small hand scale over like the sort used for weighing meat at the butchers. She placed it on the table under me then had me lean down weighing my breast one at a time. The other womens gloved hands ran all over me they took callipers and measuring tape recording all of my measurements. The weight and girth of my breast, my pussy length the distance between my vagina and clit. I was made to twist turn and crouch on the table so they could record every inch of my body. That done then I was made the lay back and stirrups were produced from under the table. I felt myself being secured by Liddy as Emily and the other nurse rolled over a pair of carts. One held a sonogram machine the other a series of hypodermic needles. I cringed remembering the blood samples taken from my pussy and how much it still stung.
Dr Hong adjusted the light so it showed directly on my pussy while Emily speared my belly and pubic mound with a cold jelly. After changing her gloves she took the sonogram from the cart and began running it over me while Liddy carefully took notes of her observations. Dr Hong meanwhile rolled a stool between my legs and inserted what I first took to be some kind of dildo into me. I shuddered as it went in, finally unable to control myself. My feet flexed and I let out a cry as my orgasm rolled over me.
“Oh dear orgasm without permission 1 demerit.” Dr Hong said
Joy without being commanded took a handheld vacuum pump and began pumping up my right nipple. It was pleasant at first but then really started to hurt.
“Ahhh AHhhh AHHHH ” I called in pain. Joy pulled the pump away and took a sharp alligator clip attaching it to my inflated nipple. I screamed then as the agony overwhelmed me. The medical team ignored my cries and I knew better than to thrash or struggle. Joy began pumping up the left nipple as I felt Dr Hong begin to inflate the balloon in my vagina. I moaned in a confused mix of pleasure and pain as the balloon swelled up. Emily carefully monitored it with the sonogram as it expanded. I realised they were testing to see how far I could stretch. The joy removed the vacuum from my left nipple and placed the clam and I groaned in pain gritting my teeth. Despite everything that was happening my instinct was to be a good girl for them, but this time I realised there would be no Daniel at the end to hold me close and kiss my bruises. Suddenly I felt very alone and very Escort vulnerable.
When they at last relented and began to deflate the balloon I relaxed at first though my nipples still burned with pain from the clamps. Until Dr Hong reached for the first needle flicking it with her finger.
“Vitamin supplements for your little brat.” She injected the needle right into my stomach and I could feel it go through the skin. I cried in pain, fear and sadness as she sadistically went through the next six needles taking her time letting me suffer.
As the nurses began to release me, Dr Hong took a last moment to squeeze my pussy, smiling as she fondled me.
“Now Jane there will be a very strict schedule here and you are expected to obey all the staff and be nice to the other patients. You are allowed to pleasure yourself or to have sex with another patient but you must inform me when you do so. You will have exams twice a day and a number of activities designed to keep you healthy and docile.” She leaned in kissing me on the forehead. “You will be a good girl of course won’t you?” she said
“Yes doctor” I replied
She spoke to me as if I was a pet or small girl which of course I was to her. I was just a slave and she was my mistress. I had no autonomy, no control.
Dr Hong and Emily left discussing my chart quite animantly. I didn’t understand what they said but the words “perfect mare” and “good for at least 10” I felt my stomach drop. I suddenly realised it might be a long time before I get out of here.
The nurses gave me a robe to change into. It was plain white and quite thin. It was also a bit small. I had to pull it shut to cover my breast and I felt the breeze between my legs and on my ass which were just barely covered by the thin fabric. I realised right away the robe was meant to give me the smallest sense of security and privacy which made being stripped and examined so much more humiliating. Nevertheless I tried to cover myself as best I could as the nurses led me down a hallway to a room labelled Novice Breeders. We entered through the secure double doors past the nurses station where more of Dr Hong’s attractive minions sat in scrubs. The door opened into what was a large and very comfortable looking common room. A number of beds and couches were positioned throughout the large room and in the back I could see another set of double doors that said cafeteria. To the left were 9 hallways with cards labelling them 1-9. To the right were three other double doors one that read Fitness the other said Spa between them was a doorway labelled Medical above the door was a redlight which was currently inert. The room was full of women dressed just like me in various stages of pregnancy. I saw that the medical staff did not give us larger robes as we progressed. Several of the girls, despite still wearing the robes, could barely cover their swollen breasts and bellies. It seemed another function of the robes was to make us feel more and more exposed as our condition progressed. The nurses escorted me down the hallway labelled 1 to the third room on the left. There were at least a dozen rooms off of the hall each one had a bed, a tv, plush carpet and a shower and toilet. There were no doors and I understood I should not expect privacy. Liddy showed me my schedule which was posted next to the door.
Every morning I would be expected to rise at 6 and the shower would turn on. I was given 30 minutes to shower before the water would turn off.
After the shower I was expected to come to my door and line up with the other girls for morning inspection.
Inspection would be followed by breakfast
Then my first medical exam of the day
After which I had a half hour to relax before my fitness class.
Fitness would be followed by lunch.
After lunch would be spa treatments
Then my second medical exam.
The bracket after medical exam just said Discipline Time
Finally there was dinner with bedtime at 9:30 PM
As it was my first day I was allowed to be free until dinner. The nurses left and the other girls in my hall wandered in to say hi. There Bayan Escort were six in my hallway like me; they all had the thin robes and ear tags. I realised that the numbers on our hallways were how many months pregnant we were. All of the girls in my hall were 1 month or less. The girls were all slaves like me and for all of them this was their first time being bred. As I met the girls on the wing I estimated there were about 45 or 50 of us in total. We were all young, the oldest thought she was about 23 the youngest was 18. We had all been born into slavery but I was the only one who had been allowed to live in the vanilla world.
Most of the girls had spent their whole lives on the private estates or islands of the masters and mistresses. We talked quietly and remained docile as we truly had no privacy. There were always at least 5 or 6 nurses about manning the nursing station in the middle of the common room or coming and going. The nurses like us were slaves but trained to serve a purpose. The girls warned me the nurses were very free with demerits as the girl with the lowest number awarded each month was disciplined. Several of the girls had partnered but there was no exclusivity. The girls turned to each other for comfort in this very terrifying place. I was told by no less than three they would be happy to have sex with me. Several were having sex in their rooms. Nurses watched them and afterward the breeders were escorted to the medical room.
We needed medical checks after each orgasm I was told. Sometimes these were quick other times they led to extended stays in the exam and treatment rooms. I declined the offer for companionship but I knew I would give in eventually I was quite horny. The other girls were sympathetic and I was advised that mastuerbating only led to a quick check by the duty nurse.
Missing Daniel I retreated to my room and curled up alone. I did turn on the TV and found we could watch programs which consisted of pornography and various entertainments designed for slaves. The masters had made a lot of money selling these as exploitation films in the vanilla world with vanillas not realising these were the reality of life for us slaves. Later I heard chimes and followed the other patients into the cafeteria. One wall had numbered boxes while comfortable tables sat in the middle of the room. As we entered a nurse scanned our ear tags and told us a number. I was told 23 so I went to box 23 and retrieved my dinner which consisted of lean meat, vegetables and yoghurt. Also on my tray was my vitamins. We were all given precise prescriptions it seemed. There was quiet conversation throughout dinner but honestly there was not much to talk about and I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. The other patients seemed to understand and left me alone. Halfway through dinner one of the girls who was very pregnant, her robe hanging open with her plump belly and breast exposed suddenly leaned forward grabbing her stomach. Her eyes filled with fear as instantly four nurses swooped into the room. One hit a red button by the door and suddenly I heard a loud siren and the light above the medical doorway began to flash.
“No no nurse it’s just a ahhh” the girl said
The nurses spun her chair around and two held open her legs restraining her arms while a third pulled on a glove with a loud snap and reached inside her.
“Ahhh AHHH” sh cried
The nurse nodded as suddenly a lot of fluid gushed out of the girl.
“Water break. Take her to the birthing room and page Dr Hong and Dr Emily.” the nurse said
A gurney had been rolled into the room and the girl was dragged to her feet trying to push back but being restrained by the strong gloved hands her robe was torn away and she was forced onto the gurney. She was strapped down even as she struggled.
“No no no please” she whimpered. The nurses were not moved by her pleas. She was wheeled away. I could see from where I was sitting that she was rolled through the medical doorway and then disappeared. The girl next to me who looked to be 3 months pregnant shuddered.
“Once you go into labour they take you away and you never come back.” I realised she was frightened. We all were. We had to sit here in comfort for 9 months waiting to be rolled through those doors to an unknown fate.
As I lay in my bed that night trying to sleep I decided it wasn’t a truly unknown fate. Knowing Dr Hong it would be a horrible one.
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