Trigger warning: Domination, BDSM, Objectification, Slavery, Medical Fetish, Nonconsent, Pain, Pregnancy, Birth, Surgery

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The story of young Jane contiunes what happened after her painful birth. NOT previously published on Literotica as it was to hot for them. This part is really quite intense and leans into the dehumanisation. I hope you enjoy but if not please refrain from reading. Yes I cant spell I know try to relax and enjoy the free smut. Do not read if you are under 18 or not interested in filth. Enjoy.

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I opened my eyes, blinking at the harsh light of my surroundings. It took a few moments for my foggy brain to register your surroundings but I began to realise I was on a bed similar to the one in my cell but reclined in an upright position with my arms secured to straps behind me. My legs were unsecured but I was naked without any blankets or coverings. I was also muzzled. The muzzle covered my whole mouth except for a round tube opening that ran into my open mouth and then into my sore throat. I tested the tube with my teeth and found it soft but durable. Two IVs on either side of me snaked down one going into my left arm the other into my belly just above the navel. My belly was already deflating as my womb rapidly shrunk. The baby inside of me was gone and I knew I would never see her again. It was then I began to realise I was not alone. I began to take in my surroundings. I was in a large ward on either side of me were at least 30 beds, most holding women restrained and muzzled exactly like I was with another row across from us running from wall to wall. All of the girls were naked like me and they all seemed to have recently given birth. Many whimpered softly or cried, several slept. Nurses move up and down the rows between beds. These nurses wore blue cotton uniforms with large green rubber aprons and green rubber gloves going up to their elbows. No hats or masks, rather their hair all tucked into tight buns. They seemed to move in teams of four and all looked a bit older and sterner than the nurses we had on the ward before I gave birth. I could see them working on various girls then looked over as a another team of four approached me.

“Ah Jane is awake is up clean her and milk her.” the head nurse said as if she was instructing farm hands how to handle a cow. Which I suppose I was to her.

The nurses set to work without any other remarks, strong gloved hands seize my ankles and pull them up. These women are immensely strong and I was so weak. The nurses were not gentle either, instead they roughly spread my still sore legs exposing my wounded pussy and ass. Another one took an enema nozzle and inserted it roughly into my ass. They secured my ankles to hanging straps and placed the enema on a holder. Leaving me pulled up and open exposed with the warm liquid of the enema filling me. I cried out in pain but the muzzle prevented me from doing much else.

The enema flows into me oh it burned filling my abdomen. While the enema was flowing the nurses roughly scrub me with moist towels and sponges ignoring my whimpers and muffled cries of discomfort. As they finished their rough sponge bath they released my ankles and made me support myself on my feet in a perverse crab like position. Then one of them bent over me and pulled the plug on the enema letting me expel the fluid into a bed pan. One of the nurses carried off the bed pan while two others roughly cleaned my nether regions. One of them took my ankles and pushed them back and apart over my head exposing my ass and pussy. The other nurse wiped my gentiles with a warm rag and then took a large syringe bulb from a waiting cart and inserted it into my pussy, flushing it with warm water. Again they made me to expel it into a bedpan the other nurse in the team had returned with. They laid my sore legs down but I was not granted much rest. I heard a click behind me and turned my head to see from the wall behind you another nurse had withdrawn a pair of milkers.

“Nice utters on this one.” one nurse said her gloved hand pinching my nipple causing me to cry.

The nurse who had pinched my nipple roughly enfolded my breast in her hand squeezing it causing milk to come out once a flow was started the other nurse placed the milker on my nipple a vacuum suction sealing it in place. They repeat the process on my other breast and flipped a switch turing the machine on, it begins tugging my nipples immediately causing me to cry out. The nurses then move on to the next patient in the row leaving the milkers running. I closed my eyes and cried as the pain in my vagina and nipples began to overwhelm my shock and fear.

The milking went on for a long while, I dozed off a bit but mostly sat restrained watching the activity around me. The nurses there were at least a dozen of them moved down the row of girls cleaning and milking them like they had me. The doors at the end of the ward continuously opened and closed as girls were wheeled in and out or nurses came and went. Doctors in scrubs and white coats also entered and left. I was surprised I didn't recognize any of them which made me wonder how big this place really was. The Doctors would linger over patients with a team of nurses giving the girls vaginal, anal and breast exams. Sometimes checking incisions on girls who had obviously had C-sections. It was all quite quick and perfunctory. I got the feeling that more detailed exams were done elsewhere. After what seemed like forever they began to feed us. Two nurses came in with a large pot on a trolley and began to go bed to bed. They insert a funnel into the tube that runs through the gag and poured a slushy gruel from the pot into it. When they got to me I tried to prepare myself but the nurse was so quick I gagged and coughed. That earned me a face slap and a rebuke of “Useless cow”. I could barely taste the gruel as it slid down my throat but what I did taste was vile.

I got off lucky though two beds down from me was a girl my age with brown hair and green eyes, she whimpered and I could see the moisture spreading on the bed as she was unable to hold her bladder. A team of nurses descend on her. “Nmmmm plllsss nmmm” she begged through the gag as they roughly towel off her pussy and pulled the absorbant matt that had been sitting on her bed out from under her replacing it with a fresh one. Then uncuff her four nurses forcely flipping her around then holding her while a fifth nurse positions a wooden paddle with several large holes in it just over her ass.

Swish, CRACK.

Mmmmmmhmmmmm!

Swish, CRACK

I watch the paddle descended over and over again.

The girl screamed and whimpered after each strike tears flowing down her face.

“This will teach the little bitch to wet the bed.” The nurse said

I lost count of how many times they struck her bottom but it is bright red when they finally relented and began to restrain her again.

It was then that I realise I also desperately needed to pee.

I could see another nurse moving down the beds with a trolley of bedpans stopping at each bed and letting the girls relieve themselves, but she was moving very slowly. I tried very hard to hold as the nurse came close and closer taking her time I willed her to hurry but it didn't work. I was absolutely desperate.

‘No’ I thought “oh no’ but I couldn't hold out.

I felt the warmth between my legs as my bladder released the trolley was still five beds down I couldn't have made it.

A team of five of the burly nurses descend on me immediately strong hands seizing me they roughly pull my legs apart and a cold rag began to roughly scrub my pussy. I cried into a gag as they yank me up roughly pulling away the pad as other sets of hands remove the milkers and restraints before I am roughly flipped over gloves hands holding me flat on the bed.

“She is new just came in today” one nurse said.

“Spare the rod?” Another replied.

“Spoil the bitch” all of them said together

I felt the swish of air before the paddle connected with my quivering ass.

SMACK

“Nnnmmmm” I screamed into the gag

But the nurses only laughed again the paddle but my ass sending pain racing across my body. I struggled or tried to but I was so weak.

The paddle descend again and again and again. The nurses pauses between strokes giving me a vain hope it will be the last.

“Flip her position two.” One nurse said as if she was doing a mundane procedure rather than horribly beating me.

They flip me pulling my legs back and wide as two other nurses continue to hold my shoulders and arms. I felt my ankles pulled apart and back toward my head exposing me fully. I blinked through my tears at the bright lights as the goth nurse held the paddle just above my abused pussy.

I screamed into the gag and struggle as she pulled it up then let it fall faster and faster.

SMACK

“Ahhhhhh!”

“25 more.” She said flatly

The paddle descended again and again on my pussy and clit. Pain shot through my whole body as she beat my tender abused quim again and again. I screamed through all of it in someways it was worse than birth.

Finally though mercifully it ends. They put me back in my restraint position. As they did you I saw familiar faces approaching Dr Hong and Dr Carter along with Emily now wearing a doctor's coat.

Dr Hong and Dr Carter stopped at my bed where the nurses finished with me.

“Well how is Jane today nurse?” Dr Hong said picking up a chart.

“The little bitch wet the bed on her first day Dr Hong.” The senior nurse said sourly.

“Well she is surprisingly naughty for being such a good breeder. We will conduct a quick check here before taking her for her pre-op exam.” Dr Hong said looking at me over her dark rimmed glasses.

The doctors surrounded me as the nurses moved on. Emily bent over and took the gag from my mouth while Dr Hong and Dr Carter began pulling on green exam gloves. It takes me a moment to realise I am completely uncuffed and ungagged my limbs and body free. I pulled my legs together over my still aching pussy pulling my arms up to cover my sore nipples. Dr Hong sat next to me on the bed and patted me gently.

“Now now Jane, open your legs and bring your knees up.”

I looked for a second through my tear-stained eyes at the beautiful women in front of me. The women who had impregnated me, tormented, exposed, and finally forced me to give birth. These women had probed, poked and inspected every inch of my anatomy for months. I was exhausted and I knew my hormones were raging, but I began to do as I was told. I drew my legs up to my ass and parted them letting my hands rest by my side. I knew Dr Hong didn't like me to cover myself.

Dr Hong roughly began to probe my tender pussy. I let out a cry of pain as Dr Carter pinched my nipples. There was nothing clinical in their touches I tried not to squirm to much but I could tell they were enjoying getting their hands on my body. Dr Hong roughly stuck her fingers into my vagina I muffled a cry as she stretched and poked. Dr Carter having twisted and pulled my nipples began squeezing my breast until a drop of milk began to drip out.

“Well Dr Carter you thoughts?” Dr Hong asked

“Certainly good milk flow I see no sign of serious breast damage if we limit output and combine with hormone treatment we should make her go up one cup size permanently. How is her pussy looking?”

“Hmmm pretty stretched we will need to tighten the muscles and get rid of the excess skin. At least she didn't prolapse.”

Dr Hong and Dr Carter pushed me on my back drawing my legs together and both began to press and pull on my belly.

“Stomach is deflating nicely but we have some sag.” Dr Hong remarked

“Agree I think she is definitely fully salvageable though.” Dr Carter said

“Quite lets get her down to Exam 11 for a full evaluation and schedule her for surgery at 2pm.

“Surgery doctor?” I squeaked in fear before even realising what I was saying

I received a corrective slap to my face from Dr Hong, for speaking out of turn but then she smiled down at me and patted my red cheek with her gloved hand.

“Yes Jane you see your body is just as valuable as your genes. Breeding is hard on slaves there is no way around that, but fortunately with modern medical techniques we can minimise the damage, and ensure you are in tip top shape for entertaining the Dame and her friends.” She smiled a very cruel smile “At least until the Dame decides to send you back here.” Her hand touched my belly again right over my womb.

“The price for your foal was substantial. The Dame is already feilding dozens of offers, you will be under my care for a very long time.” She leaned in and kissed my forehead as tears ran down my cheeks.

I see the gurney roll in I look down sullen and defeated, so conditioned by my experience I understand on my most basic level I am just a toy to these women and my survival depends on continuing to be a good toy. Two of the hulking recovery nurses lift me onto the gurney. They restrain me but just with leather cuffs to my wrist and ankles. I was completely limp, emotionally empty and exhausted physically. There was a great emptiness in me as I watched the cruelty around me. Other girls in recovery being groped, probed and inspected. This was a production line and we were the products, churning out new slaves for the ones who owned us, I had come from here. Dr Hong had been very eager to remind me of that and someday the slave I had just delivered her would be here. Tears fell down my cheeks as they rolled me pass the ward full of naked women laying on beds restrained as I had been, sleeping or being fed, milked, cleaned and punished by scores of uniformed nurses. As we entered the hall I saw at least six sets of doors on either side and could hear the low moaning and sobbing of misery the scale was terrifying. I saw a sign as we left, First Time Ward and realised that the ward I had been in was for girls who had delivered their first fouls; the other wards which were just numbered were for women who had been through this all before. I was rolled into the elevator with four other young women strapped to gurneys all beautiful, all as broken as I felt.

The elevator chimed and we were rolled out into a hallway with dozens of large doors marked Exam Room. Most doors were closed, some were open and empty. In a few I caught glimpses of more girls strapped into Gyno chairs surrounded by staff in their scrubs and aprons subjecting them to all kinds of test more staff coming in and out. None of the girls were sedated they were crying some were begging, my heart chilled and my skin prickled as the gurney turned in Exam Room 11 and I saw the gyno chair illuminated by surgical lights and the team of female doctors and nurses in scrubs surrounding it, at least four nurses and Dr Carter and Dr Hong. Surgical caps, mask elbow length gloves and aprons, I was crying as they placed me on the table but too weak to resist. The staff surrounded me the same as always but so frightening and sinister in masks and surgical caps with black aprons pulling on long black rubber gloves. They must have spied the panic creeping over my face, because one of the nurses without being ordered began rubbing my clit. My pussy was so sore, but my clit bulged against my will, but it was not pleasurable. It was painful. I tried to shake my head only to be further restrained by the nurses black gloved hands.

Dr Hong looked on as Dr Carter walked around me looking at my naked body like a sample on a slide.

“How are we nurse?” she asked

“Negative response to clitoral stimulation Doctor.” The nurse replied flatly.

“Well Jane lets get a closer look at just how severely you damaged yourself.”

My face flashed with a sudden anger, damaged myself they had done this to me, but I clamped my mouth shut before I said anything that would warrant further punishment.

Dr Hong sat on a stool between my splayed legs and brought a magnifier down from the ceiling. This was a new humiliation for me, though I was used to being exposed to be scrutinised so carefully made my cheeks flushed. Dr Hong examined my tortured labia and clit probing with her fingers testing proding. Dr Carter assisted leaning over me. They talked back and forth as if I was a mute animal commenting on how I had shown good elasticity and the damage was straightforward. Dr Hong then held out her hand and was given a large chrome speculum by the nurse.

Dr Hong looked directly at me behind her masked face I could see the wicked joy in her eyes.

“Now breath Jane.” she said as she roughly inserted the unlubed instrument into me.

“Ahhhh mmmmhhhh Ow hnnnnhhh.” I squealed as it hurt my still sore pussy.

Dr Hong took her time drawing out ever ounce of my discomfort, she manoeuvred the magnifying glass over my pussy and carefully studied my abused labia and clit, she moved the speculum stretching and probing me. I cried, but I also had Dr Carter looming over me in her long latex gloves. She seemed to be interested in my breast carefully palpitating and hefting them. Nodding in approval of what she found. Both Dr Hong and Dr Carter used callipers to precisely measure my exposed body.

Dr Hong took another device from the tray as Dr Carter continued probing my tits.

“We will be doing the hysteroscopy now.” Dr Hong comments to Dr Carter.

“Very good Doctor, Janes tits seem to be in very good shape, if we implant dissolvable hormone patches during her operation we should be able to stimulate permanent growth, she will stay a cup size larger, but without unwanted sagging.”

I cannot describe the feeling of sheer helplessness and despair that comes over me each time I am on the table, displayed probed and examined discussed like a piece of meat. No other experience in my enslavement has ever made me feel so dehumanised, my body being assessed and examined to ensure its value as my mistress property.

I whimpered in pain as the probe slid into me, Dr Carter with a nurses help was rubbing a cream on my nipples, I could see another nurse preparing the milkers. I whimpered more and let words escape me.

“Dr Hong, it hurts.” I moaned pitifully.

“Nurse shut her up please.” Dr Hong said without looking up from the video screen the probe was feeding to.

Gloved hands seized my face and roughly forced a gag into mouth. I whimpered more and pulled against the restraints but it was no use. The property did not get to consent to how it was treated. Dr Carter began attaching pumps to my nipples, I felt the pressure build and tears returned to my eyes as she extracted the white fluid from my teat filling a vial attached to the milker, taking samples I supposed.

Dr Hong remained focused on my insides. “She is stretched but tearing is minimal we can insert a electro convulsive sleeve to tighten the vagina. The womb is contracting, but their is some debris and it looks like a cyst might be forming, we should vacuum it out and scrape it.” Hong said describing casually my next round of torture.

“Agree Doctor.” Carter replied “Milk production is high, and strong, she doesn't have the temperament for a hucow but if the Dame is amenable I recommend three months of extraction to ensure positive breast growth.

“That sounds good, the Dame wants to give her three months recovery before we cover her again.” Hong replied.

Three months, I would have three months away from here then this nightmare would repeat, how many how many times would she do this to me.

“How many do you want to get from this one?” Dr Carter asked.

“The Dame is keen not to over use her so eight seems a good number three with the current mate then five auctioned out. Of course we might reassess her foals are in high demand, and the Dame does love money as do I.” My sobs were muffled by the gag, my tears were simply ignored. I felt the cattle tag on my ear more than I had in months.

The exam concluded finally Dr Hong withdrew the probe from me and my nipples were released.

“Nurse” Dr Hong spoke removing her mask and pealing off her gloves.

“Move Jane to preop, give her a two litre cleanse, a vaginal washout and a vaginal disinfection, also plug her cath her and strap her mmmm 25 times, she is a bit uppity.”

“Violation protocol Doctor?” the nurse asked unable to hide the hunger in her eyes. “No restriction. Just don't make the damage any worse than it is.” Dr Hong said.

The nurses had already rolled in the gurney and transferred me to it roughly. I was strapped down again, though there was no need as I was as weak as a kitten.

One put a IV in my arm, I winced at the needle and they rolled me from the exam room back into the sterile hallway down the hall to a doorway that said Recovery Pre-Op so official so clinical, so good at hiding the suffering underneath. I was rolled through the doors into another ward like the one I had woken up in like the ward it was full of girls like me, but here there was no soft moans and pitiful cries it was screams and shouts, as the girls were ‘prepared.’ My eyes went wide in horror as I was rolled along the row of beds each bed was numbered and each one contained a young girl like me. Each had a team of 4 to six nurses working on them. The first we passed was being restrained in diaper position and given an enema, the next was being roughly shaved between her legs. Another was being held down writing as the nurses masked and gloved pumped something into her vagina. The beds were rubber and I soon saw why as another girl was roughly washed by hoses. This felt like a factory we were meat being readied for the slab, and of course the nurses took the opportunity to sample the fare.

A poor young thing with ebony skin and a gorgeous body was being roughly fisted by a nurse and four others held her. She was crying and begging for mercy. I was rolled to the very end space bed 24. To my right was bed 23 where a poor slave was being ruthlessly beaten with a strap on all fours as the leather strap CRACKED CRACKED CRACKED while she sobbed in uncontrolled pain. To the left was a window inside I could see an operating theatre where another girl naked as me and the others was being worked on. She had a gas masked on but seemed to writhe as the surgeons did something to her vagina. The surgical team two doctors and four nurses four to six nurses to every bed close to 100 women. Women treating women as livestock abusing us whipping us breaking us. My mind shrank and I felt the defiance that had been rising in me deflate, there was no way to resit this.

The nurses who had rolled me in were clearly my team. They transferred me to the rubber mattress completely unrestrained and set to work.

I realised at once why I wasn't restrained to remind me of how outnumbered I was. Four sets of gloved hands held me and manoeuvred me, they took the gag from my mouth. I was expected to scream.

“No please I do…AHHH” They ignored me as they pulled my legs up and roughly shoved a tube in. The hot liquid began to fill me and I began to writhe but hands griped my legs, my arms and shoulders.

“Ahhhh AHHHH AHHH.” I tried to I dont know struggle fight, but strong female hands held me down while gloved faces looked down.

“I cant I cant..” came a cry two beds down a young nurse retreated from the painfully crying girl who was being shaved and washed. Two of her colleagues seized her.

“No no” she cried but an alarm already was going off. More nurses rushed in with a gurney.

“Fresh meat” I heard one of my tormentors say. They were stripping her and forcing her on the gurney. Even in my agony I looked again at the young faces holding me. This I realised was the test maybe their final one. They witnessed what they did to us here, at its worst and if they couldn't, they joined us as meat on the slab.

A hand smacked my sore pussy. “SMACK”

“Na ahhh pls” I asked as pain shot through me but fingers already penetrated me.

“Stupid whore.” The brown haired girl no older than me said. Of course weakness in one inspired the others to greater ruthlessness.

The nurse used her hand to punish me by roughly fingering my vagina even as the warm liquid kept feeling my belly. I looked right at her and saw her eyes staring back at me, she was I guess maybe a bit older than me but not much, we had similar features as far as I could tell from her mask and surgical cap covered face. Maybe she was my sister? Dr Hong had told me how I had been born here, how many more had the womb that delivered me birthed how many had been plucked from the slave creche to be trained to be nurses to assist in this horrible place. I would never know. The thoughts flashed through my agony filled mind in and instant, and from my lips only came pleading.

“Please it hurts it hurts.”

“Its suppose to hurt whore.” the nurse said. Another pair of hands started roughly playing with my clit, even as the hose was shoved deeper. Other hands pinched and pulled my nipples. I dribbled milk.

“Uuuuuuahhhhheeee stooop please” I was crying but they didnt listen. My belly filled with the liquid and I swelled again almost as if I were pregnant again. I would be wouldn't I, and I would be back here again processed each time. My wailing became despair as well as pain.

They tilted me upwards and pulled the hose from my ass, roughly shoving a anal plug in.

“Mmmmmm” I whimpered through tear stained eyes. The hands withdrew as the nurses began to grab other things. I pinched my eyes closed and grabbed my tummy, I couldn't have run if I wanted to not with the pain in my gut. The hands were on me again, I opened my eyes only to have a harsh antiseptic smelling soap nearly rubbed into them. It was enough to burn and cause me to cry more. They scrubbed and scraped my body, burning me with the soap.

“Stop stop stop” I begged. That only caused fingers to twist my nipples, pull my hair, and rub my clit. I felt like I was on fire inside and out and was wailing. Then they began to spray me down with the hoses that extended from the wall behind the bed. Two hoses each with ice cold water.

“AHHHHHHH” I screamed as the water washed the soap away. I was flipped over and made to climb on my knees. I shivered and froze as they washed me. Thankfully it ended and suddenly I was being blown dry I was surprised how quickly the nozzle of the dryer blew away the wetness I felt something positioned behind me and I was made to squat two of the nurses holding my arms supporting, and controlling me. I felt gloved hands around my bottom. The plug was pulled, and I released at once into the bed pan that was under me.

I sighed in relief at that respite, but then I was shoved down again and flipped over my sore legs pulled up and open. My pussy still pink and sore from the smacking I had received earlier. Two nurses held me while two others worked as a team one slid a fresh bed pan under my vagina, the other pushed a large nozzle with a plunger into me roughly. I bit my lip and tried not to scream. Another nurse held both my arms above my head. The nozzle inside me began to squirt and I felt a hot liquid enter my sore an battered vagina. I whimpered and wailed wishing I had a gag to bite, but the part of my mind not consumed by pain realised that not having a gag was part of the treatment. They had taken away anything of comfort anything to lessen my suffering. The burning liquid dripped from my vagina into the pan as it cleaned me out. I was left in a sobbing heap on the table. A new nozzle replaced the first, this one didn't burn at least, but it hurt all the same they used ice cold water to clean out my battered pussy. I was begging them to stop.

“Please please I’ll be good I wailed.” Mercilessly the nurses turned me over and forced my ass up by pushing my knees under me. My ankles were now strapped to the bed and my arms strapped in front of me.

“No no no” I begged. I saw one of the nurses holding the leather strap. Oh I knew this would hurt my ass was already sore from the earlier beating I had received.

“Please no.”

SMACK

“AHHHH” I screamed as the stap hit my abused bottom.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

My screaming did nothing to soften the pain as the 25 blows landed in rapid succession leaving my ass redden and bruised. The restraints were released and I was flipped over again, just in time to see a stern woman striding up to me.

“Jane?”

“Yes matron” the nurses replied as I lay dazed and battered on the bed.

“Room three, the rest of you dismissed.” Two nurses in surgical scrubs and hairnets appeared and transferred me to a new gurney. In the moment of respite I saw another girl being rolled in to take my place as other girls were rolled ahead of me, while the operating room I could see was being cleaned, its victim already removed. This factory never seemed to stop.

Under the bright surgical lights I went dazed and exhausted from my birthing, and processing. I didn't resit as my legs were raised and put in the stirrups, surgical lights focused on my breast and my pubic area, I moaned softly as they bustled around me placing leads on me, and I listened to the beep beep beep of the machines. I was so tired, the preop was clearly meant to humiliate, and debase me but also to weaken me so I offered less resistance. I registered the surgeons coming in and looming over me, I felt the metallic probes begin to enter my abused vagina. I knew their would be no anaesthetic. I cried as they probed and poked me. The operation did not take very long, they inserted a subdermal sheath into my vagina, I felt the electrical pulses begin to poke me as it tighten my muscles. They also did things to my cervix, and clit. I am not sure what despite the pain or maybe because of it I was lapsing in and out of consciousness. Was my operation short, or did it last longer…I don't know…they put a mask over my face and the gas seemed to further dull my mind. I accepted I was property meat on the slab to these women who owned me. Slowly as the masked figures continued to loom over me my sight faded and blackness enveloped me.

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I woke up sore, and in pain strapped to the bed again. But this time it was a private room. As I blinked my eyes opened I was surprised to see the Dame, smiling over me as Dr Hong walked her through paperwork.

“Jane will be fit to breed again in four months” She said “The delivery, although difficult, did minimal damage, we have corrected surgically and Jane will be fit for sexual use at once.

The Dame smiled, letting her hand run over my naked belly. I looked down to see I looked freshly washed, my mouth felt dry and I was still groggy. Nurses moved around me, removing my catheter and IV, getting me ready for release from this hell.

“Wonderful, she will be the main attraction at my villa tonight.” The Dame said looking at me wickly

“I trust we will see you there doctor?” the Dame asked

“Oh indeed I am overdue to inspect your stable and I would not miss one of your social events.” Dr Hong said

“Wonderful.” the Dame said

Two nurses entered with a large black trunk on wheels, I knew exactly what it was.

“No Mistress…please” I grasped forgetting my training in fear and disorientation

“You are right they do get surly after the first breeding.” the Dame said before smacking me in the face SMACK.

“You know the rules Jane, when you go to the country you go as carry on.”

I cried and nodded as the nurses began to unstrap me from the bed before moving me into the trunk. I climbed in then went to my knees in the soft foam pulling my legs up to my chest. The side of the trunk had several breathing holes and a sign which read. LIVE ANIMAL. My hands were secured in front of me with cuffs and my ankles cuffed together. Naked and shivering. I saw the Dame and Dr Hong looking down wickedly as the trunk closed, plunging me back into blackness.