As a slave you want routine. Routine is good, it is safe, there is nothing unexpected. My pregnancy progressed. I watched the nurses change the cards in our hallway. 3 then 4 then 6. My belly grew and my breast swell. Dr Hong delighted me in telling me I had gone up a full cup size. Our days were much the same humiliating and very invasive medical exams, sweaty and demeaning exercise where we would grunt and strain through different yoga poses or bobbed like seals in the pool. We saw the other fitness rooms as well a room lined with treadmills we were made to alternatively walk and run on while heart rate monitors were clamped to our nipples. Another room where we did various strength exercises though we all gained weight from the babies growing in us we remained fit and toned. I would often look down at myself watching how my body changed stroking my tummy. The inspections grew more humiliating and degrading. The doctors enjoyed poking and prodding us, comparing us as if we were livestock. I was made to stand next to several girls as our breasts and bellies were compared. Yes it was awful even the spa grew more and more unbearable. The pregnancy massages and grooming had become molestation sessions as the trainee nurses ran their unwanted hands across my body. Yes it was all awful but it was routine. All the doctors seem to have taken a liking to me. My pussy, ass, and nipples were constantly sore from their attention, but I was still so horny. Masterbating required supervison, but afterwards the nurses would just do a quick exam. Though usually they would give me another orgasm before they finished. I had sex with other girls too but no one was exclusive and we all knew what waited for us after. Avoiding sex wasn't a solution either. One girl who was 3 months behind me, kept refusing. So Dr Hong ordered an intensive round of therapy. She came back to the dorm area crying everyday for a week until she caved in and let other girls have sex with her.

The girls ahead of us went into labour one by one and were carted down the hallway to the delivery room or vanished during their medical checks we all assumed to be induced. The break in routine came at the end of the 6th month. The morning medical that day had started off as normal, but Dr Hong prolonged the songram taking much longer to run the vibrating machine over my expanding belly. Satisfied finally the nurses began to clean me but then I saw one begin to apply the dreaded brown disinfectant to my belly.

Dr Hong's back was to me getting something ready on a try. “Today we will need a genetic sample of your spawn to ensure high quality stock.” Dr Hong said cheerfully. At her words though the nurses' strong hands gripped me. Instinctively I pushed back but they held me firmly. Dr Hong turned and my eyes went wide. She was holding a long syringe needle. I had received injections daily, some in very intimate places, but the needle was truly frightening.

“Now hold still dear.” Dr Hong said

I did as I was told.

“Deep breath.” Dr Hong said

“AhhHHHH!!” I cried as the needle bit my flesh then slid into my swollen belly.

“Hold on, we are extracting now.” Dr Hong said laughing wickedly as the syringe filled. “And there we go.” She pulled the syringe from me. “Now that wasn't so bad was it.” she said, patting my belly. All I could do in reply was whimper.

The rest of the exam proceeded normally, but afterwards I and the rest of the girls in the 6 month group were told to wait in the common room and then we were led back out the main doors. We had seen this happen to the girls before us, but none of them wanted to talk about what happened, and none of us wanted to push. It was better to wait in blissful ignorance than dwell on your fate. We were heard as a group into a room none of us had seen before. It looked like a combination of a dressing room and exam room with four tables running the length and several make-up chairs along the walls each of which had its own counter and mirror, complete with a sick and hair wash basin. The room was full of trainee nurses in their beige uniforms but also the doctors in their white coats. There were about 16 of us in this group now we were each led to either a make up chair or one of the tables. Girls who climbed on the tables immediately began receiving depilation treatments. While the rest of us were set upon by at least three of the trainee nurses. I was placed in the chair and immediately spun around and reclined and I felt the warm water on my scalp as the nurses set to work. I closed my eyes as they shampoo and massaged my hair while listening to the pitiful cries of the girls unfortunate enough to need depilation.

As I lay there I felt hands move over my body. A warm jell was being smeared across it. While another set of hands gently rubbed something on my nipples. My hair was shampooed and rinsed. I was sat back up, but that didn't stop the work. The nurses dodged around each other as I was turned back around to face the mirror. I realised they had lotioned my skin so it shone in the light and rouged my nipples to bring out their pint hue. A nurse set to work on my hair while another worked on my face. My shoulder length hair was fluffed and combed and teased until it stood in a neat and wavy style that framed my face. Makeup was applied until my lips and cheeks and eyes were pronounced and bright. They made me stand and their gloved hands rubbed more lotion down my back across my ass and legs. I watched myself in the mirror and I looked like one of the vanilla magazine models. Only I was completely naked and the makeup and lotion the nurses applied helped to accent my nakedness and draw attention to my swollen breast and pregnant belly. A pit opened in my stomach. I suspected I knew what was happening but I was too scared to say anything. One other girl began to whimper only to be slapped by one of the doctors who then told her loudly.

“You will behave and obey or you will be severely punished.”

We all obeyed of course. The nurses had me stand straight and one bent down with an odd looking airgun and a paper cut out. I felt the cool blowing of air and realised she was spraying a temporary tattoo on my belly directly around my navel. She finished rapidly and I saw the Venus mirror now sprayed on the centre of my belly. Other girls received the same or the Mars shield and spear.

“Line up girls.” Doctor Hong said in her characteristically cheerfully cruel voice. “It's time for the party.”

We fell into line two by two Venus mirrors in one Mars shield and spear in the other. It was roughly even as far as I could tell. We were completely naked having never had our robes returned to us all made up and our bodies lotioned and glistening under the lights.

We were led down a short corridor and blinked as we entered a new room. This room was completely different from any other we had seen in the facility. It was a vast room with plush red carpets, black marble walls and gilded golden columns running up to an ornate ceiling. There were tall false-windows that were actually ceiling high mirrors. It looked very much like the interior of a royal palace. Arranged around the room were buffet tables covered with all kinds of expensive delicacies and interspaced evenly were pedestals about three feet high, each one flanked by a broad low bed or couch, and a large video screen that stood on a raised mount to bring it to eye level.

“Right dears.” Dr Hong said, clapping her hands together to get our attention. “Each of you is to climb on a pedestal and begin making the slave display positions your handlers will tell you where to start in the order. You will progress to the next every two minutes the clock behind you will turn green when it's time to change. You are not to dismount unless ordered by a member of staff or your owner. You will be obedient and submissive in all things and shall not embarrass me. Am I understood?”

“Yes Doctor.” We chouresed together.

Nurses in their beige scrubs fanned out and took us in different directions. I was led to a pedestal near the centre of the room and a number tag was tied to my wrist. No 11 it read. The nurses helped me climb onto the pedestal by the couch.

“You begin with position three.” she said.

The slave presentation position was well known by all of us. There were 12 in total each meant to maximise the view and access of our anatomy. I assumed number three kneeling my legs apart, my arms on my knees open. Around the room the other girls also assumed various positions, standing feet apart arms behind head position 1, on your knees hands behind head legs together number 5, on all fours number 11. With our number tags, our ear tags, makeup and pregnant bodies we looked like a collection of perverse living statues. I saw the doors open and people begin to enter.

The nurses and doctors had disappeared but maids and serving boys trooped in. They each wore outfits meant to expose and draw attention to their sex. Female maids in short frilly black and white skirts with white collars completely topless and pantless also barefoot. Serving boys in suspenders with bow ties and assless and crotchless chaps their genitals hanging out and taunt asses exposed as were their oiled chest. The servants came in with food trays and bottles of alcohol and positioned themselves around the room then the main doors opened. The doms had arrived. I recognized Dame Olivia at once with Helen right next to her, but they were accompanied by a crowd of other men and women all dressed in the finest outfits. They spilled into the room as the video screens next to our pedestals went live and the large video monitor that had been behind us lit up. The small screens showed our photos front, back and side completely naked and a complex list of statistics and other information. On the large board were only our faces and numbers, along with a money symbol that currently had a set of numbers next to it mine was 100,000. It was an auction I realised and the slaves in our bellies were what was for sale.

The doms filled into the hall and soon the room began to buzz with lively conversation. Old friends catching up.

‘Philip how are things?’

‘Stocks are up.’

“I just got a new boy but I am thinking of gelding him.’

Conversations like this flowed around us. I kept an eye on the clock and changed positions as I had been told as the minutes ticked by. Dame Olivia was soon near me, a glass of wine in hand. She was joined by Dr Hong who had changed from her doctor's garb into a simple blue evening dress that accented her assets well.

“She is looking in very fine form Hong.”

“Thank you Dame, care to inspect your property?”

“Why that would be delightful.” the Dame said

“Jane dismount and heel up.” Dr Hong commanded sternly.

I bowed my head and did as I was told. The pedestal was big enough for a girl to position herself on all fours so I had no trouble getting down onto the couch. Once there I crawled on all fours to the centre of it and heeled up as I had been told to do. My legs apart and knees bent my body upright, my hands behind my back.

“Oh my Hong her tits have really improved.” The Dame said, setting her glass down. “And the belly is magnificent.” The Dame ran her hands over my breast and across my belly then down between my legs where I was growing wet.

“An ideal specimen.” Dr Hong said with a smile

“Indeed” said a new voice. A woman walked over stern and older, probably late 30s tall with brunette hair and a tight muscular.

“Jania,” the Dame said, extending her hand which Jania took and kissed before pulling the Dame into an embrace. “How are things?” the Dame said

“Oh I prosper Olivia, in fact I am looking to improve my stable and I had heard about your new one.” Jania said, placing her hand on my head and running it down my back.

“She is impressive, but I was distressed to see her next three breeding sessions were locked up.” Jania said “I would love to let Brutus cover her.”

“Oh I am sure that pairing would make a fine fold, but really Daniel has wonderful genes, and he and Jane are so fond of each other.” Olivia replied

My heart went cold at the mention of Daniel's name but I dare not speak, I dare not do anything.

“Where are you keeping him then perhaps I should give him a once over. Especially if I am going to invest in the bloodline.” Jania replied

“He is at my West Country estate. It was Hong's recommendation.” Oliva said

“Yes I think males are best kept in more simple accommodations when being studded.” Dr Hong said. “Oliva’s stable mistress Kandi is so natural with the boys too.” Dr Hing said

“So you think he's a good breeder?” Jania asked

“Well it's bad luck to speak until we have the results,” Hong said, patting my belly “But as you can see Jane is progressing nicely. Once we have a product we will be able to set a price on Daniel and Janes future coverings.” Dr Hing said

“Oh but you will keep them paired?” Jania asked

“It depends on a lot of factors. I find these couplings produce strong results but I did have one pair that tried to run, sadly I had to neuter both of them.” Hong said

Jania looked me over her mouth, seeming to water.

“Well hopefully you won't have to fix this one, she looks delicious. Let me see here.” She said placing her hand on the small of my back and pushing me forward so I was on all fours.

I felt her two fingers tease my pussy lips before pushing their way in.

“Oh Oliva she is very wet.” Jania said laughing

Other doms perhaps a dozen had already begun to gather but as I was forced on all fours, several other hands began to feel me Mistresses and Masters hefting my breast poking my belly or letting their hands penetrated my pussy and then I winced as two fingers entered my ass. One mistress took my face in her hands and tilted it up telling me to open my mouth. I did as I was told. She began checking my teeth, and pulled my tongue moving it from side to side.

“How is this one in bed?” One master I could not see as he was behind me asked. He pushed his fingers into my pussy.

“Well perhaps you would like to sample.” Dame Oliva said “It's 25,000 for male doms and 50,000 for females.”

“Oh Olivia, why so expensive?” Jania cried

“Because women are so much harder to please and it's not like one of the boys here can get her pregnant.” Dame Oliva replied

That was met with laughter and I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

“25,000 it is then.” Said the man behind me. I felt his weight as he climbed on the couch meekly. I shifted my position lowering my head and widening my knees pushing my ass out to greet him. I twitched it side to side earning a new peel of laughter from the crowd.

“She is an eager one.”

“Such good behaviour”

“How is she, Stan?”

I felt his cock enter me slowly but not for my comfort rather he seemed to be testing my pussy checking its feel. He was big too and it had been so long since I had been with a man. I grasped the fabric of the couch as he slid further in.

“Oh very nice, rather like a velvet glove. Dear doctor Hong what have you rated her at?” the man Stan I suppose was his name said.

“She is a 9 in sexual performance, we have been having a very good time watching her go through the other girls in the ward.” Hong said her hands running down my back

“Oh this I must see, Stan mind sharing?” Jania said, putting down her clutch bag on a tray held by one of the maids and climbing on the couch positioning herself gracefully in front of me and opening her legs to reveal her pussy.

“Help yourself.” Stan said as he began to move, grunting a bit.

Jania took my head and plunged it into her pussy. I knew what she wanted without being told I also knew performing well would raise the price and that would earn me better treatment from Dame Olivia and Doctor Hong. So I put all my energy into it running my tongue over her moist lips and sucking her clit. I was rewarded with a “Oh my and ahhhh” all the while I pushed back on Stan increasing the rate of his thrust but also extracting more pleasure from it. He to grunted and huffed. Several of the Dames and Doms surrounding us commented and applauded. I ignored it and kept up a rhythm my tongue aggressively seeking to push Jania to orgasm while I felt Stans cock pounding my pussy rythmiclly. Before to long I felt Stan pull out then the tell tale warmth of his cum spreading across my back. I felt a slap sting my ass.

“Good show girlie.” He cried happily

Jania took longer but her legs wrapped around my head and pulled me into her before she let out a moan. By then another Dom had replaced Stan, but as Jania dismounted I was rolled over so the dom could fuck me while watching my tits and belly bounce.

I was not the only one in this state. Oh no this was a Dom party every slave in the room would have their orifices violated this evening. I could see Dame Olivia ridding a serving boy on a near by couch while the pregnant girl on it licked his balls and tongued Olivas ass. Dr Hong was fully naked and had a serving girl bent over a horderves table while she fisted the poor thing who had to keep the tray she was holding steady. That was just the people I recognised almost everyone was fucking sucking or feeling. Those who were resting conversed while half naked slaves massaging their feet or orally stimulating them. It wasn't just sex either. After my fifth fucking I was put back in all fours and felt my ass being stung with a crop.

“Ahhh” I cried in pain but I remained still. It wasn't the start of a flogging, rather it was just more Doms testing the merchandise. Many of them temporarily satiated from fucking began to smack, pinch and tweek the slaves in some cases to test our pain tolerance in other cases just for pure sadistic fun.

I put my head down as the slapping continued, but then it subsided and I dared to peak up. Dame Oliva was striding over her dress now more of a sash, her firm and large breast hanging out.

“Oh Jane look at you,” She said laughing “You are completely soaked with cum and jizzyour hair is a wreck.” She had been drinking I nodded at her admonishment

“You always were a hungry whore, but I knew you would be worth it. Look.” She took my head and pointed my chin up. My eyes went wide as I saw the board. The 100,000 next to me had changed. Now it said 950,000 then 975,000 then 1 million.

“And 3 2 1” Oliva said a buzzer sounded and the board now read all bids final.

“Congratulations Jania, I am sure that Jane’s foal will make a ideal salve for you.” Dame Oliva said to Lady Jania who came over also naked her slim muscular figure contrasting the Dames fuller one.

“Indeed and if I am satisfied we will discuss breeding rights after her next three?”

“Done” Dame Oliva said, “But I should ensure she doesn't get too pleased with herself.” the Dame said.

She slapped my ass hard causing me to cry out. Jania put down her drink and came over behind me. She slapped the other cheek. They alternated back and forth until my bottom was bright red. I bit the couch fabric to keep from crying too much but in the end my bottom was red and sore as I sobbed uncontrollably. Jania pushed me and I rolled to my back.

“Present yourself cunt.” She said

I did as I was told, my arms pulling my legs apart. Jania placed her hand on my belly.

“All mine now," she said laughing.

The auction went on for a lot longer and by the time it ended and we were led back to our ward we were all covered in fluids, our make-up smeared and hair dishevelled. The nurses hosed and scrubbed us in a shower room, using a special soap to remove our temporary tattoos and then we were led straight to the spa where the trainee nurses took their usual delight in tormenting us as they cleaned us up. No one talked about what had happened there was nothing to say.

The days wore on and became weeks. I tried not to think about what would happen when I finally went into labour. I tried to forget Lady Jania’s sneering delight at buying the baby inside of me, but it was hard to ignore that as each day passed more of the girls I had seen ahead of me or who had come in with me were carted away or did not come back from their medical exams. The anxiety grew and grew but the more it did the harder I pressed it down. I was in my 9th month now and I knew it could be any day but still I tried to pretend that it would be alright. I wouldn't be scared to be strapped to the gurney and rolled through those double doors to the unseen delivery rooms beyond. I was wrong of course and when it became time I was still surprised and I was terrified. I knew something was up that morning. Dr Hong had a glint in her eye as she did my daily exam. Throughout the day the staff seemed to be watching me closer than usual but I pretended not to notice. Then when it came time for my evening exam the nurse told me 'Room 32' the room at the far end of the medical hallway I walked there trying in vain to cover myself with my by now much to small robe when I turned to corner I saw into the room it was different rather than the expected gyno or surgical table there was a small dais illuminated by surgical lights. Dr Hong and six other doctors stood there in their white coats and long yellow gloves but I saw no mask or hair nets except for a team of four nurses who hovered in one corner. "Ah" Dr Hong said "Jane disrobe"

I clutched the robe for a minute but my obedience was almost instinctive. I let the robe fall to the floor but I put one arm across my breast covering myself and another across my belly, my hand shielding my sex protectively guarding my belly. Even after all this time I retained a certain amount of shyness and felt my cheeks flush as the cold air pricked my exposed skin.

"Come in dear, don't be shy, let us see you." Dr Hong said smiling

I did as I was told though every nerve was frayed and deep inside me a voice was screaming to run. I stood up on the daises bringing my belly closer to eye level to the doctors. They surrounded me gently, pulling my hands to my side. I tried to remain calm trying not to panic as I felt their hands move around me. They were very interested in my belly measuring it probing it but I also felt gloved fingers probing my hairless pussy and my clit. I tried to remain still. I was a good girl, I told myself. I felt the measuring tape tighten around my belly. The doctors all spoke to each other in medical jargon. I didn't understand what they said but they sounded pleased. I sensed the nurses near me and I heard something being rolled behind me.

"Well Jane it's time." Dr Hong said smiling "Take her to delivery"

I screamed I couldn't stop myself, everything that had been building up inside of me these last nine months went off all at once, but they were ready. Strong gloved hands seized me and forced me from the dais. The straps wrapped around my ankles and wrist like snakes tightening themselves like steel. I was possessed, struggling and screaming. The doctors laughed and the nurses smiled condescendingly from behind their masks. "Silly girl, the first one is always hard but soon you will grow used to it."

The gurney began to move I tried to kick and struggle but my legs were lashed apart while my arms were tied to the sides I couldn't even see over my swollen belly as they rolled me into the hall all I saw was the lights on the ceiling that suddenly changed to darker more sinister ones as we rolled through the double doors and I heard them close behind me.

I was whimpering crying "No no no no no" I moaned as they rolled me through the hall then I felt it as we turned into a new room I frantically looked around. It was so much like the exam rooms but different, darker and colder with more chrome and metal surfaces. I saw they were rolling me to a surgical table with its stirrups and as I was forcefully transferred to it. I was writhing struggling but the strong gloved hands held me down. The latex felt like snakes slithering across my skin dry and smooth. They strapped me to the table, my arms pulled out and restrained above my head, my legs spread wide in the stirrups and strapped down. A restraint was placed across my forehead and a bit was forced into my mouth. I tried to keep my mouth shut but gloved hands pinched my nose shut until I gasped for breath and the bit was forced in. All of it was so sterile I could barely see the people doing this to me. They were just gowned, masked and gloved figures illuminated against the lights. I felt completely exposed. The cold hair hardened my nipples even as the staff began to place monitors across my body, especially my chest and belly. I screamed in complete and utter despair and the figures moving around me didn't even seem to care except for the smiles I was sure hid behind their mask.

I shivered as the tears ran down my cheeks. Not for the first time I was feeling how the completely hairless state of my body below my neck increased the sensation of my body every chill every touch was magnified. I felt the cold of the jelly, they began to smear across my belly, their gloved hands moving in slow practice motions. Through the light I could see the gloved hands of the doctors rubbing lube onto a long dildo. I recognized the vaginal sonogram and tried to shake my head but I couldn't move it. I couldn't move at all the restraints held me down so I tried to squeeze my eyes shut as if that would alter reality and free me from this hell. Closing my eyes was a mistake as it only heightened my other sense the smell of the sonogram jelly, the sensation as the vibrating wand was placed on swollen belly, the cold touch of the gloved hands manipulating my vagina and the sensation of myself growing wet, and the baby she was kicking. I cried out as I opened my eyes but that was a mistake as it let me see the doctors moving the sonogram over my belly and preparing to insert the other one into me. I screamed in absolute despair into the gag as they put the other sonogram into my vagina and I felt the familiar sensation of its vibrating probe sliding into me.

The doctors spoke to one another but never to me. I remembered, in what felt like a lifetime ago seeing a vanilla birth on a television show, the woman being soothed by her partner and gently cared for by the doctors and nurses. Some part of me had hoped some comfort would wait for me in the delivery room but there was none. I was meat on the slab here to deliver the Mistress Jania’s new property.

The doctors commented on how the baby was in a good position to induce, with strong vital signs. One began making careful marks on my belly with a marker. The doctors seemed in no rush. I could hear my heart rate slowing on the monitor, the steady beep beep beep as I calmed down a lifetime of conditioning fighting my protective instinct. Even as part of my mind rebelled at what was happening and wanted to flee, another began to accept it. The pulsing of the vaginal sonogram snuck up on me rapidly between dry heaves and sobs. I began to moan my human despair mixing with my animal needs. It was to much I moaned as the orgasm rolled through me.

The doctor handling the songram shared what a good little slut I was and congratulated Dr Hong on such a well trained broodmare.

“Lady Jania will certainly enjoy having her new property when it has ripened.” Dr Hong said with a laugh.

As my ears heard that my orgasm gave way to despair once more and I again screamed into the bit between my teeth but the only reaction was more laughter. I was just a silly little toy to them and they could do to me what they willed.

I saw the device in the doctor's hand and on instinct tried to wrap my restrained arms around my heavy belly but I could not. It looked like a nail gun or piercing gun but with a long wire running from one end. They carefully positioned it over where my belly had been marked. I tried to struggle but the straps and strong hands held me down. One pair of cold gloved hands stretched my skin taut while the gun hovered over it then there was a click and I felt a stab of pain course through me as the needle entered me. Though I was screaming I saw how the doctor, I think it was Dr Carter I couldn't tell behind her mask but I recognized her cold grey eyes, clicked the gun and the wire detached now the needle probe was embedded in my skin the long red wire running to a box that sat on the mobile tray next to the delivery bed. I also saw there were five more wires and five more marks on my belly. Six times they carefully placed the gun over me and six times I screamed in anguish not knowing my pain and terror were just beginning.

When the last needle was in place I saw another doctor fiddling with the box and I felt the electrical pulses in my muscles. The electricity tightened them until it felt like a steel band was wrapping itself around my belly. I screamed in pain and fear tormented by the pain and terrified they were hurting my baby.

The medical staff ignored my screams of course unless it was to chuckle in amusement at my distress and discomfort. Instead they continued to work on me. My mind flashed back to the day of my wedding as I lay on the black altar Daniels body pushing me down his cock thrusting into me as Dame and her friends watched their champagne glasses clinking in toast to the handsome slave couple. Much as they had toasted lady Jania’s purchase of my foul. I had spent the last 9 months poked prodded and tested by the sadistic medical staff in this clinic but none of that had prepared me for the violation I was now experiencing. I was not being given treatment I was being worked on and played with. Cold gloved hands touched me at will needles penetrated my flesh and my sex was splayed open with one hand after another penetrating it in a sadistically clinical manner. My pale skin glistened under the bright lights as my belly convulsed and I watched in horror as the doctors prepared more instruments between my legs. Pain pulled me back to my current torment.

The electrical pulses came and went growing longer and more painful each time causing my belly to tighten painfully. I was being carefully monitored with stethoscopes on my chest, belly and clit, the sonogram vibrating as the doctors closely watched how I was responding. They seemed happy the child was not harmed by the electricity. It seemed the Dame had agreed to allow Dr Hong to test one of her newly devised methods of inducing labour on me. The electrical shocks were causing my body to engage in labour pains and this was pushing me towards actual labour. I bit into the gag in my mouth as another contraction was forced on me and then cried as a needle penetrated my arm and a nurse inserted an IV. Apparently my labour was expected or rather designed to be long and painful and I needed nutrients and fluids to keep me from passing out.

It went on and on and on and on and on a endless cycle of contractions sweat began to drip from every pore of my body. My hairless pussy oozed juices as the doctors continued to probe and check me with sterile gloved hands running over my body. My belly was so taunt and smooth it felt like it would burst open at any moment. I listened to the beeping of the monitors wishing so much for this to be over. I tried to endure the pain but screams welled up in my dry throat every time the electrical nodes pulsed sending my muscles into contractions. Eventually I don't know how long it was. I felt a wetness between my legs. I saw glints of joy in the cold eyes of the medical staff. I knew my water was breaking. I thought again to when Daniel and I had lived together in what seemed like a lifetime ago. I wanted him so badly, I knew he was at the Dames estate, but how I wished he was here. I thought again to those strange medical dramas on the tv in the vanilla world. How the kind and caring medical staff had tried to make the vanilla woman's birth a comfortable experience all being so soothing and encouraging. Her partner by her side. There was none of that to be found here. I knew they would probe me, cut me and do anything they wanted to me to get that baby out of me. As if to prove my point two doctors stepped forward on either side of me and using small scalpels and forceps began to extract the electrical needles from my flesh. It hurt as slaves do not need anaesthetic but that pain was secondary as I felt the labour cramps real ones now. I cringed in discomfort as a gloved hand reached into my pussy and declared my cervix nice and ripe. I didn't recognize the voices or the faces of any of the medical staff. The anonymity made it so much worse.

Oh it hurt it hurt it hurt. I tried to regulate my breathing. I tried to think of happier thoughts but despair and pain consumed me. I felt the hands probing my belly, the constant beep and whir of the machines as I was helplessly suspended in an endless medical hell. Pain was my beginning and my end. It came in wave after wave like a horrible fire digging out my womb. The doctors and nurses loomed over me coldly offering no comfort but their hands always touching me. They rotated who would violate me next, their cold gloved hands sliding into my sore and aching pussy their fingers probing my cervix I knew not for what. It would have been bad enough if their touch was cold and clinical but it wasn't. Their hands lingered on my intimates or glided over my breast and across my cheek. I was their toy and they so loved playing with me "Dr Hong" said the doctor who was violating me "It looks like Jane’s cervix has reached ten centimetres" I sensed Dr Hong flutter next to me her hands gently stroking my cheeks and tracing down my body across my breast. "Well Jane" she said her voice like silk "I think it's time to push"

Tears stung my eyes. I didn't think I would have any left but the fluids they were giving me kept me hydrated. I was too weak to resist. I didn't want her to take my baby but I was such a good slave I wanted to give my mistress what she wanted and I wanted to be free from this hell. Daniel's face came to my mind. I could barely remember what he looked like, but I remembered Dr Hong's face watching as Daniel moved in me as I lay chained on the breeding bed. Her hands touching me every day tracking my progress, examining me, controlling me. It was all for my own good. I nodded and Dr Hong patted my head. "Such a good girl" she said

The machine whined as they raised the stirrups higher, my legs being pulled even further apart. I whimpered even as Dr Hong continued to stroke me. They made no attempt to hide the instruments that clattered onto the tray with the loud banging of metal and chrome. I could not help but look fearfully at those instruments even as my legs felt they were being pulled apart. At last the machine quieted and the lights focused on my pale hairless pussy. I felt even more exposed than I previously had been and then I felt the labour pains again. The doctors seemed to crowd me. A stethoscope was on my chest, another on my belly, another still on my clit. Two sets of hands pushed and prodded my belly while Dr Hong positioned herself between my legs. Even as I exposed myself completely to her, I began to feel calm. This was what I was a breeder. I must have been growing wet because Dr Hong laughed and made a joke about how well lubricated I was. The other doctors laughed and as I felt another labour pain come over me I heard her firm voice "Push"

I pushed, bearing down as hard as I could which only made the pain so much worse. I cried out as I bit into the gag in my mouth, grateful that it was there. Pain overwhelmed me as the contraction persisted. The hands on my belly firmly felt me as my belly tightened. I tried to shut my eyes to the sight of the masked doctors and nurses in scrubs mask and surgical hair nets all leaning over me. Their hands and stethoscopes moving across my body. There were at least nine in total. I felt my blood pressure being checked and opening my eyes saw a doctor at my knee lean over and insert a thermometer into my rectum. They were monitoring me closely, I realised. There was a bit of a relief as the pain subsided but it began to build again. "Push" I heard and I obeyed.

I bore down straining with all my might. As I did so I felt the gloved hands moving around me. My restraints were released for my arms and the boards they had been strapped to were fouled away. The back of the table rose and now supported by a nurse on each side I was pulled into a sitting position. The contraction subsided as I felt a stethoscope on my back. I leaned heavily on the nurses as I caught my breath. I did not for a moment delude myself to think this was a demonstration of fondness for me. The medical staff were positioning me in the best position to birth and their chatter constantly reminded me of that. Several of the doctors discussed how fit and strong I was. I apparently made an ideal addition to Dame Oliva’s breeding stable. The pain began to build again. I felt it biting down, grateful again for the gag. "Push" I was ordered

I pushed and I felt the movement but I had a long way to go. Again and again I was ordered to push again and again I obeyed. Exhausted and overcome with pain I felt the new fluid joining the sweat and tears running down my body. Gloved hands cupped my breast and announced to the room I was lactating.

Again I was ordered "Push".

I obeyed.

“Push.”

I tried so hard.

My legs were unbuckled from the stirrups and lifted by a pair of nurses. The stirrups folded away and I was slid to the very edge of the table, my legs pulled up wide and apart.

"Nearly there prepare the speculum and the forceps Dr Carter if you would encourage things." Dr Hong's tone was level but could not mask her excitement.

Push I was ordered and I did as I did Dr Carter's hands firmly pressed on my belly urging things along. It was complete agony and I writhed within the nurses strong embrace.

Five maybe six perhaps seven times they did this I lost count I wanted it over.

At last I was granted my wish. As I pushed the billed speculum slid into my abused vagina and pulled I was stretched in all directions crying and writing from the pain. Dr Hong spattered in my blood and fluid looked every inch the monster and she was took the forcep and reached into me.

I cried and cried and cried as loud as I could. I pushed as was commanded or at least I thought I did. My cry was joined by another and the pain lessened. My whole body convulsed in exhaustion and I hung limp supported only by the nurses. I didn't want to see it and there at least my wish was granted. I felt pain as the after birth slid out into a waiting bucket but then the speculums eased and the nurses laid me back on the lowering table. As I lay there exhausted and unrestrained they removed my gag and I felt two suction cups on my nipples. I was out of tears but sadness swallowed me as they extracted milk from me for a good few minutes before rolling me onto gunnery and taking me away. I slipped into unconsciousness.