Doctor's visit

After lunch, the sows begin to cuddle and kiss and fuck once again, but we are interrupted by Amber's arrival. The entire pigsty goes quiet at her sight.

She's accompanied by a gorgeous woman in a white lab coat. A sow next to me whispers "Doctor Emilia! She's so hot!" I can only agree.

"Annie!" Amber shouts. She gets my name right this time, and I can only guess that she must've been looking at my medical records or something like that.

I try to get up, but a sow next to me grab my wrist and pulls me down. "You gotta crawl," she whispers nervously. I nod, silently thanking her for what I assume is a tip on how best to please Amber.

I crawl on my hands and knees, and Amber looks down at me with a smug, satisfied look.

The woman next to her has impeccable makeup, several large tattoos peeking out of her sleeves and up her collar, a long straight black ponytail, and a smooth bronze-hued skin. She is tall and slim, with long delicious legs. She could be a model.

"I love when you girls get new pigs," she says, a wide smile on her lips. She's got a British accent.

"Me too," Amber replies, before shouting, "stirrups!"

Two farmhands come in, wheeling in a large metal contraption with leather rests. I understand pretty quickly what is expected of me.

I get up on the contraption, still naked and with most of my body caked in mud, and I get to look back at the crowd of pigs that are watching me. There's also a farmhand with a camera, of course, to make sure that whatever happens here is caught on tape.

The leather rests are for my legs, lower back, arms and neck. The stirrup feels surprisingly comfortable, even with the cuffs that they clamp onto me to keep me in place.

"At ease," Amber shouts. Instantly, half of the crowd of pigs put their hand against their vulva, masturbating to the sight of my bondage.

The hot doctor comes in front of me and puts on a pair of long latex gloves. "I've read your file, luv. Everything seems to be in order, but we'll still need to run some tests."

"Are those tests just an excuse for you to fondle our livestock?" Amber teased, standing next to me.

"Maaaaybe," the doctor replied. And then she cupped both of my breasts.

The aphrodisiac in the pig slop heightens sensitivity considerably, and the doctor's firm grasp onto my tits feels unbelievably good.

She presses them for a while, moving her fingers around, tweaking my nipples, circling my areolas, poking the soft flesh.

"Healthy udders," she concludes.

Her hands then move down to my vulva. Without warning, she dips her fingers inside me.

She's basically masturbating me, and yet it feel very clinical; probably because of the calm, professional expression on her face, and the nonchalance in her body language and hand movements.

She rubs my clit, pulls my lips, pokes my urethra, fingers my vagina knuckle-deep, all under the watchful eyes of a bunch of horny fat pigs, and some cute farmhands.

She gets out a speculum and a little flashlight. The metal is cold, and her inspection feels almost violating in this setting. I feel myself getting wetter, relishing in this public humiliation.

"Vulva's healthy. Now for her anus..." I clench a little at the mention of my butthole.

She is handed a bottle of lube by one of the farmhands, and she slathers a generous amount of it on my puckered hole.

Without further warning, she shoves two fingers up my shithole.

The porcine crowd watches me getting analyzed, and then my mind can't help but think that all of these girls probably went through the same trial that I did. I wonder; How well did they fare? Did they enjoy the exhibition and humiliation as much as I did? They must have, if they were accepted into the barn and kept as pigs.

"Tell me Piggy, have you ever done anal before?" The doctor doesn't look me in the eyes when she asks the question. She's focused on her work.

"No." I try to sound calm. "I mean, I put a finger in once or twice to try, but nothing more."

"You'll need to go slow on her," she tells Amber. "I know you love to wreck your pigs, but she is quite tight."

"I'll keep that in mind," Amber mutters, sounding a bit dissapointed.

"I'm not saying she'll never fit a horsecock up there, I'm just saying she can't fit one right now. Train her well, and she'll take both your fists and thank you for it." She shift her gaze lower, examining the reddened skin. "The flesh on her arse is bruising quite nicely though, I'm sure she'll be able to take a lot of skin ****."

Amber's face fills with terrifying glee.

On that note, Doctor Emilia pulls her fingers out, gives a few gentle taps on my inner thigh, and then moves to exit the barn.

I'm still in the stirrups, facing the herd of horny sows. And they look hungry.