Medical check

Maisie felt Katie's encouraging hand push her forward towards the nurse. Swallowing her fears, the actress took timid steps until she reached the doors, only looking back to watch the redheaded **** gave her a reassuring nod. Her nerves steeled, Maisie walked towards the open door with the nurse and followed her to a room filled with medical equipment, and another nurse.

The other woman looked slightly older than the first, with barely noticeable wrinkles around her eyes, and her latex version of a nurse costume was more intricate. Maisie guessed that she must have been a more experienced nurse, if not an actual physician. The stethoscope around her neck only furthered her suspicions. She was typing a report on a computer when Maisie entered. Gentle swing music was playing on low volume from a speaker.

"382021?" asked the woman with an Irish accent. Maisie remembered that it was her number and answered with a nod. The smile the woman gave her small smile that made the actress relax. "You're new here, right? My name is Claire and I will be doing your medical check and your treatment. It will be fine. What is the name your owner allows you to use?"

"Maisie Wil..." she cleared her throat. "Maisie."

"A pleasure to meet you, **** Maisie. I imagine we will see each other if your clinical appointments take place in England. Could you please take off your dress and heels?"

Maisie did so with little hesitation. The transparent purple dress didn't do anything to cover her body aside from add a slightly purple hue to the skin underneath, but the latex panties and bra were plainly visible. The assistant nurse was there to take the latex garment and her heels. She watched as Claire returned with a medical folder, and Maisie quickly realized that it was her own.

"We're going to do a little medical check. I have your file but the Society expects me to update it with more information."

First, they measure Maisie. She already knew that small-sized at 5'1 but they also measured every part of her body from her hair, teeth, eyesight, arms, waist, bust, hips, legs, and her feet. A lot of what happened next was fairly routine if more intricate, such as her blood pressure and a blood sample. It almost made Maisie believe that she was still a free woman going for a routine appointment, but the latex underwear she still had on brought her back to reality.

Claire stopped taking notes and nodded to her assistant for a box, which she opened to various needles. "We're done with the check up. You're a healthy young ****." She pointed at the needles. "And with these, you'll be even better."

"What are those?" asked Maisie, looking at the syringes with some ****.

"Some enhancements. All slaves get them including myself. It keeps your skin healthy, your body young, even as the years pass by. It's kept me young and hale for sixty years now and will do the same for you."

"Sixty years?!" If the woman was truly a doctor, that meant she must've been in her eighties. She barely looked a day above forty. Memories of Carice came back and how years had been shaven off her looks. This was no joke...

"That's right. A painting, no matter how expensive, will still deteriorate within time unless it's properly maintained and restored. Your owner paid a handsome amount to own you, and will be investing to keep you in good condition," explained Claire

The comparison irked Maisie, no matter how accurate it was. It still horrified her to realize that these people didn't see her as a woman with rights, but as property.

She didn't resist as her arm was subject to various injections. As much as she didn't like them, Maisie doubted they would be used to hurt her. As Claire had said, her captor had paid a large sum of money and harming her would not be productive.

"Last one," said Claire as she pushed the plunger. "This one is for birth control and will last for six months."

Birth control. Suddenly, Maisie remembered that she wasn't just any ****... she was a sex ****. She clenched her womanhood, knowing sooner or later it would be used just as her mouth had been.

The actress watched as Claire grabbed another object that almost looked like a gun. She panicked and stepped away from the item.

"Don't worry," assured the doctor with a sympathetic smile. "This one will hurt a little more than the others, but it will be quick and we will only need to do it once. Please, stay calm and lay face down on the bed."

Maisie wanted to flee, feeling a sense of dread at the sight of the object even though she didn't know its purpose. The assistant nurse seemed to pick up on that and move closer to her just in case. Maisie gathered her nerves and placed her trembling body on the rubber padding of the bed. The barrel of the object pressed against the back of her neck and, with a stab of pain, she felt something being inserted beneath her skin.

"Good girl," comforted Claire with a smile.

"Wh-What did you put in me?" asked Maisie, feeling the pressure at the back of her neck.

Claire picked out what seemed like a sensor and scanned the place where the object was inserted. On the screen attached to the sensor, came a picture of Maisie, the name of her owner, her number, body temperature, and what looked like exact GPS coordinates.

"It's just a little RFID chip. Every **** has one. Just to make sure you don't get lost," explained Claire.

So this was what being chipped meant. Maisie wanted to cry again. Even if she managed to escape from her binds and the latex, she would never be free.