Pampered for Once

Inside the next room, Amy was greeted with a familiar sight, a row of slaves on tables, bent over at the waist, chained by the neck to the inspection racks. Tits of all shapes and sizes hung down from at least a dozen women of every conceivable hair color as the slaves were processed. What was unfamiliar to Amy however, was the treatment the women were having. More handlers had a foot or a hand in their own hands, filing down nails, cleaning between toes, and otherwise giving to the slaves a treatment that many women in the normal world would pay top dollar for. More handlers cut and shaped their hair, cutting away inches upon inches of hair until it was about shoulder length for each woman; still enough to grab, but not enough to blow around and get dirty as the cows worked.

Amy wondered awe at what was going on. At no point in her nearly eighteen months in slavery had she ever seen slaves being shown this degree of care. It seemed, despite the chains and the racks, almost normal for the girl who only months ago had been free to do as she pleased.

Opposite the women were a row of what Amy could only assume were studs being worked over in the same manner, cleaned and preened by an small crew of handlers. Amy wondered if she'd been sold to another breeding farm. She recognized many of the instruments and devices, but the room lacked the plain, utilitarian style of the Happy Acres Stud Farm that she'd spent the last year at.

Finally, Amy was brought to an empty table. She quickly mounted the rack where her handler, still the woman that had so expertly shaved her, locker her neck to the forward pole and closed the strap that held her midriff in place over the center bar.

In moments, another woman had one of Amy's legs pulled behind her like a vet would on an actual cow. This woman was cleaning Amy's feet to a level of detail that only an expert could do. Another, began on her right hand, working through the fingers, nails and cuticles until Amy's hands were neat, almost manicured.

Finally, a man in a lab coat walked over and took a clipboard off a hook that hung off the table, in front of Amy. He quickly perused her pedigree file, flipping though several pages before returning it to its place.

The doctor, which is what Amy decided he was since he had a stethoscope around his neck, pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, snapping the rim around his wrist as he finished each one. With practiced ease he opened Amy's mouth, checking each of her teeth, her tongue and her throat before allowing her to close. Satisfied, he moved to her breasts, massaging each one in turn gently with a kneading feeling before pausing to twist each nipple ever so slightly. Amy hadn't been touched in many months, being locked in her belt as she healed, and she elicited a shudder of excitement as the doctor massaged her teats.

Finally, he moved from her chest and ran a hand along her stomach, only recently vacated by its first occupant. Amy heard the click and pop of a tube of something as it was opened and squeezed before being closed again. Suddenly, she felt the pressure of the Doctor's freshly lubed fingers as they worked their way into her cunt, first one, then two until they were buried all the way inside her. Quickly, Amy's vagina adjusted to her first visitors in nearly five months and despite the lube, Amy could feel heat rising in her sex as she leaned back onto the Doctor's arm. She felt as the doctor's fingers probed every inch of her pussy, felt each ridge of her, and lightly felt around her cervix. Satisfied, the man removed his hands, leaving the gaping hole of Amy's pussy to resume its former shape.

Quickly, he moved to her rosebud and began massaging his finger, still lubed from Amy's cunt, into it. With practiced ease, he worked a finger into her ass, feeling around before once more withdrawing. Amy felt the lube drip down her ass and pussy as she heard the doctor strip off his gloves and grab her file. Quickly he signed something and moved on to the next cow, where he repeated the process.

Amy felt empty and horny as hell as she sat in the stall, unattended.