Three months

Amanda had learned to appreciate the mechanical sucking sound that meant the milking machine had been turned on, it meant sweet relief for her sore, swollen breasts. She let out a deep "ahhh..." as the rhythmic sucking sound disappeared around her breasts, coaxing milk from her ever growing chest. She couldn't produce anywhere near the volume that Becca could, but then again she was a much more petite specimen. As she shifted her weight from one knee to the other, her breasts swung lazily, knocking the glass cups over her nipples together. She had been leashed on her hands and knees to a wheel table that had been brought into the breeder's quarters by the visiting doctor whose hand was currently lubing up her pussy. It brought the slaves to a more comfortable level for him to inspect and made it easier on them both. She let out an audible gasp as his finger worked its way inside of her, spreading the lube to the inside of her as well.

"This is your first pregnancy Breeder 1?" He said without emotion. "No prior scares with boyfriends before you decided to become a ****?" He worked a second finger in, widening her hole. "Yes sir, this is my first, m-ugh..." the third finger entered, "first time. I was on birth control off the island sir." Amanda's eyes watered slightly as he worked her hole. When he finally removed his hand her pussy was open and ready, her own lubrication joining that which he added. "Do you know who the father is?" He continued, using the lube on a metal speculum he now held in his gloved hand. "No sir, I don't know who the father is. We were bred by bulls sir...oooh!" She gasped as the cold metal of the speculum pressed against the warm flesh of her pussy. "I see, well your master is a discerning owner so I'm sure we have nothing to worry about from the father. Were you assigned a grade when you were made a breeder?" The speculum was now fully inside of her. "I don't know what you're talking about sir? A grade?" Firmly gripping the handle, the doctor gradually expanded it, stretching Amanda's cunt until it was fully exposed. "Slaves are graded when they are appraised, surely you know that? It's how the value of slaves is tracked across the island according to their use." Amanda groaned slightly as the speculum reached its maximum width, it had been a while since she'd been filled like that. "Well you see sir, I, uh, was never...appraised?"

Proceeding to his work, the doctor spoke while he performed his tasks inside the willing ****, swapping swabs for tubes and other medical looking equipment. "Never appraised huh? I'll say, that's not the norm. It's rare that I do a check up on an un-appraised ****. Did your master smuggle you onto the island to avoid the tax?" Amanda shifted, and her breasts again clinked together. She watched as the little squirts of milk were sucked from her nipples and down the plastic tubing to the machine below. "Um, no sir. I came to the island myself actually." "What for?" "Well....I....I don't actually remember sir, it feels like it's been so long. I don't even remember much of the outside world to be honest." He released the handle of the speculum and allowed it to close before removing it, leaving a trail of lubrication glistening in the ****'s cunt. "Well, how long have you been here with your master?" He replied. The lubricating finger was shifted to her ass and the process repeated with a new speculum. "I'm afraid I, agh! I...don't know that either sir...."

Amanda couldn't see, but behind her, as he worked his fingers into her asshole, the doctor was also looking into her file from the master, complete with the images and information taken from her when she joined the whore house. Her measurements, weight, height, and age were recorded, but not her origins. And the images showed a lack of any marks identifying her as coming from a specific farm or trader. She was a completely blank canvass at 23 years old apparently. Before finishing with her rear, he slipped the muscle relaxing suppository into her and allowed her body to swallow it. In moments Amanda felt a familiar warmth spread from her loins across her body. Finished with her rear, the doctor appeared beside her and gripped one breast firmly in his hand, massaging it as he watched the milk escaped and disappear below the table. Satisfied he dropped the breast just in time for the **** to fall asleep, held up by the restraints that kept her on the table. Returning to her file he added "Grade B Breeder" before closing it. When it came time to leave, Breeder 1 had been properly appraised and marked. She now sported the same silver disk dangling from a piercing in her outer labia that all breeder's sported when not actively being bred. On it was simply the name of her master on one side, her number on the other, and a notch clipped from the outside to indicate the number of times she'd been bred. Her number was repeated in a tattoo behind her ear. Her master's instructions had been to not detract from her appearance.