Well Heeled

Amy awoke on top of her mat, curled up in the fetal position. The female slaves had been led into a long low room, warm with the heated lamps in the ceiling, where a series of mats had been lain on the ground. Each woman proceeded to crawl or lay onto one before passing out, welcoming the chance for rest before whatever else the day had in store for them. Amy assumed it had been a few hours, but she couldn't tell. She hadn't seen the sun since she'd been locked in her cage for travel and she had now idea how long that or her processing had taken.

She wasn't the only one awake either. A few other women were shifting about, stretching arms and legs as they awoke. Amy took the opportunity to stretch herself out on her mat, which was clean and free of any stains of any kind. A first for Amy in this life.

Moments later, a door in the corner slid open and a woman and a man in the handler's uniforms walked in, clipboard in had.

"First one is 3326" said the woman. The man walked along the row, reading the numbers on collars before grabbing the leash of a brunette with medium sized, tear drop shaped tits and large brown nipples. He led her out into the hallway before returning.

"1114" was called, and the man selected a flat chested blonde. "4500" a dark skinned Arabian looking woman with pert, pink nipples. "0045" a dark skinned woman with no hair and small nipples the same color as her skin.

"4298" and the man came, checked the collar around Amy's neck and pulled her leash. Amy got up quickly and trotted behind him, he was moving quickly out the door and into the hallway. There, she was handed off to another many who led her down the hallway, her bare feet padding along the cold tile. There were no windows in the walls to either sides of her, just sliding doors every couple dozen feet. Some were labelled "Male" and other's "Female," obviously denoting their contents.

Finally, the man pushed Amy though a curtain, turned, and went back to the holding area. Amy felt soft, scratchy carpet under her feet as she looked around her. The four slaves who had been called before her were standing in a row, in front of another curtain. Each woman had on tall heels with bright red bottoms and nothing else, their bodies unadorned. Quietly, an arm reached through the curtain the first cow that had been chosen was standing in front of, grabbed her leash, and pulled her through.

In moments, Amy had been weighed, and measured against her folder by an old woman, stooped with age in a grey smock before being handed a pair of heels and told to put them on. Amy bent and slid into the heels, unused to the feeling after so many months of being bare footed. She wobbles slightly as she took tentative steps towards the line until she stood being the Arabian. Amy's leash dangled down, between her breasts and rested against her now-hairless sex as she waited to see what was behind the curtain.

Moments late the arm grabbed the leash of the blonde and she disappeared through the curtain.