One minute she was having a drink in her favorite bar and the next she was waking up nude on a table with a gag in her mouth. The wire that held the ball-gag in her mouth seemed to be fastened to the table on which she was lying. She could see that she was in some kind of cubicle. She was chilly. Her nipples were erect. Two women entered her cubicle.
"Here is our newest acquisition."
"Not bad....a little old maybe."
"Her name is Laurie. She's 25. Not all that old."
"Could be a breeder."
"Yes, perhaps. Her vagina shows extensive use but she evidently has never been pregnant. Probably been using some kind of birth control. No pills, condoms or anything like that in her purse. They're probably at home. We'll find out."
She leaned down and sniffed Laurie's pubic area.
"Smells clean."
The other woman did the same.
"Ummm, smells good."
"Yes, she'll bring a nice price with a pussy like that."
"I like that blonde muff. It's thin enough so the customer can see what she's got."
"She'll make someone a good pet for years to come."
"And after those years, what will become of her?"
"Depends on her owner. If he or she has grown attached to her, she may be allowed to remain as just a pet."
"Has she got her new number?"
"I don't know. Let's see."
They each grasped a leg and forced it back to Laurie's chest. Laurie struggled but the wire holding her gag hurt and she let them bend her lower body up.
They peered into her crotch.
"Yes, there it is number 2454."
"That's such a clever place to put it...between the asshole and the vagina."
"My idea."
"Is that how many there have been?"
"At this center only. You'll note the green ink. They're color coded. That way we can keep track."
"Are there males, too?"
"A few, they're of limited value. We use them for stud and just to keep the females contented."
"What's next for Laurie here?"
"We have a fenced in field out back. There's a little stream where they can urinate and defecate. There's usually one male for 7 or 8 females. We have to determine if she's fertile before we let him have intercourse with her. The guards will keep him off her."
"Poor girl."
"Oh it's not so bad. The current male isn't much."
Laurie's head was reeling from what she had just learned. Years, they had said. Her heart fell. She was to be someone's pet. The thought both depressed and excited her.
She urgently had to pee when they finally let her out into the field. The stream was there as they had said. She hoped one of the women would use it so she could see the procedure. There were six other women, all in their late teens or twenties, she guessed. The lone male was sporting a semi-erection. When he saw Laurie he grasped it and came toward her. Even erect as it now became it was not very large. She looked for the guards. There were two of them, a man and a woman. They were armed with what looked like stun-guns. One of those applied to his scrotum would take care of his erection. She tried to avoid him and headed toward the stream. He came up beside her.
"Have to pee?"
She ignored him.
"Don't mind me. I'll just watch."
"Leave me alone, please."
"If you're gonna take a dump, let me know. I don't like watchin that."
"Yes, I have to defecate."
He made a face and started away.
"You'll need the cleanup girl...Millie."
She straddled the stream, standing precariously on two rocks. A blonde with big boobs, wide hips and a very prominent ass came over.
"Are you Millie?"
"Yes."
"I just said that to get rid of him. I'm just going to pee."
Millie stood there holding a rag.
"Well let it fly. I have to clean you anyway."
"I can do it."
