Auction for Breeders

This is a dark work of fiction and I don't condone any of the actions here.

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I came to with a jolt. My head was pounding and mouth felt like sandpaper. Blinking in the darkness, I tried to make out where I was and the last thing I could remember. I groaned as my brain scrambled to piece things together. I tried to lift a hand to rub my eyes - and that's when the panic set in. My arms felt heavy but I couldn't physically move. My wrists were strapped down to some sort of bed. I wriggled, panicking, and realised my ankles were strapped down too. Shit.

The last thing I remember was dancing at Sinners, our town's poor excuse for a nightclub. I'd been there with the girls from work, downing shots and dancing on the poles on a Friday night. Now I was tied down in a dark room in god knows where, at the mercy of some fucking psycho. Fuck fuck fuck.

I was trying a few breathing exercises to calm my heart rate, when the lights suddenly flickered on and I was blinded by bright fluorescent strip lights. Blinking the stars out of my eyes, I squinted around the room as things started to come into focus. It looked like I was in a clinic of some sort. There were instruments laid out on a table nearby and a sink, a shower, and a toilet next to a curtain. Large industrial waste bins sat next to the doors. The whole space was overwhelmingly white and my eyes stung with the effort to take it all in.

As I tried to work out how I might escape, the double doors at the end of the sterile white room swung open and a man in a lab coat appeared.

"Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?" he said, as if he were my family doctor and I'd just popped in for a check up.

"Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, my voice rasping due to my dry throat.

"I'm the doctor," was all he replied. "I'm here to run some tests so we know how to price you for the auction."

"The auction? What auction?"

He didn't reply. Instead he picked up a chart and made his way over to me on the bed. At this point I looked down and realised I was wearing one of those thin hospital gowns, done up at the front. Without a word, he started untying the knots and within 30 seconds, I was naked on the table in front of him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I demanded, shifting as if I could cover up my sudden nudity despite being strapped down.

"I told you, I'm here to run some tests. How many sexual partners have you had?" he asked.

"That is none of your business!"

He sighed and his expression hardened. "You will find this a lot easier if you cooperate and relax, lot number 45. You are not going anywhere, there is no chance of escape, and if you don't take part in these tests, I will have no choice but to hurt you. Do you understand?"

I shook my head. "I don't understand a fucking thing about what's going on here!" I yelled.

He blinked at me in irritation and then got up and moved to a covered tray near the table. I craned my neck to see what he was picking up. He carried a large plastic tube over to me and lay it on my naked stomach.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No..."

"It's a feeding tube. It goes in through your nose and down into your stomach. If you don't cooperate with me, I will put this down into your belly and you will consume nothing but litres of milk and honey until your insides feel like they're going to explode. I will force so much into your body that you'll wish you were dying. You will swell up like you're 9 months pregnant. And then you will have days of feeling like hell while it works its way through your system. Is that what you want?"

"No! Please no!"

"Good. Then as you were. How many sexual partners have you had?"

"Three."

"Have you had vaginal, anal, and oral sex?"

I died a little inside as I answered: "Errr vaginal and oral."

"Ever been pregnant?"

"No, I have an IUD."

"Ok, we can sort that out. And have you ever taken anything larger than a penis inside your vagina?"

"What?! No."

"Ok, lot 45. Now we will move onto the examinations."

My body tensed. What the fuck was going on here and why was he calling me lot 45?

He moved back to the tray of instruments and snapped on some latex gloves. Returning to my side, he felt my pulse at my wrist for 30 seconds then wrote something on my chart. After that, he cupped my breasts, weighing them in his palms and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I gasped at the contact and my breathing hitched as I felt my nipples tighten into little buds. Tiny traitors. I stared up at the doctor who seemed entirely unaffected as he continued to stimulate my nipples, tugging and stretching them until they hurt. Tears sprang to my eyes and I screwed them shut.

Moments later, there was ripping sound as he uncuffed my left ankle from its restraint, repositioning it in some stirrups that he'd pulled up from under the bed. He did the same with my right ankle and I started to panic even more. Seconds later, he folded down the lower part of the bed so that I was there, fully naked and exposed right in front of him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of crying so I bit my lip and trying to steady my breathing as he pulled out more equipment. I'd had fantasies about being at someone's mercy for as long as I could remember but the reality was cold and terrifying. Was I being punished for my fucked up kinks?

"First, I need to ensure that you are fully cleaned out. The buyers like to test their purchases straight away and we can't risk any contamination if they decide to take your ass first. Have you ever had an enema before?"

"What? No. What buyers?" I replied.

He ignored me and busied himself at the sink, filling up a giant silicone bag with water and squirting something in the top. Below the bag there was a long tube with a nozzle at the bottom. The bag must have held three litres and I could see soap foaming at the top as he stirred the liquid.

"The buyers at the auction. You are lot 45. We've had a lot of interest in finding a new blonde with breeding potential. So I imagine you'll be sold off quickly once we've got your tests completed."

I thought I might be sick. I was to be sold? As a slave? For breeding?? What the fuck!

The doctor returned and hung the bag up on a hook above me. A few seconds later, I felt a cold finger trip probing my back entrance, and I jerked as his lubed up glove touched my most private place. Seconds later, he inserted the tube and flicked a switch. Instantly my belly started to inflate and I had the strangest feeling of fullness as water sloshed inside my body at high pressure. I felt utterly humiliated as the enema began and three litres of water were forced into my body. I looked so swollen as my body fought the foreign intrusion.

The cramping and the urge to go to the toilet came instantly. The panic must have showed in my face as he looked down at me and said sternly, "you have to hold the first one inside you for ten minutes so the soap can do its thing. The second one will just be water. And the third one should run clear." He then leaned over and began to aggressively massage my swollen belly as the cramps kicked up a notch and my heart beat a wild rhythm of shame.

After ten minutes, he brought a bucket to the bed and instructed me to let go. My humiliation was endless as water and my own waste poured out of me. Minutes later, the tube was put back in and another three litres of water were pumped back into me. By the third rinse, my body felt weak but the doctor was satisfied that my ass was clean.

"Next up, I will check your vagina and your cervix using a speculum. We need to make sure you're good breeding stock."

I squeezed my eyes shut and sure enough, the hard metal sides of a speculum suddenly pushed into my pussy, causing me to cry out. He cranked it open until I could barely cope with the stretch, crying out as a burning pain hit me. He then got so close to my pussy that I could feel his breath on my clit, and my body twitched in confusion at the mix of sensations. He grabbed some pliers and I suddenly felt a sharp tugging as he pulled away my IUD and dangled it up towards the light.

"You will need to work on your elasticity, lot 45. Some of our buyers have a penchant for stretching."

I could have vomited on my mouth.

"Ok, I ran the blood tests while you were unconscious so all that's left is a pelvic exam and the swabs."

He snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and without warning, shoved two fingers violently into my pussy. He worked his fingers in and out, feeling all of my walls and pushed down on my abdomen with his other hand. My breaths became pants. He smirked at me, the first glimpse of the man behind his professional veneer. He pulled his hand out as quickly as he'd thrust it in and without pausing to breath, plunged the same two fingers into my ass. I cried out at the burning intrusion and my humiliation burned as he stretched my tender hole. He twisted and scissored his fingers, making my squirm as I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling. Then I gasped as he removed his fingers and roughly shoved a large black rubber butt plug into my hole.

"Ok, everything seems to be in working order, lot 45. You will be moved to the holding pen shortly and will be on tonight's ballot. Good luck. Based on the buyers on the market, you're going to need it."

And with that, he strolled out of the room and left me wondering what the hell my life was about to become.

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Let me know if you're interested in chapter two!