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I would much rather stay, but this visit had been an unadvised indulgence in a packed schedule. I couldn’t stay longer.
“I need to go now, but I will be back soon, my beautiful calf.”
As I was walking away, I heard that bell jiggle as she shook herself in impatient, indignant fury.
“I’m not your animal!” she shouted.
I stopped, looking over my shoulder and smiling at her.
“You are adorable,” I praised. “But youaremine. Celebrate that fact.”
Carter’s visit had swirled my emotions into an overwhelming cocktail. He had been gone for an hour now and part of me furious with him and the other part was ... confused arousal. He’d imprisoned me and humiliated me; even in his kindness, he treated me like an animal (a prize cow he was very proud of owning, but still an animal). Despite that, I couldn’tjustbe angry. His words were full of sincere admiration, praising my body. After all, he didn’thaveto be nice considering he had total control already.
I felt appreciated for what I was. Even if it was by a maniacal sociopath. He made me feel seen and kind of beautiful in a way that was foreign, confusing, and obviously wrong considering he’d been bathing me and had ignored my protests while taking care of me. Seeing his big cock bulging against his pants and his piercing blue eyes did things to me. He inspired thoughts I wasn’t proud of.
My stomach growled, distracting me. The single granola bar hadn’t put a dent in my hunger. I heard boot-clad footsteps and spotted a salmon-colored paint suit even before I saw the two henchmen in white jumpsuits that scored the semi-familiar woman.
“Unlock her,” Susan said.
They did. First, they removed the straps and manacles from the device that kept me locked there and pinned. They guided me to my feet, focused on me like I was an escape risk. I didn’t even try to run. I was barely able to stand. When I did, the guards placed their hands under my shoulders to help me stay up.
“What’s happening? Are you – Are you letting me go?”
“No,” Susan answered, deadpan. “Mr. Hill has ordered you to go get your blood drawn and to get your medical check-up, to see if you can join the other girls at the atrium room.”
“Atrium room?”
Susan didn’t explain anything, merely gestured at the guards to help me walk or prompt me to walk. They had cattle prods in their hands. I wasn’t delusional to the point of thinking I had any chance of beating them in my state. So I didn’t resist. I didn’t want to be shocked. Instead, I followed Susan through the stalls and down a concrete corridor outside them, leading to a double set of doors. We went to a green, polished room that reminded me of an old-fashioned hospital, although without windows. There was some fresh air being pumped through some ventilators, making my nipples immediately stiffen.
“Sit on that chair. Nurse Jackie will take your blood,” Susan informed me.
A woman approached me. As she got closer, I noted more about her. She wore a mask to conceal her face, had a short black bob, and dark eyeliner visible. She was wearing a very short dress that, while colored like the scrubs of a nurse, hadthe cut and the tightness of a body-con dress. I sat in place, just watching her. Jackie said nothing as she began taking my blood.
I winced as the needle pierced me and turned my attention to Susan. “Why is this e-even necessary? Why do you care?”
“Why do we care? Because we want to give everyone in our care the best possible health treatment, diet, etc. Your well-being matters and this is an important step in helping us figure out what you need,” she explained
“If you cared about my well-being, you’d let me go,” I whispered.
Susan didn’t respond to what I said. She simply shrugged. As Jackie pulled the needle out of my arm, she gave me a tall glass of water and a small plastic cup.
“Wh-What’s that for?”
“Urine analysis,” Jackie said.
“You need urine too?”
“And a nose swab, mouth swab, and vaginal swab,” she listed.
“V-vaginal?”
“Very important,” Jackie said, not understanding my shock.
Susan offered no mercy. Since there was no other option, I just submitted. I let them take all the samples they wanted, weigh me, measure me, and weigh my breasts on a very weird scale. I was given a juice box and a cookie for my trouble, and honestly, I was so hungry that I appreciated it. After my tests, I lingered naked under the watchful gaze of the guards for what felt like an hour before Susan came out from the lab with Jackie and signaled the guards to escort me towards the ‘Atrium.’
The Atrium was a strange place; built underground like the rest, the ceiling was covered in ‘windows,’ that let in a lot of sunlight. Not direct sunlight, because the sun was far above us, but instead it bounced off a complicated chain of mirrors and then washed out into the room. The walls were covered in projections of what looked like a stereotypical farm in rural America. Beautiful blue skies and endless fields of gold corn showed around us, complete with movement to mimic wind flowing.
There were picnic tables around the Atrium and dozens of naked women milling around. Some were sitting at tables and chatting. Some were jogging, with their massive tits bouncing up and down, and some were practicing yoga with mats turned to face the fake sun on the wall. I got some very strong ‘cult’ vibes, since they seemed so happy and unbothered. Then I spotted Wren.
