Yo the sow six

slavemiki trotted down the sidewalk on her way to work. She was a part time illustrator, and was considered to be very good. She also considered herself to be an Oriental sex slave. She was very skinny, with big brown nipples on her chest, and long black hair. Her Master was a man known only a "C." He was a very good Master, but he had an overload of work. This meant he couldn't give slavemiki the attention he normally did. slavemiki wore a tight black skirt, black coat, and a tight starched white blouse. As ordered, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her stiff clothing scratched her nipples and skin. Her bare legs, without any pantyhose, seemed to shout, "Here I am! I'm Master C's sexslave!" The finishing touch was the tight black dog collar her Master had personally buckled around slender throat. It was black with silver studs. She was his bitch and his slave. 

slavemiki noticed when the open sidewalk she trotted along became a tunnel. Big tractor-trailers parked next to the curb here, blocking any view of the street. slavemiki felt like she had just stepped in a dark alley.Nobody at all could be seen in the street, and in the heart of the city, slavemiki felt alone. 

The van parked ahead of her was very plain and drab, a dull white with emblems on the door torn off and not replaced. The driver glanced in his rear view mirror, identifying his catch at once. He casually got up from his seat and stepped into the rear of the van. He slid the door open. It opened quietly, very well greased. Slavemiki was just walking alongside. She hesitated, not yet alert to her danger. The huge hand darted out, clamped across the girls face. She inhaled,, but couldn't breathe. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she was yanked off the street, the van door closing silently. slavemikis eye's widened in fear as the big man casually slapped a chemically soaked rag across her face. The fumes rushed into her body, and she slumped unconscious to the dirty floor. The speciman had been tracked and captured. 

slavemiki woke up slowly, sick from the chemical fumes. She was lying naked on the floor, tightly tied. Rope bound her ankles, then ran to her knees. She had been bent and her wrists had been tied to her knees. She wasn't gagged or blindfolded. She started to breathe quickly, squirming in her bonds. After a few minutes she calmed down. Her Master wouldn't have done this, would he? She was his slave, after all. 

slavemiki heard the footsteps as the man walked into the room, silently looking down at his naked victim. He wore a black shirt and black cargo pants. His cold brown eyes scanned her body casually, like he was looking over a piece of furniture. He knelt, and casually pulled a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket. He put them on before touching her. Slavemiki gasped as he touched her large nipples. He stretched and pulled at them, almost as if he was milking her flat chest. 

He then untied her, and she laid helplessly on the floor. That was what slaves did, and miki was a slave. He spread her legs wide, and examined her vulva, carefully looking at her clitoris, and pulling open her tight wet lips. She moaned as his big hand pushed inside of her, his gloved forefinger touching the tight lips of her womb. He poked at it gentle, then pulled out his hand. Slavemiki's hand made a soft popping sound as it was released. 

He stood up, grabbing her by her long black hair and pulling her roughly to her feet. He grabbed her, holding her by her neck and cunt. slavemiki gasped in fear, crying and whimpering as he held her wiggling body against him and walked down the hallway.

"Oh, please, don't hurt me! I'm just a sex slave! My Master will let you fuck me anyway you like. All you have to do is ask! I'm just his slut!"

Ignoring the terrified girl, he stepped into a large, dark room. Faint light flashed off the stainless steel table in its center. He dropped her roughly on it's cold metal surface. Turning on floodlights that lit up the table, slavemiki saw him put on a long plastic apron and a plastic facemask. He was prepped for surgery or an inspection. He pulled out the stirrups that rested on the side of the table and pulled slavemiki's legs up and out, strapping them in tight. He then pulled straps across the table, buckling them tightly across her chest and hips. Her wrists were then buckled tightly, leaving the skinny Asian girl helpless and very exposed.

slavemiki shuddered as he pulled up a bench between her widely spread legs, examining the little slavegirls vagina and anus. She grunted as he pulled her slit open, his big finger probing deeply inside of her sex. Had her Master done this? slavemiki felt so stupid and helpless as she was examined and probed. Then her captor stood and looked down at her. 

"Have you ever been bred and littered? You have my permission to speak, beast."

"No, no, I've had lot's of sex, but, but I've never had a baby, even for Master."

"You are not a slave now. You are worse. You are a beast, a horny little animal. You won't have a baby, you will have a litter, squirming ugly little animals sucking the milk out of your tiny little teats. You are not a woman, or even a slave girl. You are going to become the same animal you see hung up and butchered in a shop. You are my lab specimen, and I am going to make you the animal you've alway's been."

The man stretched and laughed. 

"I've got some things to get ready now. No one will hear you scream in here. You have been soldto me, by the Master who's brand is on your rump. I won't tell you what I'm going to do to you, you little beast, but I'm going to do great things for Science!"