[M4F] Broken and Bred

The water was so hot, almost to the point of being unbearable. That is what stood out in the blur. The intense heat. The rest had been an absolute blur. Hands wielding hygiene implements scrubbing, scrapping, washing, and shaving your body with more concern for thoroughness and precision than for your comfort. When they had finished the same calloused, wide hands that had deposited you in the bath hauled you out.

Once dried, through a process one can only describe as being abrasive, you finally had a chance to rest. Well, that may be a bit of a strong word. You were able to sit down in a chair that wasn't objectively uncomfortable and poked, prodded, and tweezed by just as many hands as before. While these folks were more gentle in their process as was necessary for their precise work, any stray movements, flenches, or blinks were answered with a smart wrap on the back of the hand with some sort of wooden object that seemed to always be within hands reach of the person applying your make-up.

Next came the dressing. While thankfully might not be the right word, it was mercifully simpler than the previous experiences. A simple bralette and a pair of panties that weren't much more than a couple strips of fabric sewn together. Then you were ready or so you were told, to meet the man who would breed you for the rest of your childbearing days. The man who would use you however he pleased, wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased. You took a deep breath as the double doors swing open.