Chapter 9
"Oh no! Oh, nooooo!" Tanya cried, curling her fingers and clawing at the soft leather sofa cushion. She pressed her tits against the front edge of the couch, laying her forehead on the cushion and sucking in lungfuls of air.
What horrible thing had happened? Could she really go this far? Was it possible for a woman to actually do this, to actually get fucked by an animal?
Tanya expected the sky to fall. Surely God would send bolts of lighting through the ceiling, striking them all dead! Tanya remembered her mother telling her stories about Sodom. This had to be just as bad.
And yet, nothing awful happened. Behind her she could hear the animal's heavy, irregular panting. Sylvia was saying something to one of the orderlies. No, everything was calm as usual. Everything, that is, except the sickening fact that her cunt was being speared by a Doberman's cock!
The big animal crawled up farther onto her body, sliding his powerful forelegs up to her tits, curling them around her ribcage while moving his hind legs around. Tanya felt his big head slide up between her jutting shoulder blades, flattening out just below her neck. Her flesh tickled under King's short-furred black coat.
"Noooo!" she whispered, feeling his cock slide from his body against her legs. She was trembling with a wild kind of anticipation. Tanya couldn't figure out whether she was getting actually excited about what was to happen, or whether terror had made her mind so numb that revulsion was driven from it.
"Let him fuck you, Tanya. Let the animal do what he wants. Relax. Relax and enjoy the sensation of his cock sliding into you."
Relax, relax, the blonde teen repeated mentally to herself. Sylvia's words burned into her confused brain. Yes, this was the only gentle thing in the sanitarium. As perverted as it was, this act of bestiality was at least honest. King had no intention of hurting or humiliating her. All he wanted was to get rid of the itchy ache throbbing in his long, knobby boner. "Fuck, fuck!"
Tanya was babbling, throwing her ass around. Was she urging the dog on? Was her cunt actually burning with lust again, or was she losing her mind?
The young woman couldn't think straight. Blinding lights popped in front of her eyes while even the most simple thoughts became disconnected. Behind her, she felt that long, slick cock crawling farther up her inner thighs, inching toward her furry little cunthole.
Was this wrong? Of course, others would say so. Probably in the privacy of her cell, Tanya would judge her own actions harshly. But right now the young woman couldn't think of an act more natural, more satisfying than what was happening now.
Any flash of fear and shame quickly evaporated under the animal's caress. She felt the tip of that knobby barb slip past her outer labes.
This was it! The act had actually begun! Tanya sucked in another breath, closing her eyes and feeling her sensitive flesh break out into goosepimples. Her chest tightened while her throat went as dry as cotton.
It felt as if lightning had split open her head and seared the young woman's body. Tanya cried out, turning her head around and laying one cheek on the cool leather sofa cushion as King began his fucking. "Ohhhhh!"
More of his knobby boner slipped into her pussy mouth. The bumps were having an added effect on the blonde teenager. This must be what a French tickler feels like, Tanya thought to herself as King's dick pushed her itchy cuntal walls apart and formed them into a broad tunnel. Each little knob seemed to find a sensitive nerve ending and stimulate it, making her hot pussy squeeze out more juice.
"She enjoys it now," Sylvia commented, one eyebrow rising high on her forehead. It was the only outward sign she gave of having reached orgasm. Once more the doctor pulled her hand from between her legs, wiping it against the front of her dress while watching Tanya's ultimate degradation.
The teenager's body was barely visible. It looked as if she was being devoured by a black bear. Her white, shivering legs could be seen just under King's furry black ones while her arms moved languidly over the sofa cushions. The Doberman's thick-muscled hindquarters were starting to move up and down, a sign the animal had begun his fucking in earnest.
"Uh, uh!" Tanya cried with each forward thrust. What a strange feeling! The animal's cock was reaming her out, sliding in and out faster and faster until she was grunting with the pounding force of his fucking. Gradually the bumps on his knob were exciting her clit, making her snatch tremble and actually start to grasp at the animal's prick.
No, it wasn't as exciting as a man's cock fucking her. King was moving too quickly and his cock, though large, wasn't nearly the size that seemed to turn the young woman's cunt on. Still the young woman was fascinated with her reaction to the dog's fucking. Her pussy was growing hot, tight, wet. Who knows what would happen if King would keep this up for a while? But something told the blonde teen he'd finish soon.
"OHHHHHH!"
King was trying to work the fat bump in front of his cockroot into her pussy. He growled, his claws scratching her flesh while his head pressed down harder against the back of her neck. His body trembled, the growl increasing in intensity as he shoved down and forward.
"NO!"
Instinctively, Tanya tightened her cuntal muscles, preventing him from slipping his dick any farther up her snatch. What that pressure did was to hurry the animal along toward his orgasm. King barked, relaxed his grip somewhat and started his fucking all over again.
Tanya groaned low and closed her eyes as the Doberman's long red dick shaft became coated with her thick cuntal cream. His furry balls bobbed and swung against the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. The young girl felt her pussy muscles contract and grab at the gouging doggie prick.
Tanya felt her big ass muscles cramp up. The sensitive places between her fingers and toes started to itch. Yes, she was growing excited with each passing second. Oh, God, excited by this dog, this . . . animal!
But was it any worse than what had happened to her earlier? Rape? Whips? Enemas? What was worse than all those thrown together?
King whined loudly, his hips flailing against her thighs. The girl's body rocked against the sofa, her tits jiggling with the animal's powerful fucking blows. King's pointed ears were flattened back against his big head while his black nostrils quivered with excitement. The short fur around his neck bristled, while his dark brown eyes rolled around in his head.
The room was filled with the squishy, sucking noise of his cock plowing through her tumid pussymeat. Tanya thought the sound reminded her of a pole going in and out of a pool of soft mud. The blonde teenager clawed at the leather with her fingernails, trying to rip the material as the big Doberman went into his final round of fucking. His pointed cockhead plowed through the folds of her snatch, tickling the nerve endings there, making the young woman cry out with unspeakable delight.
Yes, yes! the awful thing that it was, Tanya was starting to pant as hard as the beast covering her! She was backing against the big dog, wagging her butt the way he was wagging his stubby tail. She was enjoying this, loving this filthy, unnatural act!
"OHHH!"
King stopped his fucking suddenly, hugging her lithe body hard while letting out a steady low growl from his throat. Then the girl felt something scalding the walls of her cunt. Yes, he was cumming, shooting his load of doggie spunk and dumping it into her snatch! She squealed and grunted as the hot, sticky streams sprayed into her hole, quickly filling up the tight cunt channel and spilling out onto her thighs. Tanya gritted her teeth together, shuddering and gasping as King unloaded more of the white sticky jism from his furry balls.
He came quickly, holding onto Tanya for as long as it took to cum. Then, shuddering, the big Doberman backed off the crouched young teenager, dropping to the floor and trotting to one side of Sylvia Barringer's desk. There he curled up and licked the tip of his shrinking dick.
"Take her back to her room after you clean her up. She'll see the pictures in a few hours," Sylvia said dryly.
The orderlies scooped the still groaning teenager from the floor and half-carried her from the room.
Tanya still didn't remember what had happened to her, from that point on to the following morning. Had the men raped her once more? She doubted it.
Vaguely, the girl remembered them talking about what kind of filthy slut she was, letting that dog fuck her. They shoved her in a shower and let the hot water wash off the fur from her flesh, and the cum from out of her snatch. She was exhausted, confused, and defeated. Tanya was good for nothing else except sleep.
And sleep she did. Once in her cell and thrown onto her bed, naked, the young woman crawled under the thin cotton topsheet and slept the sleep of the dead. Her dreams were clouded with horrible, erotic visions of men chasing her with long, knobby animal cocks. And behind them all, Sylvia Barringer, with her dark red, juicy cunt, fingering herself, waiting for Tanya to be destroyed by these spectres of lust.
In the morning, she awoke with a start. In front of her was a small movie screen. A projector had been set up. Sylvia was there. But oh, what a change there had been! The older woman was ready for play, it seemed. Those high leather boots rising just beyond her knees were drawn on, while the harness that wrapped around her arms and waist made her large tits bulge out even farther from her chest.
"Now you'll see what kind of filth you are," Sylvia said as Tanya rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Before the girl could comment, the projector whirred on.
In spite of the morning light barely filtering in through the barred window high above, Tanya could easily make out herself crouched in front of the sofa. Chills ran up and down her spine as she watched the image of the Doberman crawl up her body, tighten around her sides, and finally- "NO!"
Tanya covered her eyes, twisting her head away in shame.
"Watch it, you bitch! Watch it and realize what kind of slut you are!" Sylvia barked, tearing the young teenager's hands from her face and forcing Tanya to sit through the entire documentary of her perversion. "Oh, noooo!"
"Yes, Tanya, yes. You did it," Sylvia said as the film ended. The older woman swapped reels on the projector and rewound the film. "And just to make sure this lesson has sunk in, we're going to watch it one more time."
"Oh, no! Please, I know, I KNOW!" the blonde teenager said, tears streaming down her face. Sylvia had been right the day before. Now, guilt and shame crashed down on her. She had seen her face bloated with unnatural lust! How obscene, how incredibly filthy and sickening that act had appeared on film.
Tanya couldn't believe the growling blonde on the screen had been her, hours earlier. It was apparent she'd enjoyed herself. And how awful it looked, that big black Doberman covering her with his furry body while pile-driving his cock in and out of her snatch!
She shivered, rubbing her palms up and down over her forearms. Tanya felt her belly turn over. If she had to watch that awful scene over again, the girl was sure she'd vomit!
"Watch!"
Tanya sat through the next showing, sobbing quietly as once more the image of her body being raped by that large Doberman appeared on the screen. Yes, she was a slut, something she already knew, but refused to admit.
Turning toward Sylvia, the young woman wondered why the doctor was dressed in that bizarre outfit. It was the same one she'd worn the first day Tanya came in and was forced to submit to the beer enema.
"There. Now you know what kind of a slut you are. Whether you freely admit it to yourself or not, the proof is there on film," Sylvia said, pointing to the reels. "The moment you admit to it, we can start on your cure."
Tanya collapsed into horrible, hysterical sobbing. Yes, yes, it was all true. She was a drunk! She was a slut! Her mother had been right to confine her to this horrible place!
"Oh, God! Yes, yes, yes! I'm everything you say I am!" the girl wailed, covering her face after glancing up at Sylvia, and flinging herself on the cot. Her shoulders shook with the force of her crying.
"Yes, yes. You're well on the way," Sylvia murmured after Tanya had calmed down. "But now you must get on with the second phase of your treatment, full acceptance of your body and what it can do."
The words took some time to sink in. But slowly Tanya stopped her sobbing and pulled her head from her arms.
"Wh-what?" she stammered, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Before, you did what you did simply from a need in your pussy. You didn't understand what was happening, or why. That's the act of a common street slut. You've got to learn how to control and use your body. That's the act of an intelligent woman."
Sylvia pulled the confused young woman up from the cot.
"Come with me and let me show you something," Sylvia said, taking Tanya by the wrist and pulling her gently out of the cell.
The nervous blonde teenager walked quickly behind the doctor, her naked buttocks jiggling with her rapid steps. She wished she had her dress back on. No one was in the hall. Still, the thought of having one of the orderlies coming up on her like that, frightened and embarrassed her.
"Oh, no!" Tanya cried, stopping short of the doorway. She recognized this place. It was the entrance hall to the tower, that place where she'd been brutalized so cruelly before.
"Don't be such a stupid girl. I told you we were beginning the second phase of your treatment. I don't lie, Tanya. Come on," Sylvia coaxed gently, leading the reluctant naked blonde the remaining twenty some feet to the large green metal door.
"What's happening?" Tanya whispered as she stepped into the large cement-walled room.
A young brunette was hanging like a piece of beef from a crossbar suspended by chains from the ceiling. Her tits rolled against her chin while her long, dark brown hair brushed over the cement floor. Two older women Tanya had never seen before were standing in front of the terrified young woman, calling her horrible names, telling her that she was a disgrace to her family and her friends.
It had been the same treatment she'd received several weeks earlier. Tanya hid behind the doctor. To the right, she recognized Sam and Mike with the other orderly. Sylvia had called out the troops for this girl!
"This is Marcie Williams. Maybe you've heard of the name before. The Williams family owns most of the movie industry in Los Angeles. Marcie here," Sylvia said, her tone changing to a motherly one, "was running dope in and out of her high school. A real China Clipper, this one. Her parents could do nothing with her, and sent her here. You see, we do get problem children at this institution. Not everyone is as cooperative as you, my dear."
Tanya felt a chilling kind of empathy spring up suddenly between her and the others. It suddenly occurred to her that they were looking at her as if she was one of the staff. In a matter of minutes, she'd changed roles, it appeared, from that of victim to tormentor.
She looked at the young woman hanging in that grotesque position and felt a thrill of power, mixed with lust.
Now Tanya could understand the erotic pleasure of having another human being at your mercy. Moving behind a table, Tanya slid her hands down to her bare crotch and peeled her swelling outer labes apart, sticking her forefinger into her hot little hole and working it around while Sylvia sauntered up to the helpless brunette.
At the snap of her fingers, Sylvia produced from the orderlies two small brightly colored cylinders. Dangling from the ends were wicks. What were they? Candles? No, they were far too thin to be candles. And scrawled across the faded shafts were some kind of strange Oriental characters. Oh, God, they were fire crackers!
"NOOOOO!"
Marcie recognized what they were at the same time Tanya did. Her eyes widened, her body trembling and straining at the bonds. She beat at the hard cold floor with her fists. Tanya drew her hands to her mouth and watched in disbelief. They were going to tear the brunette's cunt to pieces with those terrible explosives!
"Oh, yes, Marcie, yes," Sylvia hissed, examining the small firecrackers. She held them close to the girl's face, rolling them around in her fingers.
Tanya glanced down and saw that the harness straps pressing against the girl's bloated cuntlips were glistening with her hot pussy oil. And strangely enough, the blonde teen realized that she too was growing excited over the prospect of this coming torture.
Without saying another word, Sylvia brutally jammed one firecracker in Marcie's clenched pussy. Tanya felt her cunt spasm as she watched the second one being jammed into the girl's shitter.
"Now we'll see just how good you are at taking this kind of punishment! God only knows the kind of horror you visited on innocent children when you pushed your filthy drugs on them," Sylvia said, her voice darkening as she lit the fuses with a lighter.
Tanya held her breath, moving her fingers around in her hole. She could feel her snatch clamping down on her hand, felt hot juices wetting down her wrist. The fuses were slow-burning. Sylvia had given the girl plenty of time to think about what was happening. But Marcie didn't appear to be repentant. She glanced up, her face a mask of horror as the fuses burned ever closer to the firecrackers.
The flickering flames were rapidly approaching the firecrackers now. Tanya watched as the heat spread across the screaming brunette's lower ass slope and singed Marcie's pussy lips. The brunette's legs trembled and pulled at the cross bar, making the chain supporting it rattle. There was little she could do except pray, and someone like Marcie Williams had long since passed the concept of prayer.
There was a second's hesitation when it appeared as if the twin firecrackers might sputter out. Then the powder ignited and the explosives detonated.
Tanya flinched, watching Marcie twist and scream in front of her. She was sure thousands of needles had ripped the girl's pussy and ass. Marcie screamed loudly, then sank unconscious in her bonds.
"You're a fortunate girl, Tanya. That might have happened to you if you hadn't seen your ways."
The blonde shivered, watching as the orderlies lowered the unconscious brunette to the floor. Yes, it was fortunate indeed. But what was next? When could she get out of this place?