Chapter 5
Several days had passed since the young blonde teenager had seen anyone. She sat in the small four-by-eight room, curled up like a kitten on her tiny cot, staring at the bleached white concrete wall in front of her.
Occasionally the sounds of shuffling feet outside her door filtered through the slot. Then there were the scraping sounds of her metal food tray slipping through the opening at the bottom of the door.
Occasionally Tanya also heard someone cry out.
Another one of Sylvia's victims? But the cries were quickly stifled.
At these times Tanya thought of her mother, of Jack, of her small bed at home and how safe and warm she'd be in it right now, if her mother hadn't consigned her to this crazy place!
It was at times like these the young woman laid her head on her knees and sobbed quietly with despair.
"Ohhhh," the girl cried, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Why didn't someone come and speak to her? She wasn't some horrible leper! Rushing suddenly to the door, Tanya pounded on the green metal with both fists. "Dammit! Let me go! Oh, God, let me go!"
The girl kept hammering away at the metal door until her fists throbbed with pain. With a sob of despair, Tanya sank to the floor, her terror choked off by her cries. Then the blonde teenager heard familiar footsteps ... the footsteps of Sylvia Barringer.
Tanya grabbed at her throat, scooting away from the door, regretting she had said or done anything.
"So, you're getting out of hand again? The few days we put you in solitary haven't helped?" Sylvia asked, having opened the large door to stand in the entrance way.
Tanya shook her head from side to side slowly, her heart beating so hard that she was sure the doctor could hear it. Sylvia was still wearing her civilian clothes. That large metal key ring hung temptingly from the woman's white leather belt.
If only she could get her hands on it, figure out which one was the key to the front door, she could get out of this hideous mental horror show before it destroyed her!
"I'm sorry. It's just that"
"It's just that you're a spoiled little brat, used to having her own way," Syliva interrupted, her voice hardening.
Tanya flinched, certain something was up. She saw the doctor's blue eyes narrowing as a crooked smile crossed her face. Behind Sylvia, the blonde teen spotted two husky male orderlies standing silently, waiting for Dr. Barringer's orders.
Yes, they'd come for her. What would it be this time? Another enema show? Whips?
The girl rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms, wondering how leather would feel slicing into her sensitive white flesh.
"This is a fake! You're a fake!" Tanya dared to scream out.
She realized at once that it was an error to have spoken that way to Sylvia. She saw the older woman stiffen, the crooked smile quickly disappearing from her lips. The doctor's face seemed to turn dark as she stepped into the tiny cell.
For her smart assed remark, the young woman received a sharp, brutal slap across her face. Tanya screamed, her head snapping to the left as the girl sprawled sideways on the floor. Sylvia moved forward quickly, shoving one foot into Tanya's side, jerking it up, then kicking down once more, hard.
"Unnnghh!" Tanya grunted, feeling the air being knocked out of her lungs. The sharp jolt of pain made her gasp.
"Slut, little, stupid slut, to think you could have successfully escaped from here!"
"I'll get away from here! I swear it, I will!" Tanya moaned, holding the injured side of her body.
Sylvia dug the tip of her boot into the girl's belly and slowly moved it up and down. "You stupid little girl. You've been used to having everything your way. Now that you've got to buckle down and straighten yourself out, you can't! That's why your mother sent you here."
Tanya heard the words and kept shaking her head. No, they weren't true! She wasn't that kind of girl! Her mother was wrong to have sent her here, to have thought that she was that kind of woman!
"I'm not, I'm not that kind of . . . ohhh, that's more like you!" the girl cried defiantly.
Sylvia sucked in a deep breath, looking down hard at the blonde teen. Then a small smile crossed her lips. "So, even my little talk hasn't helped here." She paused for a moment to think, then turned around. "Sam, Mike, take Tanya back to the tower."
The blonde let out a yelp as both orderlies walked into her room and scooped her up from the floor as if she was a mere feather. Back to the tower? Memories of the stock, of the beer enema, of Sylvia's hot cunt moving across her face, flashed across her mind.
"No', NO!" the blonde teen screamed, struggling in the strong men's hands as they dragged her from the room and pulled her down the hall. From behind several doors Tanya could hear other women moaning. Had they just returned from that hideous room? Would she be grunting and groaning as they were now, when Sylvia and her friends were through with her?
Tanya finally calmed down, and realized that there was little she could do to prevent the inevitable. The inevitable was Sylvia and her twisted mind doing whatever she pleased to her!
"Oh, God! God!" Tanya cried, biting her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans. She didn't want Sylvia to enjoy this any more than possible. Looking around, the young woman recognized some of the passageways they were walking down. She remembered her feelings of several days ago, a time when she was relatively free.
"Back, aren't we?" Sylvia said as the orderlies shoved the young woman in the large torture room.
Tanya jerked her head around, looking for that familiar barrel. It was gone, although the cabinets and trunk holding the doctor's toys were still around.
"What are you going to do to me?" the blonde teen asked nervously.
"A phrase your mother used several days ago caught my attention. She said you were 'going to the dogs'," Sylvia said, her smile broadening.
At the same time, she gave a silent signal to one of the orderlies. He marched smartly across the floor behind Tanya, moving to a dark wooden door.
"I think your punishment for having tried to get away and for this afternoon should reflect your mother's concern," Sylvia added.
Tanya didn't like the way Sylvia was smiling at her. It reminded her of a cat's grin just before pouncing on a helpless mouse. Going to the dogs? What was so special about that stupid, trite expression? Hundreds of people used it, but she felt certain Sylvia had found a new, horrible definition in it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of barking. The young woman wheeled around and saw a large black Doberman pinscher advancing toward her. The orderly had admitted the muscular animal from the door to the right.
"OH!" Tanya cried, backing away and covering her tits and throat with her arms and hands. The blonde teenager had an innate terror of animals, especially large, killer dogs, like Dobermans. Tanya felt her heart skip a beat while her scalp crinkled with fear. What was Sylvia going to do? Feed her to this beast?
"I see you're not too friendly with animals. Too bad," Sylvia continued, her smile broadening.
One of the orderlies closed the door, then joined his partner by the entranceway. Both of them stood at attention, their eyes only occasionally shifting to look over at Tanya. In the distance the young woman could hear men and women screaming.
This was a hell-hole, all right, a place where Sylvia brought her patients and beat them.
"Please, get him out of here, please!" Tanya begged, her eyes widening as the Doberman started circling her like a vulture would its prey.
"Oh, no, that's quite impossible. You see, we brought him here for the next phase of your treatment."
"Next phase?" She couldn't believe the words. How was this animal going to fit in?
"Of course. You've got to realize you're nothing but a piece of shit, before we can start rebuilding you into the kind of fine, upstanding woman your mother feels you can be."
Tanya wasn't paying attention to Sylvia anymore. She was turning around slowly, still hugging her body as the animal circled her. His pointed ears were pinned back as his stubby black tail wagged slowly. She watched as his powerful, muscular sides moved in and out, and as his nostrils quivered with excitement.
He was picking up her scent, smelling her! Somehow that thought excited the young woman.
"You're growing interested in our friend? His name's King . . . appropriate, I think, when you take a look at what hangs between his hindquarters."
Tanya's eyes dropped, and she moved back. She saw what the doctor was talking about. Dangling like a tree trunk was a large, funnel shaped object. At the tip she could see something dark red, poking teasingly out of the furry sheath. It was his cock! Why would Sylvia make mention of something so revolting as that? Unless, of course, she had plans for her . . . revolting plans!
"OHH!" The young woman shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her forearms.
"Already that excited, are you?" Sylvia said cynically, snapping her fingers.
The animal's ears pricked up. He jerked his handsome large head around and stared at Sylvia. Letting out a low growl, King turned back to Tanya and started advancing toward her.
"No, no! Take him away!" the girl cried, backing up.
She saw his black, rubbery lips peel back, revealing a double set of white criss-crossed fangs. A shiver went up her back, and made her flesh crawl. Then the animal made a strange, muted growling noise in his throat and darted forward, shoving his nose right between her legs.
"Bad dog! No!" the young woman cried, bringing her open hand downward.
But the big dog ducked away, twisting around and barking threateningly at her. Tanya shrank away, hiding the offending hand between her body and upper arm.
The blonde teen looked around for help. But, of course, there was none. Sylvia had seated herself on a stool, folding her arms loosely across her tits and watching while the orderlies stood at the entranceway. The only change in them had been a noticeable tenting in the crotches of their pants. The men, while appearing disinterested in the proceedings, were obviously excited about what they knew was going to happen to her.
"Go on! Pet him, Tanya," Sylvia said with a grin.
"No, no!" the girl whined.
She turned and started running. Oh, she didn't care where! The young woman felt terror settle over her confused brain. The screaming Tanya was halfway across the room when King was between her legs once more, jumping up and shoving his nose against the underside of her cuntal mound. Tanya screamed, stumbling and nearly falling to the floor. She regained her balance and wheeled around, crouching down and facing the growling animal.
"Get away! GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!" the young woman screamed.
But the Doberman only barked, moving behind her and pushing his head under her coarse woolen dress once more.
"Ohhhh!"
Tanya became oddly giddy and weak when she felt his cold nose pressing against the soft flesh of her legs. The terror was still there. But now, something strange, something oddly reminiscent of sexual lust, shot through her loins.
"Oh, God, please don't!" the girl moaned, falling to her knees. The animal seemed to be all around her now, lapping at her face, her exposed throat, her hands, her legs. She could hear Sylvia laughing in the background. Oh, what was happening to her? Why was she responding so powerfully to this dumb animal?
"Go on, honey. Enjoy it, enjoy it. It's the only thing you're good for, remember?"
The words bit into Tanya's pride. Now she realized what they had in store for her. The young woman had heard dirty jokes about women and animals . . . how old ladies liked to go down on their poodles, and how housewives lay in bed while their husbands were at work so the family pet could lick them off. Now she was going to be the butt of a similar joke!
"No, it's wrong, it's-"
King knocked her down, then braced his paws on her exposed thighs while he nuzzled first one cuntlip, then another. Tanya screamed, twisting her head around, trying to find some spot where she could run. But there was nothing, only Sylvia and the two orderlies calmly watching her degradation.
"No, noooooo," Tanya moaned brokenly. Her cunt ached from the tension of the past few days. It was the tension of fear, the tension of sexual desire awakened in her earlier by Jack.
King growled with excitement, moving his head back and forth, rubbing his furry head against her inner thighs. Ohhh, she'd been completely exposed to this beast! He was going to touch her with his filthy tongue, maybe even do something much worse!
"Good for dogs. Good for them," Sylvia whispered. Her face was twitching while her eyes widened with excitement. The older woman darted a quick glance at the orderlies. Then, when she was certain that they were more interested in Tanya than she, she slipped one hand between her legs and started rubbing her bloated pussylips together. "OHHHHH!"
Tanya tried to ignore the feeling of the dog's tongue pressed against her cunt. But nothing could make her ignore that warm, wet sensation of one rough surface rubbing against another.
"No. Bad dog, no," she whispered.
But now, Tanya wasn't sure if she wanted the big Doberman to leave or not. He was the only thing around here recently that had treated her halfway decently. King saw her defenses weakening and pushed forward.
Tanya once more swore she wasn't going to let herself get laid by a dog. No, she'd rather have him tear out her throat than have to face herself with the awful knowledge of having submitted to this kind of sexual perversion.
"Yes, yes!" Sylvia hissed, watching the young blonde's gradual and steady submission to the animal. The doctor moved her fingers steadily over her own plump cuntlips, working them together, milking the creamy foam out from the depths of her snatch, sticking one, then two fingers into her tight hole while watching Tanya twist under the Doberman's licking.
"Ohhhh!"
Tanya couldn't believe what she was doing. Already she was moving her thighs suggestively back and forth, squeezing her plump ass cheeks together and hunching her drooling pussy up to the animal. And now she was working her dress up past her waist, until she had it wrapped like a rope up above her big tits. The girl could feel the cool air in the dungeon brushing against her full tits.
Yes, she was trying to make herself naked for the Doberman, embracing him like a lover!
"Slut, slut," Sylvia murmured, her eyes glowing with an unnatural fire.
"Mmmmmmm!" Tanya responded hotly. When she rocked her thighs, the buttery heat spread across her pussy. The young woman could feel her frothy juices ooze from her slit, dotting the blonde tight curls of her snatch with that hot dew.
Her breathing had become shallow and uneven. Working her ass more frantically back and forth, she tossed her head around on the floor.
Now the young woman knew what she wanted the animal to do to her. But could she allow such an awful thing? Could she ever look at herself in the mirror again without wanting to end her life?
"No, noooooo."
Tanya sat up. She was dizzy, drunk with a terrible, sick lust. She felt her knees trembling, felt the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed to the big, growling animal. A glance forward told her that King was sexually aroused. His red, knobby dick had slipped past the furry sheath between his hind legs. He rolled his large, dark-brown eyes up and stared at her, then moved back down to her pussy.
Tanya's shoulders shivered, and she fell back onto the floor. The animal stuck his nose at her hot cunt once more. He was wiggling his strong body back and forth as he stood above her.
Tanya felt petrified. The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach turn over with fear and revulsion. But now she wasn't striking at him, or screaming at the animal.
"Ohhhh! Oh, my God!"
It was unreal! It was as if she was living through a nightmare. She was actually opening her cunt to him! King saw her growing excitement and started to go wild. His broad pink tongue slopped over her inner thighs. Each lick brought more juice from her pussy.'
It was a wonderful, lovely kind of friction. She heard her cuntlips unstick and peel back as her knees sagged apart. King moved forward and started dragging his tongue over her outer labes, wetting down the young girl's cuntal hairs with his spit.
"Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
Tanya rolled her head from side to side. She felt him nuzzling his black snout between her puffy cuntlips almost tenderly. In a flash of realization, the blonde teen sensed that the animal was actually tasting and smelling her! Tanya dragged her bare feet over the floor, rubbing her legs against the Doberman's furry sides.
Yes, yes! She wanted to be ravaged by this dog, licked off by him, maybe even-no, no, that was too dark, too perverted! This was enough, more than enough for that sick woman and her orderlies!
"Mmmmm!"
Tanya couldn't help acting like a whore. Gently, his long, pink tongue lapped around her inner cuntlips, then slid up to her clit. The young woman almost screamed as the tongue worked over her tiny sex spindle.
King was resting on his belly now between her spread thighs. Tanya could feel his hot, ragged breath tickling the sensitive flesh just below her cuntal hairs. He kept licking, the sounds of his tongue slathering over her pussy driving the girl insane.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned over and over.
Tanya didn't care what was happening to her anymore. She felt the animal lying between her shivering white legs, felt the hunger growing wildly between her thighs. Oh, God, she wanted this dog now, wanted him as if he was human Well, he was human, compared to the animals on two legs prowling this prison!
As King licked more furiously, Tanya let her inhibitions drop. This wonderful animal would be the best thing that happened to her in days!