Failed the Beta Screen Ch. 04

Tim woke up in a cold sweat.

His sleep had been fitful, dreaming of being fucked up his ass and loving it. Dreaming of being a butt slut. He reached a hand between his legs and found the front panel of his satin panties was damp with the precum his limp caged dick had leaked during the night.

He hadn't cum since his initial screening and his arousal was making it difficult to think, but he refused to stuff the vibrator they'd provided up his own ass just to climax.

No, things would be different today. He was ashamed of having dressed in the clothes and sucked the dildos yesterday. He wrote it off to lingering effects of the drugs. Today, he would resist. He would show them that he was not Cindy the beta. He was Tim, the normal if slightly submissive man.

He stripped off the panties and stood defiantly naked (except for the cage locked around his cock of course) in the center of the room.

Before he lost his momentum, he banged loudly on the door.

No one came. He banged again.

Then again.

He was starting to feel discouraged when no one answered the third time. He looked at the little pink phone, considering using it like the nurse had instructed, but he felt it was more difficult to be irate on the phone.

Just then, a slot in the door opened at eye level and Pam called in through it, "Cindy, are you okay?"

"I WANT OUT, PAM!"

"I'll come in and talk with you, but you need to step back from the door and sit down. Are you going to behave or do I need to come back with an orderly?"

He thought about it and took a few steps back, compromising by resting his bare ass on the arm of the couch rather than sitting on the cushion, a sort of half-sitting half-standing position.

Pam came in. "Look at you, Cindy! Naked as a jaybird. Time to get dressed for breakfast. Have you already douched this morning?"

"I'm not doing this anymore, Pam. I want out of here."

Pam blinked back at the beta like she was speaking a foreign language.

Cindy tried to verbalize more concrete demands that the nurse could conceivably meet. "I want this cage taken off. I want some boy- some male clothes. And... and then I want to speak with Dr. V!"

Pam eyed her for another long, awkward moment. "Ok Cindy. We'll see what we can do. Are you sure there's nothing in the closet you'd like to wear?"

"MY NAME IS TIM! AND I AM NOT A BETA!"

Pam held up her hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, I can see you're upset. It's pretty common to have some post-transition anxiety. Is there a particular reason you don't think you're a beta?"

Cindy stammered here. "I.... I just know that I am not. I like women! and... and having erections! This is all wrong." She felt like she was about to cry. Why was she so emotional?

Pam looked at the skinny, naked girl sympathetically. "Ok Cind- um sweetie, I understand. I'm not a doctor, but you know betas don't really fit into the traditional homosexual/heterosexual framework. They are typically attracted to dominance in all forms. And I can also tell you that it's rare, even for our betas, to sissygasm during the screening..." Cindy looked like she was about to blow up again, so Pam raised her hands to placate her, "But I'll talk to Dr. V. It will probably be at least a few hours though. Are you sure you don't want to come down to breakfast first?"

Cindy rolled her eyes angrily. "You mean breakfast that needs to be sucked out of a dildo?"

At this, Pam gave her a pitying look mixed with a little smirk. "Oh! Did you try out your wall trainers last night, sweetie?"

Cindy felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Did the nurse really not know? Was it possible they weren't monitoring him that closely?

Pam didn't make her answer. "No, honey, breakfast is served down in the cafeteria. No sucking required." Cindy gave her a withering look.

"I think it'll do you good to eat something and meet the other girls. C'mon, I'll take you down there." She stepped back out, standing in the open doorway. Cindy felt exposed as anyone passing by could just look in and see her nudity.

"I need some clothes."

"You have a whole closet full."

"I want male clothes."

Pam sighed and looked at her watch. This girl was putting her behind. "We don't have anything besides what's in the closet. Do you want to put something on or did you want to go to the cafeteria naked then?"

"What about those scrubs you're wearing?" Pam looked down at the pink cloth pants and shirt covering her own body.

"Oh, well we can't let patients wear staff uniforms."

In the end, Cindy was forced to make do. She selected the longest skirt in her closet, which came almost to her knees, after putting on some panties, some fuzzy pink slippers, and a blouse from her closet.

Pamela let her down the hallway. She scanned her security card to call the elevator, and they descended together in silence. The doors opened into a modest cafeteria with about five tables and a small serving area. Cindy noticed the two orderlies standing guard and the single exit with a keycard reader whose light was red. There were about a dozen girls eating their breakfasts.

Pam escorted Cindy through the food line and then took her over to a table with four other girls. "Girls, this is Cindy. She just got in last night. Please welcome her." Pam then turned to address Cindy directly. "Cindy, I'll send someone to pick you up in about 20 mins."

Cindy thought about correcting her that her name was actually Tim, but for some reason it seemed like that would be rude. Pam walked away while Cindy was still trying to decide how to respond. She looked at the girls staring back at her and sunk into the open seat.

"Hi Cindy! I'm Winnie! Nice to meet you!" The bubbly blonde with her hair in pigtails had apparently appointed herself chair of the welcome committee.

Cindy's conditioned social response to being introduced to a group of strangers made her smile and say 'Hi!' rather than correct her name to Tim.

Cindy looked over the other girls, noting that three of them had the same skinny build she had. The last girl was at the other end of the spectrum, plump with a generous amount of flesh filling out the bust of her dress. It occurred to Cindy that differences in sex are most concealed in the very thin and the very rotund.

Cindy also thought to herself that she was probably the best looking girl at this table, except for maybe the blue-haired girl. As soon as she had the thought, she worried whether it was 'too beta.'

The blue-haired girl stood up to get some more food. She was dressed in a tight white tank top and fuzzy pink pajama pants with the word 'bitch' emblazoned across her narrow ass in rhinestones.

"Hey why does she get to wear pants?!" Cindy complained.

The other girls all looked at her in confusion. "You can't wear pants?" a brunette asked.

The fat girl whispered to the others "She's a beta 3."

"Beta 3? Oh, does that mean her girlcock is permanently limp?"

"Clitty. They call them clittys for beta 3's."

The conversation triggered Cindy. She couldn't take it, and her emotions boiled over. Cindy started to cry.

"Oh hey there baby, it's alright. You're gonna be just fine, right girls?" the cheerful blonde encouraged.

"I like your pink hair," the fat one said.

Cindy vented to the other girls, "Aren't you all upset that they're keeping us here against our will? I mean, two days ago I was a normal guy!"

The girls stared back at her with expressions ranging from confused to offended.

The blonde gave a polite forced smile and said, "Oh Cindy, well you know, most of us are here voluntarily. I mean, Tara had some trouble initially," she gestured with her head towards the blue-haired girl who had just returned with a fresh plate, "but that was only right when she got here. Dr V's work, this institute, it's really helped us. I don't know where we'd be without it."

"I'd still be in my basement, jerking off to porn eight hours a day," the fat girl confessed with an embarrassed little smile.

The other girls, with the exception of Tara, laughed good-naturedly. "I used to rub my little dick so raw that it was red most of the time!" the brunette chimed in.

Cindy felt more alone than ever. She turned to Tara as her last hope for a fellow rebel. "Do you agree with them? Don't you think this is wrong?"

Tara stared back at her with a critical eye. Finally she answered, "We are what we are. It took me a while to realize it. But there's no sense lying to yourself."

The girls continued talking amongst themselves, but Cindy didn't pay much attention. She chewed her oatmeal absently, wondering if somehow she really could be the confused one.

After breakfast, she was escorted to a little classroom. When she looked around and saw no one else in the room, she spun on her escort. "I said I wanted to talk to Dr. V!" she accused.

"Dr. V's in the video," the man replied without turning around as he fiddled with the video screen.

"I want to talk to her in person!"

The guy sighed. These beta bitches. So much drama. "Look, I'm just supposed to show you the video and bring you back to your room. You can take it up with your nurse there."

And then he started the video.

The institute's logo filled up the screen. Then the video opened up with a slow pan across a well lit room, furnished with the same exceptional taste as Cindy's room, to a smiling Dr. V seated on a sofa.

"Hi there!," she greeted the viewer, pouring warmth into the camera, "Welcome to the Beta Treatment Institute. Whether you're new to betahood or you've known for some time, it's important to understand that this is a time of transition and self-exploration. You'll work with your therapist to learn more about what it really means to be a beta over the course of your stay here. But first let's go over some of the basics."

"First it's important to understand that betahood is not a disease, it's not a perversion, but it's a form of sexuality that requires some training to properly develop. Before the Beta Treatment Institute existed, most betas ended up undeveloped, tragically depressed, confused, and ashamed. At best, it led to an unfulfilling sex life."

The video transitioned to a shot of a man kneeling next to his bed where a woman lay fast asleep, stealthily opening his laptop in the dark. With clear humiliation on his face, he touched himself, first in the front... and then in the back. His hand slid down the back of his boxers, clearly playing with his ass.

"Lots of latent betas never found love, instead spending all their time addicted to pornography and unsatisfying masturbation, longing for the domination they needed and never received. Often the consequences were more serious."

The video showed a shot of a woman entering a room and screaming. Her husband was bent over the bed facing her, wearing lingerie, make-up, and high heels, with a larger man's cock lodged firmly deep in his rectum.

"Secrecy. Betrayal. Divorce. Sometimes even more serious..."

The video now showed a gimp tied in predicament bondage, slowly losing the battle with gravity squatting with a rubber toy the size of a traffic cone up her ass while she gagged on the older man's cock that was roughly face fucking her.

Dr. V came back on camera. "But betahood is nothing to be ashamed of. Some of the most dominant, powerful men, and women, in this world absolutely treasure betas with their unique abilities, their all-consuming interest in sex, and the extreme lengths they'll go to to perfect their art. To them, betas are goddess, supernatural beings who unlock untold pleasures. In the next segment, we'll show you some examples. While the images may seem explicit, it's important to remember that the traditional concepts of modesty and propriety do not apply to betas. Sex is what you do, it's more central to your identity than it is for a non-beta, so be proud of your sexuality!"

The screen showed a topless man thrusting behind a bent over beta. "Ohhh yeah, this is amazing. No one has ever been able to take me this deep, much less in the ass." The beta's face lit up with pleasure and pride. "Your big pole feels so good in my butt, Master."

The scene changed to a muscular twink in a black thong on his knees with his head bobbing at crotch-height before a fat, hairy man. "Mmm yes, you beautiful bitch, I never thought deep-throating existed outside of porn. Take it all!"

Another scene began with an interview with a well dressed middle aged couple. "To be honest, some of the spark had gone out of our marriage, and we were struggling to find it again. Tammy helped change all that." The same couple was then shown in bed. A pretty beta on all fours was being humped from behind by the man with her face buried between the cheeks of the woman who was leaning forward against the headboard with her nightgown hitched up. "Oh yes, baby! Mmmm, it feels good but she's just teasing my pussy and my taint. Make her lick my ass!" The man grabbed the sissy by her thick black braid, pulling back to angle her face slightly higher before shoving her skull deeper between his wife's buttocks. "Lick my wife's perfect asshole, slut!" The woman moaned and looked back at her husband over her shoulder, sharing an endearing look of love rekindled.

Cindy was aroused and absently wished the video would show the girl's tongue in the woman's anus. In fact, there hadn't been a single shot of any sex organs in the video. 'I guess that makes sense. It is a medical video after all,' Cindy thought to herself, not noticing that she was licking her lips.

Next, the video interviewed a lesbian couple. "I'm a strict top who enjoys strap-on butt fucking, but Jenny is a switch who doesn't like it in the ass," her partner blushed and nodded in confirmation, "She's also bisexual and sometimes missed the feel of a real penis instead of my dildo. Outside the bedroom, everything clicked perfectly, we knew we were soulmates, but the friction in bed almost sabotaged our relationship."

The camera moved slightly to the right to let Jenny speak now, "We decided to go with a class 1 beta. Caroline was the answer to our prayers. She scratches my itch for a warm cock, and she can fill in for Betty when she's out of town and I want to bottom. Whenever I want to top, she's the most submissive partner I've ever had. And I no longer feel guilty about not being able to accommodate Betty's butt stuff kink." The video showed the couple in bed with the beta between them like glue. Jenny was on her back with her legs up and spread wide. Caroline's big dick was sliding in and out of Jenny's cunt in time with Betty's strap-on in Caroline's ass.

Caroline oozed pure sexuality as she writhed and moaned between the two lesbians. She was the most beautiful of the three. While the other two were naked, casual, and unkempt, Caroline's hair was perfectly coiffed. Her make-up was flawless. She was dressed in tasteful lingerie with garters holding up her thigh high stockings. Flashy electric pink heels adorned her feet. She started to lose herself in her pleasure and take control of the rhythm, throwing her cock balls deep into Jenny before shoving her ass back on Betty's dildo.

Betty put a stop to that with a sharp yank back on Caroline's hair. "Careful bitch! You only fuck Jenny when I fuck you."

"Sorry Mistress! Your powerful cock just feels so good in my sissy pussy!"

"Alright bitch, I forgive you. But let those hips go limp now. That's it. Mmmm, you take it so good," Betty purred as she drove her strap-on into the beta's anus, pressing her forward into her lover before the scene ended.

Dr. V returned to the screen. "Beautiful, weren't they? Those are just a few examples of how betas use their unique gifts to bring pleasure to the world."

Cindy was uncomfortably aroused. Her treacherous ass pussy cursed her for leaving her butt plug in the room. She felt an almost irresistible urge to go and find a place to go masturbate.

The rest of the video was less sexual. Instructions on how to keep one's pussy clean. Anatomical diagrams to help girls find their p-spots in every position. That sort of thing.

Dr. V concluded, "Today, the Beta Treatment Institute helps dozens of betas just like you every year. Welcome! We look forward to helping you get to know your true self!"

The screen went dark. The man stood up to escort Cindy back to her cell/room. She wondered if he could tell she was aroused.

Pam was waiting for them when they arrived back on her floor. When the room door opened, and the guard gestured for her to enter, Cindy didn't move. "Where's Dr. V?" she demanded.

"She'll be around shortly. Now go wait in your room, Cindy!" Pam said firmly.

The command seemed to wake Cindy up. A sudden desperation to rebel swept over her.

"No.... I'm not going back in there until.... until you take this cage off!" The idea just came to her. In the heat of the moment, it sounded like a proportionate, reasonable demand.

But now, as Pam looked at her strangely, she realized that it made her sound like a bit of a slut.

"You... you want the cage off, sweetie? You know there's a vibrator in there for you that would suit you much better."

"I demand the cage be removed right now!" Cindy felt more powerful than she had in days.

The orderly subtly tensed his body, squaring his shoulders toward Cindy and looking to Pam for permission.

Pam gave him a subtle head shake. "Alright Cindy, no need for hysterics. I'll give Dr. V a call right now. You just calm down and wait here." She turned and walked back to the nursing station. The orderly looked decidedly disappointed.

Back at her desk, Pam dialed the number. "Sorry to bother you, doctor. Cindy Thompson is having quite a morning. She's been ranting about her name being Tim and not being a beta. She nearly refused breakfast. And now she's refusing to re-enter her room unless her cage is removed."

The doctor sighed. "Hm, well I knew she would be a challenging one. Her cage is supposed to come off today anyway, right?"

"Yes doctor, though not until this afternoon. I can have the orderly force her, but I wanted to check with you first."

"Good good, you were right to call. Let me think." Dr. V went over the treatment strategy she had planned for Cindy. Perhaps a bit of autonomy would be good for the girl this morning.

"Alright Pam, I don't want her to fall behind schedule and her clit is no longer a threat to her transition anyway. Take her cage off, but be sure to act like we are making a major concession. In exchange for early cage removal, she has to agree not to cause any more trouble today. She has to be a good girl and go back to her room and douche her pussy clean before you remove it. Furthermore, she has to agree to complete the introductory module and to come to my office for our first session this afternoon without any more fuss. Understood?"

"Yes doctor, very good."

"Thank you, Pam."

When Pam returned to relay the message to Cindy, she was elated. She readily agreed to Dr. V's terms. The allure of even a small amount of self-determination was too great to quibble with. She had made a demand and successfully negotiated to have it met.

However, only a few minutes later the feeling of power was already almost gone. It was hard to feel powerful on her hands and knees, on the bathroom floor with her panties lowered to her knees, with the douche nozzle sticking out of her upturned asshole while Pam and the orderly supervised.

After her pussy was clean, the cage removal was similarly disappointing and disempowering. Pam had her lie back on her bed with her skirt flipped up and her knees pulled up to her chest and spread. When she unlocked the little mechanism and carefully slipped the device off, Cindy felt indignity rather than triumph as her hairless, limp clitty was freed and flopped back against her pubis.

As soon as her minders left, she sent a hand down the front of her panties to become reacquainted with her clit. She pulled her hand back in surprise at the pain elicited by her hand's grip.

She experimented with different ways to touch herself, lifting, tapping, stroking. The best she could find over her panties, a light feathery movement with one finger along her flaccid length. As she pleasured herself, tears came to her eyes at the uncomfortable realization. Her body wasn't satisfied. 'This is nice,' it said, 'but what we really need is something long and thick in our pussy.'

Her eyes shot over to the bedside drawer that contained the vibrator they had provided. Her body told her it would feel so good to stuff that thing inside her asshole, but her mind knew its fragile equilibrium would shatter if she did.

Unsatisfied, she gave up on touching herself for the moment and opened the introductory module on the computer. There were only 3 options and she selected the first one. The screen went black before instructions appeared in big white block lettering.

*GRAB VIEWING HANDLES* flanked by arrows pointing down off the screen. Cindy took ahold of the twin metal joysticks arising from the table top, wondering if these were to measure her heart rate or something else. As soon as she made contact with both handles, the screen changed.

*TRY TO AVOID SEXUAL AROUSAL*

Suddenly images began flashing across the screen. Dicks, tits, ass, lips, intermixed with short video clips no longer than two seconds, hips bouncing against hips, heads bobbing. The effect was disorienting, but Cindy couldn't look away.

The screen went black.

*AROUSAL DETECTED. CALM DOWN.*

Cindy released the handles and took a deep breath. She realized that her breathing had been rapid. She looked down to find the lump in the front of her panties was swollen. She really was quite aroused. And it had only been a few seconds, hadn't it?

*GRAB VIEWING HANDLES* the machine prodded her once again.

Cindy was afraid to comply, but part of her liked it, and before she knew it, her hands were again gripped around the joysticks, feeding explicit images onto her retinas.

After an uncertain amount of time, the door to her room opened, and Pam walked in.

Pam's entrance shook Cindy from her trance, and she jerked her hands away from the handles in desperation.

"Hey there, sweetie. Time to go see Dr. V! Oh and look how diligently you've been working on your modules! Great work, Cindy!"

She wasn't sure how many cycles had passed before Pam came in. She kept intending to stop but recurrently decided to view just one more cycle.

She felt ashamed, like Pam was her mom walking in on her looking at porn. She glanced down to her lap, relieved to see that the wet spot she felt in her panties had not soaked through the front of her skirt.

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Two orderlies flanked Cindy and Pam on the walk to the doctor's office. Like henchmen bringing Cindy to an arch-villain, a criminal mastermind. The increased security for her escort and the mind-fuckery of the introductory module made her paranoid. She felt outmatched but determined not to go down without a fight.

Pam knocked softly on the door before receiving permission to enter.

Cindy was expecting a sex dungeon but found only what seemed to be a stereotypical psychiatrist's office. Dr. V stood from behind her desk and walked around to greet them.

"Welcome Cindy! I hear you've been making trouble for poor Pam here."

Cindy was disappointed to find herself feeling guilty as the doctor thanked and dismissed Pam. The two orderlies remained. Cindy looked back at the doctor with obvious distrust.

"Come Cindy, come lie on the couch. We'll have you feeling much better in no time."

Cindy's body tensed, ready to defend herself. "My name is Tim and I'd prefer to stand."

Dr. V sighed and looked at her sympathetically. "Oh Cindy, I know you're confused right now, but obeying my orders isn't optional. Lay down."

Cindy didn't move. "What are you going to do.... try to hypnotize me?"

"Oh dear, unfortunately I don't think hypnosis actually works for anyone." A short staring contest ensued.

"You're not going to lay down on the couch for me?" Dr. V asked.

Cindy shook her head.

"I see. Not to worry," the doctor turned to the orderlies, "A little help, boys?"

In a flash, the two men had their hands on Cindy, each one taking an arm and manhandling her over to the couch. As Cindy screamed and protested - "Noooo! Let me go! This isn't right! Get off of me!" the doctor calmly filled a syringe with clear liquid from a vial.

"You see Cindy, while I maintain a healthy scientific skepticism of the efficacy of hypnosis, I'm quite confident in the effects of pharmaceuticals!" Sweeping Cindy's skirt up and her panties to the side, Dr. V plunged the needle into Cindy's plush ass, injecting the full dose.

It took effect quickly. Cindy felt her mind lose focus. The men released her and sat her up when they felt the fight go out of her.

She couldn't maintain a steady thought stream without losing her place. Her head lolled back and her eyes absently roved around the room, trying to make sense of the fog in her head.

Dr. V watched her closely, satisfied with the early effects of the medication.

"Let's get her to Treatment Room 1, I'll finish her session there."

A short wheelchair trip down the hall brought them to Treatment Room 1. Upon seeing the same type of bench she'd been bent over for her screening, Cindy suddenly felt anxious but her brain was functioning at such a low level that she didn't understand why.

The men stripped Cindy's clothes off and helped her into the comfortable leather exam chair next to the bend. The leather felt cool on her bare skin. Cindy's head fell back against the headrest, and her mouth lolled open as her eyes scanned the ceiling in dazed fascination.

The doctor unlocked the pharmacy cart with her key before pulling Cindy's file up on the computer. She'd been given the standard introductory hormone dose in her welcome enemas, but now that her test results were back, the doctor could calculate a more personalized depot dosage.

Dr. V hummed happily to herself as she made her calculations and drew the medicines up in two syringes, while the psychoactive injection took full effect in Cindy.

Cindy managed to focus her vision on the doctor's approaching form. She was an attractive woman. Cindy found herself admiring the doctor's handsome face and her strong professional appearance. The doctor smiled at her, and she felt her asshole clench. She was considering asking the pretty woman for a kiss when the doctor reached out and gently pinched her nipple.

"Heyyyy!" Cindy protested, somehow objecting to the impropriety of a woman handling her breast without her consent, while seemingly ignoring her nudity and the rest of her situation.

Dr. V found the girl's weak protest adorable. She continued toying with the girl's nipple, feeling it begin to stiffen under her touch. Her frame was small. A big pair of tits would only detract from her ample bottom. No, a B-cup would do nicely, and the doctor was confident she could get her there hormonally.

"Hold her against the chair at the shoulders please, gentlemen."

Cindy gasped and winced as the doctor slid the needle into the border of her areola, giving her a targeted dose under the nipple.

As the doctor pinched the flesh of her other nipple, Cindy protested, not understanding the significance of the injections but just wanting to avoid the unpleasant sensation of the needle again, "Don't!"

The doctor's needle punctured her skin with expert precision and delivered the second injection.

"Alright, let's get her bent over on the bench," the doctor instructed.

Dr. V had the orderlies help ease a ball gag into her mouth and securely strap her down before dismissing them. The doctor picked up the final syringe that was fitted with the longer needle for intramuscular injection and stuck it deep in her plump right buttock. The depot injection in Cindy's gluteal muscle would slowly release into her bloodstream over the next three months.

The doctor removed the needle and placed a small circular bandaid like she had for the nipple injections. She set the syringe aside and caressed the betas smooth ass cheeks, thinking about the goddess she could become. The doctor spread the girl's cheeks to get her first in-person look at her patient's pussy.

As Dr. V looked down at her charge's winking anus, she smiled and thought to herself, 'I love betas. I love their tender little assholes. The soft delicate flesh of a beta's anus is the most precious thing in existence.'

With a sigh, she let the girl's fat butt cheeks wobble back into place and moved around to the head of the bench. Squatting down so she was face to face, she grabbed Cindy's chin and forced the girl to look into her eyes.

"Listen to me, Cindy," the girl's unfocused eyes honed in on the doctor, "You have to face some hard truths. You'll never cum again without something up your ass."

Cindy tried to look away to escape her anxiety, but the doctor tugged her chin right back. "The person you were before, the one called Tim, the one who pretended to be a man - that person is gone. You can accept it or not, but you ARE Cindy now. And Cindy is a submissive beta slut."

Cindy whimpered, realizing even in her drugged stupor that the sadistic woman spoke the truth. The doctor held her chin firmly, so instead of trying to turn her head again she closed her eyes to escape. The doctor moved closer, speaking even more softly.

"You've always been this way, Cindy. This is who you are meant to be."

Cindy began to weep openly now, her ball gag muffling her pathetic whimpers.

The doctor was pleased to see that her words were sinking in. She stroked the girl's hair gently as she dealt with her truth.

"I know the truth scares you, Cindy. But your best days are ahead of you. The pleasures you'll experience as a beta will exceed anything you can imagine."

Dr. V cupped her cheek. Cindy opened her eyes and held the doctor's gaze. For a moment, the doctor thought Cindy might nuzzle into her palm and submit.

"Noohhoohhhhh!" Cindy thrashed her head away, struggling against her restraints with new energy.

The doctor sighed with a little smile. The girl had spirit. Whenever she finally did break, she would break hard.

"You and I are going to get to know each other VERY well, Cindy. At some point, we will get to some sophisticated psychotherapy. But you're clearly not ready for that today. The treatment for a beta in your state is simple."

She reached into a cabinet and lifted out a thick strap-on dildo in a harness. "You need a good, hard ass-fucking."

Cindy's eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the medical professional strapping on the massive sex toy. With renewed urgency, she started to kick and scream into her gag.

Dr V pinched the girl's face between her thumb and fingers, forcing her patient to meet her eyes. "Don't misunderstand me, Cindy. I know the language is crude, but what I mean is that I have not found another treatment that brings out a beta's natural submissive nature better than forced anal receptive intercourse. You'll feel much better after this."

Cindy continued to struggle, knowing it was futile but feeling like she owed it to herself to keep fighting.

Dr. V couldn't help but smirk at the girl's wriggling, reluctant buttocks. The silly bitch had no idea how good she was about to feel.

The dominant woman slapped the heavy slab of rubber against the sissy's ass crack. With the shaft loosely wedged into the beta girl's gluteal cleft, the doctor used both hands to spread her cheeks.

The smile left the doctor's face. Fuck, this girl had a nice asshole. The doctor swallowed hard as a compulsion to lick ass seized her. She wanted to tongue her there, to spread the little wrinkles on her puckered rim. A wet tongue could help even the most reserved girl realize how much she wanted to be fucked up the butt.

But today was not the day for Cindy to be eaten out for the first time, and the doctor didn't need to. The girl would enjoy it anyway. She was an anal whore.

Dr. V eased the head of her cock forward. The bitch's pretty pink furrow squeezed tight.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart. You're gonna love this!"

That was exactly what Cindy was worried about. She ignored the burning sensation as her anus was forced open, tightening her sphincter as much as possible to resist the penetration.

"MMmmmmmrmrrmrr!" Cindy screamed into her gag as her balloon knot gave way and parted for her mistress's tool.

And then, she stopped screaming. Her eyes shot open, her pupils darting back and forth as she tried to make sense of the new sensations coming form her cock-filled rectum.

"That a girl! Take that cock! You like it stretching your pussy?"

A part of Cindy's mind began to worry that she had been wrong about everything. How could it feel so good being fucked in the ass? It couldn't! Unless she was a beta?

But most of Cindy's mind was consumed with the animal desire to be mated. Her muscles tensed, pulling at her restraints, but not in protest, not to escape, but simply to deal with the feeling of having her butt overstuffed with fat dick.

Her fists opened and closed without purpose. Her tongue absently licked at the rubber ball in her mouth. Her thighs flexed, trying to spread further, while her lower back arched, surrendering her hole completely.

And then the doctor began to fuck her.

"Unghhh Unhhh Umrrrrghhh! Cindy moaned like a whore as she was taken.

Pleasure sparked like electricity in her dirty cunt, and her inner monologue shut the hell up. Her brain had no time for thoughts. Not now. Now she was fucking.

Time seemed to slow down. Cindy was fully in the moment. Like an athlete in the zone, she rode her domme's dick with the prowess of a jungle cat. Throwing her hips back to meet the woman's thrusts, her body naturally relaxing her asshole and arching her back with each stroke.

She felt everything. The drool dripping down her chin. The slickness in her sucking sphincter sliding along the woman's shaft. The tightness in her cage and in her nipples. And the orgasm... building slowly and powerfully, a ball of energy growing behind her balls, making her prostate throb, threatening to detonate at any time.

The doctor gave her exactly what she needed. She pulled Cindy's hair. She spanked her ass. Dicking her down in a way that left no doubt as to her designated role in life. Nothing could be more submissive.

Cindy felt herself reach the threshold. Resisting the sissygasm crossed her mind. Truly, it did. But she was tired of fighting. And her asshole felt so fucking good. Her body was telling her this was right in a thousand tiny ways.

The doctor's hand connected with her bouncing butt cheek again, and it set her off. She felt the sting of the spank ripple through her ass flesh, down into her very core, igniting the explosives amassing there.

A high-pitched squeal was forced from her throat involuntarily as every muscle in her body contracted as one.

The doctor felt the girl's sphincter squeeze tightly around her shaft as she came. "Yes!" the doctor exclaimed, close to orgasm herself even though she remained fully clothed, "CUM BITCH!"

Cindy bucked on her strap-on, riding the waves of her orgasm like a jockey on a champion stallion. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, moaning and whimpering as the doctor power-fucked her through the biggest orgasm of her young life.

After she finishes roughly fucking the girl to an assgasm, she pulls out.

The little whore's butthole gaped lewdly. Cum dripped from the cage between her legs, forming a small puddle that attested to the depraved pleasure she'd surrendered to.

As Dr. V caught her breath, she smiled. "Not a bad first session, Cindy. You have so much potential..."